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The cool metal of the door handle left Will's grasp and the door closed behind him with a thud, shutting out the chilly snow-filled landscape and temporarily holding back the troubles of the outside world.

He looked around from just inside the door to see if anything had changed in the six hours he'd been in school; unsurprisingly, it was the same. The dining room to his left still had a hardwood floor, and the table was still covered in various boxes of Christmas decorations that hadn't been put away yet. The chairs remained empty, sitting in a solemn lonely ring around the table as they awaited use, and a small curio cabinet stood darkly in the corner, the display light off and the glass shelves coated in a thin layer of dust. Unfortunately, Will's family had either been too busy or were not home enough to eat in the dining room recently, so eating quickly in the kitchen was often the only practical dining plan, but he hoped that would change now that they were back from vacation.

Stamping his feet on the welcome mat to dislodge any snow that might be stuck in between the pads of his paws, Will drew his attention back to the task at hand and called out to his dad. "I'm home!"

His dad telecommuted (he worked for an online company as some type of computer programmer and technical support director) so he was usually home when Will got back from school. Most of the time it was nice to not walk into an empty house.

The older husky shouted some unintelligible but pleasant-sounding reply; the sound was muffled by the wooden door to his office, but Will was too exhausted to try and decipher what his father had said, so he grabbed a snack out of the fridge and went upstairs to do his homework. Normally he would never be so proactive, but he was tired and his teachers had assigned very little, so he sat down at the desk in his room and quickly banged out the math problems Mr. Johnson had assigned and the ten sentences he had to write for French class. His homework done for the day, Will push away from the desk in his room and rubbed his tired eyes. With a sigh he leaned back in his chair and glanced over his shoulder; the bed beckoned to him, so he stripped down to his underwear, laid down on the mattress, and closed his eyes, relishing the soft touch of sleep.

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Will awoke to the smell of clam chowder, his nose twitching in the air. He'd been dragged from a particularly good dream, one that left a tent in his sheets and a damp spot on his underwear, but there was next nothing that could keep him from getting a piece of his mom's cooking, so he slipped into some sweatpants, tucked his "problem" into the waistband, and threw on a shirt.

He padded down the stairs and turned the corner at the bottom, following his nose to the kitchen where his mother had just begun to serve the chowder into three bowls lined up on the counter.

"Oooohhh..." Will groaned at the smell and his knees went weak. Most people knew his mom was an amazing cook, but chowder was her specialty. He glanced around to make sure her back was turned before stealing a taste from the pot on the stove. As he took a small spoonful of the ambrosia-like substance, he knew nothing else would ever be able to compare. His mom had ruined any other chowder for him.

"Oh stop being so dramatic and go sit down at the table," she laughed when she saw Will, swatting a towel at his back as he let out another exaggerated moan.

The Husky eagerly grabbed his bowl and walked into the dining room, toenails clicking on the wooden floor. Will stopped. He was taken aback at the dramatic transformation the room had made in such a short period; his mom and dad must have been cleaning the entire time he was asleep (in fact he was surprised they hadn't scolded him for not helping). The soft glow of candlelight filled the once lonely room, and stacks of ornaments and Santa Paws decorations no longer sprawled across the dining surface. Instead, a simple but elegant white tablecloth spread itself neatly across the table. Even the now-clean shelves of the cabinet in the corner glowed contentedly in the light of the display lamp.

Will sat down, his chair creaking happily under his weight, and scooted in towards the table, waiting for his mom and dad to sit down before digging in. Once they arrived he wasted no time in picking up his utensils.

"Hold on a minute, Will. We need to say grace,"

He sighed. Will's family had never been very religious; in fact, he couldn't remember the last time they had been to church, but every now and again his mom tried to sneak in some prayers. He closed his eyes and bowed his head while she said the prayer. When he was younger he'd sometimes open his eyes and take a peek at his mom and dad during grace; he'd thought it was kind of funny the way they all looked with their eyes closed.

His mom finished grace and looked up, her smile granting Will permission to begin eating. With that out of the way he happily tucked into his meal. For the most part the dining room was quiet, the silence occasionally broken only by a quick question about school or the soft clink of silverware against their bowls. It wasn't until Will had begun cleaning up that he was reminded of something important.

His dad looked at Will from over his glasses (the ones he insisted he only needed for reading). "You know, Will, it's your eighteenth birthday this Friday, and your mom and I were thinking we could go out for sushi."

