FriskeCrisps Commission: The Gift
#10 of Commissions
So this is a commission i wrote up for FriskeCrisps, totaling 10002 words.
I had finished this forever ago and never posted it!
Crisp let out a relieved sigh when his professor called the class over. He flexed his wrist, eliciting a few less than pleasant pops. He might not have enjoyed history in high school, but it was a lot more work in college when the professor was too old to create a power point efficiently. The old turtle would flip to the next slide, glance over the size ten font blocks of information, sum them up in a few lines and move on, expecting full well that the notes were recorded in their entirety. So far it was his least favorite class and one he might be dropping in exchange for something less strenuous or arthritis inducing.
Alex had told him that if he didn't like the class by the end of the first week to just forget about it. Crisp had told the lion at the time that idea seemed rash, but the idea of fifteen more weeks of that boring turtle made the wolf shiver. With his financial aid Crisp could get any of the books, but Alex had made him hold off on the history purchase as that seemed the only class the wolf was less than enthusiastic about after day one.
The wolf packed away his notebook and his surprisingly still functional pen and made for the Union. It was exactly five thirty so at least the turtle had been punctual with his lessons unlike the excitable porcupine that had pushed the class an extra ten minutes in his college composition class. How the rodent had gotten so into a short essay about Barbie dolls Crisp would never know.
Alex would be getting out of his sociology class in fifteen minutes but Crisp wanted to eat as soon as possible. His lunch had consisted of a granola bar and a pint of milk. Until now he had usually thought of lunch as a small kid day snack, but it seemed he greatly underestimated how full and content a simple sandwich could make him feel. His stomach growled with need.
His first two weeks at Cliffton had been very hectic, thou not unpleasantly so. Crisp had spent the first week among the other dorming furs, mostly with Alex close by. The lion had all but taken Crisp under his wing that first week, listening like Crisp imagined an older brother would and making the wolf more social. Crisp had confessed his biggest fear was getting to college and not being able to fit in. He feared the social pariah he was in high school-*+ was who he would translate to in college and then consequentially the real world. He had admitted it sounded crazy, but Alex didn't laugh or joke like Crisp had wanted him to. The lion had taken the moment seriously and told Crisp it was a common fear and entirely understandable. The wolf had blushed and liked that reaction more.
In that first week he had attended three movie nights on his floor aside from the lion king, only missing the one because Alex, Crisp, and the lion's friends had all gone off campus to walk around the nearby park. Crisp had long since gotten used to the interesting and diverse band of friends, liking the possum Chelsea most of all. She shared his geeky hobbies and likes, talked video games and comic books and movies. The others could hold a conversation, but Chelsea and Crisp would go at it for hours if they could.
All in all the first week was a friendly experience. It did have its quirks thou. Since the first night Alex had not pressured Crisp to do anything else. The lion talked about things Crisp had never talked about before, like guys and body types and preferences. Crisp hardly knew anything about his view of guys...like THAT. It was causal conversation that the wolf would very quickly get flustered over. Alex would tease him in an endearing way, joking and finishing it up with a hug or a soft punch to the arm. Crisp appreciated the effort he was making, but he found himself thinking about the things they talked about long passed the conversations end.
For the first time Crisp felt he had permission to look around and what he liked and didn't like in guys. He might be bisexual, he wasn't sure, but it wasn't the women he was unaware of. Any guy in high school and any girl as well could tell you what a guy was supposed to like in a girl. Breasts, butt, waistline, hair, smile, laugh. Crisp could tell the models from the commons. The instagram famous from the night bloggers. He couldn't even begin to understand what it was that a guy was supposed to look for in a guy. Was it muscles like all the male models? The square jaws and the solid features? Even that was vague, what features were supposed to be solid? The entire thought process made his head hurt.
Even into the first week of classes Crisp was hounded by his curiosity. He found himself people watching more than ever. Looking up models and men on the internet when he was sure no one was around. Hell, Crisp went as far as to look up gay terminology to maximize his efficiency in web search.
So far to date, he had a few terms he knew he liked and didn't like. Foxes, twinks and mouses were out. Those were all terms that got him the more effeminate, skinnier guys like himself. It was hard to realize he didn't like them because they were EVERYWHERE online. Look up the word 'gay guy' on Google and some skimpy dressed fox or otter would pop up with short fur and underfed looking stomachs. Most were in shape, but...they weren't shapes Crisp found appealing. That was even harder because it was his own shape mostly. He had a small belly, but it wasn't anything like the other terms.
Bears and Bulls were more up his alley. The beefcakes and their bellies. It was almost embarrassing at first how he could find them attractive. In the news you heard about the obesity problem or you saw the ads for male products with lean muscled, suave looking gentlemen. That aside Crisp had day dreams about Alex's belly and just rubbing his face into it, and the various bellies online. He liked the ragged fur of his mane and the country looking red-neck pigs in the less than family friendly side of the internet.
What added to his frustration was his foot fetish. Sure older, dirty men had feet too, probably more pungent really; but Crisp would forget every aspect of the lean twinky pornstars and how their bodies did nothing for them if their feet get licked or they wound up in stockings. Once Crisp had been entirely into a set up. It was an older wolf and a young fox, which was apparently very typical online. The fox was like any other fox online, except he had converse on. The point of the video was that the wolf eventually tied the fox up, but Crisp came as soon as the fox's shoes came off.
It was all really confusing.
Crisp sat at the usual table in the mess hall, the room already filling with furs. He decided to wait until some more of the group showed up to grab a plate in fear of losing the table large enough for seven. The wolf just propped his chin in one paw and let his eyes wander around to whatever they wanted to.
