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Chapter 59: Toss and Turn

The first thing that Roger noticed was that his eyes stung and pained him. The second thing he noticed was that when he did open them, it was still dark. He checked his watch.

He could not remember much of why he was asleep. It was near midnight, so he had not been asleep long. He rubbed his eyes with one paw, as he realized that his other was trapped under a weight. His face was somewhat damp.

It felt a little better. His chest ached, and he remembered why.

He sighed and wished it had not happened, but what was done was done. He took a quick survey of his situation and surroundings, to gain at least some understanding.

The blanket was atop him, but he did not feel overheated. He figured that the weight on top of his other arm was the wolf, so to that he paid no mind. Why had he waken so early, though?

He scratched his chest idly in thought, and then realized that his shirt was gone. He blushed lightly, especially when he noticed that the wolf was of the same condition. He returned to putting his arm around the wolf and held him closely. At least it was some solace.

In spite of how he had felt previously, the same urges rose. He fought them off for the time being, but it was difficult being pressed against his friend. It felt more intense, though, as if....

He reached down as the idea popped into his head to make sure he still at least had underwear on. He sighed relief when he determined that his boxers were still present, though his pants had been removed. He did not remember doing so, nor did he remember removing his shirt, which left but only one option.

They had discussed dealing with the heat, but he did not know that Hunter would act by himself. It caused him a slight bit of embarrassment and guilt at the same time, forcing the responsibility upon the wolf but also being a little more bare than before. He nuzzled into the wolf's chest.

Hunter had been on his back and was snoring softly. It seemed his movements had not stirred the beast. He ran his paw through the wolf's fur, from his chest to his stomach and all about his abdomen. It felt soft.

He trailed his paw along the wolf's side and took a deep breath through his nose. He could not smell much, as his nose felt stuffed from the prior events. Still, he could catch the wolf's scent, though it was faint. He let out the breath in a sigh and rubbed his face against his chest.

His paw trailed down to the wolf's leg. He expect at least a little resistance from the wolf's pants at least, but found none. Surprised, he fully put his paw on the wolf's hip, and realized that Hunter was bare. He blushed furiously, and any effort he could put to fight his urges were futile.

He moved his paw back up and buried his face in the wolf's shoulder and shut his eyes, afraid that at any moment Hunter would wake up and catch him. It was an unfounded fear, but it was the immediate idea that invaded his mind. He still only heard soft snoring.

He did not want to move his paw; he felt as if any motion could suddenly be just the right thing to wake him. He was still pressed up against Hunter, afraid to move away, though now he had something present that throbbed in his boxers, only causing him to be more embarrassed. It was the most prominent of things his attention focused on in this situation, as it was the very mark of shame that was pressed against the wolf's leg.

He slowly began to move back and at least it relieved some of the pressure. When it finally broke contact, he sighed relief. He determined that the best course of action was to put a little bit of distance between himself and the wolf and try to get some sleep. At least with that, he could escape the situation, or even if the wolf caught him in his passionate feelings, he could blame it upon a dream.

He slowly moved back, but his arm was still somewhat trapped. He slowly began to wiggle it free, and the blood began to rush back into it. Pins and needles was what he felt, and he winced, but kept silent and continued to pull. The wolf felt like the boulder of which he was sure to be rushed by, if he did not move.

Hunter, however, began to stir as he moved his arm back. He turned to his side, facing the fox, and put an arm around him, pulling him toward the wolf, pressing him back against him again. The situation he had tried to evade, it seemed to Roger, only exacerbated.

The lump in his front was now pressed against the wolf once again, except, as Roger realized immediately, it was pressed against the wolf's own. He blushed furiously and stifled a moan into the pillow and froze. Movement now seemed to be his enemy. He at least had a bit of fabric between the two objects, but it made little difference.

His arm had nearly been free, but now that the wolf was on his side, it was easy to move. He attempted to work up the courage to twist around. He concluded that if he faced the other way, then at least he could hide his embarrassment, so long as it was out of sight. He began to count down slowly in his head.

The wolf shifted a little in his sleep, but did not change position. A loud snore came from him, signaling that he was still amidst his slumber. The movement, however, caused the fox to stifle another moan, but with less success. It was as if it had set off a chain reaction, since now it began to throb once again, which only forced more friction upon the two.

He readied himself, and then quickly turned around, slipping his arm out in the process. It was painful, but he was glad when it was done.

He reach down to check out the damages. It felt almost as if it were past the point of no return. It had poked out of his sheath more than halfway and had grown almost fully. The hole in the front of his boxers allowed it freedom, in spite of his desire for it to be contained. His knot was already beginning to form, it seemed, and there was a damp spot upon the front of his boxers. He gulped audibly.

He felt the wolf's arms grip him tightly as they pulled him into a hug. The snoring persisted, but one of the wolf's arms rubbed up and down his torso clumsily. The dexterity, it seemed, was lost.

It was dangerously close to what Roger had wanted to hide, though, and just as it almost seemed to be about to brush against it, he grabbed the wolf's arm and pulled it up, to his chest.

The action caused the wolf to wake.