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I felt _better_about things once I got home from lunch with Lexi, even though it... wasn't exactly an all feel-good conversation. Like she'd asked, I sent her a text once I got home safely, and she got back to me within a few minutes. Maybe it was just the whole remembering-last-night thing, and how Tony had leaned over in the car and... and kissed me, and...

...and, God, it was getting me all fluttery again just thinking about it. Not even a whole day, and I missed him.

Lucky me, though: first thing I did after getting back up to my bedroom was flick my computer on to get some good slacking-off time in before I moved over to homework, and then the second thing was notice that there was a new, unfamiliar name on the friends list of my little gaming account thing.

Unfamiliar only for a second, that was. User icon showed up as a cute little cartoon cat, and the display name- wanderchee is typing a message...

hello, matt. c: i was just thinking about you. did you sleep well last night?

Everything's falling into place, huh? Lexi's last message pushed away to the side of my thoughts, I lounged down in my desk chair and started my response.

"Yeah! And I was just thinking about you, too. I didn't know you had a computer you could play games on."

Another moment of him typing. Even though it was just text, even though I couldn't see his face or hear his voice or - or smell his scent, it still made me smile to know that he was sitting there at his own computer, talking to me. As if the distance between us weren't actually there.

i do, but it is not really the best. It is a laptop, and it is kind of old. because we have used to move so often, we could never get a bigger computer... too much to carry. Then after that message, another one coming up. With Tony on, I might as well not even bother to get my school stuff out. would you like to play a game together? after i got home i looked through what you have, and i think there is a few we both have... i will have to log off later because mama wants to go somewhere, but i have time until then.

Man, oh man. Before typing out my response, since I knew that this would suck me in for a while, I grabbed my phone and replied to Lexi first. She'd said that she had an essay she wanted to get a start on, so I told her I'd let her get to that. I think I might literally want to die if one of my classes assigned an essay project over spring break.

Then, to Tony. "That sounds good. What do you wanna play? I don't think I have anything I need to do, so I can stay on as long as you can."

there was a puzzle game i saw... i forget what it was called, but it looked like a lot of fun, and i think it is in two player too? also, do you have voice chat? It is easier for me than typing, and i have my microphone around here somewhere...

I hadn't had to use my own mic since the last time me and Tyler co-oped Acceleron 2, which was... well, winter break, probably.

"Yeah. Let me find it."

Not as long ago in reality as it felt. Also hadn't seemed back then that that might be the last time he and I played a game together. Weird thought, that. Part of me wanted to be sure that he'd come around, that Lexi would talk some damn sense into him, and then... and then part of me, honestly, didn't really care.

Don't really know what it was that gave me such sharp, strong feelings like this. Well, I did, and it was the same person who was in the middle of typing out another message to me. Something I'd never thought about before, liking another guy, and yet here I was, and it felt great. That's how quickly things could change, I guess. Finish reading a chapter of a book, turn the page, and then all of a sudden you're looking in at things from an entirely different point of view.

Hard to say since it's all new and unfamiliar and strange, but very possibly a better point of view. You start to think about things differently, start considering things you hadn't before, start... seeing more, I guess. And then before too long, you get used to it.

ok, i am set up. c: this program does calls, right? can you call me when you are ready?

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Not even a full day since we'd last seen each other, and yet god_damn_ it was nice to hear his voice again, even if it was over a crackly, not-so-great connection through a not-so-great headset. When he greeted me over voice, he did so shyly, as if embarrassed or nervous about something. It was a bit weird at first, getting used to setting up the multiplayer thing on the game we chose (since I don't really play games online except for with friends, and since Tyler stopped talking to me, that group of people dropped from, like, two to one, then back to two with Tony now), but it didn't really take long before we settled into the rhythm of things.

And after a few levels, we got into the rhythm of the game, too. It was one that had been sitting in my collection for a while but I'd just never gotten around to opening. And Tony was right, it was fun. On more than one instance he ended up making me laugh, and I don't think my smile went away for the duration of our playtime. Except for the couple of times we got stuck on something, of course, and I had to tab out to look up a guide online.

