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Hi! Here is the next chapter of Weeds! This is an adult story with adult, homosexual themes. If you are underage, stop reading, or the eyelid fairy with come at night and steal your left eyelid, making it look like you're always giving someone the stink eye. And everyone will know your shame. "Look mommy," some little brat will say, "That person read one of Miqmah's stories without being of age, and not they're scared from life." And the brats mother will say "Now, little Jimmy, we don't point at the ugly, mutilated masturbator. We throw potatoes at them." So, don't read this if you're 17 or under. Also, my story, my characters; don't steal them, or that potato's going someplace you don't want it. Now, enjoy!

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Weeds

Chapter 3 - A bump in the night

The family ate quietly around the table, their faces lit up by the glow of a kerosene lamp in the middle of them. The electricity had not yet returned, and neither had Jack. But the grumbling stomachs of the tired bodies made the decision to have dinner without him.

It was late into the evening, well past nine, according to Jason's cell phone as he pulled it from his pocket and lit up the room momentarily with the bright screen. He slid it back into his jeans and returned his attention to the half eaten tub of cottage cheese in front of him.

"Power outage dinners are always interesting," Sammy said, swirling a jar holding one last, lonely pickle.

Jason looked over the piles of empty perishable food container in front of him and tapped the side of the cottage cheese bucket. "It's definitely a new experience for me. I don't think our power was ever out for more than maybe two hours back home."

"It can be out for days here," Sally said, picking at a box of strawberries. "Hopefully Sammy can get the generator running when it's light enough tomorrow. Otherwise, we eat what's left in the freezer."

Sammy nodded and laughed as she ate the last of her pickle.

Jason looked over at Ham, who was eating slices of some sort of lunch meat folded over a piece of cheese. When Ham noticed he was being watched, he smiled awkwardly and stuffed the rest in his mouth.

"So, no word from Jack?" Jason said looking over at Sally.

"Afraid not. It probably means the Anderson's had a lot of damage, poor dears." Sally looked over out the window, which was just as dark as the rest of the house. "Although I'm not sure what they could still be doing out there without light."

"They just got that new big generator last month, remember?" Sammy said. "They probably have enough light over there to still work."

"Oh, that's right. Probably the only fortunate thing for them tonight."

Becky tossed the empty cheese bag back onto the table. "Anything left to eat?"

Sally looked over the table, moving a few empty containers around. "Doesn't look like it sweetie. Unless you want this jar of garlic?"

Becky giggled and shook her head.

"Well then, unless someone else wants it, looks like we're done here." She stood up and walked over to the trashcan and slid it over. They threw away everything and stood in the flickering glow of the lamp. Becky yawned.

"I think it's time for bed for little foxes," Sammy said, grabbing Becky's paw then leading her to the stairs with little protest.

Ham yawned.

"You boys going to turn in too?" Sally said.

Jason nodded. "I think so. Not much else to do without power."

"I'm going to stay up a bit more and see if Jack comes home," Sally said, picking up the lamp and moving it into the living room.

Jason and Ham nodded and started up towards the room. The challenge of the stairs proved difficult for the fox in the dark as he stumbled up the creaky steps. Ham followed swiftly behind, ready to catch Jason if he fell.

The rabbit bumped into the fox as they reached the top of the stairs. Ham could just make out Jason reaching out in the darkness to feel for the wall as he began to move. The fox's shuffling steps were slow and awkward as the rabbit walked past him, grabbing his wrist and leading Jason easily into the doorway.

"How can you see so well?" Jason asked as he felt the bed bump against his shins.

"I can't. I just know it really well," Ham said, closing the door behind them.

"That makes sense." Jason leaned forward and felt for the bed as he sat down.

Ham pulled out a flashlight from his pocket and turned it on.

"You had that the whole time?" Jason asked as he watched the rabbit set it down on the dresser.

"Yeah," Ham said, giving a shrug. "I didn't think you'd have such a hard time."

Jason rolled his eyes and laid back on the bed. He heard Ham lay down on the other bed as well. The fox studied the ringed light on the ceiling.

"Are you tired?" Jason asked, looking over at Ham.

"Kinda," he said, looking over too. "Why?"

"I just don't feel like going to bed right now."

Ham yawned. "Well, what do you want to do?"

"I dunno. Wanna..." Jason was cut off as they heard voices in the hallway.

"The whole barn?" Sally's voice said.

"Yep. Gone." Jack must have just gotten home.

"Oh dear. How's Emily?"

"Quiet."

"That's not like her. What are they going to do?"

