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Hello! After over a year, here is the next chapter of Weeds! This has been sitting half finished on my computer forever, but I just didn't have enough inspiration or time to finish it. So, hopefully you enjoy it! As usual, no minors or unauthorised use of my characters, or I will have to feast on your flesh in a public forum, and that is a lot of work that can just be easily avoided.

**Weeds

Chapter 6 - Hard Work **

The words flew out of Jason's mouth before he even had a plan. "I... uh... we... uhh..." He brain raced to come up with an explanation of why he and Ham were standing half naked and soaked outside of the house before the sun was even up. His eyes darted quickly to the frozen rabbit next to him, still turned the wrong direction. "We were hot, so we..."

"I took Jason out to the pond," Ham said, slowly turning around and staring at his feet. "He had been asking about it, so I figured I would show him.

Jason watched as Jack's angry face subdued closer to its regular disgruntled look. "Your clothes?"

"It was dark, and we couldn't find them all."

Jack looked back at Jason, who was still tugging down on Ham's too-small shirt. Jason could tell Jack wasn't buying any of it. He looked back at Ham.

"Don't leave again." The tall fox walked between them towards the house, turning the safety back on the rifle.

The two of them jumped as they heard the screen door slam. Ham held his stomach.

"You going to be sick again?" Jason asked.

Ham nodded as he turned around and slowly sauntered towards the house. Jason followed him.

When they got to the bedroom, Ham laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling like he had just witnessed someone die. "He knows," he whispered.

Jason sat down on the edge of his bed. "How could he know?"

Ham's eyes moved over to the fox's face. "He could he not?"

"I don't think he does. I was looking at him the whole time. I think he thinks something is up, but I don't think he knows what."

"That's as good as him knowing. He knows everything. And what he doesn't know, he finds out."

They sat in silence.

"So, no more sneaking out then?" Jason said, trying to thin the thickness of the air in the room.

Ham just slowly shook his head.

Jason placed a paw on the rabbit's shin. "Don't worry."

The words were hollow to Ham's ears though. Jason stood up and pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and slipped them on before lying down on his own bed.

"No...more. Ok?" Ham whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "No more anything."

Jason wondered what "anything" meant, but he figured it was a bad time to ask, so he let the conversation end so they could try to get a few hours of sleep before they had to start to work again.

*****

Ham's words had proven to be the plan of action. There was very little of anything going on between them for the next few days. Even talking had landed in the only- if-necessary category and didn't go much past "Can you hand me that?"

Jack had fulfilled Ham's words as well. Ham and Jason had found evidence of him snooping around in their room, and he had given them jobs together within eye and ear shot of himself for the last few days, paying special attention to them. It came at the cost of being less efficient at his work, which proved to be a bit of a comic relief for the two as Jack accidentally rolled a tractor into a ditch while listening in to their brief comments on the thick corn stalks. But, once Jack made them push it back out of the ditch, they weren't laughing very hard.

Frustrated with not getting the answers he was looking for at the compromise of his pride in meticulous, clean work, Jack's interest in the two of them eventually fell, and he was back to his arid, withdrawn self.

When he sent the two of them to inspect a fence at the other side of the farm while he stayed back to work on an engine with Sammy, Jason used it as an opportunity to do his own probing.

"So..." Jason said, as they walked along the fence.

"So..." Ham said, knowing what he was about to ask.

"Do you regret it?"

Ham paused. "I don't know."

"Well..." Jason said, slowly walking ahead. "Would you do it again?"

Ham swallowed. "I... uhh..."

"I mean, if you knew you wouldn't get caught?"

Ham looked back towards the barn where Jack and Sammy where, then sprinted up to where Jason was to catch up. "Maybe." He looked down at his feet. "Would you?"

"Yeah, probably." Jason smiled.

Ham smiled too, but still kept his head down. "Me too. But not now. Not for a while. Not until Jack doesn't think something is up anymore."

"Yeah. That's a good point."

They reached the crooked post that Jack had wanted them to fix.

"I thought you said you weren't... gay," Ham said, as he wiggled the loose piece of wood.

"I'm not. Well... not really."

Ham looked at him.

"Ok," Jason said. "Maybe I am. I dunno. Maybe I'm just really horny. Maybe I'm gay. Weird things happen when the only women you see are relatives."

"Oh." Ham pushed the post back to where it should be and watched it slowly fall back down.

