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Chapter 17 - Let It Snow

Warning - This is an adult story for adults with adult brains and adult privileges like wearing adult underwear and renting adult movies. If you are not an adult and cannot do adult things, like having adult conversations or sitting at the adult table during the holidays, set the not-adult setting of this sight and get your non-adult eyes off of this adult story because only adults can see adult things for adults. **Adult age may vary by location. Also, this is my adult story with my adult characters in my adult situations. Keep your adult hands off my adult inventions unless, as an adult, you get my adult ok. Adult.

That being said, here is the next chapter of After Party. I apologize for any stupid errors. I'm a writer, not an editor. Enjoy :3

The zebra standing in the front of her class was trying to keep her students on track as she went over the last details of a long paper due after the break, but it was no use, every set of eyes was on the slowly moving second hand of the clock.

"And if it's not in hot pink jell pen, you will receive zero credit," she said, realizing that her pupils were at the mercy of the timepiece bolted above the door.

The teacher closed her lesson plan and started packing her bag, giving up. No one had noticed that she had stopped talking.

John sat in the back anxiously playing with a chewed up pencil. He dared not blink as he sat with the rest of the silent class. Only half a minute more.

The little red hand raced around the broad white face and the soft roar of shifting seats and clinking zippers on backpacks filled the room until the piercing bell rang and everything erupted in the sounds of cheering, cell phones beeping, desks sliding across the linoleum, and of course feet stomping on their way out through the door.

The teacher sighed in the empty room, standing up and deciding that any student who turned in a pink assignment would get an A for the year.

John excitedly walked on the tips of his feet to break the flood of heads in his way. He was looking for a pair of yellow and black ears, and he finally spotted them disappearing into a doorway.

He dodged and shimmied his way past the hurrying crowd, getting his backpack stuck between a pair of passersby and apologizing as he slipped through the next layer of moving bodies.

It had been 4 months since the cell phone incident at the beginning of the year. Most of their peers had forgotten about the whole thing and the picture only existed in the long forgotten memory cards of discarded, outdated cell phones.

Every once in a while, someone would bring it up, but the scandal was gone and whoever brought it up was usually just labeled as gay for thinking of it, and life moved on.

As John slid past a large warthog in a football jersey and found himself in a chemistry lab. Allen was standing in front of a Bunsen burner with a test tube filled with some bubbling concoction.

John snuck up behind cheetah who was concentrating on the experiment.

"Hey babe," John wrapped his arms around Allen's waist. "Whatchya doin'?"

Allen jumped in surprise and calmed down once he realized who it was.

"Oh, hi John. I'm doing some work for my teacher."

John nuzzled his cheek into Allen's.

"Will it take long? It is winter break and we're wasting valuable time to... well, you know."

"Just be patient," Allen said, still focusing on the clear liquid bubbling in the test tube.

"Oh, fine."

John watched the bubbling liquid too, wondering what was so special about it, until he felt Allen nudging him in the arm with something. He looked down at the goggles.

"I feel so scientific," John said putting them on. "What is that stuff anyways?"

"It's a mystery mixture my teacher gave me. She wants to see if an assignment would be too hard for the class, and is asking for my opinion."

"Is it going to blow up?"

"That's why I gave you the goggles."

John backed away a bit, and Allen laughed.

"Don't worry," he said jotting something down in a notebook. "It shouldn't. But, if my guess is correct, it's about to change colors, if you want to watch."

John inched a little closer, and the liquid turned a bright blue. Allen smiled as he wrote down something in his notebook again and looked up at John.

"Yep, I was right."

"Cool, can we go now?" John said, wagging his tail.

"Nope. You should probably go find a chair."

"Nah, it's ok, I'll just stand with you."

John slid he arms around Allen's waist again and rested his chin on his shoulder as Allen set up the glassware for his next experiment.

John saw someone walk into the room, and he quickly moved his arms and pretended to brush something off of his shirt.

Allen turned around.

"Hi Ms. Turner."

"Hello Allen. Who's this?" the squirrel in a lab coat asked.

"Oh, this is my friend John. He's my ride home so he's just hanging out while I work."

"Oh, ok. Nice to meet you, John." She turned back to Allen. "How's everything going?"

"Pretty smoothly. I've identified one compound so far, and I'm working on the second now."

