Good Enough (Favor for a Friend)
#4 of Good Enough Side Stories
This is my first time writing anything like this. Please be gentle, but honest with your critiques.
On another note, it occurs that of all the characters in this story, I still have no sketch of Ozzy...
Good Enough--Side Story--CampZenith
Oswald Prier loved summer. He loved the sun, the bright skies, the warmth that made his snow-colored fur practically shimmer in the light. Even more than that, he enjoyed being outside, not restrained by temperature or weather and free to journey out into the great outdoors.
Even as the van raced down the dirt trail, Oswald had his head sticking out of the window, his ears flopping playfully as he tasted that fresh air--nature! Beside him, he heard someone laughing and he pulled his head in.
"Just like a dog, eh, Ozzy?" joked his best friend, Thomas Martan, a muscularly built black panther. Asleep between them, and leaning on Thomas's shoulder, was Thomas's younger brother, Theodore. Oswald stuck his tongue out petulantly.
"We're almost there!" Oswald remarked. He smiled widely. "Almost!"
In the front seat, Mr. Henry Martan, Thomas's father, glanced back with the rearview mirror. "First, keep your head _inside_a moving vehicle, Ozzy. Second, what's so special about this place? It's just some camp in the middle of nowhere."
"This is CampZenith!" Ozzy insisted. "The best camp on this side of the world! I've always wanted to go!"
"Why not go when you were younger?" Mr. Martan questioned.
"Wouldn't have been nearly as fun," Ozzy answered. "Only the big kids get to play with the good toys."
A sudden bump in the road caused them all to let out a small shout and Theodore awoke with a start. He looked around curiously and Thomas patted his head playfully.
"You alright, pipsqueak?"
"Don't call me that," Theodore scoffed, pushing him away.
They pulled up to the camp behind a number of others, all pulling in around a flagpole. Parents wished their children a happy--and safe--summer, before returning to their cars, leaving them in the care of the counselors who eagerly introduced themselves to the campers. Soon, Ozzy had joined the campers, Thomas and Theodore close behind.
"Keep out of trouble," Mr. Martan ordered. "All of you..." He hugged Theodore. "Keep an eye on those two." He hugged Thomas. "Keep Teddy out of trouble." He turned to Ozzy, patting his shoulder. "And you, don't break the law. I'll still arrest a minor, got it?"
"Yes, sir!" Ozzy said with a quick salute.
Mr. Martan rolled his eyes. "You guys know what you're supposed to do?"
"Well, we're supposed to find our counselor," Thomas explained. "Ozzy and I are in the Blue Moon Cabin."
"And you?" Mr. Martan asked, directing the question to Theodore.
"He's in Green Sky."
"Ok..." Mr. Martan murmured. "Want me to wait around until you--"
"We're not kids anymore," Theodore said. "I'm a pre-young adult."
"The hell's a 'pre-young adult'?" Mr. Martan wondered.
"That's what my teacher said. After middle school, you are a 'pre-young adult'. And next year, I'll be a young adult!"
"Yeah, not sure if that's a thing, kiddo, but..." He sighed. "Alright, I'll leave you to it. Call me if you need anything. Keep your mother updated and all." He walked back towards the van, scowling when he glanced in the backseat. "And get these fucking wrappers out of my car!"
The cabin was already filled with other campers and the majority of bunks had been taken by the time they had arrived. The cabin was still abuzz with activity and noise, many of the campers eagerly introducing themselves to their cabin mates and chatting. Yet by when they had just found their bunks (Ozzy took the top bunk above Thomas's), something new had happened.
Looking around Thomas, he noticed that someone had been thrown to the floor, a thick-bodied bear chortling proudly. A hush had fallen over the cabin and everyone was looking from the dog on the floor to the bear in the center of the cabin.
"And just like that, I'm the leader!" the bear announced boldly. "I'm the biggest, the strongest--"
"The_loudest_," Thomas interrupted. "Geez, you're noisy."
"What was that, kitty cat?" the bear growled.
