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Chapter 1: Ken

Pincushion to Patches90:

You're super-hot, are you sure you want to meet?

Patches90:

Yeah, we have so much in common, and I want to see your artwork.

Pincushion:

Ok, I'm super nervous, and I'm kinda shy.

Patches90:

That's ok, I'm not, and I like shy guys!!

Ken sat at the bar, heart chilled like the condensation on his Scotch filled tumbler. He opened LGBTcupid skimming through Biguy and his messages. The door to the Patio area opened for a huge Otter who came up to the bar, giving him interested side eye. Whiffs of fern drifted from the Otter he sniffed, fur standing in responce. The Otter has Cedar, Pine, Cinnamon and Oat on him, is he here with friends or lovers.

The Otter grabbed three drinks and wandered back outside.

He tapped his tumbler, checking his Carrot Watch, stood up, what a fucker.

On LGBTcupid Biguy's location disappeared he clicked on the profile, which loaded unavailable.

Bastard blocked me?

He opened the Andy's menu.

"Ken, you ordering," Andrew the Badger bartender and cook asked.

"I should eat something," He said, paw over his tumbler when someone moved past him, "I shouldn't drink on an empty stomach."

Andrew raised an eyebrow watching his paw, "sweet potato fries and fish tacos?"

"That would be great," he said, glancing around the small bar.

The window booth to the right of the door sat a young Jack Russell.

With no more free tables he angled towards the pup in the booth, he flagged Andrew, "So, what's the kid drinking?"

"Soda, he's under twenty-one," Andrew said.

"Interested, over eighteen," he asked.

"Lecher."

He grabbed his drink and winked at Andrew.

The brown and mostly white fur covered pup with a patch around his right eye sat glowering at his phone. The pups Piney scent washed over him sour with unhappiness.

"Hey," he said, getting darting brown eyes, "the bars full up can I join you?"

"No... actually yeah," the pup said, pine getting spicier after the pup took a sniff.

"Not waiting for someone," he asked, sitting on the other side of the wrap around booth.

"Yeah," the pup said, "but he went off line and isn't responding on Muzzlebook."

"So lame," He said, "I was going to have a date with this bi fox, I'm Ken by the way... you know he might be your age."

"I'm Pence," Pence said, sipping at his soda, "and I'm not bi, if you think I'm him."

"Good, catfishing sucks, and bi guys are flakes," he said, "Are you from the area?"

"Gay guy's flake too," Pence said, staring back into his eyes, "I grew up on the Washington-Idaho border. What about you?"

"Oh, I grew up in Camas," he said, leaning back while Andrew dropped off his food, "It's near Portland, hey, did you want anything?"

"No... I'm good," Pence said, "I-I can't-"

"It's my treat, Andrew another," he said.

"I can't," Pence said, "I can't pay you back."

"It's ok," he said, "what do you do here in town?"

"I'm doing community college," Pence said, two nails drumming on the soda, "I have six months then I'm hopefully starting a nursing program."

"Ah, student financing blows," he said, "gonna ask your parents for more money?"

"Can't," Pence said eye brows knitting Pine souring, "why are you talking to me?"

"You're hot," he said, "and I had two drinks while getting stood up... didn't want to sit alone, and can't drive... I'm a total light weight."

"I'm too young for you," Pence said, "and I can't afford to do anything."

"What happened?"

Pence phone buzzed.

"Nothing just a conserv- oh Alpha," Pence said jumping up from the table darting out to the patio.

"No worries, I'll wait here," he said to his tumbler, slumping back in the bench.

Andrew walked up with the other plate asking, "how did you scare that one so fast?"

"I didn't, Alpha, chill dude."

He messaged on his phone for a couple minutes.

Someone vomited in the bathroom, most everyone looked over at it.

"Someone's been in there for forever," Andrew said, moving over.

On LGBTcupid, the closes profiles Patches90, Otterlypridictable, and Pincushion.

