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His phone buzzed, Matt glanced down at the device in his charcoal black paw, the unfamiliar notification icon beaconed him. “Who was Ant?" he wondered to himself as he reflexively clicked on the icon.

Too late he realised his mistake and the dating app made an embarrassingly familiar swishing noise as it announced “Ant" had just liked him back. The girl behind him suppressed a giggle and Matt's ears flattened hard in embarrassment. He looked around the train. No one else seemed to have noticed the faux pas. He looked down at his phone again in interest, heart beating in his chest.

That's right, he had taken a few pics last night after a glass of wine and posted them on the app. Then, in an uncharacteristic fit of confidence, he'd swiped at a few guys in the app. It was fun, exciting even, to imagine going on dates with those handsome guys. He swallowed nervously and clenched the phone in his paw. What did Ant think of him? Was he handsome? Was he… single?

The red fox bit his lip and willed himself not to check his phone till he could get off this busy train, maybe he could get off sooner? Eventually, after what seemed like forever, the train stopped and Matt slipped out, 2 stops before home so he could have some privacy. This side of town was maybe a little rougher than he was used to but at least here there were no prying eyes or ears who would get to spy on what he was doing.

The thumbed the message anxiously. Ant had liked him back! With a thrill the vulpine clicked on Anthony's profile and read it through a few times. A nice big confident smiling picture of a grey wolf sat above the profile statement “good vibes and maybe more, hmu if u interested". Hmm, a wolf of little words. At 24 years of age, Ant was a few years older than Matt's 21, he was apparently working as a mechanical engineer in some undisclosed office. Slowly, guiltily, Matt thumbed his way through some of the pics that had hitherto been blocked. Now they were mutuals Matt greedily pawed through the other private photos, ears pert with interest. He almost squealed at the first one.

Nice, very nice, super nice, too nice. He stuck his phone in his pocket and groaned, his erection pressing painfully against his tight jeans. Anthony had an athletic build, nothing super buff, just nice, but the thing that really had Matt's heart pounding was the flash, just a brief glimpse of the thick, juicy, firm and oh so very erect reason why Ant had such a confident smile.

“Get it together, fox" he chided himself “people do this all the time, they date, this is just dating, it's normal, just try to be normal."

His phone chimed with a now familiar taunting noise and he checked it again, his heart and his walking pace quickened. Ant had seen him online and so had just left a message, Matt stabbed at the notification on his phone hastily.

“hey"

Matt bit his lip. Not the most loquacious opening he could imagine, but this was his first online dating interaction, this is probably what everyone did.

“Hey right back at you." Matt resisted the temptation to add “big guy" to the end.

“hows ur night?" the response came fast, that was good right? Matt hoped that was good.

“Nothing much, just got back from school, walking back home."

“school?" Matt almost dropped his phone in his haste to correct his mistake.

“University, I mean, I'm a university student."

“oh got it, heh, so what r u studying?"

“Well, I'm just in first year, keeping my options open, but I'm into hospitality, specifically sommelier. I really like the art and science of it, you know?"

There was a long pause in the other end and Matt kicked himself.

“Oh, come on, fox, can't you just be fucking normal for 5 minutes and not tell everyone you meet about your obscure special interest in wine?" he was about to send another message in apology when he received another message back.

“hey, I don't normally do this, but I have a thing on tomorrow night and I think u could really help me out"

“A thing?" Matts heart pounded in his ears.

“yeah, a party. BYO. u know what that means, fox?"

Matt's ears perked. BYO - Bring your own. Was Ant asking him to choose a wine to take with to the party? He felt a thrill of excitement. An opportunity to show off a little knowledge and maybe get a cuddle with a handsome confident wolf. It sounded like an awesome opportunity, but did he really trust himself to select wine for someone else's party?

Another message flashed across his screen.

“hey look, I'm sorry, u seem real nice and I don't mean to take advantage of u or anything, I just thought that, u would b perfect to help out. But I know it's a big ask and I'll just let it drop. We can still chat if u like?"

“No wait, of course, I'd love to help out!" Matt tapped away as fast as his paws could go “I don't often get to practice my skills and it would be a real treat to like, show off for, uh, a date I suppose?" he added the last bit guiltily, hopefully.

“Haha, yeah, of course, a date, yeah, cute."

“So, what's your limit" Matt typed the words out, suddenly all business.

