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Most gay couples who broke up didn't continue to stay friendly and intimate, but that was exactly the kind of arrangement Lou and Floyd enjoyed. Neither chose to question why they hadn't abandoned their friendship along with the formal relationship, and the fact that the sex was very good was only part of the reason. It wasn't something they lingered on unless it was absolutely necessary.

Christmas shopping a week to the special day was nothing but a happy occasion for them. Lou the tall, handsome stag walked often with his arm draped around Floyd, an athletic and coy-faced fox. Lou as a contemporary dancer and Floyd as the editor and IT guy for a popular porn studio surprisingly created little disparity in their interests, and they easily talked and laughed as they shopped for the people in their lives.

Lou had few bags together from around the department store. Inside were gifts for family and friends, all benign and tasteful things with the receipts included. Floyd had a few things of his own, also things for the family. His shopping for the men he worked with was something he did online without having to show his face.

"What time is it now?" Lou asked, squeezing Floyd gently around the shoulders.

"Ummm," Floyd stalled. He eased off of Lou and fished his phone out of his pocket. "Christ, it's almost eight o'clock."

"Time does fly when you're looking for a changing booth to fool around in," Lou smiled. Floyd smiled back, but in a toothy, snide way.

The fox switched his bags to the other paw and said, not necessarily to Lou, "I still need to find something for Desmond." Meeting Lou's eyes, he asked, "Can you think of anything he really wants?"

"Too easy," Lou said. Floyd rolled his eyes and shoved the stag, but laughed. "Besides, you're his best friend."

"Yeah, but I suck at gifts," the fox groused. "How many times have I bought you shirts? Pull-over shirts," he firmly added, looking up at Lou's rack.

Lou covered his mouth when he started to laugh. "It was the thought that counts. Maybe you could get Desmond some antler polish."

The stag and fox looked around the mall for a little while longer, until they passed a store peddling candles and incense. "This is perfect," Floyd said with a nod. "Desmond loves stuff like this."

"He won't think you're trying to tell him his place smells funny?"

"I tell him that anyway," Floyd dryly said. "Now help me find him something nice."

It took Floyd the better part of half an hour to pick several candles he thought would be most pleasing to Desmond. Them both being foxes with keen noses meant Floyd thought himself best for picking out such a gift, and in the end, and with forty dollars less in his checking account, Floyd left with some sweet-smelling gifts for Desmond.

"What now?" Lou mildly asked.

"Now, I think we can head back home. I've got a little homework to do - stuff from the studio I didn't get to today," he shrugged. "And you, well," the fox grinned, and so did Lou very thinly, anticipating a joke at his expense, "it's gonna take you this whole week to Christmas to wrap all those gifts presentably."

Suddenly Lou's expression soured, then shifted into something amused and tight. "Um. Floyd," he muttered, looking over the fox's shoulder.

Floyd turned instead of asking, and his expression went through the same hoops as Lou's. "Oh. Hi, Desmond."

"Hi Floyd, Lou," Desmond amicably said, resting his paw on his hip. The other was clutching a few bags from around the store. "Fine Fragrances, huh? At least you didn't buy me sex toys," he smiled.

"Uh, who says I bought you something from here?" Floyd feebly asked, passing the bag off to the deer.

"Take it easy on him, Dez, he's bad at gifts," Lou grinned. "Buying a deer a pull-over shirt," he tutted, nudging Floyd's ribs.

Desmond snickered and shook his head. "I was gonna go grab some dinner and then head home. But I had to come see what you two were up to."

Tiredly, Floyd leaned against Lou. The stag didn't budge. "Some grub sounds pretty good right now," Lou said. "What do you say, Floyd?"

"Sure."

Very plainly considering how playfully volatile Desmond, Floyd, and Lou could be together, the trio ate dinner at the food court and the foxcoon surprised his friends by paying.

"Big spender," grinned Floyd. "Fourteen whole dollars on fast food."

"One of us has to be the sugar daddy," said Desmond, leering at Lou with eyes hungry for something besides burgers and fries. "How've you been, Lou? I haven't seen you since I cooked for you and Floyd."

The stag smiled thinly, tilting his head down. He looked at Desmond from the tops of his eyes. "Been good. Keeping in shape, bugging Floyd," he nudged the fox with his elbow again. "Been wanting to come have some more of your cooking, though."

Playing with the end of his braid, Desmond looked somewhat distracted, but his words were savagely on point: "You know where I live. Floyd comes by once a week, make it happen."

Floyd chuckled uneasily. "I'm sitting right here."

Desmond smirked bashfully, closing his eyes and turning away. "I'm sorry. I just get so excited about cooking, huh?"

"Yes, you'll be a great housewife someday," Floyd dryly noted. Lou laughed into his palm. "We'd better get going now. Thanks for dinner, Dez."

"Anytime," Desmond said, standing up and grabbing his bags. Lou rounded up the trash and did away with it. "I'll walk with you guys."

Ostensibly Desmond wanted to walk with both Lou and Floyd, but it was the former whom he sidled up to when they left the mall for the parking garage, where the air was frigid and their breath made mist.

