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The following weeks were certainly pleasant ones. For some unknown reason, school had decided to take a break and slow down for a week or two. The result was that both James and I had much more free time together. It wasn't like we didn't see other friends or go to different school events, but we found ourselves naturally drifting together when we had an open hour and nothing in particular we wanted to do.

We didn't really do anything different than we did a few weeks ago. Normal stuff: games or movies or shows or just talking. But we both felt closer. We both were a lot cheerier too. If I didn't know better I would have thought all that smiling was a facial tic. I couldn't help but smile a little bit when I saw James, and my reaction was always mirrored on James' face.

We were back in the Pit again. I was sitting on one of the lumpy couches and putting my feet up on one of the more comfortable blue armchairs. James was resting his back on my shoulder as he took up the last two cushions on the couch. At the time I was exploring the Capital Wasteland while James was IV training in Black 2. He still bought the cartridge pokemon games. I had lost patience for them long ago, but he insisted that there was something more significant about raising the master team by hand. I gave a little growl as James rubbed his cheek against the fur on my arm.

That was something that had certainly surprised me. James' PDAs were surprisingly,well, public. He always seemed to be the one who initiated too. It was an almost overnight transition. It's not like we'd make out in public or something like that. But James was never afraid or ashamed to steal a kiss or greeting me with an embrace that was much more than a casual hug.

But then again, it wasn't that far out of left field. I had certainly hadn't forgotten the days right after I had come out. It had started almost the moment right after I posted a sarcastic little facebook comment. "There it is. It's done. Can't take it back."

But I didn't want to take it back. I rarely did anything without second guessing myself, but that little quip of a post didn't come with any of my normal mental baggage that was part and parcel when I made most of my big decision.

No. The moment I came out I felt pure elation. The enormous weight that had been on my chest for years was gone in an instant. It was only after it was gone did I realize how much it had been looming over me, but the moment that weight was gone I felt like I could fly.

I wasn't exactly sure how long James had been struggling with his inner thoughts before he had ended up asking me for sex. Then again, it didn't really matter. Gay thoughts, no matter where you were from or how long they were nagging at you, were always a bear of a problem. Still, I could imagine the euphoria of self-acceptance, of being able to surmount the internal struggles. And better yet, James had someone else to be "out" with.

James never officially made a coming out statement. I was his coming out statement, really. I didn't mind. Not one bit. I was just as happy as he was. No one around us really cared. Our campus was super tiny and certainly a gay friendly environment.

I set my musings aside and snuggled against James' back. "You know, Fallout 3 is my favorite Elder Scrolls game."

James pouted as he snaked an arm around mind. "It's not a TES game. They're completely different."

"They are not," I said. "Bethesda makes only one game, just with different paint jobs. Fallout 3 and Skyrim are the same games in different settings. They're exploration based RPGs with subpar combat but an enormous and flavorful world to explore. This game just has guns and TES has magic.

"That's not what I meant," frowned James. "They're universes are what matters. The Fallout universe is all biting commentary of our current society. All of our modern day American flaws are brought to the extreme, and the world is clearly off for the worse because of it. Elder Scrolls was more about a truly fleshed out fantasy world that wasn't your average Tolkinien knock off. It was a really in-depth, fully formed world brought to life in a video game. I wasn't impressed with Skyrim or Oblivion, especially because they started retconning their lore for the sake of convenience, but it was still an in-depth world..."

I smiled as I let James rant a bit longer. I knew I may have touched a nerve. The Elder Scrolls was a passion for James, and everyone had a thing that they couldn't allow to be teased. "You know I'm just ribbing you, right?"

"I know," frowned James. "Just because you're giving me crap doesn't mean I can't refute your points." He smiled before hooking my ear and pulling my head down so he could kiss my cheek. He nestled back against my arm and returned to his game. I looked over his shoulder to watch him for a second.

"Nuzlock challenge?"

"Yup."

"Who died?"

"My starter," said James with a wince. "I lost my Snivy early. But I found solace in a hoard of bug types."

"Woe unto you when you run into the nearest hiker."

"Don't remind me that I don't get along with rocks." grumbled James. "Can you turn up the radio volume? I love Fallout's soundtrack.