In the ten minutes he waited he watched a lynx girl trip in line, falling into a tall horse that hardly seemed to notice. The horse was overly muscular in a way Crisp also noted he didn't seem to find appealing. Crisp could make out cords of heavy muscle that flexed and strained the equine skin even when he was just walking around. He also noticed an older student who had no trouble it seemed, making friends with the younger crowd. There was a rabbit who's one ear knocked over the small chalkboard sign above the salad bar. He seemed embarrassed, almost cutely so. Crisp wished first and foremost that he could get a grasp on his own opinions! Bunnies didn't do anything for him online unless they had other larger partners and they had long stockings and exposing underwear.
Crisp was wondering about what that particular rabbit wore under his long jeans when Chelsea, John and Alex plopped down next to him. "Is that hoodie string the only thing on the menu today?" Chelsea asked loudly, the only one still standing.
"Nah, I think there is some pen caps too." Alex noted, standing up again, "Don't know why I sat down, the food's over there."
Seeing no need to guard a table that was now populated by bags, Crisp followed behind and loaded up, already having planned out his attack strategy. Endless pizza buffet and alternating dinner menu options was definitely in Crisps top five things he loved about college. Sure there were a lot of things he loved about the school specifically and the experience in general, but there was something about NOT having to share or worry about dinner portions that made Crisp happy.
In the grand scheme of things it was probably kind of sad, but no one in their right mind (the gluten intolerant aside) that would say Pizza wouldn't make any experience better.
"So how was Mr. Longhand?" Alex asked, taking a big bite of a drippy cheeseburger. "Oh sorry," the talked passed the food. "Mr. Wrist-Cramps."
Crisp rolled his eyes, enjoying his sausage and peppers pizza slice. "He's fine thanks for asking." he pouted. "But on an unrelated note, how do you add and drop classes again?"
"HA! I told you he'd be a nightmare! He got one and a half stars on RateMyProfessor dude. That's sad; I've had shitty four star teachers you know?"
"It's your freshman year, how does that even count?" Chelsea asked incredulously. "What reason could you have had to Rate high school teachers?"
The lion turned to her with an open paw in her face. "Advanced placement son, she was technically a college professor on the site with a profile and it was really full of shit."
Crisp added AP classes to his list of future conversations to try and start with the lion. Despite the events of their first night and Alex's total understanding, Crisp felt himself getting overwhelmed with all the uncertainty. Alex never mentioned if what they were doing was dating and if porn constituted cheating. It sounded stupid in his head but his sister had dated a guy before who got offended if she ever mentioned another guy, so the wolf had to wonder if seeing other furs naked on the web was something like that. On top of that they never got farther, or anywhere near as close to sex as they had that first night. His older cousin, the only younger member of his immediate, extended or otherwise family that was older than Crisp, had told him messing around wasn't sex, only penetration was and they had most certainly not done that. The notion in general made him anxious and hot under the collar. He shoved as much pizza in his maw as he could fit.
"Probably a bunch of straight dudes." Chelsea elaborated on the Mis-Rated Professor debacle. "Was she hot? I bet if you cared about cleavage you would have given her four stars too." the possum noted. She only had a salad on her plate but her bowl was the tallest iced cream concoction to date.
"Irrelevant!" Alex spoke up, "What class were you thinking about switching too? My sociology class at the same time is practically dead, though the teacher is kinda too relaxed you know?"
They all shared looks, half chewing and shrugging in a collective misunderstanding. "No we don't" Jon said, swallowing first and going in for another bite.
Alex gave them a deadpan look, "He tried selling me pot and has mentioned German porn three times in a two day span." The table laughed for a moment, Alex did not.
"So maybe it's not the ideal class for me." Crisp chuckled, moving on to another slice of pizza. "I dunno, my other four classes are a bit homework heavy, so maybe something artsy that doesn't require too much extra work you know?"
They all gave understanding nods, "Some of the one hundred level art classes are like that, and some are an annoying amount of outside work. Pick carefully dude."
"Rate my professor." Alex added, chewing heavily and looking up suddenly.
Crisp turned just in time to be face to breast with a skimpily dressed bunny carrying a pile of papers. "Hello!" she said an octave or two too high for Crisp's liking. "I'm Amy Rivers, vice president of the Student Activities Committee." She started handing out the fliers, "To kick off the year we are having a little dance party in Quad outside the Library, between it and the Union after the Activities fair on Monday." she was rapid firing the well-rehearsed spiel. "Hope you can make it, it's free to all students, and there will be food and some bands and a DJ. Starts at eight and goes until about ten. If you have any questions feel free to contact me at the Email on the bottom of the flier." she smiled, hopping up on her toes a bit before moving on to the next uninformed table.
"Jesus Christ, too much stimulation." Chelsea said first, not even looking at the flier before finishing her salad and eying up the sugary tower.
Crisp was the only one reading it before finishing eating. It was a colorful page with a lot of default party clip-art. It said basically everything verbatim that the bunny had said so the wolf soon put it down.
"Could be fun." Alex shrugged, "Any good at dancing?" he nudged Crisp with a grin. "Let me guess, you've only been to a dance with terrible music, a lot of pop and rock ballads."
Crisp blushed, "I've never been dancing, probably because of the music or my social inept-ness."
"Ineptitude." the possum corrected, not jumping into the discussion. Alex on the other hand looked like he had been slapped. His face made a look of utter disbelief which, with the food bits in his mane, looked silly on the imposing feline.
"Never been dancing?" he boomed, "Not even once? Prom? Home coming?" The wolf just shook his head, smiling at Chelsea who was finding Alex's outburst just as funny. "That is simply unacceptable!" the lion went on, "College cannot be your first experience dancing. That's just odd. Now we are definitely going."
