Keith'n'Matt: Lost Control
#4 of Keith 'n' Matt
_As wished... another part of Keith' and Matt's sad life. And of course, more to come. Thanks to all readers who encourage me.
Warning: The following story contains sexual intercourse between under-age boys. Who can't stand that, should turn away.
Enjoy!_
The sun shone through the window and its rays touched Keith' nose. The warmth made the cat's sensitive smelling organ twitch a bit and woke him up. He opened one eye and took a look at the ceiling. For almost one week now the first view in the morning was not mould on concrete, but a white and clean paint.
And for almost one week now he was sleeping in an actual bed, with real and clean sheets and even a pillow. Compared to what he had slept on before it was the mere luxury. It was warm and soft... and what it made perfect: He always woke up next to a special fox. His fox. His love.
Matt was lying in Keith' arm, peacefully sleeping. Keith couldn't imagine anything better in the morning than the view of the naked fox in the light of a rising sun. He reached out a paw and stroked over the other boy's side. Matt responded with mumbling and moving. Keith smiled and stroked again through the soft vulpine fur. Matt mumbled and opened one eye.
"Hey," Keith said softly.
Matt yawned thoroughly. "Hey..." he replied. He moved forward to kiss the cat's nose. For some minutes they smiled at each other, only enjoying the other one's eyes. Keith continued stroking Matt's side, and Matt reached out to let his paw run over Keith' face. The fox let his paw feel the other boy's neck, feel the vibrations of the cat's purrs.
"You got a morning wood," Keith whispered.
"Hm-hm... You too..."
Keith rolled over the fox and kissed his vulpine muzzle tenderly. "How long until she stomps in to wake us up?"
"Enough time, enough time..." Matt kissed back.
Keith kissed the fox's nose sometimes, waited for Matt to tilt the head, then he moved down to the fox's white fur on the underside of the vulpine muzzle. Keith followed the white line, kissing Matt's neck, the chest, the stomach, the waist, ruffling the fur on Matt's sides. Keith kissed the top of Matt's cock softly, making the fox moan in anticipation.
Keith turned around so he was lying on Matt again, and started to caress the vulpine penis tenderly. Matt himself started his go at the feline cock over his face. Both males took the other one's penis into their mouth, tightly embracing with lips and tongue, took them as deep as possible, and moved the head back again. They continued that, in the same rhythm, as a working unit, pleasing each other, taking pauses to moan in pleasure. With licks and sucks they sent more and more sensation into the other one's mind, more and more...
Keith felt the warm, creamy liquid splash into his mouth, causing him to cum as well into the vulpine throat. Keith swallowed, panted for a moment and licked the cock in front of his face clean, feeling Matt doing the same. The cat turned on his lovers body and kissed the fox again. After about two minutes he rolled off the vulpine body.
"We better get dressed before she rambles again..."
"Yes..."
Keith smiled. "Did I tell you I love you?"
"Not today."
"Love you, foxy boy."
Matt grinned and leaned over to kiss the cat's cheek. "Love you too." Then he sat up and sighed. "Brekkie, brekkie..."
"It's pancake day."
"Every second day is pancake day."
"I don't mind."
"I don't either. Did I say I would?" Matt got off the bed and picked up the underpants. He had hardly worn underpants before, as his crotch was supposed to be easily accessible all time. He slipped it over his butt. "Do I look sexy in that?"
"Uhh... sure?"
"Oh, come on..."
"I think it flatters your cute butt, really."
Matt turned. "Oh, thank you," he said and kissed the cat's forehead gently. Then he continued dressing.
Keith finally made to get up as well. He just made to slip his underpants on as the door opened. "Rise and shine, boys!" the female panther sent into the room.
"Already doing, Kath."
Disappointed the panther nodded. She loved it to wake the children. They were so cute when they blink in the morning light. But those were already dressing. Well, nothing could kill her good mood anyway. That was what made her so annoying in the boy's opinion. "Well, boys, breakfast is ready." And then she went to startle the next two kids.
Keith opened the window to let the smell of two sleeping bodies out of the room. Then he slipped into pants and shirt and stretched. That was a nice aspect of the hostel: A breakfast he didn't need to fight for, and fresh and clean clothes every day.
What he hated was the schedule. Everything was scheduled: When to get up in the morning, when to have the meals, when to go outside, when to be back... And they were watched almost all the time. Just in the evening they had some unwatched time in the hobby room, and of course at night, although the annoying panther was looking after them every hour, to check if they really slept. She hadn't caught Keith and Matt yet.
The boys went out of the the room, into another day.
"You really gonna eat that?"
Matt looked up from a huge pile of pancakes and poured treacle over it. "Sure, why not? The vet said it was good if I gained weight."
"I'm not quite sure if I agree..." Keith said and stabbed some ham with his fork.
"Umm, Keith?"
Keith looked up. "Yes?"
"Could you eat up quickly?" Kath asked. "Misses Lerson wants to talk to you."
"Again?"
"Yes." The panther smiled friendly.
Keith sighed, put the fork down and stood up. "I've finished."
There was a small room in the ground floor of the hostel. It was reserved for talks, usually between workers of the youth welfare office and the kids. Usually they just asked if everything was alright and so on, and then telling it's going to be fine.
Today, Misses Lerson, the tigress, was looking rather serious. And she was surrounded by files.
"What is it?" Keith asked.
"Sit down, Keith."
"I'd rather stand, thanks."