“limit?"

“Oh, like, how much did you want to spend?"

“Oh, right, money, of course. I'm sorry, I don't normally do this kind of thing, I assumed you would tell me tbh".

Matt considered for a bit.

“Well, that depends, how many people and are we talking red or white?"

“definitely red, and maybe 6 people, so a pretty big ig."

“Oh that's not too big. I think I could bring something great for about $100."

“OK, deal, fox, I'm super looking forward. Hey, you're super cute by the way, has anyone told you that?"

They chatted for the next hour while Matt made his way home. It was nightfall by the time he was in bed. He said goodnight to Ant, guiltily kissed his phone good night and fell asleep in his clothes.

The next morning, Matt awoke bright and early to do some due diligence on the wine selection. Ant's friends were all his age or older, so they would be interested in a more full-bodied wine, something fun to go with summer, but not too sweet, plus he would find something else they had never had before to challenge them and show off maybe just a little.

With a thrill of excitement, he hopped back onto a train to find the best boutique bottle store in town to make his selection. He ended up spending more than he wanted, a little over $120, but these were two very excellent bottles and was well worth going over budget.

Back at his apartment, Mett fussed over what to wear, he put on the white shirt and black slacks with waistcoat but abandoned that because he looked too much like a waiter. “No, no, something that looks more like, “I'm sophisticated, but in a fun flirty kind of way" not “would you like to hear the specials tonight sir."

He ended up going with jeans and a green collared shirt with a plaid pattern, tan suspenders and maybe just a little too much powder in his fur. The most time-consuming part of the evening was choosing underwear which said “I'm pretty open minded" without screaming “I'm a slut this moment doesn't matter to me."

It really did matter, at least to Matt. He'd been wanting to date for ages, but it wasn't until that night, two nights ago now, that he had really found the courage – Dutch courage he mused ruefully – to do anything about it.

He checked the time and turned up 30 minutes early to the rendezvous point. Ant had sensibly suggested a neutral public place with lots of people around.

Matt was clutching the wine bottles anxiously when a soft deep voice behind him made his ears swivel reflexively.

“Hey there, you're even cuter in person."

Matt turned on his heel and tried to smile confidently, butterflies building in his stomach. Ant was a whole lot nicer looking in person too. He was a great deal bigger than the slender vulpine and at least a head taller as well, he held himself with confidence but not arrogance. Ant flashed that smile again.

“Really good to finally meet you, fox do we, uh, hug or shake hands?"

Matt stuffed a bottle under one arm and offered a free paw for a shake. Ant took it solemnly, shaking it once, then drawing it up to his muzzle for a little kiss, smiling cheekily.

Matt nearly dropped both bottles.

“Say, I don't suppose I could take a picture could I? The boys are pretty excited."

“Oh right, sure, of course" Matt proffered the bottles and tried to remember his training.

“The first is a Tempranillo from Rioja, it's a fun, fruity.."

That's ok, fox, just smile for me please.

“Oh, right, of course" Matt tried to hold both bottles so they could see the labels and tried his most professional smile.

Matt sent the picture off and his phone rang almost immediately.

“Yeah, I told you, I'd deliver, you ass. Yeah, red like I told you. Yeah, I know, Yeah, I KNOW! Ok, we're on the way, jeez, keep your shirt on."

“Is everything OK?" Matt asked meekly.

“Oh yeah, everything's great, the guys are just a little excitable, it's been a while for them I guess and well, this is my first party. Well, first BYO party anyway."

Look, I promise you will have a great time. I put a lot of effort into this, and if you don't well, you can get your money back! Haha!" he chuckled at his own joke.

“Oh yeah, right of course, the money. It still feels kind of odd to me, you know, but you're right, this is worth it. $100 right?"

“Oh, no, sorry it's $120."

“Oh" Ant's eyes rose in surprise.

“Sorry" Matt's tail wilted.

“No no, don't be sorry, don't be sorry at all, I'd pay twice that, four times that!"

“Don't be silly, that's way too much!"

“Here you go, I'll send the other 20 online, I don't normally carry cash anymore." Ant stuffed the cash into Matt's pocket.

“Haha" Matt chuckled. “Don't be silly, you don't have to pay for everything, I'm happy to pay for up to half of course."

“Oh…. Really? But these are my friends and…"

“Yeah, but I'm having some too, right?"

