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This story was written for Teriyaki as their patreon commission for May. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults and magical frotting related fun. :3

Not Quite Coincidence

It was strange. Colin couldn't actually remember ever buying the underwear he was currently wearing. The thought only occurred to him after he'd put it on and realised just how comfortable it was, but by that point he had been too busy enjoying the sensation of the briefs in question to really be concerned. After all, who else's underwear could it have been? He had his own washer and dryer so it wasn't like he could have picked it up at a laundromat or anything of that sort. He lived alone, so it wasn't as though some one night stand... not that he would have objected to such things of course... could have just left it here by accident. And more importantly, this underwear looked like it had never been used. Never been worn.

It had been found so neatly and inconspicuously folded at the bottom of his underwear drawer that to Colin's mind the most likely reasoning for its presence was his own foolishness. He'd probably bought it one day many months or even years ago, taken it straight out of the bag when he got home from the shops, placed it at the very bottom of his drawer, and then promptly forgotten about it.

Now though, as the mouse stood before his bedroom mirror and admired the fit of those red briefs with their white trim, he couldn't help but be glad to have them. His otherwise bare body may have been a little chubby, and short even for a mouse's stature, but with the pudgy curve of his stomach reaching over the upper limits of those briefs and his rounded thighs protruding from each leg hole, it somehow made his extra weight look exceptionally adorable. Heck, it even seemed to outline his manhood in a way that was more flattering than it perhaps had any right to be. Just wearing them made Colin feel... kinda sexy.

Maybe it was just coincidence, maybe it was all just a quirk of fate that had nothing to do with anything else, but all throughout that day he spent wearing the underwear in question, Colin felt a little more positive and confident than normal. Everywhere he went he felt as though people were looking at him with admiration and perhaps even a little bit of flirtatious attraction. The barista at the coffee-shop. The man in front of him in line to get their tickets for the subway. A whole host of his colleagues at the office. By the end of the day Colin had found that no fewer than two people had bought him coffee, he'd been treated to a free lunch, and he'd gone from having no weekend plans whatsoever to a brunch date on Sunday and an invitation to a party tonight which could well end up dragging itself far into the early morning of the following day.

Thus as Colin found himself getting changed from his office attire into something more suitable for a party, he found himself lingering as he considered changing his underwear. He told himself how silly it was to believe that there could ever be such a thing as lucky underpants, but at the same time he found himself making justifications as to why changing the underwear he'd been wearing since early that morning was not strictly necessary even from a rational, hygiene based point of view. Whatever the reasoning, the bottom line was that as he headed out of the door again at around seven that evening, it was with his new red underwear hidden proudly away beneath his smart black trousers and blue shirt.

He left the house with a spring in his step and a smile upon his face. Regardless of its source, if his luck could only hold out for a few hours more to carry him through the rest of the day, he would do his very best to make sure that this was one heck of a night to remember.

And, needless to say, it was.

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Matt grinned as he felt the drink being pushed into his hands, the bartender standing across from him shaking his head as he looked at the plump, sandy-haired mouse with genuine delight.

"Seriously, man. It's on me. You just do something nice for someone else, okay? Pass it forward and all that."

The mouse would have normally fought back a little. Objected if only on the grounds of decency and expectation. Over the last few days though, he'd grown more accustomed to having to just accept such things. The first day had been almost arduous as he had fought to understand why people were being so nice to him. Why he was receiving all the best treatment despite nothing having been different. Nothing, that is, except for the new pair of beautiful blue underwear with white trim that he had worn that day.

The next day, with different underwear on, the world had been the same as it always was. Not mean, not unfair to the mouse, but certainly not treating him like any kind of VIP. It was then, purely out of curiosity, that Matt had tried something. He'd fished his new blue briefs out of the laundry basket, slipped them on for just an hour or so, and taken a walk around his neighbourhood. In that short period of time he got invited into two separate homes for lemonade and a chat, from neighbours whom in years of living there he had never heard a single word uttered in his direction. He'd been invited to two separate barbecues in the coming week, and had even been in the right place at just the right time to stop one of the local kids from falling off their brand new bike, earning the gratitude of both child and their parents.

