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"Cold" was not a phrase that could describe Pawnea's weather. At least, not by anyone who spent months in the icy northern winters, who would have laughed bitterly at the idea that 40s and 50s were at all frigid. But things were cooling off for sure as the autumn months rolled around, turning the days very pleasant. With the right conditions, it could even be a day that one could call brisk.

Such was the day that Lyle and Jake went out for some apple picking. A nice, calm, quiet activity without too many people around, ideal for Lyle's comfort zone. There were so many places he felt nervous going to because of how enclosed they were, few ways to get away from someone who might be looking at him the wrong way...but out of doors, unconstrained, with weather that let him cover up a bit more without looking weird or feeling like he was going to melt sounded about as close to ideal as he could imagine. The walks had been getting more frequent, he'd even been suggesting some excursions here and there, and despite getting a few cheeky looks and whistles, he hadn't suffered a lick of harm...a firm look had been enough to ward anyone off who pushed the boundaries. Especially when others were around, he felt a lot less like a target when not alone, especially when Jake was there. In a rare turn in his adult life, his anxiety wasn't always the first and foremost thing on his mind.

The sack they had bought at the orchard's office was getting filled nicely with various apples they had picked off of the trees. Lyle was going for variety, which he didn't know a lot about - for a good long while, he'd had in his head that an apple was an apple, how different could they be? And then Jake had to go and push him to try HIS favored type, and now Lyle was wondering if he'd been missing out on something tastier his whole life because of his previous narrow view. The orchard didn't have every apple in existence, but it had quite a few varieties that Lyle had never tried, and he was going to know exactly what he preferred by the time he was done.

"It feels weird that they're just letting us have these...I mean, we're paying for them, but less than we'd pay in the store," the fox observed as he found a nice one and pulled it off the tree branch. "Doesn't that lose them money?"

"Not really," replied Jake casually as he looked at a couple other prospects on the same tree. "Stores charge more because they have to buy them in the first place, so you're really paying for both the product and the store's overhead. Plus, these guys still have a ton of apples left for other stuff because stores like the best-looking apples, since that's what people are most likely to buy."

"Don't you mean what you're most likely to buy?"

"Har har. Yes, I'm a tad picky. I'm not the only one. But yeah, anything that doesn't look ideal, these guys will use to put into other products like cider, or pies, or the other products they had in their little shop. And they bring in people for tours, and for apple picking, and all that stuff, so they do pretty well for themselves overall."

"I guess that makes sense. There's more people here than I expected...is apple picking really that interesting to people?"

"Well, it's not like a fair or anything." Jake dropped a couple more apples into the bag. "It's not a main attraction for most people...it's more just one of those things that you can do when it's a nice but not super warm day, or when you want a low-key thing to do that isn't a lot of excitement but gets you out of the house. A pretty popular early date place, I guess, because it's something just about anyone can do, doesn't cost much, and basically gives you a chance to talk and get to know each other."

Lyle gave Jake a slightly cheeky look. "Oh, so this is a way to get into someone's pants, is it?"

Jake's eyes widened a bit. "Ah...that's, uh, that's not strictly what I MEANT by that..."

"Hah, don't worry about it! I mean, just about every place is a date for someone, right? It'd be pretty silly to get too obsessed with that." You know, like I probably would have just a few months ago... It was still something he was getting over, the idea of going somewhere else platonically...Jake had proven to him that he could do it, though, and Lyle was trying to get himself more in the mindset of treating things like they weren't insidious ploys against him. It wasn't a walk in the park still, but he was getting better.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But, uh, yeah, this might be that kind of place for some people, but it wouldn't be, you know, the kind of place where you'd go to pick someone up. That's something that you do in...like, a more close and active setting. Those feel more like places to socialize...here, it's more about doing your own thing, and that sorta thing would be, well, out of place, I guess."

"One would hope, anyway."

