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Chapter 2

It takes a few moments for EZ to compose himself, he is quite literally locked into me so there isn’t much he can do in this moment. Or so I thought. I yelp as he shifts backward so he can lean against the wall where a headboard should be, forcing me to have to sit up in his lap muzzle to muzzle. My cock twitches as he slides even deeper into me, I swear I can feel his cum warming my insides.

“What exactly did that entail,” He asks, shock still apparent on his face.

“I’m sure you’ve watched porn before. Doesn’t take that much of an imagination,” I respond without meeting his gaze. The room suddenly felt all too small, should I not have shared that with him?

“Like, participated or held the camera or…” EZ seems to have caught a second wind despite me still being in a post-orgasm glow.

I take a breath and start my little elevator speech, “I started off doing my own thing, then one day I was asked to help a friend of mine with her personal project. Then another. Soon enough I had a few contacts and, yeah, I kind of freelanced I guess. Sex is fun and I like to think I know what I’m doing.” This isn’t the first time I told someone I filmed porn, but it is the first time I’ve–

EZ interrupts, “She? Oh, I take it you’re Bi? Or pan?”

I tense up, causing a low grumble to come from the wolf under me. I lose my breath for a moment as his knot pulses in me once more. I notice I’m hesitating too long and quickly breathe out, “I don’t–I’m not really one for labels.”

“You’ve filmed with guys right?”

What’s with him and all these questions? I look up to meet his green eyes but quickly have to pull mine away. My hands fidget so I start playing with the fur on his chest. “I have yeah… but like, it wasn’t my preferred uh, preference. I didn’t do it a lot, The money was good and it helped pay for college so I couldn’t really say no.” I breathe, the post-nut clarity is kicking in and I can’t understand how I got myself in this situation. I do my best to ignore the cum that’s still marking my body.

“Oh, what’s it called,” he bit his lip in thought. “Gay for pay?” He didn’t seem mad. But…I don’t know why his questions were getting to me.

“I guess? I mean you’re the first–” I clear my throat to cut myself off. When is his knot going to go down?

A brief silence passes between us. “Am I the first guy you’ve been with outside of porn?” He looks up at me with that damn smirk on his face.

I need to hide myself from his eyes so I push forward and lose myself in his strong chest. “I need to stop talking.”

He surprises me by wrapping his arms around me, pulling me closer. “I don’t mind if that’s the case. I just want to know,” he pauses to sigh and squeeze my shoulders. “Did you do this to make up for hitting me or something? I mean, if you’re not gay–”

I pull my head up and say a bit louder than I intend, “No!” His ears flick back. I flinch at the reaction and say softer, “Not that at all, I mean. If I didn’t enjoy it, would I have made this big of a mess?” I point to his cum covered tummy.

“Porn is all about acting ain’t it?”

“Okay fair but, this was…real,” I barely whisper the last part.

It’s then that I feel his knot shrink enough to slide out of me. He pulls his member from my hole, causing one last moan to leave me. His mess leaks out of me, dribbling down my sack and onto the bed. EZ taps my side, so I shakily slide off of him and fall face-first into his bed. I’m immediately greeted by his scent once again which makes me relax and grow more confused at the feelings swirling inside me.

He gently gets out of bed to stand, suddenly going quiet. When I look over my shoulder at him I can see his eyes glued to me. My lower half specifically.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I chuckle.

“Can I?”

I look him up and down. Oh, he’s serious. “Go ahead.” I shuffle to arch my back and reach behind me to spread my ass to show off just how much he wrecked my hole. It brings me joy to see him look for his phone in a panic. It isn’t much longer after I see a telltale flash illuminate the room.

“This will keep me warm during many cold nights,” he says with a husky growl in his voice which I think he adds for my benefit. I’m grateful for it.

“I’m gonna go clean myself up, I shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. You can join me if you’d like, but I’d understand if you head out while I’m gone.”

I hear him leave the room and close the door behind him. I stay face down on the bed while my tail twitches content. While he’s away, I take time to observe his room. There are some random posters on his walls from various forms of media and some weights in the corner. He has a typical room that a college boy would have, but he does have his unique interests scattered about. A small part of me wants to get up and move on with the night. I’m sore, in more ways than one now, and I have no idea how I felt about the man whom I just met a few hours ago. The times that I’ve been with other men were purely for monetary gain. This was something entirely different.

Eventually, he comes back with a dark blue towel tied around his waist. EZ lets it fall to the ground without a second thought and walks over to his dresser to pull out a pair of underwear. I watch his muscular backside slide into the tight-fitting fabric, when he turns around his sheath is bulging out from the front. I wonder if I’ve ever seen him walking around campus before. He has a certain air of normalcy to him now that he isn’t so focused on me. The wolf stands at the end of the bed and rests his paws on his hips.

