Stargazing
#1 of Stargazing
Stargazing
Hey furs, this is just a side project while I work on my other big story, which is coming along at a good pace, but I just want a break from it for a bit. It feels like I'm writing a novel with how long this story is, I haven't gotten very far yet, but I'm most likely splitting this up into different sections.
Disclaimer: This story contains M/M content including underage furs (under 18 years of age), including acts of sex, if you are offended by this material, or are not of age to view such content, then please don't read on, if you are of age and don't take offense to this material, then be my guest. All characters in this story are mine, and should not be used without permission by me.
Like any other night, everyone in the neighborhood was either asleep, inside their houses, watching some football game on their TV's or out for a night on the town. While everyone was busy with their own tasks, one fox was lying on his roof, escaping the world and his parents.
Feeling quite safe surrounded by warmth and light, and above all, the quiet peacefulness of the night, the fox looked at the stars, fleeting thoughts running through his head. The fox, named Lance, yawned, "I guess it's time to get to sleep now..." He said, wishing he could just lie there until the end of time.
Lance slipped back into his room, hearing the shouts from below; he remembered why he had run to the roof so much earlier tonight. His parents were having a shouting match over some pointless thing, it had started at dinner and he just couldn't handle it, he had shoved himself back, put his plate in the dishwasher and left without a word.
He couldn't see how two people could seem to hate each other so much, but still say 'I love you' every morning when they went to work, it just didn't seem natural. Lance brushed the thought away and started to drift into his dreams, and smiled, at least here his life wasn't hell.
The dreams never lasted, and Lance eventually rolled over, and turned the alarm at his bedside off, knowing it would go off when he was in the shower, seeing as he was up 10 minutes earlier than he had anticipated. Lance threw the covers off, went to his dresser, grabbed some clothes for the day and a fresh towel, and was off to the bathroom.
Lance turned the hot water knob to the usual spot, and looked himself over in the mirror; his silvery-white fur was a mess, clumps standing out in all directions, his hazel eyes had small bags under them, he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up, and not look like a zombie. He turned, and stuck his hand in the cascading water, and felt it was warm now. Lance stripped his boxers and walked into the flowing water, letting it mat his fur down. He let out a sigh as he felt his muscles relax under the heat of the water.
Once his fur was soaked, he grabbed the bottle of shampoo, and started to lather his body, and massaging some of the still-tense muscles. Once he was done, he rinsed off the soap, and grabbed the conditioner, going through the same process. After he rinsed off the conditioner, he let the water flow over his body a little while longer, and reluctantly shut the shower off, leaving hot water for the rest of the family.
Lance reached around the corner, feeling for the towel he had left on the hangar, and remembered he hadn't hung it up, and had left it with his clothes. He kicked himself mentally for forgetting such a simple thing, and opened the curtain, when he opened it, the colder air outside of the shower washed over him, stealing all of the warmth of the shower away. Lance spotted his towel, and grabbed it, slamming the curtains shut, but the damage was done, and Lance was left shivering slightly at the penetrating cold air.
After he dried off, Lance stepped out, and grabbed his clothes he had taken with him. He got dressed, not wanting to waste any time, and stepped out of the bathroom, boxers and towel in hand. He walked back to his room, draped the towel over his seat by the computer, letting it dry out before his next shower. With that, he went down the stairs into the kitchen, and made himself scrambled eggs for breakfast.
He finished the eggs, and looked on the refrigerator at the date. When he saw that there wasn't school that day he mentally kicked himself again, no wonder his parents still weren't up, they must have had the day off too. To hell with it, I'll just leave a note and get out of here, Lance thought, grabbing a pencil, paper, and a plate for his eggs. He grabbed a glass of milk, and shoveled the eggs down, putting the plate in the dishwasher, and writing his note.
With that done, he grabbed a sweatshirt and his wallet from his room and went into the town. He walked to a coffee shop, and ordered a coffee to fully wake himself up. He didn't linger at the shop though, finding it more interesting to go to the mall instead. He walked down the streets, amused at all of the people rushing around like what they were going to was the most important thing in the world.
When Lance stepped in the mall, it was warmer than it had been outside, but not so hot that he had to take off his sweatshirt. He slowly walked past stores, peering inside some, not quite looking for anything, but seeing if anything caught his eye. When he reached a clothing store, nothing caught his eye at first, until he noticed one of the furs inside. The sleek black fur of the cat sorting through clothes in the shop, along with the long, skinny tail enticed him, he walked in the store, pretending to sort through clothes as well, sneaking peaks at the mysterious cat.