"Right...there are some people who wouldn't have any sense of boundaries like that." Jake's voice was a bit heavy as he said it. Lyle felt a bit bad about that, he wasn't trying to poke at the wolf's past behavior, more his own experiences. But before he could say anything about it, Jake moved on. "But I suppose if they have boundaries nowhere then it doesn't really matter where you go, just where they do. And if they're made to feel unwelcome, well, they'll usually stay away."

"Maybe. That's probably better than letting them be there and hoping they don't cause trouble. But no one's causing trouble today, so I don't think we have to worry about that."

"Right. So let's enjoy that while it's here." Jake brightened up again, making Lyle feel a bit better. Hopefully he'd given enough impression that he wasn't upset with Jake anymore...with how much the wolf had done for him lately, he wanted to start returning the good vibes a bit. And on a day like that one, which seemed like the perfect day for the perfect place, he wanted to shed all the positivity that he could.

---

If only everything could be that nice and pleasant.

Lyle shot up in his bed, panting hard, doing his best not to scream. He lunged for the side of his bed, almost hurling himself to the ground, nearly falling face-first into the bucket he kept there for just these occasions. Heaving and retching, his body trying to expel something, staved off only by the fact that he had nothing to throw up...the bucket stayed empty this time, but that didn't really make Lyle feel any better.

As the nausea stopped, he curled up against the wall, shivering and sobbing, trying fruitlessly to get a hold of himself. It never get easier...that nightmare that came back, time and time again, refusing to ever let him be. Lyle was no stranger to nightmares, so many of them had him being grabbed, attacked, held down, for a particular purpose...they always ended just before he was brutally raped, but his mind often filled in the blanks after he woke up, cursing him with an unpleasant mental image for a good long while. Those always made him anxious, but they weren't like this.

This one was so much worse...because it was real. And it wasn't him.

This was ALWAYS the one that came back. The memory of his family being attacked, cruelly used and violated, demeaned and degraded as they were broken and ground into dust. When he had been that young, he hadn't seen any of it, but he could hear it, smell it, as vividly as the day it happened. And his traitorous brain, it invented a scene for him, made him bear witness to it with his eyes as well, what he could imagine happened playing out in violent clarity. And every time, he was unable to move, unable to do anything but watch and hear and smell and feel that visceral disgust and horror...

And guilt.

It wasn't rational. Lyle knew it wasn't rational. He was eight, small, had no real ability to defend himself let alone anyone else. They had stuffed him under the bed precisely to keep him from being discovered - anything but inaction would have condemned him to the fate they desperately tried to spare him from, a faint hope that one of them might escape undamaged. And it changed nothing...he always felt it, every time he had that nightmare, the crushing guilt of doing nothing while they suffered. Useless, helpless, worthless. To his mind, he was just as responsible as the ones who had committed those atrocious acts, and no amount of rationality could free him from it.

And it was the other part of the reason he couldn't face them. They were reminders of his inability to act, their struggles a crushing weight on his soul. And it was horrible because he knew they never meant for it to be like that...he should have felt immense gratitude towards them, that they had managed to spare him, that was the only thing that would have made sense. And it wasn't like he wasn't grateful, that he wasn't happy to have been spared, but...it just was so choked out by the shame, the guilt, the fear. Just another thing that had been taken from him...confidence, security, companionship, trust, love, all stolen away by men that had never even managed to touch him. On some level, it felt like his body was the only thing he had left...if the wrong person ever got into it, he would lose even that, and have nothing left. At that point, there would be nothing left but the mindless sluttery demanded of him, because he'd be nothing more than a shell going through the motions, possessed of nothing, a hollow existence devoid of meaning and hope.

