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Chapter 6: Thursday

That morning, Hunter received a call from Keanu to come over to his place. He sounded very excited and wanted to show him something interestingly urgent. The brown wolf dressed up in his room and walked across the street to meet up with his loving wolf boyfriend, his tail wagging in anticipation. Everything felt like a blur after speaking to the doorman, taking the elevator, and finally knocking on the door. Keanu answered it with a giddy smile on his face with his tail wagging in excitement.

Keanu greeted, “Hunter, hi! Come in!” He grabbed his hand, dragging him inside the living room despite his small frame. Keanu could push and pull when he wanted to.

“What do you want me to show me, babe?” Hunter said.

“Haha, this.” Suddenly there was a shopping bag on the coffee table and Keanu pulled out a familiar box.

Hunter could not believe it and stuttered, “H-huh? W-wha-what?” Keanu got a new Nebula Tab 10 before his eyes. “Wh-where did you get it?”

“I spent a day in the arcade and played the Claw Machine and I won it!” Keanu smiled. “I then heard that River’s birthday is this Saturday, so why not give it to him?”

“Can I take credit? I mean, if you are okay with it, I’ll let River know you won it for him, it’s because I’ve been trying to win those prizes at the arcade and—”

“Alright, alright, you can have half of the credit. I really don’t know what to do with it since I already have one.”

“But why did you get it then if you already have one?”

“I won it by accident, I was trying to win a new headset, but the claw caught the tablet instead. I was in shock when I won it, so here you go~.” Keanu handed it over to Hunter’s hands.

The wolf’s composure broke apart and smiled so big that he might cry with happiness. “You’re the best boyfriend I ever asked for, Keanu!”

He stepped forward and embraced him with a big hug, placing aside the new tablet on the coffee table, and stood there for a moment before sharing one passionate kiss. It was warm and comforting that it sparked their hearts lividly. They dragged their glued bodies to Keanu’s bedroom as they made out blindly like incompetent ballet dancers. They spun and spun until whoever got laid down on the bed first became the bottom. Keanu recalled Hunter saying that one time, so he made sure he pinned Hunter down on the bed and successfully did.

Hunter was surprised as they parted their soul kiss, finding himself resting on the bed but he did not mind, calling it a celebration and letting Keanu do his thing as he owned him a session after their short-lived encounter last Saturday. Keanu threw away his purple and cyan hoodie in the air and unbuckled his belt to let his pants fall by themselves before diving on top of Hunter for a massive kiss, holding his muzzle with both of his white-furred hands. Hunter drove his hands to grip Keanu’s butt cheeks, squeezing them delightfully.

Both of their crotches were aroused, rubbing and humping as they made out lecherously blind. Keanu’s hands gripped Hunter’s shirt by the collar and pulled them apart hastily, hearing the buttons popping satisfyingly in one go, and a few were ripped out and flew everywhere in a blink of an eye. Hunter’s muscular torso escaped from its confinement and freely rippled and flexed its abs and pectorals. Keanu played with them without looking with his palms, roaming, and feeling his boyfriend’s muscles as they made out blindly. Hunter kept steady and embraced every moment of it as he held his naughty boyfriend in check, but he knew he had to let him go further if he wanted a blowjob. Keanu, without any communication and instinct, parted their kiss and dived down through his open shirt, kissing a trail on his chest, nipples, stomach, and to his belly button. Hunter shivered Keanu’s lips, giggling and chuckling until he gazed at Keanu who was giving him a mischievous smile before unbuckling his belt, button, and zipper. His penis flopped out through the fly almost automatically, erecting in less than a second with gusto and ready.

Keanu laughed. “Hehe, your little friend could not wait to meet me~.” He gently gripped Hunter’s hard penis, leaking a tiny bead of precum, and gave it a teasing lick like a popsicle. Hunter slowly moaned to let his mind go wild, resting his arms behind his head to relax in pleasure. Keanu had done this a dozen times and Hunter never grew tired of it as he was always improving his blowjob skills; he was getting better and better.

Keanu opened his mouth wide and swallowed the whole length boldly like a champ, shivering Hunter at the warmth sensation, stimulating his whole length, and watched Keanu’s head bobbing up and down slowly.

“Oh, yeah… fuck~, Keanu, that’s it~… that’s it…,” Hunter whispered with his husky voice, patting his boyfriend’s head between his pointy white ears encouragingly. “Take it easy and enjoy it~.”

