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"Based on the equation - which is not in standard form, as you should be able to tell - which of the conics is this? Anyone?"

The otter slumped down in his seat and rested his head in his paw, going over already-done equations in the notes to make it look like he was doing the work. Someone else in the class had to get it, eventually. He was usually right, but that didn't really give him any motivation to volunteer an answer.

"Lukas?"

He bit his lip and sighed through his nose. Just his luck. He dropped out of the advanced math class at the start of the school year because he didn't want to do the work, and here in the regular class, he was one of the top students. "It's an ellipse."

"How can you tell?"

A total guess, developed from what little snippets of yesterday's lesson he could remember, through all the fog and fuzz. He looked over the equation of what problem he thought the class was on, and sighed again. "There's both an X squared and a Y squared, and one is positive while the other's negative."

"Good. Now, Algon, can you tell me which is the major axis, and which is the minor?"

On the other side of the room, another otter lifted his head, and Lukas had to stifle a giggle. Looks like Algon had been napping. "Uhm. Which number?"

"Thirteen. On the back."

"Oh." He flipped his paper over and looked at it. "Um. X."

"Is the..."

"Major axis."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's the positive square. Y is the minor; it's negative."

"Good. Please stay awake in my class. Fall asleep during a college lecture and you'll be done for."

The teacher turned back to the document camera; Algon shrugged and lowered his head again. 'I'm an otter,' he once said to Lukas. 'That means I'm always some degree of sleepy.' The teachers always gave the two trouble - in the classes they shared, it was always one and then the other. This was due to the two having developed a bad reputation among the faculty from sneaking off campus at lunch together and then showing up late to fourth period a few too many times, from lingering in the bathrooms after school got out and waiting until everybody left, and from that one time they each got an office referral and a week's detention for kissing in the hallway, because apparently it's okay for a straight couple to make out next to a vice principal, but God forbid two boys share a kiss (or two or three, or, okay, five) in a side hallway.

As if feeling his boyfriend's eyes on him, Algon lifted his head right back up and gave Lukas a smile. This made the other otter smile, too, and then look down at his desk, trying not to blush too deeply. He knew the reason for Algon's smile: today was Friday, and that meant after-school study date at Lukas's while his mother ran off for most of the night to play cards with her group of post-menopausal friends. She was either slow to catching on, or knew exactly what her son and Algon did while she was away but didn't care; either way, she was a lot better here than she was with his last boyfriend, when she wouldn't let them both be upstairs at the same time, didn't allow him over if she wasn't there, wouldn't let them out of her sight, and wouldn't let them sit on the couch together. This last one happened with Algon the first time he came over, but she quickly changed once she had gotten to know him. Now, she let Lukas lie down on the couch under a blanket with him, without so much as a second thought.

These study dates always turned out to contain anything but studying - "except," Lukas remembered saying once, "me studying your cock in my mouth" - and his mother always thought Algon left a lot earlier than he really did, but she had no way to tell, being gone until eleven and leaving Lukas's brother, who really didn't care one way or another about what happened, to watch the two. One more reason to look forward to the end of each week.

The bell rang just as the teacher began explaining hyperbolas, and a collective sigh of relief could be heard around the classroom. Algon waited at the door for Lukas as he usually did, books and what-not held under his arm. "God," he said. "Hate that class. It's hard."

"You seem to do just fine - better than me - and you never pay attention. All you do is sleep."

"Because it's boring, too! You have to admit that."

"Okay, okay. Yeah, I have to give you that." Lukas split away from the other otter for a moment to skirt around a ring of students who had gathered to watch a fight that had somehow already started. "What I hate - this is geometry, what we're studying right now. We're not in geometry. I took that class two years ago."

"I've taken English every school year for as long as I can remember, but I still have to take it."

"Be quiet. That's different. You know what I meant."

At the end of the day, every exit of the school becomes so packed as to slow movement almost to a standstill, leading those who were in a rush to get out for whatever reason to push their way through and shout various obscenities - which never took long to be taken up by those who must get some sort of kick from cursing. Lukas always felt six years older when he got out of it, and was also certain that he lost more than a few brain cells from the sharp mixture of everybody's scents packed into such a small space, laden with the exhaustion that had built up over both the day and week.

