Into The Night
Your stereotypical teenage angst and your even-more-stereotypical teenage coupling packaged into a nice and neat one-shot.
A quick and stereotypical love story I wrote to clear my head. This was just a little break from my main series. Think of it as writing practice. Based LOOSELY off the song The Suburbs, by Arcade Fire. I wrote this to allow Lee and Max to be any fur you wanted them to be, by the by.
I'm gonna level with you. This is furry and gay. If you like that stuff, then stay a while. If that's not your thing? Scram.
Psssst, you eighteen? No? Then get out. Go. Shoo. There's nothing here for you.
In the suburbs, I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving
Lee had always been a part of my suburban life. Shortly after I was born, my parents bought a nice house in an even nicer part of town, and Lee's parents had done the same. We would have play-dates when we were young. Our families would let us go to one another's houses and horse around while our parents would relax in the kitchen and drink expensive wines. We would build forts, tell each other scary stories, and wage war against unseen foes. Those were the golden days, when we didn't have a care in the world.
We were inseparable. That is, until school began. We found different friends and stuck around different parts of the playground. Lee would be out in the field with the other boys, tossing a ball around. I chose to stick next to the monkey bars. With each year that passed, our time spent together had lessened more and more. By middle school, he was just a face I recognized in a crowd of students. If you asked me how I knew Lee when I was this age, I would tell you we were neighbors. Nothing more, nothing less. Our parents still went over to each other's houses of course, swapping stories about how we were doing. My parents told Lee's that I had joined the drama club. They told mine Lee had joined the school's baseball team. Stuff like that.
I told my parents I was gay my final year of middle school. By that point I had no doubt in my mind that I was different from the other boys. I guess some part of me just knew that I had to come clean. To me, it was effortless. To my parents, heartbreaking. I remember walking up to my mom the next evening while she was cooking dinner and asking her if she still loved me. I hated making her cry. That was the third longest hug she had ever given me.
I'm sure my parents had broken the news to Lee's some time during that year. We were paired up in P.E. when he asked me "how I knew". I shrugged and told Lee that it "just felt right". We both knew so much about each other through our parents' grapevine. Maybe that's why I felt so comfortable talking to him my sophomore year of high school. I knew what extracurricular activities he took part in, his hobbies, and his habits. He knew what play I was in, who my friends were, and even what shows I liked. The way we talked to one another made it feel like we had always been friends, even though we had walked such different paths. I always felt uncomfortable talking with him around our peers. He was an athlete and I was the gay drama geek. Who was I to take up more of his time than I already was?
Lee's mother died our third year of high school. Her brain aneurysm ruptured during one of his baseball games and she never arrived to pick him up. I remember my mom having to explain to me what had happened. Apparently our parents had known about her aneurysm for years now. That was the second longest hug I had ever received from her. I still hated seeing her cry.
After that point, everyone in our grade knew Lee as "the boy whose mom had died". Everyone felt bad for Lee, including me. I could see it in his eyes how much he hated the attention. I remember walking over to his house with my mom a week after the funeral. My mom had begun baking food for them to ease their stress. His house was a disaster without her. While my mother consoled the grieving man, I had planned to do the same for Lee. I had prepared a speech of sorts, to try and cheer him up and get him back to school. His room had changed so much since I had last visited. Instead of superheroes and figurines, his shelves were lined with trophies and posters of athletes.
He looked so miserable on his bed. Lee looked like he had ran out of tears. I could see so much hate and pain in his heart. As soon as I saw him, my own heart began to break. The pep-rally I had prepared for him seemed so futile. Somehow I just knew that he didn't want my pity, so I sat there and listened to him. He blamed everyone. My family, his dad, me, even his own mom for not telling him. For not being there for him. And I just sat there, listening. Before I left I looked him in the eyes and told Lee that "I didn't think his mom wanted him to live like this."
I think that's why he stayed close to me at school. I didn't treat him as the kid whose mom died. He was just Lee, the kid who I had known my entire life, and I was simply Max, the boy who had been there for him. We started going over to each other's houses again, like the play-dates of old times. Things weren't as golden, but it was good to call him a friend again.
I remember his dad thanking me for cheering Lee up. I told the man that I had nothing to do with it. I don't remember if I was being chivalrous or if I actually believed I had no part in Lee's mental health. After that, I was welcome over whenever I wanted to. While Lee's dad worked on weekends, we would spend the entire day together playing video games and talking about our peers.
When Lee turned eighteen he started driving around his mom's minivan. He named it after her, Laura. We drove everywhere together during our senior year. To us, the destination didn't matter. We were so sick of the suburban life that caged us that anywhere was better a more exciting place than home. I remember driving up to the top of a large hill that overlooked our high school. It was getting dark, but the town still looked bright and alive. He asked me if I liked anyone. I told him "no". The truth was far more complicated. I just didn't know how was I supposed to tell Lee that I was starting to fall for him.