It was slow, but soon Keanu increased his pace faster, overwhelming Hunter a little, and felt like he was being sucked by a vacuum cleaner hose. “Whoa! Easy, Keanu.” His wolf gave him a thumbs-up and kept on blowing. “Ah~, this is new—AH~.”

Hunter propped himself up a little on his elbows and shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, Keanu almost automatically responded to the movement and kneeled on the floor without a single pause. Hunter leaned his head back in pleasure when Keanu’s skillful tongue triggered a good spot, especially his glands. Hunter’s hands gripped the sheets tightly as he could feel his incoming climax. He could not wait any longer, it was too good to end but could wait for the final orgasmic result. He was coming. He knew it had been a while he jerked off…

“Keanu, I’m cumming… keep sucking me…” Hunter pleaded as he tightened his grip on the bed sheets. Keanu complied and sucked even harder, his head bobbing faster.

Hunter thrusted his hips in tandem with Keanu’s movements, eagerly to ejaculate his biggest climax yet, he could feel it coming. His body released tiny drips of sweat everywhere as he kept his body taught like working out in the gym. Hunter’s heavy breathing shortened and loudly increased in crescendo as he felt his balls ready for release.

“Oh, shit, Keanu, I’m gonna… I’m gonna—”

The door burst open to welcome someone Hunter did not expect. “Hey, it’s my birthday!” shouted River with arms up in the air enthusiastically. “Hey, Hunter, do you have my birthday present?”

Hunter jumped and screamed, “RIVER!?”

Hunter gasped and jolted on the bed, propping both hands on the sheets for support. He stared forward at nowhere in the dark as he recovered his breath, but it became shorter and shorter until an unwanted sensation erupted between his legs.

“Oh shit, not again…” His voice strained as he felt the edge coming. The pleasure washed him over like a wave. He groaned as he uncontrollably slumped back on the bed hard, preparing for the inevitable spectacle. Without knowing, his erect penis slipped through the fly of his loose-fit boxers and freely ejaculated its first ropes of cum airborne.

“Grrgh!” he growled as he clenched his jaw. His whole body spasmed and squirmed as he held himself on the sheets, flexing his stomach and chest muscles in tandem with his orgasm. “Fuck!” he grunted and cursed at his unwelcome pleasure. He felt his hard penis pulsing and jetting his warmed, bodily fluids soiling everywhere on his body as he came. Throb after throb vibrated his helpless senses into disorientation inside his spinning head until it all ceased, leaving his tired body with a tingly afterglow.

Hunter let out a heavy, exasperated sigh as he recovered, panting, feeling his whole body drenched in sweat and his cheeks flushed in both embarrassment and arousal. He tried to keep quiet, embarrassed that someone might have heard him nearby, and hoped that no one would knock on his door. Thankfully, after a moment of silence, nobody came to check on him; all of them were sound asleep. He sighed in relief and recovered his breath to calm down as he tried to gather his thoughts and comprehend what had just happened.

After wiping a little of his sweat on his brows and forehead, he looked at the aftermath, he was peeved, his penis laid there guiltily flaccid, and it quietly tried to retrieve inside his boxers but could not; it left a massive mess on Hunter’s torso from chest, stomach, and navel. Good thing the blanket somehow was shifted and tangled on his left leg during his dream and spared the trouble of cleaning the aftermath.

Hunter groaned embarrassingly annoyed. He grabbed a hand towel inside the drawer of his nightstand just in case of this kind of situation as he could not predict his own body when it came to nocturnal emissions ever since he hit puberty. He wiped them all off and went to take a shower before his wet stains dry up into a crust on his fur and it would be a pain in the ass in getting rid of it.

But aside from his dumb wet dream, Hunter’s heart was still spooked at the last frame of his dream of seeing River out of nowhere screaming Happy Birthday. Today was Wednesday or now Thursday morning, he didn’t check the time, and River’s birthday was getting closer as he still had not gotten the tablet he wanted, like in the dream. His heart sank when he realized it was just a dream. His tail and ears laid limb as he quietly showered.

He hoped tomorrow or today was going to be the day he got the prize from those scheming machines. He would not stop unless it was the last thing he did. He clenched his fists as he mentally tried to motivate himself that today was the day.

