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[Photo] Hey come put your tongue in this

Eli glanced first to his left and then his right, making sure that none of the other employees were close enough to see, then double-tapped the picture and zoomed in on it. The drumming of the heavy rain on the low ceiling of the library nearly mirrored his heartbeat, from both the nervousness and excitement of a couple different sorts.

Maybe Marlin still hadn't showered. That would make it... three days? The thick white fur of his sheath looked a bit frazzled and matted, and with the good camera on his phone, Eli could just imagine pushing his nose deeper into that fur, grinding it against the hot, soft skin buried beneath. The fox had his thumb hooked around the back of his sheath, angling it down towards the camera and pulling the supple skin back a bit. That showed the glistening-wet tip of his cock, fresh pink - Eli zoomed in a little closer; he could see the texture of the flesh beneath the gathered slickness, and thinking about it, he could nearly taste it too.

Memories and fantasies always paled beside the real thing, however. Another furtive glance and he reached down to adjust his pants a bit; a slim, short weasel had just stridden in through the front doors, taking a moment to shake the rain from his umbrella. Hard to do his job right when he had dick on the brain; the wild dog typed out a quick response, not goading the arctic fox on but also certainly not asking him to stop, then smiled as the weasel approached.

The mustelid wanted to find a very particular book from a series that Eli had heard of before yet never read, though it seemed as though he'd gotten the title and number mixed up. Throughout the conversation and between trying to sort out just which one the poor weasel wanted Eli's phone vibrated another three times in his pocket, each time sending an excited twitch through his hips.

Marlin certainly wouldn't let him get anything other than dick on his brain today, though, reading through those messages. By the time the end of his shift came Eli was knee-deep in telling the fox just what he'd like to do to that slick sheath and wet shaft, which of course led to him indulging in those fantasies as soon as he got home. I'm already soaked from the rain, he figured, tossing his shirt to the side and dropping his pants and boxers; I'll need a shower anyway, so what's the harm in adding to that mess in my fur a bit?

Thoughts continued to wander through the night, between Marlin continuing to bug him about his overdue visit to the fox - I have a deposit I need to put in your bank,_he'd said, which made Eli roll his eyes and laugh out loud - and chatting with Lynn before bed, as had become something of routine. He'd ask about her day, and she'd ask about his, and they'd chat about various other things... and then would say goodnight to each other. Tonight she actually sent him a voice message, which he made sure to save. Doing so just brought up the _other messages he'd saved from her, though, which in turn pushed sleep _further_away than it already was, with the heavy drumming of the rain on his window and the occasional deep rumbling of thunder.

The storm hadn't let up by the time Wednesday morning rolled around, and neither had Marlin. Eli woke up to a continuation of where he'd left their conversation the previous night, too tired to continue yet not willing to put in the effort it would take to get Marlin to leave him alone - *taps his hard cock against your tongue, squeezing out a bead of pre* Breakfast is ready ;3 - but ignored it for later, maybe around lunch when he'd actually have time to play around.

That 'later' came much sooner than expected, though, after a wreck on the highway in delayed his arrival to work by a good forty minutes, thirty-five of which were spent sitting still. Opening his phone then turned out to be a bad idea on his part, since it meant that he'd be distracted until lunch.

Marlin had a way of doing that to him. Nearly everything they'd done together in the past, from visiting the city's botanical gardens for one of their anniversaries, to walking through the zoo and nearby aquarium on a shared day off. It hadn't _always_led to full-on sex, but that did happen quite often; Eli squirmed again behind his computer, mind wandering to that time they'd spent the night at a friend of Marlin's, Eli leaning back in Marlin's lap beneath a blanket while the fox slowly pushed into him again and again, that friend sitting at just the other end of the couch.

Not that everything_with Marlin was about sex. That was a train of thought that the wild dog had followed countless times before, usually before or around their multiple "I think we should take a break"s and "I just need some time apart from you"s and "I've put up with your bullshit long enough"s. The problem was, Eli had long since realized, that was simply what they'd grown _accustomed to. One of his best friends in high school often came over to visit, and all the two did was play video games in the same room as each other; before long, it just felt awkward to do anything other than that, never having extended conversations or really going anywhere.

Well. Really, it had gotten awkward when that friend started bringing his girlfriend over when he stayed the night. Eli's mom had been the first to catch onto that, and from then on, that friend never responded to Eli's invites to come over again.