Matt had always believed in luck to some small degree, but that night he had washed the blue underwear by hand and left it out overnight to dry purely so he could wear it the next day too. And now, on the fourth days since it had seemingly appeared in his life out of nowhere, the mouse was convinced that if not outright magical, this underwear was somehow turning him into one of the luckiest men alive.

Stepping away from the bar with his free drink, the mouse began to wander back over to the group of friends and acquaintances at tonight's party. He wasn't honestly sure whose party it was, but thanks to a stroke of luck he'd been brought along as the friend of a friend, and somehow ended up fitting in perfectly with everyone. Indeed he'd had to fight his way free in order to go to the bar alone, grabbing a few moments of respite and solitude before returning to a pack of individuals hanging upon his every word.

Except... as Matt returned to the group, they weren't looking at him with gleeful joy. They weren't all sitting quietly and sullenly as though waiting for him to bring the fun back to the party. Indeed at first they barely seemed to notice him, all clustered around one end of the large table around which they were predominantly gathered, paying sole and focused attention to... someone else.

Matt joined the crowd once more. He squirmed his small, plump body through the larger figures, miraculously not spilling a drop of his drink along the way, and finally set eyes upon the source of all the group's excitement which for once today was not him.

His eyes widened.

He looked at the other mouse standing, blushing at the end of the table, obviously nervous and unaccustomed to being so solely the focus of so much positive attention. He saw a tremor run down the mouse's spine almost as though the darker furred rodent was reacting to being looked at by him, and then a moment later felt a similar shudder run through himself as without any reason for doing so Colin raised his head and looked directly at Matt.

They stared at one another, and the crowd of their friends stared at both of them, as though overwhelmed and confused by how two creatures so perfect, so wonderful, so glorious to be in the presence of, could simultaneously exist. The party ground to a complete halt as every other person present seemed to quietly, almost nervously ask themselves what the hell they had done to be so lucky, to share space with both these mice at once. But for them however? For Matt and for Colin themselves, the feeling was incredibly different.

It wasn't awe.

It wasn't wonder.

It wasn't confusion.

It was arousal.

Horniness. Pure, simple, and extreme beyond all rational possibility.

And though neither mouse knew what dwelled within the other's trousers in that moment, they both knew what they had been experiencing for the last few days or the last twelve hours or so respectively. They both knew that if indeed something real and tangible was happening with their underwear, this surely had to be yet another side effect of that impossible good luck they had already been experiencing.

Thus, it was their trust not in one another, not in anything more than the fabric wrapped around their loins, which drove them to do what followed.

Together, not speaking, not reacting to one another's presence in any way beyond the speed of their motion, they raced away from the party at which they had become the de-facto guests of honour. The two mice, red faced, trembling and breathing heavily burst into the restroom on the far side of the bar, and without a word rushed into two cubicles side-by-side.

Only when they were inside, when they were safe and located in solitary confinement not only from the world beyond but indeed from one another, did they moan. Loud, lingering, simultaneous moans that echoed throughout the restroom which by a stroke of not entirely coincidental luck was empty aside from the two of them despite the busy bar beyond. They moaned as they fought with the belts of their trousers. Two pairs of pink paws unbuttoned and unzipped, and dropped two pairs of trousers to the floor, revealing thighs of dark and sandy brown respectively that trembled with excitement.

They stared down at their crotches. At the beautiful sight of their arousal protruding forward, poking out against the fabric of the underwear that until now had brought them such luck. Instead of merely luck now though, they felt the throbbing of their cocks within. The aching of their swollen, heavy balls. The pleading desire of their bodies, driving them to a singular action which neither one of them could deny, so furious and all consuming was its thrall.

Without pausing to lower their underwear, indeed almost purposefully choosing not to do so, they began to grope themselves. They pressed their bodies up against the wall of the cubicle between them despite still bashfully denying the other's presence, driven to this extreme but still faking their supposed isolation, and groaned pleadingly as they began to squeeze and rub and masturbate themselves with wild and shameless abandon.

Mere moments later though, both men paused.