Of course! How could he have been so preoccupied to have forgotten his eighteenth birthday?

"And you can bring a friend if you'd like," his dad concluded.

A smile brightened Will's face. "Really?! Oh my God thank you so much!" He loved sushi with a passion unmatched by most of his friends; most of them except Ethan, that is.

A few hours later Will lay awake in bed, his excitement dispelling any thoughts of sleep. He'd texted Ethan about dinner on Friday and only had to wait for a couple minutes before getting a reply; he was free that night. Will was going on a date with Ethan! Of course the red husky had no clue that's what it was to him. From Ethan's point of view it was just going to be dinner with a friend, something that wasn't all that uncommon. No matter, Will was going to enjoy himself.

The following week went by at a snail's pace. The endless hours seemed to blur together into a monotonous routine broken only by a particularly good joke of Aaron's or a shared moment of excitement with Ethan about Friday.

Finally. after crawling through the days at an agonizingly slow rate, school was over for the week.

Back at home, Will counted down the minutes until 6 o'clock; that was when he and his parents were going to pick up Ethan. He lay on his bed staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, following the twisting contours of the patterned plaster as he pondered how to pass the time. To his right the alarm clock reminded him it was only 4:00; there were still two hours left to go. He decided to text Ethan.

What are doing? he tapped out. A minute later, he glanced down when his phone buzzed.

Just finishing up some Chemistry homework. You? Will smirked. He never knew how Ethan was always so proactive. Will couldn't even bring himself to look at his backpack on Friday; he needed time to relax. Thinking about it, it saddened him somewhat to see how shy and self-depreciating the red husky normally was around others when, in fact, he was so much smarter than he gave himself credit for.

Will sighed and sent a reply back. Just wasting time until six! :)

Sweet! See you then :D

Will glanced over his shoulder at the clock; only five minutes had passed. Running his hands through the fur on his head, he groaned loudly.

"How the hell am I going to make it to six o'clock!"

Will's question hung unanswered in the air, so he defaulted to the easiest solution: sleep.

Around 5:15 Will stumbled out of bed, cursed when he tripped on the clothes on his floor, and hopped into the shower. He didn't really need to take one, but he figured it would help wake him up and flatten down any of those mysterious cow licks that he always got after sleeping.

Twenty minutes later Will closed the back door of his parent's car behind him and buckled his seatbelt. Normally he would have driven himself, but it was a family dinner, so he sucked it up and crammed himself into the too-small backseat. He was too tall for the back, and his head scraped the roof of the car; he hoped it didn't mess up any of his fur.

Will forgot about his troubles, however, the moment he and his parents crunched up the snowy driveway to Ethan's house in their black SUV. Ethan emerged from his house and waved bye to his mom (his parents were divorced) before bouncing down the steps to the driveway.

He was wearing a light brown polo that perfectly matched the rusty red of his fur. It was cute. Will was glad, too, that Ethan had kept his dress to nice-casual; he had a tendency to overdress for most things, and Will himself had only worn a nice-looking button down shirt and some jeans, so at least Will could be sure now that he wouldn't look underdressed.

The car door across from Will opened. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Cotter, thanks for inviting me to dinner!" Will could tell Ethan wasn't just being polite; he meant it.

"No problem, Ethan. You know you're always welcome with us," Will's mom said, turning to greet their guest.

Will made eye contact with the husky sitting across from him. "Glad you could make it", he whispered.

Ethan beamed back with a smile that made Will's heart flutter, "Well, I don't really care about your birthday, but you know how I feel about sushi."

They shared a laugh before sitting silently, aside from the occasional whisper, in the back of the car; Will's parents enjoyed traveling quietly, so anything Will and Ethan might have said would have seemed loud in the awkward silence. A short while later they arrived at the restaurant.

The Jin Sho Restaurant was a modern, but not too upscale, Japanese restaurant with friendly staff and good food. A well-dressed waitress, a Shiba Inu named Akira, sat them near the back next to a giant fish tank. The fish tank was one of Will's favorite things about the restaurant. To him, the mix of bubbles and colorful fish swimming in and around the rocks and each other were mesmerizing; he felt like he could stare at the captivating display for hours on end. Today, however, he was more focused on a certain red husky than the fish.

Ethan adored sushi. In fact, he was probably the one dog Will knew who could eat more of it than him, but with only a single mom and three other siblings there was rarely enough money for him to enjoy such a luxury more than once a year. That only made him appreciate it more, though. Will loved the way Ethan's eyes sparkled when they passed the sushi chefs on the way in, and how his nose twitched as he watched a waiter carry by a plate of nigiri.

