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Grand Slam

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Michael and Merlin had always been inseparable since childhood. It was no wonder when the two grew up that they would both be in love with the same things. Despite the differences in their stature and bulk, the two managed to keep up with the other and stay with one another even in college. It wasn’t a surprise when the two both went for the same degree and the same sport. With Michael’s bunny heritage giving him bursts of speed when needed and Merlin’s mixed race of deer and fox allowed him to quickly round bases and steal. Yes, from baby diapers to batting cages, the two were attached at the hip.

That is, until the real world started to encroach on their lives. College in the states gets expensive, and much like the two had done in everything else, they got similar jobs and worked hard, but they also applied for the same scholarship.

And only one of them could have it.

“You know Michael, there’s only so much we can do before one of us gets the scholarship,” Merlin tapped the aluminum bat against the floor before raising it up. The bun was in the stall next to him. They were on the roof of a building that had batting cages.

“Seriously dude?” Michael chuckled, hopping from one foot to the other as he worked himself up to really move forward with his plan. “I brought you here so we could blow off some steam, not worry about who can afford to go to college next semester.”

Just then the pitching machines came to life, whirling and getting ready to toss their first balls. Nearly in tandem a duo of balls came flying at the two. Each smacked their ball, the aluminum ringing and the balls flying up into the pressure screen and marking their scores. Both of them got a home run on the first hit.

“I know,” Merlin sighed. “I just hate that only one of us can get it.”

“At least we know it’s down to the two of us,” Michael smirked as they were pitched again. Both of them nailing their balls and the sensors giving them a base or two. “So at least one of us can be happy about it, right?”

“Yeah,” Merlin sighed, his ears drooping before snapping back up as he focused on the incoming ball. He smacked it away with skill.

“Wow, don’t try and hide your feelings from me,” Michael joked, the broad bunny rolling his shoulders and getting ready for the next ball. “Seriously dude, you’ve been a wet blanket all week.”

“I know,” Merlin sighed. “I’ve been trying not to, but it’s just so unfair. We’ve done everything together and now there’s this bottle neck were only one of us is going to be able to go on without the other. It blows.”

“Yeah, and I think there’s nothing we can do about it now,” Michael pointed out. “So why feel so glum.”

“Because…well,” Merlin smacked a ball, the sensor saying it was a fowl. “I either have to go on with my career without you, or you’ll be leaving me behind to pursue our dreams. Not that I want you to give up the scholarship if you get it. I want you to, like, succeed and shit.”

“I feel the same way, Mer,” Michael was focusing on the ball, only to miss it as it came by and cursed. “Well, how about this. Want to make a wager on this game here?”

“What’s the wager?” Merlin smirked, his competitive fire reigniting the sparkle in his emerald eyes.

“I was thinking that if you win this match, we can do whatever you want this weekend,” Michael started but smirked as he waited for the next ball to come his way. “But if I win, you got to do whatever I say. Sound like a plan?”

“Fuck, I’m game,” Merlin smirked and got ready for the next ball. The two of them hitting it square on and getting a three point run.

Michael smirked. He was always a better hitter than the little deer-fox. This would be a piece of cake.

***

“Seriously, I’m so mad,” Merlin grunted as they left the batting cage. “I seriously wanted to just nail you on that last run. The sensor must be broken.”

“Well, next time we play, you might want to put more thought into the cage you pick.” Michael smirked. “I knew the machine in my cage pitches better than any of the older units by far.”

“So you’re saying you can only win if given a handicap?”

“Four runs ahead isn’t a small win, dude,” Michael chuckled, smacking his hand on the back of the toned deer-fox. “No one likes a sore loser.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Merlin waved off his friend’s critique. “So, what plans did you have for tonight? Anything specific?”

“Oh, I got big plans for us,” Michael smirked. “Wear something nice when I pick you up.”

“Something nice? Like business casual?” Merlin cocked a brow.

“No jeans, my dude,” Michael smirked. “We’re going to…well, I won’t spoil the surprise.” The big bun shot his friend a cocky grin. “You’ll love it. Just wear something a little dressy.”

“Seriously? We going to prom?” Merlin cocked his brow, shoving his hands into his windbreaker. “Whatever. I’ll play along. You did win the game.”

“That’s right dude! And we’re men of our word if anything. So this weekend, we’re going to do what I want and you’re going to have a good time doin’ it. Comprende!” Michael chuckled, almost skipping with excitement.