It was Crisps turn to look slapped. "What? I don't want too." The possum and Jon confirmed that dances were pointless and not to be bothered with.
"Ignore these wet blankets." Alex put up a paw, "Dances are fun and lively and social and to be experienced once. It might be a genuinely crappy little dance party, but don't choose to just rely on other peoples experiences of things." he stopped a moment, getting worked up, talking with large sweeping hand motions. "That's the point of college yeah? freedom? Freedom to experience things and make your own choices and all that? Come on Crisp."
The lion was practically begging and putting the wolf on the spot. He blushed and tried to look away, "Here I thought College was about education."
"Shut your mouth and live a little." Alex demanded now, "Say you'll go with me."
Crisp held his breath, staring at Alex, trying to play it cool. Go 'with' him? Like a date? Was Alex actually asking him out or was this really just as silly as the lion wanting to watch Crisp dance? His cheeks flushed again and he swallowed heavy, releasing the held breath. It wasn't a clear asking out on a date, but it was something; no matter how little the invitation. To be fair, after their activities the first night, Alex had felt odd about having had sexual interaction with someone he wasn't dating. He knew it was the twenty first century and people slept around, and hell, he didn't even actually have sex, but it had bugged him because Crisp was a romantic and liked the idea of having a partner with which to set up the rules. He was mentally down with bringing others in, but there had to be a thing to bring them into. He wanted that thing, that relationship. Now the big question here was, did Alex? It hadn't come up yet. Crisp would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it. Alex was a good guy from what he could tell. Good enough to take the risk about all of the other things Crisp couldn't possibly know about the lion in a few weeks.
"I..."Crisp started, finally making an attempt at stringing words together. "I guess so. Just don't expect me to dance all night or know how."
The lion threw both hands up in victory and then went to pointing dead at their other friends. "HA! Suck it kill joys. I'm making Crisp mainstream. Taking him out of your alternative living!"
They both rolled their eyes, "Calm the hell down dude, it's not like we were converting him to Paganism and house music. We just said we don't like dances."
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Crisp sat finishing his assignments late Friday night in order to have the weekend free of all responsibilities. His eyes were getting heavy as he glared into the dimmed screen of his laptop. To his right Alex was absently playing video games, judging by the commands being shouted Crisp guessed it was some first person shooter or another. Thankfully the wolf had had years of experience drowning things out as he worked. His little siblings were always rowdy and even his parents didn't seem to realize what would have been a good time to not shout.
Crisp only had the conclusion left to write when Alex spoke up. They had been at the movie night again only a few hours before. It was passed midnight now. The lion had put his arm around Crisps shoulder again. Once or twice they had kissed but not made out. Crisp was unsure if he was missing signals or signs, but he was getting anxious; the general kind that involved the dance, his classes, and himself in a non-descript looming cloud.
"So what are you thinking about there?" The lion spoke without turning from the game. Crisp looked up, snapping too and making a general noise of confusion. Alex turned, "You're a wall of focus. Not even the occasional sigh or stretch so something's on your mind." They were quiet for a moment, a shared silence. "Is it the dance? Worried?"
Crisp sighed, reclining as far back as the chair would allow. Was he really that easy to read? It was a tad disheartening. "Just a bit. Never really did much in high school as you know." he grinned, "I was quiet. Crowds aren't my thing either."
The lion shrugged, going back to the game. "You can get over it I'm sure. You hardly know they are there if you don't think about it. When we go just focus on the people you do know."
Crisp tilted his head, "So you?" It wasn't an unappealing option.
"I guess so." They were quiet again. "You aren't scared about the physical dancing are you?" he paused his game.
Crisp sat there tilted for a bit longer. "Just a little." he said with a shrug. "I wouldn't even know where to start honestly."
"Have you seriously never danced before? Like not with another person or anything at all?" Crisp just shrugged and probably looked more worried. He felt like such a loser that he would have to be concerned about dancing in College. It wasn't even a formal dance, just a get together that might at some point involve some foot tapping to music. A college party on a large scale.
"You do know it won't be anything official right?" Alex asked quieter with a grin, as if reading Crisp's mind. "I promise you dancing just happened and you don't have to know anything specific. No one-two-three, one-two-three." he was standing now, waltzing in semi-circles over to Crisps desk.
The canine blushed, hiding now in his hood. "Sorry I'm so weird." He whined, not even being serious. He just didn't want to have this conversation.
He felt his ears get tussled outside of the hood and looked up at a smiling lion. He was still as handsome and sexually alluring as when Crisp first walked into him. Still as tongue twisting as when he had called Crisp Cute that first day. Still a gigantic reminder of Crisps anxiety and also his relief. This lion had done more for him in a week, hell, more on day ONE than Crisp was able to do alone for years.
"You aren't weird Crisp." Alex told him, poking his nose. "You are far from the mainstream, but variety is the spice of life and we just need to open up your palette to some more spices and what not." He went down on one knee, face to face with the increasingly flustered wolf. "But uhh, formality aside, I'd like to personally ask you to the little soiree on Monday. If that's ok with you." Alex had gotten used to the frequency of Crisps silences and the nature of them. He wasn't the easiest guy to figure out, but he was consistent; at least in the past week. "I just want to make sure you aren't going to be bringing some other guy." he clarified, looking down at Crisps paw which he had taken into his own, and began to rubbing his thumb over the furs atop it.
If he was being honest, Alex was fairly nervous himself.
Crisp's mind spun around and around the words he thought he heard. He tried to un-jumble some hidden puzzle that he also knew didn't exist. There was no play on words to be found. It was very clear and had been intended to be so. Alex didn't want Crisp to be seeing any other guy. "Why wouldn't you want that?" He found himself playing along. It might have been a bit unfair to pester the guy who finally did the asking, but Crisp needed absolute clarification.