He clicked on Patches90, five feet one, vers bottom, he froze at the description, "Some people want everything and expect it, I expect nothing but want something."

Andrew pressed himself to the wall as a Young Porcupine burst from the bathroom with vomit stained cheeks and a large portfolio binder pressed to his chest, the Porcupine apologized for the mess running from the bar.

Pence, a black collie, black wolf and the giant Otter peeked in from the porch.

Chapter 2: Pence

Blondie to Patches90:

Hey, I think I found you, I hope you find that something your wanting.

Patches90:

Yeah, Sorry for ditching, I found the guys that helped convince my mom not to let dad send me to Howl-away-the-gay.

Blondie:

That's great, but I wish you hadn't needed the help you know.

Patches90:

Yeah, I'll intro you they're from Seattle.

Pence flung the slider open, "Neal, Sean, it's you in the flesh."

"Alpha, Pence," Sean said, catching him up for a hug, "I didn't know you lived in Spokane?"

"Sean, read peoples Muzzlebook messages," the collie said, "This is why momma always texts me to find out what's going on."

"Well, not me, move Xander," Neal said, pushing them out of the way, "Come give me a hug, how are you Patches?"

"Good, Mom's helping me out," He said, flushing at all the big guys, "well, she was, she's late this month and things are tight."

"Not from this area," The Xander guy asked, "by the way cute Lab you have."

"Oh, uhm him," he said, Ken played on his phone, "that's a guy I kinda just met, but he's getting me dinner."

"Aww, cute," Neal said.

"Creepy," Sean said, "Let me check him out for you."

"Sean, chill," the Xander said.

"Well," he said phone buzzing, "I was meeting someone else, but they never showed up."

"Don't know what that's like," Neal said.

"Give the guy a chance," Sean said, "he's a fucking lawyer."

"Language Sean," Xander said.

"Yes mom."

He wrote back to Ken, while he asked Sean, "Why do you want to check him out?"

"Because he could be a creep," Sean said, crossing his arms, "I'm bigger than him, I could take him."

"I could take you too," Neal said, "But in that different way."

"So thirsty all the time," the Xander said.

"Yeah, this is Spokane," Neal said," everyone is but they won't meet up."

"So, why are you guys here," he asked answering another of Ken's messages.

Neal said, "I need to empty my storage unit."

"Yet," Sean said, "he still doesn't have room for it. It's all the past stuff, right just get rid of it."

"Have you told your parents," Neal shot back.

Everyone was silent for a second.

"So, I'm Xander, nice to meet you."

"Yeah, are you guys here long," he asked.

"No, didn't know you lived here," Neal said.

"Really, I saw his post on muzzlebook," Xander said.

Neal and Sean smirked at the Collie.

"What," Xander asked.

Neal said, "He has a weird fixation with where people are."

"Well, I think it's cute," he said.

"Thank you," Xander asked, "Are you single, I like guys that can appreciate me?"

Sean, Neal, and Xander looked over his shoulders into the bar.

He peeked in from the sliding door to the bar patio, "What happened?"

"Someone had too much I guess," Ken said, "your foods here."

"Thanks, hey guy's this is ken," he said moving back to the booth, ken stood, "this is Neal and Sean, and their friend Xander."

Ken shook their paws in turn and asked, "So how long have you two been together?"

Neal laughed.

Xander scowled, "they're not."

"Defensive much," Neal said, swooping down to him for another hug, "Pence we do have to get going, come visit me, err Sean has a guest bed you can use."

"Moving me to the couch again," Xander asked.

"No, mine or Sean's bed," Neal said winking.

Cinnamon and Piney black hackles rose.

"Come-on guys," Sean said, "we have five hours left in the car." Then he rounded on Ken, "Pence will tell me how you treated him, don't give me a reason to bee-line back here, you got that."

Ken's ears dropped.

"Alpha, Sean, you're embarrassing," He said, hugging and pushing Sean to the door, "It was great seeing you, but I don't want you to kill my limited social life here."