Not to say that Marlin didn't do the same thing, of course, coming over under the guise of doing one thing, only to actually do something entirely different. A flash of lightning outside the wide windows on either side of the automatic front doors drew Eli's eyes up, and he shifted in his chair again; then, he tapped his phone on to continue typing out his reply. One time in late high school, and Eli couldn't help but lower his ears at remembering it, his mom had walked in during a situation all too similar to what had happened at that friend of Marlin's, with the fox sitting back in Eli's desk chair and the wild dog clamped and clenched tightly in his lap.

There was no way she hadn't known, of course, even though Marlin said afterward that they'd played it off flawlessly. The twitch of her nose, the flick of her ears, the narrowing of her eyes and cool, clipped conversations with the two of them for the rest of the night... still, though, she let him sleep over that night. By that time in the school year Eli had already had to start washing his sheets after each weekend.

Unfortunately he did_have actual work to do today, though, more cataloguing and input. His phone vibrated right as he slid his thumb up to turn it to silent: _Hey Eli, come over and ride me after work?

That brought a sigh out of him. "Stomach's a bit upset today, sorry", he sent back. Not exactly true - or, not at all true - but another thing he'd long since learned was that "no" hardly ever worked with the fox. Half a year of living together and dealing with that, from someone who seemed only to gather more sexual energy from getting off, had played a considerable part in leading up to their third - or fourth - break-up. After so many instances across so much time, they all kind of blended together.

Isn't that what I have with Lynn right now?

That thought in particular kept him distracted over lunch, sitting out back under the relative safety of the awning while he watched the rain pour down, coming at an angle across the rear parking lot and nearby roads. Well, no. Not at all, actually. We've seen each other, what... six or seven times now? I've lost count. And we've only messed around once. And I... There came the same thought, the knowledge, that sometimes kept him awake at night or distracted him from everything else: and I'd like to do so more.

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God. I'm already well out to everyone I know. What'll they all think when I go back on that? Or - maybe not back. Not all the way, really. A smirk; he flicked back in his phone, angled safely away from any stray drops of rain, and opened up Marlin's photo again. As expected, it brought back that so-familiar twitch and tightening between his legs. Okay. That's another 'not at all'. I guess it's like... like trying new foods. I didn't like mayonnaise when I was a kid, either. We haven't spoken today, have we? I'll just...

Apparently their chat program hadn't been updating on his phone. When he opened the app, the screen remained blank for a moment... and then everything refreshed after a moment.

~stripesandhypes [11:17 AM]: Hey Eli. I don't think I'll be able to make it down this weekend either. :( I'm sorry. I have one more exam tomorrow, but something else with my classes came up and i'll have to spend some time running around campus getting it sorted out

That feeling in his chest, that warm little blossoming that started pulsing out just about every time Lynn entered his thoughts, cracked and splintered into cool disappointment. Suddenly he wasn't as hungry as he'd been a second ago.

~elijasdfgh [12:39 PM]: oh dang :< well that's alright. School comes first. Let me know how things go

~elijasdfgh [12:39 PM]: I miss you

That last one sent with a pounding of his heart, but it had gone before he could cancel it. Where had _that_come from? Eli thunked his head back against the moist brick wall, heaved a sigh, and held his phone in his paw for a moment longer. No response came - maybe she was busy - so he slid it back into his pocket to finish up what of his lunch he could stomach.

The rain continued for the rest of the day, though the lightning and thunder rolled back somewhat once dinner time came. He'd found a couple slices of pizza shoved back in his freezer, and after some time in the microwave, discovered that they were still quite good. He slouched back in front of his TV with those few stacked up on a plate, having to swing his muzzle forward to keep a string of cheese from clamping onto his chin.

~stripesandhypes [6:26 PM]: Oh it's mutual, dirtpup

~stripesandhypes [6:26 PM]: Having an idiot brother into the same things I am is pretty fun, but it is nice to have an actual friend to talk and hang out with

~stripesandhypes [6:27 PM]: besides, I can't play footsies with rick, that's weird

That night the wild dog climbed into bed to the more relaxing sound of the dying storm, like fingers lightly rolling across his window instead of claws rapidly tapping. Lynn had already bid him goodnight after a good conversation, though Eli still felt... restless, maybe. So after another few minutes of rolling around and sighing, he reached over, snapped his nightstand lamp on, slid his blankets back, and snapped a couple of pictures: fingers wrapped around his sheath, thumb lifting up under the back, saliva-slickened forefinger buried inside, sheath pulled back across his half-hard length. Those last two made their way to Marlin, who responded in turn. It took Eli another thirty or so minutes to settle down to sleep.