“Yeah,” Merlin rolled his eyes, but he held a warm smile as he did so. “I get it. No more Johnny Rain Cloud. Nothing but good vibes from here on out.”

“Hells yeah dude!” Michael smirked, shooting him a double thumbs up. “You go home and I’ll pick you up in a couple hours.”

“Sure,” Merlin smirked. “I’ll see you in a few.”

The deer-fox and the bun diverged at their intersection and head off to their respective dorms. Merlin got to his place and set to work putting a nice outfit together that would work with his toned body. He wasn’t a huge guy like Michael was, the bun was just over six feet. No, Merlin was around five and a half feet tall. He was short, but his legs were powerful. It’s that extra speed and his fox tail’s ability to swing his momentum that made him a little speed demon. He might not be able to hit it out of the park every time, but he sure as hell could get on base. In a team sport, that was more valuable than most would give it credit for. A home run is only as valuable as the other players that make it back.

That being said, he was a cute little thing and he knew it. He wasn’t going to be caught off guard on a nice night out. Merlin and Michael had done stuff like this before where they couldn’t get dates for something and just showed up as friends, or they wanted to treat themselves so they went out to a nice place, but Michael had been a little odd the last few times. It was like he was holding himself back or just enjoying things on the surface. Not today, the bun seemed so excited and amped to take Merlin out on the town.

Merlin swung his closet open and pulled out his nicest clothes. First he pulled some tight dress pants that hugged his round ass and slender and powerful legs. They were a dark evergreen and complimented his crimson fur well. He snagged some nice dress shoes and some fun socks, the dark brown leather of his shoes shining in the lowlight with how fresh and unblemished they were. He pulled out a dark purple dress shirt with short sleeves, a pattern of tiny, evenly spaced, white polka dots all over it softening the dark color. The inner lining of the collar was white with a purple floral print, adding a bit of dimension to the outfit. Merlin then put on his glasses and sat, waiting for Michael to tell him to come down.

The deer-fox pulled out his phone and started scrolling, his social media accounts showing time loops of events that happened in the not-so-distant past. Him and Michael posing with their acceptance letters. The birthday party they had for the big bun no more than six months ago popped up. The app asked if he wanted to post something and he smirked, pulling open his albums and scrolling through all the dumb pictures of him and Michael. His face covered in cake from when they did that pie in the face fundraiser for charity. A dunk tank where they both pitched a ball and sunk their teammate. There was even the series of pictures he took of Michael throwing up after they ate that bucket of cheese curds at the county fair.

The past year had been so amazing and he had never felt closer to Michael in his life. So this whole scholarship was really putting a damper on things. It was like their friendship had a clock on it, and they would be parting as soon as one of them secured it. They both couldn’t afford to keep going to school like this, and they both wanted it…well…maybe Michael wanted it more. Merlin just wanted to be with Michael and continue this adventure they were on together. It wasn’t fair that the system was working so hard to pry them apart and pit them against each other.

A sudden buzz alerted Merlin to a text from Michael.

“Yo Bitch! I’m here!” It was accompanied with an emogie of a bunny with his mouth open and tongue hanging out. Merlin smirked and rolled his eyes and typed back.

“Be down in a sec, skank!” Merlin sent it with a similar emogie but with a fox face instead of the bun.

Merlin grabbed his wallet and phone and headed out, his shoes clacking against the tile floors as he went down and out of his dorm.

“Hey Michael,” Merlin said, looking over his phone. “Looks like it’s going to be a pretty mild night.”

Merlin looked up and froze in his tracks. There was Michael standing in a nice dress shirt and slacks, the blue dress shirt had his sleeves rolled up to expose the bun’s powerful forearms. His hair was recently washed and put up in a nice fohawk, his ears tied behind his head. He wore nice dress shoes that were lightly scuffed from a previous night out that they had. Though, the thing that caught Merlin off guard the most was the red rose the bun was holding.

“Hey,” Michael smirked, a light blush glowing on his cheeks.

“I…um,” Merlin shook his head, his ears flopping a bit. “What’s all this now? Some joke?”

“Nah man,” Michael chuckled. “I’m taking you on a date, or whatever, and you can’t say no.”

Merlin blinked, his face burning red. His heart pounded in his chest, his ears rang as he looked on, glancing about to see a few people gasping and looking on with shocked faces. No one was more shocked than Merlin.

“I…I mean…yeah I guess,” Merlin reached out and accepted the rose, the bloom trembling slightly in Michael’s hand. “I mean…I…um…shit, I’m kind of ruining the moment, aren’t I?”