“Oh yes, of course you will be, I didn't think of it that way. I'm sorry I don't do this very often, in fact, I never do this. You just… seem so professional and I feel like such a clumsy oaf sometimes."

It was Ant's turn to droop his tail between his legs.

“No, no, you're fine, you give me however much you want to and let's just focus on having a good time with your friends, deal?" Matt offered a bottle to the large grey wolf and cautiously slipped a paw around the bigger canid's elbow. “Shall we go?"

And so it was that they arrived at the nice white villa with wisteria growing all over the front porch.

“What a beautiful place" Matt mused as Ant rang the bell.

“Yeah, it's really nice, I love coming here."

The door opened and a large striped tiger loomed in the doorway arms wide in greeting.

“Anthony! You been dawdling again?" the tiger admonished with a voice surprisingly light and high pitched for someone his size. “But oh, I can see what might have distracted you on your way." He winked conspiratorially at Matt.

“Evening, Rick, this is Matt, Matt, meet Richard, he's the…"

“I am the master of the house young fox, you may call me Rick, Richard or just plain Dick" he winked again. Come now, all the others are in the garden out back, I'll help settle you in.

Rick led them in through a narrow passageway toward a small lounge area.

“Hey, excuse me, Rick, where can I put…?" Matt proffered the two bottles, part of him a little annoyed that they hadn't yet received their proper attention. “Oh, what a thoughtful boy you are young fox. Anthony, you keep your eye on this one, he's a keeper for sure." Ant rolled his eyes at Rick's antics. Rick picked up each bottle and gave them due consideration.

“Yes, a lovely Tempranillo, very nice, such fun for summer. I don't think I have ever seen this estate before, where did you get this?" They engaged in a rapturous conversation about wine for a good fifteen minutes before Ant cleared his throat.

“Hey, uh, Rick, do you have any glasses, for the wine I mean?" Rick's eyes met Ant's briefly and the big cat smiled knowingly.

“Oh, you know where the kitchen is, honey, you go take your fox over and I'll wait here. I'll just have a little taste too, please, once you're done you're there."

They made their way through the somewhat cluttered hallway and out into the kitchen, through the curtained window Matt could hear voices chatting and laughing outside.

“Sorry about Rick." Ant started quietly. “He can be a little overwhelming at first but he's a good guy and he means well."

“Oh, please, it's no trouble at all, I love talking about wine, it is my ideal job as I said."

“Oh really? I don't remember you saying…" Ant mused.

Matt pulled a wine key from his back pocket with a flourish and started opening the wine. He had just managed to get the cork out when he felt Ant's breath warm against the back of his ear. He very nearly dropped the bottle again.

“Hey, fox, I don't suppose I could… go first could I? I… I'm a little shy and I thought that since I found you, you'd be willing to… you know… play favourites?"

Matt turned to face the bigger canid. The grey wolf's confident smile was now replaced with a little uncertainty. A look of anticipation, or was that… desire?

“Oh, of course, silly. You are my favourite after all." Matt gulped and hoped this didn't sound too corny.

He poured a nice big glass of wine and proffered it to the canine. Ant sipped it dutifully and put it down.

“Thanks fox, but I'm not really all that into wine, I'm more of a beer guy myself."

With that he grabbed Matt by the hips and drew him into a deep kiss.

The Tempranillo was soft and sweet, just a hint of summer strawberries, oaked but not overly so. The flavour was rapidly overwhelmed however by the tongue that slipped insistently into his muzzle and the strong musk emanating from the obviously worked up wolf.

Their lips parted for a moment and Matt's drew in a sharp breath, his heart racing, his head spinning.

He'd always fantasised about making out with a guy at a party. He just didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Ant moved a paw up to behind Matt's head and drew him in for another kiss, fondling Matt's ears in the process, the diminutive vulpine moaned into Ant's muzzle as he felt their bodies press together lustfully.

Ant effortlessly lifted Matt up onto the island countertop in the middle of the kitchen and started pawing at his pants.

Matt gasped as his pants were roughly pulled down to his ankles, exposing his thighs to the cold night air. Without so much as looking at them, Ant yanked down the fox's carefully selected underwear and started fondling his soft fluffy white balls.

Matt started panting uncontrollably as Ant coaxed him into an erection. This was all going so fast. Too fast. His mind was racing.