The lion grinned and looked away, his tail flicking playfully. "You're unbelievable Crisp." he cleared his throat and sat back a bit, still kneeling. "I, Alexander Wess, would like to formally extend an invitation upon Crisp Wolf-" Crisp tried to interrupt him, giggling in the process but the lion continued, still holding his paw. "Should he not be in the company or promised to another man, to begin, and continue to date me until Mondayat least."
"Well I'd hope it'd last longer than that." Crisp said without thinking.
It made Alex smile, "Me too."
They kissed then, as two young romantics, recently dating aught too. It was tender and slow with the lingering possibility of fireworks. They moved to Alex's bed, the lion reclined on his back, Crisp laying along his front. Their arms explored recently and mutually acquired land. They were both happily surprised at Crisp's initiative. The wolf found himself under Alex's shirt, fingers tracing the beaming lion's nipple and along his side. The lion of course, had a much easier time dipping his fingers into Crisp's pajama pants. He played tactfully around Crisp's tail and rump.
They went on for a while, nipping and playing and smiling all the while. It was early, but they were running on joy and excitement. Both of their minds raced with the future prospects. But eventually, physical exhausted started taking hold. Crisp soon found himself just lying along Alex's side, head resting comfortably between a pillow and his arm. They gave each other unspecific, but meaningful signals with their eyes.
"You know," Alex said, looking up at the ceiling and getting his arm comfortable around Crisp. "I know a lot about your little kinks and you don't know a lot of mine." The air went quiet aside from Crisp swallowing. "I want to wait a bit before we go as far as we did on night one. If we are going to date passed Monday I'd like to pretend that we started relatively normally." he chuckled. Crisp was too focused to do more than grin. "So until I fall asleep, which will be soon I assure you, you can ask me anything you want about anything and I'll answer truthfully."
The wolf let that sing in, aware that he was already wasting time. "Isn't total honest all the time key in a relationship?"
"Why yes it is, but I know for a fact you won't talk about sex or know how to bring it up unless I do." He winked, getting the desired reaction. "So I'm opening the floor and every three questions I can ask you something just so it doesn't feel like an interrogation."
Crisp sat comfortably back again, the lion's fingers playing lazily over the small of his back. "Well..." he started, unsure if there was a best place to start. "How many guys have you dated before?"
"Three." The lion vibrated into Crisp. The wolf was enjoying Alex's sheer strength and size. The motion of his breathing and the vibrato of his voice in his chest. Three wasn't a bad number, but the lion offered no more explanation. If Crisp wanted specifics he had to ask it seemed.
"How long did you date them?"
The lion paused a moment, but only a moment. "Jerry Thomson for a week, Kyle Rizza for a month and Justin Hershey for almost a year. Justin was the only serious one, He was the first I dated and meant it as something. I was a high school guy, Justin was the only one I dated when I had a car and it could be considered much more than hooking up."
Crisp might not have asked, but he was glad the Lion clarified. He answered questions Crisp didn't realize would bug him later. "How sexually experienced are you exactly?" he asked shyly then, rubbing over the lions rising belly. Crisp knew the answer was more than he had, but for some reason he just wanted to know.
"I don't know what kind of answer you want." Alex rumbled, "I had sex with all three of those guys. Since sophomore year if you're looking for a time I started." he looked up. His eyes tired but trying to focus. "Now what about you..." he pondered aloud, mulling over his own curiosity. If he waited much longer it really was going to get him killed. "How about, what kind of porn do you watch?" He decided with a satisfied grin and nod.
The wolf hid his face in the cats arm. Alex laughed quietly and patted his ears, "Come on, we all do it. Relationship or not, sheltered or whatever everyone likes porn. Which one is your favorite?"
Crisp sat back with a heavy sigh and a rapidly beating heart. It was all in good fun right? It's not like Alex could be weirded out by what he watched right? Just maybe leave out some of the leather stuff and stick with generals. "I like the ones with the bigger guys with Bulls and bears."
The answer sat like a rock in Crisp's throat. Alex was the one being quiet and it made him a bit uncomfortable. "What do these bulls and bears do in your favorite porn?"
"Sex."
"Well no shit, I meant specifics you goof."
Crisp thought about it, trying hard to seem normal and not get too into detail. It would probably seem weird if Crisp talked too excitedly about some other guy he had never met to the guy he just started dating. "Well they screw around and there is a lot of muscle on the one usually and he typically takes charge and well...you know how it works more than I do."
The lion chuckled. "Ok, point taken." he said with a nod, patting his belly. "Ok then...Next question." Crisp was about to ask what the lions favorite porn was. But he was stopped. "Just so you know, if you are gunna ask about my favorite porn I might scare you off." he smiled, "I'm a bit of an odd ball when it comes to my sex."
The wolf stopped and stared at him in the half light. Well now he couldn't not ask and he told the lion so. Alex sighed and chuckled.
"I warned you." He sat up, turning his body so they were laying face to face, arms propped up on their elbows. "I like the rough stuff." he started, beaming. "Big guy and a little guy, whatever the situation." he stopped, Crisp thought he was done and was fairly disappointed by the warning. "My favorites are hard to pick, but the top three have to involve some kind of ties. Leather, Puppy play." he winked. "I like the public stuff too, like the kind that take place in the woods or even better the kinds not public that take place in secret sex dungeons." there was a thrill to his voice, and Crisp instantly had untainted respect for his words. Here was a guy completely open and honest about things on day one. He wasn't trying to suck up to the vanilla half-truth Crisp told. "Usually in the best ones, it's a hefty lion and a lithe little wolf or otter. They beg him you know? Call him master and lick his feet. I'm not saying you have to entirely indulge me, I just thought I'd put that out there and I'm glad you asked." he said with a wink, "Next question?"