Hope...well, he couldn't really say he'd had much of that, anyway. At least, not for a long time...but lately, it had been a little different. Since a couple months ago, when Jake had introduced him to those new friends...or maybe it had started when Jake had stayed with him after the threat over the phone...or maybe it was all the way back when Jake had helped him out at the beach. He didn't really know for sure, but something had changed...he had started to feel like maybe there was some hope, that he could avoid the dismal fate he had long thought certain if he ever let anyone into his life. Certainly, he had been enjoying his life more with people around, people who didn't scare him and respected his boundaries, who weren't interested in how tight he was but in what video games he played. He had managed to work up the courage to take little excursions on his own, and bigger ones with others...particularly Jake. In a way, this had made the nightmares worse when they happened - it was a lot farther to be swung from happiness to horror than from his familiar state of anxious paranoia - but most of the nightmares were less frequent, at least. Not this one, but he wasn't sure he would ever be rid of this one...it felt like a scar that he had to carry with him for the rest of his life. The others, though, the ones where it was just him being targeted...those were lesser in number than they had been for years.

Which was leading him to a somewhat uncomfortable truth: he was starting to feel more for Jake than he had felt for just about anyone. More attraction. More attachment. More LUST. Jake was the first real person Lyle could remember truly feeling any lust for...and it scared him. Because he still feared what might happen, feared that it would just be a slippery slope to losing himself. He'd thought that he could will it away, go back to feeling nothing, or at least let the fear overpower any desires...but it wasn't happening. Even as afraid as he was, the want was stronger than that, refused to be diminished, even seemed to be growing more. It was pervading his thoughts, his dreams, to the point where Lyle couldn't even truly ignore it. It was just there, too there, putting him into a difficult position.

So he was doing the only thing he could do: hiding. Hiding his feelings away, hiding his desires away, keeping them a precious secret from the target of them. Even as he yearned, he had to put up the wall. He couldn't risk it, couldn't take that chance...it would do too much to him if something happened, if it didn't all go perfectly, if his worst fears came to pass. Even knowing his sadness and despair at being denied something like that, it was absolutely imperative that he keep his distance to save himself...at least, that was what he believed, whether it was true or not. He couldn't take the chance that it wasn't, not when the consequences if it were were so damning.

As he crawled back into bed, he felt a great pit inside him. No longer panicking, no longer crying, just feeling empty, wondering if he could ever be truly happy. He tried to shove that aside and get himself back to sleep, trying to tell himself as he always did that safe was better than happy.

If only he could truly believe it...

---

Lyle's efforts to keep his feelings hidden were going well - Jake hadn't really suspected a thing. He could tell Lyle was enjoying himself, but hadn't pieced together that it was Jake's presence that was contributing more to that. For him, things were going well, fairly normal for the most part, and he was happy for that - not everything needed to be novelty or excitement or indulgence.

The next time he encountered those was definitely the most unexpected experience he had ever had.

It was a later day in the month, and he was shopping at a Haverly's once again - thankfully without having to futz around for directions this time. His work didn't demand fancy clothes all the time, but he did like to have some on hand in case there was an event that warranted something better than jeans and a polo. And he'd rather unfortunately put a nice gash in one of his work shirts after they got hooked on something as he was carrying the basket of his clothes up to his room, so he was seeking a replacement - maybe two, since he figured his closet was pretty sparse. Dressing up had never been something Jake had particularly cared for, but sometimes the world didn't care what you liked.

He was just looking at different styles when his ears twitched. It was quiet, blocked by something, but he was certain he heard a moan, and not the pleasant kind. He looked up and around; he couldn't hear it again, but he did notice that there was a fitting area nearby. It might have been nothing, but it sure hadn't sounded like it...he hesitated briefly, then headed to the fitting area. If he was wrong, then it was maybe a minute or two at worst that he wouldn't get back...if he was right, the other person might thank him for taking that time.

Just before he opened the door, he heard it again. Quieter overall than before, but because he was closer it was more defined. And...oddly familiar.

That...sounds like Xander?