"I mean," Jason said, realizing he hurt Ham's feelings. "You're nice, and I like you and you're totally not like a last resort or anything... I just... I dunno. I have never really liked dick all the much."

Ham pulled the post back and started kicking the loose dirt into the hole around it. "So..." Ham wedged the tip of his boot down into the hole to pack down the dirt and gave the pole another wiggle before kicking more dirt in. "Then why do you like mine?"

"I don't. ... I mean, I do... but I don't." Jason looked at the frustrated face of Ham as he stomped down the dirt again. "Like... Uhhg. Look, I don't know, man. This is pretty new to me."

"Well, I like yours." Ham said, patting down the last of the dirt. "A lot." He looked up at the Fox, who was blushing under his fur.

"Thanks."

"And I like the rest of you a lot too."

Jason smiled nervously. "That's good, I think."

"When you said you loved me last night..." Ham said, stepping a little closer to Jason.

"Well, I meant as a friend, really."

"Oh." Ham's ears turned down.

"You're a cool guy, Ham. I just..."

"Let's go back before Pop thinks we're up to something again."

"Ok."

They walked back in silence. Ham had a feeling like heart burn in his chest as he replayed the conversation in his head. Jason wasn't sure how to feel as he trailed the rabbit. By the time he had something to say, they were already back at the barn, so it would have to wait until the next time they were alone, which didn't happen until that night.

It had been an hour since the last light had been turned off in the house. The heat was still showing no mercy, and the windows stayed wide open. It had been days without rain, but the humidity was still as strong as ever.

Ham had fallen asleep much earlier, but Jason was having no luck. He laid spread out on his bed, watching the shadows of the curtains shift around the room as the light breeze tossed them gently. A lost firefly had found itself in the room, and

Jason tried to spot it in the darkness, until it would light up at the other side of the room. As it flashed past the sleeping rabbit, Jason sat up.

With the patience of a monk, he slowly got out of his bed, minding the creak of the bed and the old floor boards. He crept over to Ham's bed and looked over him.

Ham's eyes opened and he stared up at the fox standing next to his bed. He rolled over, confused at what he was doing. Jason crawled onto the mattress next to Ham, balancing himself on the very edge of the bed. Ham scooted over, but Jason stayed where he was.

"What... what are you doing?" Ham whispered, squinting at the fox, trying to figure out if he was sleep walking.

Jason turned to look at Ham. "I can't sleep."

The fox rolled over so that they were now both facing each other.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Ham asked, a little annoyed that his sleep had been disturbed.

"Talk with me?"

"About what?"

"Us?"

Ham turned to look at the shut bedroom door. He shook his head. "Please?" Jason asked.

"Why?"

"Because I can't sleep."

"Fine," Ham said, softening his voice so Jason could almost not hear it. "But be quiet about it."

"Ok," Jason replied with the same softness.

"What is keeping you up?"

"I don't know. I'm really confused."

"I know. You already told me."

"But it's getting worse."

"Well, maybe you should think about it more."

"I have been, and that's why I can't sleep."

"Shhhh," Ham said, putting a finger to his lips as Jason got louder.

"Sorry, I have been thinking about it, and it just gets worse."

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know..."

Ham rolled his eyes. He caught a glimpse of the firefly flash near the dresser.

"I..." Jason whispered. "Do... do you... love me?"

Ham paused and looked back at the fox. "I think so."

"Like, love-love? Like, not friend love?"

Ham nodded.

"OK." Jason looked away. "What does it feel like?"

Ham shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well, how do you know then?"

"I just... do? Like, you make me happy when I see you. And I don't want that to go away ever."

"Oh."

"Do you love me?"

Jason looked at the rabbit and sighed. "I... I..."

"It's fine," Ham said, hoping to lessen the sting if it wasn't the answer he wanted. "Don't worry about it."

"I've never been in love before."

"Neither have I."

"So, how do I know?"

Ham looked at the fox. "I don't have an answer for you."

Jason sighed again, and rolled over back onto the side of the bed. "Can I sleep here tonight?"

Ham looked over at the door again, then back at the distressed fox. "We have to be careful, remember?"

Jason discretely bit his lip and nodded. He carefully sat back up and slipped out of the bed, and returned to his own, facing away from Ham.

Ham slid a paw over to the warm spot where the fox had been. 'Idiot. Stupid, idiot,' he called himself in his head. 'Dumb, stupid, idiot.'