A couple of minutes later, Akira returned with their drinks. The waitress took their order, and from there dinner went off without a hitch. When the sushi first came out Ethan could hardly keep himself from staring at the rows of spicy tuna, spicy salmon, and California rolls, among others.

"That is literally a boatload of sushi," he exclaimed, gesturing at the wooden boat used to display the rolls. He wore a stunned expression on his face, "I don't think I've ever seen so much in one place!"

Will laughed inwardly and mixed some wasabi into his soy sauce before digging in.

An hour later, Will pushed open the door and walked out of the restaurant much happier than when he went in. There wasn't a single person in the party who wasn't groaning in pleasure at the pleasant weight in their stomachs. Everyone had eaten more than their fill.

"I can't believe we ate that entire boat of sushi," Ethan laughed, "We probably could have ended world hunger with all of that food!"

"I know, right?"

Will glanced above him. The sun had been setting when they went in, but by now there wasn't a trace of light left in the sky. The brilliant reds and pinks of a winter sunset had given way to pitch black, broken only by the pure white specks of stars that punctuated the cloudless night sky.

Ethan, Will, and Will's parents crossed the parking lot to their car, shivering from the icy wind that blew constantly through the night air. The two young huskies quickly hopped into the car to escape the biting cold, but Will's parents remained outside for a minute talking to each other. After a moment they split up; Will's dad walked around the car and took the driver's seat while his mom sat down passenger-side. She glanced at Will's father before addressing the kids.

"Ethan, if it's okay with your mom, we wouldn't mind having you sleep over tonight. Consider it a birthday present for Will".

Will bit his lip to restrain the whimper of joy that threatened to escape from his muzzle and waited for Ethan's response.

"Really!? I'd love to! I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind. You know how much she likes Will. We'll just have to stop by my house again so that I can grab my toothbrush and pajamas. I think I left my phone there too. Thanks so much you guys."

Will's dad chuckled, "It's no big deal, Ethan. We love having you around."

Will looked out the window and smiled at the street lamps and car headlights as they blurred across his vision. This time, the silence of the car was filled with the steady thumping of two tails against the leather seats.

A short car ride later, Will waited once again in Ethan's driveway. He loved the way that the husky bounded up the porch steps to his house; he had so much energy. After a couple of minutes the front door opened and Will refocused his attention on the present, but the husky that left the house was not the same one that had gone in.

It was definitely Ethan, but something was wrong. There was no bounce in his step or smile on his face, and his gaze was focused on the ground, like he didn't have the will to lift his head. Those shining blue eyes no longer seemed so bright.

Ethan opened the car door and plopped his stuff down on the seat next to him.

"Are you okay?" Will whispered. He was concerned at the sudden shift in the husky's mood. "You don't seem yourself anymore".

Ethan put on smile, "Yeah, I'm okay".

He wasn't. Will could tell the smile he wore was simply an ill-fitting mask to keep Will from worrying, but the red husky could be insanely stubborn at times, so Will didn't push for answers; he'd get them when Ethan was ready. Still, Will wondered what could possibly have caused such an unexpected and dramatic shift.

---

Home once again, and after an amazing dinner, Will sat with Ethan on the couch in the basement trying to find some way to cheer him up. He cycled through Ethan's favorite Xbox games: Call of Duty, Forza, Gears of War, Borderlands; nothing seemed to be working. Occasionally, Will would make a joke and get a laugh or two out of him, but in the long term his attitude remained as dark as the room around them. Will was beginning to be frightened by the depressing mood of such a naturally happy person. Finally, Ethan sat back on the couch, put down his controller, and sighed.

"Will? You remember how I said earlier that I'd left my phone at home," he said in a hoarse whisper. He stared downwards and wrung his hands. Will could tell he was fighting back tears. "Well, when we stopped by my house to pick up my things I checked it and...and I," Ethan paused, obviously struggling to get the words out. Finally, he spat out "Mikayla broke up with me".

Will was shocked into silence. He'd only ever seemed what looked like constant affection between the two.

"She said she 'wasn't feeling it anymore' " he choked out.

Will didn't know what to do; he didn't know what to say, so he stared for a moment before lightly grabbing Ethan by both shoulders. The red husky looked up at him, the pain in his eyes blatantly obvious.