Once his alarm shook him awake Thursday morning he found that the dribbling rain had ceased as well, though the sky remained blanketed in soft, lumpy grey clouds, the sun hinted behind a patch of brighter white. Hazy memories of the couple dreams he'd had over the night rolled around his head through his morning shower and drive to work. One with milk-white fox, one with cookies-and-cream hyena. Or maybe those were the same dream. It could be hard to tell sometimes.

Right as he settled in for the day he made sure to send Lynn a good luck message, and for once she came back just as quickly with a "thanks <3" and then, somewhat unsurprisingly, Marlin wanted to say good morning to him. With a photo attached. You remember our deal, though, right? One for one. This means you owe me. ;3

"I'm at work!" Eli sent back, though this time his annoyance was only half-genuine. Just as saying "no" hardly every worked with the fox, a "stop" often would just goad him on further. Sure, Marlin more often got on his nerves than not, but...

[Photo message] So am I

More furtive glances around, waiting for the visitors to step away from the desk, looking behind himself in trying to keep track of the other employees... and eventually Eli just slid into the employee bathroom, footsteps a bit quick, movements a little twitchy. He had to pull the waistband of his underwear up before he could slide it down his legs, and then he lounged back, one paw around his sheath and the other on his phone. He got Marlin his two "owed" pictures - it was an informal agreement, really, in that where Eli always held up his end of the bargain, Marlin seemed to see himself as exempt whenever he chose - and then ended up owing three more. Then, with his head resting back a bit uncomfortably atop the toilet's tank, his phone vibrated where he'd rested it on his chest:

[Video message (0:28)]

He had to get him back for that, too, stretching his bathroom break a little bit longer than intended. The toilet paper made for terrible cleanup, too, sticking to his fur where he'd streaked, and just grinding the stain from his load a little deeper into the lower hem of his shirt. It seemed that Lynn had picked up on his distracted state of mind as well: the few messages that the hyena found the chance to send had just helped in pushing him towards that peak, wonderfully caught on video for the fox.

And maybe for Lynn, too, if she ever asked to see it. That was actually the thought that pushed him over the edge, that and the memory of seeing her muzzle bobbing between his legs, watching her eyes flick up to his... but, right after, that disappointment came surging back. Not wholly because he wouldn't be able to feel that again this weekend, though that certainly played into it. After Eli had broken off contact with most of his high school friends - "friends" - and then lost contact with those he'd met during his college years, here he was, reminded out of the blue of what it felt like to have someone else. As Lynn had said, someone to talk to and hang out with.

And suddenly, two weeks without that weighed on him. He'd need a distraction. Good thing a video game he used to love would be running a special limited-time event starting this weekend, or...

Oh hey im taking tomorrow off btw. Idk if youre gonna be busy this weekend, but itd be great to have you over for a bit

Distraction found. Marlin was quite skilled with taking Eli's mind off of other things. "Yeah, sure," he sent back, "I'll still have to go into work but I can come by after"

That, too, was a familiar feeling - the bubbling excitement of seeing the fox after a long, lonely week, the mixed bitter and sweet of fearing something might go wrong or they'd get into another fight, with the knowledge that he'd have someone to snuggle against and nuzzle into. He didn't often spend the night at the fox's house, as he'd learned it almost always led to disappointment; his heart continually expected the words that his brain knew he wouldn't hear, though even despite that, he couldn't help but think what if. Maybe this would be the day.

Tonight, though, a different thought kept him watching the fan blades spinning at the ceiling of his room: What would I do if he does say it?

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Would I tell Lynn?_rumbled around his head during his drive to work. _No, he decided after setting up for the morning, she wouldn't want to hear that. Although I'm not going to lie to her, either, Eli resolved in a moment of downtime after the morning rush. Maybe I'd tell her if she asked. Or, the realization came just before he broke for lunch, if things advance between her and I... but 'we'll see what happens' leaves a lot of room for error. She can't get upset at me for what I do in my own life, right?