He was aware that Xander worked at Haverly's - the monitor's griping about it didn't really leave much room for forgetting it - but Jake went there so infrequently that he'd never actually run across Xander on shift before. He wasn't sure whether Xander would be relieved or embarrassed to see him, but someone he knew might be able to help him out more than the random employees that looked like they wanted to be anywhere but there. But that voice...was something wrong with him? He couldn't say he'd ever heard Xander like that at all. And that had him nervous...maybe he was sick, or hurt? He wasn't sure what he could have gotten hurt on in a place like this, but stranger things had happened.

He entered into the fitting area, and the sound of strained breathing became clear to him, coming from the far right stall. Jake wasn't sure what, but he was more and more convinced something was up. He couldn't confirm yet if it was Xander, though...it had sounded like it, but people could sound similar to each other. Still, it was someone that sounded like they were in distress, so he approached the stall. "Hello? Are you all right?"

He heard a sharp intake of breath, and then an unmistakably familiar voice. "Jake?"

"Xander? Is that you?"

"Ngh...y-yeah..."

"Are you all right? It sounds like you're, uh..."

"I...annnngghhh..." Well, that was far from promising. "I...don't know if you can help me..."

"I want to try, if there's anything I can do..."

"I...I guess..." Xander sounded so hesitant, it was curious. The latch did eventually move into an open position, with the monitor having a fair bit of groaning and straining before he got to that point. Cautiously, Jake opened the door...he certainly wasn't prepared for what he saw.

Xander was sitting on the bench, pants off to the side. His face was tense, tight, with an expression of pain or discomfort. And he was sporting a pair of red erections, long and slightly on the thin side, ending in blunt and flat tips, and jutting from his crotch like angry fangs. An expert he was not, but Jake had the feeling that that was not a normal color for them. "Xander? What...what's going on?"

"Wish...I knew..." came the stressed and tight reply. "Same thing as the other times..."

"Other? Wait...this is what happens when you get boners?"

The monitor shook his head. "Not...every time. It's...maybe a few times a year, I'll get a...a regular hard-on, normal arousal, goes away pretty quickly. But...like...every third...fourth time, something...it'll be...un, like this, super...intense, painful...doesn't...happen as often as it used to...as a teen...but..."

"Fuckin' hell...you been to a doctor?"

"Yeah...several...they...don't know. And it...happens so rarely...can't really figure much out...could take...hours, or days to go back down, though...fucks with my sleep, can't concentrate on anything...ugh, why'd it have to happen at work?"

Jake didn't like the sound of that. Hours, even days? That sounded dangerous even if it wasn't for the weirdness of it. "Have you ever tried, uh...trying to...work off the erection? That...I don't know what's going on at all, but if it only happens during, uh, erections, maybe...maybe that'll help somehow?"

"I...don't really know how..."

Jake held in his shock. Someone who only got horny a couple times a year, and from the sound of it never actually did anything to 'take care of it,' might not actually really know how to masturbate, even if it was a fairly straightforward concept. But maybe it would help...he didn't really know for sure, but it wasn't like he had many other ideas. "Let me try to help you...if it gets worse, you can let me know and I'll stop right away."

Xander hesitated before giving a tense nod. Jake had to imagine that wasn't easy on him, beyond the raw experience of pain he almost certainly wasn't terribly at ease with being touched down there. There wasn't really much way he could make this less weird...he made sure that the stall was closed and locked behind him before moving to Xander's side, letting the monitor lean on him a little bit as he reached out and started to rub gently at the engorged right staff. He heard Xander give a sharp breath inward at the first strokes. "You okay?"

"F-fine..." Xander let out a hard open-mouthed breath, before slowly drawing in another. "Feels weird...sensitive...not all in the good ways...ngh, not all in bad, either, I guess..."

It sounded possibly promising...it would just be more painful if this were only causing problems, right? Even as he thought it Jake realized it was a pretty stupid thought, clearly he had no business trying to play doctor. He just had to hope that he wasn't way off base and causing Xander more issues. He kept his touch delicate, less than he would for a normal partner, trying to make sure he didn't squeeze or jerk, nothing that might be too much for the sensitive organs. "Do you feel tightness or anything? Like you can't, uh, get anything through when you're...like this?"