"Me too," I said. "It's a great way to make mood dissonance. It's pleasently unsettling to be wandering the wasteland while Billie Holiday croons in the background."

James smiled and gave me an offhand "mmhmm" as he continued to struggle against a wild geodude. We sat in silence, and as I began to explore the ruins of a bombed out subway station, I saw out of the corner of my eye a flash of white.

I did a double take and my eyes swept the empty Pit. Out of one of the windows in the double doors that provided entrance to the Pit, I saw a pair of amber eyes looking at me. No, they were looking at James. The snowy owl's intense stare was, not to be speciesist, absolutely hawkish. However, the face attached to the eyes didn't appear to that angry. It was more... appraising, I suppose. It was hard for me to read avian expressions some days. Those sharp, curved beaks always made them look perpetually miffed.

Helen, or I think that was her name, turned and left without going into the lounge. James didn't seem to notice, and I wasn't sure if there was a need to burden him with the knowledge. "James?"

"Yes, hon?"

I smiled again at the use of the pet name. It was funny how much the little nickname made me feel so, at the risk of sounding insufferably cheesy, special. "Have you gotten any sort of flak since you've decided to be more... open?"

"Sam, you don't need to dance around the subject that I'm not afraid to kiss you in public." James turned on the couch and kissed me on the cheek, as if on cue. He was smiling, almost mischievously. "And not really. You asked me this last week."

"You don't come out to the world all at once" I said with a wave of my paw. "You come out in waves. I mean, I covered a lot of ground just by using the internet, but as far as I know you have not done anything of the sort. And I'm aware of why you're not doing so."

"So what's your point?" James was looking more than a little perplexed.

My voice transitioned seamlessly and unconsciously into my scientist voice. "James, the way you chose to come out was to, for lack of a better term, not be afraid to be perceived as gay in public. In this case the term "perceived as gay" is defined as public displays of affections with me and not lying by falsehood or omission if someone asks if we're dating. And that means that news of your coming out will spread slowishly by word of mouth. And as much as it bugs me, some student coming out is always juicy gossip."

"Yeah, I know this..."

"Well, you're in a lot of social circles, and part of me is worried that people might make your social life more difficult."

"Like it was running perfectly smoothly before," chuckled James. "It's like you said, if they've got a problem, it's their problem. Not mine."

"There was one other thing," I said. My voice was walking on eggshells. Part of me wanted to shut up now, but another part of me thought it was an issue that needed to be addressed. It was all a part of us trying to be honest with each other. "You know, at least in the circles I'm in, you're kind of known for being... a bit of a casanova. Your frequent bedding of a not small amount of females over the past few years hasn't gone unnoticed, and I'm sure people will be muttering once they here that you're going out with me."

James responded by pulling my muzzle towards his and kissing me firmly on the lips. I could never resist smiling when we kissed. They felt so good. "Let them talk," said James. "I really don't care. You shouldn't either. I know it's only been two weeks, but that doesn't mean that the last two weeks haven't felt good. Hell, I haven't been in such good spirits since the start of the semester. I just feel so much... mmm... Better? Happier? Just, uplifted. Yeah. That'd be the right word."

"I know I don't really care," I said. I put down my controller and began to run my hands through his dark hair. "I'm just worried that you'll get caught off guard."

"You don't need to worry, hon. If worst comes to worst, I still have you to talk to. Why are you asking me all this?"

"Well, um," I muttered, not sure how to approach the subject. "I think I just saw Helen, that owl, after we kissed."

"Aaaah," said James, his eyes widening a little in comprehension. "I see. I wouldn't be surprised if she was a bit miffed. It's kind of my fault. Well, both our faults. I think we were both kind of stringing each other along. She didn't know that I was basically using her as an experiment. Just like you." He paused, his face turning into a frown. He put down his DS and turned on the couch so that he could wrap his arms around my shoulders. I kissed him on the top of his head. "I still feel bad about that," mumbled James.

"I get that James," I whispered as I stroked the fur on his arms. "And I know it wasn't exactly the "ethical" thing to do, but you were dealing with stuff that's hard for anyone to process. It's a tough journey. Don't beat yourself up over how you got through it." I kissed him on the muzzle again, and when we broke apart I could feel some of the tension leaving his body.

