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Every day Tommen felt worse than the day before. He had seen Lucien only at school for almost two months, and it was weighing heavy on him. They still spoke, it was not as though Lucien or he had cut off communication, but they had not done anything together. It made Tommen acutely aware that he had probably driven Lucien away with his inappropriate affection that day only seven or eight weeks ago, which felt like a thousand years.

Tommen was thinking this, right now, because he was shuffling to the bus stop. As it approached, he saw Lucien, in his usual seat, staring out the window into nothing. It looked like his big, eternally frightened-looking green eyes were staring right at him. Tommen stepped onto the bus, dodging his way down the aisle, and sitting down next to Lucien, whose reflection smiled, bored.

Tommen swallowed hard, and watched Lucien’s ear twitch lazily, seeming to get more bored as Tommen got more nervous. This had not happened before. Finally, when the bus started moving away from the stop, Tommen decided to speak up.

â€Lucien, I â€" â€

â€That reminds me,†Lucien interrupted, in an uncharacteristic motion and interjection. â€Thanatos and Alisa are going to the fair when it comes to the surrounding area.â€

â€What does that have to do with anything?†Tommen asked, somewhat annoyed by this obvious subject change.

â€Well, they’ve invited us to go with them. It’s in two weeks, but I wanted to give you plenty of time to think it over.†Lucien said, boredom gone, and uncharacteristic energy gone, with a soft blush burning in his ears.

â€Oh, okay….†Tommen replied, taken aback. â€I’ll have to clear my ungodly busy schedule.†He continued, joking.

â€So, what were you going to say before I so rudely interrupted?†Lucien asked, batting his long, white eyelashes.

â€Hm? Oh, nothing. I forget. Nothing.†Tommen stuttered.

â€Right.†Lucien purred cutely. That was the end of Lucien’s school day. Every second was spent fantasizing and thinking and blushing and staring a hole in the back or side of Tommen’s head. He wondered what he should wear. Would he be brave enough to let Tommen see him in his ‘offensively colored’ lipstick, or if they would just be two friends out screwing around (oh, girly, skirt-clad god of my own creation, let there be screwing around no matter what!). He wondered what Tommen’s attitude would be toward the night, and, more importantly, if he would even show up.

Lucien spent a week trying to pick his outfit. He so very much wanted Tommen to show up at his door, to be greeted by a beautiful, fluffy white cat-ferret girl. He wanted his masculinity, what little there was, to be the only thing stopping Tommen from wanting him. Obviously, Lucien wanted their date to be perfect. A week before their date, Lucien finally got around to trying on clothes.

Tommen walked through the falling dusk to Lucien’s house, in an outfit almost as carefully picked out as Lucien’s. Unfortunately, he looked no different than he usually did. A monochromatic color scheme in black. Granted, he had a button-up shirt thrown on over whatever shirt he happened to be wearing tonight, because of the current temperature and the forecasted chill of the evening. He was nervous. He wanted to throw up, but that would have ruined his minty breath.

He was three steps away from Lucien’s door, when it was flung open and a sexy, sexy kitty became visible in the frame. â€Hey, you actually showed up,†the kitty who appeared to be Lucien said.

Lucien is hot…. Tommen thought nervously, looking him up and down. â€Eh, yeah. I didn’t have â€" er, I â€" I thought it might be fun.†Tommen stammered, avoiding Lucien’s gaze. He left a long, awkward pause, and added quietly, â€You look… cute, tonight.â€

Lucien blushed and glanced away, â€Thanks…. I try.†He mewled cutely. â€I’m sure tonight will be fun. â€" Oh, Thanatos and Alisa won’t be here for about twenty minutes, so we can hang around. Want some coffee? I put some on just in case you don’t like the cold.†Tommen accepted a cup of some kind of chocolate flavored coffee, and sipped slowly, not really fond of the cold, but not really fond of getting overheated from hot liquids.

â€Are those boy’s clothes?†Tommen asked suspiciously, watching Lucien’s swaying, oh so wonderfully displayed butt when he walked away the second time to grab himself a cup.

â€What if they’re not?†Lucien cooed, batting his suspiciously black lashes.

â€Aren’t your eyelashes white?â€

â€What if they are?â€

â€Well, that would mean you are wearing makeup.†Tommen replied, noting Lucien’s conspicuously glossy lips.

â€What if I am?†He teased.

â€Are you going to answer like that all night?â€

â€What â€" â€Lucien began, before being cut off by a groan of fake disgust from Tommen. â€Do I really have to answer all of those questions?†Lucien asked a bit meekly, when their respective humor died down.