"No. It's...never been like that, thankfully...I don't have trouble, uh, urinating, or...ah...l-leaking, a bit..."

"Huh...do you...ever, uh...you know..." The hell was he getting shy about this stuff now? Maybe because it was Xander, or maybe because of the state he was in. "Have you ever ejaculated during this?"

"...Maybe?"

"Maybe?" That was something Jake thought someone would have to know. Of course, once again he was kicking himself moments later, when Xander actually responded.??

"Usually it...uh, it finally goes away after I knock myself out with something...I might...go off during the night, I can't really tell. It's all just wet and sticky to me, really..."

_Dammit, Jake, stop making stupid assumptions. Xander doesn't pay attention to this stuff. _ It was giving the wolf a feeling that maybe this was something that needed some kind of 'clearance' to go away, though...at least, there was a chance that it would work. He didn't know what kind of issue would cause that, it certainly wasn't as simple as blue balls, but right now he just needed to try to do something to help the monitor out. His hand continued to work over Xander's right dick, using the little bit of leaking fluid to try to make the process smoother. Xander still sounded pretty strained, keeping quiet but far from out of distress...Jake wasn't sure whether he was really having much effect at all. "Is it getting any better?"

"Not...really...the one you're, ah, rubbing feels a little better, but the other one's hurting worse now...feeling a bit tighter..."

Maybe because he was focusing on one and not the other...it might not have been getting worse, but feeling worse because of the relief on the one side. Or one might have been closing off to get the other open for use, most reptiles could use one or the other as or more easily as both...but tensing up might be counterproductive, he probably wanted to keep both clear here. That made enough sense to Jake, so he tried to get that treatment going on the monitor's left shaft, taking it easier to start with and trying to gauge Xander's response as to whether he was on target or not. Once again, things seemed to get a bit better at the start, and then he started to wince and groan more again after a minute. "No good...the first one's starting to ache a lot worse again..."

"Crud." Focusing on one wasn't really doing the trick. Jake had to reweigh his options. "You think if you took one of them that would help?"

"I...don't really know...it's always hurt if I ever touched while...in this state..."

It sounded weird to Jake that he couldn't get out of it what he was from Jake's hand, but he wasn't about to question what Xander knew about his own reactions to this. There could be any number of reasons. It removed the most convenient option, though...what was next? "I think...I think getting you release might help. I think it's possible something's, uh, happening when you're...not doing anything and it builds up or something."

Xander shifted a bit, grunting as he got a bit more upright. "Is that...normal?"

"I don't know. Honestly...I don't think I've ever heard of anyone who had as little, uh, activity as you, sexuality aside. But, I mean, you say it usually goes away overnight and there's, uh, wet and sticky...I don't know if it's just pre or full-on cream but it could be."

"Maybe..." Xander didn't sound entirely convinced, but... "I guess...it's worth trying. Don't have any real other ideas...mmph, but I sure as heck don't know how to get to that point when it hurts this bad..."

Jake wasn't sure either. Clearly he couldn't choose between one or the other without Xander being in too much pain to climax, but there was no way he was going to effectively jerk both of them - he couldn't even properly masturbate himself with his left hand, coordination was definitely an issue with him. And Xander's touch, for whatever reason, wasn't as effective with himself. The remaining options seemed pretty absurd... "Do you want to try to leave? Maybe we can sneak out..."

"Ngh...not...exactly. Boss is pissed at me already...if I walk out I don't come back. I'm on my break right now, supposed to be eating but it...was torturing me too bad."

"Shit. Please tell me this job doesn't mean THAT much to you..."

"Got an interview...Friday. Don't wanna burn my bridges before then. Nothing you can, uh, do, huh?"

Jake took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Not nothing...just probably not a good idea. But if it works...guh. Okay, fuck it, I'm gonna try it, but you tell me if it's really causing too much trouble."