"I called you noisy," Thomas repeated, unafraid. "Besides, who died and made you leader? Isn't our leader supposed to be our camp counselor?"
"Well, he ain't here, so I'm in charge."
"I say we vote," Ozzy interjected. "All in favor of having Winnie the Pooh be our leader?"
The joke had fallen on deafly frightened ears. Many of the other campers were too shaken to bother speaking and were more interesting in seeing how this little confrontation would play out. But the bear had clearly understood the joke and moved over to them.
"You think you funny, rabbit?"
"I think I'm hilarious," Ozzy said playfully.
Thomas sighed and, in a nonchalant kind of manner, jabbed Ozzy in the stomach. "Sit down and shut up. You're not helping."
Ozzy shrugged. "Ok, okay." He sank down onto the bunk, a small grin on his face.
The cabin door opened and an older malamute walked in, his face down at the clipboard he held. Then, he looked up and cleared his throat. At once, the mood in the cabin shifted as everyone turned to look at the malamute who was not smiling. They watched him closely; authority was about to speak.
"Day one and it looks like this year's group is the dumbest I've seen," he said in a dark tone. "I suggest you both sit down and calm down before I have you two sent home."
"Yes, sir," Thomas replied automatically. He seated himself on the bed beside Ozzy. The bear stomped away and sat on his bunk.
The malamute sighed heavily. "I'm Counselor Ryder and I'll be your counselor for the summer here at Zenith. And let me make this clear; you are the second-oldest group here at Zenith. I take it each of you has completed your freshman year at high school, right?" He paused here and waited until a small murmur of affirmation rang through the cabin. "Exactly. You aren't cubs anymore. Don't act like it. I expect every single one of you to adhere to the camp's rules, understand?" There was no immediate response. "Do I make myself clear?!" Ryder repeated in a far more threatening tone.
"Yes, sir," the majority of the campers said. Ozzy noted absently that the bear hadn't replied.
"Good. Let's do a quick roll call and then we'll head to the mess for lunch."
"So, first impression?" Ozzy asked Thomas when they returned to the cabin that night, with lights out thirty minutes away. "Not the worst place in the world, right?"
"So far, it's been pretty boring," Thomas admitted and he wasn't entirely lying. The first day had consisted of little more than a meet-and-greet at the mess hall, followed by a lot of free time in the camp. Many campers played soccer or football outside or kept to themselves, reading in shade or playing on their handheld consoles that they'd snuck into the camp. The few that had been caught with the contraband had it confiscated. After all, camping was not about technology, as many of the counselors had made clear.
"Yeah, but it could be worse," Ozzy said nicely. Thomas shrugged and took off his dirty t-shirt, going to his bag to pull out something else. "You got some dirt and stuff in your fur," Ozzy remarked.
"Do I really?" Thomas huffed, reaching behind him. Ozzy stepped forward and started to pick grass and leaves out of his friend's fur.
"Yeah, you do," Ozzy noted. "Need someone to comb your fur for you?"
"No. I can do it myself. I'm going for a shower," Thomas said. And with his toiletries in hand, he marched off to the bathroom.
His fur's really soft, Ozzy thought.
The next day was far more exciting.
It started with Counselor Ryder waking them in the most obnoxious, loudest, disruptive noise he could manage--an air horn. His entrance into the cabin had been quiet enough. Then, the noise blared without warning and many of the campers were roused with a start. Ozzy had fallen off his bunk and onto the floor, tangled in his blanket.
"Up and at em, little ones!" Counselor Ryder said in a light, happy voice. "Breakfast in thirty minutes! We go climbing at nine! No one's left behind, dressed or not!" He turned and saw one of his campers still asleep. He walked over and whipped the blanket from him. "That means you too, Lee!"
Lee whined and opened bleary eyes, reaching for his blanket, only to find that Counselor Ryder had left it by the door on his way out.