Algon's was the only scent that didn't make him wrinkle his nose, even on its own... especially on its own. He could pick it out above everybody else's, but he couldn't focus on it until they both managed to squeeze themselves out of the muddle of people. Then, a breath of fresh air, outside the building - all the inhibitions and restraints of school and the faculty, lifted from their shoulders - and on a weekend, to boot. The teachers wanted to get home just as much as the students did, certainly, and because of this, tended to ignore whatever misconduct went on after Friday's final bell rang. Lukas intertwined his paw with Algon's, something that usually got them many nasty looks, some mocking laughter, and a few "you two need to separate - no PDA" complaints from teachers, despite how handholding was explicitly allowed in the code of conduct (Lukas had checked once, after a vice principal called his mom; she hung up on him) and then moved closer to the other otter. Nobody around them said a word, or even seemed to care, pushing past them and moving around them instead of trying to come through them; Lukas had never really been closeted or ashamed of his sexuality, but based on stories he read online, being gay in this generation was a damn lot easier than in any previous one. Sure, he and his boyfriend got taunted every now and then, sometimes together and sometimes individually, but it was never worse than verbal, and usually stopped after half a minute or so, and that was it.

Call me an optimist, Lukas thought, but life is good.

The two stopped in front of Lukas's bus and turned to face each other. Algon was a good two or three inches taller, so his boyfriend had to tilt his muzzle up a little. "So," he said quietly, "study date tonight?"

"Mhmm." Lukas smiled up at him and ran his finger down the side of Algon's jaw. "My place, tonight, from whenever you get here to whenever you leave."

"Will your mom be there?"

"She might pop in before she goes, just to say hello or whatever. I'd say we're clear after six."

"I can't wait."

"I miss you already."

"Mm."

Lukas stood on his toes and pressed his lips to Algon's, holding there for a sweet moment. Again, nobody really seemed to care, but his eyes were mostly closed. He couldn't tell if anyone turned to look.

As quickly as the kiss began, it was over, and Algon was off the other way, leaving Lukas with a warm fluttering in his heart and his boyfriend's sweet scent tickling at his nose. He smiled again, watching the other otter work his way through the ocean of students until he lost sight of him, then stepped up onto the bus.

~ ~ ~

Lukas threw his bag to his desk - it knocked over a cup of pens and pencils, and an empty water bottle too - and flopped facefirst down on his bed. His pillow still smelled of Algon from when he was over last Friday; he pulled it closer to himself and pressed his nose into the soft fabric. Now, it was only a matter of waiting - and the waiting seemed to get harder and harder as he had to do it more. The other otter usually took an hour or so to get here, if he didn't hitch a ride with a friend - today, Lukas hoped more than he usually did that he had, in fact, gotten a ride, and would show up at his door in some three to five minutes. This past week hadn't been necessarily bad - no worse than usual, which admittedly, never merited a complaint - but he still felt a strong want for his boyfriend.

He rolled over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling, at the patterns of yellowish-white the sun cast through the blinds of his window. He wasn't becoming overattached or... or clingy, was he? No, no. That couldn't be. His ex Kai, a wolf, was clingy. That was clingy. Lukas, currently, wasn't anywhere near that. He had just had a long week, between finals coming up and his orchestra concert this past Monday, as well as how he had to finish reading a novel for English and the last six or seven chapters of the history textbook by Monday, and then, of course, his own personal things on the side... it would be nice to sit down, or lie down, whatever, with Algon and just spend time together, unwind.

Math class wanted him to memorize each and every equation and be able to use them; history class wanted him to notice and identify the patterns and similarities between totally unconnected events, even where there were none; English class wanted him to become the author of whatever novel they were currently studying, and know his intentions for writing the story, know why he chose this word instead of a different one, know why there's a comma here but not one there -

• and Algon just wanted him to be Lukas. This, he could do.

He already had some idea - or some fantasy, at least - as to what life would be like once he graduated. He and Algon would go off somewhere away from here, away from their parents, their families, and rent an apartment, somewhere nice. Mom always said - Lukas, if you find a job that pays enough for you to live comfortably, you don't have to go to college. He can live with Algon, his boyfriend, and everything will be okay.

Right?

How does that sound? Seventy, maybe eighty years of doing the same job, living in the same place, doing the same thing every single day. What if something happens? What if - God forbid - he and Algon break up? What then? What if he can't find a job that will pay enough for the apartment, and is forced to come back home? What then? Besides, he realized perfectly well how unlikely his idealized dream of the future actually was...

He sighed. Why is he worrying about the future now? He has the rest of his life to figure out the rest of his life, and whether Algon will be there to figure out with him or not is not up to him.

The doorbell rang downstairs and startled him a little. He looked over at the clock on his nightstand before getting up: thirty minutes since school got out, ten since he got home. His brother didn't have any plans with friends, as he knew, so that very well could be for him... he ran down the stairs, skipping two at a time, and opened the door.

"Hey there."

"Oh my gosh. Hi."