â€I’m not sure I really want to know, anyway. But if you want to tell me, feel free.â€

â€Ngh, I’d rather not.†Lucien squeaked, a blush bright red in his ears.

â€I figured.†Tommen teased, looking at Lucien very intensely. He was more than hot, tonight. He was gorgeous. His hair was vaguely more well-kempt, not that he did not normally take care of it, but tonight it was immaculate. His shirt, black, with little knotted buttons and two shiny leather-looking straps on the front, pulled tight, showing off his small waist. He was certain that the pants Lucien was wearing were cut for a female, judging by the tightness in the, well, everywhere, and the way they sat so low on his hips, and hugged so close between his thighs.

This, Tommen thought, is why I tried to kiss him, whenever that was. He was wearing the most girly, offensive arm warmers, which covered his hands to the first knuckles of his fingers in pleated black velvet, somewhat reminiscent of a skirt, and trailing up his arm to a few inches above his elbows. His color scheme was just as monochromatic as Tommen’s though a bit more frilly and fluffy. God he is cute. Tommen thought again.

â€So…†Lucien began awkwardly, remembering fully the two months they had spent barely speaking. â€We haven’t done anything for like, two months. We need to not let that happen. I require external stimulation or else I get all neurotic.â€

â€Yeah. I agree. I was just busy.â€

â€Busy?†Lucien asked, ears perked up.

â€Yeah. Studying, thinking, mostly thinking, I’m sure you’re well aware how motivated I am to study.

â€What were you thinking about for two months?†Lucien asked, a bit hurt.

â€Stuff.â€

â€Stuff involving defensively deployed confections?â€

â€Maybe… not a lot. For like a week, I guess.â€

â€I wasn’t mad at you.†Lucien mewed bashfully.

â€Well, I â€" I didn’t â€" †Tommen stuttered, finding himself doing that a lot today, mostly because of Lucien. He was saved from continuing his attempt at speech by the doorbell’s ring.

Thanatos and Alisa stepped in, clad much the same as Lucien, with their own large differences in style. There was less monochromia in Thanatos, with his purple-tipped hair, and accessories to match. Alisa was wearing only black, which seemed okay, considering the contrast of her spots and tan-blonde fur. Lucien was still better, Tommen thought.

â€Hey Lucien,†they both said, hugging him fondly, which made Tommen ever so slightly envious of them.

â€I hope we didn’t keep you waiting terribly long. I forgot you two were coming, for a few minutes, so we had to go back and get my dad’s car.†The look that flashed between him and Lucien made obvious that was not, in fact, what had happened. With no explanation forthcoming, Tommen decided it was fairly unimportant, and continued to observe this whole scene. â€And you are Tommen, yes?†Thanatos asked, unabashedly appraising him.

â€Yes. You’re Thanatos. I think I stared at you a lot the first day of school.â€

â€You and everyone else in the combined district.†He sighed in fake weariness.

â€It’s nice to meet you.†Alisa interjected, cutting short Thanatos’s monologue. â€Now, before you two,†indicating Lucien and Thanatos, â€settle into something totally gender-inappropriate, shall we head out? I’m sure there will be massive traffic heading out that way, so we should probably be off now. Unless, by some off chance, we would all just rather hang out here.â€

â€Yeah.†Tommen echoed weakly.

â€Oh, fine, fine.†Thanatos said melodramatically. And with that, they left, Lucien locking the house on the way out. Tommen was in awe of Thanatos’s father’s car. It was vintage muscle, through and through. Thanatos commented quietly, as if Tommen would care. They all got in, Tommen and Lucien sitting in the cramped back seat, close together in the seatbelt-free bench seat.

The ride was uninteresting, for both Tommen and Lucien, though the traffic was notable in its congestion. They approached the fairgrounds at walking speed, and parked as near the back entrance as possible. It was quite a walk into the palisaded area that marked the grounds. Thanatos and Alisa were off and on their way before Tommen had fully realized the implications of that. He was alone with a very attractive Lucien, at a fair where he suspected they were having a date. He was stuck here until Thanatos and Alisa decided they were done with their date, or whatever they were doing here. All in all, Tommen was terrified.

â€So, what do you want to do while we’re here?†Lucien asked in that girly voice he fell into a lot, when he was alone with Tommen.

â€Oh, I dunno. I was thinking we could just, um, walk around and look at people, maybe play some carnival games?†Tommen said, trying to leave out anything romantic.

â€You know, the main attraction of a fair is supposed to be the Ferris wheel.†Lucien cooed.

