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Part 19

I ended up sleeping with Sera. Not in that way, but we just shared a bed like we used to when she slept over. That's not to say that when I woke up, the other two girl who roomed with her, another shapely vixen, was just getting dressed and let out an audible screech, which I took as "get out". So I did, I was already dressed because, again, nothing happened, and made for the door before she could throw something at me.

I texted Sera that her roommate kicked me out and saw it was only 9:40. She wouldn't be up by then, even with the screaming, but I thought it'd be courteous. I had to find Kit now, knowing him, he'd either be at the cabin or at the cafeteria. I, considering my stomach was growling at me to get some food, decided to go to the cafeteria first.

I walked into an air conditioned desert. There wasn't anyone I knew eating at this hour, well, anyone I cared to eat with. Some of Brent's friends who, were not only the only kids eating now, but they were also sitting towards the back where they wouldn't be bothered. The hormonal wolf wasn't there with them (probably waking up to a striped ass) and I was actually pretty disappointed. I would've loved to go over and give him a piece of my mind in front of all of his friends. Well, that's what I would want to do, God knows I probably wouldn't have done anything though.

I tried to walk as quickly as I could to the buffet line, but when I glanced over at the table, they were just staring at me. I saw them whisper to each other and then look at me, I had to strain my large ears to stay forward. What were they saying about me? I looked quickly away and parked myself inside the little room of the buffet line. I let the door swing freely behind me and I swiveled my ears to catch the last part of their conversation.

"Oh, here comes faggot number two," one deep voice said.

Faggot number two? Kit's here? Huh...well, I guess things are finally starting to go my way-

The black and white husky who opened the door, almost whacking me in the face, sure as hell wasn't Kit. He smiled down at me, wearing a sleeveless T. "Hey, Scout. Something wrong?"

"You're here early," I said avoiding the question. I turned and grabbed a plate and pretended to look at the food. My whiskers were twitching at his scent. It smells like he jus workout out or...something.

He chuckled and grabbed his own plate. "Yeah, I always get up early," he said and grabbed some eggs. "I like to practice on my own sometimes. What're you doing up so early?"

"Just couldn't sleep," I lied.

"Thinking about me too much?" I turned to him fast enough to see his joking smile. Which pressed some of my bristled fur down.

I nervously laughed and grabbed some eggs as well. "Oh, yeah," I smiled back.

We both made our way to the door, Carson grabbing an apple near the exit, when I stopped him. "We probably shouldn't walk out together, them being here and all. They already think you're gay, well, doubting whether you are."

"Eh, who cares," he said and nudged me forward with the paw not holding the plate.

So I stumbled out first, the table with Brent's friends closer than they were before. All pointedly staring at us, me. I ducked my head and walked towards the other end of the cafeteria, out of earshot. I heard Carson's heavy footsteps behind me. He actually sat opposite me, facing Brent's friends.

"I never thanked you for yesterday," he said, breaking the silence.

"For?" I asked putting down my fork.

"For telling everyone I wasn't gay. I appreciate it, but, honestly, I don't care if people know or not. I-"

"Already told your friend Al the cheetah yesterday. I saw," I said when he cocked his head.

"You saw?"

I sighed and picked up my fork, not wanting to look at him for the next part. "I was trying to run collateral and see if what I did with, y'know, got to you. And I ended up watching you guys talk. I just figured. But now I know."

"Foxes," he chuckled and took a mouthful of egg. "Are you and that fox...dating?"

I laughed (from the nervousness or the absurdity I still don't know). "No. It was just...a one-time thing."

"Good." I looked up at him and he was smiling. "What? You already know I like you-"

"But openly dating someone's another. You sure?"

"I really like you," his smile was different somehow. Serious.

I'm glad I had fur covering my cheeks, I thought my whole face had gone red.

Say it.

"Carson, this is kind of a big thing for some. To come out. A lot of people might treat you differently. I know we only have a year left, but- what?"

His ears fell after I said 'a year' and his eyes sort of...unfocused. It looked like he wanted to say something but he just narrowed his eyes for a second then focused back on me. "Hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"It sure-"

"Scout," he said, moving his arm slightly to where it was almost as if he was going to touch my paw. "Let's just not okay? I know coming out's tough for some. But I honestly don't care."