“Would you like to stay the night,” he asks softly, and I slowly nod. He bends over to pick his towel up off the floor and makes his way over to me. I take the fabric from him and carefully clean myself up as best I can of our fluids. When I finish that, he hands my underwear back to me and makes his way over to the right side of the bed. When he sits, I bounce up in the air from his weight. He lays on his back and his arms are crossed against his chest. I lay still facing him. He fiddles with his claws for a few moments before hesitantly raising his arm.

It takes me a second to realize he is inviting me over to cuddle with him. I scoot closer to him and relax my head on his chest, careful to not let my ears get in the way. He rests his heavy arm around me like a weighted blanket and I let out a heavy sigh into his fur. It isn’t long before I fall asleep with his scent swirling in my mind.

…….

As soon as I open my eyes, I can tell I overslept. There’s an inky blackness obscuring the room. It takes me a second to pull away from the weight on top of me, only after do I realize I was nearly muzzle-deep into a certain wolf’s armpit. That’s a first. I blink the fuzziness from my eyes and slowly scramble to sit up. As I do, I can feel an ache under my short tail. EZ is still fast asleep with his tongue lolling out of his mouth unaffected by my movements. I do my best to get out of his bed without waking him up to scramble for my phone to see what time it is. I’m able to find it in the puddle of fabric that I recognize as my jeans from yesterday. White text reads 11:47 AM and right under it is a reminder for my psych class at noon. I rush to put my pants on and pick my shirt up from the floor, not caring about the new holes that are ripped into the garments. There are streaks of red on my shirt, telling me that there is no way I can wear it to class. Guilt wracks through me as I stumble over to EZ's dresser and pull a shirt out from one of his drawers. There is absolutely no way any of his clothes would fit me but I’d have to make it work. I pull a random navy blue athletic shirt over my head, catching it on one of my ears, and make for his door.

I run out of his apartment, barely remembering to grab my backpack before I leave and bolt down the sidewalk. My foot is killing me with each step I take. I must look like a madman as I run toward campus. It would’ve been easier if I had my skateboard. As the world spins past me, I can’t tell if I’m running for class or if I’m running from the thoughts in my mind. Would I want to see him again? Would he want to see me again? It was just a fling, it doesn’t have to mean anything. I’m not ready for another relationship again. Like he said, he wouldn’t judge me if I left…so why did I stay the night? Dammnit! I can’t deal with this right now.

I make it to class only five minutes late, the professor barely passes me a glance as I move my way to my seat. I struggle to not wheeze my lungs out in the quiet class. For the next hour and a half, I do my best to take notes. There is no way I’m volunteering to speak up at any point today. About halfway through class, I notice the fox sitting next to me scrunching his nose and tossing me some weird looks. At first, I think nothing of it. After all, I did just sprint all the way here so I probably smell like sweat and musk. Then it hit me. Foxes have a stronger sense of smell than I do. And I didn’t shower after last night. I nearly slam my face into the desk in shame. I pray that no one else can smell last night’s activities.

The class can’t end quickly enough. Once the professor dismisses us, I bolt for the exit. With my responsibilities for the day over, I make my way back to my apartment with a limp and my head hung low. It takes longer than it should to make it home. My roommates should still be out on campus or at work so I don’t bother trying to be quiet when I walk back into the house.

A shout comes from the living room, “Where have you been!”

I wince at hearing Sammie’s voice, guess she didn’t have work today. The bat has her arms crossed when I turn the corner. “Hi, Sammie.”

“Don’t you ‘hi Sammie’ me! Where the hell were you last night, you had the three of us worried sick,” She yells, I totally forgot to text my roommates that I wouldn’t be coming home last night.

“I uh, had a bit of a spontaneous night,” I sigh doing my best to avoid her scrutiny.

She steps forward to embrace me, “You had us worried all night! Look at you, there’s blood on your pants! I mean what if–” her voice stops and I can feel her leathery wings tighten against me. “Oh…oh!” She steps back and punches me in the chest. “You got laid last night!”

“I’m going to my room,” I quickly stammer. I push past her and walk to my room, I go to close the door but she jams her foot against it before I can. If she wasn’t my best friend I’d have lashed out at her.

“Not until you tell me why there’s blood and jizz on you! Are you alright? Did something bad happen last night? Or something really good” An undertone of concern is present in her voice.

“I ran into someone last night while skating home last night. They took me back to their place to clean my wounds and uh, things moved on from there,” I relent.