Over lunch he asked about her exam, and she told him that she felt confident. Just like with all the others. That brought a smile to his face: earlier in the week he'd inquired about her studies, and found that he understood very little of it. Lynn had chuckled - she'd sent a little laughing emoji - and asked him to tell her about _his_studies, and his degree. Eli found himself stumbling and bumbling over half-remembered formulas and tidbits, embarrassed yet not in an altogether bad way. She just... made him smile, gave him confidence.

And he really_wanted to see her. But Marlin would have to do. For once, the fox held off on bothering Eli throughout the day, though the wild dog figured that that was because he wanted to let things stew and simmer and build up until they could both find their relief through each other later in the night. Just like every other Friday, once the hour came it seemed to drag on to two or three extra hours, with Eli checking the time every handful of minutes with less time passing in between. Then, finally, he got to send Marlin a quick _"Out of work, gonna get some stuff from home and then head over" and Lynn a _"Hey, after your class stuff would you be able to play a game or two this weekend?"_text. He wouldn't be spending the _entire_afternoon at Marlin's, of course. Just the thought of that... well, that was another thing he couldn't precisely nail down.

The drive back home wasn't too bad, and then the wild dog felt the so-familiar temptation start to close in around his head, the idea of well, I'm home already, so why bother going back out? Therein lay another reason for why his friends throughout high school had silently elected his house as the meeting place, alongside his parents' fairly lenient rules. But, no; he'd given his word - or, rather, he'd already told the damn fox he'd be over - and keeping to his promises was something he'd been trying to hold a little better. Eli downed a glass of water, found a quick snack, looked around to make sure there wasn't anything important he'd leave behind, and then turned to leave again.

The twenty-or-so minute drive to Marlin's place, an adequate apartment set back a bit from the nearest highway, just gave him more time to think and wonder about what he'd be in for this weekend. Had the fox showered yet? Of course he would have; he'd said before, though he enjoyed teasing Eli about the whole scent thing, he couldn't really bear it himself. That was fine. The wild dog squirmed beneath the grip of his seatbelt, then had to reach down and adjust it: one reason he just couldn't stay away was because of that whole thing, and how foxes just naturally had a sharp, rich musk to them. Especially... well, he'd get a taste soon enough.

Sooner than he thought, actually, though he figured that he should have expected Marlin to answer the door totally naked. The suspicion first started when the fox opened the door and peeked around, showing only his head; then it strengthened when he stepped back to pull it open, still waiting behind it; and then that suspicion turned to realization once the door closed behind him, and Eli turned to look over smooth white fur - of course with a little point of pink flesh, his paws on his hips seeming to direct the wild dog's attention there.

Eli rolled his eyes and turned away from Marlin's chuckle, though just the sight had instilled that want in him; ten minutes led to his head pinned between the entry room's wall and Marlin's hips, then another five or six led to the wild dog pressed against that wall with his pants and underwear hanging around one ankle, other leg hefted up in Marlin's arm as the fox repeatedly bucked into him.

And, God, it felt _good._Of course Marlin would leave Eli to clean up the mess across the wall, though, telling him he'd be back in the bedroom. Eli had to step over piles of clothes to get there, tossing his own fully off on the way there, and then climbed in alongside the slightly-smaller fox, curling in against the firm heat of his body. Taut muscle stirred beneath that soft fur: Marlin had always been able to lift Eli up and keep him there for extended periods of time, as the two had discovered in the boys' bathroom during an orchestra concert at their high school.

Already the window up at the other wall looked dim, and Eli could feel the weight of sleepiness start to bear down on him. Rain and cloudy days tended to do that to him, even though a glance at his phone - Lynn hadn't yet replied - showed that it was hardly past seven. Marlin reached an arm around the wild dog's body and pulled him closer, at the same time giving him a solid whiff of the fox's scent; Eli's body reacted by grinding in against his leg, which pulled a soft chuckle from the vulpine.

To his surprise, though, Marlin stopped there. There was no turn of his body to run a paw up between Eli's legs, no shift to roll him onto his belly and spread his rump, no movement to lift his muzzle up and hold his jaw open so he could fit as much of his tongue into the wild dog's muzzle as he could.

Am I upset that none of those are happening?

Marlin had turned the TV across from his bed on while waiting for the dog to join him, and had it on the same show that Eli had been on-and-off watching the past couple of weeks. This was an episode he'd seen already, but he didn't really mind doing so again - especially with this fox beside him. It was moments like this that contributed to him always coming back.