We left it at that, well, I had to leave it at that. I didn't want to push. I was too preoccupied with his sudden change in demeanor. It was as if someone turned off the lights to a house, he was just gone from the moment. 'A year'? Why would that set him off?

He invited me for a walk near the lake, the small lake where a lot of people go in the morning. But I guess since it was eleven, and most of the kids were starting to pile into the cafeteria, it'd be safe. So of course I went, feeling small next to him, height wise, and just enjoying the fresh air. I'd sometimes glance over at him and catch him looking at me or the scenery. He seemed genuinely mystified by the environment.

I decided to go ahead and figure out what it was. "Pretty, isn't it?" I asked.

He didn't even look at me, just kept staring at the trees around us. "Beautiful is more like it. Actually, not even beautiful. Better than beautiful. It's like...the whole forest is on fire, y'know? It's like, they're begging to be touched and looked at, but the flames won't burn you when you. They only make you want more, or to stay in that moment forever."

Oh my God, I want to marry him. Don't start with that, though. Something to counter with. Something to counter with. "That's pretty poetic for a jock," I joked, slapping myself inside.

He laughed and looked down at me, emerald eyes sparkling. "I guess I'm just different."

A good different. A very good different. "Sometimes that's a good thing."

We went on like that for a while, little pieces of conversation being thrown around. Most of it was just nervous ramblings from me, and satirical comments at my expense from him. I tried to shake the nerves off, but, by design, they're hotwired to my body. Just need to focus on something else...his abs...no...his biceps...no...his mind...goddamnit. There was honestly nothing wrong with him, except for maybe being a little too forgiving (and even that didn't seem like too bad of a flaw). He was cute, funny, sarcastic, fun, an athlete, poetic at times. He was like, the model that every girls dreams of having at her side. And he liked me. Which doesn't help my nerves at all.

"Want to take a rest here?"

I snapped out of my reality and looked towards the bench he nodded to. "Sure."

So I sat down, and then he did, the bench caving slightly in when he did. He shifted and uttered "Damn thing" to get a laugh out of me. Then he put his paw on my thigh. My arousal and my ears both perked up. He just looked at me, like he wanted to say something.

But the moment dragged on, and I was starting to get fidgety. "So," I broke the silence, "you really do like me, huh?"

He smiled. "Yeah, I really do like you. Plus, you're a fox, so...um-"

"What?"

"Well, y'know what they say about foxes-"

"What about 'em?"

"That their...good in bed." He removed his paw and scratched the back of his head, nervously laughing.

I did the same because I honestly didn't know how to respond to that. "Well, uh, I guess. I mean, I don't know. Brent- I mean, I wouldn't know."

"Well how was that fox?"

"André? Um, pretty good. Not as good as you probably- I mean...um. Nope, there is literally no way to dig myself out of that one." I laughed again.

"I've been told I'm pretty good."

I smiled, my arousal definitely growing now. He could probably smell it too. Because I could definitely smell him. "Really?"

"Well, yeah, but those were girls. I'd really like your perspective on it," he said as he scooted a little closer to me. He put his arm over the bench so he was pretty much facing me. "What do you say?"

Later I found out why he was being so forward. He was honestly like a fox. He thought that if André could get me to have sex and barely know him that, since we had some history, it'd be even easier to get me to sleep with him. Tactful. But, at the moment, my head was swimming with his musk and all I could do was just lean in a little closer and close my eyes and feel him against me.

I know that the "fireworks exploding within me" line is overused, but, oh man...were there some goddamn fireworks. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close, just like André, but this was...different. The warm feeling in my chest spread throughout my body, wanting to just stay like that for as long as possible. I put my arms as much as I could around him, opting out for just placing them on his waist and feeling his tail thwack my paw. His lips came to rest on mine before his tongue entered, my own welcoming it in with an open, well, mouth. I wanted to just fall over and have him on top of me, to be able to feel him pin me down. But it was short lived.

He withdrew his muzzle, leaving mine hanging open like a monkey begging for his food. I opened my eyes to his wide smile. "You actually let me this time."