"Hope the insurance covers it."

"They didn't buy that awful stuff that snake oil's salesman was trying to get us to buy a few months ago, did they?"

Jack must have nodded because Sally sighed. The voices became too muffled to hear when they shut the bedroom door.

Jason looked back over the Ham and was about to speak, when Ham held a finger to his lips telling him to be quiet.

The muffled voices stopped.

Ham sat up and whispered to Jason, "Want to get out of here?"

Jason nodded and watched the rabbit slip out of bed and turn off the flashlight. The room got dark. Jason jumped in his bed when he heard Ham's voice in his ear.

"Sorry!" Ham said, grabbing onto the started fox.

"It's ok, you're just quiet," Jason said, feeling his heart pump in his chest.

"Now, let your eyes adjust to the light a little and we'll head out."

Jason nodded. He felt Ham sit down next to him on the bed. He could make out the silhouette against the window of the fuzzy shoulder of the rabbit. He was very close.

The quiet of the house was deafening. The windows were all still shut since the storm had cooled the air off, and the only noise was their breath.

Jason's ear twitched as he sensed how close the rabbit's head was to his own. He was frozen, not sure how to respond. He could barely see the rabbit's paw nervously clutching, clearly just as unsure what to do.

Jason could feel the warmth of the rabbit's breath on his cheek, but with a creak of the mattress, it was gone. He heard Ham's knuckle crack as he squeezed his fist tightly. The fox shifted too, leaning slightly away from the rabbit. He noticed that his palms were a little sweaty as he wiped them on his jeans. His mind raced, trying to figure out how to defuse the tension building in the room.

"So, where are we going?" Jason spurted out in a whisper.

"Outside," Ham said, still clutching his fist. "I don't know where yet. We'll figure that out when we get there."

Jason nodded, inadvertently showing Ham how visible things in the room were becoming, making the rabbit attempt to smoothly transition his clenched fist into a rub down his jean leg.

"Well, shall we go?" Ham said, getting up from the bed.

Jason stood up and followed the rabbit.

"Now," Ham said, whispering to Jason as they reached the door. "You need to follow my steps exactly, ok?"

Jason nodded.

Ham slowly twisted the door handle and opened the door just enough for them to slip through. As they got into the hallway, it was even darker than the room, and Jason had to really focus on where Ham was standing. The rabbit carefully stepped on the wooden floor near the wall, and took another step further down, looking back at Jason to make sure he was following. The second Ham lifted his foot off the floor, it was replaced by the fox's.

They worked their way down the hallway completely silently. Jason was impressed that Ham had figured out how to slip past the normally squeaky wooden floor. As they got to the stairs, Ham whispered "Walk down the side, but avoid the second to last step, ok?"

Jason nodded as he watched the rabbit swiftly move down the steps. He awkwardly followed, making sure to take the wide leap down past the last two steps, just to be careful. He walked up close behind the rabbit.

"Ok, so we don't have to be as quiet now, but we still need to be quiet," Ham whispered as he tiptoed down the hall to the kitchen.

Jason followed, and they quietly slipped past the kitchen door and out onto the patio.

"Ok, now we just have to make it over there," Ham said, pointing to the large building where the tractors are held, "without being seen." He pointed upwards to the window of Jack and Sally's room. "Pa isn't above shooting first and asking questions later, so just don't look too suspicious if we are seen.

"Be sneaky but not suspicious... got it," Jason said as he followed Ham, who was walking with a light foot towards the building. He looked up at the stars above them and almost lost focus of where he was going. They quickly reached the side of the building and hid behind it.

"Well, here we are," Ham said, finally in a normal voice.

"Sweet," Jason said, looking around in the darkness then back up at the star filled sky.

"That was a lot easier now that the lights are off. Usually I have to walk around towards the corn field to avoid being too visible."

"You do this often?" Jason asked.

Ham shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." He looked over towards where the house is. "Not much privacy in there at night, so I like to escape some times."

"What do you do out here?" Jason said, taking a few steps farther down the side of the barn.

"I... uhh..." Ham said nervously.

Jason turned with a smirk on his face. "You fap, don't you." He could tell the rabbit was blushing even without seeing it. "Ha, I knew it!" Jason turned back towards the dark field of corn. "Actually..." he said, "that's kind of a good idea." He looked over to Ham. "It's been days. Do you mind?"

Ham swallowed hard. "Uhh... n-no... go right ahead."

"Well, not here, of course," Jason said, laughing. "Where do you normally do it?"