"You always know the perfect thing to say, you know that Sam?"

"If that's the case, it's only by coincidence. I don't say what I say because I think people that's want to hear. I say what I say because I think that's what's true."

"It's not just that," said James as he rested his cheek on my shoulder. "It's your delivery too. It's blunt, almost brutally honest, but at the same time, you break the news in a way that it's not mean or aggressive. Talking to you has always been easy."

I smiled and nuzzled him. "Thanks, James."

"I should be thanking you."

We both sat in silence for a while, not even touching our games. We held each other's hands, our thumbs running across the thinner, more sensivtice fur on the back of our hands. I loved the feeling of his paw pads. They were subtle and soft, almost the same consistency as his fur. After about half an hour, James tapped my other wrist. "What time is it, Sam?"

"Quarter to."

"Then I need to go. I've got evening class." James sat up on the couch, flipped open his DS, saved, and shut it off. "Can you bring this up to our room?"

"Sure."

"Thanks hon. See you tonight." He kissed my cheek in farewell before grabbing his bag and leaving. I smiled and leaned back, rubbing my index finger across the place where he kissed me. It was a good feeling, to be touched like that."

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I heard James' key turn the lock open some time past midnight. "Hey, cutie," I said, looking up from my laptop to greet James.

"Hey honey," said James, walking behind my chair to hug me around my shoulders. "Did you wait for me?"

"I did."

"I should've texted you. I wanted to plow through my homework so we could keep the weekend to ourselves."

"You feeling tired?" I asked.

"A bit."

"I'm could use an early night too, actually."

James laughed, a short little bark accompanied by a gleaming white smile. "You know our sleep patterns are messed up when we consider quarter to one an early night."

I closed my laptop before getting up and kissing James on the lips. "Progress. At least it's not two AM."

James kissed me back and hooked his hands under my shirt. We had frequently slept in our drawers together. There was something about James' body that I found irresistible, and I knew James felt something similar. That dark raven fur... it was smooth, silky, and always slightly cool. I was always a furnace, but even when I had him tight in my arms all night his fur would still be cool to the touch.

That was another thing: we spooned almost every night too. He was more often than not the big spoon, which I was perfectly fine with. It gave James the chance to play with my belly a bit, and his muzzle fit perfectly between my neck and my shoulder.

I was broken out of my monologue by a light squeeze between my legs. It was only now that my shorts and shirt were in a pile at my feet. James had one hand in the middle of my chest, where the fur was slightly thicker, and another firmly but lightly over my crotch. "Mmm... That kind of early night?"

"Only if you want," said James, moving his hand away from my junk and on to my wrist.

"Of course I want it," I growled, smiling as I took his hands in mind. I pressed my muzzle against James', and I felt James respond without hesitation. We didn't break apart as I walked us towards the light switch, and I reached behind me so I could plunge the room into darkness.

Once our room was illuminated by nothing but moonlight, James smiled and gently pushed me onto our bed. I laid there, sprawled out on the conjoined mattresses, displaying myself so that my wolf may dominate me at his pleasure.

James was still fully clothed as he crawled up my body. He sat on top of my stomach before arching his back forward so our muzzles would meet. Our tongues met inside my maw, and I tasted traces of what seemed like sprite, or some sort of citrus drink. His fingers caressed the side of my face, and he slowly began to press his hips into my body. I sighed into his mouth and began to unbutton his shirt. It didn't take long for me to divest James of his shirt, and my paws raced across the bare chest floating over me. My fingers sought out the creases and lines that defined his body, hidden by black fur lit dark silver by the moon.

I could feel myself growing harder as James continued to kiss and feel me, and I could see his respectable tent straining at James' waistband. We stopped our kisses so that we could throw our pants and drawers off our bodies. I was greeted by the sight of a dark red length straining to free itself from a furry prison. I grabbed his sheath with one paw. I squeezed hard and rolled back the sheath to fully reveal six inches of wolf cock, almost fully hard now. James let out a whimper of pleasure as he reached back to squeeze my length, so hard it almost hurt. My throat rumbled as I growled my pleasure.