It was a lot to process. Crisp just sort of nodded rather robotically and hoped he looked like he was deep in thought over the next question or just unaffected by the previous answer. He was painfully aware he was an open book though, his face felt flush. He couldn't get the idea of licking the lions feet out of his head, or mental images of what the lion might look like in leather. The entire idea made him hot under the collar and below the belt.
What could he ask now that he was hot and bothered? Would that just make him ask a stupid question? Or the right question? His own curiosity was running wild with the idea of instant gratification upon wondering something. All he had to do was ask, and right now he had free reign. "Well...how would you dress me if you could put me in anything?"
Alex made a face, "hmm...Now that is a good question." Crisp waited with baited breath for the lion to start speaking again. "I guess it would depend on my mood." he smiled mischievously, his eyes looking wild. The lion sat forward again and ran a finger down Crisp's neck and shoulder, "Would I want you in a collar? Leashed and completely at my disposal? Maybe a solid harness or a muzzle." he kissed Crisps neck, allowing his sharp teeth to run over the skin. "Though I can't say I wouldn't be opposed to those stockings again. Matching jockstrap?" he teased the idea, "You're face when you were in those converse is adorable and hot so those are a must."
"Ok stop." Crisp hid his face again.
"Oh but I'm not done!" Alex chuckled, "Casual clothes would include tighter jeans so I can see your amazing butt. Maybe some toys under the clothes? How do you feel about toys?"
"It's not your turn to ask questions!" Crisp burst, red in the face now. He was flabbergasted that Alex could already have so many details in his head. Was Crisp really that attractive of a guy like Alex? It seemed and felt so impossible. "How does a guy like you find me attractive?" Crisp asked at last. Hoping and praying there could actually be an answer but knowing somewhere that there probably wasn't.
The lion just looked confused though. All the confidence and playfulness melted away. "Is that really your question?" Crisp nodded, not blaming Alex for not wanting to answer. "Crisp how couldn't I?" Alex started, "To be honest I'm wondering how I got lucky enough to get to you first! You are cute and funny and handsome." he started, talking louder even though Crisp was close enough to feel the lions breathing on his whiskers.
"Crisp I could search for months and not find a butt and tail cuter than yours." Alex resumed. "It's honestly modern art. It has bounce but is firm and your fur is so soft and well groomed unlike a lot of tails out there." he rolled his eyes then, "geez uhh...your eyes are gorgeous, your ears are fantastic, claws trimmed and you are funny." he smiled, "I mean really funny. When you got comfortable around me Jon and Chelsea it was me finding the real you. Sure you are shy but totally worth every moment I spent and will spend with you. Hell, with my ugly mug I'm surprised you liked me. I mean, I know I sort of rushed our first night." he said with a hint of regret in his voice, "But I honestly thought it would be my only shot you know? Most guys use unfamiliarity with sex as a ploy, when I found out it was really uncharted waters with you I couldn't do anything more. You deserve to have your first everything be perfect you know? You're just a nice innocent guy with a rocking body so I can't understand how you don't know why I think you're attractive."
Crisp was blown away. He had expected an unsure mess of excuses and half compliments. He had expected anything other than a real answer that wasn't open to interpretation. The lion was surprised that Crisp said yes? That was a concept he couldn't wrap his head around! He was more than happy with the response but unsure how to actually categorize any of it. Truthfully though, Aside from some doubts or disagreements Crisp had with Alex's reply, a wave of relief crashed over him. Alex wanted his first everything to be special? He thought Crisp was worth it? It was too much to handle.
The silence was long enough that even Alex got worried. "You ok with that answer?"
Crisp nodded, a few tears reaching the corners of his eyes. He hid his face in the pillow and mumbled.
"What was that?" the lion asked, rubbing his back.
Crisp sat up and kissed the lion again. "I said I don't think I have any more questions."
The lion chuckled. "Neither do I really. If I think of any more I'll be sure to ask them in front of friends." he winked. Crisp rolled his eyes but laughed, giddy but tired. His head didn't want to lift from the pillow. Alex set his head down too, one paw holding Crisp's. "Goodnight beautiful."
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"Why are we doing this again?" Crisp asked in a huff, looking around him at the dozens of furs walking to class. Each one was in their own little world with their own troubles and didn't give him any more than a passing glance. He was standing with Alex outside the Union around dinner time so despite the fact that it was a Saturday there were plenty of furs around.
"I told you bud, we are working on your social anxiety. Small doses of exposure therapy." The lion shook his shoulder encouragingly.
"Wasn't exposure therapy removed from the list of legal psycho-therapeutic practices?" Crisp jabbed, making the lion shrug.
"Good thing I'm not licensed or we'd have an issue." He was as smiley and confident in himself as ever. And as always, it was incredibly attractive. He was wearing a large, but form fitting tee shirt with some sort of movie reference on it. Crisp was unsure of the details, but the collage on the front was a mess of classic Noir movie characters. "It's not even real exposure therapy. More, showing you what the real thing will be like before it happens so you feel more comfortable going." The lion seemed to have thought it through. "It's a well-known fact, backed by no science that I am aware of, that people worry more about a thing before hand, and less during. So if we can get you to the dance with minimum panic that will be the worst of it!"
The wolf was about to argue, but it seemed like a fairly sound argument, even if it was backed by no known science. Nothing to fear but fear itself? Cliché, but there was probably a reason the philosophy stuck around so long to become a cliché. "So what do I have to do exactly?"
The feline grinned ear to ear, tossing an arm around Crisps shoulder and walking towards the crown of furs. "We just walk." he said simply. "For now we just do this. This Quad is where the dance will be, these will be the same furs except they will be dancing, again, not focused on you. Just walk with them."
