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Foundations, Chapter 12

By Kenneth Beltan

Blake, Quentin, and Nieve are all copyrighted and are owned by Nievelion. I have had permission to use them for this story. All other characters are mine.

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Epilogue

Christmas Day this year was quite clear and bright while otherwise being almost as frosty as night had been. The clouds had moved out, and the air was currently still. The light streamed through the flat as Quentin made breakfast, his son squeezing more fresh juice and cutting up some fruit. For the first time in ages, they were both wearing clothes: simple underwear, lounging trousers, robes, the sort of things needed to keep warm but loose enough to permit easy access or undressing when they needed it. Now that the tension and hiding was over, there was no need to continually show off to try and turn each other on; they felt free to simply dress warmly without jeopardizing their efforts at mutual seduction. They felt refreshed, high-spirited, and joyful. Their ears were high and perked, their tails swung in bright contentment, and they frequently nuzzled each other or made some other physical gesture of affection. It was as if their relationship had received a jolt of new vitality. Father and son had risen quite late, so not long after finishing up their breakfast, the bell was ringing, announcing the arrival of Nieve and Edward. Embraces by arms in cold coats followed as they made their way into the warm living room. The good moods of Blake and Quentin were noticed immediately. "You two seem quite joyous this glorious day," Nieve observed as he sat down by the fire. "Your advice proved sound as always," Quentin answered, feeling surprisingly empowered and comfortable to admit it. Edward and Nieve looked at each other and grinned. "Well, that's good to know. We both wish you two well and hope it will inspire new closeness between you," Nieve said warmly, regarding the two tigers proudly. Edward nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Nieve. As always, your sage advice has done us a world of good," Quentin continued as he bent down to nuzzle his friend lovingly. Nieve returned the gesture while also patting Quentin's rump. "Anytime, my dear friend." "Yeah, thanks, Professor," Blake said and hugged the lion. He also got a pat on the rump, but Nieve would go no further, wanting father and son to have more time to each other before branching out. He was not about to get fresh before he had Quentin's express permission. Blake was still living under his roof after all. "Would either of you like some hot cider?" Quentin asked. They both answered in the affirmative, and Quentin asked his son to fetch some for them all. "So how did it go?" Edward asked eagerly, his bushy tail flicking behind him. "Oh, gloriously!" Quentin answered with a dazed look in his eyes. "I would not have thought that it would be so good." The two Immortals nodded understanding. "We think you'll find it will bring you together in many unexpected ways," Nieve said. "Never mind how satisfying the whole thing is to you two personally," Edward added, gently stroking his dignified, bearded muzzle with his large paw. "He's also a teenager and headstrong. I think you'll find sex can serve as a way to calm him down, help him open up, and even make him willing to compromise and consider other opinions. Sex can be very good diplomacy." He looked fondly at his husband and reached out to take one of the lion's golden paws in his own russet one. "Yes, indeed. A good rut can take a lot of fight out of a man and make room for compromise, thoughtfulness, discussion, and even contrition." He blushed a little even as his eyes twinkled with absolutely adoration for the fox who had been his closest companion and permanent husband for centuries now. Quentin felt as though the two could read minds and predict the future and just marveled. "By Jove, I hope so. The closer we can be to each other, the happier I shall be. In all honesty, I should like to have other means of cooling that adolescent temperament of his," he confessed. "Don't worry, Quentin. The teen years don't last forever," Edward rumbled as he opened the top button of his shirt for comfort and let his thick chest ruff peek out over the top. The Amur nodded in understanding. "By the way, my friend Charles will be coming over this evening. I hope you two don't mind another guest." Quentin grinned. "I tried to seduce him last night to come home with me, but he had to decline, albeit very reluctantly, due to his vocational obligations this morning and afternoon, followed by family obligations. He was afraid of not getting enough sleep." "Is that what brought things to a head?" Nieve asked casually. "I believe it may have helped a great deal," Quentin answered. "I rather expect you are hoping we can all have a good orgy," Edward stated plainly. The tiger laughed with a smile. "There is no point in hiding from you two, is there? I doubt you object anyway." "Why should we?" Edward countered, leaning forward, his fist on his knee and an erotic gaze on his broad muzzle. "Feline and vulpine perfection would do anyone good." He reached out and cupped Quentin's groin, rumbling approvingly of its heft. "I could just start on you now." "Later, my dear," Nieve said softly, reaching out with his paw and laying it on the fox's arm. "Let Quentin get his son accustomed to all this first. I'm sure the man is not yet comfortable with the idea of sharing everything just yet." Quentin had to inwardly agree with his friend and very much appreciated his consideration and discretion. "In time, my friends," he told them. "I doubt Blake can be satisfied only by me for long. Thank you for understanding, though."? Edward looked up and smiled. "Of course, our Quentin. You know that you can trust us." He gave the tented trousers one more pat and sat back. "I rather fancy a smoke, don't either of you?" His husband agreed, and Quentin also nodded. "So do I. It's not uncommon for Blake to go visit friends on Christmas, especially if someone's gotten a new video game, so we shall likely have a chance to smoke and rut all we like before too long," answered sensuously and reached back to grope the fox encouragingly. Quentin had only recently begun to enjoy smoking a pipe again on occasion but not when Blake was around. "Smashing," Edward said in a pleased voice as Blake came back in with a tray and their aromatic drinks steaming away. What followed was a detailed explanation of the events that led up and took place to Quentin and Blake's night of passion. Everyone's trousers were tented, but each man kept his paws to himself. Blake very much wanted to jump into another round of fun, but he had made an agreement with his father to take things a bit slower. Quentin wanted them both to have some more time together, ostensibly so that Blake could be made more comfortable with it all and get trained. The young man expected his father also wanted to be selfish for a while, and he could not blame him for that. He actually found it as endearing