“That’s amazing,” She squeals, I walk over to my bed and plop down. “Well, the sex part. Not so much the possible assault. This is healthy for you!”

I quirk my head at her, “Healthy?”

“Yes! We’ve all seen how out of it you've been since Beth, so it’s great to see you putting yourself out there again.”

As if my mood can’t get worse, once that name is mentioned I have to clench my fists to keep them from shaking. “I’m not ‘putting myself out there again’. This was a one-time thing, Hell, it probably shouldn’t have happened to begin with,” I admit. I’m such a fool! I wasn’t ready for something like this yet. I’ve had other partners since her, but this didn’t feel like those times. I close my eyes and press my paws against them to keep any tears from coming out.

Sammie goes quiet, I feel the bed sink next to me as she sits down and places a paw on my back. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really?”

“You won’t go to a therapist, so, this is your bestie asking you to open up. Come on, what’s going on in that boy brain of yours?” I know she’s trying to help, but I can’t help but feel like I’m disappointing myself by talking about it.

“It’s just that, when I broke up with Beth six months ago I promised myself that I would give myself time to heal,” I open my eyes to look around my room to keep myself in the present. “She was so emotionally abusive, so much so I’ve only recently been able to start eating normally again. She took me from my friends and family. You saw how I was, I was a shell of myself.” Once the words came out of my mouth it was hard to stop. “I had to focus on her, my grades started to slip, and I had issues paying for school when she made me stop doing my ‘side hustle’. Only recently have I been able to get back on track, much to your help and the others,” I sniffled and reached down to squeeze her free paw. “I mean, she even made sex hard for me. And I love sex!”

She asked gently, “Do you feel guilty for what you did last night?”

“Not one bit! Well, not in the moment,” I relented.

“So what’s making you feel this way?”

“Last night was a first for me. I slept with another guy, like, for fun.”

“I can tell, a wolf from what I can smell. Certainly a boy too,” she giggles. “That wasn’t your first time fucking a dude though from what I remember you telling me.”

“I’ve bottomed two or three times before, but I didn’t like it. I’ve only liked being with women all my life and…”

“Woah, you really had a good time last night didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I exclaim as I stand up and start pacing. “It wasn’t just the sex but everything about him! His looks, his height, the way he growls at me, his smell! I haven’t had a crush like this in–in years! I don’t think I ever liked Beth as much as I did in two years like the way I enjoyed EZ for one night! and this was just a fling! Just some fuck that means nowhere near as much for him as it does for me.”

Sammie clears her throat and speaks up, “Did he tell you that?”

“No?”

“Then how do you know that’s true? That this meant nothing to him.”

“Why should it? It all happened so quickly. He’s like 6’8 and three hundred pounds of wolf! And I’m just…me.” I sit back down next to her and rest my head in my paws.

“Don’t talk down to yourself like that! Fisher, you are smart, caring, and adorable. Did you two talk afterward?”

I clenched my jaw, “After he showered we went right to bed, then I had to rush out of there, or else I’d be late for class. I didn’t even wake him up.”

Sammie moves to sit on the floor, a quirk of hers that she much prefers over sitting on furniture. “So, this may just be a possibility but do you think, just maybe, that you may be overreacting?”

I whine, “I’m stupid I know.”

She snaps, “Don’t call yourself that! You said it yourself, it sounds to me like this is the start of a crush.”

“I’ve never had a crush on a guy before.” I cross my legs and hug them to my chest.

“It all starts somewhere, maybe exploring your sexuality for fun and not business can be a good thing for you. Sexuality is fluid, sometimes it just changes. Or sometimes a certain person just comes along.”

I say quietly, “I promised myself that I wouldn’t jump into anything again, I’m still not fully over Beth, and I…

“Then don’t jump into anything. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. This could be good for you and if it’s not, then you drop the guy. Just like that. It must be off to a great start already if you have his name on you,” she says. Can’t say I’ve heard that metaphor before.

“Oh, I get it. Cause I smell like him right?”

She cocks an eye at me, “Uh, no? You literally have his name on you, or his last name anyway. On your back.”

My eyes go wide, I jump to my feet and run over to my mirror. This morning I grabbed a random shirt without really taking a look at what could be on it. At the very top near my shoulders BRAUN was written out in big capital letters and a fancy sports logo was on the back. As I look closer, I realize that it’s from a national wrestling meet. So, it was expensive. “I didn’t mean to take a shirt he cares about! Oh God, I just didn’t want to wear my shirt because it was covered in blood! What if he needs this back?”