Ham slid a paw into his pocket to shift his erection. "A ways away from here." He pulled his paw back out smoothly, hoping it was dark enough to hide it all. "You know, so there is no chance of getting caught."

"Well, lead on then!" Jason said, chuckling.

Ham nervously chuckled too and started walking around the building and out past the barn. Jason followed behind as they walked along a wire fence that ran along some rough ground. Ham pointed out the mud puddles which they avoided. Jason stumbled over a few things that Ham had learned to step over by memory, which always started a series of cuss words from the fox, and a few apologies from the rabbit.

"You know," Jason said as he looked around into the fields around them. "I just got to say that I'm getting really horny just thinking about jerking it. I don't think I've gone this long before."

Ham gave a nervous chuckle, feeling his erection slide in his tight jean leg with ever step.

"Like, my nuts ache so bad, you have no idea. They have to be twice the size they normally are because they're so full. I might have to bust twice."

"On my face," Ham said quietly enough so only he could hear it.

"I might even need some help," Jason laughed. "It's going to be a big job."

Ham stared wide eyed in front of him but still managed to trip over a broken piece of old fence. He looked back towards the fox.

"Gahh," Jason said, who was gripping his crotch as he walked. "Like seriously, I'm tempted to just whip it out right here."

Ham felt his cock twitch and he bit his lip and turned away. "We're almost there." Ham could see the spot ahead of them, and he walked a little quicker.

By the time they reached the small patch of trees between two fields, their eyes had fully adjusted to the night sky, and the moon had come out past the clouds, so they weren't having much difficulty avoiding rocks and roots.

"Well, this is nice," Jason said, looking around at the grove of tall aspens. The light breeze made the leaves shake.

"I've only been in it a few times during the day, but it's just as nice then." Ham rubbed the trunk of one of the trees. "Pa doesn't like it when I hang out here when we're out in the field working."

Jason looked down at the grass and leaves covering the ground. "So, who's going to go first?"

"First?"

"Well, yeah. We aren't going to go at the same time, are we?"

"Well... we could," Ham said, feeling his body tense wondering if he had gone too far, then wondering if Jason was serious about the offer of wanting help from earlier.

"I guess I've never done it with another guy next to me." He looked around the grove. "Then again, I've never done it outside before either." He rubbed his crotch again. "Might as well go for it. Lead away!"

Ham bit his lip again, knowing where this was leading.

"So," Jason said, looking back down at the ground and kicking a twig. "How do you normally go about doing this?"

"Umm..." Ham said. "Well... It's kind of embarrassing..." He looked at the fox in the pale moonlight. "But I usually get naked. Less worry about mess like that. Plus it feels nice."

"Oh. Well... that makes sense." Jason knelt down and started untying his shoes.

Ham joined him, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He'd never been naked outside before, and he was surprised how easily Jason was playing along. They kicked off their boots and shimmied out of their pants. Ham's white boxers stood out strongly compared to Jason's dark blue boxer briefs.

"Ham," Jason said as they stood in their underwear straining against their erections. Ham tried hard to see where the fox's eyes were looking, but it was too dark. "Remember how I said I wasn't gay before?"

Ham's ears perked up. "Yeah."

"Well, just keep that in mind," he said. "I don't want this getting too awkward, ok?"

Ham's ears lowered again. "Ok."

Jason pulled down his boxers and kicked them off. Ham did the same.

"Fuck," Jason said. "That thing is huge."

Ham looked down at his cock, and then at the fox's. He was roughly twice the size of Jason. Ham kept his eyes on Jason's cock, which was thicker than he had pictured in his mind.

Jason's paw covered himself up. "I'm not so sure I want to do this anymore," he laughed. "I've already lost the contest." He looked up at Ham. "Hey, eye's up here."

Ham realized he was staring and looked back up at Jason's face. "Sorry."

"It's ok," Jason said laughing. "I know I'm damn sexy." He slid a paw up his chest seductively and laughed, still covering up. "But yeah dude, that thing is a monster. I'm definitely feeling some envy over here."

Ham looked down at his cock again. "I still like yours though."

Jason pulled his paws away and looked down. "Like I said, no one's ever complained. Bet you wouldn't either. You know... if you had me." He gave a little wag of his hard cock which slapped his hips. He looked back up and felt Ham's lips press against his. The shear shock of it made him freeze. He felt a paw wrap around his cock gently.

Jason pulled away from the kiss. "Uhh..." He looked at Ham who looks just as surprised as he did.

Ham felt the cock pulse in his paw, and he snapped back. "Oh god..." he pulled his paw away and turned around. "Sorry!"