…

Hunter was not the only one. Also, around the same time in the early hours of Thursday, Robin stared at the damned dark ceiling as he recovered his breath, concluding what had just happened. He was no stranger to wet dreams and found them to be an inconvenience at the worst possible time, which conveniently took advantage of his personal situation with Joseph.

He groaned annoyingly and looked at the aftermath under the sheets. There was a large, damp stain covering the entire crotch of his brief boxers. When was the last time I jerked off? He thought to himself.

He looked at his flamingo roommate who carelessly fell asleep on the couch from studying and unfortunately, Robin was too busy with himself to notice him when he came back to the dorm. But this was not the first time he had accidentally done it before, so why bother to drag him back onto the bed if he kept doing it every night? And once again, he was still sound asleep on the couch undisturbed the whole night, even during Robin’s nocturnal emission episode. Hell, not even an earthquake would wake him up from his routine naps.

Robin grumbled and bristled annoyingly as he spent the last few hours of sleep cleaning himself up and fetching a fresh pair of underwear. Though, he would admit it was hot what he had dreamt. His cheeks were still burning and felt like he was in close physical contact with the caracal. His hands were still clean but, in the dream, they did things to Joseph that were the opposite. He could still hear the caracal moaning and climaxing loudly in his ears as if it really happened.

The raccoon shook his head to clear his mind and came back to his bed as he kept mumbling to himself. This is stupid, should I tell him for a quick fuck or something and move on? I like him, but I’m not feeling romantic about it, I think this is another horny crush phase like the others before. I’ll just tell him to offer a one-time thing together, then we move on with our business, and he would look for a boyfriend like he always wanted. He deserves someone better than me.

He deserves someone else better than me. He kept saying that to himself until he fell back to sleep.

…

Thursday morning was a blur for Keanu and Hunter, boarding their respective trams separately to Rexville Campus Station and never bumped into each other so far this week. Keanu anticipated tomorrow Friday after finishing their last exams. Hunter was running out of volunteers so far unless he could talk to them again for another round in the late afternoon at the arcade. He got all day to figure it out or go solo this time around.

Keanu had an exam on Social Science that morning and Frankie, as his essay partner for the homework, handed them over to Prof. Kleinsmith in class. After that, he was free for the whole day and once again rehearsed for Friday’s exams. He recalled Robin and Joseph were planning to hand in their essay project by Friday because they were a little behind. Maybe he should ask them how they were doing at lunchtime later.

Meanwhile, Hunter was taking his engineering exam in the morning and strategically thought about what to do the whole day before leaving campus. He was anxious and committed to getting River’s birthday gift soon. But due to limited time he had made him anxious and needed to vent it off despite having a nocturnal emission episode that technically should have helped him to tame his nerves but practically did the opposite due to the nature of the recent dream he had from all the buildup he accumulated during the week. After this, he would go to the gym to get rid of the tension.

Once Prof. Ford handed him over the exam papers on his desk in front of him, Hunter’s mood switched to focus on his current objective; he would deal with it later.

…

Keanu finished his latest exam and briskly walked out of the building to the cafeteria. Now that he was free and almost there to finish the tough week which excited his wagging tail eagerly. He met with Robin and Joseph outside the classroom, probably waiting for him since they finished first before him. “You guys going for lunch?”

Robin calmly said, “Yeah, we’re just waiting for you.”

“Did you guys finish the essay?”

Joseph shook his head. “Nah, it’s not done, we’ll hand it over by Friday. We still need some polishing, but today we’re gonna finish it, right Robin?” Joseph patted him on his back.

The raccoon shrugged. “That’s right, now let’s go, I’m starving.”

At the cafeteria, Keanu expected to meet with Milagros, Sergio, and Xavier today but could not spot them around today as the tables in the large room were nearly occupied. Keanu had no choice and could not just stand and wait for other people when he was now lunching with Robin and Joseph today. Frankie, Oliver, and Raiden had other morning and noon classes that clashed with Keanu’s class schedules, but today he had Robin and Joseph.

Keanu purchased a turkey sandwich and a bottle of sparkling water and sat with his friends when Joseph reserved an empty table. Joseph left to get his meal as Keanu and Robin unwrapped their food.

Another free opportunity came to Keanu and texted Lizzy about his new tablet last Sunday and hoped she would be interested.

After sending the text and placing it next to his tray, he asked Robin, “So, how are things, Robin? You know, with Joseph and the essay project?”