A pair of arms wrapped around his body and held him close, and he buried his muzzle in his boyfriend's soft neckfur. He was so warm, and smelled so nice, and suddenly, the stress and problems of the past week melted away...

"Got a ride from Michael - he was... going to his dad's house, or something. Would've passed by here anyway, so we figured, why not. Besides, I get to see my sweet Lukas sooner."

"You made a good choice." Lukas waited for Algon to drop his stuff by the door and kick off his shoes, then pulled him by the wrist into the living room. "So. How was your day, hon?"

"It's Friday. Went as every other. Friday always does. Algon sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV. Lukas took his seat next to him and rested his head on his shoulder. "Wake up - hey, it's Friday! - then spend the rest of the day waiting for the class to be over, then wishing lunch would never end, then waiting for the school day to be over, and then finally it is over and I'm the happiest guy in the world."

"Yeah." Lukas clearly remembered lunch today. He was still tingling a bit from being pinned against the wall of the bathroom stall while that paw undid his pants and brought him off, right there, while people came in and out of the bathroom... oh, he had been completely and totally lost for the first half of the following class, and Algon just sat there with a triumphant smirk on his face. "God. I can't wait for school to be over."

"Right? I mean, with the way my mother is, I doubt I'll be able to come over often."

"And the way mine is, you'll never be able to spend the night."

"Yeah. Well, hey, at least it'll be summer."

"Ooh, hey, Buffy. Leave it on this channel. I don't think I've seen this one."

Lukas and his boyfriend had once spoken briefly about going out-of-state somewhere for college, this being where the whole apartment plan came from, but neither of the two particularly enjoyed thinking that far ahead in the future. 'I'm not ready for the real world!' Lukas often said, with a grin and a laugh - and more so recently, with the actual time drawing nearer and nearer. Algon got by with his fair share of complaining, although accepted he wouldn't be able to avoid it and had begun making the necessary preparations, such as saving a good deal of the money he made. They both realized they soon wouldn't be able to spend nearly as much time idling around and doing nothing as they did now, so they opted to enjoy what free time they did have together.

And, yes, it was very nice, sitting here on the couch saying nothing. Algon placed a kiss on Lukas's head a while in, to which the other otter responded with a kiss on the cheek; this, of course, turned to a kiss on the lips, which turned into another, and another, and another, and somewhere along the way, Algon's paw found its way to the front of Lukas's pants, where it pressed and squeezed, and pulled gentle gasps between kisses out of the smaller otter.

"Hmm." Algon broke off the kiss and looked away across the room, toward the staircase. "Should we go upstairs?"

"No. That's work." Lukas took his paw in his own and pressed it back between his legs, his boyfriend having taken it away when he turned. "Besides, what are the chances that my brother will come down here when he never has before? Not when we're busy, at least..."

"Hmph. I would 'good point', but I know you're just being you - just being horny and eager, as usual."

Lukas pulled himself up a little and sat up straighter when Algon undid the button of his fly. "Is that a bad thing?"

"I wouldn't say so. That might be, though, because I'm the same..."

Algon unzipped Lukas's pants and immediately set to running his paw up and down the revealed length, although slowly. He knew how his boyfriend was in matters like this, always wanting to get right into it without any sort of warm-up or prelude. 'With you,' Lukas had sent him in a text once, 'my orgasms are so much more powerful than when I'm on my own. I've found that pawing has become almost boring if it's not your paw or mouth, or if I don't have your nice cock to bounce on." Yes, he was sweet indeed; although, more often than not, he tasted rather tangy. Algon didn't mind all that much, though.

He squeezed Lukas's length each time he came up on his tip, because he knew that was among his most sensitive areas - and because ,whenever he did do it, he usually got a gasp, a moan, a twitch, or a squeeze to his own in response. Lukas pawed at Algon's chest, then his belly, and then the front of his pants, and finally found and undid his fly, as the other had done with his, but with a little difficulty due to his eyes being both averted and mostly closed. Behind the zipper he found an obvious lack of underwear first, and then, a throbbing cock as hard as his own, to which he gave an appreciative squeeze and then a few strokes. Warm, thick - more so than any of his previous boyfriends - delicious... whenever Lukas received a picture on his phone, it usually left him wiggly and drooling, and having it in his paw was even better. This way, he could feel each pulse of his heartbeat along his length, as well as each twitch, each little buck... soon, Algon shifted, pushed Lukas down to his back, and got over him, angling his shaft towards him with one paw.

And, then, one word: "Suck."

