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"Leaning"

by Daniel C. Aaron

Copyright 2018 by Daniel C. Aaron

A rough start to the morning; too early for all this, thought the fox ruefully, his head throbbing from an unaccountable headache.

A heavy knock at the door.

"Yeah yeah, I'm up!" the fox shouted.

He sat naked on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Knowing the impatience of the wolf waiting by the door, he got up and swiftly threw on pants and a shirt, then his socks.

Shoes. What shoes? what shoes? Where were they going today? What did he need? Running shoes? Something with more purchase? Would he need to kick anyone in the face? Would he want to leave a mark?

He decided on his steel-toed boots, the lighter weight, brown ones, not the heavy black ones.

He opened the door to find the wolf waiting as he expected. Pete had on his customary solid black jeans (how'd he ever get his thick tail through that narrow slit in the back?), and black leather jacket, a light blue t-shirt underneath. Leaning against the wall, the wolf glared at the fox.

"Fuck were you doin' Max? havin' a mornin' wank?"

"I have a headache," said Max, the fox.

"I'll give you a headache. Come on mister early morning load-spiller."

No point in grumbling, but the fox wouldn't have minded slugging the wolf. Instead, Max followed with gritted teeth after the wolf heading down the hallway.

At the entrance to the kitchen, the wolf yelled loudly to the older female wolf making breakfast.

"Hey! ma! We're heading out!"

"Get me some eggs! And don't break them!" she practically screamed.

Max twisted his ears back at the screeching voice. Pete raised a noncommittal paw in a half-hearted acknowledgement. If it was convenient, he would get her her damn eggs.

They left the rundown apartment building and got into Pete's car, It wasn't a bad looking car overall, but it was actually a piece of shit. It was the opposite of its driver, thought the fox, rough around the edges and ugly on the outside, but on the inside a loyal and reliable friend.

The car sped off, knocking Max's head roughly against the back of the seat. Well, maybe not such a good friend today, thought the fox.

"Who we leaning on?" the fox asked.

"Christ Max, can't you remember shit?"

"I have a headache."

Pete grinned as only a wolf can.

"Well, how about later I give you a good knotting, get them endo...en...what the fuck are they called?"

"Endorphins?" the fox said helpfully, eyes closed against the harsh morning sunlight.

"Right. get those going in ya, maybe help your headache."

"Sure," the fox shrugged, eyes still closed.

The wolf laughed heartily. Max swivelled his ears back against his skull and closed his eyes tighter against the harsh sound. They drove on for a couple of minutes.

"So?" the fox asked, after a period of silence.

"So what?"

"You didn't tell me who the fuck we leanin' on!"

"Oh! Right!" the wolf exclaimed.

"And I can't remember shit."

"Don't make me bite you," the wolf said.

"You're gonna do that anyway when you fuck me," replied Max.

"Yeah I will," Pete said, smiling, "We're going to old man Riker's."

"Fine," said the fox.

They drove in silence for another fifteen minutes. It might have been relaxing, except Pete's car was in desperate need of new shocks, and its tempramental engine roared like the most tone-deaf thing in existence. By the time they arrived at old man Riker's place, Max couldn't say whether his headache was the same or worse.

They parked and got out. These apartments were noticeably nicer than the piece of shit apartment that Pete and Max lived in. They made their way up a couple flights of steps without meeting anyone, most of the inhabitants no doubt having left for work. Old man Riker would be there still, though he would likely try to pretend he wasn't.

Max leaned against the wall, eyes closed and head down as he continued to nurse his headache and do his best to guard his brain against the pounding Pete gave the door to apartment 3F.

"Come on, old geezer, don't make me kick the door in!" Pete said.

Riker was actually only a little over 40, which was still considered old by the twenty and change ages of Max and Pete. Hesitantly, the door opened. Pete helped the old man get the door open by shoving it heavily with his paw and stepping inside. Max followed after, closing it behind him, and locking it.

Old man Riker was a soft spoken weasel about a foot and a half shorter than the two canids. He was probably an alright guy overall, Max supposed, but he wasn't clean. He had skimmed off and pocketed a fair bit of dough in his time from the insurance company that he owned.

Now the weasel sat nervous in a comfy looking chair while the big wolf propped his foot up on the arm, smiling down at the cowering mustelid. Pete told old man Riker he was late on his payments to Mr. Tulsa, their boss, and that would cost the weasel a little extra.

"I can't afford to give you any money," Riker said shaking.