I always attended his baseball games. He wasn't the best player, but I wasn't the best actor either. Our peers always asked us why we hung out so much. It was simple to us. We were childhood friends. One day the two of us decided to just leave. We wanted to spend a whole day, just us. We didn't care where we went, just as long as we could escape these dreaded suburbs. We got in his minivan and drove. We only stopped to refill our tank at the final gas station before 'No Man's Land'. That's what Lee and I had nicknamed the edge of our town. From that point on it was just flat country land and twisting roads. I remember watching Lee stroll through the small mini-mart from inside the van. Just watching him from afar set my heart racing. I was smitten with the man, and I decided enough was enough. I swore to myself that when Lee came back I would confess... but... as I watched Lee return with a large bag full of soda and candy, I had lost the nerve. I guess I just didn't want to lose him as a friend. I didn't know where we were going, and I didn't care. I just wanted to be next to him.
We drove until nightfall, choosing to park overnight in a decommissioned state parking lot. It was connected to a small river and a few picnic benches. We had taken out all of Laura's back seats and replaced them with a large inflated mattress. It was a little cramped back there, but we made do. We talked about what we were going to do after we graduated, what we wanted our futures looked like, stuff like that. We both lay on that mattress for some time, looking up at the stars the the van's tiny roof window. It was like our own little portal to the unexplored.
Lee had left the key in the engine so we could listen to the radio. It was just us, the stars, and the music. At one point we both grew really quiet. The two of us just lay there, appreciating the stillness of the air. I lay there, just staring at him as he looked up at the sky. I remember him breaking that silence, pointing up at the sky and shouting 'shooting star!' over and over. I told him I hadn't seen it. Whether I fully believed him or not, Lee said it didn't matter. He persisted that we should still try closing our eyes and making a wish.
I can't believe I fell for that. Even more so, I can't believe he fooled me for all those years. I guess I never doubted Lee when it came to that kind of thing. I had chalked it up to different interests all that time. But when his lips wrapped around mine I realized just how much our interests overlapped. We kissed for a long time. Neither of us had a single clue what we were doing, but we were learning together. There were mistakes, tongues were bit, but above all there was laughter. We were both so happy. I remember breaking the kiss multiple times to keep ask him things like: 'Why didn't you tell me?' or 'Since when?'
He wouldn't respond. He'd just shut me up with another kiss. Our shirts came off at one point. The pants were a bit harder in such a confined space but we managed. We just lay there for a bit after that, talking. Turned out Lee had been planning this for more than a year. He had just never worked up the courage. I couldn't blame him, nor did I want to. I was just happy to be there, in his arms.
Turns out he didn't just buy snacks at the gas station either. Lee placed a condom in my hand and asked me if I wanted to go all the way with him. He told me he was clean and already prepped. Honestly, that was all the encouragement I needed. He helped me get fully hard. The touch of his hand on my member was so new and exciting. The rubber felt strange around my cock. I remember looking behind me just to make sure no one was there to watch us. I was so paranoid! My mind kept racing, shouting "Don't fuck this up! Don't fuck this up!"
He lay on his back with his feet suspended in the plastic cup holders on either side of the van. Lee talked me through the steps, telling me how to lube up properly. I started with one finger, then two, slowly spreading his cheeks with my digits. Eventually he got into a better position, crawling onto his hands and knees. He faced away from me, lifting his tail into the air. I can almost see it, my cock slowly descending into his rear with only the dim lighting to guide me. I remember asking him over and over again if I was hurting him. Lee kept on insisting he was fine, but I was too worried for him to stop confirming.
I didn't even last that long. Maybe a minute at most. I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but I started apologizing to the guy. Lee didn't seem to mind, though. I helped flip him over and finished him off with my paw. We kissed again. I didn't want the moment to end. I knew he didn't either. We closed the windows and trunk and cuddled until dawn.
We awoke to a loud and firm knock on the car's trunk. It turns out what we thought was a shut down parking lot was in fact still operational. Lee apologized profusely to the cop. I remember him trying to explain the ticket to his father after we had driven back home.
We ended up telling our parents everything. It was Lee's idea. He hated the idea of tip-toeing around our parents for the rest of the time we had together. He wanted to hold my hand in public. He wanted to kiss me wherever and whenever he wanted to. We quickly became that stereotypical self-absorbed couple, too lost in each other's love to care about the world around us.
It was hard letting Lee go. We both went to separate colleges, and knew that a long distance relationship would never work. We both agreed that we'd pick up where we left off if the timing was ever right.
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
I look forward to reading your comments. Any and all criticism is appreciated.