This was his chance. This was the time for him to say something so deep and so profoundly comforting that Ethan would be overwhelmed by the true closeness of their friendship; he'd have no choice to but to throw himself into Will's arms.

"Hey, you'll be okay."

An awkward silence followed, and Will cringed inwardly.

Shit. Was that cliché or what? Will sucked at comforting people. Whenever someone was in distress he felt too weird to say anything effective, and now was no different. Will tried to save himself. "You don't need her; you have your other friends. You have me," But even that wasn't much better. Rather than make further eye contact, he found himself looking up at the ceiling, inspecting a stray cobweb.

After another pause, Ethan sniffed and wiped some of the tears away from his eyes. "Heh. Yeah, maybe you're right. I'll be okay, I guess. Thanks Will".

Will resisted the urge to wrinkle his forehead in confusion. Had those overused words of comfort actually done something? He glanced down at the husky in front of him and saw the hint of a smile return to those beautiful blue eyes.

Will let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and looked once more at the dog in front of him. How could anyone "not feel it anymore" when spending time with someone as likable as Ethan?

"Will?"

Will loved the way the rusty red fur ran down between Ethan's eyes and how his ears folded flat when he was embarrassed. Even when his stubbornness aggravated him, Will could never stay mad for long.

"Will..."

And his eyes...his eyes were like stars. Will stared at the shining blue orbs in front of him and wondered how they could possi-

"Will!"

Will snapped to attention as if startled from a dream.

"You can let go of me now".

"Oh...yeah...sorry". Will quickly drew his paws back from Ethan's shoulders and shoved them into his pockets, punishing them for their disobedience. Cheeks red, he glanced up at the clock on the wall and squinted to see through the gloom; they had turned out the lights a while ago and the only light in the room was coming the forgotten TV screen in front of them. It was close to 1:30. "It's...uh...getting late. Now that you got that off your chest, do you want to get some sleep?"

Ethan sighed. "Yeah, I guess some sleep would be nice. Besides," he continued in a lighter tone, "we'll have more time to play video games in the morning".

Will gave a gentle smile, glad that his friend was feeling better, but still skeptical that anyone could get over a breakup that fast.

Ethan stood up. "Okay, I'm going to get into my pajamas; be right back".

The husky padded upstairs, his soft footfalls gradually moving away from Will, so Will turned to the tv and took the time to power it down; he had gotten into his trusty sweatpants hours ago, and he planned to sleep in them, so there was no need to get changed as well. As the light of the tv screen blinked out of existence Will reveled in the darkened silence. The sounds of virtual guns and cars no longer filled his ears, and his sore eyes had yet to adjust to the soft glow of the nightlight in the corner. At the sound of Ethan's footsteps quietly thumping down the stairs, Will opened his eyes. The red husky wore a plain white t-shirt and some green plaid boxers.

"Okay, I admit it: I'm tired," Ethan yawned. Standing on his toes and stretching, his arms high above his head, Ethan closed his eyes and groaned; his shirt lifted up just enough for Will to see a stripe of the red and white fur of his stomach. Sighing, he set himself down on one of the sleeping bags they had laid out on the floor earlier. Will did the same.

"Night," Will whispered.

Ethan turned on his side, his back to Will, and mumbled a tired response. "See you tomorrow".

They both lied on top of their bags. Normally Will's family kept the house fairly cool in the winter, around 60 degrees fahrenheit, but something must have been wrong with the heat, or his parents were overcompensating for their guest, because it was hot as hell. Neither of the huskies even thought about getting in their sleeping bags, but Will didn't mind; it gave him an opportunity to explore Ethan's back with his eyes. His vision wandered from the back of Ethan's neck, past the cute tufts of fur sticking out the top of his shirt, and traced its way down the bumps of his spine, their outline easily visible through the white shirt. He sighed; it was a good sight to fall asleep to.

---

Will woke up shivering, his eyes still closed. "What the hell is going on with our heat?" he thought to himself. The husky was about to get up and check the thermostat when his ears picked up a faint sound. They flicked in the now chilly air as Will remained still, trying to identify the source. It was coming from right next to him; it was Ethan. The gentle glow of the nightlight in the corner provided just enough luminescence to show the blurred outline of his friend; his body shook in time to the faint sounds of hitched breathing. Ethan was definitely not over Mikayla; he was crying.

