My name is Midnite pt.2-Temptations
Authors Note: this story deals with m/m relationships. Yes, it has gay relationships. If you feel disgusted by it, THEN DON'T READ IT! If you are under the age of 18 than you should not be reading this, no-no. However, if u feel that you are mature enough to read it, go ahead and read, I cant stop you. Oh, and enjoy! J
My name is Midnite pt.2
Temptations
"No sir." I repeated the same answer yet again and no matter how many times I said it, he never got it through his thick skull.
"So if you do not feel bored, why do you feel the need to sleep in my classroom for the fourth time this week?" his ugly rat-face stared at me through giant eye glasses and I had to resist the urge to slap him in the face and shout 'shut up!'
"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." I felt my face go red as the hushed snickers of my classmates met my ears.
"Good," he turned back to the board, "and make sure it does not happen again. So class, you can now see how by using the main rules of mathematics..." he continued on with his lesson clearly oblivious to the laughing and pointing going on behind his back.
I really wished I could be outside in the cold October air rather than in this hot school. I loved the cold air. I guess that you could say I look forward to winter sometimes, I don't really enjoy summer and the hot humid days. My parents think its 'cause were wolves and we were made to survive in the cold because in the past wolves used to be--and I say this with humor, 'wild animals'. Yeah, right.
I looked up at the board stifling a yawn with great difficulty. The truth was that yes, I had not slept lately. Ever since that incident at the theatre with Spencer I've been... Out of it. That's the only way I can explain it. Its been really bugging me 'cause I've been expecting him to have done something by now, anything to let my sense of reality realize that, yes, something had happened that day. But Spencer didn't, I sensed his reluctance at times, the nervousness. And that's saying a lot, because I've only seen Spencer once this week, I was opening my locker and he walked by, then a part of his mind seemed to have forced his legs to stop in which he looked in my direction. His eyes had strayed for a moment, unsure of where my face was before he looked at me and mumbled a brief "hi", then he was gone.
Today was Wednesday, meaning that I had gym today, also meaning that I would undoubtedly meet Spencer there.
I looked at the clock and realized that gym was next period. In fact, in less than a minute. I started putting my stuff away and like a chain reaction that always occurred in schools, the act seemed to trigger the other kids to do the same, the room being filled with the sound of book-bag zippers and paper shuffling.
With a loud droning beep the speakers signaled the end of the period and hefting my bag onto my left shoulder, I hurried out the room.
Our gym was a weird one because it was located outside, across the street from the main building gave it and air of being neglected.
As usual, everyone was crowded outside in a mass of fur, flesh, and paws rendering my growing anticipation to a slow shuffle in the gym. I finally made it in and rushed to yet a second line going to the male's locker room only to join the line and walk in slowly again.
Once in, I sat on the bench conveniently placed in front of my locker and it was simply a corner eye glance to my left to see where Spencer sat and changed. He wasn't there when I looked but walking in the locker room, he sat.
I'd have to say that things slowed down when I saw him. Kind of like someone hit the mute and dimmer on the outside world as I looked at him. I realize now that it's a crush I guess. He looked just as handsome, just as beautiful as ever. He had on dark jeans and clashing with his fur he wore a red shirt with a yellow zigzag pattern on the front. I would say what the words on the shirt said... hadn't he been taking it off
My paw shifted idiotically, searching for my locker handle as I watched him grip the shirt from the back of his neck and pulling it upward, it came off smoothly.
My jaw opened slightly as I saw him, his thin abdomen slightly toned with slim muscle beautifully defined with the clean white fur that ran down his throat and across his front. His chest was larger than his slim, slightly feminine lower body and just as slightly toned.
I would've done anything right then just to run my hand along his chest fur, feel his warmth again...
I realized then that my arm stood outstretched, my paw hanging limply having given up on its search for the locker handle. Reminding myself that changing-time did indeed have a limit, I flung the combination wheel, left, right, and pulled it open swiftly, then grabbing my sweat pants I glanced at Spencer again.
I couldn't help dropping the sweat pants as I noticed that the cute red fox, the one most painful, and living temptation that I just couldn't have was pulling free the last pant leg from his lifted foot.
God, if I got turned on by his chest and abdomen, it was nothing to how my cock jumped in its sheathe when I saw his legs--in the fur and without pants! Wearing black boxers, he had very toned legs and thighs covered with red fur that was just...perfect in every way. Along the inner part of his thighs, the white fur from his belly tapered out to the normal red of his fur as I ran my eyes lower along his leg. His calf muscle was perfect and slimmed down smoothly to the ankle--which was covered with black fur. Next was his foot. His foot was... sooooo feminine the way he had it on the floor by tippy-toe.
I have absolutely no idea why, but I had a very powerful desire to suck his toes... like I said, I have no. Idea. Why.
Looking at how his whole body just screamed "perfection" I bared my teeth a bit. The one thing I wanted so badly--but couldn't have.