Robin swallowed indifferently and said, “Nothing much, we’re doing fine. That’s important. Not gonna lie, he’s the best partner I ever had, like, never. I had been paired with terrible students in the past who did little to get a simple A grade. It’s just refreshing, you know?”

For Keanu, it was the first time he sounded genuinely sincere than the unfiltered, bold, and dull sincerity he always spat. It was refreshing, like he said.

Keanu smiled. “That’s nice.” And took a bite of his sandwich. Though he had noticed how he stared at the giant bay windows, looking at nowhere, probably pondering something deeply toward himself. Keanu could not and was afraid to ask. He knew a few of his personal ordeals in the past, but not everything he was told. He once said he had a bad high school experience, and he would rather leave it behind him for good.

Once Joseph arrived with his food, a chicken burger with fries, and sat next to Robin maybe a little too close. Robin muttered about personal space and Joseph apologized, scooting a good five inches of distance. It did leave a small blush on the raccoon and stole a few glances at the caracal as he ate his meal. He was experiencing those typical phases of staring at his crush that he knew well since he used to have a crush on Evan from high school back then.

He was hoping it was all just a horny crush he was experiencing and that it would fade away sooner or later. The wet dream episode he had this morning was proof he was just sexually attracted to Joseph rather than being romantically attracted.

Keanu received Lizzy’s text and read it, and his pointy white ears dropped in disappointment.

She texted, “A new tablet? I already have a laptop and a PC. Sorry, Keanu. I don’t see why I need one.”

Keanu replied, “It’s ok, I’ll keep searching for a new owner.”

Once again, he was in square one, maybe his uncles, Derek and Sophia, would be interested. Tomorrow, he’ll visit them at their Café after finishing his last exam this week. Calling them today during work was not ideal, so he must come for a visit if they have a small break there.

They’re the last on my list, if not, then I’ll keep it as a spare, Keanu said to himself.

…

Hunter brought his spare clothes in his backpack as he prepared himself to go to the gym. He aced today’s exam, and a spark of motivation enlightened him to go beast mode to get rid of the heavy tension weighing on his shoulders, and could not wait to get started.

The gym was full, and Hunter had to wait for his turn on each of the sets he planned for today until every muscle on his body was properly pumped to their limit.

After he warmed himself up, he grabbed a pair of dumbbells and started counting his reps. His first session did not break a sweat but soon he would feel the burn.

It kind of sucked that he was by himself this semester, Keanu would occasionally tag along to work out with him from time to time, but he was focusing more on his studies when exams were nearing like today. No longer were the days he hung out with Sol, Xerxes, and Broderick, and Sergio was almost the only one who could tag along when they could while Xavier only exercised with his teammates from the soccer club. Of course, there were some acquaintances here and there he could hang out with, but it wasn’t enough or the same as hanging with the former three.

Hunter took his turn in the bench press to lift some barbells. He changed and adjusted the weights he preferred on both sides, and he rested beneath the silver rod and gripped both hands. He took some breath and began to count, straining his arms and chest muscles as he lifted the barbell. He could feel the troubling issues going away for a while and freely could grunt and groan loudly to relieve the building stress he built up during the week and tried to forget the embarrassing little incident last night that reminded him he still had a mission to deal with.

“…ten… eleven… twelve…” the strong wolf huffed and puffed as he flawlessly moved the barbell like a professional.

He stupidly and blindly rewidened what came from that dream and reminisced about the sexual fantasy he experienced. Keanu approached him with naughty moves, touching and kissing him in his bedroom as they unclothed each other eagerly after supposedly Keanu won a new tablet as a celebration.

Hunter shook his head as he kept on going. “…fifteen… sixteen… seventeen…”

His furry face was flushing not from the heat and sweat but from feeling aroused as he struggled to focus on one thing. He always failed at that and felt like he was reliving the time he fell in love with Keanu a few years back as he could not stop thinking about him when he worked out. He was having one of those weird stressful episodes.

Hunter tried and tried to focus on himself and release the stress he was holding, feeling the weight of his barbell like a light pillow and lifting up and down flawlessly.

“…twenty-one… twenty-two… twenty-three…”

Once again, the fresh experience from last night dominated his mind and displayed Keanu unbuttoning his shirt and playing with his body as he kissed him delightfully. The arctic wolf was slowly moving down through his sweaty body with an enthusiastic smile on his face before reaching for his belt again for another round of oral pleasures.