Nothing saddened Will more than watching those who deserve nothing but the best fall victim to heartache, and he bit his lip in indecision. Still unsure of what he was going to do, Will propped himself up on his elbow and scooted closer to Ethan, whose back was still towards him, and reached out a paw to comfort him. But he hesitated. Was it best to do something, or should he just let Ethan be? Will knew that sometimes, when he was sad or grieving, he just wanted time to be alone and cry; sometimes letting it out was a good thing.

But suffering alone could also be worse than the initial pain itself, so Will made up his mind and gently lowered his paw onto his distraught friend's shoulder. Beneath it, Will felt the muscles under Ethan's soft fur tense at the unexpected touch. Keeping the palm of his paw in place, Will moved only his thumb; it ran in slow comforting circles, just enough to convey the tenderness of his sympathy. At his touch, the sounds of crying stopped and a moment later Ethan rolled onto his back, looking up at Will. Tears still stained the fur of his cheeks and filled his eyes; even in the dim light they glistened with the remnants of his heartbreak.

Will came to a conclusion. Sure, sticks and stones may break your bones, but nothing hurts more than that which cannot be seen. Words can tear you apart from the inside and create the hardest wounds to heal; there is no surgery for a broken heart.

Realization aside, he still didn't know what to say, and so he said nothing. He simply stared at the broken dog before him, forcing all of his love, and friendship. and sympathy into that gaze, but Ethan never met his eyes.

"I'm sorry Will," he choked out through the lump in his throat. "I didn't mean for you to wake because of me. and I know you're really tired. I don't want to be selfish and I know you probably want to go back to sleep, so I'll be quie-mmhhmm".

Will silenced him with his lips.

It couldn't have lasted longer than a second, but to Will it was an eternity. When he drew back he flicked his eyes up once to meet Ethan's gaze. The red husky had sat up and was staring at Will with wide eyes; his mouth hung open, a dumbfounded expression plastered on his face. Will looked away as his cheeks burned, embarrassed by his lapse in judgement.

Even after Will broke contact his face tingled with the tender touch of Ethan's lips, and it seemed to Will as if the soft caress of his velvety muzzle and the tickle of a stray whisker still ran across his cheeks. Ethan tasted sweet and the salty scent of his tears lingered in Will's nostrils; a pleasant combination.

Will was mortified. "I-I-I'm so sorry; I wasn't thinking straight," he croaked, his voice barely audible. "That was really inappropriate of m-ahh!"

It was Will's turn to be surprised. Ethan grasped him by the sides of his head and forced their muzzles together. The surprising turn of events knocked Will off balance, and he fell backwards onto the floor. Ethan followed him, lying on top of Will's body as he continued the passionate kiss. Will lost track of time; it might have been seconds, or it might have been hours, but it didn't matter. Lost in the heat of each other's embrace, the two dogs reveled in the moment, their tongues wrestling back and forth, sometimes slipping into one muzzle sometimes into the other as the sweet taste of their saliva mixed together. Will closed his eyes and moaned into the kiss, relishing the feeling of warmth and the wetness of Ethan's tongue against his own. It was everything he'd imagined it would be.

Will reached up and grabbed Ethan's sides, feeling muscles shift under the fur as the two huskies moved their bodies together. Never breaking contact, he pushed the red husky off of him and rolled on top, straddling Ethan's body for a moment before finally pulling back and gasping for air. Their faces remained close to one another as they panted together, a single strand of saliva reminding them of their heated passion.

"Whoa."

"You're telling me."

Will smiled, "Where did you get so much confidence all of a sudden?"

"I don't know. It just sort of came over me".

Will almost made a joke, but he didn't know if Ethan would appreciate it. "You don't how happy I am that it did".

"Well, you started it".

"Did not"

"Did too"

Will leaned down and nibbled on Ethan's ear, eliciting a very unbecoming giggle from the dog beneath him; it flicked with Will's breath as he whispered into it playfully, "Shut up". Working his way down from the silky red and white fur of Ethan's ear, Will's lips trailed across the side of Ethan's face as he kissed along his neck, his tongue eventually finding its way to the underside of his chin. Ethan moaned and grasped at the sleeping bag beneath them, arching his back. "Let's find a better use for that mouth of yours," Will teased.