Lukas often found himself as the one submitting to the his taller, stronger, and generally larger boyfriend - and, oh, did he love it; he loved the paw on the back of his head that pulled him closer, loved how Algon thrust his hips forward and grinded his cock against his nose, loved the heat and the scent and how a little drip of pre rubbed off on his muzzle when he came up to begin...

Algon licked his lips and watched, then, as Lukas swirled his tongue around his tip first before slowly descending on his length. He kept his lips open and teeth parted, so as not to scrape him, of course, while still providing the saliva around his shaft that made this more pleasurable for both of them. 'I'm not good at blowjobs,' he had told him their first time; despite this, Algon still found himself, on multiple occasions, bucking up into his throat and spurting out his seed often, brought off solely by Lukas's tongue and lips. Funny how that worked.

Algon sighed softly and let a shiver run through his body as Lukas's muzzle drew to the base of his cock and then held there for a little while before slowly coming back up. His maw was warm and moist, and he worked it skillfully enough so that, on the nights he couldn't come over, Algon treated himself to a fantasy of imagining it was his boyfriend's muzzle he humped into rather than his own paw.

There was something he did with his tongue, a little flick or a drag or something, that never failed to make him arch his back and suppress a moan. Lukas must realize that if he was to do this over and over again, it wouldn't take long at all to get Algon off - because he did it only sparingly, even when asked to do it again. Where would the fun be in a quick session like that when they had two, maybe three hours to work with before Lukas's mother got home... and, even then, it was more likely she wouldn't show.

Quickies were only acceptable if the two found themselves in the bathroom during lunch or a passion period, which happened more often than either of them took pride in admitting.

Lukas opened his eyes a bit and looked up. Algon had his head leaned back, mouth slightly open, tongue hanging half an inch out, eyes closed; so often before had he peered up to see that same face, and smiled because of this. He sure as hell enjoyed his blowjobs - a lot more than Lukas's last ex, who never said anything, never moaned, never bucked when he came. Algon, however, kept his paw on Lukas's head and pushed him down or pulled him up, depending on the speed at which he wanted to go; he breathed heavily and gasped or sighed every now and then, particularly whenever the smaller otter between his legs hit a good spot or did something very right; he'd move his hips forward and back, forward and back along the way, usually against whichever direction Lukas's head bobbed on him; and, when he finished - if he did finish with a blowjob, which rarely happened due to how it tended to leave him totally exhausted and incapacitated, as well as having a lasting effect on him for the rest of the day - he usually did so with a sharp hump (or two or three) paired with a yip, a moan, a gasp, a string of all three, whatever.

Frankly, Lukas didn't care one way or another whether Algon finished in his mouth. On one hand, it was nice when he did, because how he pushed in and gasped was so, so hot, and there was that burst of cum that turned him on even further, if he himself hadn't finished already... but, on the other hand, they had the chance to move on to other things, better things - 'better' being restricted almost solely to Algon thrusting up under Lukas's tail instead of into his muzzle - and he wouldn't have to worry about choking on his boyfriend's cum, or the taste of it... either way, he loved it. They both did, needless to say. If Lukas hadn't been aroused before he drew his tongue up Algon's shaft, by God, he sure as hell would be afterwards.

He could feel the contours of Algon's cock as it slid over his tongue - the prominent rounded ridge on the underside running from his base to his tip that tensed and jerked with each twitch or, if he finished him off, spurt of cum; he little bumps and rises caused by tight veins that he could see easily if he chose to look; and, then, the brim of his cockhead that passed under his upper lip each time he drew up; along with all of the little things, unique to Algon. God, if he had the chance, Lukas would focus on him with only his tongue, his lips, his muzzle; he'd blow him while he sat at his desk doing homework, or when he was hunched over playing a computer game, or sitting at the table trying to eat dinner - because he just loved having his boyfriend's cock on his nose, or his tongue, or between his lips. He often wondered if he could get off without having to paw off, as it went sometimes when he had a hard cock pumping in and out of him. It sure felt like it sometimes, especially with the times it took minutes - sometimes, even seconds - to do so after a longer session, such as the kind where he could taste musk on his tongue as liquid as his saliva even after eating three meals and brushing his teeth twice.

The paw on the back of his head tightened, held him back; despite this, he still swirled his tongue over Algon's head again, and worked at his shaft with a few fingers. "Luke..."

He looked up at half-lidded deep turquoise eyes and a mouth that hung open in gentle panting. Algon's fingers ran through his headfur, and he licked his lips. "Mm?"