Right then, when I thought the temptation just couldn't get any worse, he took out his gym socks, and busy trying to turn them outside-in, he lifted one leg and brought it to rest on the edge of the seat, his toes hanging off, and his other leg on the floor. Now take a moment to imagine that pose... It was a very sexy pose. At least I think that, the way he sat so casually, his inner thigh visible on the left leg, his right hanging off and the elbow of his left arm resting on his left knee so coolly, it was... (Need I say it again?) Simply "tempting." For a brief moment I could've sworn his eye swiveled to me and turned back followed by a short smirk. Or...maybe I imagined it.
Suddenly I realized that I hadn't even started getting dressed and ripping off my own clothes, I replaced them with my own seat pants and tee. Throwing my stuff into the locker I slammed it shut and got up.
I entered the weight room and took in my surroundings. A ton of exercise equipment filled the room and in the back end were two treadmills with a wall-length mirror. In the sides of the room were bench presses and more weights. I immediately made my way for the treadmill. In my time here I always loved running, and was often the fastest runner, but I denied the track team. I never felt competitive about my speed and would rather be home drawing as I plan to be an artist someday. As a matter of fact, I wasn't in any school teams or activities, I never wanted to be in one.
I began entering the settings into my treadmill. Thirty minutes, elevation at number five. But right as I was going to get on, Spencer's reflection caught my eye in the mirror and turning, I saw that he must've decided to take weight room today rather than hockey or whatever they had planned in the gym today.
He seemed lost for a second, looking at everything and at the furs in the room. Actually, there were only 4 furs in the room today, Spencer himself, me, and two others.
Walking with no definite goal he went to one of the bench-presses and looked at it, calculating either the weight he wanted to lift, or how to even use the damn thing.
I felt a chill pass through my body as I fought myself on whether I should go help him. I lifted a leg to walk over to him, but my leg seemed too weak to support itself and a little voice in my head kept saying 'don't midnite, don't', while another said 'go on! He needs a spotter anyhow, go, now!' I liked the second voice better and closing my eyes as though I were walking blindly into a nightmare or something of the sort I forced myself over to him. I must've been a hilarious sight, stumbling along, chewing my lip nervously and tripping over a weight on the floor before staring at him embarrassedly. It took my mind a moment to shout 'Hey stupid, say something already!'
"Umm.... hi Spencer. Heed nelp?" I shook my head pitifully before stuttering, "I mean, need help?" I licked my dry lips and couldn't help slapping myself mentally. Why was I so nervous anyway? There was nothing to be scared of... was there?
"Hi Midnite. Well, I could've done it alone you know, but, yeah, why not?" He shrugged and then stared back at me awkwardly before shaking his head suddenly, "well, why don't I, um, put some on this end, and u do the other end."
"Yeah..." I went to the right side of the bar and put a couple weights on it while he did the other side. Fitting both ends with a decent weight he sat on the bench and looked at me with a hint of nervousness.
"Ok... I'll do ten, then fifteen and on like that ok?" He looked on as I nodded and got in position and he lay down. His eyes kept shifting to mine and he sighed deeply, grabbing hold of the bar.
I looked down at him and helped him lift the bar off the rests, then he started to count, lifting the bar with small releases of breath as he lowered, his eyes closed.
"One, two, three..." I counted with him and I had to control myself to do nothing more than count. I wanted so badly to just look at his body laid out before me, his arm muscles flexing as he bench-pressed and it took all of my will to concentrate on the numbers, "Five, six, seven..." my sheathe gave a stir and I slapped myself mentally and concentrated even more, "Nine, and ten."
I helped him lift the bar and place it in the rests and he took a sigh, he wasn't even out of breath. "Ready to do more?" I asked.
"Sure."
I lowered the bar again and he began to lift, "One, two, three, four..." I saw him close his eyes again and assumed that he wouldn't see me if I took just a quick look at his body would he? "Six, seven, eight..." I risked it. Moving my eyes I saw his chest muscles flex a bit, shifting up and down slowly as he took his breaths. My eyes roamed lower and I saw his sweat pants pulled down tightly on him, he had his legs spread out on either side of the bench and I saw a small lump where his sheathe opening must be and I realized too late that I was, indeed, getting very aroused. "Eleven, twelve..." My sheathe stirred a bit as I looked onto his legs, the muscles tensed there slightly. "fourteen, fifteen."
I lifted it and again put it in the rests. He sat up and stretched out his arms, then lay back down and looked at me.
"Once more, I'm too weak to last that long." He smiled jokingly. I nodded and gave him the bar for the third time. He held it up for a second, and then began. "one, two, three,..." I felt more comfortable with myself, more confident, and as soon as he closed his eyes my eyes resumed their journey across his body. I looked again at his chest, saw through the thin t-shirt of his and felt my sheathe stir even more.
"Stop checking me out midnite."
I almost jumped into the ceiling at the suddenness of the comment. Looking down to Spencer I saw that he was smiling up at me.