It sounded silly, but Crisp was already feeling a bit anxious. Alex's arm weighed heavy on his shoulder and he gulped. He felt so small in the sea of people. Lost in it, every now and then he caught someone making eye contact; that was the worst of it. He ducked his head down and just looked at his feet until they were free of the rush. Crisp was breathing heavier than he would care to admit.
"Well that was a good first shot." Alex patted his back. "We just need to get you ok with crowds enough not to be afraid!" he chuckled. "And I uhh...i know they can be scary and shit," he recoiled; realizing laughter was probably not the best reply. "But I believe in you, you know?"
Crisp just blushed but nodded, looking back out over the sea of people. It wasn't really that bad. He had made it through there once and had no real reason to be afraid. He took a deep breath and continued to walk back and forth with Alex. It felt silly, but he was already laughing at how ridiculous he had ever been to be afraid of the anonymity of a crowd. It felt good to be getting over hurtles with Alex. Getting such instant gratification from a new boyfriend was...relieving to say the least. If this was a glimpse of the future, it might actually turn out ok.
Once they had gone through a few times, they headed in for food. They were hungry college kids after all. Plates stacked high and sitting with Chelsea, Jon and Chelsea's friend Erin; a lanky looking lynx with jittery paws and more piercings in his ears than ears. Jittering aside he was actually normal enough, Crisp was just relieved they weren't drug related jitters honestly.
"So how silly do you guys feel?" Jon asked, tossing a fry in his mouth. Chelsea punched his arm.
"Not too silly actually." Alex shrugged, "It's not like anyone else was paying attention." If anything he was consistent.
"Now you guys just have to work on that other thing right?" Chelsea asked, laughing a bit. "Or did you not tell him about step two?"
Crisp gave a confused look to the possum then Alex. Step two? What step two? Alex choked a bit on whatever he was eating. "Shut up, I was only kidding!" he glared at the rodent and rolled his eyes.
"What's step two?" Erin asked before Crisp could.
"None of your business that's what!" Alex shot back, "It was a joke." Chelsea shrugged and stopped talking, but gave Crisp these knowing looks. The wolf looked around unsure of what to even do.
"What was it about?" Crisp asked quieter, not even sure if he wanted an answer.
Alex gave him a sad look and just shook his head, "Nothing serious and nothing I wanna bring up here."
"I'll vouch for him on that." Chelsea tossed in. "You can talk about it later."
Alex stood away from the table "Or now. You know he won't stop worrying until it's out in the open." he glared at Chelsea who shrugged and got her hair messed up by a grouchy lion. "Come on Crisp, we'll be right back." Alex assured him, walking over to the corner of the cafeteria by the windows. Crisp hurriedly followed close behind, gulping down a rather large bite painfully under-chewed.
The lion sighed and reclined against the wall getting straight to the point out of all earshot. "So you know how we were talking about things you'd like to do and I'd like to do and things you like and don't like and all that?" Crisp nodded but groaned at the idea that Chelsea knew anything about anything even remotely related to this topic. "Well...i remember how you were about getting embarrassed that first night, and what you told me and I was going to start teasing you by beginning PDA." he rubbed the back of his thick neck and looked all in all embarrassed behind his thick rimmed glasses.
Crisp blushed and looked back at the possum who did an over dramatic wave. The wolf felt his stomach drop. "What did you actually tell her though?" he asked, a bit miffed but too worried to be bothered acting like it.
Alex shook his head. "All I told her is that you don't like PDA." a grin crossed his face as he looked up at her, "It's actually kinda funny how much she thinks she knows, and how much she doesn't expect."
Crisp looked back up at the now laughing possum and almost immediately found it hilarious. "So long as that is all she knows."
Alex turned Crisp back to him with one gentle motion, "I wouldn't betray your trust over something so stupid rest assured." His eyes were large and serious. Crisp appreciated that as well as found it sexy as hell to be so close to those smoldering eyes. Smoldering? Was that an appropriate adjective? Crisp looked back at their firm stare, finding the calmness in them as well as the storm behind them. Smoldering was definitely a proper word.
Crisp gave Alex a firm hug and walked quickly back to their seats, trying not to think about the proximity and what that might do to his pants. He felt a firm squeeze on his butt just before he sat down, getting a playful and devious wink from Alex as he silenced a yelp and went on pretending Chelsea knew too much, and that he wasn't hard under the table. Alex's flicking tail didn't help much.
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Crisp blinked back his surprise, looking down into the box with fanatic interest. "These are for me?" he asked as timidly and as much as his jitters would allow. He almost forgot to feel bad that Alex had gotten him a gift and he had gotten the lion nothing in return. Granted it was a surprise and therefore there was no way he could have planned to counter the gift.
"Yep, all yours, I hope you like them, I just got a peak at your size in the closet so they should fit alright." Alex smiled, immensely proud of himself and happy that Crisp was acting as excited as he felt.
"I love them." Crisp said almost dreamily, pulling the first show out of the box with both paws top get a proper inspection from every angle he could find.
The shoes were bonified Converse high tops. The body of the shoe was a shimmering green, the laces were jet black. The interesting thing Crisp noted immediately about these shoes though, was the height. They were high tops for sure, but the tongue did not come up as high as his others did. That meant only one thing. "Did you custom make these?" He asked, meeting the smiling lion's eyes with dropped ears. He just nodded.
"Hope you like my taste." he chuckled. "I know I'm not the most imaginative guy, but I asked the guy at the store what custom options no one else would have because I wanted it to be special but not...overdone you know?" his ears dropped and he rubbed at the back of his neck, "Now that I'm looking at them again I can see why no one else would have them huh?"