Lance had known he wasn't quite straight, never feeling the thrill of looking at a female's body that some of his friends did, he figured he must be bi, but he still never got any feelings when he looked at males either, but when he looked at this cat, something about him took Lances breath away, and he couldn't help but stare at the male. When the cat glanced up at him, he averted his gaze, making it look like he was looking at the shirts in front of the cat, Lance was sure that the cat knew he had been staring, but he showed no signs of it.
When he saw the cat was going into the dressing room to try something on, he started to actually look at the shirt, wanting to actually get something so it didn't look like he had only come in to stare at the cat, although it was what he had done. He saw a few shirts he really did like, and grabbed a pair of pants, while he was grabbing the pants; the cat walked back out, and went right next to Lance.
"You're pretty cute, wanna hang out?" The cat said, looking at him expectantly, and giving a small smile.
Lance blushed, so he had been caught, "With a hot cat like you? Of course I would."
The cat snickered, "Well let me grab my stuff and we can go grab something to eat. At the mention of food, Lance's stomach groaned, apparently he had been in the mall longer than he realized. Lance watched the cat walk back to the dressing room, the cat's tail swayed high in the air as he walked, Lance frowned; he knew that he was being teased.
When the cat walked back, Lance was at the register buying the things he had picked out. He waited for the cat, and they walked out the door, "So you really weren't there to just stare at me until I left..." the cat teased.
"Actually..." Lance said, blushing, and leaving the rest of the sentence to the cat. The cat just snickered, and walked along with Lance.
"So what's your name hot stuff?" The cat asked, not relenting on the teasing one bit.
"Lance, what about you?" Lance asked, ignoring the cat's teasing.
"My name's Drake, nice to meet ya" Drake said, "If you don't have anywhere to go in mind, I know this great place that's really close."
"Lead the way, I can't think of anywhere to go." Lance said.
Drake smiled, and then led Lance out of the mall and into a small Chinese restaurant that Lance had never seen before. The restaurant was almost empty, save for two couples sitting at the far end of the room.
The receptionist led them to a seat, and said their waitress would be there in a minute. The two sat on the same side of the booth, and Drake was inching closer to Lance.
"So, Lance, you look like somebody I've seen before, do you go to Deerston High?" Drake asked, studying Lance's face closely.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah I do, do you go there too?" Lance asked, hoping Drake did.
"Yep, this is my senior year, and then I'm going to college for programming." Drake said, "How about you, you planning on going to college?"
"Yeah, I'm planning on going to the university for programming video games in Colorado, you have any plans?"
"Wait, do you mean Hauteski? In the mountains?" Drake asked, suddenly quite interested.
"Yeah, you know it?"
"Know it, that's where I'm going, I got accepted last month." Drake said, grinning.
Lance grinned too, "I got accepted a few weeks ago, that's pretty crazy."
Drake was about to respond, when he saw the waitress walking to their table, "Do you know what you will be ordering?" the lioness asked, pulling out a notepad and pen.
"Yeah, I'll have the shrimp Chow Mein." Drake said, looking at Lance.
"I'll have that as well." He said, even though he had no clue what it was, because he hadn't even opened the menu.
"And what would you like to drink?" She asked.
"Just water" the two said in unison.
She stopped scribbling on the notepad, and put it away, "Your food will be here soon." And with that she walked back to the kitchen to give the chefs the order.
Drake and Lance started talking about college, and programming until the food arrived. The two ate and talked at the same time, enjoying each others company.
Once they had finished, Lance said, "That was great, I should come here more often."
"Yeah, I always love coming here, and it's pretty cheap too, compared to the other Chinese places I've been to." Drake said.
A few minutes later, the waitress came back, set the bill on the table, and picked up the plates.
Drake and Lance split the bill in half, each paying for their own food, and a bit of the tip for the waitress. When the waitress came back and picked up the bill, the two went back into the streets.
"So do you have plans for the weekend, or do you want to hang out at my house?" Drake asked.
Lance realized that tomorrow was Saturday, "I'd love to hang out at your house." He said, letting Drake lead the way back to his house.
When Drake opened the door, Lance walked in, saying 'thanks' to Drake for holding the door for him. The two went into the kitchen, and Drake pulled two sodas from the refrigerator, handing one to Lance. Drake noticed a slip of paper on the counter, and picked it up.
"Looks like we'll be alone for the weekend, parents went out to some wine festival in another state." Drake said, "Now what could we possibly do to pass all of this time?" he asked, giving Lance a seductive look.
Lance blushed; Drake sure did know how to get straight to the point, not that Lance was complaining. Instead of respond with words, Lance pulled Drake into a kiss, Lance wrapped his arms around Drake, and Drake did the same. When he felt Drake's tongue prodding at his lips, he opened his mouth, and twisted his muzzle to deepen the kiss. The furs tongues danced passionately as well as lustfully. Unfortunately, the two needed to breathe, so they reluctantly pulled their muzzles away from each other, although the two kept their embrace, each relishing the warmth of the other.