â€I guess that’s true. I’ve just never really been interested in rides that have been set up in a few hours. Especially ones where you are dangled high over the surrounding landscape.â€

â€Okay…†Lucien said, the sound of a defeated plan echoing through his voice. â€Well, come on, we should have a look around.â€

That voice, Tommen decided, was one that meant he would be in a little chair, looking over the city with Lucien, who would probably be uncomfortably close, before the end of the night. It bothered him less than he thought it would. After all, it would make Lucien happy. It would make Lucien happy, he thought wearily, how afraid can I really be of a metal wheel?

Tommen did not find out for over an hour. This was because Lucien and he had many things in mind that they both wanted to do. Lucien apparently liked carnival games, and was fairly good at them. By the time they had made it through the section of the fair containing the booths of games, Lucien had acquired a fair amount of useless trinkets and stuffed toys. He wanted Tommen to win him a stuffed cat, under the guise that Lucien wanted him to play a game, and not just watch him. It almost worked.

After that, they wandered through the area with food vendors, Lucien getting a bit â€dizzy†from the thick feel and taste of the air, and resting on Tommen a bit. Tommen took that as proof that Lucien was far too unacquainted with unhealthy food, not, of course, that he would ever complain about Lucien’s lightness, or his vehemence that everything in this area was both gross, and bad for him. Besides, it did give them both the excuse to enjoy the delicate contact Lucien was making with Tommen’s arm. Lucien sighed wearily once they got through that gauntlet of greasy air and aching lungs. He wondered for how long he would be allowed to hang off of Tommen without his objection.

Lucien understood Tommen’s mistrust of the rides in at the fair, so he forwent suggesting they ride the admittedly decrepit-looking rollercoaster, and continued enjoying his proximity to Tommen. They looked around some more, the Ferris wheel an omnipresent specter looming over their heads. They both had vastly different attitudes toward it; Tommen was nervous about being stuck that close to Lucien where nobody would be able to see what they were doing. He was also nervous, though much less so, to the point of anecdote, about being suspended above the plain of the fairground and surrounding area. He was not afraid of heights, just afraid of hastily constructed machinery.

Finally, after two hours of pointless movement, and an argument that neither of them were really trying to win or were even interested in, Lucien convinced Tommen to ride with him. They got in the queue, and paid the small fee to ride. The operator gave Tommen a sleazy wink, which Tommen assumed roughly meant I’ll give you and your girl an extra moment up top, maybe try to get her to kiss you like you so desperately want. Tommen was so thankful for that, even though he knew there would be no kissing while they were looking around at nothing in particular, while huddling together from the cold breeze that would no doubt be whipping around at such height.

They got on, Tommen first, which he suspected was a mistake when Lucien got in after him, practically sitting on his lap. The ride creaked into motion, lifting them up into the night sky and isolating them from prying eyes and ears. This was not lost on Lucien, who was suddenly pressed tight to Tommen, looking into at his eyes from the side. This continued until the top, where they stopped for what felt like an eternity. Tommen could feel Lucien’s heartbeat, and the warm breeze of his breath on his neck. He could smell Lucien’s perfume, a delicate blend of frankincense, lemon oil and lavender that drifted off of Lucien like the most insidious mockery of a natural scent that had ever been devised. He flared his nostrils and breathed deep, very much loving the scent of Lucien and his perfume mixing.

He felt Lucien’s grip tighten when they started to descend backward, and he wondered if the slight vibration he was feeling was from Lucien or from the way their seat was trying to both rock and stay still. He assumed it was a bit of both, and enjoyed the feeling of a happy kitty and an unhappy electric motor. When they touched down, the operator gave Tommen a questioning look, and Tommen subtly made a rude gesture with his hand, in hopes he would not have to explain gay make outs to a carnie.

Having successfully escaped, Lucien and Tommen had no purpose, once again. They wandered around more, passing through the food vendors’ area again. They somehow walked out of that area with a funnel cake. They were without little plastic forks, and, more importantly, a place to sit, so they were stuck carrying a greasy paper plate full of knotted fried dough, each with one hand holding it up.

They ate as they walked. Somehow, Lucien made even eating a sexual act. He tore off a small bit with his free hand, and opened his mouth as normally expected. He, with every bite, got a trace of powdered sugar on his lower lip, which he promptly licked off, showing his textured tongue, and, perhaps, his oral dexterity. After he had eaten his half of their food, he licked his fingers lasciviously, saying he hated having sticky fingers. Tommen was glad to know that he got the innuendo as soon as Lucien had spoken, thinking innocently that he would love to make Lucien’s fingers, and other parts, very sticky. He realized, sometime during the night, that girls were great, and that he really did not like boys, but that he really, really liked Lucien. In fact, that was why he was walking along with this girly, fluffy cat-thing. That was why he spent so much time with Lucien, and why he tried to kiss him two months ago.