Sean squeezed him once more, tapped a digit to the nose then pointed at Ken, "I got yours, we clear."

Neal chuckled while Xander dragged Sean the rest of the way out.

He flushed moving back to the table.

"Your foods cold," Ken said.

"I'll still enjoy it," he said sitting down with a huff, "Sorry about that."

"It's fine... Momma Bear much," Ken said last bite.

"Yeah, Sean's a great guy," he said, "A bit intense, though."

"Well, he has your back," Ken said pushing his empty plate aside.

He's beautiful, shit he'll smell that, eat, he shoved in a large bite then asked, "What do you do?"

"I'm a retail floor manager at Macy's," Ken said, hungrily, "what do you do, other than studying?"

He glanced at Ken's empty plate, heart speeding up, "I like visiting all the trees near my friend's apartment."

"I do the same," Ken said, "maybe we could walk sometime."

Don't be too excited, his tail thumped the bench, "sure, have you walked through Browns before?"

"No," Ken said, "but North town and the South Hill."

"I don't have a car," he said, I'm too poor he'll think I'm a burden.

"I do," Ken said, "I'll drive you to Manito."

Ken's spicy pine overpowered his food with its heady fullness, his pants tightened, No no no, go down... down boy, not in public.

"Pence, you ok," Ken said scooting to his side of the booth, one arm resting pleasantly over his shoulders.

He nearly missed his mouth taking a bite while looking up in to Ken's brown almond eyes.

"You got something there," Ken said gesturing at their muzzles breaths apart.

He licked the tip of his tongue skirting across the cold wetness of Ken's nose.

"You got it," Ken said, moving till nose touched nose.

He jumped, Andrew stood to his side, "So kid how old are you?"

"Twenty."

"Good," Andrew said, "you want me to box that?"

"Oh, uhm, yes," he said, many eyes covertly glancing their direction, Alpha were giving everyone a nose full.

Ken smirked swept across the bar, "Let's go for that walk in Browns."

"Right now," he asked tail switching against Ken and the back rest.

"Yeah," Ken said, "I want to get to know you. Plus, I parked over there."

Forward," he said flushing, "You want to go to your car."

"Not yet," Ken said nudging his hip to get up, "I want you to want to go to my car."

They slid out of the booth, Andrew passing him his food and Ken back his card, "I gave myself a twenty percent tip."

"Sweet, thanks," Ken said, "still up for Sky-high next week?"

"Yeah, bring the pup," Andrew said, ruffling the top of his head.

Ken chinned at the door.

He kneaded his paws crinkling the leftovers bag, "Ok, let's go, before anything car wise I have to stop in with Jake I'm staying at his place."

"Fine by me, lead the way," Ken said.

They stepped out into the twilight, Ken a few steps behind.

"Are you just watching my ass," he asked.

"Not exclusively," Ken said moving up next to him, holding out a paw.

He looked up and down the street, "In public?"

"Yeah, what's wrong," Ken asked.

"People will see," he said.

Ken still held out his paw, "Anyone, close enough to bash us can already smell I'm totally into you."

Warmth ran down his spine, he dropped his ears, rubbing the back of his empty paw to Ken's.

Chapter 3: Ken

Pincushion to Patches90:

I'm sorry I flaked, I got nervous and hid in the bathroom.

Patches90:

Why, I don't bite.

Pincushion:

I don't know, I'm a coward I guess, I got worried people would see me with a guy.

Patches90:

Well, I'm cool with Pen Pals. Still want to see your art though.

Ken held the sexy pup's paws, Pence looked away each time their eyes met.

He leaned in licking Pence's muzzle when Pence next looked away.

"Hey," Pence said, floppy ear jumping.

"Sorry, your just too cute," he said, opening Ingress, Shit, there are so many portals around here.

Pence texted on LGBTcupid.

He hid his screen while nuking some nearby Resistance Blue resonators and a Portal.

"That guy that stood me up," Pence said, "he did show up but was too cricket shit to meet me."