"That was rude," Thomas said sleepily, punctuating his sentence with a yawn as he threw his legs over the side of his bed, amazed to not find carpet beneath him, but fur. He looked down curiously. "Did you sleep there?"
"No," Ozzy said, "but I'd appreciate it if you'd not use me as a footstool."
Breakfast was a simple, though filling, meal of bacon, eggs, and toast or, for those who wanted a little less, oatmeal. Ozzy had seated himself with Thomas and Theodore, and a few other campers and, by the time they had eaten, Ozzy was ready to go back to sleep.
But by then, Counselor Ryder had called out to his campers and began to lead them into the woods around the camp, towards a small cliff. Another camp counselor was here, checking the harnesses and ropes dangling from the cliff. He waved halfheartedly as they approached, too engrossed in what he was doing to speak a word.
"So," Counselor Ryder said, "who wants to go first?"
Nobody volunteered.
"What, nobody wants to go rock climbing?" Counselor Ryder inquired. "It's not that high. Twenty-five feet. And let's consider it a right of passage. Look up there. See that red line?" They looked; a red line was clearly visible halfway up the cliff face. "That's the halfway point and your objective. If you can't reach that halfway point by the time you leave camp, we've failed as your counselors."
"You wanna go first?" Ozzy whispered to Thomas.
"Eh, no," Thomas remarked. "I don't do heights."
"Is that why you've got the bottom bunk?" Ozzy teased, grabbing his wrist and pulling him forward. Too late, Thomas got his wrist free--they were already in the front. "We'll go first since everyone else is too scared."
The taunting seemed to have stirred something in the others. But one more pushed his way forward; the bear from before, whom they had learned was named Lonny Clawson. And beside him, the same irritable dog he'd thrown to the floor, Byron Bates.
"I'll climb faster than you, you dumb bunny," Lonny snarled.
"And I'll out climb all three of you!" Ozzy teased. "Five bucks say I'll reach the top first."
"Twenty says I'll set a record," Lonny countered.
"Excellent," said a voice. The counselor adjusting the harnesses had joined them. "But unfortunately, we've only got three harnesses. One of you will have to sit out."
"I'll sit out," Thomas volunteered.
"Well, actually, we'll need you to hold the rope," the counselor remarked. "These belays are operated like so." And he demonstrated with Counselor Ryder. They watched Ryder climb up to the top, ring a bell at the top and then climb back down.
"So, you'll hold my rope, right?" Ozzy asked.
"Yeah, I will," Thomas said. "But promise you'll shut the teddy bear up."
"I heard that, you shaggy cat," Lonny snapped.
"I wasn't whispering," Thomas answered.
Somehow, this hadn't seemed nearly as high when they were looking up. Ozzy had just reached the red line and he could see Byron behind him... but Lonny was right beside him, climbing just as fast, if not faster. Yet Ozzy's muscles were aching. And the whether he was doing it on purpose or not, Thomas yanking on the rope was not helping!
Ozzy reached for another ledge, but his foot... The rock beneath his foot shifted suddenly and Ozzy felt his body start to fall. He reached for the wall, but he felt the rock slice open his paw as he fell... then stopped. With a powerful tug on his stomach, the harness caught him, keeping him suspended in the air. From below, he could hear murmurs and gasps, but among them all, Thomas's voice stood out.
"I've got you, Ozzy! You wanna come down!"
Ozzy looked down. "I miss dirt!" he called back.
"Okay, I'll bring you down slowly," Thomas remarked. And Ozzy felt himself start to lower. Above him, he heard the sound of the bell--Lonny had reached the top and was cheering about it. The rest of the campers clapped halfheartedly.
Back on the ground, Ozzy watched as Byron rang the bell and Lonny was lowered. Thomas was by his side quickly enough.
"Well, that sucks," Thomas said.
"Sorry I lost, Tommy," Ozzy grumbled.
"Win some, lose some and I'm sure we'll have another chance to put the Pooh Bear in his place," Thomas remarked.