*****

When Ham woke up the next morning, he was alone in the room. He sat up and looked around. Jason almost never woke up before him, so he knew something was up. He quickly climbed out of bed and walked to the door, opening it a crack and looking out. The hallway was empty. He jumped into some clothes and went out.

Sally and Becky were in the kitchen when he went downstairs.

"Have you seen Jason?" Ham asked, trying to show as little concern in his voice as he could.

"He's helping Pa out by the barn," Becky said as she placed the crust of her toast back on her plate.

Ham felt both relieved and tense. "Ok." He calmly walked out the door and headed for the barn.

He rounded the corner and saw Jack standing alone, messing with a large cracked plastic barrel. "Hey Pop... Becky said Jason was out here helping you."

"Chains," The older fox said without even looking up.

Ham turned around and headed towards a large shed. He could see Jason inside.

"Hey," Ham said, as he got to the door.

"Hey," Jason said, looping a chain around a metal hook on the wall.

"Why are you up so early?"

Jason turned around, visibly tired. "Couldn't sleep, remember?"

"Oh. Yeah." Ham looked down and kicked a bolt he saw on the ground. "I was worried. I thought you-"

"I'm fine. Just tired." Jason lifted up another length of heavy chain and wrapped it around the hook with a grunt. "Can you help me?"

"Oh!" Ham said, jumping in to help lift up the chain. "Yeah, sorry."

Jason avoided eye contact with Ham, and he noticed.

"Are... are you angry?" Ham said, bending his head down to try and look at his face.

"No." Jason said, bending down for the start of another chain. "Just tired. Really tried."

"I'm sorry," Ham said. "I just..."

"It's fine. Just had a lot on my mind."

"I'm sorry," Ham said to the annoyed looking fox. "Look, don't worry about it. Just forget the whole thing ever happened. I'll just move on, and we don't have to think about it, and it'll-"

"Just stop," Jason grunted, dropping the chain in frustration, making it rattle against the floor. "Stop it, ok?"

"Ok." Ham looked like a kicked puppy. "Sorry."

"Stop apologizing!" Jason barked, flashing some teeth. "Stop trying to make it like it never happened. It's happened. OK?"

Ham felt trapped in the small shack and his eyes darted towards the door.

"You apologize too much."

"Sorr-"

"NO!"

Ham's ears fell to his sides.

"Yes." Jason said softly, as he bent down to pick up the chain again.

Ham was confused. "W-what?"

Jason sighed, as he avoided eye contact again. "Yes. That is my answer. From last night." He looked up at the rabbit.

Ham's mouth was open but he didn't make a noise. Suddenly he felt the fox's lips. He kissed back, still in shock. Then he felt two paws on his chest shove him back.

Jack walked up to the shed a few moments later.

"Just a few more," Jason said as he picked up the start of another chain.

Jack nodded and walked away.

"How are we going to make this work?" Jason whispered when he was sure Jack was far away.

"I don't know," Ham said. "You really mean it though?"

Jason let a smile across his face as he finished the chain.

Ham grinned widely.

"Now, hide that," Jason said, gesturing to the lump in Ham's pants, "And let's figure it out later, ok?" Jason walked past Ham, his fingers brushing against the rabbit's palm.

Ham stuffed his hands in his pockets and shifted the strained material, emerging a few moments later.

They heard a loud yell and a bang coming from beside the barn. They ran over and saw Jack kicking the broken barrel away with a grunt. There was a wad of wet ducktape sitting in the middle of a large wet spot in the dirt.

"Need a new barrel," Jack mumbled to Ham as he dug out his wallet, and handed him a credit card, then the keys to the truck. "Two if they got 'em."

Ham nodded and Jason and him started for the truck.

"Jason stays," Jack said gruffly. "Got work to do."

"But I need him to help carry the barrels. I can't carry two at a time," Ham said, turning around.

"Carts."

"I'd need two carts."

Jack's mouth twitched. With a displeased grunt he waved them off.

They quickly walked off before he changed his mind.

"Sheesh," Jason said as they doors shut.

"Yeah," Ham said, starting the old truck. With a chug, it came to life and they were quickly on the dirt road outside of the farm.

Ham hadn't driven since the last time, and his skills seemed to have gotten worse. Jason quickly found the claw holes he had set in the seat from before as they sped down the dusty road.