Tony also continually talked to me, more than even I was used to, about just... stuff, I guess. How his day was going, how his night went after I dropped him off last night, about some funny thing his mom did or told him. I don't know why - it was all simple, mundane stuff - but I really, deeply enjoyed it. The rhythm of his words, the lilt and lull of his voice, the way he spoke slowly and easily, comfortably.

As we played, and as he went on like this, I started relating pieces of my own life, too. Oh, yeah, I know that feeling, and something similar happened to me just two days ago, and you know, I'm not surprised to hear that; i always thought that blah blah blah... and that felt nice, too. Been too long since I'd been able to just talk with someone, without really a point or purpose. Just to talk.

Then, however, during a loading screen when there was a lull in our conversation and my mind had been wandering... well, the words just kind of... fell out.

"I wanna kiss you again."

On the other end of the call, I could hear a few little taps of his fingers along his keyboard, as if he'd rested his paw there a little more heavily than intended. A little sniff, a swallow, something that sounded like he'd started to speak and then stopped - and then a rustling, as he changed his posture.

Then, quieter than before: "...You too? I was... scared you did not like that..."

"Didn't like it? Tony, I-" Was it okay for me to tell him that you gave me a goddamn boner this early on? "...God. That felt so nice. I've... never kissed a boy before."

"And you would do it again?"

This time it was my turn to pause, though it was to hold back a little laugh. "I'd kiss you again." He returned my laugh, but I wasn't done. "And I - I intend to, again."

"Yes? When?"

"W - Saturday, when you come over. To work on our project. Right?"

"Oh! That actually reminds me. Can we do it before Saturday?" He chuckled. "The project, I mean. Well, the kissing too. I have an all-day orchestra rehearsal Saturday to prepare for the concert coming up next week..."

"Oh. Yeah, probably. I mean, I don't exactly have any other plans, unless Lexi wants to do something." I paused. "Or Sandra. Friday work for you? Well, probably not, if you have to be up early. Thursday, then?"

"I will have to check with Mamá, but - yes, I think Thursday will work." The next level finally loaded up, and as soon as we both got in, he turned his character to face mine.

"I'll have to check with Dad too..."

"Um. Will I be staying the night?"

Oh. Shit. There was something I hadn't thought about before. I found myself stumbling over my answer then, but why, I couldn't tell.

"Oh, I - I mean... I'll have to ask, but if - if you want to... yeah." I swallowed. "I'd - I'd like you to."

And that was what planted that seed in my mind, I think. Our conversation drifted back to its original subject after that, and we played for a while longer before he had to go. I lingered around on a few games for a little bit afterwards, hopping back and forth between one and another without any of them really catching my interest, and then decided to recline back and actually get something useful done.

It wasn't so bad. Of course I had to take a few breaks along the way and lose myself in some game or another for an hour at a time or so. Weird how a day can fly by like that, but sure enough by the time I'd gotten around to finishing my calculus homework and starting on another assignment, I looked out the window across the room to see no light coming in through the drawn blinds. Could only continue on a pattern like that for so long, though - Dad had gotten home a while back and let me know that he was starting dinner - so with that, I closed everything down, went downstairs for some food, and then retreated to watch a few episodes of a show before climbing into bed.

And, oh boy was I in for something once sleep wrapped its comfy warmth around me. Naturally my last thoughts before I fell asleep were of Tony, of a warm spice-scented cheetah pushing his nose in against my neck and chin, tilting my muzzle up, pressing his lips to mine...

Matt grunted as he was pushed back against the bed, the springs of the mattress rebounding beneath his weight - and that of the cheetah settling down atop him, shirt already half-off over his head. Tony tossed it to the side and, without missing a beat, began sliding his paws down the dingo's chest as well, warm pads pressing in against the lines of his ribs beneath fur and fabric, semi-retractable claws intentionally snagging along the cloth and releasing, again and again. Matt couldn't help but twitch beneath those little pinpricks of gentle pain, but there was just something about them that, at the same time, sent sweet, reverberating shivers through his body. He knew that Tony could tell he enjoyed it.