Both men stared down at their crotches in confusion, then dismay, still rubbing and squeezing and stroking their rock hard and twitching cocks through the fabric of their underwear. The feelings were growing stronger by the second. The need. The desire. The aching, throbbing and all consuming lust that had begun the very moment they made eye contact. But when they actively sought to remedy those feelings, to pleasure themselves and act upon the urges that their bodies were so suddenly and violently demanding they act upon... nothing.

Not a scrap of sensation. Not a momentary surge of satisfaction.

It was like their loins were numbed. Immune to the normally practised and well-explored actions of their own paws.

Still though, desperate and unwilling to admit this truth and the denial that it might mean for them, they kept on going. Stroking. Squeezing. Reaching into their underwear and grasping at the lengths of their shafts themselves, rubbing pink fingers over the flesh of their cocks without the fabric's dulling touch between them, yet still feeling only the contact of flesh between flesh, not a scrap of pleasure to be found.

"P-please..."

Finally, one of them spoke. Colin was the first to break down. To whimper and squeak and beg through the thin divide, talking to the other mouse as though he knew anything about him, as though they were more than just complete strangers who happened to have been caught up in this insane, impossible situation.

"Please... y-you... you have to let me... f-feel. I need to cum. I need to... s-so badly..."

He was telling the truth too, at least in every respect that counted. What he felt was not just a want, it was a need. What he felt wasn't just a desire for pleasure, it was a desire for the culmination of pleasure. And this numbness... this lack of pleasure, he knew, he just knew that there was something about that other mouse. Something which would help him solve this problem. Perhaps even help them both.

And though Colin knew nothing of the other mouse, he soon came to realise that in how he was feeling at that moment in time, they were the same. They were connected by more than just a matter of coincidence, by more than being at the right place at the right time.

He heard a frantic, thudding, scrabbling series of knocks at his stall door, and in his desperation Colin did the very opposite of all that instinct and privacy and his self respect told him to do. He flung the door open, and wailed happily as the lighter furred mouse stumbled in, trousers bunches around his knees and his beautiful blue briefs stretched out by the obvious bulge of his arousal, a large wet spot upon them precisely in the same location as Colin's own pre-cum stained pair.

With a wordless pleading whimper, Matt staggered into the bathroom stall and dragged it shut again behind him. He flung his arms around Colin, buried his face in the other mouse's shoulder, and did the only thing he could think of doing in that moment. The only thing that his body would let him do.

He pressed the crotch of his blue, white trimmed briefs against the red fabric of the other mouse's own. He felt Colin's crotch pressing back against his in return, the other mouse now embracing him too, pressing his face into the mouse's neck just as Matt was doing to him.

And then...

It was no coincidence that at the moment their crotches, or more specifically the underwear wrapped around their needy loins came into contact, pleasure exploded through the two men. Not just the pleasure that should have been passing through them from the very moment they had begun to masturbate in their separate stalls, but a considerable, indeed almost unfathomable volume more.

At first the pair were too overwhelmed and embarrassed all at once to even conceive of what was happening. They just let their bodies act. Let themselves rub and grind and frot against one another with their rigid cocks trapped inside the confines of their oh so comfortable underwear, all while still doing their very best not to acknowledge what they were actually doing with and to this relative stranger clutched tight in their arms as they humped back and forth.

After a short time though, perhaps minutes, maybe even as few as thirty seconds drawn out and rendered exquisitely and impossibly lengthy by the intensity of their desire, neither mouse could bring themselves to let embarrassment hold them back any longer. They began to think of all they had experienced while wearing this underwear. All the confidence and reassurance it had granted them, even if in Colin's case that had only been occurring for the waking half of a single day. They began to accept that there really was no other reason for what they were feeling right now other than their underwear, and that if this was the case... and if the confidence they had been granted in these recent interactions truly was something imparted to them by these briefs, then there was really no reason for them not to embrace it now.

Despite Matt's greater experience with the underwear, Colin was the first to act on this gut impulse. To pull his head up and away from the lighter furred shoulder of the other mouse, and bring two trembling hands to bear upon the other man's chest. He stroked at the smooth, crisp white of Matt's shirt, and squeaked hopefully, pleadingly as he began to nervously unfasten the top button of the garment in question.

