Keith and Matt: Emotions
#2 of Keith and Matt 2
Yay! Keith and Matt are back!! It needs more yiff... Next part will have... I promise Grammar and spelling mistakes are all yours! * * * Arm in arm two boys stood on top of a high hill, at least a thousand metres high. Down there was the village, maybe five hundred metres under their feet. One and a half hour they had needed for climbing up here, to the small top where someone hopefully made a concrete square and a small pavilion, maybe concrete, but white and almost looking like marble. It was obviously supposed to attract tourists, but it seemed to have failed that purpose. Matt looked down, between his feet and found a big 'N' before an arrow. He pointed in to the landscape. "I think there's Scotland." "I dunno... I only see distant fog..." "Exactly," Matt smirked and kissed his boyfriend. "I always liked Scotland." "The map says it's more than one hundred fifty kilometres..." "We got time..." The fox kissed again. "Will we go there." "Of course. Anything for my little foxy." "Thank you," Matt said and hugged closer. "We should go back. It's time, I don't want that otter boy to think we ran away. So no blowjob breaks while climbing down." "Killjoy." The boys turned and left the hill's top.
- * "That'd be it, Kev. Anything additional?" The rabbit leaned forward. "Have ya got it?" "Newest 'Bunny' mag? O'course..." "Sh, not so loud!" "Jeez, there's nobody around anyway." Kyle shook the head and put the magazine onto the counter. "All in all, nine quid seventy five." Before paying, Kev rolled the magazine and made it disappear in a inner pocket of his jacket. Kyle really wondered why that rabbit boy was hiding it, it wasn't that the magazine contained anything naughty. Only styling tips and what girls liked. But who was Kyle to judge? Kyle glanced at the clock conveniently placed on the opposite wall and noticed there were only fifteen minutes left until five o'clock. And he remembered the two nice boys who had stepped into the shop about four hours ago. Their huge backpacks stood right next to him, behind the counter. Kyle hoped he didn't do a really big mistake. He considered himself as someone who was able to judge people pretty well, and something told him he could trust them. They looked like some furres who walked a long way, and they deserved a little help. Plus, they were really, really cute.
- * Panting Keith and Matt arrived in the village. It was the same as they had left it, apart maybe from a pretty young bunny boy that walked quickly, loaded with some stuff in a bag, giving the two strangers pretty weird looks, very surprised to see them. But the rabbit just went on. And so did Keith and Matt. They entered. "We're back," Matt announced. "Oh, just in time... I must quickly lock and secure the money." The otter boy said so and got the keys from a drawer. He locked the doors and suddenly froze. After a small moment of thinking he turned around. "I don't know your names," he realised. "Oh, that's easy, I'm Keith and this is Matt." Kyle looked for a moment, nodded and his face lightened up. "I've got loads of movies at home... if you want..." With the money from the till he disappeared behind the counter for a moment. "He's weird," Matt whispered. "And we aren't?" "That's all here. We can go now." Keith and Matt tried to smile and seized their packs.
- * It was one of the bigger houses, up another hill. It looked very decent, and somehow expensive. There was a lonely car in the lot, a pretty small one, and two garages. The house itself had two floors, a lot of windows and together with the lawn it looked modern and new, the perfect house for a young family, as it had been built at least. The door was black and had a ten on it. They got in. Just normal. In a very strange kind of way Keith felt reminded of the house of the Fosters he'd lived in a long time ago. Only some times they had entered a house since then. "Well then, here we are..." "Yeah..." "The bathroom is upstairs... do you want dinner or just snacks later on?" "Really, Kyle, you're really nice doing this, but we don't wanna be a burden. Actually, it's just enough that we can shower and then we'd go again." "Oh, no, I said you'd be my guests, so I must insist that you at least sleep a night." "Thank you," Matt said. "So... well, guest bathroom is up the stairs, second door, and the bedroom is right next to it. There you can store your stuff." "Okay..."