He set his own portal and high-level resonator, "Yeah, a guy threw up in the bathroom and bolted."

"Must have anxiety- what the fuck," Pence said, stopping looking up and down the street.

"What's wrong," he asked.

"Nothing," Pence said glumly, pocketing his phone.

They continued down West first.

Pence asked, "have you been to Coeur D'Alene park before?"

"Not a ton," he said, "North town and Browns are twenty minutes apart from the traffic on Division."

"Even at this time of day," Pence asked.

"Yeah, all the lights," he said, "So, which are your trees."

"I have an Oak," Pence said tail wagging, "I love its energy, and there's this old Rhody and Lilac too, but they're happier in the daytime."

"Nightwatcher," he asked.

"Yeah," Pence said, resting a paw on a nobly oak, "my parents are community pack, but when they kicked me out I... you know church wasn't the same."

"Shiteaters," he said, touching the oak, "That's why you can't ask for money."

"Yeah, but for my mom," Pence said, "She has been sneaking money out of savings for me. It makes me feel guilty but what else can I do."

"Do you work," he asked.

"I've been looking but the recession," Pence said, ears dropped and Pine soured, "you have a job you should hang with someone that's not a mess."

"No, I'm good," he said rubbing Pence's back, "I happen to be an amazing judge of character."

Pence lean back against the Oak, he presses his and Pence's paw against the rough bark, "can I kiss you?"

"Right here," Pence asked.

"Yeah I want to," he said, watching Pence's blown eyes, "You love this trees energy, but I want to taste yours."

Firm stomach muscles pressed his groin, as Pence opened hints of Root Beer tickled his probing tongue.

Gravel on the walkway on the other side of the tree had him reluctantly pull away.

Pence wobbled a step as they continued the walk.

"Want to go to my car," he asked.

"Yes," Pence said, "but I need to let Jake know I'll be out late."

"Cool, lead the way," he said.

Pence's hips and tail moved livelier, I need to fuck this pup bad.

"So how do you like it," he asked, licking his muzzle, "Slow and deep or fast and hard?"

"Yes," Pence said winking.

"Perfect, we'll do a medley," he said catching up to wrap an arm over Pence's shoulders.

Pence led him to the Northwest Museum of Arts and Culture.

"Sorry I need a quick stop," Pence said, pulling out his phone.

"No worries," he grabbed his phone, they were in a sea of Blue Portals, all below his level.

A couple on their phone wandered past. He nuked three Portals and Set his own.

"Spray sniffer, who is this eidnolb" Pence muttered.

He checked the owner of the Resonator he half nuked, Patches90, shit, he's blue.

"Ah, probably a sheath rinse," he said.

"Must be that couple," Pence growled, "Damn, breeders."

He laughed, "so, you're Resistance then?"

"Yeah... you play," Pence asked, "wait eidlonb, blondie... you're nuking me."

"Sorry, you need to level," he said, shrugging.

Pence stormed off through the open-air museum court yard to Riverside Avenue.

"Hey, wait up," he said, "we're still on a date or is that going to fuck things up?"

"No, we're on a date," Pence growled, "you'll just have to give me a back massage and rim me good and long."

"How is that punishment," he said, "guess I need to nuke you more often."

"Thin ice Mister," Pence said whirling on him.

"Oh, Ice is dangerous," he said scooping Pence up, "I better keep you safe... where am I going."

Pence shook his head tail wagging, "pick me up when you know where you're going."

"Deal," he said licking Pence's ear.

Pence took his paw leading him to the Paging box of the Broadmoor Apartments.

The door box said, "Yeah?"

"Hey, Jake," Pence said, "can you page me up."

"Yeah, whatever," Jake said, the door buzzed.

Pence practically skipped, "Have I told you how sexy you are, your fur is so bright?"

"No, you didn't," he said, "But I forgot to mention how perfectly mountable your ass is."

Pence's eye sparkled, his Pine scent going very spicy.