"What made you decide?" Ham said, concentrating on the straight road ahead like someone about to shoot pool.

"Well," Jason said, trying to loosen up a little as he realized how tense he was. "This morning, I was sitting up in bed, and I thought about going out and into the living room because I was getting bored of counting the floor boards- 87 if you wanted to know- and I got up, and I walked to the door, and I looked back at you, and I didn't want to go anymore because you weren't down there. And, I guess... well... HAM!"

The rabbit looked back at the road and saw a large corn field headed straight for them, as he swerved back onto the road. "Sorry..."

"It's ok. Just... don't kill us."

"Trying. But you were saying?" Ham said, darting his eyes between the fox and the road.

"Well, I didn't want to go because you weren't there, and it's kind of like you said last night; I don't want that feeling to go away. And I get a feeling with you. And I guess that is love."

Ham gripped tightly onto the steering wheel, happy, and feeling like he wanted to cry. "I don't know what to say..."

"It's ok," Jason said, reaching up for one of Ham's paws.

As Ham slid if paw into Jason's, the truck swerved into the other lane of the road, and Ham quickly yanked it back to the wheel. "Whoops..."

Jason laughed, which made Ham laugh.

"Wait..." Ham said, thinking. "But... you were gone this morning when I woke up?"

"Oh, yeah..." Jason said. "Well, I went back to sit on my bed, and then I really, really had to pee. So, I went to go up, and right as I closed the bedroom door behind me, Jack pops out of the bathroom and said 'Good, you're up. We have work to be done.' Or something. I was so tired, I'm not really sure what he said, but before I knew it he was telling me to get dressed and he sent me over to sort out chains in the shed."

"Oh... ok."

"I would have stayed though."

Ham smiled. "Thanks."

"So, does that mean we're a couple now?"

"I guess so."

"Not quite 'Facebook official' though," Jason chuckled.

"I don't have a facebook," Ham said, nervously, not sure what the joke meant.

"Oh. Never mind. It was a joke," Jason tried to explain. "You see, when a couple wants to be public that they're together, they change their facebook to say they're together, and... Just never mind."

"Ok."

"I don't even get good enough reception here to get onto it to show you what I mean," Jason said, pulling out his phone and flicking on the screen. "It's really pretty dumb, I guess... now that I think about it."

"Yeah."

"You'd get it if you had one."

"Ok."

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

They sat awkwardly in silence for a while.

"Isn't that our turn?" Jason said, pointing ahead.

Ham swerved over to the exit just in time. They zoomed into the parking lot and stopped with a jerk before getting out and heading into the large store again.

Jason followed Ham as they walked past the large isles of equipment. He let Ham walk a little ahead before saying "You keep going. I want to look at something. I'll meet you at the barrels" and taking a turn into an isle.

Ham sighed and kept going, pushing a large cart in front of him. He reached the stacks of barrels and wrangled one into the cart before the fox popped up behind him.

"Back!" Jason said, holding a pack of undershirts.

Ham looked at him funny. "You could have just waited. I was going to pick some up too."

"Beat you too it. These are yours." He tossed both packages into the barrel and picked up another one. "Ready?"

"Yeah..." Ham said, looking over the impatient fox. "Are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah! Just fine."

Ham nodded, not quite buying it, and then started pushing the cart away. Jason followed, trying to keep a firm grip on the wide barrel.

They purchased the barrels and loaded them into the truck, and were back on the road in no time. Ham had noticed that Jason was still acting weird.

"You sure you are ok?" Ham asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second. "You seem kinda... jumpy or something."

"I'm fine. Really."

"Ok..."

Jason's eyes darted around the highway in front of him. He was quietly focusing on something, bouncing his knee. Then his ears perked up.

"Who owns that farm?" Jason asked, pointing to a rusty looking silo coming closer.

"No one. It's been abandon for years. Bad soil or something according to Pa."

"So..." Jason said, bouncing his knee again. "It's empty?"

"Yeah," Ham said, confused at why Jason cared.

"Can we go look at it?"

"Why?" Ham said, looking back at the fox. "Pa knows how long it takes to go to the store. We can't really waste time."

"Please? I want to see another farm. Plus, we were quick in the store, so we have some time."

Ham bit his lip. "Can't you just go across the street when we get home?"

"I thought a tornado destroyed it?"