“Looks like you just found yourself a reason to go back there,” Sammie stands and claps me on the shoulder. “Now that it seems like a panic attack is avoided, I’ll let you be so you can have your first-ever queer panic.” She leaves the room, and I do exactly that.

……

I spend a little over a week thinking non-stop about my encounter with EZ. I feel obligated to return his shirt but can’t get the nerve to look for his apartment and return it. Each day that passes makes me think about him more and more. I can’t even escape him in my sleep. I see the wolf in my dreams I can’t hold onto long enough to remember. While I do my best to not think about the situation, that only makes things more apparent.

I go to class every day and try to take notes as best I can but can’t help but doodle his name in the margins like I was still in middle school. Lately, I’ve been holding his shirt like a stuffed animal to go to bed. I think I would die from embarrassment if anyone found out. Sammie does her best to get me to talk to her about everything, she succeeds for the most part, but even she couldn’t persuade me to go to his place. No matter what I try, I can’t get EZ to leave my head. I try jerking off to porn I usually look at and it helps for a bit, but even when I’m done cleaning the spunk off of me I’m left wanting more. Now that I know his full name, it took every fiber of my being to not search EZ Braun on the internet.

When Sammie mentions doing that herself, I can’t help but join her in the process. He doesn’t have any social media as far as Sammie can find, but there are a few articles that mention him and his wrestling career back in high school. It doesn’t tell us much other than that he was a pretty damn good athlete. No wanted posters appear,b so that’s a relief.

When I bomb a quiz for one of my classes on Friday, now nine days since our meeting, I knew that I needed to do something. What makes it all the more nerve-wracking is the fact that I waited this long and didn’t just go up and down the neighborhood searching for his apartment. Realizing that I knew maybe five of the twenty questions on my quiz puts a damper on my day, but if anything it makes me push all the more to confront the wolf. After class, I would usually go right back home to prep some food and get ready to let loose during the weekend. Sammie and I planned a drunk movie night tonight and I was really looking forward to just chilling at home in my boxers but today something caught my eye.

As I start to walk out of Quill Hall, the psych department building, I see a pink poster with the words LGBTrivia & Social | Library Fri. 7 pm. I’ve seen posters for our queer club on campus before, but I didn’t think anything of them until now. I continue to leave the building, doing my best to convince myself that I’m not interested in going. It’s not until I’m halfway to the library that I realize that I can’t up and go home now. There are still about two hours until the event starts, so I decide to get some homework done in the meantime instead. When I walk into the library it’s pretty quiet. Not many students tend to come here on a Friday night. It doesn’t take me long to rush up the flight of steps at the center of the building to the second floor where I’d be able to see who enters the building a bit better. Would EZ come tonight? Just because he is gay, or at least gay-adjacent, doesn’t mean he’s a member of the club, I tell myself. Even so, I really hope that I see a mountain of dark fur enter the building. Time ticks by fast, but I make sure to text Sammie that I’ll be a little late for our plans tonight and explain my current situation.

“Booo. I’ll still B drinking tho. Tell me ALL the deets when ur home <3”

6:45 rolls around and I put away all my notebooks and computer to keep an eye out for everyone walking in. Eventually, a few people walk in who I assume are here for social. All of them had various styles that read ‘queer punk’. After I started showing myself on camera, I became more interested in keeping up my appearance so my current attire read fashionable but…generic. My bright blue eyes tend to be what gets me noticed. When I’m clothed that is.

It’s around 8:10 that I start to worry EZ isn’t going to show face. Despite my initial disappointment, I didn’t just wait here for hours to not attend the event. Maybe I’ll even get to learn more about myself. I take it slow down the steps, feeling like I’m hiding from a predator that has my scent. In the back of the library, I can see a small group of people piled around a few tables. A chorus of cheers erupts from the crowd, they are all facing a screen that is being projected on.

I quickly slink to the back of the crowd with minimal eye contact being made with other people. I try and sit cool to show that I’m comfortable. Then immediately shift positions because it’s uncomfortable. A short labrador standing next to the screen announces a trivia question to the crowd and I watch as allgoes quiet. Hushed whispers cloud the air as small groups confer with one another. There are a few others who don’t have their head down who are watching like I am. None of them are wolves.

It’s then that I feel a chair slide next to me, “Hello skater boy, haven’t seen you here before.” I nearly jump out of my skin as I recognize the possum sitting beside me. “This related to the previous time I saw you by chance?”

“Geez! Where’d you come from?” I clutch at my chest as if that will slow my racing heart.

Percy was wearing a dark blue cropped hoodie with a dark pair of pants that had some stitched designs going down the leg. He played with his earrings as he responded, “I’ve been here before trivia night started, took me a bit to decide whether I should come and say hi or not.”

