Chemistry
#2 of Studying Biology
"Wait... What?" Mark asked confusedly. What was going on, was Zane gay too? Mark wanted to be sure before he made
any mistakes. Zane's kiss made him almost certain he was right, but his brain was moving slowly through the cloud of shock that had
come after Zane's innuendo. "I'm not sure whats going on, but I hope I am right..."
"You're almost certainly are right," Zane assured him. "Especially if you are thinking that I got booted from my house for the
same reason you are so uncomfortable at yours. I like you, alot." Zane was getting nervous. He realized that he might have made a huge
mistake, just because Mark was gay didn't mean he wanted Zane.
After a second Mark beamed from from ear to ear, "then I most certainly am right. And Zane, I like you too, alot." The fog
that had clouded his mind was gone now, he knew exactly what he wanted and now he knew he could have it. He felt his excitement
growing in him, then realized that wasn't the only thing growing.
Zane took a few steps closer to Mark, almost touching. "I can see that." He said looking down briefly. "lets head into my
room, there is not much room in the hallway. Should I get our books, or should we just have some fun first?"
"We can study tommorow," Mark said. Then he laughed, "you know, when I told my mom I was going to a friend's house
one of the first things she wanted to know was if it was my boyfriends house. At the time it was no, but now I'm not sure.
"We can update her on that if it changes, which I expect it might change soon."
"I agree, though as soon as we tell her that she will insist you come over so she can interogate you." Mark said.
"I'm terrified, really I am, but lets not get ahead of ourselves. Fun first, family intergations later." Zane started toward his
room with Mark following very close behind.
Zane tuned around once they were in his room. His breath caught when he realized Mark had lost his shirt along the way.
Mark was... amazing, not muscled, but pure white and slim. Fur thick and soft down his chest and stomach. Zane felt his pants become
tight as he imagined how good that fur would feel against his.
"I take it you're enjoying the sight, but I would enjoy a show too" Mark interupted his fantasy with a grin.
"Oh, you want a show?" Zane began slowly removing his shirt, taking his time and slowly turning gracefully at the same
time. Then slowly inching his pants down, leaving on his underwear, erection obvious now. He was not turning anymore as he was
enjoying the look of rapture on his soon to be lover's face. "Let me help you with that," he said as he reached over after tossing aside
his own pants, unbuttoned Mark's pants and brought them down to the floor kneeling in the process. From this angle he had a chance
to see that Mark was fully erect and ready for anything Zane wanted to do.
Mark knelt next to Zane and kissed him more throughly than the kiss they had shared before. They stood slowly, not
breaking away from eachother. They both freed themselves from their boxers, their members springing up enthsiastically. They
embraced, kissing more deeply, tounges exploring, reaching, studying their mouths with abandon. Shafts pressed together as pre-cum
began to flow and mix together, coating them in the warm, thick liquid.
They broke from the kiss as Zane slid down nuzzling the white fur as he traveled down. Coming to a stop, he worked
Mark's sac with his tounge, causing Mark to cry out and a fresh wave of warm liquid begin to flow. Zane began to lick towards the tip
of Mark's shaft, savoring the flavor of pre-cum and maleness. Zane parted his jaws slightly and began to lower his muzzle around the
inviting head. He worked his way down the shaft as Mark cried out and gripped Zane's shoulders as he worked closer and closer to
the knot. His tounge licked and caressed as he went, finally enveloping the knot and burying his nose in Mark's groin fur. Mark groaned
as Zane's teeth played with his fur as his tounge caressed his erection.
"Wait" Mark managed to say. "I want you inside me when I go."
Zane rose up and layed Mark down on his back on the bed. Zane knelt between his legs and put his arm under Mark's hip
to get a better angle. Zane leaned over and put his tip against Mark's opening and push in, an inch at a time. Mark tensed as it went in,
but relaxed quickly. "Deeper" Mark urged pushing his hips against the erection lodged in him. Zane began to grind in deeper, entry
made easier by the pre-cum coating his shaft. As he got to the knot, Mark pushed into it, almost to the edge of orgasm. The push
caused the knot to slip in, making Mark cry out as his orgasm caught him up and sent shockwaves through his body. Mark's orgasm
caught both of them in the chest, pumping out warm liquid between them. Sliding against their chest as Zane pumped in once more
before it tipped him over the edge.
Zane cried out with his own orgasm as Mark's muscles tightened against him, rippling down and massaging the flow,
encouraging it to flow harder. They collapsed together, and Zane rolled to one side, falling quickly asleep in the arms of his lover.
Mark woke up the next morning, dozing. Then he began to worry, his house was usually so loud by the time he woke up
that he would not be able to sleep any longer anyway. But this morning he woke up to silence his ears perked forward to pick up some
sound of his family waking for the day, but nothing... wait no, there was a fait snoring somewhere nearby. Then he felt the arms
encircling him, and saw the dark furred arm across his white chest and remembered the night before, and was content to just lie there.
A few minutes later he felt Zane stirring behind him. "Morning" Mark said, turning to face his new lover. Looking into his
dark amber eyes as they blinked, focusing on his new bedmate.