The rest of the day was filled with activities that were no less interesting, though notably less physically demanding. From archery--in which Thomas had proven himself to be hawkeyed--to rafting--where Ozzy and Thomas had done their best to outdo Lonny with minimal success--they had kept busy with the activities that Ryder had introduced to them. By the time they had returned to the mess hall for lunch at six that evening, it was clear that all of Blue Moon Cabin was exhausted.
In the mess hall, Ozzy and Thomas went to an empty table with their food, soon joined by Theodore, who huffed in annoyance.
"Uh-oh," Ozzy chortled. "The kitten's upset."
"Shut up," Theodore snarled. He scowled at the food in front of him. "I should've been frying up bass..."
"Bass?" Thomas echoed.
"I'm the only one who couldn't catch anything at the lake," Theodore whined sadly.
"Oh, you guys went fishing," Ozzy surmised. "Well, it's something that needs patience."
"So?" Theodore griped.
"Not exactly your strong suit," Ozzy said unabashedly. He let out a shout as Thomas stepped on his foot. "The fuck was that for?"
"Can't you go one second without saying something stupid?" Thomas snarled.
"No, he can't," Theodore said. But he seemed undisturbed. "So, how was your day?"
"It was awesome," Ozzy declared. "Rock climbing, rafting, archery--"
"And Lonny," Thomas said with sudden savagery, looking up. Lonny was approaching, looking smug. With impunity, he purposely kicked Thomas's chair. Though the chair barely moved, Thomas jumped up, glaring daggers at Lonny, who snarled back.
A loud, high-pitched whistle cut through the tension almost immediately.
"So, campers," said one of the counselors at the front, "did you have a good day?!"
A cheer rang through the room and, irritable, Thomas sank down into his chair while Lonny went to another table.
It was the sound of nervous muttering that woke Ozzy in the middle of the night. He opened one eye, then the other as his bleary world began to clear slowly. He became absently aware that the sound was coming from below him and he recognized the voice.
Leaning over the side, he could barely see anything, but he was aware of the silhouette of Thomas, flitting nervously through his bag in panic.
"What's your deal, kitten?" Ozzy wondered.
"Shut up and go back to sleep," Thomas ordered in a whisper. "I'll deal with it."
"What is 'it'? Did you lose something?"
"No!"
"Then what's the big deal?"
Thomas suddenly got off his bunk and, hastily and as quietly as possible, moved toward the door. Curious, Ozzy climbed down, following him outside. Within seconds, the dark dirt paths were lit by Thomas's flashlight, shining awkwardly onto the pathway. Ozzy walked behind him.
"What're you doing? What're you looking for?"
Thomas sighed. "My necklace," he confessed. "You know, the one that I always wear?"
Ozzy thought for a moment. "You mean the--Oh!"
"Yeah," Thomas remarked. "It looks like Theo's. Can you help me look?"
"Yeah. But if we get caught... You know we're not supposed to be out of bed right now."
"Then we'll have to keep as quiet as possible. I think I lost it by the showers."
They walked over there, Thomas shining the light in the hopes of getting the reflection from the necklace he was searching for. Ozzy's eyes raked the ground beneath them; he hoped they found it soon. By the time they reached the showers, they'd found nothing.
"Fuck! Where could it have--?" Thomas started.
"Shh!" Ozzy warned and quickly pulled him aside and around the building, pressing them both to the wall. He snatched the flashlight and turned it off; two counselors were coming by, their own flashlights shining determinedly. Were they...?
But the counselors soon passed with a small amount of chitchat and pleasantries. They exhaled sharply and Ozzy had only started to move when he was aware of something... poking him... He looked down, though he was unable to see anything in the darkness.
"Dude... are you...?"
"Shut up!" Thomas hissed. "Just an accident."
"Does sneaking around turn you on? Would getting caught get you off?" Ozzy teased. Thomas started to pull away, but Ozzy grabbed his wrist. "Hold on, dude, I was just teasing. I'm sorry."
"We still need to get back to the cabin, so we don't get caught."
