Perils of the Closet
The Perils of the Closet
Wasn't sure whether to post this in the M/M or just the M section.
Update 8/15/10: gave the story a once-over and changed a lot of stuff.
Jason and Mason, The Two Foxes, had lived together for a year; they shared residence with Steven and Jacob, a husky and a raccoon. The arrangements were only to save each of them money, nothing more--the place they rented was fairly big, but it only had two bedrooms. Each of the bedrooms had all the belongings of two people, including two beds. The Two Foxes lived in one, and the husky and raccoon in another. The positive side was that none of them had to pay too much for their place; the negative side was that they were crammed in such close proximity that privacy was impossible.
Jason mused on this one day as he was returning from class. He kept wondering when they'd all get jobs and move out. He didn't mind sharing the space, but sometimes he wished he could have a bit more freedom. He felt awkward sometimes, and the biggest issue he had to deal with was something he'd never bring up to anybody.
At home, he'd had the luxury of a private room and bathroom, so he never learned to resist his temptations. Naturally, when he'd moved in with the others, he had to resist them, and so he began to feel tense--very tense, enough so that his cravings became continual distractions at school. The girls had driven him mad at first with tight blouses, short skirts, and swaying hips, and he got to the point where he couldn't deal with them anymore. He'd never even given thought to giving himself release in his own room, with Mason so nearby. If he wasn't caught, the smell would give him away, he knew. And if he were caught, Mason would flip.
So one day, he began to do it in the shower, like he suspected everyone else probably did anyway. He became more comfortable with it and kept doing it, and eventually, he found out he rather liked the strong scent left behind by the others. His fantasies started to shift direction, and he started to enjoy them more than he ever had before. He told himself at first that it was only a phase he was going through, but somewhere along the line, he realized that he was deeply and irrevocably gay.
Just that morning, actually, he'd thought about Mason as he did it, imagining that the strokes on his shaft came not from his paw, but from Mason's as the bulkier fox slid into him. He'd felt guilty about it for a while, but he knew it was only a fantasy, never to become reality.
Jason killed the ignition and stepped out of his car. Usually, he stayed a little after for tutoring, but that day, he hadn't felt up to it, so he got home a bit earlier than usual. He noted Mason's Ford in the lot, but nobody else's car. Speak of the devil, he thought.
Mason must not have heard him, because the door to their room was shut. He considered knocking, but cast it off; surprising Mason was always fun. With that in mind, he slowly clenched the doorknob and began to ease the door open, expecting a creak to give him away. He stuck his head in the gap, ready to bark out something loud and obnoxious, but instead...
The wall-mounted television was facing the door, so it was the first thing he saw. On it, a close-up of a massive lupine erection.
Jason blinked. He saw that there was a vixen slaving over it, grasping it at the knot and tugging on it like a carrot, giving it a good lick up the whole twitching length. It looked a little exaggerated, but it was still pretty hot, even from Jason's view.
The first thing Jason did was to smile; he'd finally caught Mason in one of his weaker moments. But then, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He wouldn't have admitted it to himself, but deep down, he'd hoped Mason was gay. Steven and Jacob brought back girls, even shared them, but Mason never had. But now, Jason's hope was shattered.
Still, Jason couldn't resist watching, and he couldn't help noticing that his eyes never left the cock, watching as the red member disappeared into the vixen's mouth over and over again, as it pulsed in her grasp. There was little sound--probably turned down--but his ears were searching for the male's deep grunts, not the vixen's whining.
He let his gaze drift over to the Mason's bed, where the bigger fox lay prone, facing the television. Jason could tell there was movement there, but couldn't see any of it. He knew what was going through the fox's head, though; Mason would be thinking that dick was his own, and imagining the touch and breath of the vixen over it. He'd be listening to her exaggerated moans, ignoring the wolf altogether except for his cock; more than anything, he'd want to see her tail raised, the wolf in her.
Frowning, Jason stepped away. He didn't want to interrupt, so he'd go chill in the living room for a bit, and stay there until either his normal time or until Mason was finished. His tail lashed behind him as he left.
Mason had given his strokes a break, wanting to drag this out. Fridays were only days when he could be alone in the house; everyone else was always at classes or, like Jason, busy elsewhere.