"Don't stop..."

Matt groaned to him in return, beginning to unbutton Colin's shirt in turn.

"I... I w-wouldn't... not ever."

Trembling fingers slipped under the now open fronted shirt, caressing the plump belly beneath as their crotches continued to grind against one another, straining cocks flexing and throbbing in unison.

"You feel amazing."

Colin whimpered after just a few more seconds, squeaking, blushing, shuddering as he realised just how close his face had suddenly become to Matt's own. He didn't know this mouse. He didn't even know his name yet. But despite that, he did know him. He knew all that mattered about him. His trembling hands drifted further south, and wrapped themselves around the cute, chubby buttocks of the mouse all wrapped up in his bright blue briefs.

Anyone wearing that underwear... they had to be incredible. They had to be the most incredible, phenomenal person on the planet. Just like he knew, all boasting aside, that his red briefs clad body was equally as perfect a match for the mouse dressed in blue.

They kissed as their cocks continued to rub and grind together, as the wet patches on their underwear grew larger and larger, the arousal produced by their bodies still nowhere close to matching how good it felt of course.

They kissed, and it was the most natural thing in the world. Their bellies rubbed together, and it was the most natural thing in the world. They touched one another's bodies all over with wandering hands and soft, quivering lips, and it was the most natural thing in the world.

So natural, it couldn't be coincidence.

So natural that it had to mean something more than just luck. More than just random happenstance that they out of all the people in the world had found these two pairs of underwear, and subsequently had been drawn together by them.

"I..."

Matt felt himself wanting to say something even as he felt the surge of orgasmic pleasure rushing ever closer to their two near naked forms, now wearing nothing more than their underwear as they rubbed and bucked against one another right there in that unoccupied bar bathroom.

"I t-think... I think that I..."

He didn't get the chance to say it first though, for mere seconds later and with a desperate, joyous whimper, Colin beat him to it.

"I love you."

The words weren't his though. Or at least, they weren't this version of his. They belonged to the prior owner of that underwear. And the owner before that. And the owner before that.

And yet, they were his. His words, just as they were his underwear.

Passed along, transferred from owner to owner. Perfect couple to perfect couple. Drawing themselves together, twisting luck, fate and all reality around them to ensure that they were united once more. United, and shared amongst a pair so perfectly suited for one another they wouldn't be able to resist using them. Giving the underwear exactly what it wanted, which, by a stroke of luck, would be exactly what they wanted too, even if they didn't know it at first.

To be together.

To be with one another, as closely and intimately connected as possible.

Now, and always.

Colin clutched tightly at Matt, and Matt grabbed hold of the other mouse in return with equal force and desperation.

They cried out together as they began to cum, as hot gushes of their seed poured out into and through the fabric of the underwear they were still wearing, still grinding against one another with in a fevered, unceasing drive for more. A drive that would never cease. A drive that would consume them, and overwhelm them if they weren't always close to one another.

A drive for which there was, therefore, only one solution.

Matt clung to Colin as they came together, whimpering, squeaking, shuddering happily as he felt the other mouse clutch him back. He felt so good. So satisfied. So overwhelmed, and despite still not knowing the other mouse's name... so head over heels in love.

He knew already; underwear or not, endless pleasure or not, he would never again want to leave this other man's arms.

They both knew it, and it was a certainty, a warm, reassuring certainty like nothing either one of them had ever known before. For this wasn't just some coincidental meeting. It wasn't just a stroke of random luck that had brought them together, or a brief twinge of shared chemistry that had driven them into one another's arms.

As they stood there together, blushing and panting and grinding and cumming, staining one another's underwear with their own seed as it soaked through and dribbled out onto the other mouse's pair, they knew that some great and impossible power had guided them to one another in particular.

And even if that great and impossible power's only purpose was to have two pairs of underwear and the bodies within them humping at one another for all eternity... if that was what let them find one another, then they were more than happy to oblige.

By Jeeves

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