Tommen munched idly on his half of the sticky sweet funnel cake. He looked beside him, and saw that Lucien was well on his way to his happy place, and decided not to disturb him. He was so cute. It is a shame that he is a boy, Tommen thought, because I really like him. He decided that, if he closed his eyes, he would be able to enjoy everything. He also decided that, as long as Lucien continued to dress like the sweetest little tart there ever was, he would not even have to close his eyes all the time.

Lucien was quite blissful, as it was. He was hanging off of Tommen with one arm, and he was holding a greasy plate of icky bread and sugar with the other. He was well on his way to Lucien-land, when his pants started to vibrate. This shocked him quite a bit, until he realized it was his phone. He unlocked it with a touch of the screen, and read a text message from Thanatos. It read:

Hey Lucien, how’s the date going? I take it Tommen has been enjoying your cuteness tonight? I would imagine you two are getting ready to get out of here too. There really was not too much to do tonight. We can get out of here whenever. Like, before Alisa and I eat anything else that has been deep fried in corn oil.

Lucien typed a quick reply, and looked up at Tommen, saying, â€Hey, Thanatos and Alisa are meeting us at the entrance in a few minutes. We’ll be spending the night at his house, and then we can figure something out from there.†Lucien mewed sweetly.

â€Oh, okay. I’m kind of getting tired of this place. A bit too first production-ish, you know?â€

â€Yeah. The interesting stuff doesn’t happen until a few days from now, but that’s not why we came here.†Lucien agreed, a suspicious hint of emotion in his voice, toward the end.

Tommen wanted to ask what the reason was for their coming here, then, but he thought better of it, and just continued on, hand-on-plate-in-hand with Lucien. They hurried to the back entrance where they had parked, trying to not make Thanatos and Alisa wait. It took them five or six minutes to reach the big palisade that marked the grounds. Lucien and Tommen stood right near the wall, Tommen leaning against it. Lucien was content just to stand. Besides, it was very unbecoming of a girl to lean so casually, Lucien thought.

They stood waiting, and Lucien checked his phone once or twice, looking to see if Thanatos had any explanation for why, exactly, he and Alisa were taking so long to get there. Having no more distractions, the gravity of tonight really hit Lucien. He was on a date with Tommen, and they were both having a really great time, and they had shared a funnel cake. Now, here they were, silent and waiting for Thanatos and Alisa, so they could all go to Thanatos’s house, and where he and Tommen might say something that had been bouncing around in the back of his mind for over a month.

Lucien started staring forward intently, trying to hide his blush behind hair that was suddenly falling over the front of his shoulders and hiding his face. Tommen’s hand was still holding his, because there was a little bit left of that greasy confection they had shared. He was still stuck close to Tommen, and he could feel an arm that obviously wanted to snake its way around his back to pull him close. Lucien mewled quietly in his throat, probably so quietly that Tommen, as close as he was, could not hear him. This night could, just maybe, end perfectly.

Lucien scooted close, and he felt Tommen’s arm touch the other side of his flank. He was sure that Tommen felt his quiet purrs, and he was acutely aware of their proximity. â€Something the matter?†Tommen murmured uncertainly.

â€Hm, I’m just a little,†Lucien began, pausing and grasping for something to say, â€cold. Didn’t dress for the weather.â€

â€I thought you liked the cold? You said so sometime, at least.â€

â€Cold weather, not being cold.†Lucien defended, not helping to think anything except that Tommen talked far too much sometimes. Tommen was thinking the same thing about himself, and was floundering for some bridge into kissing. The silence stretched, comfortable and aching while he puzzled out the perfect thing to say.

â€Maybe I could warm you up…?†Tommen whispered shakily, looking anywhere but at Lucien’s eyes.

Lucien gasped silently, and looked Tommen directly in the eye, not finding his fleeting gaze, replying quietly, â€I’d like that…. Really a lot… I’d like that.†As his words fell from his mouth, he felt Tommen’s grasp on him tighten into a real embrace. They dropped their plate of unfinished and unwanted food, and Lucien turned in Tommen’s grip, so that they were face to face. They were very close right now, and it would only take an inch before their lips were pressed together.

Lucien tried every trick he knew to make himself look more feminine. He tilted his head, putting his neck into shadow, hiding the bit of masculinity that could be detected from that, he half-closed his eyes, and prepared for the warm pressure of Tommen’s kiss. There was nothing that Lucien was afraid of this time, and there was nothing that would stop him from having their first kiss right here.