Crisp just shook his head, trying not to get too emotional over shoes and Alex's effect and thought. "They're perfect." he said honestly, "I love them, thank you so much hun."
They both stopped, Alex smiled. Crisp didn't often find himself using pet names. It was sign enough for Alex that he had done well.
"No problem," the lion answered blithely. "I hope you wear them to the dance tomorrow." he added, smiling a toothy smile. Crisp was too distracted to notice, but the lion's eyes changed then, he was stalking prey blissfully unaware of the hunt. "You can try them on you know." he set the bait Crisp was all too eager to take. The lion watched Crisp step on eggshells slowly removing his current footwear. The painful care he took with the laces. Alex took notes.
"Aren't those the same socks you wore the last two days?" The lion added, tugging the line ever so gently as to not give himself away or startle the prey all to ready to bite. "New shoes new socks right?" He asked, taking a look into the box with a curious glace making the Wolf take another look and find the rest of the gift. Alex had to play Crisp up as a girlfriend at the store, but they were worth it.
"What are-" Crisp lifted the tall purple socks from their hiding place in the tissue paper. The lion could almost see Crisp shiver, but he couldn't tell if he imagined it. "Oh wow." Crisp said quietly, not to disturb the sanctity of the items in his paws.
"Thought you'd like those," Alex said, finally making a move forward, "I'm told they are extra soft." The lion was on one knee now, his one powerful paw pressing Crisp gently but insistently until he was seated on his bed. The wolf instantly recognized the trap and gulped. He felt a sudden awareness of everything around him as he focused on the moment. He felt his crotch twitch with anticipation.
Alex just carried on, not interrupted by Crisp in word or action. Again, a major improvement in its own way. With a practiced hand he guided the old socks off of their owner with surprisingly little resistance. He knew he would have to prolong the ordeal as much as possible for Crisp; at every opportunity. He could, from his kneeling position already smell the excitement in the air.
With each sock off he gently kissed the sole of each foot paw, dragging a moan or whimper or some sort from Crisp's throat. He was trying so hard to seem unaffected. It was more adorable and satisfying to see the look of painstaking concentration be shattered so instantaneously by Alex's touch.
"Such lovely feet." Alex complimented, kissing the heels now, then the tops. He ran his fingers between the toes and across the coarse pads.
Crisp was in heaven, still he managed to feel self-conscious about his own inclinations despite Alex's awareness and obvious abuse of them. "Sh-shut up." he grumbled between a whimper and a gasp. The lion had licked his foot! He closed his eyes and squeezed the sheets. It was too easy for Alex to get under his skin. Not that it was necessarily a problem in private cases like this one. Crisp just honestly worried about what shenanigans they might get into if Alex had been telling the whole truth about his desire for public affairs!
Alex moved patiently but steadily. His paws had undone the button and zipper on Crisp's pants and he was sliding the plush new socks over the wolf's first foot paw. He could feel the tension in Crisps leg, noticed the held breath and the release of every inhibition with a single gasping sigh when Alex had allowed the elastic to snap close to his knee. Crisp wiggled his toes in the socks, stretched them out and made blushing eye contact again, looking away quickly. With a grin Alex repeated his attack on the other foot, getting much the same reaction.
Crisp was dripping into his boxers. He cursed and thanked Alex again and again in his head until he was more worked up than before. This vulnerability was astounding. Being at Alex's mercy was somehow empowering because he had chosen to be there. There was a plan. He was in control of his powerless situation; one word away from stopping it if he so chose. The wolf had never felt so in control of his destiny before. He grabbed Alex by the sides of his face and pulled him up and into a wet kiss. Alex more than obliged. He had one paw down to Crisps butt before the wolf could lay all the way back, feline propped above him.
Crisp wanted this. He felt so free and so anxious it made his head spin. He pressed more into the kiss, hands feeling under Alex's shirt. He groped towards muscles that were slowly but surely becoming more familiar. The soft short fur that parted gently to his touch. The curve of his sides and the indent of his lower back. Alex felt more like Crisp's with each passing moment. Was it possible to submit and still take claim? He decided not to think about it too much.
Alex purred and moaned. No motion was squandered. With a well-trained set of paws, they were both down to shorts (and a single pair of socks) in moments. Sacrificing his grace for a mere moment, Alex had Crisp naked aside from the stockings.
They stared at each other, drinking in the refreshing details of each other. Crisp never truly got used to seeing Alex so entirely. He reminded the wolf of Greek art. Not the thin muscled kind or, really, any piece in particular, but in the tastefulness of his nudity. The lion simply had a beautiful form that Crisp was hard pressed to think of a single criticism about or a fur not drawn into something so primal.
Alex traced every detail of Crisp thoroughly. He was hard pressed to find any example of someone who was his complete package. Alex was of the mindset that beauty was passing and personal, every fur had their own beliefs as to what was beautiful and it was a word thrown around too often as a fact. Crisp was beautiful to him. Handsome in ways he found handsome. Funny and smart and kind which beat out talkative and over-achieving and stuck up any day of the week. These factoids about Crisps personality only cemented Alex's opinion of Crisps beauty. He took in every detail he could from the slight divot of his belly, to the shininess of his fur and the way even a slight grin made his canines poke out of his mouth. It was a lot to take in in such a short glance.
Their admirations were cut short by noticing each other looking. Alex puffed out his chest and stuck up his chin; Crisp looked away and tried fruitlessly to hide his red cheeks. The lion deflated, smiling gently and kissing Crisps forehead. There was hesitation in his eyes Alex could not mistake for anything else. "We can go as far as you want." he said gently. "I'm in no rush, even if you are this cute all the time and it leaves me needy." he teased.