On screen, the video--one of his favorites, _Feral Lust II--_faded to a new image. It showed the vixen now, had a shot of her on a bed with her tail raised in the air, showing off all her parts. She alternated between rubbing under her tail and at her groin, a stupidly unsanitary practice, he knew, and had her mouth open wide, making all kinds of sounds. Some of her facial fur was still matted from when the wolf had howled and blown all over her face, and that's where Mason's gaze fell.
He made himself watch for a bit, but his need was too much. He dug for the remote and fast-forwarded until the wolf entered the scene again. It showed a nice shot of his erection entering her, but he fast-forwarded it again until it was at the best part.
From the side, it showed the thick slab of meat pounding into her tailhole. He could see most of the wolf now, and he was beautiful; gentle muscles popped out of his flesh in all the right places, flexing as he moved, covered by a glistening mass of deep-gray fur. The wolf threw his head back as he crouched over her, tongue hanging out. From his mouth emanated grunts and growls of pleasure, and maybe the occasional whimper. Mason felt pity and jealousy of the vixen at the same time: one for being so near to such a prime male specimen, being painted by his seed; and the other for looking like she was about to break under the wolf's weight.
The camera moved to show the scene from behind. For a while, it was a fairly static image of the wolf thrusting, his tail drooping straight down. Then, he crouched farther over her, moving his tail aside and lifting it a little, letting his pucker show every time he pulled out; his sac bounced sporadically below as he thrust, and he was groaning openly now, his vocalizations matching with Mason's own. The fox had watched his share of straight videos just to see the guy's behind, and the hard wolves like this always seemed to have the best--but this was one of his favorite, one of the few he could imagine his mouth at, the tight, warm flesh parting around his tongue. He imagined himself inside the other male, making the dominant wolf squirm in pleasure beneath him.
He focused on the vixen again, imagining it was his own rear clenching around the hot pink flesh, his own (less-annoying) screams of ecstasy issuing forth. Mason gritted his teeth, then slowed and stopped as the pleasure built up. The world seemed to slow, and then, hot stickiness on his paws and chest.
After catching his breath, he cleaned himself up before it could dry. Working fast, because Jason would be here any minute, he returned the room to its natural order and dressed himself.
Then he noticed that the door was ajar.
The living room was a mass of beige, decorated only by a couch, a papasan loveseat, a television, and Jason. The fox sat on the loveseat, and he had been flipping through the channels for a while. He couldn't quite find anything to hold his interest, at least not as much as the wolf had. He was still flipping when he heard Mason's voice.
"Hello?"
He felt a surge of panic. No, relax, he told himself; he'd done nothing wrong. He'd just come in early and decided to watch some... something.
"Jason?"
Trying to look as natural as possible, he reclined himself on the loveseat, fixing his gaze on the TV. "Yeah?"
Not long afterwards, Mason's figure appeared in the doorway, resting an arm up against the post. He'd dressed himself in a wifebeater and some nondescript gray gym shorts. He must've cleaned up pretty well, Jason thought, because he couldn't find a single stain on the shirt. His figure was a little bulkier than that of the average fox, but it came from his broad shoulders and big bones, not excess weight. He looked fairly calm just then, except for the swishing of his tail behind him... and the calm was almost a disappointment for Jason.
"When did you get here?"
"Not too long ago. Just been chilling in here... rough classes today." It wasn't a total lie.
"Didn't go to that tutoring session?"
"No. Didn't feel like it. What've you been up to?"
"Oh, nothing much..." He sniffed and brought up a paw to wipe at his nose, then stood there for a while. Jason could feel the awkwardness radiating from him.
Jason cut off the TV with the remote--he hadn't really been watching it anyway--and stood up, stretching a bit. He had an idea: since Mason had spoiled all his hopes, the least Jason could get from him was some entertainment and maybe a little humiliation. "I'm kinda tired," he said. "I think I might go to bed..." He watched Mason's expression from the corner of his eye as he approached the door where the other fox stood.
"Wait," Mason barked. "Do you wanna... go get something to eat?"
It wasn't something Mason would usually say, and though the smaller fox thought he'd have loved to hear him say it, it didn't carry the tones he had been hoping for. "No," Jason said. "I ate on my way home."
He blinked. "This early? It's only four."
Of course he hadn't. "Yeah. I just... felt like crap today, I guess."