“Nah,” Michael chuckled letting Merlin take the rose. “I mean, I kind of sprung this on you. You can say no if you want, but…I just wanted to…ya know, shoot my shot before the whole thing with the scholarship went through.”

Michael lifted his arm, a light sweat stain in his pit as he scratched the back of his head, the seams on his bicep straining.

“I mean…” the bun continued. “I want you to know, that no matter what happens, win or lose, rain or shine, I’m going to be there for you, ya know. I just…want to be more for you than just your bunny bud. I want to be, like, your man, man.”

Michael chuckled nervously.

“Oh…oh my,” Merlin blushed. “I…Michael…I had no idea you felt this way. I mean…I never once thought or even imagined that you’d want to…ya know…be with me. You talk about bitches all the time and how hot they are, and I know you’re bi, but I thought your preference was for chicks. So I just assumed you wanted to date girls exclusively or something?”

“I like guys too,” Michael shrugged. “I mean, I point them out for you all the time. I just…never really saw the allure except in you. I mean, you got the only part I give a damn about on a women, and the rest is just…my best friend.”

Merlin’s heart skipped a beat. That was the cutest thing Michael had ever said to him.

“Do you mean that?” Merlin cocked his brow.

“I mean, I respect women and shit, and I respect you,” Michael’s blush was getting deeper as he tried to recover from a potentially sexist faux pas. “I mean, you know I can say some pretty degrading stuff or whatever and shit, but I mean, I still respect women and you, even though you’re not really a woman, unless you want to be categorized as one? I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

Merlin put his finger to Michael’s lip, the deer-fox lightly shaking his head.

“You’re over thinking about my pussy again,” Merlin chuckled. “I’m still your bro…or now…maybe more.” Merlin looked at the rose and took his hand back. “Did you really mean you wanted to be with me, no matter how this scholarship goes?”

“I…yeah,” Michael shrugged. “I mean, I don’t want to go through my life without my best friend always being there to talk shit too. I just…do you want me like that?”

“I…I never gave it much thought…” Merlin smiled as he imagined all the times they spent together and how he had quashed the ideas of sex simply because Michael was his friend. He never really saw it as an option, but now…his cheeks burned bright thinking about it. “I would like that very much.”

Merlin looked up at the bun and smiled, his heart jolting as he allowed it to flutter for the bun. The big guy sighed before close and pulling the deer-fox into a big hug. He smelled of shampoo, cologne, and a bit of sweat.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to say this for the longest time,” Michael smirked. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easy.”

Merlin murred and nuzzled into his man’s chest.

“So, where we going on our date?”

“Your new favorite spot,” Michael smirked. “It’s a small Italian place. You’ll love it.”

“I’m sure I will,” Merlin murred. He believed Michael and what he was saying, but something deep in Merlin’s heart said this might not be enough. He needed to find a way to lock down Michael, to really be his and his alone.

If Merlin wanted this, he would need to make sure Michael had no other option than to keep him. He had to ensure Michael’s and his life would be intertwined forever.

***

The night was magical, utterly perfect in every way. The two left the restaurant with giddy anticipation rolling through them, chuckling at old and new jokes.

“I can’t believe you said that to the waiter,” Merlin chuckled.

“What? I wasn’t going to let him give you the wrong order. You think I’d let that happen to you bud?” Michael nudged Merlin with his elbow. There was a sudden souring of the mood at that. It was almost as if it was the point of no return. Was he going to be his buddy or his baby?

“Hey, Merlin,” Michael paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to change the mood.”

“No, it’s fine,” Merlin looked down, his ears drooping. “But…maybe we can try something?”

“Sure, anything for you bud,” Michael chuckled.

“Could…” Merlin paused before his ears perked up. “Could you talk to me…like I’m someone you’re trying to pick up at the bar? Ya know…call me…um…” Merlin’s resolve started to falter. Was he really going to do this?

“Hey,” Michael came over and gently cupped Merlin’s face to look him in the eyes. Michael’s hazel orbs looked into Merlin’s emerald ones. “You want to get out of here, baby?”

Michael smirked, that cocky grin he gave the boys and girls at the bars to melt their hearts. Merlin had watched the big bun perfect it in the mirror in his parent’s basement. He even helped him get the angle of his brow just right to show off his eyes without looking like he was trying to bug them out of their sockets.