He knocked on a door.

"Hey man," a Coyote said, "did you bring that rent you promised?"

"Oh... no Jake," Pence said deflating, "My mom still hasn't put the money in the account." "Did you call her," Jake asked stepping back to let them in, "Who are you?"

"I'm Ken," he said.

"Cool," Jake said, "make sure Barbie call's his mommy."

Jake headed to the kitchen of the small disheveled apartment, cracking open a beer.

Pence followed, "I'll get it tomorrow."

"Call, on speaker phone, now," Jake said, taking a swig while leaning a hip on the counter.

"Speaker, Alpha Jake," Pence said.

"This isn't a homeless shelter," Jake said, "If you can't pay or won't put out, then you're out."

"What the fuck dude," he snapped.

"Back off or get out," Jake snapped back.

Pence darted to a counter stool, "I don't know if she'll answer it's late."

"Call," Jake said.

Pence dialed, "You can leave Ken, Alpha this is embarrassing."

"I'm not going till you're ok," he said glaring at Jake.

Jake flipped him the digit.

"Hey, honey," a woman said from the speakers, "now's not the best time."

"I'm sorry mom," Pence said, "The guy I'm renting from needs the money for this month were you able to send it?"

"No... I'll try tomorrow," Pence mom whispered.

Jake wandered into the bathroom.

"Mom, I need to be sure," Pence said, "He'll kick me out if I can't pay."

"Oh no... I'll-"

"Pat who are you talking too," a male said from the background.

"No one Aaron," Pence mom said.

Pence shivered.

"Give me the phone," Pence dad said, "You've been undermining everything, he won't change if we foster these degenerate choices. Give me the phone."

"Oh no... please no," Pence clasped his paws together, pressing them to his forehead.

"Pence, this stops now," Pence dad said in a cold tenor.

"Dad, I'm nearly don't with school," Pence pleaded, "Just six months."

Pence dad asked, "And you'll sign the contract and go to camp?"

"No, I'd graduate," Pence said, shrinking into the seat.

Jake moved through the apartment with a cardboard box.

Pence dad said, "yeah account number three six six eight-"

"You're sending me money for rent," Pence asked hopefully.

Pence dad laughed, "I'm no longer paying for that phone."

"But I'll be homeless," Pence said.

"Because of your sins," Pence dad said.

"What a shit eater," He said.

"What did you say boy," Pence dad snapped.

"Nothing, speaker phone," Pence said, voice wobbling.

Pence dad said, "You're dragging family business in the open."

"Are we family," Pence asked you're the one that kicked me out."

"The name is Aaron Reavey," Pence dad said, "birthdate November twenty eighth, yes I'm closing the third line. Yeah that one you can do it now I'll pay out the remainder of the phone."

Pence mom said, "Honey, we can't-"

The phone when silent.

"What happened," He asked stepping up to Pence's side.

"No cell service," Pence said, "what I'm I going to do."

"Get out," Jake said shoving a medium moving sized box on the counter, "or hock the phone and pay me rent."

"I need it," Pence said, "I don't have a computer."

"Well then," Jake said shoving the box closer, "hope you land on your feet, to bad you're a dog, cats always land on their feet."

Pence glance in the box.

Jake said, "I scent checked, it's everything you have."

"You're a shiteater," he said, "way to kick someone when they're down."

"Fuck you," Jake said, "I ain't a charity. Pence grab your shit."

"But... I, what will," Pence spluttered.

"Don't know, nor care," Jake said, herding them to the door, "Pence if you change you're mind about putting out... I guess you can't call, uh, whatever bye dude."

Pence moved to catch the door.

The lock clicked behind him.

Pence's wide empty eyes drifted down into his box.

He led Pence out the door, Pence didn't speak or look around the block all the way over to his car on Elm and Chestnut.

He opened the door, Pence needed to be prompted to sink into the seat.

When he started the car Pence spoke, "can you take me to a Starbucks."