"That's great. Is it too hard? Too easy?"

"It's just about right, I think."

"Good. The students will have a nice surprise exam after the break to get them back in shape." She turned around and started leaving the room. "Just stop by my office when you're done, Allen, and you can go."

"I thought you were on our team, not the enemies'," John said pouting and standing close to Allen again.

"Oh hush," Allen said. "I'm just helping a teacher out."

"Sounds more like kissing butt," John said grinning.

"No... just..."

John puckered his lips and made comical kissing noises and Allen pushed him away playfully.

"Oh come on, leave me alone," Allen laughed.

"Fine. Just hurry up with your little science thing so we can go home and I can do a little butt kissing of my own," John said, lowing his hands to Allen's hips and pressing them against his.

"I'm goin' as fast as I can!" Allen said as he mixed a beaker on a hot plate. "I just need to figure out what this last chemical is, and we're out of here!"

John sighed and wondered around the lab. It didn't take long until Allen heard something small and fragile smash against the floor, with John standing next to it looking away, denying his guilt. Allen pointed to the dust pan, and John pouted before cleaning it up.

"Ok, I'm done! Let me just stop by Ms. Turner's office and we can leave."

"Yay!" John said as he grabbed his backpack and was out the door before Allen could pack up his things.

Allen quickly shoved the notebook in his backpack and walked out the door and down the empty hall wondering how long it would take John to realize he wasn't following.

As he shut the door to his teacher's office, John came walking around the corner.

"There you are!" John said, now quickly walking up to Allen, who was putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket. "Now, let's go. I was half way to the car before I remembered you had to go to your teacher thing."

Allen just giggled and they walked out and into the windy cold. John started shivering in nothing but his jeans and a thin cotton t-shirt.

"Why don't you ever bring a jacket?" Allen asked in the warmth of this wool coat.

"B-because, i-it's not that c-cold," he stuttered as he shivered.

"Would you like to run?"

John nodded and they both ran to the single car left in the parking lot and drove home.

The house was empty, and soon the floor was covered in the shedding of the two as they stripped and kissed their way to the couch.

"My mom and dad won't be back until late because of some after-work winter party or something," John said between kisses. "So I was thinking I could have a nice, warm meal of you, and then more of you for dessert. Sound good?"

Allen giggled as he looked into the big wolf's eyes.

"Sounds just fine to me."

John lapped at the cheetah's muzzle lovingly as his tongue slowly moved lower down his neck and onto his chest. Allen's red briefs were starting to bulge as one of John's large paws moved over and rubbed the growing lump under the fabric, making the cheetah moan deeply with a firm squeeze.

His wide tongue moved down as he licked the soft, tan fur down to the lean stretch of belly that the cheetah arched in the air. Allen's tail twitched softly on the side of the couch as he felt the wolf's kisses down past his belly button.

John's finger passed over the sleek wet spot that that soaked through Allen's briefs as his muzzle came closer to his groin. His fingers slipped under the waistband and gently pulled down, letting the cotton slide past the thin hips of his lover.

Allen's aroused cock stood up from the patch of fur between his legs and pressed against John's chin. John let the pulsing hot piece of flesh run against his muzzle as he continued kissing down. His paw softly wrapped around the stiff rod as he kissed the base.

He felt a bead of pre roll down his fist as he brought his tongue up alongside the bottom and listened to his boyfriend's moans of pleasure as he sucked gently on the tip. He kissed the head of his cock and let it slip past his lips and across his soft tongue.

Allen's toes curled and he moaned again as the wolf's muzzle plunged deep down on his dick. He placed a paw between John's ears and pushed down as he thrust further in.

John felt the cock push forward and slip to the back of his throat where he swallowed and let it go all the way back until his nose pressed against the cheetah's groin.

John pulled back off, feeling a squirt of pre on his tongue as he sucked at the tip once more. His fingers made a tight ring around the base of the cock as he began bobbing his head up and down, letting Allen's shaft dive deep into his muzzle and then back out again.

As he slid down again, he started to feel the cheetah's cock pulse and he felt a hot load spill into his mouth as he gulped it down. Allen panted as he fingers dug into the top of Allen's head, gently thrusting up.

As his orgasm passed, John let the softening spent cock return back to the sheath and Allen sat up and kissed the wolf.

