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Sleepless Summer Nights

A Red Mountain High short story

Written by: Lep

World-Building and Characters by: Raspberry Roo

First attempt at writing a story of any kind. Always wanted to but have never followed through and finished something. Set in the Red Mountain High universe a good friend came up with.

Connor sighed.

Not because he was bored, depressed, hungry or anything of the sort. He was having a great time, in a good mood, and had a stomach full of Geno's pizza. His best friend, Emory, was over and currently sprawled across Connor's bed, a fitness magazine in his hands, paws mindlessly turning the pages.

"I said, do you think I need an agent?", Emory asked again, the jackrabbits ear twitching as he itched at it distractedly.

"Alright, that's what I thought you had said. Why on earth would you need an agent?", Connor asked, his canine ears perking in bemused wonderment at how on earth his friend came to ponder such a thing.

"I dunno. Senior year starts in another month. Dad says scouts will be all over me. And y'know, maybe magazines or somethin' will be too. So, I might need an agent." Emory replied as though it made perfect sense and was the natural progression of things.

"Emory..." Connor began to mentally prepare the checklist of things that was more important for their senior year then whether the hare would get a magazine endorsement. "Maybe you should worry first about your grades and y'know, graduating first. Or at the very least making sure you graduate without fathering a kid along the way." Connor added with an amused snort.

"You said you wouldn't bring that up again man.", Emory replied with a tight-lipped frown, "It was an accident, the condom broke. And it ended up alright."

Connor continued to tease, "Yeah, but I keep telling you. You need to be more careful man. The last thing you need is to get tethered down with a kid. Scouts don't like that sort of thing. Magazine writers probably don't either, at least not the type of magazine you'd want to be in...maybe the tabloids would run it."

Emory threw the magazine at Connor in mock anger, letting out a laugh and responding with his own verbal barb, "Yeah well at least I'm getting off on a regular basis and don't have to keep blowing a load all over my gym socks." Emory begin to laugh louder as Connor's inner ears began to flush in embarrassment, the reddish color easily visible against his sandy brown and grey fur. "Oh wait, that's right...canine. You probably blow your load inside your own muzzle, I hear that's pretty common for you guys."

Connor stammered, the normally quick-witted coyote hated when Emory decided to go on the offensive. The jack-rabbit was just too accurate with his words, even if they were meant as a joke. Connor thought to himself as he willed his embarrassment to fade, "You only wish you could do it".

With another sigh to calm himself, the coyote quickly shifted the subject. "Mom brought up the old cot for you to use tonight, she doesn't want you crashing on the couch because she said she just sprayed it with some stain-blocker thing."

The jack-rabbit made a disgusted face as he stretched, a small yawn escaping his lips before he took the bait and let his friend change the subject. "Aw man, I hate that damn cot. That canvas crap it's made of smells weird, and besides" Emory added, "that thing hasn't fit me since I was like 13. I'll roll off it in the middle of the night and break my neck. You don't want that on your conscience."

"I think I'd be ok with it." Connor responded, his canine lips curling into a grin. "But, be my guest. Feel free to sleep on the floor."

Connor leaned down and picked up a discarded decorative pillow, hurling it to the jack-rabbit just as Emory had begun to yawn. The pillow hit him square in the chest and startled him, his ears standing-up straight from their relaxed state. He grabbed the pillow and briefly appeared to ponder throwing it back, before instead cuddling it to his chest.

Connor's heart leapt in his chest, his throat tightening and feeling like he'd forgotten to drink any liquid for the past month. "God..." he thought, "he's so cute like that...". It'd been a year and a half since he admitted to himself that he was gay, and only in the past two months had he realized that, against his wishes, his mind and body were hard-core crushing on the athletic jackrabbit. A comment from Emory caused Connor to shake his head, clearing those thoughts away before his shorts started to prove how bad they were at concealing exactly how cute he thought the hare.

"Wait, what?" Connor asked, quite sure that this time he must have misheard his friend.

"Geeze man, you out of it tonight or what? That's like the thirtieth time you've been day-dreaming. I said, I'll just sleep in your bed with you. Sleeping on the floor would be even worse than potentially breaking my neck on your death-trap of a cot. I'd wake up with back-pain, or a pulled muscle, and that's the last thing I need with summer practice starting next week. You know coach wouldn't care and make me workout anyways." Emory re-stated, his eyes slightly widened in concern at the thought.

Connor stammered, "Uh...you, um, you can't sleep with me... I uh... I toss and turn a lot.", the coyote's ears flattening as soon as the lame excuse left his lips. Emory had spent many nights over here and knew the coyote slept like a corpse, hardly ever moving.

