Crush
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After what felt like a week of continuous rain, the weather had finally cleared to allow people back outside for their extra curricular activities. Puddles still took over half of campus where the sidewalks and streets had low spots, but the sun was out, and they'd be gone in a day or two.
Thomas skirted the edge of a rather large puddle that took over the entire sidewalk in front of the Maths and Sciences building. It was toward the end of the second lunch period and there were only a handful of other students wandering about. It was nice to be able to walk around between classes and get fresh air without being soaked, though.
Wyndam-Pryce High School sounded like a prestigious, stuck-up school, but it was more relaxed than some of the others in the district. Unlike most of the schools in the area, it had a large campus with different buildings for various subjects. There were a few local fast food joints within walking distance, and a lot of the students would go off campus to grab lunch before walking back for their next class.
Thomas wasn't hungry, though. His next class was PE and eating beforehand always made him sick to his stomach. The fox clutched at the straps on his backpack as he walked around the lawn towards the gymnasium.
He hated the class with a passion. He wasn't out of shape by any means, and was usually the only one that ever put real effort into what they were doing, but he couldn't help but want to be lazy and lounge about instead of running laps and playing sports. The only thing that made the class better was...
Thomas sucked in a sharp breath as he neared the gym, spotting a tall, lean otter slumped against the wall, nose buried in his phone. "Angel..." he thought, cheeks turning red under the white fur.
Angel looked like anything but. He was just over six foot and practically towered over most of the other sophomores, not to mention juniors and seniors. He had golden, brown fur and black hair with red streaks that he kept covering one eye. He wore baggy, black pants that had chain-straps going from either side of his fly to a ring above his rudder-tail. His black shirt was tattered in places, showing off his thin frame beneath the large clothes whenever the light shone through.
Black arm-bands with band names were on both wrists, and another adorned his tail near the base. A leather collar was around his neck with a tag that said "Demon", and eyeliner made his amber eyes stand out. At a glance, he looked edgy and unapproachable, but those that knew him knew he was more polite and respectful than the other kids.
Thomas was a study in contrast compared to the otter. At an even five-foot, the fox was still waiting on another growth spurt. He had bright, orange fur and creamy white across his neck and chest followed with the typical black gloves and socks of his species. His brown hair was kept tidy and short, and he had big, blue eyes that looked more innocent than he actually thought he was.
Now that the weather was warmer, he'd dressed in a simple pair of blue gym shorts and a loose, white t-shirt. There were no accessories adorning any part of his body; no necklaces, bracelets, piercings, makeup, or anything of the sort. They looked like they were from completely different worlds.
Thomas had met Angel back in middle school, and they'd been relatively good friends since. They didn't see each other out of school, or buy each other birthday presents, but they were usually in classes together and sat together to joke around. This year they only had two shared classes, so even though he hated PE, it meant getting to see his friend.
The fact that he had a huge crush on the otter was completely unrelated.
The fox's cheeks were pink as he approached the taller male, fingers hooked on the straps of his backpack. "Hey!"
Angel looked up from his phone and tilted his head back in a nod of acknowledgement. "Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing. I don't wanna go to class," he said, laughing nervously and pausing in front of Angel. He had to tilt his head up almost comically to look the otter in the eyes.
"Ms. Yannos isn't here today, it's a sub. We could totally ditch if you wanted to." Angel's mischievous grin was bright and infectious. He flicked his head to the side, his swoosh of hair leaving his eye for a moment before falling back into place.
Thomas' eyebrows rose and he looked past the otter at the doors into the gym. "Really? I dunno." The fox hadn't ever skipped a class before; he wasn't one for breaking rules, usually.
"Oh come on. You don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here. We could sneak off and go do something together," the otter suggested, pushing himself off from the wall and taking a step towards the sidewalk. "It's not like the sub is going to notice."
The fox's heart thumped in his chest at the thought of sneaking off to do more than just hang out. He'd spent many a night dreaming of such an opportunity. "What would we do?"
Angel shrugged and checked his phone. "Dunno, but lunch ends in five, then eight minutes until the next class. If we're gonna head off somewhere, we gotta get there before staff notices."
"Library?" the fox suggested.
"Good a place as any. Let's go."
The library was across campus and was actually a public library that the school utilized for lots of their own activities. Along the way they talked about the usual stuff for guys their age. What happened on last night's episodes of shows, video games they played, and then about some of the girls in school.