Crisp gulped and looked up at the powerful lion, his boyfriend. He didn't want the moment to go to waste! He grabbed Alex's paw and stared into his eyes with a fire and frustration Alex had not ever seen before. "What is it?"
Now or never...
"I want to watch you jerk off again!" Crisp spat, not wanting to think about it too much or of the consequences. It was what was on his mind and he wanted it now.
Alex blinked off his surprise, quickly regaining composure. "Of course," he answered with a cocky grin, "But you have to return the favor." he countered, setting the shoes on the bed and lying beside the energetic canine. To his surprise, Crisp had himself naked before the lion even reached for his waistline. Aggressive scents flooded Alex's nose, Crisp was already dripping onto the bed and working his paw over his shaft.
Alex joined in as quickly as he could manage, they both reclined, watching each other and posing, aware of their own observation. Crisp sat with his legs splayed, his balls hoping up and down with Crisps ministrations. Alex could see Crisps toes curling in the stockings. Alex himself had laid back, his impressive form out for show entirely unobstructed.
Alex was the first to surrender. He had dripped pre until his knuckle and in a bit of show, licked it off, making Crisp moan. Alex continued to lick and suck on the finger, "Can I try something?" he asked then, Crisp abruptly stopped like deer in headlights, but nodded. The lion approached Crisp, resting over him and between his splayed legs. The wolf gulped and closed his eyes. It was childish but he couldn't help himself. Maybe Alex couldn't help himself either, he had no idea.
Then he felt the first shoe go on. He eyes shot open in a gasp and his mouth was quickly covered by a leonine paw which pushed him back silenced onto the bed. The lion was in complete control. Some part of Crisp knew he should panic but he also found it way too exciting. He gasped and panted into the paw, feeling the other paw clumsily tighten but probably not tie the laces. Crisp had to imagine and he couldn't see mush passed Alex's fingers.
"God you love that huh?" Alex taunted playfully, giving Crisp's member a few slow and firm squeezes. For a little guy Crisp was remarkably like a fire hose. Switching paws Alex repeated the motions and soon he had Crisp in his new shoes and panting for more. His scent begged Alex. Everything in the room smelled like their need.
Then the lion smiled, hefting Crisps legs up unto his own shoulders. Crisp looked up in surprise, panting incessantly. His view was remarkable. His own dick bobbed down towards him, his balls hanging above. Alex's body was perfect as ever, his barbed cock settled comfortably on the wolf's balls. There was a playful grin on the lions face, and jet black laces hung down from wonderfully green shoes.
It was a visual marvel Crisp was unsure he could ever compare anything else too. A drop of his own pre dripped down onto is cheek in a sort of agreement.
They didn't speak. Crisp had tried but Alex silenced him. With single, thick digit, a lot of spit and some pre, Alex began pressing his finger into Crisps rump. There was some resistance but it was met with a patient insistence. Crisp made a wide variety of noises, and to be entirely fair didn't last long. Alex wasn't to his knuckle on a single digit before Crisp came all over himself.
The lion in turn took his sweet time jerking off until he too came onto Crisp's willing and panting face. They took their time getting up to clean up, Alex having to go on ahead and check for a clear bathroom so Crisp could bear leaving the room with cum stains. The wolf had insisted with mock annoyance that Alex stop looking in on him in the shower. The lion didn't even feign compliance.
Under the sudsy water, Crisp smiled, entirely ok with his personal peeping tom.
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Every bad dance scene from every movie spun around his mind. The wolf was alone in the quad, the dance was only hours away and he had on his brand new shoes. He tapped them experimentally against the ground, surprised the sound carried quite a bit in the open space. Soon music was playing, starting quiet and gradually picking up a fuller bass and a faster tempo. He had the irrational need to flee rush through his head. He tried to move but his feet wouldn't listen.
No, his feet were fine. He felt them trying. It was the shoes! He looked down again, the sparkly green shoes tapping away to the building bass line. He was surrounded by furs, unable to stop tapping, and soon, as the music evolved, unable to stop dancing! He was actually dancing! Sort of... Crisp felt his feet moving fine, almost like every other fur but he could feel the worried look on his face and the lack of upper body participation in the unwilling jig.
Alex was there and so were Chelsea and Jon, although Jon had a Mohawk for some reason and Chelsea seemed to be enjoying herself even if she had said dances were lame. They danced with him, laughed at him and with him. Crisp wanted to get a look at Alex dancing, but couldn't seem to find the lion whenever the thought occurred to him.
The wolf soon found himself on center stage with no one he recognized and no real recollection of getting there. Everything was so bizarre and far away. The air also seemed way too bright for an after dark party and school funded lighting. He didn't know when he decided to get up there but he was in front of a couple hundred furs, dancing like an idiot, red in the cheeks and painfully embarrassed. He felt himself tearing up and hating the shoes that made him do this. Everyone was laughing and it was all becoming too much.
He looked around desperately for Alex or anyone who would get him off the stage. He didn't recognize a single face in the crowd. They were all faceless furs with dim glow sticks and an echoing voice. They all shared a single vocal essence in that terrifyingly large group. Every foot stomp, clap, cheer, scream and roar hit him like a brick.
The large chaos was soon sounding more and more like laughter. It started low like the music had, building power. The crown was starting to all point at him which made him groan. In front of the student body he was naked now, aside from the shoes, still dancing and on the verge of tears. He danced and danced, dick hardening to dangerous degrees until the teasing and embarrassment did its job and he climaxed....
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Crisp awoke with a start, Alex grumbled next to him, asking what was wrong. The wolf shook his head, still panting and hoping to god Alex wouldn't smell what had happened. "Just one hell of a dream." He tried to respond casually.
Alex just nodded sleepily, one paw patting Crisp's crotch, "I bet."