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Hudson ended up staying the night once the movie was finished.

Aunt Ruth and Thomas came in while we were upstairs so I didn't bother to go down and say hello. I had never had a friend stay over, but I figured she would be cool with it, so long as she didn't know the specifics of what we did for entertainment other than watch films.

I assumed by the silence downstairs that they both left the following morning before Hudson and I woke up.

I rolled over in bed as the light streamed in through a gap in the curtains.

"What time is it?" I murmured.

Hudson reached over and looked at his phone.

"Nine thirty," he yawned. "At least we don't have class until this afternoon."

I nodded and then sniffed at myself, wondering if I should take a shower before lectures. Hudson stood up and stretched. The Jindo had removed his underwear during the night and I couldn't help but glance at his butt. Hudson noticed and raised his tail with a grin. I smiled, but my mind began to go places.

I wonder what having sex is like?

"You okay?" Hudson asked. "Thinking of your Fox again are we?"

"Oh, no I wasn't," I replied. "And he's not my Fox," I added with a sigh.

Not yet anyway.

"You seemed far away," Hudson chuckled as he sat back down on the bed.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about something?" I replied neutrally.

"Thinking about something?" Hudson repeated.

My ears drooped as I considered how to put my thoughts into words.

"You were thinking about sex?" Hudson asked.

"Are you a mind reader or something?" I laughed. "Yes, I was thinking about that."

"Why, are you thinking of going a bit further?" Hudson asked with a grin.

I paused. On the one hand it was something I wanted to experience, but it had to be with the right person. Hudson had already established himself as a close friend, and while I knew he wouldn't do anything that made me uncomfortable, having sex with an actual boyfriend appealed to me more.

Hudson seemed to read my thoughts again.

"You want to try it, but not with me?"

"Yes, basically," I replied. "And I know what you're gonna say, you want to do it with your Fox, but be careful."

"Yeah, basically," Hudson replied with a grin. "I mean, I'm always here if you wanna try anything."

I nodded, but my mind was already picturing Lachlan reclining naked on a bed. Light shone in through the window, highlighting his perfectly toned body.

The muscular Fox then turned to shoot me a grin. As I watched, his paw began fondling his balls and fuzzy sheath.

Do you want to see what's inside?

Yes.

The pink tip of Lachlan's cock was already poking out and I looked at it, imagining him holding me as he gently...

"Houston calling Malcolm, I think we have a problem!"

"Hudson you twat, I was in the middle of imaging Lachlan on the bed," I sighed as I was brought back to reality.

Hudson rolled around on the bedcovers laughing.

"It was pretty frickin' obvious, I mean your eyes glazed over like you were high, and your tongue was hanging out. You were practically drooling over yourself," the Jindo laughed with horrified glee. "That, plus what's happened down in the underwear department."

Unlike Hudson I had kept my underwear on when I fell asleep. The tightness of my briefs told me all I needed to know, but I looked down and saw they were tenting at the front to the point where my balls were falling out the bottom. A damp patch near the tip of my dick was also spreading in the material.

Hudson sniffed at me.

"Man, you smell like you're in heat," he teased. "It was fucking hilarious to watch, it literally sprung up the moment your eyes went dim. You should fantasise about him again, and then I can give you a paw."

Hudson reached out and gripped my shaft through the fabric.

"Urgh, no," I sighed, gently pushing him away. "I should get ready to go to campus."

"Suit yourself, gotta save your load for Professor Foxybutt I guess," Hudson replied with a grin.

"I thought you were against the idea of me trying to date or have sex with him?" I said as I got to my hind-paws before readjusting my underwear which had ridden up my butt.

"Well yeah, there's definitely a law about lecturers shagging students," Hudson replied as he stood to retrieve his clothes from the floor.

"Oh really, what's that law called?" I said as I slid my briefs down.

"Um, the The Her Majesties' Do You Professors Awfully Mind Not Boning Your Students Law," Hudson said in an exaggerated English accent.

"You're an idiot," I chuckled as I picked up my underwear and threw them in the direction of the wash basket. They landed neatly inside and I fist pumped. "I should join the basketball society, that's something I've always wanted to do."

"What? Throwing undies onto a wash pile qualifies you for that," Hudson replied as he pulled his jeans on.

I merely shrugged as I grabbed my towel and fastened it around my waist.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said in a dramatic tone.

"Okay, just no wanking over Professor Foxybutt in there, if you're gonna save your load at least save it for me," Hudson teased.

"Do you ever stop?" I replied with something between a sigh and a laugh. "I think you're just as obsessed with sex as me."

I opened the door, sniffed the air in the hallway and listened downstairs to check everyone was definitely out of the house. My cock had gone slightly softer but it was still noticeable through the towel.

I wondered whether to put my briefs back on, but there were no sounds downstairs and Aunt Ruth and Thomas' scents were faint. I smiled with relief to myself and began walking to the bathroom.