Floyd was not possessive. Seeing Desmond grinding on Lou and complaining of the cold was cute. They broke apart to go down the stairwell, but Desmond rubbed up on the stag again even in the short jogs between stair steps.

"Where are you guys parked?" Desmond asked. His paw was on Lou's hard rear.

Pretending not to notice, Lou coolly said, "Bottom floor."

"Second floor for me. Will you walk me to my car?"

"Nuh-uh, it's too cold," Lou chuckled. Floyd joined in.

Signs on the walls noted the floors, and they stopped at the second level. Desmond peered out the door to the garage, then smiled at Lou and Floyd. He set down his things, pushed the taut deer against the wall and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Well, hello to you too," Lou quietly said, wrapping his hands around Desmond's hips. After an uneasy glance at Floyd, he asked, "Is Floyd getting a goodbye smooch too?"

"Sure," Desmond purred. "But he's not getting the happy ending."

"Hell, you couldn't have done this in the mall where it was warm?" Floyd wearily asked.

Amused by Floyd's priorities, Lou slipped his hands into the back pockets of Desmond's jeans. "I kinda agree with Floyd," Lou murmured. "At the same time, I think we can keep warm, huh? Wanna join in, Floyd? You know there's enough of me for both of you."

Floyd leaned in the doorway looking out into the parking garage. "Someone needs to keep watch. I'll wait 'till we get home."

"Like a responsible faggot," Desmond teased, dropping to his knees. He opened Lou's fly fast and pulled apart the denim flaps. For the sake of brevity, he only pulled the stag's briefs down enough to bare his crotch and tucked the waistband up under his full balls. At the sight of Lou's ten inches of hardening penis, Desmond purred, "Nice cock, babe."

Lou wondered if Floyd knew what he and Desmond had done that night. Certainly they were too coy about how well Desmond cooked for Floyd to miss the innuendo, yet it pained Lou to consider that he might have betrayed Floyd by quietly boning his best friend. He patted the foxcoon's head and smiled warmly. "Bet you say that to all the guys you blow at the mall."

"He does," Floyd sniped, not looking at them.

In squeezing Lou's stiffening shaft, Desmond coaxed it into faster growth. It throbbed in his pink, velvet pads, and a droplet of viscous precum, thick with stag musk, beaded on the slit. Desmond smooched the broad tip and closed his eyes, choosing then to let out a gentle moan. Down he went, gulping Lou's stag meat into his maw, and as it continued to harden, it filled out his tight, gay mouth.

Desmond reached around the deer and grasped his tight dancer's ass. Lou grinned toothily, cupping Desmond's head at the sides, his thumbs on the crown and the ears in the gap between. He exerted considerable force over Desmond here, and he silently ordered the twink to bob by pushing, then pulling on his head. Desmond, whose cheeks had become red and who was suffering an erection in his jeans, obeyed the deer.

In the tight, cold space of the stairwell, Desmond suckles did little echoing. Lou added to the noises with a moan and ground his hips forward, pushing his glans to the back of Desmond's throat. Grinning, he asked, "Can you swallow my dick?"

"Oh, he can," Floyd tutted. "Don't let the little hussy tell you otherwise."

Desmond was too happy with Lou's cock in his mouth to glare at Floyd. He gulped earnestly and pulled down the stag's briefs down to the floor, letting his nuts hang and breathe, making his ass cheeks more vulnerable. Desmond gripped their hard shapes and dug in his fingers, then pulled apart the cheeks. Lou gasped and blushed. His tight pucker winked in the cool air and he laughed meekly. "Getting a little ahead of yourself there... Who says you can touch my ass?"

The foxcoon flashed Lou a sly bob of his eyebrows and closed his eyes again. Somewhat begrudgingly, Desmond unhanded the deer's cheeks and pushed forth with his pretty muzzle, grinding the deer's cock on the back of his throat. He swallowed, working his throat's opening against the glans. He pushed again, and Lou's dense, pink meat entered into his throat. The stag groaned in gratification, and the twink was fast teary-eyed.

Exhibiting no small amount of oral skill, Desmond soon pressed his lips and nostrils against the deer's loins. Within his throat, the stag's penis throbbed. Lou was mildly slack-jawed from the pleasure, letting his tongue hang out by a few inches. The snug, velvet walls of Desmond's throat, he thought, were a very good place to dump his nuts.

"Guys - guys! Somebody's coming." Floyd spoke urgently, leaning in the doorway. "You have like twenty seconds, come on."

Lou moaned petulantly. "Aw, all right, all right."

By the time the young couple made it from their car to the stairwell, Desmond and Lou seemed no worse for wear and were politely speaking, standing aside for the couple to pass. When they made it out of earshot, Desmond kissed Lou's cheek and growled in a slightly scratchy voice, "You're gonna fuck me now."

Floyd was no stranger to Desmond's voraciousness but the setting and the fact that they had narrowly been caught left him awed. "I guess I'll keep a look out," he conceded, knowing how minuscule a chance a logical argument would have of changing the twink's mind.

