{"sf1_id":10716,"sf2_id":"lmX7Q5pe","title":"Just Like A Fairy Tale (Part 1 of 2)","author":"WhiteClaw","words":7326,"posted_at":"2006-05-09T03:08:00.000Z","tags":["Human","M/M","Masturbation","Plot Development","Romance","Story Series","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10716-just-like-a-fairy-tale-part-1-of-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmX7Q5pe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e1/88/e188b556-9696-443c-b589-8d6c54a464e4","description":"#1 of Wolves","content":"Wolves 1:  \nJust Like A Fairy Tale  \n  \nBy WhiteClaw  \n  \n  \nMichael Hall winced as he poured the hydrogen peroxide onto his hands. He watched as it bubbled and  \nfoamed over the cuts and scrapes on his knuckles and gritted his teeth as his hands began to hum with pain.  \n  \nThis was an old routine for him. The opening rights of winter when the cold air started chapping his hands  \nand caused them to crack and bleed.  \n  \nCarefully he ran hot water over his hands, dried them, and rubbed lotion over the cuts. He reached out to  \ngrab the bottle of peroxide, but his hands were still greasy from the lotion. The bottle slipped from his  \ngrasp and onto the floor, spraying the clear liquid across the bathroom as it crashed.  \n  \nMike gritted his teeth even harder. As if his day hadn't been going bad enough as it was, now this had to  \nhappen.  \n  \n\"Damn it,\" Mike cursed under his breath as he grabbed a towel and bent to clean up the mess.  \n  \nHe apparently hadn't said it quietly enough for his roommate's sensitive ears, because Jeffery nudged open  \nthe door a moment later.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What's going--oh,\" he said.  \n  \nMike felt his entire face go red as Jeffery spoke. He already felt like an idiot for spilling the bottle, but now  \nhe had an audience. For some reason the fact that it was Jeffery made it even worse.  \n  \nJust standing there, Jeffery seemed to embody everything that Mike wasn't. He was tall, well muscled--  \nHell, he was built like a linebacker--handsome, and one of those all around nice guys that everybody  \ntended to get along with.  \n  \nMike, however, was about two inches shorter than everybody he knew (including Jeffery) and had dark  \nbrown hair with hazel eyes. His face itself would have been cute if he actually smiled once in a while, but  \ninstead he seemed to have a permanent angry or distant look. And rather than being well muscled, he was  \nlean and toned, a fact combined with his size that would've, again, made him attractive if it wasn't for his  \nattitude.  \n  \nJeffery delicately reached down with his white paw and lifted the now half-empty bottle off the floor.  \nCarefully he set it on the bathroom counter in an attempt to save at least some of its contents.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; That was the other thing about Jeffery: He was a wolf.  \n  \nWith body fur that was shockingly white and dark blond hair that hung down to his shoulders, the only  \nthing more attractive about him was the deep, soft blue of his eyes.  \n  \nSomehow they'd survived the larger chunk of their first semester together and, as strange as it sounded,  \nmanaged to get along pretty well. They had even started to become pretty good friends.  \n  \nWell, maybe the good friends part was stretching it a bit, but at least they got along alright.  \n  \nJeffery grabbed a towel and bent down to help Mike with the cleanup. \"Having a party without me?\"  \nJeffery said with grin. It was a grin that was strangely charming and scary at the same time, mainly since  \nJeffery tended to show a few too many teeth for a person to feel very comfortable.  \n  \n\"Hardly,\" Mike said dryly, but regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. For some reason Jeffery  \nwas much more sensitive about little things like that, even though Mike hadn't really meant anything by it.  \nThat's right, Mike, just insult the person who you're probably going to spend the entire next semester with.  \n\"Thanks,\" he said, trying to sound apologetic. \"I mean for helping.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No prob.,\" Jeffery said.  \n  \nThey continued cleaning in silence for the next few minutes until Jeffery finally stood up and tossed his  \nnow soaking towel into the hamper. Mike stood up, too. The rest wasn't going to come up unless they  \nbrought a mop in here and neither of them were going to go through that much trouble for something that  \nwas going to dry itself in about an hour or two anyway.  \n  \nJeffery reached out to take Mike's towel from him and noticed the cuts and scrapes on his hand. \"What  \nhappened?\" he said, tossing the other towel into the hamper with one paw and grabbing Mike's hand with  \nthe other.  \n  \n\"Um, nothing,\" Mike said, trying to pull his hand back from Jeffery so he could shove it into his pocket.  \nHe didn't want Jeffery to think he couldn't handle a little cold whether without falling to pieces. Dry, flaky  \npieces to be exact.  \n  \n\"This isn't nothing,\" Jeffery growled, examining the hand from different angles. Mike's skin was light,  \npale even, but had a hint of darkness that suggested it would tan in the summer. But around his knuckles  \nand the lower parts of his fingers there were swirls of red and purple, touched with flecks of white where  \ndead skin had begun to come off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Not exactly an appealing image.  \n  \nJeffery lowered his head more, letting his nose hover just above the skin.  \n  \nMike bore this without flinching, having long since grown used to the fact that Jeffery preferred to let his  \nnose do the \"looking\" instead of his eyes.  \n  \nJeffery gave a light sniff, then breathed more deeply and pulled back in surprise. \"Chocolate?\" he said,  \nlooking up at Mike with a raised eyebrow. Or rather a raised patch of fur where an eyebrow probably  \nwould have been.  \n  \nWhy God, why? Mike thought as he felt all the blood rush to his face. In his embarrassment he managed to  \nchoke out, \"It--It's lotion...to help with chapped...\" He's covered in fur, idiot. He probably doesn't even  \nknow what chapped means. \"...hands,\" he finished lamely.  \n  \nHe doesn't have those, either, a little voice reminded him. He has paws.  \n  \nOh, shut up, he yelled back at it.  \n  \nDuring Mike's little internal exchange, he hadn't noticed that Jeffery had decided to continue his olfactory  \nsightseeing, letting his nose travel up past Mike's wrist and onto his exposed forearm. It was finally  \nbrought to his attention when he became conscious of a faint tickling sensation on his skin. Confused, he  \nlooked down and stared at Jeffery.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As if he had suddenly become aware of Mike's gaze, Jeffery started and quickly pulled back.  \n  \nMike continued to stare while somewhere in the back of his mind the same voice from before began to sing  \nthe theme from the Twilight Zone.  \n  \nWhat had just happened here? And was Jeffery blushing? On his ears where Jeffery's fur was the thinnest,  \nthe color of the skin tended to bleed through, and right now both his ears were bright red. But that could  \nprobably mean anything, and despite their time together, Mike was still baffled when it came to reading  \nJeffery's body language.  \n  \nJeffery let go of Mike's hand and they both hesitated, unsure of what to do.  \n  \n\"Um, I'll just...\" Mike said, reaching for the bottle of peroxide on the counter.  \n  \n\"Oh no, I can get it,\" Jeffery said, reaching for it. Their hands briefly brushed against one another, and they  \nboth pulled back as if suddenly afraid of the other's touch. \"I'll get it,\" Jeffery repeated, and reached for  \nthe bottle again.  \n  \nCalm down, caffeine boy, Mike told himself. \"Uh, thanks,\" Mike said, as Jeffery replaced the cap on the  \nbottle and set it down in the cabinet under the sink.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Are you, um, going out?\" Jeffery asked, noticing for the first time that Mike was dressed in all black, his  \nusual outfit for when he went out.  \n  \nFinally, Mike thought, a normal conversation. \"Yeah, I'm just going out with some friends. I'll probably  \nbe back before eleven.\"  \n  \n\"Okay,\" Jeffery said, moving out of the bathroom and to the side, careful to leave enough space so that  \ntheir bodies didn't make contact as Mike passed. \"I'll probably still be up,\" he added.  \n  \nDo Do Dee Do, Do Do Dee Do--Stop that! Mike yelled at the voice.  \n  \n\"Um...okay, well I'll see you later,\" Mike said.  \n  \nMike headed for the door a bit more quickly than was polite. He suddenly needed to get out this room and  \njust have a normal evening with his friends. He reached out blindly for his jacket and without noticing,  \naccidentally grabbed Jeffery's instead.  \n  \nJeffery started to say something, but with a quick \"bye\" Mike was out the door and gone.  \n  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nAfter Mike had left, Jeffery briefly considered grabbing Mike's jacket and running out after him, but at the  \npace he'd been going, he was probably long gone by now.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Jeffery wandered back into the bathroom and glared at himself in the mirror for a few moments. He briefly  \nconsidered just banging his head against the bathroom counter in frustration, but instead he slammed his  \nown paw hard against his forehead and sighed.  \n  \n\"Damn it,\" he swore, \"I'm such an idiot.\" He couldn't believe he'd lost control of himself like that, but  \nbeing so close to Mike had completely fried his senses. Without thinking he'd let his nose take control.  \n  \nBut, oh, the smell of Mike's skin had been so good it had almost been worth it. He still remembered the  \nscent; it reminded him of burnt wood and dry leaves with a faint hint of something else that was sweet, like  \nhoney. The smell had been intoxicating, and Jeffery had savored it as it flowed through his nostrils and  \nfilled his nose.  \n  \nBut the cost had been high. Yet again, he'd made himself look like an idiot in front of Mike.  \n  \nWith another sigh, he walked back to the front door and opened it just enough so that he could stick his  \nhead out. He scanned both ends of the hallway, wondering if maybe Mike might suddenly realize that he'd  \ngrabbed the wrong jacket and decide to come back. Actually with the way things were going, he wondered  \nif Mike would ever come back at all.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But there was no sign of anyone in the hall. Jeffery sniffed experimentally, but there were too many  \ndifferent smells to pinpoint Mike's.  \n  \nHe pulled his head back into the room and locked the door just in case. Mike had a key to get back in if he  \nneeded to. As an extra precaution Jeffery walked over and drew the blinds on the widow. There was little  \nchance of someone seeing him through the window, since they lived three stories up, but Jeffery didn't  \nwant to take any chances.  \n  \nWhen he was sure that he wouldn't be disturbed, he walked over to Mike's dresser and took out a pair of  \nMike's boxers. He brought them close to his nose and took a deep breath. Like any other college guy,  \nMike jacked off on a regular basis, sometimes creaming his boxers in the process. Jeffery would have  \nloved to get his paws on a fresh pair, but even washed the boxers still held the sweet scent of Mike's seed.  \n  \nA familiar stirring in his crotch told him he couldn't wait any longer. He laid the boxers aside while he  \nlifted off his shirt and undid his pants, sliding both his jeans and his own boxers down to his knees. Then  \nhe picked up Mike's boxers in one paw and placed his other paw on his cock.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With slow even strokes he brought himself to full attention, all the while holding Mike's boxers close to his  \nnose. His fully extended cock, sheath included, was almost seven inches long, average for a wolf but still  \nvery impressive. As he began to stroke himself harder, his breathing became shallower, his nose taking in  \nMike's scent with every breath.  \n  \nHe imagined it was Mike's hand on his cock now, stroking and squeezing him, forcing out little beads of  \nprecum as Mike's own hard member forced it's way into Jeffery's ass. He was lost in ecstasy imagining  \nthat moment when they would finally make love.  \n  \nOh Mike, he thought, letting out a low moan. \"Yes, harder!\" he breathed, his voice just barely audible.  \n\"Oh Mike, yes, yes, yes...\" Jeffery moaned again, only distantly aware that he was speaking the words  \naloud now.  \n  \nHis mental image suddenly shifted positions, and now he was the one inside, forcing his cock into Mike  \nand holding him close to his chest as they both rocked back and forth, propelled by the force of Jeffery's  \nstrokes. The image was so powerful that Jeffery's hips began to buck in response, desperately reaching for  \nMike's body.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His mind continued to create dozens of different positions, each one bringing Jeffery closer than the last.  \nHis need to cum had completely consumed him now. He finally poured all his concentration into creating  \nthe most vivid image he could imagine.  \n  \nMike lay on his back on the floor before Jeffery. Every detail from the dark patch of hair around Mike's  \nnaval to the smile of pleasure on his face was crystal clear. He held both his legs up and spread apart,  \nexposing his ass to Jeffery's cock. Jeffery hovered over him and pushed forward gently, letting his entire  \nlength enter Mike in that one thrust. As Jeffery began to slide himself in and out, he leaned down closer so  \nthat their faces were barely centimeters apart. He could feel Mike's hot breath on his face, see the beads of  \nsweat that formed on Mike's brow. Every look and gesture screamed of need and begged Jeffery not to  \nstop. But Jeffery was too close to stop now, even he had wanted to. With a final thrust, Jeffery's lips  \npressed against Mike's as a torrent of wolf cum filled Mike's ass and carried them both into the heights of  \norgasm.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As Jeffery came back down from the dazzling lights of pleasure, the vision faded. With his normal sight  \nrestored, he quickly realized that he'd actually cummed, filling his paw with the sticky substance and  \nspraying both his chest and stomach with wolf seed. After a careful inspection to make sure Mike's boxers  \nwere untouched, Jeffery set them on the floor and got up to make his way to the bathroom.  \n  \nOnce there, he gently wiped the fur on his chest and stomach with a wet rag. His paw he licked clean,  \nwashing it in the sink only after he'd gotten up as much as he could with his tongue. When he was finally  \nclean, he tossed the rag in the hamper and pulled up his pants.  \n  \nHis shirt lay on the floor where he'd tossed it, but he felt too hot to put it back on. Instead he bent down  \nand refolded Mike's boxers, putting them back in the dresser where he'd found them.  \n  \nExhausted, he collapsed on his bed, but couldn't seem to fall asleep. Instead he let his mind wander. With  \nthe last traces of his orgasm fading, a familiar feeling of disappointment washed over him. He felt the  \nsudden need to curl up in the fetal position, but the weight of his depression settled on his chest, pinning  \nhim down.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As always, his thoughts turned to Mike, and he wondered just what it was about this strange and enigmatic  \nperson that he found so attractive.  \n  \nJeffery had no doubt that he was gay. In fact college was where he had planned to finally come out the  \ncloset. But then he'd met Mike. Jeffery had taken an instant liking to Mike the very first day they'd met.  \nA liking that had bloomed into a full-fledged crush in a matter of only a few hours. And a crush that had  \nclamped Jeffery's mouth shut tighter than a muzzle when it came to his coming out plan. Because now  \nthat'd he met Mike, he couldn't risk doing anything that might push him away.  \n  \nIt only Mike hadn't been his roommate. Maybe then Jeffery could have come out first, before ever meeting  \nhim.  \n  \nBut on the flip side, if he and Mike hadn't been roommates, they would have probably never gotten to  \nknow one another as well as they did.  \n  \nJeffery, however, didn't find the irony all that amusing. Still, he wondered what his life would have been  \nlike if he'd never met Mike and been able to just come out from the beginning. Would he have met  \nsomeone else? It was hard to imagine ever meeting someone he felt the same way about as he did Mike.  \nBut at least then he wouldn't know what he was missing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Ignorance is bliss, he thought. But it was too late to change any of that. Mike was now a part of his life.  \nAnd with the way things were going, he was going to be a part of his past come the end of this semester.  \n  \nEven if Mike decided to stay through the rest of the second semester, he doubted they'd be roommates  \nagain next year. And what would it matter if they were? Jeffery still wouldn't been able to come out to  \nMike. He'd just spend another year hopelessly fantasizing and secretly jacking off to the smell of Mike's  \nboxers.  \n  \nHe felt a slight stirring in his crotch at the memory of Mike's scent but fought down the urge to get out  \nMike's boxers again. Instead he tried unsuccessfully to think of a way to tell Mike about his feelings. But  \nno matter what, he couldn't figure out what to say. Even worse was the fact that they lived together. What  \nwas Jeffery supposed to do if Mike couldn't handle the news?  \n  \nNo, if Jeffery told him, it had to be somewhere other than the dorm room.  \n  \nLike the mall, perhaps? he wondered. Mike was probably there, right now. It could work if Jeffery  \nactually followed through with it. But deep down, he knew that he'd chicken out once he made it there.  \nAnd then what? What would he say if Mike saw him?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Jeffery's eyes strayed to the jacket. The memory of Mike's hasty departure came back to him as fresh and  \npainful as if it were all happening again.  \n  \nJeffery rolled over so that he was lying face down in the bed. \"He hates me,\" he moaned into the sheets. It  \nwasn't just fear of rejection that stalled his attempts at coming out to Mike, it was the fear that Mike would  \nhate him. Hate him because he was gay.  \n  \nIf he'd been able to keep his cool around Mike, he probably could have found a non-threatening way to  \nbring up the subject, just to see how Mike would react. But everything about Mike excited him until he  \ncouldn't think straight (in more ways than one), and more than anything he wanted to tell Mike how he  \nfelt...to tell Mike that he loved him.  \n  \nBut it was just so hard. So hard to just admit to Mike that he was gay. If he couldn't say even that, how  \nwas he ever going to tell Mike about his feelings?  \n  \nHe felt the hopelessness well up inside of him in the form of a sob. It tried to escape his throat, but he  \nclamped his mouth shut and forced it back down. Crying won't help, he tried to tell himself, but he could  \nalready feel the tears pricking the corners of his eyes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He needed to think about something else. Anything else. If he started crying now, he might never stop,  \nand then he really wouldn't be able to explain himself when Mike finally got back.  \n  \nMike! With a start Jeffery sat up in bed and glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was late, later  \nthan he'd thought. He'd wasted an entire hour lying on his bed and feeling sorry for himself. Not to  \nmention his earlier activities.  \n  \nMike would be back soon.  \n  \nJeffery's gaze drifted back to the jacket. Something had been forming at the back of his mind, and as he  \nstared at the jacket, he realized it was a plan. If he went now, he could still catch Mike at the mall. All he  \nhad to do was take the jacket with him. Even if he couldn't bring himself to tell Mike the truth, he'd still  \nhave an excuse for being there. It'd be a lame excuse, but it could still work.  \n  \nA strange feeling of excitement began to fill him. Yes, it could work. Sliding off his bed, he picked his  \nshirt up off the floor, and quickly pulled it on. As he grabbed Mike's jacket, he let his real plan hover at the  \nedge of his mind. If he didn't think about it too much, maybe it wouldn't be so hard.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Jeffery started to pull the jacket on then stopped. On a whim he sniffed the jacket's inner lining and was  \nrewarded with Mike's scent, fresh and strong. Satisfied, he pulled the jacket on over his shirt enjoying the  \ncomfortable feel of wearing something of Mike's.  \n  \nMike had a habit of wearing all of his clothes loose and oversized, preferring a slightly more laid back feel.  \nJeffery, however, preferred to wear his clothes to a perfect fit or even sometimes too tight. The result was  \nthat they wore the same size in almost everything despite their difference in height.  \n  \nJeffery reached his paws into the jacket's pockets and pulled out a pair of gloves. He brought them to his  \nnose and sniffed them, allowing himself a brief chuckle. The gloves smelled of Mike's own scent and  \nchocolate, no doubt the result of his hand lotion. Jeffery smiled wistfully and replaced them.  \n  \nHe then reached for the collar and pulled it up, once again pressing his nose against the jacket's interior  \nlining. For luck, he thought as he breathed Mike's scent one more time.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The tightness of Jeffery's pants reminded him that Mike's boxers were only a few steps away. \"Later,\" he  \ntold himself, not daring to voice his fear that there would be no later.  \n  \nInstead he tried to think about what he'd say when he finally got there. But the thought of actually seeing  \nMike prompted Jeffery's erection to throb even more until it was a dull ache.  \n  \nJeffery unlocked the door and then relocked it as he hurried out into the hall, the heat from his erection  \nalready spreading through his crotch. Oh Lord, I'll probably jump him before I can get out two words,  \nJeffery thought, as he headed down the stairs two at a time.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nTrue to Jeffery's prediction, Mike was indeed at the mall.  \n  \nHe was currently sitting at a table in the food court across from Connie and Tracy. The original plan for  \nthe evening had involved going to see a movie, but that had gotten lost somewhere in the shuffle of friends  \nthat had arrived and the different stores that they had each wanted to stop at first.  \n  \nBy the time everyone had finished shopping, the movie was over. With nothing else to do, they'd  \ncontinued to hang out at the mall until one by one each friend had claimed early classes tomorrow and  \nprofessed tiredness. The three of them were now the only ones left.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But Mike didn't care. He lived for the thrill of the nightlife whether he was with two friends or ten. And if  \neveryone else left and it was just him, then he'd make his own fun.  \n  \nExcept that tonight he wasn't having much fun, and the nightlife was failing to thrill him.  \n  \nEver since his rather hasty escape from his dorm room and Jeffery, the little voice in the back of his head  \nhad been telling him things that he didn't want to hear. For the most part, Mike had tuned it out, but when  \nthe voice had realized he wasn't listening, it had started showing him pictures instead.  \n  \nHere was the scene in the bathroom. And here was the embarrassment he'd felt when Jeffery had noticed  \nhis hands. And now he felt the strong grip of Jeffery's paw on his wrist. The slight tickling sensation of  \nJeffery's nose as it breathed in the scent of his skin. Jeffery suddenly standing up to press his body very  \nclose to Mike's. The feel of Jeffery's breath on his face as Jeffery leaned in to--Wait, that never  \nhappened!  \n  \nMike shook his head, clearing the disturbing images from his mind and bringing him back down to reality  \njust in time to hear the tail end of a conversation.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I can't believe that,\" Connie was saying in a hushed voice. \"You'd think they wouldn't allow it.\"  \n  \nTracy, who was sitting right next to Connie, was calmly listening to her, a blank expression on her face. If  \nshe had an opinion on whatever Connie was saying, she apparently didn't feel the need to offer it.  \n  \nMike decided to brave the consequences and asked, \"What are you talking about?\"  \n  \nObviously annoyed, Connie turned the weight of her full attention on Mike. \"Geez, Mike, live in the  \npresent for once,\" she said, contempt filling her voice.  \n  \nWhy do I put up with her? he silently wondered and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. \"Sorry,\" he said  \nthrough clenched teeth. \"But what were you talking about?\"  \n  \nAn obvious struggle took place as Connie was torn between pride and gossip and tried to decide whether  \nshe should refuse to tell Mike or pass the information along in an attempt to sway Mike to her view of  \nreality. In the end, gossip won.  \n  \nShe cocked her head over to the left and made a casual gesture towards the McDonalds. Mike turned to  \nlook in the direction Connie indicated but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. \"What?\" he said, turning  \nback to face her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Connie rolled her eyes, and Mike bit back a stinging reply. He knew Connie wasn't worth it, but  \nsometimes he just ached to stand up and beat the smugness right out of her. Of course, he'd do it with  \nwords and not his actual fists, but the desire was the same either way.  \n  \nAs usual Connie was completely oblivious to any of this. As a person she was pretty, blond, and a well-  \nknown gossip, all of which were qualities that would have allowed her to fit in perfectly with the more  \npopular groups that hung around campus. Except for one gross oversight in the makeup of her personal  \ncharacter: She was quite possibly the most selfish person alive.  \n  \nIt wasn't something that you noticed right off. At first glance she looked just like any other person and  \neven seemed quite pleasant at times. But if you looked close enough, you could see how the true  \nimmensity of her selfishness had twisted her features into something that could no longer be called pretty.  \n  \nThe result was that her only friends (if they could be called even that) were by default among the  \nemotionally crippled and Mike and Tracy both fell into that category.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mike himself had earned a reputation for a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue. He was the classic  \nwisecracker, who wore all black and seemed to be constantly angry. But what most people didn't know  \nwas that the greater bulk of that anger was turned inward at himself, because deep down Mike felt that  \nthere was something wrong with him, though he couldn't quite describe what it was.  \n  \nTracy, however, was a typical wallflower. Or at least looked like one. But in truth she had two faces. One  \nwas the closed expression and quiet voice that she wore now. A side of herself that she seemed to show  \nmore for Connie's benefit than Mike's.  \n  \nTracy's other side, however, was wild and energetic. The same long brown hair and tan skin that made her  \nmore boring side less noticeable, could turn her into a beautiful queen of action and danger when the night  \ncame.  \n  \nBut Connie's presence seemed to halt that change as Tracy turned ever more inward as the night  \nprogressed, lost in her own thoughts.  \n  \n\"The guy behind the counter,\" Connie said, managing to sound exasperated, even though she was  \nwhispering.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mike glanced at the aforementioned \"guy\" noting that there was nothing exceptional about him. He was  \nmaybe an inch or two taller than Mike and from the bored expression on his face, working at McDonalds  \nwasn't his lifelong dream. Other than that, Mike didn't notice anything special about him.  \n  \nWell, other than the fact that he was actually an otter and not a human being.  \n  \nMike glanced back at Tracy, hoping she might give him some clue as to what he was looking for, but Tracy  \nstill kept her expression blank. Mike sighed and turned back to Connie. \"Okay, I'll bite. What am I  \nlooking for here?\"  \n  \n\"What do you mean?\" Connie practically shrieked. Her voice dropped back down to her version of a  \nwhisper, which wasn't all that quiet. \"He's a freaking otter!\"  \n  \nA couple at a nearby table glanced at her, then suddenly got up and walked away.  \n  \nMike felt his cheeks go red with shame as he tried to sink down lower in his seat. He could only hope that  \nno one else was close enough to hear their conversation. \"So what?\" he said, barely keeping the anger out  \nof his voice.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Ugh,\" Connie said and turned away.  \n  \nTracy, who suddenly seemed to become animated, leaned in across the table. \"Connie seems to think that  \nhe shouldn't be allowed to serve food,\" Tracy said, her voice so low that Mike had to lean in just to make  \nout the words. Either Tracy had noticed the couple leaving and was trying to keep anyone else from  \nhearing, or she was hoping Connie wouldn't hear the disapproval in her voice. \"Something about it being  \nunsanitary,\" she added.  \n  \n\"Well it is!\" Connie said, wrinkling her nose.  \n  \nTracy gritted her teeth but said nothing else. Mike was starting to think that that was probably the best  \npolicy here, since Connie was just being unreasonable. But the same of part of his mind that had been  \npestering him all night with strange images was suddenly rising up in righteous indignation.  \n  \n\"In case you've forgotten,\" Mike said casually, \"I do live with a werewolf.\"  \n  \nConnie rolled her eyes again, and Mike truly had to hold himself back from letting loose a barrage of  \ninsults. \"That's different,\" Connie said.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mike was silent for a minute, waiting to see if something else was coming. When nothing did, he stared at  \nConnie incredulously and said, \"How?\"  \n  \n\"Ugh!\" Connie said, pushing herself back from the table and standing. \"It's late anyway,\" she said  \nhaughtily. \"C'mon Tracy.\"  \n  \nTracy gave Mike a desperate look but Mike just shrugged helplessly. Connie and Tracy were roommates  \nand Mike couldn't think of any tactful way of offering to take Tracy home without it being obvious she  \ndidn't want to ride in the car with Connie.  \n  \nReluctantly, Tracy got up, while Mike mouthed the word \"sorry\" to her. Tracy brushed it off with a wave  \nof her hand. They both knew that Connie would be over whatever had caused this little outburst in under  \nan hour. It was just going to be one hell of an hour.  \n  \nTracy jogged to catch up with Connie, and Mike watched them as they turned the corner, Connie talking a  \nmile a minute and Tracy's face once again impassive.  \n  \nMike glanced over at the McDonalds and noticed the otter guy had left. The lights over the counter had  \nalso been dimmed. Mike checked his watch. Nine forty-five. The mall officially closed at ten, but most of  \nthe stores had already shut down.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mike got up from his chair and emptied his mostly-empty tray into the trash. He hadn't eaten much all  \nnight, but then he hadn't felt particularly hungry, either. Setting the tray on top of the trash bin, he headed  \nfor the bathroom to wash his hands. Mike leaned over the sink, scrubbing the salt and grease from his  \nhands, and was busy drying them when he heard the bathroom door creak open then bang shut.  \n  \nThe sound sent a shiver up Mike's spine, but he forced himself to stay calm and make no sudden  \nmovements. There were several stories about people being mugged in the bathrooms, especially late at  \nnight.  \n  \nBut then again, here he was just washing his hands, so maybe it wasn't so odd that someone with less  \nnefarious reasons might be here this late as well.  \n  \nCasually he glanced at the door as he turned to throw away the paper towel he'd used to dry his hands. He  \nwas keeping his hands out in the open just in case it did turn out to be a mugger or even some irate security  \nguard. But as he turned, his feet faltered and the crumpled paper towel slipped from his hand and onto the  \nfloor.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Jeffery?\" he said.  \n  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nIt had been around nine thirty when Jeffery had finally made it to the mall, but it had taken him almost  \nfifteen minutes to find Mike in the crowd of people leaving. It hadn't helped that he'd spent most of that  \ntime skulking about and trying to avoid being seen.  \n  \nBut when Jeffery had finally found him in the food court, he'd decided to wait until Mike's friends left.  \nHe'd meant to wait a few minutes more after that so it wouldn't be so obvious that he was trying to catch  \nMike alone, but Mike had gotten up and headed towards the bathroom.  \n  \nAfraid he might lose him, Jeffery had followed Mike there, Jeffery's mind still entertaining wild, sexual  \nfantasies. He had had to pause outside the door just to keep himself under control.  \n  \nHe wanted Mike so bad right now. The added danger of what he was about to do only made it worse.  \n  \nHe opened the door carefully and slowly at first, but the damn thing creaked and groaned like a vengeful  \nghost, causing Jeffery to grind his teeth. He immediately spotted Mike next to the sink washing his hands.  \nMike, however, waited a moment before looking up at the sound. When he did, shock was written all over  \nhis face.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Jeffery?\" he said.  \n  \nFor the second time that evening they stood staring awkwardly at each other in a bathroom. As  \nnonchalantly as possible, Jeffery reached down and picked up the crumpled paper towel and dropped it in  \nthe trash.  \n  \nThen he stood back up and stared very fixedly at the wall tiling just over Mike's head. The silence that  \nfollowed seemed to stretch for an eternity, only occasionally broken by the sound of Jeffery's pants as he  \nshuffled his feet.  \n  \nFinally Mike spoke. \"Um...you're wearing my coat,\" he said suddenly.  \n  \nHis attention suddenly pulled back to Mike, Jeffery stared at him perplexed, the original excuse for why  \nhe'd come here completely forgotten. \"Oh, y-yeah, I am,\" Jeffery stuttered, suddenly remembering. \"I  \nthought you might want it back.\"  \n  \n\"Oh,\" Mike said. There was another pause, then Mike began to shrug off the coat.  \n  \nJeffery just stared at him confused. He'd rehearsed this scene in his mind a dozen different ways, but none  \nof them were remotely like what was happening. He'd expected questions or accusations or...or anything!  \nAnything except silence.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mike turned and put the coat on the sink counter.  \n  \nWith Mike's back to him, the fog seemed to finally lift from Jeffery's mind, and he took off Mike's coat,  \nthe sense of defeat he felt slumping his shoulders. He took a step closer, his outstretched paw holding the  \ncoat.  \n  \nHe'd meant to just hand it to him.  \n  \nBut when Mike turned around Jeffery realized they were standing much closer. The paw holding the coat  \nsuddenly faltered and dropped it to the floor. With both paws, Jeffery grabbed Mike's arms, and pulled  \nMike close to him.  \n  \nJeffery didn't have time to really think about it. He only had a moment to stare into Mike's eyes, to stare at  \nthe look of confusion on Mike's face, before he bent down to kiss him.  \n  \nThe coat forgotten, Jeffery wrapped him arms around Mike and pressed the end of his muzzle to Mike's  \nlips. The feel of Mike's body against his was like fire and made his member throb with need. He eased  \nsome of the pain by pressing his crotch against Mike's own.  \n  \nJeffery's mind shut down as he began to play out his fantasy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gently he brought his tongue to press against Mike's lips and slowly penetrate into his mouth. Mike's own  \ntongue began to respond in kind and the two stroked against each other in a slow, wet kiss.  \n  \nJeffery's attention was suddenly drawn lower when he felt the heat of Mike's own erection. Mike had  \nfinally begun to react to the feel of their bodies pressing against each other, and, as he started to reach up to  \nreturn the embrace, Jeffery encouraged him by wrapping his arms even tighter around Mike's body.  \n  \nJeffery was now literally aching with desire. His erection throbbed painfully, and he pressed his body even  \nharder against Mike, slamming them both into the sink counter. Neither of them seemed to notice, though,  \nas Jeffery's paws explored Mike's back and caressed his shoulders in loving patterns.  \n  \nMike's body seemed small and almost frail compared to his own, but Jeffery could feel the muscles just  \nbeneath the skin, bulging with the tension of this new sensation.  \n  \nJeffery wanted this moment to go on forever. But even now he wasn't completely satisfied. He wanted  \nmore.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Jeffery's paws slid down to Mike's waist as he longed to complete the fantasy. It would be so simple to  \nhave it. So simple to just take control and have Mike here and now. He was stronger than Mike, he knew.  \nEven if Mike struggled, Jeffery would be able to overpower him. It would be so easy.  \n  \nJeffery could feel his muscles tensing with readiness, his desire peaking...  \n  \nBut...No! This was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wanted Mike, wanted him badly, but he  \nloved him. He wanted Mike to trust him, to love him back. Not be his slave. With a flash, Jeffery realized  \nwhat he had been about to do. The shock broke Jeffery's concentration and the kiss suddenly ended.  \n  \nOh my God! Jeffery thought as his tongue slowly retreated back into his mouth. Was I going to rape him?  \n  \nJeffery still held Mike in his arms, afraid to let him go, but Mike didn't move, didn't speak. Fear tied a  \nknot in Jeffery's stomach. Did Mike know? Did he realize just how far Jeffery had been about to go?  \n  \nJeffery suddenly pulled back so he could see Mike's face again. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking  \nfor, but he hoped he'd know it when he saw it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mike's expression was mostly blank, though. There was shock there, of course. And confusion. But was  \nthere anything else?  \n  \nYes, he could see it now. There was something, something else there. But what was it? Fear? Anger?  \nLove?  \n  \nPlease God, let it be the last one, Jeffery thought, as he slid his paws up Mike's back to rest on his  \nshoulders. The kiss had lasted only a few minutes, but it had seemed like an eternity. An eternity of  \npleasure.  \n  \nMike had never returned the embrace, though. Instead his arms hung limply at his sides.  \n  \nThen, quite suddenly Mike raised his hands to push Jeffery back. Jeffery didn't want to let go, but Mike  \nshrugged his paws off, and retreated against the wall.  \n  \nJeffery felt the knot of fear twist tighter in his stomach. A large part of him was disappointed because he'd  \nreally wanted to go farther than just a kiss. Guilt was rapidly replacing that emotion, though, and confusion  \nwas coming in just over the horizon.  \n  \n\"Um...I, uh....\" Jeffery stuttered, struggling to find some sort of excuse or explanation for what had just  \nhappened. Mike wasn't looking at him, and with each passing moment, the knot in Jeffery's stomach  \nseemed to double in size. Say, something you idiot! Jeffery shouted at himself.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Mike, I'm, um...I'm sorry,\" he said gulping and taking a step forward. Mike suddenly looked up, his eyes  \nwide. \"Mike,\" Jeffery said taking another step, \"I--I wanted to talk to you, about, um, about...I....\" he  \ntrailed off not sure what to say. None of the words in his head seemed to make sense. Instead he tried to  \nreach for Mike.  \n  \nBut Mike slid against the wall, just out of Jeffery's reach. Jeffery tried to reach for him again, but Mike  \nmoved away even farther this time. He held up his hand between them. \"Look, just stay back,\" Mike said,  \nhis voice shaking with fear and anger. \"Don't touch me.\"  \n  \nJeffery was pretty sure he no longer had a stomach at this point. There was an ache in his chest, now and a  \ndull roaring in his ears. \"Mike, please,\" he begged, trying to reach for Mike again. He was sure if he could  \njust touch Mike, touch him and talk to him, Mike would understand. \"Please...I just want to--\"  \n  \nMike suddenly cut him off. His entire face had turned red, his voice nothing but anger. \"Get away from  \nme!\" he yelled. \"Don't touch me, you freak!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Jeffery was literally shaking now. He could feel the tears beginning to well up in his eyes. Oh God, no, he  \nbegged, his paw faltering in the air. Please! He couldn't stop the tears though. He had never seen Mike  \nthis angry or been so afraid and ashamed in front of him. He wanted to collapse right there and cry, but he  \nwas too scared.  \n  \nInstead he turned and ran for the door as fast as he could, grabbing the coat off the floor as he did. The  \ntears were already streaming down his face, but he didn't care. Right now he had to run. Run and get as  \nfar away from Mike as possible.  \n  \nJeffery ran out of the bathroom and through the food court, his blurry eyes casting about for the nearest  \nexit. Already he struggled to put the coat on and run at the same time, but it was hard to do both without  \nslowing down.  \n  \nOutside it had started to rain and was just now coming down hard. A streak of lightning flashed through  \nthe sky illuminating the otherwise pitch-black setting. Even the streetlights had a hard time lighting up the  \nsidewalks, the rain coming down like a fog to blind anyone foolish enough to be out in this weather.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Jeffery ran through it all, his breath coming out in white plumes that were dashed away by the cold rain.  \nHe sobbed as he ran and almost stumbled as his body was racked by the convulsions. But he forced  \nhimself on as he ran deeper into the night.  \n  \nAnd farther away from Mike.  \n  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nTracy was reading a book when it happened. It was a murder mystery, and the cracked spine was proof  \nshe'd read it more than once. Tracy didn't mind though. It was fun to read the book over again even after  \nyou already knew the culprit. It let you see the book in a whole new light and each time she read it she  \nseemed to gain a new perspective on it.  \n  \nThat was why when the knock came she nearly fell off her bed. She'd read the book at least three times  \nnow but that didn't make it any less scary or suspenseful. As calmly as possible, she reached for the  \nbookmark and placed it between the pages before she laid the book down.  \n  \nIt was silly of her to get so caught up in a book but it was already past ten o'clock and she wasn't expecting  \nanyone to drop by this late. She carefully undid the locks on the door and slid it open just wide enough to  \nsee who it was.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Mike?\" she gasped.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Wolves","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10717-just-like-a-fairy-tale-part-2-of-2.json"}}