Jason just stood there, mouth open. "I... I didn't... think you'd actually do it." He said slowly trying to figure out what just happened.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Ham said, clenching his fist tightly.

"I... uhh..." Jason said. "Wow. Guess I shouldn't have teased. Sorry dude. I was just trying to have a little fun."

Ham felt a tear roll down his cheek. "Sorry." He reached down and grabbed his pants and stood back up without turning around. "Sorry," he said his voice cracking as he started walking.

Jason watched as Ham disappeared into the darkness past the trees. "Shit," he said to himself. "Fucking idiot." He quickly pulled on his clothes and tied up his boots and ran after the rabbit.

Jason found Ham sitting down next to the fence about thirty feet away, still naked. He stood a ways away and watched. He was crying again. Jason walked up and sat down. Ham turned away from him.

"I didn't think..." Jason said, fully realizing how much of an ass he seemed right now. "I'm sorry."

"Fuck off," he heard muffled from the rabbit.

"I deserve that."

They sat there for a while in the darkness. The crickets and a few active birds made noises around them as the gentle breeze blew past. Ham sniffled.

"You know," Jason said. "I'm..."

"Why are you still here?" Ham said, raising his head enough to be clearly heard.

"Where else would I go?"

"To hell," Ham said coldly.

"That is an option, I guess, but..." Jason said, reaching out and putting a paw on Ham's shoulder.

Ham swung around and hit Jason's arm hard, making the fox yelp in surprise.

The rabbit was furious as he stood up, grabbing his clothes and walking away.

Jason hopped up and followed after him. "Ham..." Something hard hit him in the face and he fell to the ground. He looked at the boot and made sure his jaw wasn't broken. "Ham!"

"GO FUCK YOURSELF!" Ham yelled as he continued storming away, scaring a flock of birds in the field, making them scatter to the sky. "And good luck getting back into the house, asshole."

The fox stood up and found himself alone in the dark. He rubbed the side of his face knowing it would be swollen in the morning. He picked up the boot and started walking along the fence.

As he reached the cluster of buildings, he knew he was going to have a hard time getting back into the house undetected without Ham's help. He walked around the tractor building, and peered over at the house. It was quiet and still. He quickly walked to the patio, keeping a solid eye on Jack's window. He sighed as he reached the wooden steps.

He quickly walked up to the back door and turned the handle.

"Dammit," he said under his breath as he tried turning the locked door handle again. "I deserve this."

He tip toed over to the front door, which was locked too. And all of the windows were still shut tightly and locked from the storm. He sighed and laid down on the bench, trying to find a comfortable position on the short, hard surface.

It was a long night as the air got cooler, and Jason's mind had time to replay the event over and over, only to be stopped and replaced by fears of the murdering lunatics hiding in the dark cornfields surrounding him. Eventually, a light sleep mercifully arrived.

The next morning, Sammy found Jason splayed out on the bench with an arm hanging off the side and his head wedge into the corner.

Jason blinked as he saw the younger fox staring at him with a large tool chest in her hands. He leaned up, and winced at the neck cramp he had.

"Rough night?" Sammy said.

Jason nodded, wondering how much of the story the intelligent little fox had picked up on already.

"I'm not going to ask any questions, but Pa will. I'd recommend you get inside before he gets out here. And make sure you bring Ham's boot inside too."

"Thanks, I will," Jason said, watching the fox skip down the steps with the heavy box and scurry over to the side of the house.

He grabbed the boot and slipped past the now unlocked door. The house was still quiet and motionless. He walked through the kitchen and managed to remember just enough of the right steps to make it silently into the bathroom upstairs. He slipped in and closed the door.

He winced when he saw himself in the mirror. His face was covered in dried blood and dirt, and his bloodshot eye had a deep purple hue under the fur around it. It hurt every time he moved his jaw, but he was sure nothing was broken, just very sore and a little puffy. He washed up and cleaned up his broken lip, and slid back into the hallway. He heard voices downstairs, which means he just missed Jack and maybe the others, so he quickly moved into the bedroom, trying his best to avoid the creaks, but being unsuccessful.

Ham was sitting up on his bed in a new pair of pants. He did not look very happy to see Jason.

"Glad to see you finally made it in," Ham whispered, seeing that Jason was holding the matching boot to the one he was wearing.

"Yeah, thanks for locking all the doors on me," Jason snapped back quietly.

"Not my fault you didn't check the basement."

Jason scowled. "You play dirty."

"You played me," Ham said, standing up and reaching out for the boot.