Thomas, having had a crush on Angel for a year or two, hadn't ever considered girls, or even other guys. As far as he could remember, Angel had never had a girlfriend either, but that didn't stop them from gossiping about some of the girls in school and who they were seeing.
"Nono, Becky is dating Justin. Becca is dating Joshua," Angel corrected, holding open the door for the fox who slipped inside the library.
The fox's brow furrowed in thought as he held open the next set for the otter. "Wait, then who did Jamie get pregnant?"
"Different Becky," Angel said, shaking his head. "It's ridic'. My parents would flay me if I ever managed to get some girl pregnant," he laughed.
Thomas' ears perked up and he followed the otter up the stairs to the loft. The library's loft had lots of cozy niches for studying that were great for privacy and staying quiet. After class, it was usually packed, but during the day there was only a handful of other students, and they all had headphones in. The pair of boys walked over to a small cubby along the wall and slid in along the bench, dropping their bags on the table.
"What do you mean "if you managed to"?" Thomas asked curiously, mind racing with possibilities he could only hope for.
Angel scooted down the restaurant-style bench until he was leaning against the wall, head leaning back against the divider separating them from other cubbies. "Oh, dunno. They'd just be mad."
Thomas scoffed and nodded in agreement, though he knew it wasn't a possibility for him. "So... what now? I don't have any homework to work on or anything like that," he said, tapping his paws on the table.
"Fuck homework. Can do that later. It's nice just to relax and stuff," Angel said, leaning his head back into the corner and spreading his legs to get comfortable.
Thomas liked the way his friend dressed with the only exception being how baggy those pants were. They left everything to the imagination and if it hadn't been for them changing together in the locker rooms, he'd have had no idea what lay beneath the fabric.
Angel's eyes were closed as he relaxed and he was unaware of the fox staring obviously at his crotch as if it would suddenly spring to life. The fox wanted so badly to reach out and touch the large otter, but that couldn't possibly end well.
Images of the otter in the changing room came back to mind as he remembered seeing the otter stripping down to just boxers before redressing. A couple times the fox had been treated to the sight of the otter's shaft peaking out from a pant leg, or through the slit on the boxers.
His blatant staring didn't go completely unnoticed by the otter, who'd reopened his eyes a minute ago. Angel's lips curled up in a lazy smile and his gaze flicked down to see the bulge forming in the fox's shorts. "Something on your mind?"
Thomas jumped and looked up to meet Angel's eyes, cheeks and ears turning scarlet. "H-huh? I was just... uh." The fox's words trailed off as he failed to come up with a proper lie.
It wasn't needed as Angel took over the situation from there. In the corner of the library's loft, there wasn't much chance of being noticed unless someone walked over to check out the encyclopedias nearby. The otter's paws moved down the button and zipper on his pants, undoing both and parting the fabric to reveal his dark, red boxers. "This what you were looking at?"
If Thomas hadn't been aware of his own arousal before, he was certainly paying attention now. His cock throbbed to life between his legs, straining to get free of his clothes as he looked down at the otter's boxers. "W-what?" He coughed a couple times, his throat suddenly dry.
"I mean, I've seen you stare at me before, but just now it's like you were trying to develop x-ray vision or something. So go on, if you wanna look with your hands go for it," he said, shrugging casually. He tried to pass it off with disinterest, but Thomas hadn't gone unnoticed for him, either, and his hidden member stirred at the thought of the smaller male's attention.
Thomas swallowed and winced at the dryness of his esophagus. He couldn't just reach out and touch the otter. This was something he'd thought about too long to just dive into it like this, wasn't it? Yet he couldn't pull his gaze from the crimson fabric, and a hint of movement there solidified his resolve.
Both boys held their breath as the fox's paw reached out towards the otter's package. Angel's member pulsed and grew in his boxers, tenting the fabric as Thomas' paw hovered just over it. Thomas swallowed again and looked up at Angel for permission. "R-really?"
"Do you want to?" Angel asked, his own face having softened from nonchalance to a mix of excitement and nervous.
Thomas nodded and looked back down, wrapping his fingers around the bulge. It flexed against his paw in response and the fox gasped and nearly came from the sudden delight. "H-holy shit," he whispered, tracing his fingers along the ridge of flesh and feeling how thick it was.