- * Kyle sliced bread in the kitchen and was really worrying. If just anyone had seen them coming up the hill, anyone from the village, they would tell his mother. And his mother wouldn't be very happy about knowing he just let two strangers into the house. But he was still sure about them. He went up the stairs and saw the bathroom door ajar. And he heard the other two boys giggle. Kyle sneaked more forward. Maybe it wasn't right at all to peek, but he did anyway. Fortunately the guest bathroom was build in a weird way, so that he could see the shower, if the guys didn't close the door and didn't pull the curtain in the way. That way Kyle had peeked at his cousin several times as he had been over, and he never got caught. Perhaps because his cousin was too occupied with masturbating. Kyle crawled and looked. The boys were standing in the tub, the water was running, their fur was soaked. Kyle's eyes went wide as he saw the boys making out, the scene arousing him more than he had thought. The water continued running over the two bodies, but the boys already had other things in mind than showering. The foxes kisses went down his boyfriends chest, who leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Kyle could see the feline penis filling with blood and stiffening, and just the view made his cock hardening as well. As Matt's tongue was making a trace down his boyfriend's soaked body, to the feline member, now completely stiff and throbbing, Kyle couldn't help it. His own shaft was trying to break through his pants, so he unzipped and revealed his maleness. With one paw he rubbed his member, the other one he kept ready in case that he needed to close the door quickly. It would be just too awkward to get caught... but he couldn't help it... he had too... the otter suppressed a first moan of pleasure. Matt licked alongside Keith' cock while holding it with his paw, met the top of it and embraced it with his lips. Hidden behind the door the otter boy suppressed another moan, he didn't want the boys to know he was watching them. While Matt took his boyfriend's entire cock into his muzzle, Kyle closed his eyes a little, imagining the cute fox would do that with him, and rubbed his sensitive male flesh a bit faster. Matt sucked and made the feline member slip out of his mouth, just to take it in, embracing it tightly with lips and tongue, making the cock's owner moan in sweet pleasure. The fox repeated this passionate movements several times, getting more groans and moans as a reply. Kyle was very close to coming off... if he could just be the cat... if the hot fox would do that to him... don't you want taste otter, foxy boy? Ohhh! Matt felt his lover stroke through his headfur, then the paws grabbed, Keith grunted out loud, and the fox felt the white cream of his boyfriend's semen in his mouth. The same moment, Kyle grunted, unable to suppress the noise of pleasure and came, unfortunately spraying his seed all over the floor. After some second of panting recover, the otter boy licked his paw clean and tried to wipe the floor with his shirt. Didn't work too well... He looked into the bathroom, but it seemed that the lovers were too busy with making out to notice him. So Kyle sneaked off again, to change clothes.
- * They watched a movie, but neither Keith nor Matt were very interested in the pirates' story, even though it was funny, a very strange kind of funny. They just sat there because the boy who let them in his house and gave them medium fried steak with bread had been asking for it. And they just did their host that favour. But actually they were pretty tired, and both had no real for crisps or popcorn, as they were used to eating not very much, and the dinner had been enough for the rest of the day. Keith could be convince of having a glass of milk, and Matt was licking an eyes, trying to ignore the fact that Kyle was watching him doing that. Finally, rather late in the night, the movie was over, the captain sailed into new adventures with his new ship, and tomcat and todd stood up to go to the guest room, to get their sleep, they were knackered. So they took the steps, the otter looked after them. Keith let his body fall onto the soft bad. "Oh, man, I so needed that..." he said after some moaning in relaxation. Matt pulled his shirt over his head and took off his pants, then he folded them carefully. He wore shorts, maybe the first time ever, he couldn't remember, and Kyle didn't mind. "When was the last time?" "I dunno," the cat answered and opened his arms invitingly for his boyfriend. "Oh, wait, do you remember that Motel?" "Yeah... the bed wasn't as soft as this," Matt judged after some feeling before crawling onto the mattress into the tomcat's tender embrace. "And that clean... hmmm..." Keith and Matt kissed and made out for a long while. Their movements slowed down after just some minutes, and within the tender embrace, Keith slowly fell asleep. Matt closed his eyes as well, waiting for the sleep to come. But he waited in vain. It was not the other body disturbing, it was rather that he wouldn't be able to sleep without feeling the tomcat's body rubbing on his own, without knowing the stronger and older boy was there for him. But right now, that knowledge wasn't enough for him to find peace. The bed was soft. Very soft. He wasn't used to that any more. He never was. He had only rarely happened to have the benefit of a real bed. He couldn't really remember what had been before his time with that terrible horse, with his mother and - as far he could remember - his father, but he could remember that the only beds he had been in during his childhood he had to share with way older men, and usually after a lot of painful love. And the beds were always awful, filthy, hard and smelly. And the nights he wasn't in bed with a smelly customer, he was sleeping on hay - if he was lucky. Maybe the softness of the bed was to blame. Keith didn't snort. Keith was warm and fuzzy, and all in all the best substitute for a soft mattress Matt could imagine. Or rather... not substitute. If he had the choice, there wouldn't be a choice. Simple. While he was snuggling up to his boyfriend he noticed that he wasn't able to sleep for half and hour now. Red glowing numbers advertised the current to time who wanted to see it - or didn't want to see it, the light was very prominent in the darkness. Well, he was usually asleep after his boyfriend, but... He knew what his problem was, the thought he had avoided with all his willpower, the thought he didn't want to admit, not even to himself. If he closed his eyes, he saw his problem, as prominent as the current time. He didn't want to think this, he didn't want, no... Matt struggled. He fought a battle against emotions and feelings and was shocked as he realised that his enemy was just too strong for him. The fight was lasting for another thirty minutes. He stared down on his boyfriend sleeping peacefully there. The fox had to stare, because he couldn't see him any more as soon as his eyes were closed for an instant. He saw something else he didn't want to see. One hour now without sleep. Matt realised he had lost the fight against himself. He loosened his embrace of love with Keith very carefully and sat up, rubbing the space between his eyes. Slowly and quietly he shoved himself off the very soft bed and looked over his boyfriend once again. He had to clarify things up. Then he left the room and his boyfriend in it.