He allowed his paws to wander down Ethan's torso, tracing the curves of his body through the white t-shirt. With his paws at last firmly grasping Ethan by the hips, Will ground his pelvis forward against Ethan's, grating the swelling bulges of their arousal against one another; Ethan gasped and Will dove forward, taking to opportunity to press his muzzle against the red husky's open lips. Below him Ethan melted, offering no resistance to the fleshy appendage that explored his mouth and fought with his own tongue. Their hearts beat as one as their bodies oozed together.

In the intensity of the moment Will couldn't remember how or when their shirts came off, but he knew only that their bare chests now rubbed together, the friction between the soft fur of their stomachs heating up the otherwise chilly air. For a moment Will wondered what it would look like if someone were to walk in right then, but honestly, he didn't care; he just wanted his own body as close to Ethan's as possible.

The red husky held Will down with one paw on the back of his head while the other explored the fur and flexing muscles of the dominant dog atop him. Underneath him Will could feel the throbbing tent of Ethan's bulge against his own, but even so, the restrictive material of his sweatpants and Ethan's boxers was beginning to annoy him, so Will broke off the kiss and slowly moved down Ethan's torso, pausing to smile at the husky before him; Ethan's tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth in a picture of pure ecstasy as he shuddered under Will's touch.

Will had never been with anyone before, and he was fairly sure this was Ethan's first time making it any further than first base, so the gasping moans of the red husky were music to his ears as his tongue flicked first over one erect nipple and then the other. It was obvious Will's slow pace was beginning to drive Ethan mad with sexual tension; there was nothing he could do but lock his feet around Will's lower back and buck his hips in desperate search for his climax. Will decided it was time for change in pace.

Leaving behind the pair of rock hard nipples, Will slowly backed his own body off of Ethan's torso, allowing his tongue to advance at an unhurried pace down Ethan's stomach, planting leisurely kisses on the soft white velvet of his fur. Will looked up and saw Ethan panting back at him, the expression on his face saying more than words ever could; he was pleading for release. His face now eye level with the prize in front of him, Will stared from his place between Ethan's legs at the tented boxers and inhaled. Musk flooded Will's nostrils as the husky brought his muzzle closer and closer to the source of the intoxicating scent, eventually caressing a plump scrotum through the cloth of Ethan's boxers with his nose, languishing in their smell and the warmth of each orb as they individually slid over the end of his snout; above him the source of Ethan's pitched underwear jumped at the new sensation, darkening the already damp fabric with copious amounts of pre.

The heated flesh called to him, and Will focused his attention on the throbbing rod as it strained against its too-tight constraints, his nose following the pulsing hidden cock up to the hem of Ethan's underwear. The red husky squirmed underneath him at the heat of Will's breath against his member. Even through the material of his undergarment Ethan could feel the tickle of Will's whiskers, and it inflamed his already overcharged desires to new heights.

At long last Will's paws found themselves grasping the edge of Ethan's boxers, but Will glanced up, his lust-ridden eyes asking one last time for permission before taking the final step towards an intimacy both of them had yet to experience; Ethan swallowed but offered no resistance, so Will pulled.

Ethan blushed fiercely as his penis flopped out onto his stomach with a lewd slap, radiating heat into the cold air with every spurt of pre and each pulse of its veins. Will was in heaven. He had never seen another cock in person before, much less inspected one up close, but he was not disappointed. The bright red spear exceeded all of his expectations, and as it lay in front of him throbbing with arousal, Will's eyes drank in the image of its perfect tapered red tip and thick shaft, marveling at the sight of another male's knot and the white churning sack that hung below; overall it was slightly smaller than Will's own penis, but he couldn't care less.

Will reached out an exploring paw and grasped the pulsing rod, running the soft textured pads of his fingers up and down in an experimental pump, overstimulating the sensitive flesh and eliciting a desperate whine from Ethan as the red husky reflexively humped his cock further into the awaiting paw. Will could feel his friend's heartbeat through every pulsation of the teenaged shaft as it grew increasingly engorged in his grip.

"Oh fuck, Will," Ethan shuddered, his surprisingly vulgar language causing the black and white dog to raise his eyebrows. His attention temporarily diverted, Will once again brought his eyes level with Ethan's, this time grabbing his chin with one paw and planting a firm kiss on his lips before drawing back quickly, leaving the quivering husky's mouth searching, in desperate want of more.

"I love the way you say my name", Will whispered seductively, pausing to lick along Ethan's collarbone before returning to the more important matter in between his legs. There was only one problem; Will had no clue how to suck a dick. Sure, he'd seen videos online, but pornstars never really provided a step by step guide, and God knows how many times he'd heard about the misleading nature of porn, so he decided to treat it like a popsicle - an incredibly sexual, hot, throbbing, sticky, and (in his opinion) better-tasting popsicle.