Hunter huffed and puffed faster as he tried to get rid of the thoughts as possible, counting his reps, “…twenty-seven… twenty-eight… twenty-nine…”

His arms stopped, holding rigidly the barbell, and then trembled against the weight and almost lost his balance, but somebody saw he was struggling and quickly helped before things got ugly. It was enough to knock off Hunter’s thoughts and then saw a familiar face above him smiling.

“Hey, slow down, buddy, or you’ll get hurt like that,” said Topher Silveira as he helped to place the barbell safely on the hooks.

“Agh, thanks.” Hunter sat up on the press chair. He nearly forgot the maned wolf was still in Rexville as this was his final year. “What’s up, Topher? Haven’t seen you in a while.” He grabbed his bottle of water on the floor and unscrewed it for a fresh cold drink.

“Splendid! Yesterday, we beat the Conquistadors by five points and one homerun!”

“Awesome.” Hunter took five gulps as he then realized his shorts were a little too tight. He hoped he didn’t notice him, but Topher had already walked around to face him before he could hide it with his bottle.

Topher laughed and said, “I guess Sol was right about you, you get a little turned on when working hard.”

Hunter pressed hard his bottle against his crotch, ignoring the cold shrinking his balls and erection from earlier. “Er, t-there’s a lot in my mind lately, and it isn’t just sex.”

“Is there a problem between you and Keanu?”

“No, not at all. We’re fine, we’re just very busy this week. I had a…” he lowered his voice, “…a wet dream last night.”

“Oh, those things, it happens. So, what do you do, save it until you and Keanu are in the mood? You know you can simply shake your rocks off when you have the time, and even when your partner is not available.”

“Ugh, I know, but I’m so damn busy to focus on those things because… Ah, did Sol talk about it with you?”

“About what—Oh! You guys went to the arcade the other day. Those baseball cards were nice for my collection.”

“Hah, so you do collect cards.”

“It’s a hobby I inherited from my father, so now you know. So, you got your brother’s present yet?”

“No, I’m planning to go today at the arcade, but I could use some volunteers like yesterday, but I’m running out of options.”

“Volunteers, you say. Well, I’m free later today, so I could help you out. What should I do?”

“Just play either the Claw Machine, Block Stacker, or Key Master.”

“Oh, those machines, huh? The only time I ever won something from them was one of those pair of fuzzy dice you hang on the rear-view mirror of your car.”

“Are you game?”

“Sure, count me in, Sol said it’s a tablet, right?”

“Yeah, bring twenty bucks for eighty tokens, and together, we play against them.”

“Sounds like we’re gambling for the jackpot.” Topher laughed. “I wonder if I can bring Sol again, maybe he’ll join with you again.”

“Sure, the more the merrier.”

Topher grabbed his phone and texted. Time would tell as Sol was working around this time and could not afford to get distracted.

“So, how are things with Sol?” Hunter asked.

Topher smiled, tail wagging. After texting his boyfriend, he replied, “Sometimes, Sol can be a bit of an enigma, even if I get to know him better after a few years, I find something new about him.” He chuckled. “He can be a totally different person in bed or when we’re by ourselves. He’s a true sweetie when you’re dating him.”

Hunter smiled; he could relate to that in his first year in university. When Sol and Hunter became friends, they found themselves bonding deeply when Sol discovered Hunter’s closeted status and helped him to open up and embrace his true self. Too bad Sol did not reciprocate his new feelings for him, but he did love him platonically… but it did not mean they could not hook up when they felt like it.

Time went on and things had turned different now, Sol had finally fallen in love with someone who shared things in common, like shamelessly hooking up with strangers or familiar acquaintances in their open relationship. Hunter knew they were a match from heaven.

Sol suddenly texted back and Topher quickly read. “Oh… he cannot go this evening. He’s busy now, but told me to have fun helping you,” Topher said.

“It’s alright, let’s meet up at the station at four.”

…

Afternoon had come, Robin half dreaded, and half looked forward to meeting with Joseph for one last look at their essay project for Social Science. He arrived at his dorm knocked on the door and hoped the caracal would not make an awkward appearance like standing naked in front of him or something, his lust could not handle another second staring at him with little clothing. Please be wearing something unattractively mundane like that awful hoodie of his, he thought to himself.