"They would be closed by now," he said.

"Oh, I need wifi," Pence said.

"Why wifi," he asked.

Pence said hollow voiced, "I can message Sean or Neal on Muzzlebook maybe they'll come back for me."

"Ok buckle up," he said, moving onto Elm, fuck them all, how could they do that, that shiteater father and Jake, he's practically a rapist.

Pence said, "I'm sorry you had to stick around."

He righted the car, "What."

Pence muttered, "You shouldn't have to deal with this."

Then whispered repeatedly, "I'm sorry," hunching in on the box.

He clenched his teeth, Pence's sour Pine biting at his nose.

With his shifting paw he rubbed Pence's back answering every I'm sorry with, "It's ok."

He parked in his drive way, getting the door for Pence.

"Where are we," Pence asked looking up around for the first time.

He said, getting the front door, "My place, you can use my wifi."

"I have nothing to give you," Pence said, "do I need to put out."

"What," he spluttered, slamming the door open, "Alpha no, I don't what that."

"You did earlier," Pence said.

"I won't take advantage of you," he said, going to the den for the Wifi password.

Pence hovered near the door, box hanging from loose arms.

"Here's the wifi," he said, passing a paper, "message your friends, but I have a couch it's open to you no expectations."

"Ok, can I use your bathroom," Pence asked.

"Of course," he said, leading Pence to the living room, "the bathroom door's the one by the kitchen."

He headed back to the den to pace, Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, let someone know so he feels safe.

He called Nova, a Smoky contralto answered, "Ken, how's my favorite doll doing?"

"I'm fine," he said, still pacing, "Can you look a profile on LGBTcupid?"

"Uhm, well sure honey darling," Nova said, "what's their name?"

"Patches90, should be near my location," he said, drumming his desk.

"Oh my, he is purrrrfect," Nova purred.

"Yeah, I was on a date," he said, "I want him to feel safe, his parents just cut him off financially and his roommate kicked him out because he couldn't pay rent."

Nova said, "What do you want from me babe?"

"Make him feel safe," he said resuming pacing, "Let him know to go to you if he is uncomfortable with me and doesn't feel he can talk to me... I don't know, let him know you'll rip my balls off or something."

"That would be a shame," Nova said, phone keyboard clicking from the other end of the line, "messaging him now sweety, and thank you for being you."

Call done, he got sheets, blankets and a pillow setting up the couch.

Chapter 4: Pence

Patches90 to Otterlypridictable:

Hey, so I don't know if you'll get this in time, but my roommate kicked me out because my parents cut me off financially, I'm at that guy from dinners place, here's the address, in case I end up dead or something.

Nova to Patches90:

Hey, I don't know you but most in town know me, if Blondie isn't a perfect gentleman let me know, we'll find you another place to stay, be strong sugar.

Patches90:

Thanks Nova, I will, I loved your last show.

Blondie to Patches90:

I set up the couch for you, no expectations.

Pincushion to Patches:

Wow, you're nearby, sorry again about the date, what brought you north?

Patches90:

Long story life just fell out from under me, a guy I had dinner with is letting me crash with him.

Pincushion:

The handsome lab?

Otterlypridictable to Patches90:

What the fuck, we are heading back.

Patches90:

It's ok I'm staying at the labs place.

Otterlypridictable:

Are you sure?

Patches90:

Yeah, he got me wifi, set up the couch, and told Nova I was here, she reached out, so it's ok for tonight.

Otterlypridictable:

I'll steal Sean's Subaru tomorrow if you need.

Pence blew his nose then flushed the toilet. I'm a total mess, why is this guy being nice to me.

He probably just wants to fuck me, but he's been so nice.

He walked back to the living room, Ken stood awkwardly by the TV. Ken put Snoop his plushy floppy eared plushy that matched Ken's fur on the pillow.

"How are you," Ken asked.

"I don't know," he said, "that all happened super-fast."

"Yeah," Ken said, "Not the reason I want someone to come over on a date."