Well, that wasn't quite true. It was moments like this that he used to justify why he kept coming back. Sometimes the reasons didn't come out as apparent until afterwards; he'd learned that long ago, or had at least accepted it.

Near the end of the episode, Marlin pulled in a soft breath and let it out across the wild dog's neck. "You know, Eli..." Then came the turn. Marlin shifted Eli so the wild dog faced away from him, then pulled himself up against his back - but instead of grinding hips to rump, he settled his muzzle against the dog's neck, and wrapped an arm around his belly. "I've... I've missed this."

"Huh?" His breathing was still a little unsteady. "Missed what?"

"You know." Another nuzzle. The fox's natural scent wafted around him. "Cuddling."

What? "Well, you - always just invite me over for sex. What are you talking about?"

"Well, sure. But it's like..." He breathed another laugh. "Sex is like food. Y'know? It's not really important unless you're hungry, and then when you're hungry it's, like, the only_thing you can think about. But, _this..._it's like sleep." Nose touching softly up against the outer rim of Eli's ear, making it flick; short whiskers tickling at his cheek, warm breath on his jaw. "You can go without it, and that's fine, and the longer you go, the more aware you are of missing it. Until you just suddenly don't anymore. But then when you_do get it, it's, like... you suddenly feel so much better, and you remember it. You remember what you were missing."

What was he supposed to say to that?

"Yeah." Eli brought his paw up, found Marlin's around his belly, then intertwined their fingers and repositioned it to his chest. He wriggled a little more firmly back against the fox. "Yeah, I get that."

"Actually, um, that leads me to something else..."

Eli waited, but Marlin didn't continue. He moved their paws a little bit further down, away from the sudden pounding of his heart. "Yeah?"

"Would you - maybe be willing to move back in with me?" The fox coughed, swallowed, shifted. When he continued, his words came out quickly. "I need someone to share the rent with, and like... maybe we could, I don't know... see what happens between us. You know? Maybe the physical closeness is what we've been missing. So we could, just... wait and see. Um. What do you say?"

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Wait and see. Let's just wait and see.

That wasn't what Lynn had meant to say, and once it had come out of her mouth, she'd almost wanted it back. Almost; that day it had been for a fully different reason than what she felt tonight. At the Mexican restaurant, she'd wanted it back because - because of nervousness, her natural inclination towards being unsure, her... her fear, her anxiousness. And then tonight, lying in her dorm bed with the sheets pulled halfway up her chest, looking up at the ceiling, the feeling that stirred in her chest right beneath where she held her phone...

No. The striped hyena squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the stretching, flickering shafts of dim light from the lamps along the walkways outside the window. You've been there before, and it never went anywhere. Nowhere you wanted it to, at least. Why can't you just learn that? Why can't you-

~elijasdfgh [Wed 12:39 PM, saved]: I miss you

Oh. Lynn sighed, clamped her phone a little tighter against her chest, and rolled over onto her side.

~stripesandhypes [draft Wed 12:42 PM, edited 3:26 PM]: I miss you too.

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One thing she'd learned throughout her relationships was that something being true didn't mean she could bring herself to say it. More often than not, these things she knew_as true in her head and her heart, yet she didn't _want them to be. This was just another of those instances, and yet... for the first time, the feeling she tried to push down was one of sweet, blossoming warmth, of want and comfort and a few other things. So many times she'd gotten used to trying to persuade herself she didn't hate her boyfriend, and here she lay now, trying to convince herself that-

-that I don't miss Eli. That I don't wish he were here. But there wouldn't be enough room for both of us in this bed. That's a good reason. We might be able to play a game tomorrow, if I can get my shit sorted out - with these damn restricted summer office hours - and then we'll see each other next week.

It was a stretch, but at least that thought brought her some measure of comfort. Lynn swallowed and pulled the sheets up a little higher, letting her phone slide down along her arm.

Well. I did tell him we'll see what happens. What could be the harm in humoring this for a bit? Maybe I'll be surprised. Besides... I'm tired of feeling like this, like I'm not meant for... for love. Just because it's never worked out in the past... Hollow words, though she clung to the hope that repeating them often enough would convince her of their truth. Just because of that, that doesn't mean it won't work out this time. And, hell, maybe...

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The thought made her heart leap in her chest.

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_Maybe. _