Mason looked like he was about to protest, but he stepped out of the doorway when Jason approached it. He followed Jason into the room, though.
When Jason entered their room, the smell hit him: pure vulpine musk. He sniffed the air dramatically a few times and waved at his nose. "Ugh. It smells like rut in here." He turned to note the panicked look on Mason's muzzle, then said, "You been workin out or something?"
"Uh... yeah, I have. I guess I need a shower." He took in a deep breath, an obvious effort to calm himself. He stood there for a while, then said, "I think I'll go do that now..."
Before he could get away, though, Jason stopped him. "Wait. I got a question: have you seen any good movies lately?"
Mason's ears went down. A wave of his scent, strong and heady and intoxicating, hit Jason with the force of a tsunami. "Well, no... not really. Why?"
Jason mentally steeled himself. "Well, that movie you were watching when I came in... it seemed pretty good."
Now Mason frowned. It took him a while, it seemed, to gather the courage to speak. "I thought you weren't into that kind of stuff."
"Huh?"
"You've never brought back a girl or anything."
You either, he wanted to say, but what came out instead was, "Or anything?"
"You know what I mean," Mason snapped. Now the gravity of the situation seemed to sit in, and across his face played a combination of You were spying on me and You found me out. "How much did you see?"
"I saw enough."
A flash of something else settled on Mason's muzzle, but Jason couldn't tell what it was. "You mean, you saw..."
"I saw her swallow it whole, if that's what you mean."
"Oh. So..." He seemed to lose himself in thought for a moment, bringing up a paw to stroke his chin. "Look, just don't ever mention this again, okay? I'm going to go take a shower; I feel dirty now."
As Mason was turning to exit the room, Jason smirked and said, "I meant it."
"Huh? Meant what?" Mason's head faced the other.
"It was good. I wish I were as endowed as that wolf."
"Yeah, he's... pretty..." His features twitched. "Wait, isn't it gay to talk about the guy?"
A barrage of thoughts hit Jason's mind, intangible but oh-so-readable. No, he thought. This is too good to be true. "Well, no," he said. "Doesn't everyone wish they were that sexy?"
"Uh, you just called him sexy. I think that classifies as, well, kinda..." Mason edged towards the door.
"But he is sexy," Jason said, taking on the tone of a schoolteacher. "I didn't say I wanted him to do me, or that I wanted to do him--_now _that would be gay. It's okay to talk about other guys, though." He stared at the wall for a few seconds, feigning concentration. "Unless you're gay, 'cause then you'd get all defensive and... hey, wait..."
Jason looked Mason in the eyes. The slump in Mason's posture gave it away, sending tinglings through Jason's body. "You're not gay, are you?" Jason asked with all the innocence he could muster.
"Uhm, well..." He brought a paw up to his forehead. The shyness on the bigger fox made him look cute, Jason thought.
"Hey, it's no big deal. It's totally cool, and good for me, actually."
Another, more severe slump: his fuzzy ears folded up against his skull, and his eyes rolled downwards. "'cause there'd be more vixens for you, right?"
"No." Jason placed a paw on the other's shoulder, and he hoped the other fox couldn't feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Because I think I might be gay too."
Mason blinked a few times. "You've got to be kidding. You playing some kind of joke on me?"
"I'm serious as a heart attack."
"Really?" When Mason didn't get a response, he said, "Then I was wrong about you this whole time. I thought..." His words started becoming rushed, like a confession. "I couldn't ever catch you doing anything. I thought you were a freak."
Jason laughed. "Odd, 'cause I thought the same thing about you. But nah, I'm a very weak fox. I'm just good at hiding it. And apparently you are too." He grinned.
"Yeah..." Mason sniffed. "You know, you never saw the good part of that flick. If you want, we could watch it sometime, or..." He cast Jason an expectant look, the shyness showing again.
"I'd like that. But right now..." He figured the ruse was already up, so breaking it further wouldn't hurt. "I lied earlier to get you to follow me in here, so... why don't we go get something to eat together?" He stuck out a paw.
Mason glanced at it, then up at the other's muzzle. "Hah. You bastard. Deal." They clasped and shook paws, then quitted the room. Somewhere inside, Jason realized that he'd had this wonderful opportunity open to him the entire time, but he'd been too blind and too scared to see it. But now that he did, he had no intention of letting it get away from him ever again.