The little voice in his head was taunting: “Wasn't this what you wanted, you dork? For a hot handsome guy to rip your clothes off and ravage you senseless at a party?"

“I mean yeah of course" came the silent reply in his own mind “but I dunno, I kind of expected to be a little more drunk?"

Ant went in for another kiss while he massaged Matt's cock, then bent down to take the fox's growing shaft into his muzzle. Matt bit on his paw to stifle a yelp of excitement.

The larger canine used one paw to hold Matt steady while the other paw unbuckled his own pants to drop them around his feet.

Matt only caught a glimpse of Ant's thick engorged sheath before he was pressed down onto his back with one powerful paw. His heart was thumping so fast and loudly that even Ant paused, feeling the fox's heart racing under his paw.

“Hey, Matt, are you OK? You still OK with all this?"

Matt swallowed, his throat dry, panting with excitement. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted Ant's cock in him that very moment.

“Yes" he hissed through clenched teeth, he brought his paws up to grab Ant by the forearm. “P.please, I w.want this."

“There's a good fox."

Ant slipped his cock towards Matt's tight virginal pucker, Matt closed his eyes and tried not to clench as the slick precum-coated shaft pressed up under his tail, searching for the hole.

“A little low…" Matt began then groaned as Ant forced himself deep into the fox in one go. Matt stifled another yelp and tried to get his breathing under control, tried to relax himself around the rock-hard shaft.

It was happening, it was really happening. Sex with a super-hot guy, on this kitchen counter at this random party, and he didn't even like wine. That was odd wasn't it? Why did he even want to invite a sommelier to a BYO party if he didn't even like wine? Should Matt have selected some beer or something instead?

The thoughts were driven from his head as Ant started thrusting his way slowly into the fox's inexperienced body. Ant's paws gripped him by the shoulders and held him down firmly against the countertop. He grunted gently and thrust again, again and again into Matt's tight but rapidly loosening entrance. Matt closed his eyes and willed his body to cooperate. He wanted this, needed this, he'd been dreaming of this moment for so long.

Ant increased his speed, the thrusts grew faster and faster, deeper, and deeper, the wolf's capacious cock started pressing insistently up against Matt's prostate and the fox squealed with sensory overload, precum flowing freely from his shaft to soak into his bulging sheath.

Matt felt a muzzle envelop his own smaller but no less firm erection, paws ran up and down his lithe form, exploring his body, rifling through every intimate part of him. The muzzle at his cock suckled hard, insistent, and the cock under his tail pounded him harder and harder in the prostate. He looked down in confusion. Was Ant really that flexib…?

There between his legs he saw the black and white ears of a border collie greedily sucking on Matt's painfully erect cock, he yelled out in surprise but a paw reached up and pulled his muzzle open. He caught a glimpse of orange fur with black stripes, Rick's knowing smile and then his vision was obscured by Rick's ample balls as he thrust his cock down the fox's muzzle.

“Guk" Matt managed and tried to sit up, but Ant's strong arms held him down effortlessly.

Matt wriggled in the lupine's grasp, tried to spit out the cock but it was all too much, the sensations swept over him in waves till he shuddered violently and against his will he came into the collie's maw. Matt let out a high pitched wail around Rick's cock as his body shuddered over and over, thick ropes of fox cum guzzled down greedily by the canine at his crotch.

It wasn't over, not even by half. Ant picked up his pace pounding Matt's now extremely sensitive prostate over and over. The unnamed collie squeezed the fox's balls as if hoping this action would garnish him more fox nectar. Rick's barned cock brushed roughly across Matt's tongue and deeply into his throat.

Finally, with a howl of triumph, Ant came thickly into Matt and at that moment the overwhelmed vulpine realised he hadn't even checked to see if there was a condom. He could feel Ant's cock pulsate and writhe within him disgorging its contents all throughout his insides. He shuddered with satisfaction and yelped in pain as Ant's knot grew within him, locking them together temporarily in passion.

The cock in his muzzle popped out for a brief moment but before he could say anything Rick's thick turgid member sent a hot stream of sticky fluid partly into Matt's open muzzle and partly over his carefully manicured face fur.

The fox sputtered and swallowed, blinking as cum ran down his muzzle and into an eye. He looked down between his legs at the border collie who grinned up at him confidently, giving him another lick as he rifled a black paw through the fox's tummy fur.