- * Kyle was sitting on the couch, zapping through the late night programme. Crap. Over the day it was already horrible, but during the night they seemed to make a filler out of the last rest they considered as too bad even for the day. It was horrible. But also the only way to kill time at the moment. He couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts at the same time. Suddenly another body fell into the couch seat right next to him. He was startled, usually he was all alone and therefore not used to people suddenly appear right next to him. It was the cute fox boy, tail between his legs, fingering around nervously in the fluffy fur. "Hi." "Hey." "Couldn't sleep." "Yeah. Me too." Awkward silence, the kind that can't be filled by any sound a furre and produced. Both boys were fighting for words, but everything seemed just stupid or embarrassing or just plain wrong for this situation. The silence kept stinging them, and they just wanted it to end. "Ermm..." "Umm..." "Yeah..." A bit of head rubbing... nervous playing with the own paws... "So..." Kyle thought he found a solution of the situation. "What's with you guys?" "Well, I must admit... you don't really wanna know. It's not a story anyone wants to know." "That bad?" "It's getting better," Matt said. "Yes... it's getting better." "I see..." "What were you expecting anyway?" Matt asked after some more seconds of silence. He didn't want to give it the chance to grow. "Huh? What do you mean?" "That you took us here, into your home. Nobody is that good and nice to do it without expecting anything for themselves." "I... I..." "Did you really think we'd enter and then rip our pants off or anything similar?" "Actually... not exactly that... but something similar... you know..." Kyle made complex gestures of embarrassment with his paws, then he grabbed his tail, he just wanted to hide right now. "I saw you watching us. And I was wondering why you didn't enter and exploit our situation." "I couldn't... What would you have done anyway?" "I dunno." Matt smiled weakly. "Keith is... you know, he's the one... I dunno how to say it. He makes decisions." "And you?" "I love him. I know that for sure. But other than that, I don't know anything. But he does. Keith knows and leads me. I love him... yes, I love him..." His voice trailed off. Kyle reached out shortly. He was confused. He felt like the listener to Matt's conversation with himself and didn't know what to do at all to make the fox feel better. Matt muttered something Kyle couldn't figure out. "Matt... if..." "Hmm?" "If there's anything I could do..." A single tear left Matt's eye and rolled down. "There is something..." Suddenly Kyle felt a vulpine paw wrapping around his head and forcing him bowing forwards, to soft vulpine lips which connected with his own. The otter didn't struggle at all.
- * Keith woke up ad his arm reached out for something that wasn't there. His brain was not really sure how to deal with the new situation, it needed more information. So the second arm felt for whatever the brain was expecting, but it still wasn't there. It was always there... Finally the brain managed to force one of the resting eyes open, just to take a look, if the missing thing was just out of reach temporarily. But also the eye didn't detect it. It was missing. Away. The brain woke up the entire body. Keith opened both eyes and scanned the area thoroughly. Matt was missing. His fox was missing. The very first time for two years, his fox was missing. Where was his fox? The tomcat sat up in the darkness. Maybe he had gone for a glass of water. Or something else. No reason to panic. Keith didn't panic and stood up anyway, to look for his boyfriend and maybe get another glass of milk, he couldn't get enough of both. So he stood up and went on staggering feet to the door, through the corridor, to the stairs. There was light in the living room, so he led his steps that way. And he was shocked. This otter and his boyfriend were lying on the couch, naked, and in a very passionate embrace, an embrace that passionate that both partners didn't notice the shocked furre in the door frame, struggling for air and words. The cat didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to feel. The situation was too much for him. Finally his brain made a decision: Scream and run.