"Ah...what are you...uh?" Xander's eyes opened wide as Jake fumbled with his pants fly, undoing it with a smoothness that belied his uncertainty. "You...you're gonna, uh, p-put it in me? You think-"

"No," Jake stated tensely as he dropped his pants and boxers, stepping out of them. "Going in you probably won't help anything, it's hard enough to get there when you're not dealing with an ache like that. Maybe if you were...experienced, but first time? No chance. Other way around - they're going in ME. Both get worked at the same time, so they don't...get blocked off at all. Probably the only thing I can do that might work."

"Ah...are you sure?"

"Not really...but I don't have any better ideas. I can't guarantee it'll work, but if anything's going to take care of both at once, it's this. But I'm only gonna do it if you want to try it, I'm not going to push you into it. It's your call."

He could see a fair bit of uncertainty in the lizard's eyes, and Jake could hardly blame him for that. This was definitely not the ideal time or place for something like this, but they didn't really have a lot of other choices. It came down to whether he wanted to try this for no guarantee of relief or wanted to try to endure it for the rest of the day and who knew how much longer after...but he'd done the latter before, he'd never done the former. Jake wasn't sure he'd be jumping at the idea in Xander's shoes...but eventually his friend gave a hesitant nod. "All right. Just...try to go, uh, easy on me..."

"I swear it." It wasn't all going to be for Xander's benefit, either. He slowly stepped up to the monitor, clambering over him to try to get situated in the best possible position - the options were fairly limited, he was going to have to do a bit of a ride. It ended up being sort of a straddle over Xander, giving him the leverage to move up and down and something to hold onto to keep his balance. All that remained was to try to get himself lined up...easier said than done, having to reach back and push the two together to get them close enough to act almost as one. The blunt ends didn't help much with that, a point would have been easier on the entry, but it wasn't like he could ask the lizard to swap them out. If that was even possible, he probably would have just dispensed with them altogether, anyway.

Xander helped to steady Jake as he brought himself to the brink. He wasn't really sure whether it was a better idea to ease his way in, or bite the bullet and push it...were it a different situation, there would be no question, but they had limited time and he wasn't sure how Xander would fare in either event. Which would be less problematic for his inflamed cocks? Would he balk if the strain got to be too much going slowly? Would he be in agony if he went too fast? Too many questions, not enough time to explore the answers. Jake decided on the band-aid approach and a whole lot of hope that he wasn't making a huge mistake. Steeling himself, he did his best to relax his rear enough to push his way down...after a couple of false starts, a shove got him down a couple inches, almost without him expecting it.

Immediately he was regretting it. That HURT! His ass was in no way ready for the thickness...he clenched his jaw, trying to keep from making noise. Below him, Xander had made a rather loud grunt, but he seemed to be hanging in there. "Ahn...that feels so weird...the pressure feels like it's helping a bit...a-are you okay?"

"I'll...be fine..." panted Jake tensely. He was trying to loosen up but it was NOT easy. At least he'd slickened them up a bit with his manual treatment, but his untrained rear wasn't ready for that paltry lubricant. He needed to hold himself in place for a bit to let himself try to get used to it...except he didn't really feel like he could.

"Are you sure? You don't look like you're, uh...feeling good about it," Xander said carefully. "Have you, uh, have you...ever taken two before?"

"Unf. I've never taken ONE before."

"You...what?"

"Don't...not now. Ungh, I'm committed now, let's just...get you in better shape." Jake started to rock up and down, working his ass to push deeper down onto those twins and help relieve them. It was still pretty rough, he felt plenty of ache and it got stronger whenever they breached deeper within him. He was starting out way beyond easy mode, that was for sure, and if this didn't work he was going to be pretty annoyed. Not at Xander, obviously, just at the situation in general.