"And what're you gonna do about this?" Ozzy asked. He reached down experimentally, feeling along the bulge. "Try and rub it out in secret?"
He felt a shiver race through Thomas's body. "W-wait," Thomas said. "We really shouldn't..." He pushed Ozzy away, though with a weakness that was very unbecoming of him. "I'll handle it myself."
"I'm offering to help you out, buddy," Ozzy said. And he stepped forward once more. "Do you really want me to stop?"
No immediate answer. First, hesitation. Then, "I don't know if this is a good idea."
"If you want me to stop, then tell me to stop," Ozzy said. And he started to ease Thomas's shorts down, not rapidly, but slowly enough to give Thomas time to stop him.
Yet when Thomas's briefs were exposed and the hardened flesh within tenting them noticeably, Thomas's brain seemed to have disengaged completely. He moaned audibly as Ozzy teased the hardness... then Ozzy leaned forward, pressing his chest against Thomas's.
"If I help you, you gotta help me," he said in a low voice, saturated with his own arousal. He was absently aware that he had started to grind against Thomas, barely able to contain his moans as a sly smile played across his features. Thomas paused for a moment and seemed to reconsider, but then he reached into Ozzy's shorts, gripping the rabbit's member.
"Just... this once," Thomas breathed as Ozzy reached into his underwear. They began almost tauntingly slowly, and Ozzy found himself continuously trying to move closer to Thomas though they truly could not be any closer than they already were, pressed chest to chest, almost kissing...
Then, Ozzy felt his shorts and underwear drop as Thomas pulled him out from the confines, and jerked slightly harder. His body trembled in elation as he pulled Thomas out as well, his head resting on Thomas's shoulder his hot breath on Thomas's neck. Their members touched and suddenly, it was Thomas pumping both of them in unison with Ozzy along for the ride of euphoria.
His mind had raced with pleasure, enjoying this more than he felt he should, but there was not enough blood in his brain for guilt. Without thinking, he tilted his head slightly and found himself kissing his best friend and--
The pleasure reached its plateau without much warning and Ozzy knew he was cumming; for the first time, it was someone else jerking him to completion and it was this singular bit of knowledge that seemed to heighten the orgasm. For a moment, he thought his legs would give out but he was leaning on Thomas, who was breathing just as heavily. Had Thomas cum too?
Ozzy looked down and chortled.
"Bet all this will get stuck in our fur," he murmured weakly.
Thomas nodded numbly. "It was just a... one time thing, okay?"
"Only if you want it to be," Ozzy remarked, "but I think I got some cum stuck on my shirt... my paw..." He brought his wrist to his mouth. His heart fluttered as he contemplated what he was about to do.
"Ozzy..." Thomas murmured as he watched his friend lick cum from his wrist.
"I suppose it's an acquired taste," Ozzy said dimly as he grabbed his friend's paw. He brought it to his lips and _acquired_more. Thomas swallowed thickly. "Wanna go another round?"
"No... I'm done for tonight," Thomas said in a weak voice. "Let's get back to the cabin. We don't wanna get caught."
He leaned over to pull his underwear and shorts back up, but Ozzy stopped him. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked seriously.
"... I..."
"Tommy?"
"It did feel... weird, but a good weird."
"Okay...? I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it."
"Yeah, I'm good with it," Thomas remarked, "although we never did find my necklace."
"Maybe we'll get better light in the morning."
Awkward: that was the best word to describe how the next day passed. Ozzy and Thomas found themselves unable to look each other directly in the eye throughout and, though they did look for the necklace the next morning, there was still no sign of it. Throughout the next day, they spoke only in short, halfhearted phrases and Ozzy soon realized that Thomas was not too keen to be left alone with him for too long, if at all. By the time they finished the next day, Ozzy found himself frustrated.
It was when Thomas had went to take a shower that evening that Ozzy finally cornered him, pulling him aside, to the same spot where they had been the previous night. But now, they could see each other clearly, lit by a setting sun on the horizon of trees.