For once, Drake was at a loss of words, the kiss had left him speechless, and stunned. Lance, however, knew what he wanted, slowly pulling Drake toward the couch. Drake finally snapped back to reality, and grinned.
"Why don't we take this to a more comfortable place than the couch?"
"Lead the way, kitten." Lance said.
Drake blushed, although his black fur kept Lance from seeing it. He walked over to the stairs, Lance following, and went up. Once they got up the stairs, Drake turned to his left, and opened a door, behind it was Drake's bedroom, there were programming books scattered around the room, and the bed was messy and un-made, not that it would matter considering what the two were planning on doing.
Drake didn't waste any time, he stripped his shirt before he even reached the side of the bed. Lance quickly shed his shirt, and started to fumble with the button, Why is it so damn hard to undo this thing now_of all times...?_ Lance thought, then he finally got it undone, and pulled the zipper down, and shed his boxers and jeans in one swift motion. When he looked back up, Drake was already lying on the bed, body turned toward Lance, completely naked, with his member pointing at Lance.
Lance blushed, finding it quite difficult to tear his gaze away from the piece of flesh that wasn't covered in fur. He inched closer to the bed, suddenly feeling quite self-conscious, as well as nervous. If drake saw, he didn't show any signs of it, he was staring at Lance's member, everything else seemed trivial in Drakes mind, other than doing one thing. Lance propped himself on his elbows next to Drake, waiting for him to make a move.
Lance didn't have to wait long, Drake positioned himself over Lance's member, and started to lick it, every once in a while, he would go down to the base, and lick up the entire length, trying to get the fox's knot out of it's hiding place in Lance's sheath. The sandpaper-like tongue running over his member made Lance's heart skip a beat, it felt amazing, and had Lance panting at the stimulation. Drake didn't have to wait a long time for Lance's Knot to come out, the stimulation was much more than Lance was used to.
When Lance's knot popped out of his sheath, Drake made one last lick from the base to the tip of the foxcock, and speared his lips with it, Drake started to suck Lance's member furiously, determined to make him cum. Lance was moaning and panting from the waves of pleasure that hit him as Drake sucked his member. Drake purred, happy that he was pleasuring Lance so much. The purring only added to Lance's stimulation, and made his balls start to pull up.
"Drake... I'm gonna cum!" he managed to say in-between his pants and moans. Drake doubled his efforts, trying desperately to get Lance to shoot his load. Lance yipped and moaned in pleasure, and dropped flat on the bed, his elbows giving out under him as his orgasm hit him. Wave after wave of cum spurted out of Lance's member into Drake's mouth, Drake couldn't keep up with the amount of cum, and pulled off, the last few squirts of cum hitting him on the muzzle, painting his black fur white.
Lance panted, and pushed himself up, "That... was great..." He said.
Drake nodded, eyeing his next target already. Lance saw the look on Drake's face, and laughed, "Just... give me a minute... to recharge..." he said, still panting heavily.
After a few minutes, Lance stopped panting, regaining his energy after his huge orgasm. Drake was eyeing Lance's tailhole the entire time, and Drake's cock was throbbing, screaming at him to go over to Lance and fuck him. Lance finally gave a tiny nod, and sat up more, letting Drake know that he was ready.
Drake pulled a small bottle of lube out from under the mattress of his bed, pouring some onto his hand, and then poking at Lance's tailhole, rubbing the lube in, and then penetrating the virgin ring, slickening up the entrance. Once Drake felt that Lance's tailhole was well lubed, he poured a generous amount onto his own member, and started to stroke it, spreading the lube around so it would go smoothly.
Drake looked at Lance, asking if he wanted to do this with his eyes, Lance gave a small nod, urging Drake to start. Drake cleared his throat, "If we're going to start, you kind of need to get on all fours...." He said. Lance rolled over, and got on his hands and knees, and raised his tail, trying his best to relax, trying to make this easy on Drake and himself.
Drake directed his member to the hole, and rested it on the entrance, "Ready?" he asked, "Yeah, just screw me already" Lance said, trying to lighten the mood. Drake smirked, and slowly thrust in. The initial heat, tightness and pleasure of entering made Drake freeze, it felt amazing, tightly, but gently caressing his member's tip, the warmth of the tailhole rivaled his member's warmth, and it sent a jolt of electric pleasure up Drake's spine.