John felt a pair of paws press against his shoulders and push him back on the couch. His cock strained against his boxers until Allen's paw reached down and freed the cramped appendage.

His dull claws sunk into the fabric of the couch as he felt Allen's rough tongue slide over his sensitive tip.

Allen's paw wrapped around his thickness as he continued to lap at the leaking tip, listening to the whining moans of the wolf. He pressed his muzzle up against the lengthy rod and slid his paw all the way down to the base.

John's cock stood straight out in front of Allen as he plunged down, making the wolf moan in pleasure, with his legs twitching as Allen shoved further down the shaft until he felt his own fist against his chin. He swallowed a few times, letting the wide cock rest in his throat before pulling out and holding the glistening sword in his tight paw.

Allen watched it twitch and squirt a small load of pre as John panted. He moved his head down to John's large balls and gave a lick to the heavy orbs. He balanced each one on his tongue before giving a slow, wet lick up along the shaft, ending with a quick lick to John's tip again.

He pressed the broad head past his lips and let it fill his muzzle as he sucked. His paws slid up and down the slippery shaft and over the knot that has just begun to form.

He slid the cock further down his throat until he felt it begin to pulse.

He quickly pulled off and let the cock bob on its own above John's chest. John looked down confusedly and Allen quickly grabbed his paws and pinned them down on the side of the couch as he stood above the wolf.

John's cock pulsed between them, wanting to release. Allen waited until it slowly stopped and laid still against John's soft stomach oozing pre.

John whimpered, feeling his balls ache and Allen just smirked.

"Now, when I let go, you're going to keep your paws behind your head until I tell you otherwise, ok?" Allen said.

John whimpered again and nodded.

Allen released his wrists and stood up, making sure to brush along the teased cock as he sat back down and turned around to the wolf's moan. He got on all fours and lifted his tail.

"Aim well," he said.

John went to lift himself up but remembered his command about his paws. He maneuvered his way up with his cock swinging in front of him as he got to his knees.

He carefully lined up his cock with the little pucker, and pushed against it.

Allen moaned as he relaxed on the couch.

John, with his arms still behind his head, pushed harder, gasping as Allen's tight ring slid a few inches down his length.

Allen moaned as he started to fill and John panted, trying to not blow his load already. Allen stuffed his face into the couch cushions as he felt another thrust of John and his cock slide further inside of him.

John was doing everything to make it to his knot before exploding and quickly shoved the last of the way down, letting the bulge press against Allen's hole.

"Tie me," Allen commanded.

John huffed as he shoved hard and rocked his hips into Allen's tight ass until he pressed through. With a pop he was in and ready to cum. He felt his cock start to pulse.

"Stop! Don't cum yet."

John whimpered as he tried to focus on anything but his cock and aching balls as he suppressed his second orgasm.

As it passed, his overly sensitive cock felt every movement as Allen shifted slightly below him to get a more comfortable position, and John just whined, fighting the urge to hump and release his pent up load into Allen's ass.

"I want you to cum on my back," Allen said rocking ever so slightly back and forth to the whimpers of the wolf.

John took a deep breath and pulled back as hard as he could, gasping as his cock was freed.

He quickly grabbed it and squeezed as it shot a thick string of cum far past Allen's head, and another right after it. His tip shot load after load of hot cum as it landed on Allen's back. Rope after rope squirted across the outstretched cheetah as John leaned his head back and moaned deeply at the stacked orgasms.

He felt his cock continue to pump in his paw as he looked down at the slathered back. He let his cock fall down on the cheetah as it leaked a pool onto him.

His cock gave a few more feeble squirts before softening on the cheetah's rump. Allen's back dripped onto the couch as he turned his head and smiled.

"Wasn't that fun?"

John just twitched as his sensitive cock slowly returned to his sheath, pulling strings of cum with it.

Allen sat up, letting the cum drip down and turned to John as he wrapped his arm around his neck.

"How about a shower?"

John just nodded in a half dazed state and they walked to the shower.

As the warm water ran down their bodies, Allen pulled John close. A paw moved down below.

"You still owe me an orgasm. Two, actually," Allen said giving a kiss to the wolf.

"Oh, sweetie, I don't think I can..." John said as Allen's paw rubbed his sheath.

"That's fine, I'll just take one then." He smirked as John's tip poked through.