"What're you doing?" Thomas asked, just barely able to keep from dropping his toiletries.
"I wanna know why you're avoiding me," Ozzy said. "What's your deal? You said you were okay with it!"
"I am!"
"No, you're not!" Ozzy answered. "Be honest with me! Do you regret it?"
"No!"
"Really?"
"Really," Thomas assured him. "Dude, if I had a problem with it, I'd have punched you by now."
"Then why are you avoiding me?"
"Because it's... weird," Thomas said. "Don't you feel weird about it?"
"Kind of, but I still want to be your friend," Ozzy admitted. "You keep thinking about it too, don't you?"
Thomas nodded and Ozzy sighed. He had been thinking of the previous night just as much, if not more. And the simple memory had been enough to invoke arousal within him; it probably did the same to Thomas.
"What if we--?"
"Fags," a snorting, cocky voice interjected, tearing their attention to the trail once more. There stood Lonny, flanked by two campers who had been around him since day one. "Look at 'em. Bet they were about to fuck."
"Faggots!" the scrawny camper on his left jeered.
"Let it go," Ozzy said, stopping Thomas from moving.
"No! I'm tired of dealing with this fucker! I'm gonna kick his tail back to wherever the fuck he came from!"
"That a challenger, cat?"
"Anytime you wanna go, pooh bear," Thomas snapped.
"Boss, are you sure this is a good idea?" the camper on the right of Lonny questioned.
"You calling me weak, midget?" Lonny said in a warning tone.
"I'm calling all of you stupid!" Counselor Ryder had arrived, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "All five of you, the cabin! Now! We're going to have a little chat."
The "chat" was more ominous than Ozzy had thought it'd be. They were not allowed to speak and merely listened to Counselor Ryder's unrestricted, unhidden threat. This was their last warning: there was no violence at CampZenith. And the next time, all of them would be sent home. Then, with the warnings dispensed and his campers sufficiently intimidated, Lonny and his lackeys left the cabin, saying something about going to play soccer outside. Thomas and Ozzy watched them leave and it was only after the door closed behind him that the tension left with them. Ozzy exhaled sharply and sat down on Thomas's bunk. Thomas sat down beside him, looking crestfallen.
"You've got some clumps in your fur," Ozzy said gently.
"I do?" Thomas asked in surprise.
"Yeah. Need me to comb them out?"
"... I guess..." Thomas stated. He reached into his bag and pulled out a brush. "Just don't pull too hard."
"Where's your necklace?" Theodore asked in surprise the next morning.
"What necklace?" Thomas wondered. But he reached up to where it normally hung around his neck. Realizing it wasn't there, he gripped the collar of his shirt. "I stopped wearing that thing a while ago."
"But I still wear mine," Theodore said sadly; he pulled at his own, showing it off. Thomas didn't bother to look up at it; he'd seen it countless times before. "You didn't throw it away, did you?" He looked close to tears and Ozzy felt a slight shred of guilt play through him.
"It's at home on my dresser. Don't worry about it."
"I guess it doesn't matter to you..."
He stood up and walked off to another table where other campers from his cabin were.
"Why didn't you just tell him the truth?" Ozzy demanded.
"If I did, he'd feel even worse. Better for him to think I still have it than for him to know that I lost it."
"But if you don't find it--"
"I will! Stop worrying," Thomas snapped.
As the last activity finished and they made their way back to the camp, Thomas saw it. Perhaps it was simply by the way it caught the fading light or simply his fortune to look up at that moment, but he saw it as they hiked back to the mess hall. There, dangling from the belt loop of Lonny's pants on a silver chain...
He stopped suddenly and Ozzy stopped as well. "He took it," Thomas breathed. "That fucker took my necklace!" He walked forward as quickly as he could, before Ozzy could stop him. He gripped Lonny's shoulder and forcibly turned him around. "Give it back," he ordered simply.
The simple command, spoken loudly enough to echo, caught everyone's attention. Lonny smirked deviously as the campers watched Counselor Ryder backtrack, scowling irritably.