“Aww, sorry sugar, did I get your eye, I didn't mean to." Rick didn't sound all that sorry.

Ant pulled Matt up off the counter, wiped cum from his eye and kissed him again, the knot in his tail hole holding them together again for a sweet-sweet moment.

Matt's back was slick with sweat, his face fur matted with rapidly congealing cum, the remnants of his own climax leaked out of his rapidly receding sheath into his soft downy crotch fur and Ant's knot continued to throb, an impossible to ignore reminder of what had just happened. Matt looked up. Ears flattened and saw the collie wipe his muzzle with the back of his paw and grin up at him.

“Great load, fox, I knew you would be worth is but dang."

“Oh wow, what a show, you really putting us all to shame here boy" Matt's ears and head swivelled to the new person in the room: an older Doberman, about Rick's age who came over and gave Ant a big hearty clap on the back.

“Well, it's my first one" Ant replied a little self-consciously “and I wanted to it to be special."

“Oh, he's special alright" the Doberman lent down and gave Matt a passionate kiss on the muzzle. “Say, little fox, are you doing OK?" the older canine looked down at Matt with ears perked in father-like concern

“Ant…" Matt's voice came out as a bit of a squeak between heaving and panting. “Can we… talk… for a bit…." Matt looked anxiously around the room at all the unfamiliar faces. “P…privately, please?"

Ant had to half carry Matt upstairs to the guest bedroom so they could have their awkward chat.

“But I paid you and everything!" Ant was pacing around the room, ears askew in confusion, Matt sat on a chair, trying not to leak on the furniture.

“No, no, that was for the wine!" Matt pressed his fingers into his temple, trying to make sense of the situation.

“But what did you even think BYO means?" Ant gesticulated wildly.

“BYO, bring your own drinks, of course, as in wine, I even selected the goddamn wine for you."

“No, no, no, BYO as in bring your own fox."

They looked at each other, frozen in a tableau of slow realisation.

“Bring your own… Fox?" Matt said the words slowly as if testing each of them in his mind.

“Y..yeah, usually it's a friend who wants a gang-bang situation, you know, someone brings a fox in, everyone has a go, the fox has fun, yada yada, everyone wins. I've never been before, so I wanted to impress them by getting…" he sat down heavily and looked up at Matt beseechingly “… a really special fox" he looked like he was about to cry.

“And the fox is…" Matt continued slowly. “Me? I'm the fox you brought?"

“Yeah"

“I'm the…" he swallowed slowly, tasting Rick's cum on the back of his tongue “red?"

“Yeah, the guys were o excited, I took a picture and everything, everyone chipped in a little cash!"

“So wait, you thought I was some kind of hooker?"

“N…no, well, not really, I assumed you were looking to date, just like you said, but once you heard it was a gang bang you wanted money."

Ant looked up at Matt and spread his paws beseechingly “Which I totally respect, by the way, its no shame to want to get paid and you're totally worth it. Totally!"

“Wait, what?"

“Yeah, you are like top class ass, like incredible, the way you took me, you must be super experienced."

Matt blushed just a little bit flattered despite himself “N..no, it… was my first time."

Matt was speechless for a good 5 minutes.

“But why did you…" he started after he found his voice.

“I thought this was about wine, about me being a sommelier, you know, someone whose job it is to select wine?" Matt leant forward earnestly and felt Ant's cum leaking slowly through his still gaping tail hole.

“Oh, fox, I am so sorry, I am such an ass" Ant held his head in his big paws. “I didn't even know what a sommofabitch was till you told me just now." Tears welled in his eyes. “I didn't mean to disrespect you, I just thought you were so perfect…"

“No, please, stop, don't beat yourself up, you are fine. You are more than fine in fact, I really like you, you're super nice, and I had a lot of fun." He blinked his eyes to try get rid of the cum that was starting to dry out in the corner of his eye. “Mostly… most of it was a lot of fun."

“Yes, of course, but this is not right, I have to tell them what happened, it's all my fault, they will all be super appalled at me and rightly so. They'll never forgive me for putting you in that situation, never."

Matt's heart jumped into his throat in sympathy. It's true this was definitely not a great situation but it wasn't really Ant's fault after all, it's not like he did it on purpose, it was just a misunderstanding. And all because of the misunderstanding what was going to happen now? Would Ant lose friends over this?

