Keith and Matt: Accidentally
#3 of Keith and Matt 2
_Yay! Keith And Matt are back!
Sorry guys... took me a while... Am suffering from a block, so... sorry
Well, it's getting depressive, too...
Warning: This story contains sex between a cub and an almost adult guy, so anybody who can't stand this: Now is a nice moment to run away.
All grammar and spelling mistakes are part of the creative process and therefore not worth mentioning afterwards.
For my boyfriend (love ya =D)_
Up on the mountain, the highest place around, a cat stood and stared down. Down into the darkness. He was freezing and shivering. The night was dark and cold, and neither his short fur nor the thin shorts were any protection to the wind.
To paws were clinging to the fence, and to a life. The cliff was high. How high, the young tomcat wasn't able to see, it was all hid by black darkness, but he was hoping it is high enough to make the entire thing short and quick. He was still clinging to the fence behind him.
He just had to let go. Just to open the paws and let himself fall forwards, it was so easy... But something was keeping him from it.
There was no reason why not. He had lost the last reason for his life. So he could just end it right now. Fucking otter! Stupid cute country boy! It was all his fault. Matt would never have cheated on him just like that. Never... Matt was his little fox... wasn't he? So it was all the otters fault.
But what if it wasn't? What if Matt didn't love him any more? And... what... what if Matt never had done...? So many questions...
Five seconds Keith had seen his boyfriend snuggling with that damn otter. And that had been five seconds too much. Five seconds to turn his entire world around, to crumple it and throw it into the bin. He had no idea how he got up here. He just had ended up here, at end of his life.
Actually he was waiting. Waiting for the fox to show up and tell him not to jump. Or just... just hearing his name behind him. But there was nothing. The tomcat waited a bit longer. Nobody showed up. Nobody cared about him, nobody at all. No one here for him...
Keith let the fence go. And he leaned forwards slowly...
The otter and the fox, armed with torches, went through the landscape, that used to look nice and beautiful at day. They didn't yell the tomcat's name, because the todd knew, if his boyfriend didn't want to be found, he wouldn't answer any screams and yells. The young fox just wanted Keith back in the house, into the warmth, there they could talk it all over. Stupid. How stupid he had been. What had he been thinking?
Nothing, obviously, nothing at all. Otter and fox avoided a conversation. They even avoided looks. Each boy blamed himself completely for it. Kyle for just being such a lusty seducer, Matt because he kissed someone else. It had been wrong, so wrong...
"Shit, were could he be?"
"I..." the fox started and had a sudden enlightenment. He looked up. "I hope he isn't planning anything stupid..."
Keith gasped in surprise. Two arms were embracing him from behind. They made a cross in front of his furry chest and held him strongly, very strongly. They held him and his life. And they refused to let go.
The cat felt a warm body rubbing on his back. A warm and soft breathe approached his ear. And a very well known, but long forsaken voice whispered into his ear. "Now, now, didn't we have a deal...?"
The arms dragged Keith backwards and held him tightly. The cat stared down. Paws, long forsaken, but never forgotten, held him, making a cross in front of his chest. "Chris...? Why..."
"I'm always there for you. Remember, I promised."
"B-But... no... you left, I know you left." Keith tried to squirm out of the grip.
"You need me, I'm here," the voice said.
"I..." know... you're not here...
It was a cold night, a horribly cold night. And Keith stood there, leaning against a lantern. The lantern was also icy cold, it was made of iron, and Keith was wearing nothing but some short pants, so he could expose his extremely skinny body to the potential customers.
But they didn't want him tonight. Keith' nose was bleeding, a leftover from a small row with Big Daddy, who wasn't very content with the young tomcat. Too less money the last days, and if nobody would show up soon, Keith would have a bigger problem than just a bleeding nose. Non-profitable boys didn't survive long.
Nobody could say he was too old. Thirteen was just the perfect age for this job. Up to now, Keith had never heard that what he was doing was actually illegal. He just knew that the cars marked with 'Police' contained evil people, who dragged kids off of the streets. The kids never returned. So Keith hid whenever he saw one of them.
Now Keith was shivering, but not moving. He just hoped someone wanted to have some fun with him very soon. He usually didn't have the opportunity to choose, but right now he wouldn't care at all who was asking him. The cars were warm, sometimes they were driving to a motel, and those had heats in the rooms. And anything was better than staying here for the rest of the night in darkness.
The cat boy wiped the blood off of his nose and was actually a bit surprised that it wasn't frozen. He watched his breath condensing in front of his muzzle and sighed, producing a big cloud. A car stopped, but not at him. Keith glanced as an elderly businessman let a young lupine boy into his big black and probably warm car. The young wolf was new, as far as Keith new, bought from somewhere in London. Keith had had to show him some things, but there wasn't much to teach anyway. Now the pup was gonna use that knowledge. He, not Keith. Keith was glaring after the car.
We waited some more minutes, which gathered to from one hour. He was freezing, shivering and cursing.
But then he felt a touch from behind. Two arms shoved along his side and shaped a cross in front of Keith' chest. The young cat felt a hot breath beside his head and turned one ear, knowing who was greeting him like that.
"Getting desperate?" the voice asked.
Keith turned his head and kissed the mustelid muzzle shortly and tenderly. "Kinda."
"I see..." The paws pulled Keith' body closer, against some very warm clothes. "Then wanna stick with me instead?"
"Might as well," Keith said and turned around. He looked into a pair of deeply brown mustelid eyes and kissed the otter's nose. "If the price is right..."
"Doesn't get your boyfriend a small discount...?"
Keith kissed again and smiled. "Maybe..."
The way older otter kissed the young tomcat's forehead. Then his paws released the boy and and opened the otter's jacket, just to wrap the part of the mustelid's clothing around the boy's body. "Let's get somewhere warmer..."