He had to stop again once he pushed past another tough part deep inside him, getting a little over halfway down on Xander. His breaths were deep and ragged, the ache was a constant presence but thankfully not unbearable. But his thoughts weren't on himself. "Are you okay? Is this...helping at all?"

"I...I think so..." Xander didn't sound certain, but it was at least a sign that Jake wasn't making things worse. "Still...way too sensitive and it hurts some, but there's...there's some good feelings coming up over them, a little. Feels like I might be able to...you know. Maybe."

"Good. Ngh, let's...let's get you there, then." Once again Jake started up, trying to will away his own ache as he rose up and dragged down on Xander's cocks. He himself wasn't really getting very aroused, but that might have been a good thing, Xander still had his work shirt on and he was at risk of making a mess of it if he got hard, much less if he came. At most, the tip of his dick was poked a little out of his sheath, but he didn't think it was going to get much more than that unless this started to feel REALLY good. And he wasn't counting on that without a lot more time that he wasn't taking. He could feel a growing wetness under his tail and inside him, though, something that he hoped was indicating Xander was making progress. The lizard's groans had eased, at least, and he was making something that sounded a little more like moans of pleasure; his breathing, too, had gone from strained to more relaxed and a bit heavier. Seems like it's helping...just gotta try to keep up with it, and hope it doesn't get worse on my end...

At this point Jake wasn't trying to work him any deeper, though he was already pretty close to fully down on the dual dicks anyway. The ache wasn't as bad as it had been at the start, but he wasn't going to be sitting easy for a while, that was for sure...he was also getting quite tired with the constant up and down motion, and the fatigue was starting to show. It was a lot more of a workout than his usual role, even though it didn't seem like it should be. Ugh...the videos make this look so easy...am I doing something wrong? Probably, not like I really know what the heck I was getting myself into...

Jake was not at all prepared for what happened next - Xander suddenly gripped him and pulled him down, thumping him against the monitor's groin as he let out a forceful grunt. The wolf's jaw clenched again as his insides protested the sudden move, but more important was the sudden rush of wet heat in his bowels. He hadn't even realized Xander was that close, not that he really knew what to look for anyway...at least he could stay still now, which helped keep either the ache or the weariness from getting worse. He leaned over Xander, panting and groaning as he felt himself get filled up for the first time, an odd but not in itself unpleasant feeling.

After a bit, Xander tapped Jake's side. "I think...I'm, uh, done..."

Nodding, Jake lifted himself up off of Xander's cocks, a bit of a slick slurping sound as he removed them from him fully. The soreness wasn't going away quickly, but it was diminished a bit as the source of the stretch was taken away. He stumbled back a bit to let Xander have some space, wincing a bit as he grabbed a bit of toilet paper and rubbed his tender hole to clean it a bit. "Oof...that was...definitely a bit more than I was, uh, ready for."

"Are you okay?" Xander's voice was anxious, maybe a bit guilty.

"I think so..." A quick, surreptitious look at his wipe showed no blood at least, so Jake breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll be walking a bit funny...but I think that'll probably go away soon. Mm, I guess I'm more interested in how YOU are...that wasn't too much, was it?"

"...No, it was...okay." That didn't exactly sound like a glowing review of his first time catching, but Jake couldn't exactly say that was what he was going for. "Never stopped hurting entirely, but it felt...kinda good at points. Better than I thought, I guess. And...well, I think it helped some." It appeared to, at least, as the two cocks were shrinking and pulling back into Xander's slit. They still looked redder than Jake suspected they should, though.

"Are they..."

"Not quite. Still painful...they're pretty tender, I can feel some throbbing still. But it's not as bad as it was...tolerable, at least. Maybe it'll go away more, I guess I'll have to wait and see." He certainly sounded less overwhelmed, more relaxed than he had at first. "I guess I should be thanking you...uh, unorthodox as that was, it helped."

"Just glad I could help." Jake finished wiping himself up and stepped gingerly over to his pants. He stumbled a bit as he tried to get them on, Xander helping to catch him so he could stay upright. "Ah, thanks..."??