"Oh yeah..." Ham said.

"Please?" Jason said, watching as the road to the farm passed them. His ears lowered.

Ham tapped his finger on the steering wheel and looked at the clock on the radio. He pushed on the breaks a little too strongly, and made Jason lurch forward. He spun the truck around on the road, almost ending up in the ditch, and headed back towards the road with Jason beaming.

"Just five minutes. Or else Pa will suspect something."

"That's fine," Jason said, looking like he was about to jump out of the truck.

Ham pulled up between the old buildings in need of paint. They got out.

"There isn't much here. And it's not much different than ours." Ham said, watching as Jason moved closer to the barn, and peeking inside the cracked door.

"Come on," Jason said, waving Ham inside.

Ham watched the fox disappear, and he looked around before following reluctantly. He walked into the old barn and looked around. As his eyes adjusted, he still couldn't see Jason anywhere. He walked a little further in. "Jason?"

"Over here!"

Ham turned to see Jason standing in an old hay loft. He could see his silhouette against the cracks of light through the old barn wall. He walked forward and tripped over something. He looked down and could make out a new pair of jeans. He picked them up. "Weird. Look, I just found a new pa-... Oh."

Jason watched the rabbit as he stroked his hard dick. "You going to join me or not? We only have five minutes."

Ham dropped Jason's pants and quickly started undoing his own. "M-maybe ten... I don't think he'd notice five minutes extra."

Ham stumbled over to the fox as he kicked off his jeans and wrapped his arms around him, smashing their lips together. Ham felt a tongue enter his mouth as his cock sprung to life and slid between Jason's legs.

Jason's paw glided down and grabbed the base of Ham's cock, making him moan. They broke the kiss with a gasp as Jason pulled the thick cock up between his legs, dragging the tip along his own cock. His other paw joined in as they moved up and down the long length. Ham tensed up; the sensation new and amazing to him.

Jason got down to his knees and lined the wide tip to his lips. Unsure of what he was doing he just tried to shove as much of the cock into his muzzle as he could without gagging. Ham jumped as he felt the warm wetness slide over his head. Ham could feel his orgasm slowly growing.

"Oh fuck!" The inexperience rabbit said as he tried to hold back and last a little longer.

Jason choked as his throat unexpectedly filled with hot, thick jizz. The fox quickly pulled off, cum leaking down his chin, coughing as wide drops fell from his mouth to the ground.

"Oh god, sorry!" Ham said, getting down on his knees to make sure Jason was alright.

The fox coughed again, his eyes watering. He gave a thumbs up, wiping off some of the cum from his face. He looked down at Jason's cock, still slowly leaking. "It's my first time too, remember?"

"Can I make it up to you?" Ham said, rubbing his shoulder.

With a cough, "Well..." Jason reached over and picked up a bottle. "Yeah, actually."

Ham recognized the medical lubricant bottle from the store. "When did you get that?"

"Just now."

"But you didn't buy it with our stuff..."

Jason shrugged.

Ham's eyes went wide. "Oh my god! If they catch you, Pop's going to kill you. If you get us kicked out the store forever... Oh man. What the hell?" Ham was getting more and more angry. "Why would you do that? Oh my god!" Ham stood up and started pacing nervously. "They have cameras. They're going to find out!"

"Calm down!" Jason said, moving over to Ham, putting his paws on his shoulders. "I went through a klepto phase when I was 14. I know what I'm doing. They didn't have cameras. I never get caught. And I only steal stuff they won't notice is missing."

"But why did you steal it?"

Jason shrugged. "We needed it."

Ham looked at Jason and at the bottle on the ground. "I'm not so sure we do anymore." Ham pulled away from the fox.

"Oh, don't be like that!"

Ham went to pick up his clothes.

"Ham! Ham. Please?" Jason went over to him. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

Ham looked over at the fox. He had his arms open for a hug. He rolled his eyes and let Jason hug him.

He felt a kiss on his neck and a paw slide down to his ass. "But, it couldn't hurt to use it... you know."

Ham's cock pulsed. He felt Jason's hard dick against his thigh and pictured the fox fucking his ass. He bit his lip and nodded.

Jason smiled as he ran back for the bottle. He popped open the top and squirted a glob of the clear gel onto the tip of his cock, and another on his finger. Ham turned around and bent over, lifting his tail into the air.