I smiled and nuzzled his cheek. "I had a lot on my mind that day," I said, almost resting my head on his shoulder.

He, to my great pleasure, stuck his muzzle in my ear and blew out one hot breath. I don't know about every single fox out there, but for the ones I've talked to, we all love (absolutely love) when someone messes with our ears. I shivered and completely fell on his shoulder, hoping he'd continue. To my greatest displeasure, he didn't.

"I told Al to stay out of the cabin all day, you want to head back there-"

I pulled away and cocked my head. "How'd you know I'd actually do this with you?"

He smiled. "Call it intuition."

He makes a better fox then you.

I didn't even need to think, my arousal was almost through my pants and now I get a free ticket to have sex with the one guy I've wanted to throughout this whole nightmare? Um, hell yes.

"Fine, you persuaded me. I guess we can go back to your room."

"Well don't act so," he moved in and blew into my ear again, "cool about it. People can smell you a mile away."

I shiver again, but is the first to get up and offer him my paw. "I swear you make a better fox than me."

He grabbed my paw as he gets up. "Than 'I', Scout. But we'll work on it."

***

"Let me go wash up. I haven't showered today," Carson sad as we made it into his cabin. The air smelled like him (and the cheetah, but I was staying more towards Carson's side to get every whiff of him I could. "I'll be quick so don't start without me!"

His tail disappeared behind the door and the water started soon after. So, here I was. Finally going to sleep with Carson. Like the conclusion to a romance. Well, almost, I'm hoping. I still need to talk to...Kit. Shit. Whatever he can wait a day. Maybe two. Or maybe the next five we're here for.

Someone's thinking logically.

What? You don't know what's going to happen...

Neither do you.

Yeah, but...whatever, we both like each other.

Well, he said he likes you. You never said you like him.

I think he can assume.

Assume what? You've slept with André. He could think this is another lay for you. For him, it's more.

Do they pay you by the hour or each visit?

All I'm saying is- Ooh! What's that? It looks so...depressing. Get it?

I saw it the moment he pointed it out. Right under his bed was Carson's duffle bag. Popping slightly out from the smaller pockets on the side was a pill bottle. Or maybe it was some sort of...no, there really wasn't mistaking the bottle shape and cap (my father knew someone who worked in pharmacies all over the place, I would go visit sometimes so I knew what I was talking about). Shit, do you think he's?

Juicing? I don't think so.

You sure?

Hmm...I'm not, so maybe we should check just in case.

What?

Oh, c'mon. I know you want to because I want to. Just check and out it back. He might come out any minute. Who knows when we'll get another opportunity like this.

If I just take it, read the label, and put it back, he'll never know.

That's the spirit.

I took a mental picture of what the bottle looked like before I picked it up. The label read Natrol 5-HTP. That's-

Mood enhancer-

For depression. These are double-strength pills.

Why would he be depressed? He's popular, the ladies like him, the guy he wants to like him likes him. He's not bankrupt, going to a fairly nice school-

I get it.

I guess the conclusion to the love story will have to wait.

The water from the shower shut off before I could retort. I fumbled with the bottle before sticking it back somewhat in the place it had been. I sat on the bed and played with my tail thinking over the bottle. I had a little time to formulize how I could go about this. Wait till after or just get it out now? What will I say? 'Hey, I was snooping and saw you're depressed. Please tell me what going on even though it's none of my business'. Yeah, that'll work like a charm. Why would he be depressed, though? There was no gossip leading up to this about his family. Nothing about him. He's been in a great mood. Now, I know, due to the pills.

I say start with the 'So I was snooping' line.

Shut up, this is serious. You know what? I'm just going to get it out there. He needs someone to talk to and I'll-

The door to the bathroom opened and Carson stood there smiling, both paws clutching the used towel around his waist. His smile looked so genuine. I don't think I've ever seen him recently shirtless, or if I have, I wasn't paying attention (which was hard to believe). He was fairly slim, but muscular at the same time. It was a great combination. Brent was probably bigger, muscle wise, but not by much. And honestly, I didn't care about the upper body (well, I did), I was preoccupied with the pointed tip urging to be let loose from the towel.

Maybe wait till after to ask him.

Yeah, that sounds good.