Will started slow, preparing himself for his first taste of another boy's penis. Bringing his muzzle down to the base of Ethan's flesh, mere centimeters away from the red husky's swollen dogmeat, Will took a deep breath, closing his eyes and losing himself once more in the musky intoxicating scent. A particularly eager throb from the cock in front of him tapped him on the snout, finally drawing him out of his trance and leaving behind a sticky trail of precum that connected Will's nose to Ethan's penis.

Will wiped away the strand of sexual fluids and laughed. "Someone's getting a little impatient, eh?" Ethan responded with only a low moan and a thrust of his hips. Will decided it was time to stop stalling; nervous as he was, the aching throb of his cock and the drive of his most primal desires were nearly overwhelming.

Above him, Ethan whined in anticipation. Grasping the dog's dick by the knot, Will guided the pounding flesh towards his mouth and sank down, swirling and wrapping his tongue around the tapered tip as inch after inch of Ethan's genitalia disappeared into the warm wet confines of his oral cavity. The taste was not easy to describe, but combined with the slick texture of Ethan's flesh and the heavy scent wafting up from his balls and sheath, Will was not in the mood to debate about the finer points of its culinary value.

With one paw stroking Ethan's burning hot cock as his mouth slipped up and down the shaft, the other was free to take hold of Ethan's balls in a light grip, fondling each one individually and letting them slip between his fingers in a show of dexterity that would make any magician jealous. Will wasn't sure what it was about balls that he liked so much. Yes, they were vital to the production of semen, but it was more than that. He thought about it as his fingers continued to caress Ethan's soft furry sack. Will decided it was because of how fun they were; something about the way they could pull in close to the body or how malleable they were when they hung loose, but Will set that thought aside, figuring that then was not the best time for deep thoughts. Besides, he was having trouble concentrating; Ethan had lost himself in the profound pleasure of the new sensation and as he neared orgasm he instinctively thrust his hips upwards, forcing his erection to the back of Will's throat and evoking a gag from the black and white dog.

"Oh-my-God-I'm-so-sorry," Ethan gasped as he sprung upwards. "Are you okay?! I-I swear I didn't mean to do that".

In reply Will simply wrapped his paws around Ethan, grabbing him by the ass and squeezing. He stood up, lifting the slightly smaller husky with him; caught off guard, Ethan encircled Will's neck with his arms and locked his legs around Will's back so as not to fall backwards. Will grunted. Carrying Ethan was a lot harder than he'd like to admit (he was no small dog) but he was able to make it to the couch, Ethan's flesh bobbing in the air with every step he took.

Will set him down, resting the red husky's bare butt on the arm of the couch before leaning forward and touching Ethan's forehead to his own. "I'm fine," he whispered. But Ethan wasn't satisfied. In his eyes Will still saw a flicker of concern, so he washed away the look with a kiss. This wasn't the same frenzied mess of mouths and tongues that had previously defined their kisses. Instead it was tender, firm, and passionate, like a strong breeze flowing through a field of wildflowers. Will growled into the kiss as their tongues danced to the beat of their hearts, the deep baritone note emanating from his chest sounding more like a purr than anything remotely predatory.

As Ethan's grasp around Will's neck tightened, drawing him further into the kiss, the grip of his legs loosened, allowing them to slide down to Will's hips. The dominant dog faintly noticed, as if from a distance, when Ethan's hind paws gripped the waistband of his now ruined and thoroughly soaked sweatpants. In the back of his mind Will worried that the stain of his precum wouldn't come out; they were his favorite sweatpants, after all. His worries were forgotten, however, as his last article of clothing began to slip inch by inch down his waist under the touch of Ethan's hind legs. Will moaned into the husky's mouth and pulled away panting as his pants finally fell to the floor. At last the two huskies bared all of themselves for the other to see.

Ethan blushed as his gaze fell to his friend's pulsing shaft and the large sack that dangled below, the balls plump with Will's seed. The black and white husky fidgeted awkwardly as the silent seconds dragged on. Finally, Ethan broke the uneasy stillness. "Up until a few minutes ago I wasn't sure that I would like dicks, but that," he said, pointing down at Will's crotch, "is the best looking dick I have ever seen".

Will grinned shyly, his cheeks flushing at the complement. "It's the only dick you've seen".