He said, "I'm sorry, I can-"

"Come here and lay down," Ken said.

"I wrecked your night," he said, sitting on the couch, he's standing so far away, he's lost interest.

"No," Ken said, "your dad and that asshole Jake did."

"I'm not a burden am I," he asked, No one wants me.

"No, you're fine," Ken said, then moved to the kitchen, "do need some water, I'll get you water."

He picked up Snoop hugging him to his chest nuzzling the top of Snoops head, a small box and a useless phone that's all I have, how will I finish school.

His breath hitched, shivers rocketing through him.

What if I can't find work, did dad ever love me, how will I eat?

"Here's that water," Ken said standing over him.

He hunched his shoulders to hide, "thanks, I'm not thirsty at the moment."

Ken set the glass in the coffee table, "What do you need?"

"A better father," he said.

Ken sighed walking to the wall light switch, "I agree let me know if you need anything else."

"Could you, or would you," he shook his head, "No never mind."

He would want to I'm such a waste of space.

"What's up," Ken asked.

"Could I have a hug," he asked, eyes and throat burning.

"I, is that a good idea," Ken asked.

"No, probably not," he said, slumping onto his side, no one wants me.

He burst into messy tears.

"Fuck, shit," Ken said, the couch next to him dipping, "Yes, you're ok, it's fine now you're fine."

Not my problem, echoed, Because of your sins.

He was lifted while shuttering.

His head nestled into Kens, while strong long arms rocked him.

His arms crisscrossed his chest, he shifted his grip from Snoop to Kens shirt.

Ken licked the top of his head he darted his muzzle up to meet Ken's lick with his own.

He tasted Ken gripping him tighter. Shifting to sit fully on Ken's lap.

Ken shifted to move away, he whimpered and held on tighter, mumbling, "please."

They licked nipped and tasted.

Ken exhaled, "I shouldn't."

"Please don't make me be alone," he said between a kiss, wrapping his legs around Ken

Ken torn at their shirts, ripping them over their heads swooping back to his open muzzle.

Snoop fell to the side when he wrapped his arms around Kens neck.

Ken lifted him standing, and weaved him back and forth it his shoulders hit the wall.

"Sorry," Ken said pulling back.

"Your fine, take me," he said, pressing his hips against Ken's full pants.

"Alpha, I'm going to fill you," Ken said sweeping them through the door.

Kens heat pressed him into the cool of the bed.

While he scrabbled at Ken's belt and Ken tore at his zipper.

They both sprang from their confinement.

Ken's faucet ran, the heat of Ken's tap pressed near his tail, as they returned to eating of eachother.

"Please, make me feel better," he said, wiggling his hips against Ken.

Ken growled into his muzzle locking them back together.

Ken's wet length reangled, lubing him in the best possible way.

"Please, make me feel you," he said looking into Ken's blown chocolate eyes.

The tip rocked gentle but insistently against him.

He relaxed more as more pre-coated him inside and out.

"Yes, please yes," he moaned.

Ken shivered from head to tail pushing to the knot.

"Oh fuck, shit," He moaned.

"You're good, I can pull out," Ken asked.

"No stay, its good," he said, "No its perfect, more, give me more."

"All that's left is the-"

"More, please more," he said.

Pushing out and against Kens thickness.

Ken steadily pressed against him tongue devouring his muzzle.

His breath hitched as he felt himself opening larger but not enough yet.

He shuttered, whimpering, "more," on Ken's tongue.

With a pop he was full, squirming so perfectly from the pressure, balls tight as he started clenching around Ken.

"Fuck," Ken moan then started rhythmically pulsing into him.

Chapter 5: Ken

Fuck, Fuck fuck fuck, I fucking fucked him, I'm practically a rapist, I'm just like Jake. Ken stopped kissing Pence, "I'm sorry shit, I shouldn't have done that."

Pence blissful expression soured, as they both continued pumping in different rhythms.

"Wow," Pence said, "I didn't feel used till you said that."