Allen played with the growing cock as his own emerged. He grabbed them both and slowly pumped away.

John moaned in half pain and pleasure as his sensitive cock grew and pressed against Allen's.

Allen's paw quickened and he pressed his muzzle against John's. His other paw reached down and grabbed the wolf's firm ass.

Allen shoved his tongue into John's muzzle and his finger started to play with the wolf's tight hole.

"Bend over for me."

John nodded and turned around. He felt Allen's cock press between his cheeks as the warm water flowed between them. Allen thrust hard into John's ass and the wolf yelped.

Allen reached around and grabbed John's cock as he thrust into him.

His fist moved to his thick head and squeezed hard as it slide down.

John inhaled deeply as his cock pulsed again, his tail hole clenched and Allen shoved hard. He could feel the hot jizz flow down his fingers as he shot his load into the wolf.

Allen pulled out and John's legs started to wobble. He caught him and held him up.

"Good boy," Allen said. "You did well."

Allen tuned off the water and carefully helped John out and into the bedroom where he fell down on the mattress and fell asleep.

Allen smiled, crawled into bed and threw a sheet over the wet, naked wolf. He gave a lick to his nose and snuggled up against him.

***

Allen work up and looked over at the fast asleep wolf. He smiled and snuck out of bed to go clean up their mess before his parent's came home. He slipped into some clothes and sat on the couch to try and hide the wet stains.

The wolf and Husky burst through the doors a minute or two later, letting a gust of cold air hit Allen who shivered.

"Hey there Allen. Where's John?" Lucy asked, setting down her bag and taking off her coat.

"Oh, he's sleeping; it's been a long day for him."

"All for the better," Adam said, "he should be well rested for the c-umph."

He rubbed his stomach from where Lucy had hit him as she gave him a look.

He just nodded, and the two of them pretended nothing had happened.

Allen decided it wasn't worth investigating and turned on the TV.

"Dinner should be ready in half an hour, why don't you wake up John," Lucy said.

Allen nodded and went to the room. As he closed the door he tip-toed over to the sleeping wolf, lifted up a sheet slowly and snuck a paw in. He watched the wolf smile in his sleep as he gently stroked John's sheath.

His eyes cracked open.

"Morning. Dinner'll be ready soon. You should put on some pants," Allen said, taking his paw away, but John just grabbed it and put it back, pulling Allen in closer for a kiss.

"You really wore me out. I'm going to have to get back at you sometime, so watch out."

"I'll be waiting," Allen said giving a squeeze to the hardening cock in his paw as he let go and got his paw back and sat down on the bed.

John turned over to face the cheetah and a large tent in the sheets formed.

"I thought I wore you out," Allen said.

John looked down.

"I guess not quite enough," he smirked and sat up.

"Well, put it away and come outside; we're expected."

John laughed and stood up, letting his second tail wag between his legs as he walked over to the closet and slipped into a pair of pants and a shirt before they went out to the table.

As they sat down, Lucy walked over and placed a large serving bowl of jiggling off-white goop. John and Allen just looked down at it.

As John's paw moved over to poke it, Lucy slapped it away.

"You can thank a white elephant for tonight's dinner," she said sitting down. "If you can believe it, this was one of the better gifts there."

"You got a gallon of creamed corn at your Christmas party?" Allen asked staring at the pile that had just stopped wiggling from being set down. "What did you give in return?"

"Three Scandinavian dance vinyl records," she said laughing.

John just chuckled.

"Is this really dinner?" he asked.

"Yep. Eat up. It's only a month expired."

John and Allen lost their appetite.

"Oh?" Lucy said, looking over to Adam, smiling. "Guess the boy's aren't hungry. More dessert for the two of us then."

"What's desert? Over ripe ride pudding?" Allen asked.

"You'll see," Lucy said as she and Adam got up from the table and moved into the kitchen.

John and Allen looked at each other then back at the kitchen entrance as the two came in carrying a large gingerbread house covered in blue frosting and glistening candy.

Allen squealed in glee and John's tail wagged as they put the house down with a dull thud.

"Normally we just make a smaller one for Christmas, but we figured why not and made a big one for now. Dig in!"

John quickly got up and tore a chunk of the roof off and Allen reached over and picked off the door and nibbled away at it.