And so Lou, with his briefs pulled down around his knees and a hand on Desmond's hip, guided his spit-smeared penis between Desmond's girly, round buttocks. His thick glans met the pucker between the foxcoon's cheeks and he pushed in briskly. For the second time that night, Desmond found himself uncomfortably opened up by the stag's thick meat, and he whimpered against the wall.

"You okay, babe?" Lou whispered, nosing one of Desmond's flitting, purple ears.

"Mmhmm," Desmond answered. "Don't waste time. C'mon."

Compassion aside, Lou was eager to fuck the foxcoon again. He pushed forward more assuredly and let his pelvis rest on the pillowy curves which Desmond had to offer. Rumbling sweetly, he wrapped his strong arms around the boy and pulled back.

Floyd glanced over to see the first real smack of Lou's hips against Desmond's rear. The foxcoon responded with a puff and a moan, but Lou was much more reserved, verging on silence save for his huffing breaths. The stag firmly swatted his loins against the twink repetitively. His full balls bumped Desmond's demure coin purse. He nipped and huffed into Desmond's neck.

Watching his two favorite friends with benefits enjoying one another made Floyd grin. His attention was divided between standing watch and perving on the gay sex in the stairwell. He rubbed his erection through his jeans and sighed.

Beginning to grumble and puff, Lou wrapped one arm around Desmond with particular tightness and braced his other palm flat on the featureless wall. He nipped all about the side of Desmond's neck, pinching flesh and plucking fur with his flat herbivore teeth. His breathing was growing heavy, and the smell of his musk began to override his mild deodorant. Undoubtedly Desmond was susceptible to it, pinned as he was by the stag and made into a fuckthing.

Floyd was stricken too, for the confines of the stairwell hotboxed Lou's musk. As he unzipped his jeans, Floyd chided himself. Letting his attention drift more and more exclusively to Desmond and Lou, he masturbated briskly.

Desmond glanced at Floyd and grinned. He said nothing to the other fox, but crooned to Lou as his eyes fluttered closed, "I'm dying for it, babe, so squirt for me. Pump me full of that stag stuff."

"Soon," Lou huffed into his neck. As his orgasm grew nearer and his plump stag sack became more taut, pulling closer to his loins, Lou gave in to his passionate urges. He alternately gnawed and kissed Desmond's neck, then nibbled a path up his jawline. Desmond turned to meet the deer and they shared a ruthless kiss, Desmond's tongue being beaten down by the thick slab of muscle which was Lou's tongue. Drool from both mouths leaked down Desmond's chin.

Lou's heavy hand, groping and moving almost brutally, slid down Desmond's faggot body and gripped his comparatively small, uncircumcised penis. He jerked it in a faster, more unstable rhythm than that at which his hips spanked the boy's ass. Desmond whimpered into the kiss and rolled back his eyes. His cries were music to Lou's ears, coaxing the stag to squeeze him even closer.

Floyd peeked out into the parking garage, scanning all around, his paw ceasing as paranoia crept in. But nobody was coming, and he eagerly resumed, watching the show with a bitten lower lip. As he knew his own body better than anyone else, even Lou, he was already starting to puff and moan.

The kiss broke off and drool dangled from Desmond's jowls to Lou's. They reveled in their exhalations, growing lightheaded from them, complementing the mounting pleasure. Abruptly Desmond gasped and quaked, then nuzzled in against Lou's shoulder. His seed sluiced through the stag's masculine fingers, creating sticky webs. The deer chuckled and smooched Desmond's crown, between his submissively splayed ears.

But as loving as Lou was in getting Desmond off, he was on the doorstep of his own orgasm. The scent of his musk was heavier than ever, and his balls were dense with a load for Desmond. He wiped the foxcoon's semen off onto the wall and wrapped his arms around the boy again. He bucked as fast as he could, bashing his hips against that girly ass with his most lurid intent. His breathing was heavy, his vocalizations dangerously guttural. As suddenly as it had happened for Desmond, the deer grunted and came. He pushed inside of Desmond as deeply as he could go and shot deep inside of the twink.

Desmond's first instinct was to gasp. He rested on the cold wall and very slowly brought his breathing under control, a task Lou was attempting without much success. For the moment, in fact, the stag seemed content to just revel in his orgasm. With the greatest spurts already turned loose, he gyrated against the foxcoon, smearing his spunk along the boy's anal walls.

Attracting the attention of both Lou and Desmond, Floyd, leaning in the door frame for support, grunted and came, shooting his mess across the cement floor. It landed with a small, wet splat and left an unmistakable streak. The foxcoon laughed sheepishly, and Lou merely smiled, looking tired.

"That was such a cute little show," Desmond said, glancing at Floyd's modest output, "that I'm gonna forgive you for just buying me candles."

Lou swatted his hip. "You got a lot more than just some candles, cutie."

"Uh, heh," Floyd lamely chuckled, glancing out the door's glass again. Immediately, his features blanched. "Um, someone's coming. You guys need to get your pants on fast."

"Here we go again," Lou sighed against Desmond's hair.