"Really, but I'm like Jake," he said, "I had sex with you when you had no place to go."

"I had no place to go," Pence said, "Maybe yes but I still wanted it."

"Really," Ken asked, "you're not just saying that."

"Please go back to being top," Pence said, "This is not who I want to post coital cuddle with."

"Not exactly at post yet," He said, "I just want you to feel safe, you didn't deserve all that shit today."

Pence clench around him, he moaned, "Fuck you feel so good."

"Yeah, I wanted you," Pence said, then clench around him again, "and I wanted this."

He rocked against Pence, earning a gasp.

"As long as you're ok," He said, "Might as well enjoy sloppy seconds."

Pence eyes bugged out, "What?"

"I'm a multi," he said rutting into the wetness he made in Pence, "Where's that sweet spot."

"Left, it's to- Alpha," Pence moan.

He pulled himself back making Pence squirm till he popped out, of Pence's abused hole, but he wasn't done.

He rocked forward, stretching Pence.

"You're, fuck me," Pence moan.

"I am," he said, muzzle locking with Pence while he stretched Pence on the fringes of enough to enter.

Pence rocked back and he popped in sending him over the edge as the sloppy warmth encased his cooling cock again.

Pence moaned into his mouth.

While he continued pumping into Pence slowly he swiveled him around so they spooned, pulling the covers over them, he drifted off holding Pence firmly to his chest, "I'm glad I met you."

Six months later.

Blondie to Patches90:

What row are you in I haven't found you yet.

Patches90:

I'll stand and wave.

Blondie:

See you, wish I could be under that cap and gown.

Patches90:

You already graduated?

Blondie:

You'd be in there too dork.

Patches90:

Don't type that with my mom right there.

Blondie:

She's distracted by Nova.

Patches90:

Shit mom and a drag queen... my conservative inner child is squirming.

Blondie:

I like it when you squirm. Oh, wave again Pin needs to find you too.

Patches90:

Shit Neal and Sean came too, I might cry, why didn't I bring tissues.

Ken sat waiting for Pence to walk, a surprise in his pocket.

"So, Blondie, you did good," Sean said.

"Thanks, I'm proud of him," he said.

"What will he do now," Neal asked, "He said he didn't get into the Spokane nursing program.'

"He'll need to move," He said.

"That won't end things," Pence Mom asked, "Will you too do distance?"

The ceremony reached P.

"Something like that," He said, "I don't want things to end. So, Austin, Pence said you got into a gallery in Portland, that's awesome."

"Yeah," The porcupine said, "apparently, it's a hit with the Portland art scene that I do the ink with my own quills... it's just cheaper that way but whatever."

Sean laughed, "Portlandia strikes again."

"Put a moth on it," Neal said.

"Oh, he's standing," Mrs. Reavey's said, cupping her paw to her mouth, "I love you honey."

After the crossing the stage, receiving the fake diploma photo op, and exiting the room. They saw Pence rushed to find them robe billowing up the stairs three at a time.

"I made it," Pence said bouncing.

Everyone hugged him.

Austin passed Pence a larger skinny rectangular package, "I made this for you, well both of you, but thought graduation was a good time for it.

Pence ripped into the Paper, a painting of Pence drumming a glass shyly and himself straring happily over a tumbler in the booth at Andy's, shocked his eyes.

"Fuck that's really good," he said.

"Yeah man that's awesome," Sean said.

Pence gave Austin a quill cautious hug.

"Well, I have a surprise too," He said, fishing an envelope from his pocket.

"It's from Seattle U," Pence said, eyes wide.

Pence tore into the letter, "I-I got in, into the nursing program, I got in."

Everyone hugged Pence.

Till Pence looked at him, "I'd have to leave."

"No, we would," He said, "we'd leave together."

"But you're job."

"I transferred to Seattle," he said, "But even if I couldn't have I'd still have gone, you're worth it."

Pence, gown and all leapt into his open arms.

The End.