Once Drake got over the initial pleasure, he slowly sunk more and more of his member in, taking care to go slowly and listen for any pain Lance might be experiencing. Lance gave a sudden yip, and Drake stopped his entry, noticing he was already almost hilted fully. Lance had been able to take the small pinch-like pain of the entry, and when Drake's member started to be thrust in, it wasn't too bad, the pleasure matched the pain, until Drake hit a spot that sent a huge jolt of pain and pleasure that he wasn't expecting, it made him give out a yip that sounded more painful than it really was, it had, in fact, felt more pleasurable than painful, but it had caught him by complete surprise.
"You okay?" Drake asked, concerned that he may have hurt Lance.
"Yeah, why did you stop?" Lance asked, honestly curious, "That felt amazing."
Drake was confused, until he realized he must have hit Lance's prostate, and it had just caught the fox off guard. Feeling reassured, he started his thrusting again, this time, making it all the way to the hilt. Once Drake hilted Lance, he stopped his motion, letting Lance adjust to his member.
Lance looked back at Drake, giving him a nod to let him know he could start. As Drake pulled out, Lance felt the pressure on his prostate disappear, and whimpered quietly. Drake was too caught up in the pleasure jolts running up and down his spine to hear Lance's whimper. Once Drake had pulled out almost all the way, he thrust back in slowly, hilting, and pulling back as soon as their hips met. Drake leaned down, putting his hands next to Lance's, and resting his stomach on Lance's back.
Drake started to thrust in and out smoothly, and with increasing speed and force, which only caused Lance to moan louder and louder. Drake's thrusts were soon composed of pulling back, and slamming back in, feeling overwhelmed by pleasure. Soon he began to wildly thrust in and out, letting his animal instincts take control. Just as Drake was about to cum, Lance's tailhole suddenly clamped down on his member, and Lance came for the second time, the pleasure from Drake's member brutally ramming into his prostate had been too much for him.
With Lance's tailhole clamping down on his cock, Drake gave one final thrust, and came, giving a long moan of pleasure as his orgasm hit him. Drake brought his arms up from the bed, laying all of his weight on Lance, and hugged him tightly while he rode out his orgasm.
Once Drake's spurts died down, he pulled out slowly, and rolled sideways, still embracing Lance, and pulling him down onto his side as well. The two were panting too much for either to say anything, but no words needed to be said, they were both thinking the same thing, that was amazing.
Lance turned around and snaked an arm under Drake, and hugged him, then pulled his head back, and kissed him. The two lay there in bliss, without a care in the world. Then, when the two regained enough energy, they walked to the bathroom, and hopped in the shower, cleaning themselves of the musk and cum that drenched their bodies.
Once they had dried off, Lance spoke up, "Want to stargaze with me?" He asked Drake.
"Anything, as long as it's with you." Drake said.
Lance smiled, and went up the stairs, and out a window, onto the roof of Drake's house, "Lance, are you sure this is safe?" Drake asked, trying to see Lance in the dark night.
"Yeah, your roof flattens out enough to lay down, so it's fine." He called back. Drake climbed out of the window, and cautiously made his way up to Lance. Lance was lying on his back, with his head resting on his hands.
Drake sat down next to Lance, still feeling a bit unsafe, "Are you sure about this?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's fine, and what's life without a bit of risk for what you love?" Lance asked, looking at Drake. Drake felt more at ease with Lance's confidence, and he lay down.
"So you must really like stargazing to come up here and do this." Drake said, half asking a question, half making a statement.
"Yeah, I do this every night at home; I love just staring at the stars."
"Why's that?" Drake asked.
"Well, it just gives me reassurance, you know?"
"Not really."
"Well, I think of it like this, no matter how black a night is, there's always going to be at least one star shining bright in the dark sky." Lance said, "It just makes me think, no matter how dark things seem in life, there'll always be a bright spot somewhere."
Drake smiled, the way Lance thought about it, it was reassuring, and beautiful, "Lance, I love you."
Lance smiled, "I love you too."
"I see what you mean, about there always being a bright spot in life, no matter how dark it gets, I guess you're my bright spot, Lance."
"I know you're mine." Lance said, and then he got on his hands and knees, and crawled over to drake, standing over him, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back and smiling at Drake. Somehow, this felt ten times more intimate than when they had made love, and Lance was enjoying every second of it.
D'aww what a cute ending, I did all of this today, and now I'm starting to form ideas for my other story I'm making, I just found out that I actually do need to go to work tomorrow, but I'll try to get some work done if I can. Also, seeing as I did write all of this today, please, if you catch any grammar errors/spelling errors, please tell me so I can fix it!
I hope you enjoyed reading the story, and as always, thanks for reading, fav'ing, watching, and everything else you furs do. Keep your eyes peeled for my next story.