Slim, sleek body, thin and lithe, possibly unhealthily so were he anything other than a cheetah. Field of smooth, shimmering gold, black shadow-speckles fading in towards his chest, his belly, his waist, that yellow turning to a warmer, drier cream tone, flowing golden wheat melding into soft prairie grass. Tony wore a belt - unsurprising with the shape of his waist and hips - but, as soon as Matt's eyes settled down on the burnished steel of the buckle was it obscured by those same paws, working fast, working confidently. The dingo licked his lips and swallowed. He could still taste, could still feel the warm wetness of the kiss they had shared earlier - or, rather, the long, heavy string of kisses that had led to this predicament, and the tightnesses of both of their jeans.

One of those was about to be relieved, though. With a clatter of metal, the sound of a zipper, the rustling of cloth and elastic being drawn away - Tony settled back on Matt's upper thighs again and breathed out a low, shuddering sigh, paw already closed around his hard length and stroking slowly. That sent another shiver through Matt's body, both from the sight and the scent: something else new, something so similar to his own musk, so different at the same time.

And it made him crazy with desire, hot and thrumming. It wasn't of his own conscious accord that he lifted his hips and grinded up against the cheetah atop him, Tony's other paw having made its way down to Matt's twitching bulge. He could feel the heat of his paw, the grip of his fingers, the similar hunger beneath that touch.

Sasha never got this kind of reaction from him. Never once when her fingers brushed the fly of Matt's pants did he feel an almost electric jolt, an irresistible throb, another buck upwards. His throat felt dry, yet his mouth watered at the same time; he watched as Tony undid his fly with that one paw, forefinger and thumb confident in their movements.

The cheetah enjoyed this at least as much as Matt did. Once he'd gotten his fly open, Tony let his paw drift down to the bulge beneath his boyfriend's underwear and held it there, pressing back against each throb and twitch, feeling and sharing in the hungry heat. Still he slowly stroked himself, hips working their way forward and back, forward and back along Matt's upper thighs, and his chest rising and falling with breaths steady yet impatient. A glass of water filled beyond its capacity, held taut by tenuous surface tension, ready to burst at the slightest touch.

Then, those fingers curled down beneath the waistband of Matt's underwear, held there for a moment, tugged down... and all of a sudden Tony had leaned over and pressed his muzzle to his again, that paw wrapped around both of their cocks, holding one to the other, stroking both at the same time. Such heat, such firm, solid smoothness... Matt let a shivering moan out into the kiss and mirrored the movement of Tony's hips, back and forth against his paw and his length, grinding against his body.

So this was how it felt. Tony's tongue wrapped and curled against his own, soft little barbs gripping gently along the surface but pulling easily free, while his lips remained firm, yet soft - and while his breath washed out between Matt's whiskers, again and again. The dingo's paws made their way up along Tony's rump to his waist, the bare fur of his lower back, and tugged him down closer against himself. The cheetah responded with another, firmer thrust, and then another, and another, keeping his paw tight between them.

Like fire, like electricity, like the rich, sweet feeling of a particularly good stretch. Tony turned his muzzle to the side to sink deeper into the kiss, and Matt could feel sharp teeth nipping along his tongue - but just as he turned his own muzzle the other way, Tony straightened back up again, and lifted his other paw to his mouth to wipe it off. Or - no, not that: vivid sunrise eyes held the dingo's as Tony drew his tongue along his palm, then spat against it. Of course Matt hadn't actually taken his dad up on the offer to buy lube. Of course he hadn't been expecting this to happen tonight.

He'd been hoping it would, sure. But he hadn't expected it.

Some awkward shifting, Tony bracing one foot against the floor beneath the bed to yank his jeans the rest of the way off of one leg, then taking his place atop Matt again, but... this time he moved forward, leaned forward, lifted his long tail. And this time when his fingers wrapped around the dingo's length, there was a slick wetness on top of the warmth, a smooth, slippery heat. Just a few strokes. Just enough to spread that saliva over him, base to tip, knot to taper, and back again.