As Tommen moved his head slowly forward, he tried to stop his thoughts from racing and his head from spinning. I am about to kiss a boy, he thought, somewhere between nervous and ecstatic. I am about to kiss a boy, and I am the one initiating it! This worry did not translate into hesitation on Tommen’s part, in fact, it egged him on, in scorn of his better judgment. He felt the warm breeze of Lucien’s contented sigh, and he pressed his lips to Lucien’s.

It was not a kiss. Their lips had barely grazed in the barest hint of contact as Tommen’s hands trembled on Lucien’s sides. Tommen drew back his head and realized something, he wanted to do that again. The softness of Lucien’s lips, what little he felt, was exquisite, and the warmth that was radiating from his blush was making Tommen realize that they really could kiss again, if he wanted.

He leaned forward again, ever so slowly, just like before, and when their lips were about to touch for the second time, Thanatos’s voice snapped them out of whatever trance they were in. â€The crowd around here is ridiculous! â€" †He half-shouted, and paused hard, when he surveyed the scene before him. â€Oh â€" um, I’m sorry â€" did we… interrupt anything?†He asked concernedly and a bit scandalously.

â€Come on lovebirds, I’m sure you’re just as ready to leave as Thanatos and I are.†Alisa stated, grinning broadly at the sight of Lucien and Tommen cuddled together, a look of shock on one’s eyes, a look of bliss on the other’s. Tommen was too afraid to look anywhere but at Lucien. So, I am standing here, Lucien wrapped up in my arms, hovering just a very little distance away from his suspiciously glossy and fruity lips…. I wonder what is worse, acknowledging them, or really kissing Lucien until his knees are weak? He decided that an impromptu make out session in front of what he assumed were to become his close friends was not the best idea, though he severely doubted Lucien would see it that way.

Lucien was trying to decide whether he should disembowel Thanatos, or try to get Tommen to forget about the interruption, and kiss him. Thanatos would live. He was still resting in Tommen’s arms, and he was still trying to look as adorable as possible. He mewled quietly, trying to bring Tommen’s attention back on him, and more importantly, on his kiss. Despite his best, most cute and desperate attempts, Tommen was done with Lucien for now.

â€Ah â€" um, yeah, we’re ready to leave.â€

â€So, um, we did not interrupt anything?†Thanatos asked suspiciously.

â€No…†Tommen said contritely, unsure how he would defend himself if they were to call his bluff.

â€Ah, okay. Let’s be off then.†Thanatos and Alisa said, nearly in unison.

â€Right,†Lucien squeaked dejectedly, â€off we go, then.†Thinking that the night was almost perfect did not console Lucien. He wanted his tongue kisses. He wanted Tommen to still be holding him and staring into his eyes. He walked with Tommen for a few moments, before hurrying ahead to Thanatos’s side. â€Well?†He practically spat.

â€I’m sorry, Lucien.†Thanatos squeaked. â€I had no way to know he would do that. I mean â€" I said â€" er, sorry, Lucien. Really, I am.†He amended.

â€I know, I know. It was so wonderful, though.†Lucien gushed. â€Why does everything conspire against me? I just want gay make outs.†He continued, mewling pitifully.

â€You know, since he is obviously in the mood tonight, you could just initiate it yourself. Before you two go to sleep, you know, just snuggle up to him and stuff your tongue down his throat.†Alisa suggested.

â€You can be sure I will. It was just… I dunno, flattering when he started it.†Lucien mewed, overwhelmed.

Tommen knew what was going on, but he really did not care. He had missed out on his chance to kiss Lucien tonight, and, though he knew things were quite not ruined forever, he was still upset. All he wanted right now was to be alone with Lucien in his room, with the lights low, where he could do whatever he wanted with no intrusion. During this train of thought, Lucien slipped back into his grasp, resting against his right shoulder delicately. The quiet sigh that escaped Lucien’s lips was not quiet enough to go unnoticed, and Tommen enjoyed Lucien’s pleasure quite a lot.

They found the car with little effort, being as distinctive as it was, and were soon away from the traffic jam that marked proximity to the fairgrounds. They quickly made their way out of the city proper, and into the neighborhood where Thanatos lived. Pulling into Thanatos’s garage, they hurried inside, and locked up outside. Alisa said how tired she was, crashing from sugar and whatnot. Thanatos agreed, and Lucien echoed, seeming less tired than eager to get into bed. It probably had something to do with where he and Lucien would be sleeping, Tommen thought.

â€Well, we can all sleep in my room. Um, Lucien, Tommen, you don’t mind sharing the couch, do you?†Thanatos asked.

â€I’m okay.†Lucien mewed happily. Tommen thought better than to argue, and resigned himself to his fate, though he did wonder how big Thanatos’s room was, that he had a couch in it. Then again, he looked at the house, and rethought that question. All of this Tommen thought while walking up the stairs to Thanatos’s bedroom.