"Oh bullshit. You and I both know that your mom has had to check your damn pulse to even make sure you're alive before when you're sleeping. Seriously man, what's the big deal? Hell, we might have to share a bed this upcoming year anyways, senior cross country always goes to the big tourneys over in California! With how little support the district already gives our team, it wouldn't surprise me if we had to sleep two to a bed to save costs so the god-damned football team can get new jerseys for the third time." Emory's voice grew increasingly annoyed as he thought about the short end of the stick their team always held, always in the shadow of the "Red Mountain Rhinos".

Connor sighed, not wanting to hear his friend go down this path for the hundredth time, quickly interjected, before Emory started ranting in earnest.

"Fine, fine. I was just kidding anyways, just forget it...now get out of the way so I can undo the covers. I'm fucking exhausted." Connor instinctively flattened his ears out and cast a sideways glance to make sure his mom hadn't materialized to hear her son cursing. The coyote, annoyed with himself for acting like a little pup who was afraid of getting caught in the cookie jar, quickly untucked the faded dark grey quilt that covered his bed. He paused as his sheets were uncovered, turning to Emory, Connor's eyes filled with deadly seriousness, "Not one fucking word about the sheets. To anyone. Ever.".

Emory tried to stifle the sudden amused snicker that was threatening to escape his muzzle. He held his paws up, attempting to placate his normally reserved friend, "Hey man. No worries. I won't say a thing." Tilting his head to look again past Connor at the white sheets adorned with a colorful cartoon platypus, "I uh... I like Perry the Platypus too.", the hare added.

"Oh, fuck off. My normal sheets were dirty, ok? I guess mom didn't get them dried in time." Connor responded, rolling his eyes. "Anyways, I'll take the side closest to the wall. You can sleep on this side. And I swear, if I wake up with your drool all over me, I'm having hare for breakfast in the morning."

"Works for me. And no problem, I swear I'll keep my drool to myself." Emory said, quickly taking his shirt off and beginning to slide his shorts down his legs.

Connor yelped in surprise, "What the hell are you doing man?!" his eyes trying and failing to avoid staring at the tight bright blue underwear that was now visible, a very appealing bulge drawing his attention. Connor gulped.

Emory blinked and looked at him, tilting his head in confusion, "Huh? I'm getting ready to go to sleep. I'm not going to wear my clothes to sleep man. That's weird."

"Oh, yeah, I mean of course, yeah." the coyote stammered, flicking the light switch off to hide the rosy blush making itself evident in the thin skin of his ears.

By the soft glow of a night-light (thankfully no longer a Perry Platypus themed one, he'd changed it out last year) Connor padded over to the bed, shimmying out of his shorts as he walked before climbing into bed. Emory shifted further way towards the wall that the bed was up against, and for a few minutes the only sound breaking the nighttime silence was that of bedsprings squeaking as they both tried to get comfortable. As they both reached a level of satisfaction with their positioning, Emory broke the silence finally, his voice quiet as sleep began to take him,

"Goodnight my friend."

As Connor started to murmur his own nighttime farewell, his voice caught in his throat as suddenly a paw was at his ear, scratching softly for the briefest of seconds before being retracted. Connor laid there stunned, with his heart beating a thousand times a minute and seeming to echo all around him. Though he could now hear a gentle snoring from Emory, he was sure any second now the hare would wake up and ask where those drums were coming from.

"What. The. Fuck. Was. That." was the only coherent thought the coyote could muster. While Emory and he had been friends for many years and shared the occasional hug, never had either of them performed such an...intimate gesture towards the other. Everyone knew that most desert animals had sensitive ears, it just wasn't proper to go around touching them. They learned that in kindergarten as cubs, Connor learning it most as he'd been severely chastised once for biting a fellow coyote classmate on the ear in a play-fight.

Connor continued to lay there, paralyzed with confusion and thoughts running through his mind. He wasn't upset. On the contrary, that had felt...oh who was he kidding. That felt amazing. That felt perfect. His confusion and shock began to give way to other feelings as his mind raced. He suddenly felt very warm, from the bottom of his paws all the way to the tops of his ears. If he wasn't firmly aware of the feel of the fabric sheets and the warmth of his sleeping friend, he could've believed he was floating. Connor blushed as he felt tears pooling in his eyes, the feelings overwhelming the poor coyote. Now visions of him and his jackrabbit friend standing at an altar in a church, both dressed in tuxedos and proclaiming their undying love for each other ricocheted in his brain. A flash and they were at the reception, friends, family and loved ones gathered to celebrate their new union. Another quick mental leap and they were in a hotel, undressing each other, touching each other...

Connor bit back a yelp as he was rudely thrust back into reality from his unexpected dream by a sharp pain in his side. The sleeping hare was shifting and turning in his sleep. Connor looked at the uneasy sleeping form of his friend, annoyed as the hare positioned himself in an extremely odd position, one leg out from the covers and stretched to rest on the window sill, his arms flopped above his head to rest against the head board. The jackrabbit must have inadvertently kicked him while tossing and turning.