I reached with both paws to squeeze James along the cheeks, the softest part of his body. With a firm grip I pulled him towards me so that my muzzle was within easy access to James body. I teased him with my tongue and lips, with light touches to his leaking tip. He had his hands running through my headfur and round my ears. Every time I tickled him his hands gripped harder, almost to the point of him hurting me.

James leaned over to kiss the top of my head while his fingers moved to my ears and face. I felt I'd teased my wolfy long enough, and I tapped his thigh, a gesture of permission. James gently pushed himself into my muzzle. This was the fourth time I had tasted him like this. It was a good taste, and surprisingly sweet as well as the normal flavors of musk and salt.

I worked with hands, lips, and tongue, coaxing both pre and soft moans from James. His hands were now on my shoulders, bracing himself as his hips gyrated slowly against my muzzle. I growled my satisfaction as his knot pushed apart my lips. A finger trailed from the tip of his tail to his tailhole. Gently, but deliberately, I pressed my index finger into his body. James let out a shuddering, halting gasp, and his hands and body contracted around my head and shoulders.

I swallowed once, and slid my hands from the side of his slender hips up his sharp shoulders. We shared a sweet, deep kiss as he held me in his arms. I felt my hardness grinding into his body, and my whole body twitched in anticipation of release.

"That felt really good," mumbled James as his fingers played with a tangle of fur on my chest. "I didn't expect that."

"Sorry," I said after I pressed my lips against his cheeks. "I should've asked first."

"Hard to ask when you're giving me such hot muzzle," laughed James.

I chuckled too, and hugged him tighter. "Are you going to just leave me like this," I whispered, grinding myself into him just a little bit.

"Of course not," said James, kissing me around my neck. "But can I ask a question?"

"Now's an interesting time to start digging for new info," I teased.

"Sam... Will you tell me, what it's like to bottom?"

"It feels good," I said, not lying at all. "Your first time hurts a bit, no doubt, almost like a stretch and a pinch at the same time, but you get used to it. And as it continues, you get more into it. At least for me, I'm almost raring to go right after I finish."

James held my face and looked at me with gorgeous, dark blue eyes. "Will you top me tonight?"

"I don't think I'm the perfect candidate, to be honest."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... uhm... I'm short, but kinda thick," I said, blushing a little. We both giggled "You sort of, well, have to train yourself to take the thicker stuff. It might be less pleasant if I was the first one you tried to take."

"I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else," said James.

I smiled and held him tight for a moment. "Know the one two three rule?"

"I doubt it. Show me?"

I reached over to my desk and cracked open the second drawer. after a few minutes of fishing I found the container of lube I kept in there. I slathered it across my hands and fingers. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, tell me to stop."

James kissed me across the forehead. "I trust you."

I sat up so that James was now sitting in my lap. He held me fiercely around my middle, pressing our bodies together as he kissed every part of my face he could reach. I closed my eyes and felt behind him. As his lips brushed against me again and again, I plunged my index finger into him again. James squeezed me harder as he gasped in clear delight.

"One," I murmured before extracting my finger. I extracted myself before placing my index and middle fingers together. I pushed them inside of James. This time I went up to the second knuckle before wriggling my fingers. I felt for the first time that I was significantly stretching James. "Two."

"Ooh," groaned James. "Don't stop now."

I kissed him around the neck before withdrawing my fingers. I formed a triangle with my index, middle, and ring. "Three," I said, before going palm deep. James groaned loudly, almost a howl, as he thrust himself into my body.

"Did that feel good?" I asked, thought I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

"I... I want to feel what it's like," said James. "I want to feel you, Please, Sam."

I smiled and lifted James higher up on my body. "We'll start with a ride. We can switch things up if you want to take it from there. You'll have the control that way."

I pressed the soft, pink tip against his body. I was dry, but my fingers had lubed him up quite well. I felt his ring open up a little, as if in welcome, as James relaxed his body. With my hands I coaxed wolf down, letting him set the pace. I was just guiding him, stabilizing his descent. I felt his soft yet firm rear against my thighs, and his tail wagged slowly across my knees.

"I... I never thought it'd feel this good," muttered James, almost embarrassed.

"It feels different when it's with someone you care about."

"Can I begin?"