He could not make up his mind if it was a genuine crush or a passing like he had gone through in the past. He did feel genuinely interested in meeting Solomon Stone when he saw him on the soccer field, a true fanboy, but his distrustful desires made him pursue his supposed roommate who appeared half-naked in front of him, and thought a quickie would not hurt before meeting his idol…

That turned into a test of his trust that broke the camel’s back between Sol and Robin.

That was now in the past and made up afterward. That particular November night was one he definitely would never forget.

But he was getting off-topic, maybe today he would try to test the waters one last time and ask him for a…

The door was answered, as usual, Joseph stood there in just his brown sweatpants and white tank top, enough for Robin to handle.

Still better than not wearing a shirt, he said to himself.

Together, they exchanged their work and finally polished every detail for the final version of their essay. It did not take long, at least half an hour, to finally finish their work and be ready to be handed over to Prof. Kleinsmith.

“Well, this is it.” Robin stretched his back and arms from the couch. “Done.”

Joseph saved the file on his laptop on the coffee table. “All done alright.” He smiled as he stretched broadly his arms and yawned obnoxiously loudly. He slumped on the couch lazily and was satisfied with their work.

Robin did the same, slumping against the couch and staring at the laptop. He could not stop thinking about how fast they finished this today unlike the previous days, which took them an hour or two, and now, they were done. What was next or what else to do?

“Man, I’m beat,” said Joseph and turned his head to Robin. “Wanna grab some snacks?”

Robin’s mind did the dumbest reply. “I’m thinking of another kind of snack.” He chuckled as he tried to hide the cringe it sounded from his muzzle. But he patted Joseph’s upper leg playfully.

Good thing Joseph laughed at that, probably it went over his head. “I’ll get you something from downstairs,” he sat up, “there’s probably only some packs of mini doughnuts.”

“Oh no,” Robin sat up, “I don’t mean those, I meant…” Robin’s heart was pounding as he thought about his next move. He reached gently to hold Joseph’s left arm. “I meant us…”

“Uh… I don’t follow.”

Robin gave him a smirk. “Ugh, you know.” The raccoon stepped forward and began to sensually touch the caracal. First, the exposed shoulders and upper arms lightly to see a reaction from him which came out ridged and frozen on the spot with awkward wide eyes as he buffered his mind on what to do. Joseph was at a loss for words about what was going on. This was so sudden.

What is happening? He thought. Wait, is he hitting on me?

Robin kept going, squeezing the unflexed biceps and triceps before moving a little down to hold both of his flanks and caressing his stomach and chest as Robin gave him a solid gaze in the eye with a bold smirk on his face.

Finally, Joseph spoke, “Robin, I…”

“You talk too much.” Robin pushed Joseph, he sat back on the couch a little hard as he was taken by surprise. Robin dared and boldly sat on top of his lap as Joseph hesitated and passively let the raccoon do his thing. He was having a conflicting mixture of emotions swimming in his mind and could not process them all, but one managed to stay put and it was his lust that had longed for a long time for this moment. Joseph gulped, but he embraced it like a champ. He held Robin’s butt with his shaking hands and watched his personal show unfold.

Robin felt Joseph’s crotch growing in an instant under his sweatpants, enough to tell he was speechlessly giving him a green light to proceed. The raccoon was relishing every moment of it, reminding him how he made a move on his old friend back in high school and how passively Evan was as he embraced the unknown when Robin explored the hyena’s body both curiously and desirably.

No hesitation, Robin’s muzzle leaned forward and kissed Joseph’s lips wantonly. The caracal froze but slowly gave in as his eyes rolled up and felt huge palpitating heartbeats from his heart. He was easily caught in the spell for a first-timer and he reciprocated the kiss and held Robin’s cheeks for a much deeper sensation. But Robin took more control of the kiss and body, keeping Joseph in place against the backrest of the couch, for instance.

The warmth scent was more prominent, the usual musk and light sweat, and his fading deodorant spray of ocean breeze radiated up closer. Robin had to find out, he parted the kiss and lifted Joseph’s right arm behind his head to unleash his smelly armpit. The arm strained a little muscularly out of instinct from Joseph and felt a cool breeze brushing his pit. Robin dug his snout close, kissing and nibbling between the bicep and triceps before going deeper into a small jungle of manly caracal scent. It was just a whiff, but enough to blow Robin’s nostrils berserk and heat his lust. Robin stood back and pulled up the covered tank top that hid an ideally attractive, average guy.