Once I felt clean and had brushed my teeth, I walked back to my bedroom to find Hudson fully dressed.

"What's for breakfast around here?" he asked, rubbing his stomach. "I feel hungry all of a sudden."

"Let's go look, just gimme a sec," I replied as I pulled a clean pair of briefs out from my drawers and tugged them up my hind-paws. My jeans from yesterday still seemed clean so I pulled them on with a grey t-shirt.

Hudson held the door open for me and we made our way downstairs.

"I don't think I have anything beyond cereal or toast," I said.

"Heh, that's okay. I live off both anyway, for breakfast, lunch and dinner," Hudson replied as he sat at the table.

Aunt Ruth had some artisan looking bread from a local bakery sitting on the counter, but I felt a little nervous to use any without asking. I reached into the cupboard and retrieved some of my ordinary sliced bread and shoved four slices into the toaster.

Hudson was glancing at something on his phone.

"Charlotte messaged me," he said. "She's going to the library this morning to do the reading and then she can meet us by the library entrance?"

"Sounds good to me," I replied. "Wait, reading?"

Hudson let out a sigh.

"Yeah man, I forgot too until Charlotte mentioned it," he said.

The toast popped up and I set the slices down on two plates and buttered all of them.

"Here," I said, handing one to Hudson who thumped his tail appreciatively.

"We should do the reading after breakfast," I suggested as we began to eat. Hudson nodded in response.

Once we were both done, Hudson ran upstairs to grab his laptop. He set it down on the kitchen table and searched the online learning space.

"This is my least favourite class," he said.

"Mine too," I replied. The subject was Edwardian Britain, which was something I would have found interesting. However, it was taught by a middle aged Badger by the name of Dr Stenning-Brown whose first class was about as interesting as watching paint dry.

Hudson and I trawled through the reading in silence before he let out a yawn.

"You know, I'd like this class better if it wasn't taught by Brown-Stenning, or whatever his name is," the Jindo said.

"Stenning-Brown," I corrected. "And yeah I agree with that," I added before glancing down at my phone. "We could get ready to go?"

Hudson nodded and hurried upstairs to get his bag while I put the plates in the dishwasher.

A minute later we walked outside to the car and climbed inside. The traffic through town was mercifully light and we made it to campus in under twenty minutes.

"I'd better go get changed," Hudson said as I parked the car.

"Huh?"

"I want to put a fresh pair of clothes on, and my dorm is just over here," the Jindo explained.

"Oh," I replied as we climbed out of the car.

"Is that a bad thing?" Hudson teased.

"No, I just thought you meant you were going to get changed in the car," I replied. "In any other circumstances I'd have said yes, but in the middle of the uni carpark, we'd probably get into trouble."

"I don't even have any other clothes in the car," Hudson laughed as I locked the doors.

"Fair point," I said as we began walking.

The sun was out and the campus looked green. The scent of late summer still hung in the air and as I walked beside Hudson, I started to wonder if Beldover might not be a bad place to study after all. We walked past the student union building and down a tree lined path that led to the halls.

Hudson's flat was a modern block and I assumed his adoptive parents must have money given I had heard it was the most expensive of all the halls on campus. The name, Darlington was spelled out next to the front door. Hudson unlocked the door and let us in.

"Fuck," he cursed to himself as we walked to the lift.

"What is it?"

"I didn't get the groceries yesterday, all I've got is two slices of bread, and I'm pretty sure they were turning blue last time I looked," Hudson sighed as he pressed the button for the lift.

"Yuck," I replied. "We can go after class today."

The lift arrived and the doors opened with a ping.

"Nancy mentioned going for drinks tonight," Hudson said as we climbed inside. "She wanted to start pre-drinking after I had class today, but I told her about you and she said you're welcome to come along. Man, that's what I love here, people get drunk before you go out so you don't have to spend as much money."

"Who is Nancy?" I asked, feeling confused.

"Oh, she's a Labrador from my flat," Hudson explained. "I haven't introduced you to everyone yet?"

"No, they've all been out when I've been round," I said, shaking my head.

The lift reached Hudson's floor and the doors opened.

"There's Nancy, Brian who is a Hyena, Emily a Serval, Grace a Lioness and Pavel who is a Bear who, well I dunno where he's from, Russia or Poland I think, only he never comes out of his room," Hudson explained.

We reached the front door that led to flat and he opened it using an electronic key.

"Perhaps he's a spy or planning world domination?" I suggested with a grin as we walked into the flat. Hudson grinned but put his paw to his muzzle.

The Jindo's dorm was the first next to the front door and I waited as he unlocked it. My phone buzzed and I slid it out of my pocket to see a message from Charlotte.

Hey you guys. Am outside the library. Are you coming?

I typed out a quick message to say we were on our way (a small white lie) as I followed Hudson into his dorm.