As John bit a chunk out of his section, something caught his eye inside the house. He reached in and pulled out a set of keys with a canoe shaped keychain and looked over at his parents.

"Uh... forget your keys?" he said handing them over.

"Nope," Adam said. "We're giving you the cabin for the weekend."

John got wide-eyed and Allen stood up.

"Are you serious?" John asked looking down at the keys.

"Well," Lucy said, "you're both old enough to not do something stupid and we figured that you two could use a little time alone."

John jumped up and hugged his mom and Allen smiled broadly.

After more excited comments from John, they talked over how to heat the cabin, where the food was, gave them directions and told them to rest well for the drive tomorrow.

John and Allen both snagged wall of the house and took it back to their room where they packed and anxiously talked about the upcoming weekend. They set their alarm and tried to sleep.

***

When they woke up the next morning they looked out the window to a fresh sheet of snow. The smell of bacon seeped under the door and they quickly found themselves in front of a buffet of breakfast foods Lucy had made for their journey.

Once they had their fill, they packed up a Tupperware of bacon and put their luggage in John's car as the cold air nipped at their noses and ears.

With a last goodbye, they drove out of the driveway and followed the directions Adam had written for them.

"Left... at the water thingie?" Allen read.

"He means the fountain by city hall," John said turning past a large marble fountain covered in snow.

"I'm glad you can understand this, because the whole thing is written that way."

"Yeah, when you grow up with it, you learn to understand."

Allen turned on the radio and the latest version of "Santa baby" started playing, and it was off just as quickly.

They both started laughing.

Once they hit the highway, Allen relaxed in his chair and watched the mountains in the distance slowly coming closer.

"This is going to be so nice, isn't it?" John asked.

"Yeah. Once we get there, let's build a fire and make some hot cocoa."

"Sounds perfect."

"Then sex."

John felt his pants tighten a little, but stayed focused on the road.

They talked a little more as they drove down the nearly deserted highway. They didn't even notice the tiny flakes of snow that had begun to lightly fall until Allen pointed out how pretty it was as it flew past the car window.

John took the exit onto the road into the mountains, and Allen was soon watching snow covered pines zipping past.

"It's weird how no one else is on the roads," John said as they passed the first car they'd seen in a long while.

"Well, it isn't quite late enough for Christmas travel, maybe everyone is just waiting to cram the roads."

"Yeah, you're probably right," he sighed. "I just wish there was something better than crappy Christmas songs on the radio."

"What's wrong with talking to me?" Allen asked, slightly offended.

"Nothing. I love talking with you. I just like a little background music when I travel long distances."

"Is it getting windier?" Allen asked as he watched the snowflakes fly in a zigzag before hitting the windshield.

"Yeah, it looks like it. It's just because we're in the mountains.

Allen looked down at his sheet.

"So, we're looking for a town called Petersville. Your dad says we should stop and get a garlic and peanut butter sandwich from some place called Puke's Diner... Pass?"

John nodded. "Just ignore those comments. I've had the sandwich. And the indigestion for the week after."

They kept driving until they passed the sign for Petersville and John slowed down. It was just a little town with a few buildings along the street. John made a left and drove a little until he reached a narrow road into the woods.

"This looks familiar" he said as he drove down the bumpy little road.

"Wow, the snow if getting really heavy," Allen said looking forward onto the unplowed road in the nearly white-out conditions. "And that wind is shaking the trees."

"Don't worry, we're not too far away and we'll be safe inside soon."

"Ok, just be careful."

The car shook as they went over a particularly large bump and Allen grabbed the handle above the window.

"So, did I tell you that my teacher ripped his pants in front of class right before break?" John said in an attempt to calm Allen down.

"Really?"

"Yeah. He dropped his pen and bend over and riiippp!" John looked over at the still nervous cheetah. "The whole class stared la-"

"JOHN!" he screamed and John quickly looked back to see a large pine tree falling across the road right in front of them.

He slammed on the break, but the car skid and he tried to turn away, but it was too close. The car slammed into the tree, spun across the road and into the ditch.

The world spun as the sound of shrieking steel and shattering glass filled the small car. The airbags exploded as the windows burst open as the stinging cold ice and snow spilled in. The spinning car finally landed upside down and everything was quiet except for the wind as the snow whirled around the still spinning wheels.

"J...John?"

To be continued.