But somehow, Robin heard Joseph beginning to doubt. “Uh, w-wait, Rob—”

“Wait what? Why wait? You’re packing some goods I want to see,” Robin said and pulled up the shirt over Joseph’s head.

With that, Joseph did not say a word and let him play, helping him to get the shirt off over his head. Robin stared and admired his physique, the chest heaving steadily at the tensing situation which gave a nice appealing look to them as it was one of the body parts that looked more muscularly developed than the stomach, but for Robin, he was sold. He lowered down his face and snout closer to the cleft of his pecs and planted both hands on each side, kneading them and rubbing his nipples.

Joseph blew a hefty moan, trying to handle and understand his first time experiencing the foreplay. It just clicked on him that Robin was experienced with this sort of thing, so why didn’t he just ask before then? But he was glad he was getting some action. He moaned when Robin brushed his left nipple with his tongue and descended through his abdomen, feeling the tickling tongue sliding down to his navel. He shivered at the sensations and felt like he would nut before any oral action could have happened.

But Robin came back, traversing multiple kisses and licks on his stomach and chest until they faced each other for another round of vigorous kisses. Joseph responded by holding him close and he tried to unclothe his partner’s flannel and shirt off, but Robin did not respond. He kept making out with him under his control.

Finally, he parted for breath, Robin finally stared at Joseph as they both shared an intimating moment, eye to eye.

Then a phone rang loudly.

Both jumped at the sound, wondering who was calling and who was their intruding phone.

“That’s mine,” confirmed Joseph. “I think it’s my mom.”

Robin did not intervene to make him miss a call and hopped off from his lap. Joseph sat up and searched for his phone on the coffee table.

“Oh, it’s Dad.” Joseph answered the phone and spoke, “Hi, Dad, everything good?”

Robin stayed on the couch, trying to make sense of what he had just done. The phone’s loud ringtone broke the alluring spell in mind and realized what he had done. He mentally kicked himself ashamedly. Idiot! That was stupid! What was I thinking!?

He rubbed his temples frustratedly as he stared at the carpeted floor, vaguely noticing the conversation Joseph was having with his father dismissively.

I must make an excuse, Robin thought while Joseph was finishing his call.

“Okay, I’ll call Mom later. Bye, Dad,” Joseph said and hung up the phone. He turned to Robin who sat quietly patient and hoped he was still in the mood. He smiled and said, “Sorry about that, so, where were we?”

“Uh… Joseph, I… think I need to go.” Robin sat up and picked up his stuff. “I need to go back, sorry.”

He tilted his head. “What? But…”

“Sorry,” Robin tried not to break his voice. “I’m sorry I need to go.” Robin was feeling anxious the longer he stayed in Joseph’s dorm. “Sorry for being forward. I didn’t mean to…”

“Hey, it’s okay, calm down.”

He already noticed his distressed voice. Robin ran to the door and swung it before saying, “I’m sorry.” The door shut.

Joseph stood there confused at the closed door. “Robin… what’s up with you?”

He subconsciously looked down at his crotch, it was half erect but softening after talking with his father on the phone. It had already stained his underwear with his precum and had to take care of it by himself now. But still, he was honestly lost and could not tell what was inside of Robin’s mind today. One moment, he was in the mood and tried to seduce him, thanks to Joseph’s hopeless pursuit of finding anyone who wanted to have sex with a virgin he did not hesitate to give it a try at the best opportunity, but, and the next he was having second thoughts and bailed him out with blue balls.

Whatever happened, maybe it was the right call for Robin to stop. He suspected that resuming it would have some potential harm to each other or more to Robin. He hoped he was doing okay. Wait… didn’t Keanu say something about him and having a rough past?

“Oh, man. Did I fuck up?” Robin acted as if he was eager to do him and reward him for the work they had done today, but… Joseph exasperatedly sighed and walked to the bathroom to shake his rocks off, he was too pent up to think straight.

Robin made it to his dorm and violently dived on the bed, banging and thumping frustratedly with his fists and feet angrily. He did not care how severely his blue balls were. He kept punishing himself for his actions in making a move like that, it was high school all over again, and he thought he had left it in the past, but his body liked to do the opposite, playing him like a horny puppet.

Not too long, his eyes watered against the pillow on his face, and sobbed. It left a massive wet stain after calming himself down and went for a cool shower. That helped him and he spent the rest of the evening alone in his room, thinking about what he had done today.