"Where did this attitude come from?" Jason said, holding the boot out of Ham's reach. "You used to be so quiet and shy."

"Yeah, well, I thought you were a nice guy at first too. Now give me my boot."

"No," Jason said, holding it behind me.

"Give me my boot or I'll make the rest of your face look like that."

"You just got a lucky shot, you couldn't do it again."

Ham clenched his fist. "Fuck you," he said, reaching for the boot behind the fox, missing, and landing across the bed.

Jason leapt up and pinned him down. "Now, listen. I'm really fucking sorry about last night." Ham squirmed underneath him. "If I could do it over, I wouldn't have done it. But, I was stupid, and I regret it a lot. You almost broke my jaw and made me sleep outside all night, and now I have to explain why my face looks like this to everyone without raising any suspicion, which, by the way, I think Sammy has a lot of since she found me this morning." Ham's muscles strained under the grip on the fox as he squeezed his wrists. Jason got closer to Ham's ear. "I got sent here because my mom found my pot stash. If I get sent back because they think I was having sex with a dude in the woods at night, my mom's going to kill me." He let go of Ham. "You don't want to be found out, and I want to survive this summer so I can go home and smoke again in peace. So, if we're going to not kill each other, I think we'd better just accept that we are even and pretend none of this ever happened."

Ham sat up, rubbing his wrist. "Sammy saw you?"

Jason nodded.

"Did she say anything?"

"No. She said she wasn't going to ask questions, and told me to hurry inside before Jack saw me. And she saw me with your boot. She knows something's up."

Ham sat there quietly thinking. "If she doesn't already know, she'll figure it out. Then we're both screwed."

"Nice going," Jason said, which granted him a quick punch in the crotch from Ham. The fox fell down onto the bed again, gripping himself and trying not to yell.

"Now we're even."

Jason nodded as he curled up on the bed.

"I'm going to go downstairs. You're going to come down a few minutes later, and you're going to say that you went for a glass of water in the night and misjudged the distance and fell down the stairs. If Sammy mentions you were outside this morning, just say you wanted to put your face on something cold, and the patio was the only thing you could think of."

"That's a shitty story," Jason said, still holding between his legs.

"If you have a better one, share it."

Jason shook his head.

"Ok then. See you downstairs," Ham said, quickly walking out of the room.

When he got down the stairs, Sally and Becky were sitting at the kitchen table.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Sally asked.

"Not really. Jason went for a glass of water and fell down the stairs. He banged up his face pretty bad."

Sally gasped. "Is he alright?"

"I think so. Other than his face. It's not pretty."

"When did it happen? I didn't even hear it, and you know me, I wake up to any little noise."

Ham shrugged. "It was pretty late. And I guess we were all just so tired from the night. I didn't hear it either until Jason came back into the room."

"Poor thing."

Jason walked in.

"Ewww!" Becky said as she looked at the fox's swollen face.

"Becky!" Sally said, scowling at Sally. She got up from the table and inspected Jason's face. "Ham told me about last night, I'm so sorry. How do you feel? Do you want an ice pack? Becky," she turned to the little fox. "Go downstairs to the freezer and see if there is a bag of peas that are still frozen. But don't leave the door open too long!"

Becky hopped out of her chair, grabbed a flashlight and disappeared down the hall.

Sally gently touched Jason's face, making him wince. "Oh dear. It looks like mostly swelling, which the peas will help. Hopefully Sammy will be done with the generator soon and you won't have to worry about falling down again."

"I think I've learned my lesson," Jason said, giving a quick glace to Ham.

"Well, have a seat and wait for Becky to get back."

In no time, the little fox was back with a mushy bag in paw. Jason put it to his face and winced.

With a click, the light in the kitchen turned on, and the muffled puttering of the generator outside could be heard. Sammy came through the kitchen door covered in grease.

"Our hero!" Sally exclaimed. "Just in time for me to make breakfast!"

Sammy smiled, and then shot a glance at Jason that lingered a little too long for comfort before she walked across the kitchen and down the hall. Jason looked at Ham, who looked nervous.

"Oh shoot," Sally said, opening the empty fridge. "Who wants to go to the store with me?"

Becky's hand shot up, but Jason and Ham were still looking at each other.

"Great. We'll be back in a bit," Sally said, heading for the door. "We'll need eggs, and sausage and..." she continued the list as her and Becky made their way to the car. Jason quickly moved the cold pea bag to between his legs the second they were out of eyesight and sighed again.

"She knows," Ham whispered to Jason.

Jason nodded and they both looked over to see Sammy standing at the doorway kitchen.