"Huh?" Zane replied sleepily. "Oh, right... morning. Lets get some breakfast, I can't think worth crap until I have at least a
cup of coffee." He gave Mark a brief kiss on the muzzle before rushing off to make coffee, robe in hand. Mark watched the wolf until
his tail rounded the corner, cutting of his pleasant view.
Mark quickly followed after getting at least half dressed, giving up on finding his shirt until later. "I feel like we've done this
backwards, date then amazing sex, but then again this way is more fun." Mark remarked while watching Zane buzz around making his
coffee. "Maybe we should fix that, have a date, then the sex. It would be fun too, I bet."
"What do you think our dinner was? Even though niether of us knew it was a date. But if you think a date is necissary, we
could go watch a movie sometime. I know one that just came out that sounds good." Zane settled into a seat on the couch after pouring
his coffee. "There is some coffee in the coffee pot over there if you want some, creamer in the door of the fridge."
"I can just imagine the conversation that would come up when I tell my parents I'm going on a date" Mark shuddered. "But
it just might be worth it to see the looks on their face, I think they still don't believe that I'm gay. I guess I don't fit their stereotype of a
gay guy, I don't even own a pink shirt. They probably think that this is all a phase because I've never brought one of my boyfriends
home. Not that I've had many, but they always seem to get on my nerves, definate stereotypes, all of them. They all acted like girls, but
I thought that the point was that we don't like girls that way. Can't we be gay AND guys? So they were all too short term to even think
about meeting eachother's parents."
Zane laughed before replying, "actually I think I have one pink shirt, my little sister gave it to me. Whenever I visit she gives
me the 'Why Don't You Have A Fashion Sense' talk. I do have a fashion sense, just not one that includes pink and purple in every
article of clothing."
"So whats on the schedule for today?" Mark inquired. "We should probably get at least a little studying done eventually."
"Great, don't we have that chemistry worksheet due tommorow?"
"Yeah, but I give us ten minutes to do it. Its so easy, she pretty much gave us the answers in class." Mark scoffed at the
simple work assigned to them.
"Says you, I was completely lost, maybe if you could show me how..." Zane looked forlorn.
"Sure, then we can go get some real breakfast. Ihop, my treat, you just have to drive" Mark offered.
"I love free food. Lets start on the homework before my stomach wakes up."
They got done with little trouble on their work, but before they left for breakfast Mark got a call on his cell. Looking at who
was calling he said, "its my mom, just a sec." Zane heard a few mumbled, "yes mom" and alot of "umm..."
"Sounds like a conversation with my dad" Zane said when Mark looked up.
"Umm... she wants to meet you. Shes making breakfast and she says to bring you." Mark admitted.
"I thought you said no relationship had lasted long enough for your mom to invite anyone over? Zane asked.
"None has, this is officially the longest relationship I've ever had. I guess I take one night stands to a whole new level. For
some reason after a date we just decide to not date again. Though it saves me from awkward breakfasts with my family. Not that my
family is bad or anything." Mark assured him. "we just don't agree on some things, but mostly they just ignore it and live in their
'everything is fine' world where im not gay, and my older brother doesen't screw every female walking on two legs that will have him. I
don't need to be straight, he will provide more than enough children eventually to keep our familly line going."
"Okay, but this means that I get to show you to MY family. My sister will subject you to horrors unimaginable, she'll play
'what boyband is the hottest' and be shocked if you don't have an answer. She has just hit 12 with a vengence." Zane teased.
"As long as you don't mind being conscripted to play basketball with my brother and my dad after breakfast. I swear they
will, just to see if all homosexuals have my aversion to sports." Mark quiped right back.
"If your on my team in two on two, they will not expect to be beaten, will they?" Zane asked.
"Trust me, any team I'm on, they will expect that team to lose. Anyways, are you ready to run the gauntlet?"
"I think so, as long as there are no axe-murdering cousins to watch out for." Zane said to cover his nerves, he wanted to do
this, for Mark. He just did not expect it to be this soon.
"No, I think the only way you would be in danger is if you got in the way of one of my brother's exes out for revenge. It
hasen't happened yet though so, so far so good." Zane got directions from Mark and they headed out in Zane's car to meet the parents.
They entered the driveway of a medium sized blue house in one of the remote places of town. Mark lead Zane up the
driveway and into the house. Zane was proud of himself for not even looking back once.
"Mom? Hello anyone home?" Mark called into the house.
"I'm in the kitchen, Adam and your father are in the garage trying to fix that useless truck again." a voice sounded from the
back, Zane assumed it was Mark's mom.
Mark led him down the hall and took a left into a kitchen with a older-- more female-- version of Mark. She was obviosly
trying to keep busy while waiting for whatever that wonderfull smell emenating from the oven to get done cooking. "Mom?" Mark said
breaking her cycle of; wipe counters, check cupboards, read cookbook, and repeat.
"Yes hon?" she asked turning around, finally noticing who was in the doorway with her son. "Oh, right. I'm sorry, I
completely forgot I asked you to bring your new friend didn't I?" Zane noticed that she didn't look exactly like Mark, having the normal
yellow eyes that many wolves have, instead of Mark's beautiful deap blue eyes. "My name is Helen, its very nice to meet you."