At the end of that day, Robin concluded what he really felt with Joseph Shadings, he did not see him as another guy to hook up with, but another guy he was genuinely interested in going out.

They had things in common; they talked like they were friends before and caught up on things that they did in the past to the point it felt natural… he was just like Evan but more outgoing.

His heart was pounding, telling him a clear message, love. His near-empty stomach threw both butterflies inside him and hunger as he realized he had not eaten anything lately. Robin finally left the bed and looked for dinner in the cafeteria.

…

Hunter felt like he was in a montage like in the movies. He and Topher, together, walked to the movie theater’s arcade section and pulled their twenty-dollar bills to the token machine for eighty golden coins each. There was no turning back.

There was currently one more tablet in stock and Hunter bowed that it was going to be his today and no shady machine would stop him from getting it with his own hands.

“I know you’re being a bit dramatic, Hunter,” said Topher. “But don’t take it so seriously.”

“I’ve been doing this since Sunday, and I’m not gonna give up!”

Hunter automatically picked Key Master and Topher the Claw Machine, both almost simultaneously inserting their four tokens in the slot. Both held the controllers and played.

About eighty coins were spent from their pockets, failure upon failure, missing and losing the one trolling objective which was the empty box that displayed the new Nebula tablet.

Why was it when they were focused on one thing that was bound to be their folly? Hunter could not insert his plastic key on the open wide hoop to claim his prize while Topher struggled to get a good grip on the prize but miserably fell every time it made its journey back to the dropping point. It was mentally exhausting trying to bring a good mood and optimism, but frustration won every time on each attempt.

Hunter wasted his last tokens and watched Topher trying his best to grab the prize. He had eight coins left in his pocket, so he had no time to lose.

“That’s it… nice and easy,” said Topher as he fiddled with the joystick, biting his tongue.

The claw hovered over the empty box in the middle, which was the closest small improvement Topher had ever made when trying to bring the prize into the hatch and pressed the button to descend it toward the item.

“Okay…” Topher didn’t realize he had his snout pressing against the glass. His eyes were too focused and powerfully piercing at the objective for a better outcome.

The claw landed satisfyingly on the box, all three prongs wrapping every possible corner to call a good grip. It levitated and Hunter widened his eyes in surprise and tried not to bite his nail claws in anticipation but saw that it once again grabbed something else.

“What is that?” said Topher but before he could acknowledge the second item, the box slipped off from the prongs. “Oh shit!”

“Aw, come on!” Hunter cried.

The box struck the pebbled ground and bounced a few inches further from the dropping point. The claw continued to reach the hatch and dropped the unexpected price. Topher kneeled to claim his prize and pulled it out. It was a necklace with a small crescent moon pendant.

The maned wolf stood up on his feet and said, “Well, at least I have a gift for our upcoming anniversary.”

“When did you two start dating?” Hunter asked. He honestly forgot and vaguely remembered when Sol and Topher declared as boyfriends.

“Like, two summers ago?”

Hunter sighed disappointedly.

“Hey, don’t get upset yet,” assured Topher. “I still have a few tokens.”

Topher did not give up yet and resumed playing. Hunter assisted in adjusting and aligning the claw perfectly over the box, but the efforts were once again fruitless. Topher quickly spent his last tokens on the machine, and both came out empty-handed.

They walked out of the arcade. Topher did not feel the gloomy mood Hunter was feeling but he did feel how it did not turn out like he had hoped.

“Well, as always, these machines are ridged, Hunter,” Topher said.

“Others before me had won it, and I even witnessed it first-hand. My brother works here, and he said there’s only one tablet left.”

“Your brother works here?”

“Yeah, he’s probably inside cleaning a theater or something. I haven’t seen him today.”

“You can talk to him and negotiate to give it to you~.”

“Dude, that’s illegal.”

“I’m kidding, but maybe today was not today. There’s always tomorrow if you’re going for it.”

“I’m still planning for tomorrow, Topher. River’s birthday is this Saturday.”

“Goodness, why so last minute? You could have… oh, yeah, Sol and Sergio told me about your shameless summer spending.”

Hunter gave him a growl, but his wolf-face was flushing in embarrassment. “Quit it.”

“Sorry, big guy, but you might have known better in hindsight if you thought your brother’s birthday was important.”

Hunter hung his head in shame.

“Well, until next time, Hunter.” Topher patted his shoulder.