They entered, and Tommen was surprised by the size. Lucien immediately settled down on the couch, and stretched cutely. He sat up and motioned for Tommen to come and get comfortable, also. The look in Lucien’s eye was impossible to resist. Tommen sat down, and was immediately pulled onto his side by Lucien, who was cuddled against Tommen’s chest in a matter of a short second or two. A quiet purr came from somewhere within Lucien, and his forehead was pressed into Tommen’s shoulder, making quite clear that he was not going to move. Tommen idly petted Lucien’s shoulder, and closed his eyes.

He heard Thanatos say goodnight to everyone, which gave Lucien authority to make his move. Whispering oh so quietly, Lucien mewed, â€Hey Tommen?â€

â€Yeah?†Tommen answered, in the same quiet voice. He could smell Lucien’s perfume again, and it was making his nose itch. He thought that he maybe needed something to dull the feeling, like a fluffy kitty shoulder, or scalp, or neck into which he could bury his nose.

â€I â€" I really had a good time, tonight.†Lucien squeaked, almost trying to wrap an arm around Tommen for comfort.

â€I did too.†Tommen cooed, trailing his hand from the top of Lucien’s head, and petting downward until his hand was resting in the small of Lucien’s back. â€Thanks for insisting I go.â€

Lucien did not think that asking once if Tommen wanted to go on a date was insistent, but he did not argue. â€Hm,†Lucien cooed, in a manner that made Tommen want to grip Lucien by the base of the tail and do things to him that would probably make Thanatos upset for ruining his couch. â€No problem.â€

â€I’d â€" I’d be happy to go out and do something with you again.†Tommen stuttered. I would also be happy to hold you, and kiss you, and â€" other stuff that I should not think about right now, in case of erectile emergencies. Thinking that, a few moments went by in total silence.

â€Tommen?†Lucien asked once more, suddenly very nervous.

â€Yeah?†He asked, shaking out of his wildly inappropriate thoughts involving Lucien sitting in his lap.

â€I really appreciate it….†He mewed, still nervous. â€Probably more than you know….†There was obviously more that Lucien wanted to say. This was illustrated by the way his hands gripped Tommen’s shoulders, and the way his weight rested against Tommen. Lucien’s weight became more insistent, and soon, Lucien was curled up on top of him. His eyes were glued right on Tommen’s, and his fingers were gripping Tommen’s shoulders tightly. It was clear what was coming next, though neither of them were putting much faith into their actions.

Lucien sighed quietly, and drew forward slowly, closing his eyes until they were just little slits of green on an immaculate snowy field of thick fur. Tommen was shocked by Lucien’s forwardness. He was not being a very good girl, right now (which brought up a whole plethora of dirty thoughts about just what a bad girl Lucien had been). Tommen, for all of his heterosexuality, rested his hands on Lucien’s sides, and watched with half-lidded eyes as Lucien closed the short gap between their muzzles slowly. As soon as their lips touched, they sighed, and their eyes closed.

Lucien drew back from the kiss, before anything could develop from it, and mewled quietly. Before Lucien could squeak a single word, or coo his contentment, he felt Tommen’s hands on his shoulders, pulling him close for another kiss. Lucien’s arms were suddenly wrapped around Tommen’s neck, and their lips touched again with nervous fervor. His fingers gripped Tommen’s scalp with strength, and his torso was being held tight to Tommen’s in the most wonderful way possible.

Lucien parted his lips slightly, but did not feel Tommen do the same. Feeling spurned and embarrassed, Lucien closed his lips and continued to grind his muzzle gently against Tommen’s. He arched his back gently, and mewled cutely, muffled against the press of Tommen’s affection. The feeling of hands sliding down his back almost shocked Lucien enough to break the kiss and gasp. Tommen’s hands were placed firmly on Lucien’s butt, and were playing with the base of his tail, which was arched straight up and thrashing back and forth.

Tommen was just not ready for tongue kisses with Lucien. It would have been wonderful on every level if they had been in the proper place, at the proper time, but they were on Lucien’s best friend’s couch, with two people trying to sleep not fifteen feet away. This did not stop him from copping a feel. Lucien’s warm body was arched hard against his hands, and the thick, fluffy tail that he was playing with was swishing, overwhelmed. It was perfect.