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be fine. Just gotta, ah, let it pass, I think."

"There's some pain relievers in the break room first aid kit. You want me to get you any?"

Jake shook his head. "Nah...those should probably be saved for you guys on the job. I'll take something when I get home...mmph, I think I'm gonna have to come back to do my shopping later."

"Tell me what you want, I'll get it for you after my shift's done, and it's on me," insisted Xander. "Least I can do for you."

Jake hesitated, but finally conceded. A replacement polo wasn't going to be too expensive and he wouldn't really have to worry about sizing issues unlike with some garments. And if he could avoid another shopping trip, all the better...his tailhole wasn't going to let him forget this for a while.

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"You...you did what?" Lyle really hadn't been prepared for it. He'd seen Jake walking very gingerly as he came in, and it had set off all sorts of alarm bells in his head. He'd confronted the wolf, insisting on getting the story...well, he was getting it, and he wasn't sure whether he was regretting it or not.

"I had, uh, sex with Xander in the bathroom at Haverly's. I know that's hard to believe, I still can't quite believe it myself."

"Wait...I thought he was asexual?"

"He is. He still is, I'd assume. It's...there was some physical issue. It's not a thing about attraction, he says he rarely gets aroused, but sometimes it has this...really unpleasant effect. I mainly just did it to see if it would give him some relief, and it worked. Kinda hurt on my end, though...wasn't as bad as I thought it could be, but, yeah, I would've, uh, started off more easily if I'd had my choice..."

It was quite confusing to Lyle, who hadn't really expected what he was hearing. Least of all, the way it must have happened if he was walking that funny. "But...you...I thought...er...you know...you didn't...uh..."

"...That I was a pure top?"

The fox's averted gaze was as good an indicator of his blush as anything. "...Well, I mean, it's not like I think about that stuff constantly, but the way you've acted in the time I've known you just, well, suggested that to me..."

Jake shook his head. "No, I get it, the way I talked probably made it clear enough. But yeah, it was my first time ever taking it from someone. I, uh, might've overdone it a little...more than might've. But it worked, so...yeah, no regrets...well, not anything I'd take back, considering, but I'm definitely not gonna leap in like that next time, if there is a next time. Ngh, right now I just need a bit of pain relief and to lay down for a bit."

"Oh, yeah! Jeez, sorry, I shouldn't have held you up...you sure you're okay to get upstairs?"

"I'll be fine...isn't as bad as it was right after, I'm just glad it wasn't a far drive. Thanks, though...I, uh, I appreciate your concern, don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

Even though he said that, Lyle still watched him as he headed up the stairs on somewhat unsteady legs. Only when he was in his bathroom did the fox relax a bit and settle down. It was all so bizarre to hear...Xander had so little interest in that stuff that Lyle couldn't even imagine him doing it, regardless of the reason. It had him wondering if something had changed in him...was he still going to be the same after this? Was it going to trigger something else?

It brought about a mix of emotion that Lyle struggled to process. Especially the one that snuck up on him: envy.

Why...why do I wish it I'd been the one with Jake instead? That's...I've never really wanted to 'be' with someone like that...it's always terrified me, I just...I never wanted to take that risk. But...I think about it, and...the thought of them...I...

Lyle shook his head hard, trying to cast that away. It was one thing to feel, another to have an urge to act on them...this went beyond his previous lust. And he wasn't sure how to think about it or deal with it. Too confusing...well, no, maybe confusing was the wrong word. He wasn't unsure what he wanted, it was clear enough...just, what could he do about it? He wasn't sure, and without being sure, he couldn't do anything except stay quiet and not let on what his thoughts were. Not until he'd figured out what to make of them.

I hope that's soon...I don't know if I can hold myself back. I'm so desperate for something...what happens if it gets to be too much? What happens if I lose control? That's all I've ever had...

No answers were coming to him. He wondered if they ever would.