Still half-hunched over, Tony held Matt's half-lidded gaze for a moment longer, licked his own lips, swallowed... and started to lower himself down. His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth hung open, his breath held in his throat, his cock twitched between his legs, the tip of it glistening with oozing pre - and Matt could feel each of those throbs, reflected in hot, tight clenches around his own length, that pressure slowly sinking down along him and surrounding him in the intense slick warmth.

The claws of Tony's other paw pricked into the skin of his chest as he continued to lower himself, hips still following the same forward-and-back motion of before, though now slower, more up-and-down. Easing himself back down onto Matt's cock, getting himself accustomed to his girth, to the feeling of him pressing up inside of him. Matt swallowed and grasped at the sheets beneath him, just needing something, anything, to grip onto.

Before long Matt couldn't tell if he were still keeping his hips raised, or if Tony had just pushed him down into the mattress. But eventually he could feel the warmth and weight of the cheetah's rump against his hips, and the slightly-different pressure of his churning hips now with the dingo hilted beneath his tail, the clenching around the base of his cock, the hungry, needy throbbing.

Somewhat dully, Matt came to be aware of a warm, sticky wetness dripping into the fur of his lower belly. Whether that was drool or pre, he couldn't tell - and he couldn't find the energy or ability to lift his paws to touch it, especially once Tony started to ride him into the mattress, slow at first but quickly gaining speed and energy, until the springs beneath them creaked and squeaked beneath their rhythm.

With every descent that wetness grew and spread, and another, brighter jolt of pleasure echoed through Matt's body, until he could hardly keep himself down on the bed. Every inch of him wanted to tense up and relax all at the same time, every cell tingled and vibrated with that intense feeling, his heart felt as though it would burst, and-

-and I jerked awake, still only dully aware of the reverberating throbs of a lingering, dying orgasm, muted by its beginnings in the dream, yet the heavy and tiring effects of it on my body coming out even stronger than if it'd been my paw that brought me to it. The last few seconds of that dream hung heavily in my mind, as bright and rich as if it had really happened; after tossing the now-sticky covers off of me, arms heavy with some unknown exhaustion, I reached up to touch my lips - and felt them dry, instead of bearing the slight slickness of Tony's saliva from those kisses.

God. Panting like this already, and I hadn't even done anything. My throat felt dry and every swallow came raspy and tough, and it felt like if I were to close my eyes for longer than it took to blink, I'd drop right back off to sleep. You know that burning, sizzling feeling in your legs when you finish running a mile for gym class? I had that, but in, like, every_muscle of my body, that kind of warm yet distant tingling. But this, however, was kind of... kind of a _good feeling.

And... man. My hips still thrust of their own accord, distant resounding waves of fading pleasure still reverberating through me, with my still-hard cock lazily oozing out the last of that involuntary load into the already-wet fur of my lower belly. I reached down, touched a pair of fingers to the underside, shivered with the feeling... then closed my paw around myself and gave a few gentle strokes.

Ever get shocked by a stripped wire before? Jesus.

Still rebounding from all of the everything that had just happened, I reached over, tapped my phone to turn the screen on, craned my neck to look at the time... early morning. Early_morning, Wednesday. Nobody else would be awake at this time - and, really, who would I tell about it? Certainly not Tony himself. Sandra and I weren't close enough. Lexi... would probably _like to hear, but she had her own things to deal with right now.

Still, though. Ugh. Half-blinded by the bright screen in the dead of night, I hung my arm down in the space between my bed and my nightstand for the raggedy towel that I kept down there for... well, for situations similar to this. Ended up shooting halfway up my chest, even with the sheets in the way to block it... but of course even after I got cleaned up and had time to relax and slow my breathing and heartbeat, the memory of that dream had pinned itself right in the front of my thoughts, and the... 'effect' of such a thing on my body remained.

I guess... I guess it wouldn't hurt to enjoy it once more, right? Towel still clutched in one paw, I reached down with my other, traced my fingers up over my still-hard and still-twitching cock, wrapped them around, gave another few experimental rubs to see how things felt.

...Yeah. I think I'd be awake for at least twenty minutes more.