Owing to my experience living in student accommodation before I had to drop out, I was pretty sure that you could only decorate _certain_parts of the room.

Hudson had plastered posters everywhere. They were either of rock bands or sci-fi movies.

"Won't be long," Hudson said as he rummaged through his drawers. "Well, if I can find some clean underwear."

"Okay," I replied as I sat down on the rumpled Star Wars covers on the bed.

I noticed there was a pair of the Jindo's underwear already tangled up in the covers.

"Are these clean?" I asked, gesturing to them.

"Hey, how did they get there?" Hudson said with a frown. "In fact, are they even mine?"

"Do I want to know the story behind this?" I laughed.

"Probably not, aw yeah, I've found some clean ones," Hudson said as he dropped his jeans.

Usually I would look away while someone was dressing themselves, but with Hudson I kept my eyes on him, as I had done at Aunt Ruth's. The Jindo perked his butt in my direction before he pulled the clean pair of underwear up.

"Imagine I'm Professor Foxybutt," he teased.

I rolled my eyes as Hudson tugged off his shirt and sprayed himself with deodorant. He began singing What What In the Butt to himself as he pulled a clean shirt on.

"Let me guess, that's what I'm going to be doing with Lachlan?" I asked.

"Me guess? You want to get into his pants," Hudson laughed. "Providing the law doesn't stop you."

I responded with a non-committal hmm as Hudson picked up his backpack.

"Shall we?"

"Let's go," I replied. "Charlotte is waiting by the library."

We took the lift back down and walked out into the sunshine. The birds were singing and the air was warm without feeling too oppressive.

As we walked, I couldn't help but picture Lachlan in my mind's eye; the Fox's toned body, his regal personality and the warm, almost hypnotic voice. But as we neared the library, I shook the thoughts from my head, not wanting to look comical and silly as I had at Aunt Ruth's house.

Charlotte was waiting by the library entrance. The Vixen looked up and wagged her tail slightly as we approached.

"Where had you boys gotten to?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We took a little detour," Hudson said, without elaborating.

"I see," Charlotte replied with something close to a smile on her muzzle. "Anyway, shall we go to class and try not to fall asleep."

We began walking along the front of the campus by the carpark.

"I'm glad you find it boring too, I thought I was the only one, apart from Hudson of course," I said as we walked.

"Why wouldn't I?" Charlotte laughed. "I mean, Stenning-Brown isn't exactly what I'd call riveting."

"Why? Because you're smart, prim and always do the reading," Hudson replied.

"I do that to get good grades," Charlotte replied. "Isn't that what you want?"

"Well, I'm sure I'll get a good enough grade if I talk about Major Salisbury in the seminar," Hudson retorted.

"Don't you mean Lord Salisbury?"

"It's leviosaaaa, not leviosa," Hudson said, pulling a silly face.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You two are weird," Charlotte said, trying to stifle a grin. "And funny, but moistly unintentionally. I think you should become a couple."

"But Malc here wants to date Professor Foxybutt," Hudson replied in a mock withering tone.

"Oh not this again," Charlotte said with a half grin, half sigh. "I still don't understand why you two don't just go out."

I was about to make a point of saying just because we're two gay guys who are friends doesn't make us lovers, but Hudson got there first.

"Don't you remember what I said yesterday?" he said.

"I still don't fully understand it," Charlotte admitted. "The whole Enya thing."

"Well, to put it in a more crude way, we're fuck buddies, not boyfriends," Hudson explained.

"Ah," Charlotte replied with a nod. "Anyway, speaking of Lachlan Ross," she added, pointing towards the staff section of the carpark.

I followed her paw and felt my heart skip a beat as Lachlan climbed out of a car, a silver VW Golf. The choice of car surprised me. I assumed that if the Fox had a car, it would be a sports coupe or a classic American muscle car of some sort.

Lachlan was dressed in another button up shirt, this one was pale green, but it suited him, and he had a dark brown leather jacket over the top, although a causal one as opposed to his biking leathers. Lachlan also seemed to be wearing the same black jeans from the other day, or at least a similar pair. Still, I could almost see the contour of what was underneath from the other side of the carpark.

I tried to tear my gaze away in case Lachlan glanced over and saw us staring, but as I watched I saw someone else climbing out of the car from the driver's seat.

So it's not his car, perhaps he's getting a ride to work with another lecturer?

The driver of the car was a grey Vixen wearing a blue shirt and a black skirt. I continued watching with growing interest. My paw-pads were clammy and my heart was racing but I didn't want to look away.

As I watched, Lachlan turned away from me and his muzzle seemed to meet the cheek of the grey Vixen. The Vixen smiled and let out a giggle that was audible from where I was standing.

She smiled and fixed Lachlan what looked like an adoring glance as she climbed back into the car while Lachlan picked up his backpack and waved.

A feeling of cold realisation washed unpleasantly through my body, but I didn't want what I was seeing to be true.

No, this cannot be.