Moments later, they broke, both blushing, and neither looking at the other. Lucien buried his face in Tommen’s neck, and panted quietly, trying to catch his breath. Tommen let his head drop to the side, looking toward Thanatos’s wall. Wow. Tommen thought, and again, wow. I just sort of made out with Lucien. That was amazing, and I did not even have to initiate it. Wow. This thought looped in Tommen’s head several dozen times, before he finally calmed down and got to enjoy Lucien’s pleasant weight against him.

Lucien’s mind was racing, in a very pleasant way. Tommen kissed back, like, a lot! I hope this was not just a fluke. I hope he really liked it. I hope we can kiss like that every day. He gushed inwardly. Despite how much he enjoyed cuddling with Tommen like this, he found himself remembering his fatigue, and quietly fell asleep cradled against Tommen’s shoulder. As Lucien let himself drift off, he mentally squeaked, This is paradise.

Tommen, after their surprise make out session, found sleep quite elusive. He may have caught a few minutes during the night, but whenever he got comfortable, Lucien would do something to snap him out of that. He would move, or grumble into Tommen’s ear, or brush his thigh against Tommen’s inexplicably half-erect bulge in his pants. He sat thinking about everything, Lucien’s movements, their kiss, their current cuddling. He thought about how wonderful all of the above felt, and how much he wanted to feel Lucien’s kiss again, preferably right at that instant.

As he lay, staring at the ceiling of Thanatos’s bedroom, pondering what made him fall for a boy, Tommen got the feeling that he really should stop worrying about such things, and just enjoy them while he could. He gripped Lucien around the shoulders, and rested his head against Lucien’s, deciding that if he was not going to sleep tonight, he would be comfortable and get to cuddle with this cute little boy who seemed to have made him gay.

The progression of the night saw Tommen becoming increasingly frustrated. The soft pressure of Lucien’s thighs pressing against Tommen’s was quite arousing. More importantly than that, Lucien, at some point after midnight, started having a very, very good dream. During that time, Lucien pressed tight against Tommen, and make the cutest little murmurs and sighs, all while his erection pressed hard against Tommen’s growing one. Granted, he did get some wonderful amount of physical gratification out of this by gripping Lucien by the lower back, and pressing him close, while he arched his back and ground against Lucien gently, so not to wake him. After an hour or more of this, however, he began to feel a lot of discomfort from being pent up for so long.

Tommen was unaware that Lucien was a light sleeper. At his first inappropriate touch, Lucien was awake and alert, though keeping still and relaxed as if sleeping. It was difficult not to arch his back, or whimper, or make some other sound or action illustrating his pleasure, but he managed fairly well. Lucien wanted to open his eyes sultrily, plant a long, dirty kiss on Tommen’s lips, and grab the warm bulge gently, but decided against it, for their lack of privacy, and the sake of Tommen’s sanity.

Tommen was acutely aware of the coming morning. The room slowly brightened, and sharpened the bite of his fatigue. Lucien continued to sleep peacefully atop Tommen’s chest well after the sun had fully risen. He wished, more than anything, that he could stay like this, without having to worry about Thanatos and Alisa waking up, and without having to worry about Lucien’s displeasure upon waking. He yawned, and then started violently when Thanatos bid him good morning.

Lucien woke displeased. There was a hard jerk that brought him out of the most wonderful dream â€" and then he did not care. He found himself face to shoulder with Tommen, and he felt two arms holding him tight, just above the tail. Several hazy memories of being ground into during the night by a very frustrated, very cute Tommen came into mind. He wondered what would happen if he were to start tracing kisses up Tommen’s neck. He did not act upon this desire.

Lucien settled for inhaling a long, pleasure-filled breath from his spot on Tommen’s neck. He smelled so wonderful. After that, he decided that it might be nice to open his eyes and greet Tommen with affection. Or, at least, some very sweet, flirtatious words. He stretched slowly, arms tracing up Tommen’s body, and stretching out past his head, before arching his back in a very catlike manner, and resuming his resting position.

â€Good morning.†Lucien cooed, with a loud, deep purr in his chest, lips only an inch away from Tommen’s.

â€â€˜Morning.†Tommen replied, aching to move forward and greet him properly. He could still smell the last evanescent wisps of Lucien’s perfume, and he could more readily identify the scent of Lucien himself mixed in that scent. It turned him on to no end.

â€Did you sleep well?†Lucien asked, a very knowing sound in his voice that made Tommen wonder if Lucien had really been sleeping as soundly as he thought, or if they both got to enjoy that small bit of carnal pleasure.

â€I â€" yeah. I slept great.†Tommen lied, glad to have had those nine hours cuddling Lucien. â€This is a really comfortable couch.†He continued, feeling big green eyes looking beyond his untruth.