"At it again? I thought I told you two--"
"He stole my necklace!" Thomas shouted. "He still has it!"
"Listen here, Thomas, I'm sick of--"
"It's true!" Ozzy interrupted. "Look, it's on his belt!"
"What is?"
"Thomas's necklace," Ozzy insisted. "Look!"
Lonny, who had quickly tried to hide it, turned away, a movement that was not missed by Counselor Ryder. His eyes narrowed. "Show me." Two simple words that seemed to make Lonny frightened. He held out his empty paws, but Counselor Ryder was not amused. "Do you or do you not have his necklace?"
"It's my necklace."
"Then show it to me," Counselor Ryder ordered. Nervously, Lonny unattached the silver chain from his belt loop, showing it to Counselor Ryder. "'Theo's Big Brother'. You got a brother named Theo?"
"Yes!" Lonny said. "He's at home sick. I always--"
"Bull! My brother is here at camp! He has one just like it that says 'Tommy's Little Brother'," Thomas insisted. "I can prove it!"
"Well, let's prove it."
"When were you going to tell me you lost it?" Theodore demanded. He glared at his elder brother, scowling severely as Counselor Ryder led Lonny to the cabin to pack his things and get ready to leave; his parents were already notified to come pick him up from the camp.
"It's not like that," Thomas answered.
"It's not? You lost and didn't tell me!"
"It's just a piece of jewelry," Thomas retorted.
"It's more than that to me!" Theodore yelled back. "This was the very first thing I bought with my own money! And you lose it like it's just some little thing that doesn't mean anything!" He took a deep breath. "I'm going to eat lunch. I don't care what you do."
Ozzy whistled in surprise as he approached Thomas. "That was kind of harsh. Never seen the little one quite like that."
"Shut up, Oswald."
"At least you got it back," Ozzy assured him. "That's something, right?"
"Yeah, but I think I'll leave it in my bag for now. Don't think I'll wear it much anymore," Thomas stated. "I don't want to lose it again." He pocketed the necklace and sighed. "Ozzy, can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"What are we after we...?"
"Jerked off together?" Ozzy asked bluntly.
"Do you really need to be so... up front about it?"
Ozzy shrugged. "Friends. Fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. Take your pick. I don't think you want me to be your boyfriend, right?"
"Sorry... I really don't know about actually _dating_you."
"So we're friends with benefits," Ozzy replied nonchalantly. "I'm okay with that."
"Why?"
"Because thinking about it gets me horny," Ozzy admitted unabashedly. "And don't try and say you don't feel the same way." He started to walk off slightly, then paused. "I'm going to take a cold shower. Let me know if you want to come warm it up."
"Wha...?" Thomas breathed, but Ozzy started to walk off, feeling just as smug as he did horny.
"You're going to be the death of me," Thomas exhaled almost ten minutes later in the showers. The stalls, separated by tile walls and hidden only by shower curtains, were steamy and muggy and Thomas could feel his fur grow heavier as he stepped inside, the moist air clinging to his sleek, black fur, making it shine. As he entered, his toiletries cradled in his right arm, he noticed something at the end; a white-furred arm ducking behind the ugly green curtain. Swallowing thickly, he approached.
Behind the first curtain was a small towel rack. Thomas slung his towels over the rack and set his body wash and deodorant down beneath it before stepping behind the next curtain where the water was already running. His jaw nearly dropped and his heart began to race at the sight of the pure-white rabbit, waves of water running down his fur, down that muscular back and ass, the cotton tail flicked upward in an almost teasing display. And those eyes; Ozzy was looking at him over his shoulder and that look... That "come-hither" look that made Thomas almost immobile in intrigue.
"Welcome to my web," Ozzy said teasingly, "little fly."
Thomas stepped forward, teasingly touching Ozzy's shoulder. He leaned forward and whispered. "Keep it down. These stalls aren't soundproof."
Ozzy turned around and threw his arms around Thomas. "Do you really wanna do this?"