He felt the cold gel get pushed between his cheeks, and a finger roughly trying to make its way inside. "Relax a bit" Jason said, and just like that, his finger slipped in.

Ham pushed his face into the hay covered ground, biting his lip. He had never had anything inside of him before, and it felt amazing. He tilted his head back to look at the fox's face, as he concentrated on getting as much lube inside the rabbit as possible. Ham was fully hard again.

Jason moved closer to Ham's ass. The rabbit jumped as he felt the tip press between his cheeks. It felt thicker than he imagined.

"Ready?" Jason asked, to which he got a reluctant nod from the rabbit.

"Holy SHIT!" Ham yelled, being stretched from the sudden entrance of Jason.

"Sorry!" Jason said, pulling back out, making Ham wince again. "Are you ok?"

Ham loosened the grip of the fist-fulls of dirt and straw. "Just... just go a little slower."

"Guess I got a little carried away. This isn't like porn at all."

Ham felt Jason line up again, and took a deep breath, focusing on trying to be as loose as possible. He bit down on his lip as the fox thrust forward slowly again. A splitting plain shot through him, but the feeling of being filled felt incredible.

"How does it feel?" Jason asked, pausing and looking down at the rabbit spread out in front of him.

"Amazing," Ham said with a grunt. "How about you?" Ham clenched down on Jason's cock.

The fox couldn't answer as he gasped, arching forward in pleasure from the sudden extreme tightness. "....fuck."

Ham unclenched, and felt the cock slide deeper into him, making his own cock jump to life and dribble down his chest. Ham moaned as he clenched down again.

Jason was panting as he shoved deeper into the rabbit until their hips touched. The fox paused to catch his breath before pulling out, making Ham moan once more. A huff, and the fox pushed back in, making the rabbit shiver. Then again, and again until Jason had worked up a pace, making Ham claw at the dirt ground again, mumbling under his breath.

"Ham..." Jason said, feeling his balls tighten close to his body. "I... I'm going to cu-"

The fox lurched forward, pushing Ham's face into the ground, and with a deep exhale, dumped his pent-up load deep into the rabbit. Ham felt the warm cum pump inside as he tightened down, making Jason fall on top of him, the fox's arms wrapping around his chest, bumping his rock hard cock against his stomach.

Ham felt the fox's snout dig into his back as a paw quickly starting pulling on his longing shaft. Jason's cock still twitched inside Ham's ass, and the rabbit felt the build up inside of him as his second orgasm hit him, leaving a pool of cum dripping into the hay beneath them.

They panted, stuck in their embrace. Jason gave one last tug to Ham's cock, kissed the rabbit's back, and then slowly pulled out. Ham felt a little dribble of cum drip down his thigh.

"That was... really fucking good," Jason said, sitting back up.

"Same." Ham turned around, laying on his back to look up at the nude panting fox.

Jason leaned down and hovered over the rabbit, looking into his large eyes.

Ham lifted his head and kissed the fox on the lips with a smile. The smell of sex lingered heavily in the barn.

"Bet you're glad I stole that lube now, aren't you?" Jason said, breaking the kiss.

"I'm still mad you did it... but..."

Jason felt the rabbits cock pulse between them, and he laughed. "As much as I'd love to use up the whole bottle, you were right about only having so long before we will be suspected."

Ham snapped back into reality, realizing he was lying in a pool of cum and dirty straw that was now sticking to him. "Uh oh..." he said, sitting up, pulling strings of sticky mess with him.

Jason looked around and spotted and old shirt on a peg in the loft above them. "Just a sec."

The nude fox ran over to the wooden ladder and made his way up, careful to not get a splinter on anything delicate.

Ham stood up, taking a break from the nice view to look around for his clothes in the dimly lit barn. 'I can't believe we just did that,' he thought to himself, flexing his asshole and wincing at the soreness. He started to get hard again as he pulled on his jeans.

Jason climbed up to the loft and carefully walked across the aging planks. He reached for the shirt and heard a mumble behind him. He froze as he saw something move in the corner of his eye. About three feet from where he was standing was a head. Jason stood on his tip-toes, and could see that it was a large, old bear in a pair of worn out jeans, sleeping next to a half empty bottle of something with the label ripped off. The bear's arm was buried deep into the jeans, and at his feet was a large shot gun. The bear's nose twitched, and he mumbled again.