They made their slow way down the stairs to the lounge where everyone else was waiting. Everyone else, Matt realised, who hoped to have their turn fucking him tonight.

The collie, leaning naked and nonchalantly against the stair railing was the first to speak.

“So, fox? Kevin and I" he gestured to the Doberman “have just played rock paper scissors and I won the chance to be next under your tail, ok. Do you need to wash up a bit or can I go right now? I don't want to waste this hard-on" Charlie hefted his not insubstantial erection in his right paw.

Matt recoiled, not ready for another assault on his inexperienced anus.

“Charlie…." Ant started, his ears and tail drooping painfully low “it's not…"

“Not? Not what? What did you do this time Ant?" Charlie threw his paws up in frustration, ears flicking in irritation.

This was it, this was the moment when Ant would be ostracised from his friends all for a mistake, all for… him.

Matt heard himself clearing his throat tentatively.

“Uh, what he means to say, uh, Charlie, um, is it's not polite to, uh, get under my tail as you so eloquently put it without an introduction."

“Oh, right, introduction" the collie's hackles lowered slightly, “I'm Charlie, studying computer science, second year, what else do you want to know?"

Ant made a move as if to protest but Matt squeezed his paw tightly gaining confidence every moment.

“N..nice to m..meet you Charlie, I'm Matt, first year hospitality."

They stood there awkwardly staring at each other, not sure of what else to say.

“OK, well, if you want to earn your money you better bend over fox because I haven't had my turn yet."

Ant growled in protest and Matt tried not to scowl at the demanding dog as he slowly got down on all fours, looking over his left shoulder apprehensively.

“Higher up, fox, and get your tail out" Charlie yanked Matt's tail out from between his legs and pulled the fox back onto his hips. Matt failed to suppress a yelp as he was impaled on the collie's engorged cock.

Matt bit his lip and tried to enjoy the sensation, tried not to think about the fact that Charlie, like Ant before him had also chosen not to use a condom. Charlie gripped him roughly by the hips and laid into him over and over.

“See, Ant, this is how you treat a bitch, you're way to timid, my friend" the collie chuckled confidently.

“You like it when I pull on your tail huh, don't you fox?" the collie pulled his tail and nipped him on the shoulder. Matt closed his eyes and willed the moment to be over, tried hard to make the noises he thought would excite the collie and get him to finish sooner.

As it was, Charle wasn't interested in finishing soon, he pummelled Matt hard into the floor until the fox's knees gave out and he collapsed in a sweaty heap, Charlie rolled him over and continued missionary position, the second time he entered felt even deeper than the first, Matt's legs hung limply over the collie's shoulders, his soft and useless cock dangling between his legs.

Finally, blessedly, Charlie came with an excited bark and leaned forward for a sloppy kiss, which Matt submitted to reluctantly. Charlie pushed himself up off the ground with one paw.

“Whew, this boy's a fucking legend" he grinned, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I don't think I've ever cum that hard."

Kevin, the older Doberman and (Matt presumed) Rick's partner was a lot quieter and more experienced, but he didn't give Matt any time to recover. He had been stroking his hefty canine cock while watching the scene unfold in front of him and so pounced on the prone vulpine before he could even catch his breath.

As he entered the gaping fox hole, his thick cock made the fox squirm and pant. Matt bit back a whimper as Kevin hilted him and kissed him all over. The older dog positioned himself over the panting, whining vulpine and settled in for a long and leisurely fuck. Matt very nearly had to beg the bigger dog to stop several times but he tried to be brave because that's what they were expecting: an experienced slutty fox who they could do anything to. Kevin came like a freight train and remained tied to the fox for a good half hour before he reluctantly disengaged, kissing Matt between the ears.

It was a full hour into the walk back home from the party before Ant spoke.

“T..thank you, they would never have forgiven me if ..."

Matt stepped gingerly, his buttocks aching his tail hole seeping a steady stream of cum down his leg and into his socks.

“It… it's ok, Ant, I really like you and none of this is your fault, just a funny.. ohh… misunderstanding I guess."

His phone buzzed and he looked down at it, it was a message from Charlie.

“Bigger BYO next week. Want you there. Happy to pay. Keen?"

He bit his lip.

“What's that?" Ant raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“Oh, nothing" Matt put his phone away and leant into the big fluffy shoulder squeezing Ant softly. “I feel like I've just interviewed for my first summer job is all."