â€I know, it’s great,†Lucien affirmed. Tommen was wondering if Lucien really did sleep on this couch, or if he got to be in the bed with Alisa and Thanatos. Jealousy was alive and well; the thought of Lucien, in between two gorgeous people who had their arms wrapped around him … it made him crazy. Then again, he felt this quite a lot lately. He noticed a soft pair of hands resting delicately on his shoulders, and hoped that Lucien would not let his affection go away.

â€Did you? Sleep well, that is.†Tommen mumbled, looking at Lucien’s left hand, clad in the pleated arm warmer, and adorned with a little black and red ring, which he had, until right now, not seen.

â€Hm? Yeah.†Lucien murmured into Tommen’s right ear, wanting very much to take a nibble and see where that would take them. â€Though I woke up a couple of times during the night.†He continued, a glint in his eyes that made quite obvious what he meant.

â€Er, I did too. Got squished a couple of times.†He defended quietly. I got squished in the most pleasurable way I’ve ever been squished. Orgasmically squished.

â€Ah well, it happens.†Tommen and Lucien were interrupted by Alisa, having woken up and padded over to the couch. They were so cute together, Alisa thought.

Tommen could not remember if Thanatos was clothed when he left the room for a shower, but he thought so. Perhaps Alisa’s appearance in very frilly underwear was just to provoke a reaction. He still thought Lucien was cuter.

â€I’m pretty sure that Thanatos said he was going to make breakfast.†Alisa said, curling her tail around her thigh. â€So get up, you two.†Alisa teased slightly, trying not to make obvious her perception of their romantic cuddles.

â€Okay. I think I’ll go help.†Lucien mewed, removing himself from Tommen’s lazy embrace, tracing his hands down Tommen’s chest as he sat up. For the briefest of moments, Lucien was straddling Tommen’s hips, looking down at him playfully, with his fluffy white tail thrashing about excitedly. Lucien arched his hips back and forth once, wondering, but not caring, if Alisa saw that, before dismounting Tommen, and wandering away ecstatically purring.

Tommen was only slightly uncomfortable being alone with Alisa, who was clad in skimpy, lacey lingerie. He was more uncomfortable with the slow tightening of his pants, caused by Lucien’s wonderfully tactile way of showing affection. He wondered why Alisa was still standing in front of the couch. Was she waiting for him to rationalize last night? To defend himself? He suddenly began to feel like he was being judged, so he hopped off the couch and slinked away, tail down, and pants still somewhat tight.

He found Lucien and Thanatos hovering around the stove, whispering and giggling and playing with a deep fry pan. Tommen was suddenly very jealous of the innocent touching going on between them, and wondered if he should speak up about it. He closed his mouth, gritted his teeth, and sat at the dining room table, which afforded him a direct view of Thanatos and Lucien doing whatever it was they were doing.

The absence of sleep was taking its toll on Tommen, who lapsed into a bit of a trance while watching the two cute boys cooking. He did not become alert again, until Alisa sat down next to him with a cup of coffee. Tommen remembered he did not like coffee, until he took a sip. Even for all of that, it still tasted good.

Alisa watched him staring at Lucien and Thanatos, and giggled quietly, before speaking up. â€You know, if you are jealous of Thanatos, you should just tell him to keep his hands off of your kitty.†Alisa whispered scandalously. â€Besides, he already has one kitty he needs to keep entertained, as it is.â€

â€Um, it doesn’t matter to me what you and Thanatos and Lucien do together. I just kind of crashed here.†Tommen said quietly, feeling stupid for saying that. He continued to watch Thanatos and Lucien play chef, and was vaguely aware that Alisa was speaking to him, though he was suddenly extremely disinterested in both of those things.

Moments later, Lucien came to Tommen’s side, and sat down next to him. Tommen was staring out a window, and missed Lucien taking his coffee, and taking a dainty sip. This was probably good for Tommen’s overall mental health.

â€I wouldn’t think you would drink this black.†Lucien mewed, snapping Tommen slowly out of his trance.

â€No, I â€" †Tommen paused, thinking if this would sound like a clumsy innuendo. He thought it probably would, but did not mind. †I like black.â€

Lucien smirked a bit at that, but said nothing. He stood up to get himself a cup of coffee, and to help Thanatos bring over breakfast. It was fried apples. Thanatos set down a large plate of sticky, spiced apples, while Lucien, holding his coffee, brought over plates. There was some banter between Thanatos and Alisa about the food, to which Tommen was paying no attention. He ate the cinnamon and ginger flavored fruit silently, eyeing Lucien all the while. Shortly after they finished their breakfast, Lucien called to be picked up, and Tommen was offered a ride. He wondered if it was obvious to anyone else that he and Lucien were rapidly becoming more-than-friends.