"And I love it".

"I think it would look a lot better next to yours," Will rumbled as lust once again took over, suddenly replacing his modesty. Grabbing Ethan by the hips and pulling the red husky towards him, he thrust his own body forward at the same time. The arm of the couch on which Ethan sat was at the perfect height, and the collision of their bodies against one another trapped their cocks between them, the two shafts of meat rubbing together and spurting strands of pre that mixed messily in the dogs' stomach fur. Will grunted in arousal, and a small yip escaped the surprised husky below him. Reaching underneath their moaning bodies, Will cupped their scrotums in one hand, squeezing lightly to feel the two pairs of balls move under the pressure from his fingers; all the while his hips gyrated and ground their dicks together, the cum-soaked fur around their hot flesh creating a slick environment and inducing a rapidly approaching orgasm in both of the teenage huskies.

Soon, the vulgar, wet sounds of rubbing meat were drowned out by the breathless moans of the two dogs as Will squeezed their knots together, feeling the pressure begin to build at the base of his cock; the rhythmic tapping of their balls bumping against each other only heightened his arousal.

Will was undoubtedly experiencing the most pleasurable moment of his life. Not only had his biggest crush finally reciprocated some of Will's feelings, that dog's cock was now firmly pressed up against his own, and the pair of huskies were speedily riding towards their climaxes.

Ethan suddenly took hold of Will's shoulders and buried his face in the fur of his chest, whining in an animalistic bliss. "Will," he breathed, "I...I'm going to...". The husky's voice trailed off and was instead replaced by a cry of pleasure as his swollen cock erupted, spilling his fertile seed onto Will's stomach.

Will could the feel the pulse of Ethan's spasming penis through his own member, and it was enough to send him over the edge. In an instant the pressure in his loins overflowed, causing him to press their knots together and howl in ecstasy as he emptied himself of the night's lust, his clenching muscles milking his balls for every drop of semen and sending it skyward; he no longer cared who might hear the euphoric sounds of their climax. Will and Ethan clutched each other tightly, shaking as they rode out wave after wave of their orgasmic pleasure together.

When the glow finally subsided Will leaned back and sighed, nearly giggling at the sight before him. Ethan slumped in his spot on the arm of the couch, obviously exhausted, as trails of their mixed cum trickled down his chest, coating the husky's stomach and his receding penis before dribbling down to his balls. Will reached out a paw and traced a line with his thumb from Ethan's belly button to his chin, pushing the sticky digit against the red husky's lips and lifting Ethan's gaze to meet his own. The dog accepted the digit gladly, moaning as he worked with his tongue to remove the precious coating from Will's thumb. Will drew his claw out of Ethan's mouth and replaced it with his own lips as he began to once again explore the husky's mouth; he could taste the potent flavor of their mixed semen on Ethan's tongue, and only broke away to lead the exhausted dog back to the sleeping bag on the floor. Where Ethan once sat there remained only a splotch of fabric darkened with the fluids of their heated moment. Will would have to remind himself to clean the couch before his parents noticed.

The two huskies lay together on the ground, the cold air no longer bothering them as they cuddled, sharing their body heat and basking in the warmth of the afterglow. Ethan had snuggled himself under Will's arm and buried his face into his chest; he mumbled something into Will's fur. The words were undecipherable, but his breath was hot against Will's body. "What was that?" Will inquired.

The red husky looked up at him, staring at Will with those bright blue eyes. "I said it's time to wake up. It's getting late and I want to play video games before breakfast".

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Will groaned and cracked open his eyes, light flooding into his previously darkened world. As his blurry vision came into focus Will saw Ethan standing over him in his boxers and a t-shirt, gently shaking his shoulder and urging him awake.

"Wha...what?" Will blinked, still not fully alert. And when did he get into his sleeping bag?

"I said it's getting a little late, and I want to make sure we have time to play some video games before breakfast".

Ethan padded away, confident that Will was definitely awake, and sat down on the arm of the couch, waiting for him to get out of his sleeping bag; there was no stain where he sat.

Was it really all a dream? It had seemed too substantial to be anything but reality. Will reached a cautious paw down his sweatpants, making sure he wasn't noticed by Ethan, and was greeted by a strong-smelling and sticky substance around his crotch. Will threw his other arm over his eyes, groaning and hoping to keep out the light and the confusion. He growled, frustrated that his body could play such a cruel trick on him.

"Fuck."