Angel squirmed on the bench and worked his pants down a few inches to give the fox a bit more room to work with. "Yeah, I'm not just tall," he joked, looking past the fox to make sure they were alone.
Thomas squeezed his own shaft through his shorts and kept the other on Angel's hidden shaft, tracing along the underneath before slipping his fingers in through the slit of the boxers. His fingers wrapped around the thick cock and it took some effort to pull the hot flesh into the open.
Angel was quite a bit larger than he was, and instead of a sheath, had a foreskin pulled taut over the mushroom head. The otter gasped when the fox's fingers pulled back his foreskin and a dollop of pre rolled out across Thomas' paws.
Thomas had forgotten where they were, and even if he'd been reminded, it wasn't likely to stop him. His eyes were transfixed on the otter's huge shaft, watching the flesh throb and pulse whenever he stroked the hooded skin back and forth over the ridge of his head. Pre kept dripping out and wetting his paw and the otter's boxers and it didn't occur to him to take things further until a paw found the back of his head.
"Come on, real fast... before someone comes by," Angel said, urging the other boy's head down towards his crotch.
The fox allowed himself to be guided down until the uncut length was pressed to his lips. He'd never done this before, but after all the videos he'd watched, had a basic idea of what to do. It was still awkward and he was surprised how far he had to stretch his jaw just to fit the head of Angel's cock past his lips.
All the stories and videos he'd watched had romanticized sex, making him expect a sweet, delicious taste that would be incomparable to anything he'd tried before, but it was a subtle, musky flavor that was none too unpleasant. Angel groaned and moved the fox's paw away to take over stroking. "Y-yeah, just lick around and suck on it," he whispered, stroking the rest of his cock while Thomas attended to the head.
Thomas sealed his lips around his friend's shaft, sucking gently and swallowing down the steady stream of pre. It helped ease his throat and he fumbled around awkwardly to figure out the best position to lean across the bench to service his friend's shaft.
It was nothing like he'd seen in porn before. It was harder, awkward, and definitely a learning experience. Nonetheless, it was the single greatest moment of the fox's life. His cock throbbed hard in his shorts, knot swollen painfully in his sheath, but long forgotten.
It caught him off guard when his orgasm hit. His body suddenly jerked and he felt a warm spreading across his thigh and paw as he squeezed down on his twitching length. His moan was muffled by the otter's thick length and Angel was only focused on stroking himself off as the fox's tongue slid back and forth over his dripping head.
The otter had just as little experience in the matter, and there was no holding back for long with his paw working back and forth over the base of his cock. He bit his lip and lifted his hips from the bench as his cock shot a thick rope of cum across the fox's tongue.
Thomas was unprepared for the sudden load and pulled off in surprise with a gasp of air. Angel's paw on the back of his head didn't let him get very far and the other kept stroking through his climax as several strings of cum splashed up against Thomas' muzzle and cheek before dripping back down on his paw and boxers.
The fox licked his lips, tasting the bitter, salty fluid that coated one side of his face. It wasn't the sweet nectar that stories had said it was, but he found himself wanting more all the same. Voices came into the loft as some more students filed into the room and Angel quickly shoved his softening length away, sitting upright and trying to look innocent.
Thomas sat up as well, looking around and then back to Angel who just laughed. "Oh my god, sorry. Here," he said, pulling one of his armbands off and using it to clean the cum from the fox's face. "Hah, damn, though... that was fun,"
The fox closed his eyes and sighed happily as his friend cleaned off his face, blushing faintly. "Y-yeah, I've... never done anything like that,"
Angel cleaned the last of his seed from Thomas' face, paw still close to his cheek. The fox had his eyes closed and a dreamy look was across his muzzle. The otter leaned in and pressed his lips to the fox's, drawing a gasp from the shorter male.
When the kiss broke the fox stared bewildered at his friend, heart racing anew. "Wh-what was that for?" he asked.
Angel frowned in thought and then just shrugged. "I don't know, I just thought it was the right thing to do," he said simply, putting a paw on the fox's thigh, squeezing gently.
Thomas couldn't help but grin like a fool, his tail thumping against the bench. "Do you want to maybe do that again?"
The otter looked past the fox at the other students and then to Thomas, nodding. "Yeah. Maybe... go out tonight?"