"Better you sit down," the tigress insisted.
Keith shook his head and did as demanded.
"Well, Keith, we found a family for you. The adoption is on way, and they're gonna take you home tomorrow."
Keith took a very deep breath. "Okay. Repeat."
"I know it's not easy for you, but you will see, you will get used to it, and soon you'll lead a normal life as every boy of your age."
"And you just told me that. Does anyone care what I want?"
"Yes, we do. That's our job. And that's why we found that family for you."
"Well, that's not what I want."
"The Fosters are a very reputed pair. They already adopted a girl, and she never complained. They're friendly and caring, you'll see."
"This is all a big joke!"
"No, Keith. Pack your things, you'll leave tomorrow."
Keith shook his head again and folded his arm. "I don't want!"
"Trust me, it's the best for you." She signed a paper and sighed. Those ungrateful children, every single time they tried to struggle. It was for their own good, why can't they just see that?
Keith stood up. He wanted to say something, but he decided just leave the room before he was too angry.
Matt was waiting in front of it, leaning against the wall. "What's up?" the fox asked immediately as he saw the cat's irate face.
"It's all a big joke," Keith just said and stomped up the stairs to his room.
"And that's set?"
Keith' tail flung around while he was staring at the wall angrily. "You know adults. They just do whatever they please. At first they made us sucking some guy's cocks, then they beat us up, now they stuff us into this hostel and watch us like prisoners, and in the end we just..."
The door opened soundly. A woman stormed in. "Matthew!"
Matt was very surprised as he just got hugged by a vixen, as if she was trying to squeeze him until he exploded. The fox coughed. The vixen stopped and looked into Matt's face. "Ermm... who...?" Matt asked insecure.
"Don't you recognise me?" the vixen asked hopefully.
Matt stared at the face and frowned. Yes, there was something... Buried in the past... forgotten... forsaken... "M-Mum...?"
"You remember!" the vixen screamed cheerily and squeezed Matt again.
After a moment of hesitation, Matt slowly began to hug back, although he was very confused.
Keith had turned and stared at the scene. Somehow he just considered this day as completely spoiled. And it had started so good...
Keith had followed Matt and his mother - whose honesty he really doubted - to the lobby. Even though Matt had always been looking back to him, he decided to say at the stairs, where he was able to look down and watch the scene. And there was a lot of scene to watch.
Press was here. It was just before noon, though at least four teams of reporters had decided to come here and report the reunion of the hero-boy and his mother. After the stirrup in the newspapers, especially the yellow press, during the last days that was nothing surprising. The youth office had kept everyone away from Matt and the other kids, and Keith had only read some short headlines on the papers. It was awkward for him to admit that the reading of a single headline took him several minutes.
Anyway, now the press exploited the chance to make new photos and stories about the young fox. Matt felt obviously not good in between all that attention. Again and again he was looking back to Keith, begging for help, but Keith couldn't help him. Nobody could. The vixen who claimed to be his mother was pretty happy due to the attention she was getting.
There was a lot of shouting. And asking. And photographing.
And then... Matt was gone...
Keith was lying on his bed in his room. The room was cold and empty, without the fox. The bed just didn't feel right without that second body right next to him. It all was just plain wrong. Nothing was fine, nothing was alright. Damned adults.
The vixen just took Matt with her, without any other word. Keith didn't even had the chance to say good bye, to give his fox a last kiss, anything. But she had just dragged her son out of the hostel. Keith still had the picture in his head, the last begging look of a young boy who doesn't understand what was going on at all.
The doors had closed, Keith had run down, seen the black car, the yearning and sad face of his boyfriend, and away the fox had been, away. A tear had run down the cat's face. More tears followed. He had spent the afternoon in his room, and he had no idea what to do, no idea at all.
He couldn't believe Matt was really and actually gone. Of course his mind was perfectly aware of the fact that adult, especially the youth welfare office, gave a damn about his feelings. And that they weren't going to bring the fox back.
But his heart struggled. Emotionally he couldn't accept that. He weren't able to accept someone his stormed in, seized his love and dragged him out of his life for ever and ever. They couldn't do that, could they? There must be a law for that, something about granting emotional health? Stupid adults had a law for practically everything, but of course none that weren't against him.
So Keith continued crying. One day, and everything he had gained the last week was gone. Everything...
Somebody knocked on the door and entered. Keith glanced shortly. Oh, that guy who was responsible for his mental health. Of course that man must show up. The cheetah sat down on the other bed. "Hey, Keith."
Keith didn't answer. That guy could as well go away.
"I'm here to ask you something."
Keith turned away, to the wall, and curled up.
"Well, I understand... as you know, the Fosters will come to pick you up tomorrow. Make a happier face for them."
"How could I, damn it..."
"Because the Fosters got a phone you could use to call your friend."
That made the cat turn around. "What?"
"A phone is a..."
"I know what a phone is, but what about the other part?"
"I just got a call by Misses Jesterson, Matthew's mother. Matt is very sorry about how your parting went, and so he made her to give me the phone number of your new home. She said you can call whenever. Just not today, as the phones in the hostel have a restricted use."
Keith face lightened. "You mean..."
"Yes," the cheetah said, put a small note on the drawer and stood up. As he had opened the door he stopped for a moment. "Keith?"
Keith looked up from the numbers. "Yes?"
"You love him, don't you?" The cheetah sighed. "Good luck. It's a mean world." And so he left.