as he did understandable, and so he would play along happily. Presents had been exchanged by all and enjoyed, good food and drink were served, and then came several devilish rounds of Parcheesi. Charles finally arrived around seven, and about an hour later, one of Blake's friends called and invited him over to try out his new system. Blake had been reluctant to go but realized that it might be a good idea if he wanted to help preserve his exciting new secret. After he headed out, the adults wasted little time in breaking out more alcohol and some good tobacco. They drank, laughed and smoked, and eventually would up playing strip Yahtzee. It did not take long after that for the orgy to start, and everyone enjoyed taking their time and turns with each other. A long, leisurely clean up followed before they returned to the parlor to smoke and talk. Around eleven-thirty, Blake came home and stayed up with everyone for a nightcap of cider before turning in. The adults continued their marrymaking until almost one before they all retired to Quentin's large bed and slept soundly. Boxing Day was less sexually eventful, but it was another day of visiting, games, abundant food and drink, and good cheer. After supper, Edward and Nieve returned home. Quentin had not needed to convince Edward to spend one more night, though he did enjoy that it was teasing his son further. While they carried on, Blake kept his door open so that he could hear while he masturbated furiously and came several times in a large condom. He was amazed how useful they were for masturbation, keeping so much mess at bay so extra clean up would be unnecessary. When his father and Charles went to the bathroom to clean up, Blake had staked himself out on his floor, the lights off and the door cracked just enough so that he could spy out and get a glimpse of what the fox looked like naked. He was heartily impressed, and that ample package had his mouth watering. Big, thick cocks were the hottest things, he thought, and imagined the two of them painting the shower wall together as they jacked off, seeing who could make the biggest mess. The rest of the winter break found Quentin and his son exploring each other more and more intimately. Quentin managed to impress Blake in many other ways and wasted little time in teaching the young Amur the importance of patience, stamina, variation in speed, and finding erogenous zones. Blake payed attention as much as he could, but the sheer novelty of being able to enjoy his father's body and being completely surrounded by it generally stole most of his attention. It gave him new respect for his father even if was a kind of pride that he could not share with anyone other than the Urquharts. Each night, they slept together, and Quentin would rub his son's belly and lick his ears gently. Blake never resisted, overjoyed to have found a good excuse to simply curl up with his father like this and feel those arms and that warmth surround him. For Quentin, it was a joy to simply indulge his parental side without Blake's usual protestations of being too old for such things. A variety of adventures took place once the weather turned good. On a camping trip, they were brave enough to find places to have fun out of the way and swim naked together. Once they actually managed some hanky-panky on the subway in the wee hours of a Sunday morning. Blake, on several occasions, got to wear a pair of underwear his father had worn for a day and then beat off in them just as they had discussed. They also masturbated together on a very regular basis, even painting Blake's closet wall a few times for fun. In fact, they rather enjoyed geysering off together and seeing the mess they could make. Quentin always won, but Blake grew more prolific as he got older, giving him hope that one day he might very well come out on top. Most exciting of all was when his father finally mounted him. Slowly and easily, he demonstrated what it felt like and just how hard it could make a man cum with just from the stimulation of the prostate. Blake proved to be a good student, frequently enjoying his father playing the gruff teacher, and was soon able to take his father like a man quite well. Random nudity also became more common place, and both of them enjoyed finding ridiculous excuses for having sex. Sometimes it was literally the drop of Quentin's hat that initiated it with many a laugh, while other times it was Blake's good grades in school that earned him special rewards at home. Quentin enjoyed the fact that instead of having to use money to encourage his son, that he could use sex instead which was not only more mutually enjoyable but also a lot cheaper. Blake had to just laugh himself silly when his father pointed all this out. When Blake turned eighteen, his father took him to his favorite bathhouse where they got it on in the dark of the steam room. Once in a while they would go together "pretending" to be a father-son couple, and others would comment on how lifelike they were. All the while, Blake and Quentin thought the whole thing was hilarious even while they sometimes wondered if they were flirting too much with danger. Otherwise, they managed extremely well to be discreet and undetected. Even those close to them never suspected anything, though Quentin privately wondered sometimes if Charles was not suspicious. Where Nieve and Edward were concerned, however, there was never any reason for doubt. Blake soon got his wish to be in a foursome with them and his father and enjoyed every minute of it, as eager to experiment as to learn from their considerable expertise. Through it all, two blessed things always remained: the fun and genuine affection they felt when engaged in each other that always left them purring and smiling as they fell asleep peacefully in each others' arms. It had been there since the start, and they would endeavor to make sure it always remained that way for as long as they lived. An increase of happiness and warmth came in the wake of their discovery, and for a while Blake seemed to truly open up once more. As the next several years rolled on by, Blake continued largely on the trajectory that he had been on, yet sex still managed to serve as a way for them to come together. Even when they could fine little to say, even when feelings were strained, when they no longer seemed to have many common interests, they were always brought back together by a mutual lust that was certainly born of physical attraction but especially from their profound love and affection for each other. For Blake, it was increasingly the only way he felt truly comfortable expressing his affections, a condition that troubled him deep within as much as he tried to ignore it. Quentin also was worried by this, but he understood all that was meant behind his son's roaring passions and reminded himself that its fruit was yet to be harvested and was still ripening. Consequently, Quentin never ceased to be a rock in his son's life, no matter how distant they seemed to become. Nor did he ever forget how much the connection came to mean to Blake and did all he could to keep it alive and well.