"You better figure out how to." Pete said seriously.

Max explored the little apartment while the wolf had his conversation with the terrified weasel. In the weasel's bedroom the fox explored the contents of a large dresser in a corner of the room. In the top drawer, where the weasel kept his underwear and socks, Max found a nice crisp stack of twenties underneath a pile of briefs that were white as snow.

He pocketed the money, and held on to the briefs a moment, tossing them lightly into the air and catching them again. He was still doing this when he returned to the kitchen, adjacent to the living room where Pete was looming over the weasel. The wolf had his large, heavy paws on Riker's collar, but hadn't started hitting him yet.

"How do you keep your underwear so clean? Do you wear them at all, or do you just go commando?" Max asked the terrified and embarrassed weasel.

Pete laughed at the fox. "Why do you care? Your balls are too big for tighty-whities!"

Max held up the pair of twenties, and Pete nodded, turning back to the cowering weasel.

"So you can't afford to pay us, huh motherfucker?"

"But--"

"Hey! There's a full carton of eggs in here!" Max said triumphantly, opening the weasel's fridge.

The wolf smiled, then frowned again as he turned back Riker.

"Alright, we're going. Next time don't give us your bullshit. "

He let go of the weasel, who fell back heavily against the back of the chair. Max threw the pair of briefs at the weasel, then led the way out, carrying the carton of eggs under one arm. Pete followed, closing the door behind them. They made their way back to the car, and the wolf fired up the engine.

They drove in silence again. Pete glanced over a couple of times at the fox, saying nothing. Max sat the eggs down carefully on the floor and lay back against the seat of the car, eyes closed again as he sighed.

"How's the headache?" asked the wolf.

Max shrugged.

They drove on. Tall buildings, a couple of them half finished, rose above them as the wolf directed the car to its destination.

"God I'm horny," said the wolf, as he shifted in his seat.

The fox said nothing, but began pulling off his shirt, tossing it behind the seat. After that, he took off his boots, tossed them back there as well, and began undoing his belt. The wolf grinned, shifting again in his seat and working absentmindedly with one paw at his own belt.

"Hang on buddy, we're almost there."

The wolf drove down an alley and into an empty lot, the shadow of a tall, long abandoned building covering the left half of it. Pete parked in the far corner. When the car had stopped, Max opened the door and got out. Naked, he stretched his limbs to get the stiffness out of them.

Already aroused, the sleek pink shaft of his cock poked several inches out of his sheath as the fox walked towards the back of the car. Pete had exited the vehicle as well, heading the same direction. His belt hung loose and his fly was undone, pants pulled down slightly in front. His fully hard cock stood proudly out of its sheath, bouncing stiffly as he strutted.

Max sprawled out against the trunk of the car, the fox's back end presented to the horny wolf. The wolf licked a paw and rubbed underneath the fox's tail, stroking at his stiff cock with the other paw, slicking it up with the precum leaking out of the tip. He pushed an experimental finger in and the fox winced slightly, his hole tight.

The wolf pulled his finger out and bent down, going to work on the fox's asshole with his slurping tongue. That brought relief to Max's ass and head, his tail hole relaxing and the pain in his brain lessening as the fox became more aroused. He moaned softly and his cock slid more completely out of its sheath, the skin and fur pulling back and sliding over his growing knot as his shaft engorged.

Pete grabbed the fox's tail as he gave his friend a rim job with ever increasing enthusiasm. Max relaxed more and his hole opened wider, now thoroughly moistened by the wolf's heavy, thick tongue. Pete stuck in one, then two, then three of his fingers into the fox's asshole, stretching it open further, but soon could no longer contain himself.

Pete stood up and angled the tip of his huge cock against the fox's willing hole, then pushed in. Max growled with pain and pleasure as the wolf's cock opened him up, distracting him more completely from his headache.

Pete pushed himself into the fox up to the knot, then began thrusting. He started off slow but quickly picked up the pace. The wolf panted heavily and Max moaned, the pleasure of sex relaxing the ache that had been tormenting his brain all morning.

The slap slap slap of the wolf's thighs and heavy balls against Max's ass increased the fox's own arousal as Pete's cock rubbed against his prostate, glistening drops of precum leaking from the fox and splattering against the car's bumper. Both canids moaned louder as the speed increased.