In that moment, Merlin felt his heart race, his tail twitch, his toes tingle as he wrapped his arms around the bun’s thick neck and pulled himself up. Merlin closed his eyes and Michael did the same. The first barrier they hadn’t crossed was coming up fast, and when their lips bounced across each other’s, they missed, Michael hitting Merlin’s nose and the deer-fox felt the stubble on the bun’s chin. The two smirked, their eyes opening as they chuckled it off.

The streetlights flickered on, the two of them caught in the halo of that stage light. It was like they were looking at each other for the first time, the smell of one another they knew so well wafted off them. Their lids drooped before their lips pulled found one another. Merlin took in a sharp breath from his nose as Michael gave a gentle grunt, their lips were soft and warm. The entire world faded away as their lips pressed against one another. It lasted only the breath of a moment, but when they came apart, a gentle pop whispered between them. It was like the summer warm sound of snapping green beans, and yet was so much more profound.

“Wow…” They both breathed in unison.

Michael lifted his hand, his large strong fingers cupping Merlin’s head, those thick digits running through the deer-fox’s mane as he pulled him into another kiss. Merlin didn’t resist. He nearly smacked his nose against Michael’s as he closed the distance himself. Their lips pressed against one another again, their chests coming close. They had hugged before, that bro one arm hug, but this was different. This wasn’t just a hug, it was an embrace. Merlin melted into Michael’s powerful chest, their legs bumping into one another until they found a perfect spot to rest against each other.

Their lips smacked, the air filled with the sound of tender kissing, their lips barely parted, each getting a bit of the other’s warm breath before Merlin parted his maw and Michael tentatively moved his tongue forward. It was like Michael’s tongue came in and tenderly scooped up Merlin’s, the two then spiraling in a delicate dance. Tender kissing filled the air as the two made out in the light of the streetlamp.

“Holy shit,” Merlin broke the kiss with a gasp, the strong pulsing of Michael’s semi pulsing against his leg.

“I…yeah, sorry dude,” Michael chuckled. “It’s just…got a mind of its own when it comes to you.”

“Please…” Merlin gave a light huff. “Don’t…don’t call me dude like that…not…when we’re like this…”

“Oh, sorry,” Michael leaned into Merlin’s ear with a sly grin. “Babe.”

That simple change of words sent a shiver down the deer-fox’s spine. The bun gave a little chuckle before giving Merlin a nip on his ear. The deer-fox gave a little chirp at that, nuzzling into Michael and kissing his neck. The two already knew the spots on each other that drove them wild with the way they used to talk about each other’s sexual exploits. It was like their friendship had already constructed a roadmap on how the other liked to be treated. They knew each other better than the other knew themselves, and it was freeing to not have to say anything to know what the other wanted and the real life reactions of the stories they had told each other.

Hot breath huffed between them as the two continued to make out and play with each other’s ears and neck. Then Merlin broke away and pulled the big bun by the hand into the alleyway.

“Come on,” Merlin murred, the big bun following the cute deer-fox close behind until they were in the shade of the alley. Merlin guided the big bun to lean against the brick wall before he knelt down.

“Woah, dude, you sure about that?” Michael blinked. “I mean. Little Michael is up to bat, but just cuz I picked up the tab, doesn’t mean you got to give me a pick me up.”

Merlin simply looked up at him and gave a soft scowl.

“Unzip your belt,” Merlin gave a sly smirk, his tail twitching behind him. “Now.”

Michael smirked.

“Whatever you say dude,” Michael’s words were accented by the jingle of his belt.

“I know how you like to talk to your bitches,” Merlin smirked. “You really want to hold back on our first time? I heard what you said to Beth when you were slamming her.”

“You really up for being treated like that slut?” Michael chuckled, unzipping his pants, his boxer briefs practically springing out, and yet his big meat was still firmly pressed against his thigh, the massive dick needing to slide along this belt line.

“You know how I like to be treated,” Merlin smirked, gripping the hem of those boxer briefs and pulling them down. The massive cock flopped forward. Nearly ten inches of thick, veiny dick swung forward and smacked the deer-fox’s face, a strand of pre connecting Merlin’s muzzle to that oozing tip.

“Shit, for real? I thought you were kidding to get under my skin and shit. For real dude?”

“You call me dude one more time and I’ll bite your nuts off,” Merlin gave a low growl.

“Fuck, skank it is,” Michael leaned forward and snagged one of Merlin’s antlers and forced him to look the bun in the eye. “Skank.”

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