He quickly grabbed the shirt, and carefully stepped back towards the ladder, which he quietly went down. He walked over to Ham as he finished stuffing his cock in his jeans, handed him the shirt, and looked back up at the loft, holding a finger to his lips.

"We need to go... now," he whispered, pointing towards the door.

"Wh-" Ham started to ask, but was interrupted by a paw over his mouth.

Jason pointed to the barn door again, as he grabbed his clothes and the lube bottle and walked quickly out. Ham followed, using the shirt to wipe off his back.

Jason got into the truck, still naked, and motioned to the confused rabbit to get in. Ham pulled his shirt on and joined him.

"Drive," Jason said, still looking at the barn.

Ham fumbled with the keys, turned on the truck, and looked at the fox still staring at the barn.

"Go!" Jason yelled when he realized they weren't moving.

Ham slammed on the gas, and the truck halted forward, slamming the two barrels into the back. They zoomed onto the highway, and Jason watched as the barn disappeared behind a hill.

"That was close..."

"Uh..." Ham said, looking quickly between the fox and the road. "Are you going to tell me what was going on?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, turns out that there was a giant drunk guy with a shot gun up there... we almost died," Jason said, ending with a nervous chuckle.

"What? Really? Was he like watching or something?"

"No, he was sleeping or passed out or something, but it looked like he was about to wake up."

"Whoa. Guess we should have looked around a bit more."

"Yeah, I guess." Jason laughed.

"Wait... does that mean I just used some homeless guy's shirt as a cum rag?" Ham looked down at the old shirt between them. "Eww..."

"Yeah... I guess so. He's probably going to be pissed when he wakes up." Jason picked up the shirt, looked at it, then rubbed the shirt on his sticky crotch before tossing it out the window.

"I can't believe you just did that," Ham said.

"What? I'll take a shower when we get home. The shirt wasn't that dirty."

"Not that... I mean... well, all of it."

"Yeah, I'm kind of a little in shock too. Not sure what my friends would think of me if they knew I fucked a guy." Jason shifted in his seat, trying to maneuver himself back into his jeans.

"Well...I really liked it," Ham said, watching the fox's package bounce as he tried to bend backward to pull his jeans up.

Jason chuckled. "Thanks. Uhh... Ham!"

The truck switched back onto the road.

"Sorry..."

Jason zipped up his jeans and pulled on his shirt. "I really liked it a lot too. Not exactly how I thought my first time would go, but I'm glad that it was with you."

Ham blushed. "Now we just have to pretend it never happened." His ears sagged.

"Yeah..."

There was silence in the car for a while.

"We'll make it work out," Jason said. "Somehow."

Ham just kept his eyes on the road.

Soon they were pulling up to the house. Jack wasn't anywhere to be seen, which was good because that meant he wasn't waiting for them. They hopped out of the truck and started unloading the barrels. As they rolled them towards the barn, Jack came out.

"Over by the tractor."

They moved them near where the old cracked ones sat, and Ham handed the credit card back to his father.

"Go find your sisters. Tell 'em to come here." Jack said, looking over the new barrels. The older fox sniffed around, smelling something, then sniffed the barrels.

Ham nodded and walked away, followed by Jason.

Jason looked down and noticed a large wet spot on the seat of Ham's jeans. He looked over at a muddy puddle from where Jack had emptied out the last of the water from the cracked barrels, and then back at Jack, who had his back turned to them. He quickly ran up to Ham, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him down into the water.

"GAHH!" Ham yelled when he hit the cold water on his sore end.

"Ham! That was a nasty trip!" Jason cried as he jumped to the rabbit's side before the rabbit could say anything. "Are you ok? Let's get you back to the house and cleaned up."

The confused rabbit was pulled up from the mud and led by the fox, who looked back at Jack from the corner of his eye. He was watching with his usual stoic demeanor before returning to the barrels.

As they cleared the barn door, Jason looked at the pissed off rabbit. "Sorry dude, but you were... uhh... leaking... back there.

Ham's eyes got wide as he felt his wet bottom. "Then... uh... thanks. I guess."

"Anytime," he said, winking. "But you're going to need new pants for sure now."

"You think?"

"Guess I should have just pulled out."

"I kinda liked it."

"Dude... that's gay."

"Says the guy who just came in my ass."

"Touché."

Ham looked around, and gave a quick peck on the cheek to the fox. Jason blushed and tried to hide his smile.

"We'll make it work."