Thomas reached down and gripped Ozzy's member, just tightly enough to send a jolt of pleasure through his rabbit. "We'll see where it goes."
He started to gentle pull at the member, just as he had done before, but this time, Ozzy took charge. He reached for Thomas, still smirking deviously as he took Thomas for the ride this time. He leaned up slowly and kissed him in a chaste way before lowering himself to his knees.
Thomas's eyes went wide. "Hey, you don't have to--"
"Shut up and enjoy the show," Ozzy ordered. Even as he said this, he couldn't believe that he was actually about to... Was he about to? He teased the length nervously and he could feel Thomas tousling his hair kindly, not forcibly. He wasn't being forced to do this... but... he wanted to.
Tenderly at first, Ozzy ran his tongue along the underside of Thomas's length... His tongue lingered at the tip nervously as he looked up at Thomas who wasn't looking down. He was looking upward strangely, his eyes glazed over with lust as the grip on Ozzy's head, whether purposely or not, tightened slightly.
Ozzy started to ease the length into his mouth, very shallowly at first. He could already taste Thomas on his tongue, a strange, foreign feeling that he never thought he'd know; the feeling of someone else in his mouth like this.
Thomas's own gasps and moans came out in a strangled manner as Ozzy went further down until he could feel Ozzy's nose on his crotch. He let out a sudden gasp and a shiver of pleasure as Ozzy continued to suck, the noise barely covered by the shower.
Then, Ozzy felt the member in his mouth throb suddenly as he pulled back; the warm, thick cum splashed into his mouth and he was surprised by the fact that it didn't bother him quite as much this time. He held it in his mouth, unsure if he should swallow when suddenly, Thomas pulled him up, kissing him deeply, before heaving him up, putting Ozzy's legs around his waist.
"Wow, you're really aggressive when you're horny," Ozzy said almost breathlessly. "Are you still hard?"
"Not exactly," Thomas remarked, "but you still haven't gotten off."
"I can handle it later, but if you're offering..." He could feel Thomas teasing his hole now, not yet pushing in. A small fear ran through Ozzy's mind. "I've never done anything like that before though..."
"You never sucked dick before either," Thomas countered. "Do you wanna try?"
Ozzy thought briefly and shook his head. "I don't know. You're not a little kitten; it's a lot to take in."
Thomas kissed his neck gently and started to grind into him; Ozzy might've been embarrassed at how quickly he had come undone if he wasn't already so turned on. His seed splashed out on Thomas's stomach, and he chuckled slightly as he began to come down from his high.
"Maybe we should get cleaned up before we walk out."
"So, did you have fun too?" Ozzy asked two hours later, just minutes before they were to be asleep. He was brushing through Thomas's fur again; the spectacle of this had been barely acknowledged by the other campers as they returned to the cabin to sleep. Some waved, others greeted them verbally, but they didn't much care to notice that Ozzy was brushing his friend's fur.
"Yeah," Thomas said, "but don't be so loud about it. And ow! Not so rough."
"Don't be so prissy," Ozzy reprimanded, purposely pulling a bit of fur for fun. "I'm doing this as a favor." Thomas reached behind him and snatched the brush and glared at Ozzy who was still smiling. "You won't hit me. You love me. I'm awesome."
"You're a nuisance."
"An awesome nuisance... What's a nuisance?"
"You are," Thomas remarked, handing the brush back. "You gonna finish?"
"Hey, can you brush my fur next?" called a voice from across the cabin; Byron had come in, his fur oddly matted and muddied.
"Not until you take a shower and not with my brush," Thomas scoffed.
Byron laughed. "Yes, sir. I've got one of my own. So, what do you say, rabbit?"
"No."
"Why?"
"What's my name?"
"..."
"That's why. I'm just doing a favor for my best friend," Ozzy said. "Not for fun."
Maybe that's what I did for him earlier, he thought dimly, and he hadn't really heard Byron's reply. A favor for a friend...