The paw on his head tugged gently, and he rose with it, until Algon's nose came level with his. The larger otter leaned in and kissed him once, twice, never really stopping or ending the kiss, three times, four times, pressing and licking his tongue against and over Lukas's, tasting of his own musk, his own heat, his own cock. Lukas grinded against him amidst all this, and at one point closed his paw around both his own and Algon's shafts and stroked slowly.

"Mm..." Algon broke the kiss off and pulled back. "Luke, I want t-

"Shh." Lukas put a finger to his boyfriend's lips, silencing him. "I know what you want, hon. You've told me about your dreams about it maybe three times this week..." He pushed Algon down by his shoulders and then positioned himself over him. Taking a cock took practice, he had found over time - especially when dealing with someone like this, who was quite a bit thicker than the last boy he sat down on. This was still a somewhat rare occurrence between the two, mostly due to time constraints as well as energy level - a cock up under his tail was very nice indeed, but sometimes Lukas felt like thrusting into a muzzle or paw to get off instead.

Today was not one of those days. He wanted Algon, just as much as Algon wanted him, and maybe more. Eagerness often proved itself on of his vices, especially in situations such as this.

He reached under his tail and tilted Algon's shaft toward his hole, pressing down slightly when he felt his tip nuzzle up against him. Already, he could feel the heat of his length, and he wiggled a little to ease the first bit in. Beneath him, Algon bit his lip and dug his claws into the couch, probably to keep himself from pushing in too early. He had done that before, one morning last summer; Lukas's brother came in shortly after to investigate why Luke had yelped so loudly...

"Mmh." It was hard for Lukas to keep still, too; a drip of pre oozed down along the underside of his cock from all the thoughts and memories of Algon fucking him. He slid down, slowly, and tried to stay relaxed with the thick length sinking into him, filling him with a pleasure sharp and rich, the undertones of pain much less pronounced than they used to be. One week is far too long for him to have gone with only a few fingers instead of a nice, full cock to push into him... only a week, but he still felt such an insatiable want. He dug his claws into Algon's chestfur and continued lowering himself, breaths coming in short, quick gasps already. He had become almost addicted to him, nearly unable to cum if he wasn't sliding up and down on his cock.

Yes, it hurt. It still hurt. This was why he went slowly his first few bounces; when he could feel Algon's sack against the base of his tail, as well as that almost sickening sweet sensation of his cock pressing far up into him, he stopped moving but slowly churned his hips forward and back. This was what he had done his first time taking Algon, before he knew how thick he really was, and found it to ease him quicker into the progression of things - and, not only this, but it also felt amazing. Lukas reached a paw down and stroked himself, slowly, for he knew if he did so at all fast, it wouldn't take too long until he found himself unloading all over his boyfriend's chest.

He began to lift himself back up, pushing on Algon's chest with his paws as well as pushing himself up with his legs, folded under the other otter's. He swallowed and tried to keep his shivering body under control while Algon's length slid almost all the way out of him, only to sink back in when Lukas once more lowered himself onto him. This brought a sharp gasp from both of them, as it did each time he did so again, in faster succession than the last one, until he bobbed up and down, up and down on Algon's shaft in a steady rhythm. Each time he lowered himself back down and clenched, a wave of hot pleasure pulsed through all his limbs and his whole body, until he felt himself coming closer to his climax so that he could stop pawing and still feel it. He leaned back and kept himself upright with his arms behind him while Algon's paws moved to his hips and drove him up and down with more speed, more force. Lukas tilted his head back and let his mouth hang open, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge, as well as pushing another gentle moan from his throat - and Algon beneath him kept quiet for the most part, other than his breathing.

It wasn't long at all before Lukas pressed his hips down, enough so that it hurt, and clenched around Algon's length tightly as he shot his load out over the larger otter's belly and chest, normal fierce bucking restrained to fast little humps. Algon shuddered beneath him, and when Lukas found the strength to pull himself up off his throbbing cock, a bit of cum oozed out with it.

"God..." He slumped over on his boyfriend. Algon licked his neck and rubbed his back, breathing still heavy and uneven. "No matter how many times we do that, I still... wow."

"Right? There's a reason I've woken up each morning for the past week wanting to fuck you." Algon pulled the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch down and over them.

Lukas rolled off onto his side and wiped a stray fleck of drool from his lips. He still shivered all over. "Fuck. Get me some water, please, hon? I'm exhausted."

"In a moment... I am too. I -"

In the other room, the door to the garage opened, and footsteps on tile soon brought Lukas's mother into view. "Hey," she said, clearly out of breath. "Left my purse at home - I had to stop by to get it. Hi, Algon. You two behave, alright?"

And then she was gone. Lukas turned to Algon and grinned, able to feel the cum on his boyfriend's chest catch and stick to his fur.