"Your going to make me blush, midnite." I couldn't reply right then. I was in a state of mind where I was expecting my mouth to talk of its own accord. Finally my mouth seemed to be reactivated and I stuttered a reply.
"I'm not...ch-checking you out."
"Lift..." he pushed the bar up to the rests and I put it in place with slightly trembling hands. He got up and walked to me, making me back into the wall as though he held a bomb or something.
"Midnite, I like you a lot, but I don't know where to go beyond that. Ever since Sunday I've been...scared."
I just stared at him. His words were like electricity to me, and my body seemed to tingle as I comprehended the meaning of his words. He looked at me again, and it was with an expression of pure honesty, an expression that I think I would remember for my entire life. It was the expression of a child realizing that his one and only toy was lost forever.
"I like you a lot midnite, but I'm..." He lowered his head and his body seemed to go limp, "I'm scared....I'm so scared."
His body trembled and I saw a tear, a single tear fell to the floor. Without thinking I just hugged him, I wrapped my arms around him tight and hugged him. He began to sob loudly and I looked briefly towards the other 2 furs in the room and realized that they must've left because it was empty. I dismissed the thought of the other furs and hugged Spencer again. "Don't cry Spencer, I'm scared too, I am, but don't cry. You don't have to cry over a small thing like this."
He sobbed once more and lifted his head from my chest looking at me. "Yes I do. Were freakin' gay Midnite! I... I want you so bad, but how can we...if were gay? No one will accept us, no-one!" I held him back and looked into his eyes.
"So what Spencer? You think I don't feel the same? You think that you're the only one going through this? Because if you do, your wrong Spencer. I'm here too, don't you see? Your not alone... cause your with me." I hugged him again and he hugged back.
We just hugged there and he stopped crying. He seemed to be silent, soaking in my words. I honestly don't know where the words came from, it was the most honest thing I could've said at the time. It was short-lived as we hugged, I wanted to stay like that forever, I could've, had I been given enough time, but sadly, the bell rang and I looked into his green eyes. I saw so much pain in them, so much confusion, a type of... helplessness. "Spencer? I'm always here for you ok?"
Spencer looked back at me. A moment passed... and suddenly he kissed me for the second time in my life. He brought his muzzle to mine and kissed me right on the lips. I was lost in the moment then, I had no other motives, distractions or otherwise, so I kissed him back. Moving my muzzle sideways my paw came up to hold his cheek lightly and I brushed my tongue passed his teeth and into his mouth. He did the same. And in eachothers arms we kissed.
Five minutes later we were in the locker room, getting dressed late, having broken the kiss after hearing the second bell and getting yelled at by the gym teacher. Putting our clothes back on, Spencer and me walked out and into the main building again.
I felt happy to say the least. I had the feeling that things were finally going somewhere. But I can't lie, I can't say that I was only happy, cause I wasn't. I was still scared of the difficulties that the future would hold for us, and I knew that there were indeed difficulties. I've been through them in life, living in over three different homes first with my mother. But after being thrown out, I went with my aunt--thrown out yet again, I now lived with my dad who is quite difficult at times, but is good with me. I would've wanted to say that my father would approve of my feelings towards Spencer, but sadly, I knew I'd be outside in ten minutes flat. I now thought of the fact that being with Spencer isn't going to be easy...and besides, I have to remind myself that were not.... 'together' yet anyhow.
We reached a staircase and stopped. Spencer looked at me and I knew that he had to go down to the basement for his next class, and I had to go to the third floor. I knew that at other times I'd have never done it, but I held his hand at that moment anyway, pushing aside my nervousness. "don't think about it anymore, ok Spence?"
He looked at my hand in his for a moment then up at me, squeezing my hand confidently.
"Ok. I'll see you..." he let the pause drag on. I looked at him suddenly.
"Well, Spence, um...if you do want to talk, my, um, parents won't be home tonight, dad works and mom is going out. If u don't have anything... u could, um, u know..."
Spencer smiled at me. "Ok Midnite, I'll be there." He smiled again and rushed down the stairs and I watched him go, barely aware of how weird it was for no other students to be in the staircase. The last thing I saw was his tail swish as he disappeared from view. I smiled to myself. He would be at my house later, and already I couldn't wait.
End Note: I plan on continuing this story for a very long time. I still mix actual events in my life, but have added a bit of fiction into it. I plan on making the story as realistic as possible, and I want to take my time and actually delve into the feelings of love at this point and in the future to show what it actually means to 'love' someone. If you're disappointed that this story has no yiff scenes I say this: to truly understand the story, u must first understand the love these 2 have for each other. Yes, eventually I'll get to yiffing....maybe a little sooner than you might think. A lot more will happen to these two and I intend to show the fact that it is their love that will pull them through it. If you have any questions or comments please e-mail me at [email protected] I'm also sometimes in yiffchat (at yiffstar) under the name Midnite. Midnite and Spencer are copyright to (who would've guessed it?) midnite, or ME!