"It's all up to you," I said. I placed one hand in the middle of his chest, feeling his heartbeat, fast and almost frantic, as if it was trying to keep up with the emotions flying through our heads.

James held his breath and lifted himself up, placing his weight on his knees. He wrapped his arms around me, crossing them behind my back and digging his fingers into my shoulders. I curled my fingers into his chest fur and kissed him again.

His movements were far from graceful. He moved up and down across my body, thrusting his hips a little bit, pressing his nails into the flesh and fur on my back. He couldn't seem to find a rhythm to his motions. He never stopped kissing me, and he only broke apart to gasp a breath before diving into my muzzle again.

I didn't even realize how good it felt. I was too far lost in his beautiful body. It wasn't until James moaned into my ear that I realized how close we were. I placed my hands on his chest as squeezed a little, genlty bringing him to a stop.

"What's wrong," gasped James. "It was feeling so amazing. Why'd you stop?"

"Would you let me finish?" I asked, leaning us to the side to show my intentions. "I won't be rough."

"You can be rough," said James. "I... I want to feel you."

I grinned and flipped us over so that I towered over him. I lifted James' legs above his head and onto my shoulders. He grunted a little at the new position, but he stroked my face and nodded.

I started slow, methodical, trying to get a feel for James' body. I repositioned myself, angling his rear up so I could tower over him. His eyes were closed, his face had a subtle smile to it, and his gorgeous raven hair was splayed around his head. His arms were angled so his elbows were at his sides but his hands were up near his shoulders. His breathing was deep, and I watched his chest rise and fall from above.

I pressed him slightly into the bed and kissed him twice on the lips. My pace began to quicken. It was only now that I began to pay attention to my own body. James had really done good work, and I was really pent up. I could feel my balls contracting and churning, begging for the upcoming release.

I reigned in my instincts, slowing down again but thrusting harder and deeper, using my whole body to bring us together with crashing force. Each time my hips made impact with his rear, James let out a small noise, like a grunt and moan at the same time. His lips mouthed my name, and his fingers writhed, almost uncontrollably. I reached down and gave his swollen knot a hard squeeze.

We were heedless of the peace of our neighbors as we came together. Feral, savage growls escaped our muzzles as we clawed at each other's bodies. White ropes stained both our chests as I felt a sticky warmth well up inside James. I felt the feeling leave my limbs, and I fell into the arms of my sweet wolf.

James rolled me onto my side, easing me off of him with firm arms. I held him close, and he squirmed beneath me as he curled up into a ball. He growled in pleasure as I kissed him on the cheek. "You're cute when you've got a full, messy tailhole. How was your first time as the bottom?"

"Savagely satisfying," said James as he nuzzled my chest. "And you're cute when you're out of breath from pounding me out. No, I lied. You're always cute." He squeezed my belly and growled.

"Are you vying for another round?" I asked, "You know I can't get enough of you when you start doing that."

"Maybe another night," murmerd James. "I don't think I could take another round just yet. Maybe you could give me private lessons."

"Sounds like a plan," I muttered as I ran my hands across his hips.

"Should I get your nightime's for you?" asked James.

"That'd be nice," I said. "Probably not a good idea to get off my schedule."

James got up and fished a water bottle out of our fridge before getting both his and my night time meds. I grabbed my pills from his right hand and took a swig from the bottle. James popped his own pills and got back into bed.

"Thanks," I said.

"I know you can't sleep without them."

"Not when I can cuddle with you," I said. "Last week I forgot them and I fell asleep fine."

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. I never wake up in the middle of the night when we sleep together."

"So am I just you life size cuddle toy?" asked James, a teasing smile on his face.

"No," I said. "You're my wonderful boyfriend." It was the first time I had actively called James that.

"Boyfriend... Boyfriend..." muttered James, playing with the pronunciation. "Never thought I'd ever hear someone call me that. Especially not in such a deep, growly, masculine voice. But it's got a nice sound to it. I like it. But only if I can call you that too."

"I'd be proud if you did."

We didn't speak any more after that. As James fell asleep, I realized that this was the last time we had sex was almost four weeks ago. I smiled. It was a nice feeling; confirmation that we weren't in this just because we were after each other's bodies. I kissed him once more before closing my eyes and letting the seroquil overtake me.