“You were? I didn’t see you walk in.”

“I came in the back entrance, how I prefer.” He winked at me. “What, hoping someone else would come?”

I stare at him with my muzzle open thinking of how to sidestep the question. “I see you dyed your fur recently.”

Percy immediately perked up and eagerly replied, “Yes I did! Thank you for noticing. I thought a cute pink and purple combo would look good on me. You think so?” He stood from his seat and did a fancy twirl for me, which I was honestly impressed by.

“I think it’s great on you.” I smile at him, happy to have disguised my previous response.

“Thanks, skater boy. You have such a way with words,” he giggles.

“My name is Fisher, by the way, if you don’t remember.”

“Oh, I do! Skater boy is just your nickname in the apartment.”

Like a vinyl scratch, the whole world goes still. I can feel myself fracturing from the inside out.

“I have…a nickname...in your apartment?”

“Yep! EZ has been right pissy since you smashed and dashed. Been talkin’ not stop about ya,” he said as casually as stating the weather. Percy clapped his paws when the announcer called out the answer to the previous question.

I exclaim, “I didn’t do that!” When he tosses me a goofy look I reiterate, “I didn’t mean to do that, I was late for class! And I don’t have his number or anything. Don’t quite remember where you live either.”

“Oh, you’re fine sweetie, I’m just the best friend.” He pauses to wave at a few people who join the crowd late. “It’ll do him good to get knocked down a peg, that wolf has the full package. And I’m not just talking about,” he points down at his waist. “Besides, I have a feeling this will all get sorted out soon.”

“I hope so. I don’t want him to think I just ditched him,” I sigh.

“Then lucky for you, I’m somewhat of an expert in solving the drama in this club.”

I squint my eyes at him, “What does that mean?”

“Oh, nothing.” He smiles at me and a devious smile appears on the possum’s face. “Just that I already texted him that you were in attendance before I came over to say hi.”

My breath catches in my throat, “You what?!”

He shrugs, “I gave you an opening.”

As I process what he’s saying, a squirrel and a siamese appear in front of me. Percy jumps from his chair and pulls the two in a hug, he greets them and engages in small talk. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? I watch Percy pull his friends away and sit just a bit away from me. He looks back at me and smiles nice and wide. I wanna strangle that twink.

I awkwardly twiddle my digits for the next few minutes as I wait for the giant wolf to appear. Despite anticipation, I jump when I hear a familiar voice rumble behind me.

“An awfully nosey roommate messaged me that you were here,” EZ rumbled behind me, voice low so as to not let it carry through the room. He squeezes into the seat next to me

I jump when his voice rumbles out and I turn to look at the man. I’ve been rehearsing what I would say to him but despite the practice, I was all too lost for words now that the wolf was sitting next to me. I finally speak up, “I was hoping to see a familiar face at this event, though I was surprised when I saw Percy.” A shy smile works itself onto my muzzle.

“Can’t say I normally attend events like this,” he admits. “But I had the right incentive. Will you be saying goodbye this time or will you steal another shirt of mine? Maybe my socks?”

Panic immediately rushes through me. I stumble out my apology, “I’m so sorry! I overslept and was late for class! I couldn’t wear my shirt with the mess that was on it and I didn’t mean to take a shirt that probably meant something to you and also didn’t–” I stop myself when I see EZ trying to restrain a laugh. I can’t help but blush. “And maybe now I just realize I may have been worried about nothing all week.”

“I can’t say that I wasn’t a little disappointed to have woken up to an empty bed. But I didn’t take it personally or anything.”

“Percy says you’ve been complaining all week.”

It is EZ’s turn to look away shyly. “I need to put a muzzle on him. Okay, maybe I took it a little personal.” We both sit in the awkward silence that ensues. Oh god, why did I come here in the first place?

“I wanted to go back to your place to return your shirt but I couldn’t quite remember where you lived and I didn’t want to just roam the neighborhood,” I admit.

“How about we change that,” he pulls out his phone. “Mind if I get your number?”

I stare at him blankly for a moment before sharing my number with him and follow up by saying, “That was awfully smooth.”

“Now that I have your number, I’ll be sure to text you my address. Don’t want you roaming around all by your lonesome,”

“Sure, that’s why.” I smile at him.

He asks me, “Would you maybe wanna go someplace that’s not on school grounds?”

“What? Is this riveting game of trivia not up your alley,” I tease.

“I can’t say that it is. Think I’d prefer a cold drink in my paws and some nice music.”

“Then, by all means, lead the way.”