With a pop Pete's knot plunged into the fox's asshole, both canids growling as Max's asshole locked behind the wolf's knot. The wolf's cock engorged further and pulsed as it causing it began shooting thick ropes of warm spunk into the fox. Pete continued thrusting as he came, causing the fox to cum as well. Max bucked a little as he felt seeming buckets of his own cum splash against the back of the car and hit the pavement below.

After what felt like several minutes of ejaculation by both males, the wolf fell forwards on top of the fox, both canids panting heavily as they struggled to catch their breaths. Max's cock slowly started to deflate and slide back into its sheath, while the wolf's cock still remained fully engorged and locked inside of the fox, throbbing as it dribbled out whatever last drops of seed still remained. Max felt a bit lightheaded and dizzy, but for the moment at least couldn't feel the pain in his head.

"What the fuck are you faggots doing?!"

Pete looked over his shoulder and Max looked back as best he could to see what asshole had spoken to them. A police officer, a badger with a nameplate that said "Reed", was walking up to them, his car parked just at the entrance to the abandoned lot. Max sighed, feeling the hint of his headache threatening to return in full force.

"What the fuck does it fucking look like we're fucking doing?!" Pete said, then added, "We're fucking."

"I'm gonna to have to arrest you for public indecency, maybe a few other things, so get off the fox and lean against the trunk of your vehicle."

"I'm tied in, asshole, you want me to fucking hurt my friend? We're already leaning against the trunk."

"Just give him the money," Max muttered, one paw resting against the side of his face in a tired manner.

Pete whined softly, but reached around to pull the wad of twenties from the back pocket of his jeans.

"Slowly," warned the cop.

"Sorry Officer Reed, we had trouble finding a decent hotel," Max said, inclining his head as best he could towards the cop.

The officer had walked over to them by this point, and stood with arms crossed. With a growl, he snatched the money out of the wolf's paw, and counted it.

"You fags better not have gotten cum on this," the badger said.

Both canids glared at him.

"Fine. When you fuckers untie get the fuck out of here, don't let me see you again." He headed back to his car without another glance, and drove away.

A minute later, the wolf's knot deflated enough to let him slide out of the fox. Pete pulled up his pants and they both got back into the car. Max began to slowly dress again once inside.

"Well I guess Mr. Tulsa isn't getting his money after all," Pete said.

"Fuck that fucking alley, next time let's just pay for a hotel room."

"That costs money, you want to waste it on that?"

"We would have paid less than we did," said Max.

Pete was silent a moment.

"Why not just sneak into my room at night?" asked Max after the wolf offered no suggestions of his own.

"Ma would fucking skin us alive if she found out."

"Yeah, true, that bitch is bad as my parents," Max agreed. "Glad I had the balls to slug my father."

The wolf grinned. "Ah, you're welcome buddy," he said.

Max, sat back in the seat, closing his eyes again.

"Least we got the eggs for your crazy ma," the fox said.

A moment's silence, then the wolf began to whine softly in the back of his throat. The fox gave an annoyed grimace, but didn't bother to open his eyes.

"Stop that shit," Max said, "It's annoying."

Pete stopped his whining, but sighed.

"We ever going to pay off Mr. Tulsa?" asked the wolf.

The fox looked at him, "You losing your nerve?"

The wolf shook his head.

"I'm just tired."

There was a parking garage nearby, dark and secluded.

"Pull in here."

"You horny again?"

"Just park the damn car," the fox said firmly.

The wolf did as he was told, following the arrows around until he found an empty parking spot. The parking garage was attached to a mall or some other shopping center. Pete switched off the engine, and looked at the fox, whose eyes were closed again.

"We're going to make it," Max said, "We're going to fucking make it. You and I, out of this fucking city, out of your ma's fucking shithole apartment. No more doing shit we hafta but don't really wanna. We'll find decent work, a place of our own, it won't be much, but it'll be ours, just you and me."

He opened his eyes, and looked at the wolf sternly.

"So no more whining, ya got that?"

Pete pulled a mock salute, but smiled genuinely.

"Yes sir, Mister Tulsa."

"Start the engine, let's head back to your ma's, I'm tired."

The wolf started up the engine. He pulled out of the parking spot, then out of the garage. After a few minutes driving, he glanced at the fox, who was no longer riding with his eyes closed.

"How's your headache?" Pete asked.

"It's better," Max replied.

"I'm glad," the wolf said in a soft voice, almost a whisper.

The fox looked at the wolf, and the wolf met his eyes.

"Thank you for asking," said the fox, equally soft.