"No wonder he wakes up with muscle aches, god I hurt just looking at him." Connor thought bemusedly.

The clock read 2:06. "Wow..didn't even realized I'd fallen asleep. Let alone for an hour and a half", he thought to himself, brain still foggy with sleep. Feeling slightly cold, the coyote reached down to pull the comforter back up that must have shifted during his slumber. A sudden jolt of pleasure shot through the coyote, his eyes widening in surprise. Pulling the covers down, Connor blushed once more as the sight of his length came into view. The slit on his boxers spread open, the coyote stared at the sight of his full cock, free from the confines of both his sheath and underwear. The tip had brushed against the soft material of the comforter accidentally. A murmur of nonsense from his sleeping friend reminded Connor suddenly that he wasn't alone and the coyote quickly tried to first cover his length with his paws to hide it, then seeing the futility of that (and shivering at the touch against the exposed flesh) he pulled the comforter back up before looking over, expecting to see Emory looking at him, aghast at having seen the canine's length, even more aghast that it would be in that state while the hare was sleeping next to him!

Instead, all Connor saw was his bedmate's head now tilted at an odd angle having slipped off the pillow, one of those dumb self-satisfied grins plastered across his muzzle that the hare got when he felt he'd done something particularly noteworthy. The moon had come out from beneath the clouds and was bathing the coyote's room in a pale, soft light. While his ancient ancestors had given him quite decent low-light vision, it was still easier to now make out the details of the room. As he looked over his friend, again marveling at how on earth that Emory could even walk if this was how he slept all the time, let alone run, his eyes suddenly paused and narrowed. He focused closer, breath caught in his throat as he saw that clearly, he wasn't the only one who'd been having a pleasant dream. Between Emory's restlessness and Connor having pulled the sheet up in panic, only a small corner of the comforter now laid over the hare, and that corner was clearly resting higher than expected.

Connor stared and before his mind could stop him, with a gentle tug, pulled the comforter off his friend. The moment stretched out impossibly long as the retreating cloth revealed his friend's briefs, stretched lewdly around the shaft inside. Connor could make out a particular spot that was much darker then the surrounding fabric.

"Holy Shit", Connor whispered softly, his eyes locked in place on his friend's arousal. It was so close, closer than he'd ever been to another male's erect shaft, and yet so far, trapped with no way for the coyote to see it fully. But, what he could see was more than enough. As he continued to watch, transfixed, his own paw subconsciously trailed down, softly encircling his own length still at full mast. He watched as the jackrabbit's cock twitched, and the damp spot became wetter.

A mix of embarrassment, shame, and pure arousal clouded the coyote's thoughts as his brain caught up to the rest of his body and he realized what he was doing. He was masturbating, while staring at the young man he'd known nearly his entire life and grew up with. Not just staring at him no, staring at his erect maleness. He licked his lips, wondering what it would taste like...what it would smell like. Would Emory like to have the same things done to his length that Connor enjoyed doing to his? A tremble of pleasure echoed through the canine's body as his paw had by now begun stroking his own length in earnest. The bed springs creaked rhythmically as Connor's hips began to buck against his paw, the sound of his furred sac slapping against his paw joining the sounds. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of sex and coyote musk.

Connor's eyes finally broke contact with the object of his desire, his body shaking in pleasure as he felt a familiar tightening in his nether regions. He quickly reached down with his other paw and feeling the large swelling of his knot, locked his paw firmly behind it, causing the dam of pleasure that he built up to burst. Far past the point of caring about being completely silent, and emboldened by the fact that the jackrabbit hadn't stirred at all, Connor arched his back suddenly and a brief moan of pleasure escaped his muzzle as his cock erupted, a large stream of cum splattering onto his face and open muzzle. He shivered and bucked in pleasure, tongue lapping at the seed dripping from his lips, as the intense orgasm coursed through him, more jets of his semen splattering onto his chest and stomach.

Suddenly, Connor's eyes shot open at the loud sound of cracking wood, his length still pulsing as his balls continued to empty themselves. Time stood still for the second time that night for the coyote, as suddenly with a sickening lurch, his bed frame cracked and splintered, the head end of the mattress falling backwards as the timber gave way. Connor yelped in surprise and horror as his upper body fell backwards with the now unsupported mattress, leaving his lower body elevated. While his orgasm had mostly abated, his length and knot remained fully engorged and light, clear spurts of cum still leaked from the tip. He turned to check to make sure Emory wasn't hurt and froze as he looked into the now very open, and very confused hare's eyes. The jackrabbit just stared back, his own legs cocked over his head and folding him into an uncomfortable U shape as his body had also fallen back. Emory looked at his best friend, the coyote's eyes wide as a long strand of cum dripped from his muzzle. Emory broke the silence, his voice higher than normal from confusion and surprise:

"Dude."

The End