"Its nice to meet you too, I'm Zane."
"Well, I really must get back to cooking, but im sure the boys would love to meet you. They're in the garage."
Mark then led him across the hall and through a door to the garage. "Hey dad, Adam you guys still trying to fix that old
heap of junk?" Mark asked. There was a bump and a muffled curse before two grease covered heads popped up from under the
hood. Under the grease Zane could see the blue of Mark's father's eyes become confused as they looked at Mark and Zane.
"I thought you were staying at your new... friend's house today." He asked.
"Mom invited us over this morning, probably noticing that I didn't come home early this morning again." Mark said.
"So this is your new..."
"Boyfriend, and his name is Zane by the way." Mark said. "Zane, the oh so articulate one is my dad, James. The grease
monkey next to him is Adam, my brother. The junk heap they are buried in is the truck that one day will run, after spending more on
new parts then it would cost to get it new."
"You just have no appreciation for classics little bro." Adam said, finally coming up with something to say. "Its a-"
"I know I know, a 19 something or other with original leather seats, steel frame, and blah blah blah. You know I know
nothing of cars, and I don't care to learn." Mark said, falling into an old pattern. "but enough of that, mom should have breakfast done
soon, you two should go clean up so we can eat when the food is still hot."
"Whatever," Adam began to grin and turned to Zane. "Hey, why don't we play a game of basketball after breakfast. We
have a half-court set up in the back."
"Sure, me against you or two on two?" Zane asked, holding back a grin of his own. Just as Mark said, Adam was in for a
big surprize.
"How 'bout one on one, anyone with Mark on their team would lose before they started." Adam said shaking his head.
"Sounds good to me, I wont have to stand there like an idiot not knowing what the hell im supposed to do." Mark said,
relieved, but hoping Zane knew what he was doing.
"But its easy, just get the ball and throw it in the hoop." Zane said.
"Just like chemistry is easy huh?" Mark replied.
"I see what you mean. Okay so we'll play a round after breakfast." Zane said.
Adam smirked, "I'll just go wash up before mom scolds us and starts on the uselessness of the truck again." They headed
out towards the two bathrooms.
"Lets grab a smoke before breakfast. We can head out back." Zane slipped his arm around Mark's waist as Mark lead
them out back.
They stepped onto a small porch and lit up. "I'm just glad you remembered where I threw my shirt last night, that would
have been weird. Coming home in someone else's clothing."
"No, whats worse is coming home in damaged clothing. Then your parents think you got in a fight and you have to explain
that their was no fight, and watch their face's as they realize the real reason you shirt is in tatters." They heard laughing behind them and
turned to see Adam doubled over.
"That's... actually... happened... to you?" He asked trying to catch his breath.
"Tigers are very impacient, it took a few sets of clothing before I could undress quick enough for him." Zane replied.
"Really" Adam replied, "Of course, I woulden't know anything about sex with tigers. Right Mark?" Adam asked.
"Riiight, I still don't know how you got away with it when mom found your girlfriend's pants in the laundry."
"I told her it was your pants, that shut her up pretty quickly." Adam joked.
"Like I could ever fit in those? Those were Sara the bear's pants. Mom is so far in denial, she'll need to learn egyptian just
to get back." Adam groaned at Mark's joke.
"I think that might have been the worst joke I've ever heard" Adam said.
"You didn't hear Zane's joke last night, then again you might not want to." Mark said.
"Well I didn't hear you complaining about it." Zane replied.
"I was distracted, but let's change the subject before Adam loses the perplexed look on his face. Lets go back in, if Adam
is out here dad must be about done cleaning up and we get to eat soon." Mark said, putting out his cigarette and going inside.
They got through breakfast with only a few words exchanged on how school was going before they were done and headed
out back. Adam grabbed the ball and declared that he got the ball first. Zane said it was fine with him and they began the game.
Mark did not know how he did it but every time Adam got the ball he managed to reach in and swipe it before Adam
knew what was happening. Zane had scored a couple baskets before Adam realized that his opponent was much better then he
looked. From there he stepped up his game, but in the end could not contend with the speed of his shorter opponent. Adam finally
conceded, exausted.
"I give, I give. Mark keep this one around for a while, I need some better competition to help me step up my game." He
called over to Mark.
Mark flushed and replied, "I plan on it, I love seeing you get your tail whipped so easily." To prove it he walked up and
kissed Zane deeply. "And thats what you get for winning."
"Then I guess I'll play more often, care to join next time?" Zane asked.
"Oh no, its much more fun to watch." Mark said eying Zane up and down.
"Okay, there is alittle to much love in here for my comfort." Adam said backing away.
"Hey you've done the same thing to me. Just think of this as a little well earned pay back." Mark said as Adam was leaving.
"So was that all for his benefit then?" Zane teased.
"Not at all, I enjoyed it too. I just hope to enjoy more soon." Mark said.
"Me too" Zane replied aticipating that night already, "Care to study at my house again tonight?"
"Sure, anytime. I love studying with you." Mark said.