It could only count as a room if you were in a very good mood. The walls were green from the mould, the window had lost its glass a long time ago and was now protecting the inside just with some old cardboard. And there was a mattress in one corner. No personal things, the door didn't even had a lock and if the owner would leave something here, it would stay here about half an hour before a new owner was trying it to sell it somewhere else.
Not that the room's owner had many personal things.
The mentioned room's owner let a very young feline boy in and closed the door, securing it additionally with a not small bolt. The heat was broken, it had never worked, actually.
"Wait a moment," the otter said and went into a corner. It was blackened by many fired that had burnt there to warm the room. And there was another fire to burn right now. Old paper commercials, newspaper bits and two branches from park brought some orange flames a new life.
Keith already stood behind him as the otter stood up.
"Your nose is bleeding again..." the mustelid noticed.
"Yeah..."
"When did he hit you?"
"Gosh, I dunno, four, five hours ago."
"And it's still bleeding? That's not good..."
"Chris, please, it's nothing. You don't have to be worried about me all the time."
Chris moved forwards and down and kissed the way younger boy tenderly. "Okay..." He made his strong arms embrace the tomcat and smiled. "Something else then..."
Keith also smiled and embraced the mustelid body. He was only reaching up to the otter's chest, but that was enough. The room was warming quickly and he felt much better now, especially together with his boyfriend, they were just alone and together...
Feline paws ran under a black shirt and ruffled the very soft fur under it. Keith had stroked many furs with faked love, but here he was truly loving. And this fur, even if it wasn't very clean, was probably the softest he had stroked yet. Chris rubbed the boy's head very gently, silently smiling to himself. Time was always limited, so otter and cat knew how to use it as good as possible.
After some minutes Chris pulled his shirt over his head and revealed his body and the muscles, built from a hard life on the streets. Keith kissed these muscles on the mustelid chest, he caressed the nipples with his feline tongue. Then he slowly moved down, planting kisses on the otter's body.
Chris prepared his pants by opening the buttons over tail and crotch. Keith pushed the cheap jeans down immediately, and looked lustily at the otter's male parts. One of his paws cupped the mustelid testicles, the other stroked softly over Chris' half erect penis. Keith watched the male meat filling with blood and growing out of its protecting sheath.
Keith let his tongue run along the hot and throbbing maleness and felt the otter's strokes over his head. Happily the young cat took the big member into his mouth, embracing it tightly with his lips, and licked all over the glans with his tongue. Carefully he led the sensitive flesh between his feline fangs, and moved his head forwards to provide sweetest pleasure to the otter, who moaned out very quietly.
Keith moved up and down on the mustelid maleness, making the member's owner moan in pleasure and stroke the boy's head arbitrarily. The cat sped up the movements, tickling and teasing the otter's balls, while Chris moaned louder, feeling the emotions damming up in his mind. Professionally Keith pleased his boyfriend, he gave a pleasure he had given pretty often before. More and more the young tomcat stimulated the mustelid cock, while Chris felt his climax approaching fast.
Just some more movements... Keith moved quickly forth and back, embracing the hot cock tightly, until he felt Chris grabbing his head fur slightly painfully, and then the hot cream of the otter's semen filling his mouth.
The cat swallowed it down and licked the mustelid cock clean. He looked up to his boyfriend, smiling, and stood up as he noticed his knees were hurting. The floor was hard, but he had just been too distracted to notice.
Keith embraced his naked boyfriend. Chris kissed the feline forehead and dragged the cat boy over to the mattress. As the pair was lying, Keith kissed all over the otter's face. The pair snuggled, and Chris shoved his paws into the boy's pants to stroked over the cat's rear. Keith lifted his tail and smiled as Chris squeezed his butt softly.
Some minutes later Keith felt his boyfriends maleness getting stiff under him and rubbing on his rump. Chris slowly removed the pants from the boy's body and stroked on over he tomcat's lower regions. Keith smiled and reached out for the lube. They couldn't afford real lube, it was just some frying oil, but it was doing the job.
The cat boy spread the oil generously over his boyfriend's mustelid penis and smiled up to Chris' face, before positioning his rear over the big male flesh. With a long moan he lowered his body, feeling the otter's cock entering his body. The slight pain faded quickly, leaving just pleasure as Keith had lowered his body as much as possible. Chris smiled up, signing him to move whenever ready. Being a professional Keith was ready and started pushing himself up. Chris moaned as the boy's tight tail hole stimulated his most sensitive maleness.
Keith moved up and down in a steady rhythm, groaning his emotions out. Then he felt soft mustelid paws on his young member, stroking gently, stimulating the cat. Keith moaned a bit more while moving up and down quickly. With one paw Chris rubbed over the cat's cock and Keith moved faster with his rear. Both males moaned their feelings out, and Keith felt his climax coming fast, too fast.
Chris also felt the sensations damming up in his mind, and he felt that he needed to spurt them all out very soon. The boy knew what other boys liked, so he intensified his stimulations for his boyfriend, while holding his own orgasm back as good as it was possible for him. He felt the big penis in his rear getting ready to shoot out its big loud.
Chris groaned out and released himself. Keith loved the feeling of semen filling him up, he moved down and took it all into his tail hole, relaxing and also releasing the emotions. The young boy's semen hit the mustelid chest, and soon the cat boy did too, exhausted by the play of love.
The otter embraced and kissed his young boyfriend while his softening cock slipped out of the feline tail hole. In that tender embrace of love they rested until the morning came.
"That's what I can give you, thirty quid."
"I hope it'll satisfy him..." Keith sighed and shoved the money into his pocket. "Thanks," he added and placed another kiss on the otter's cheek.
"Anything for you..." Chris said softly and hugged one last time. "Now I must be going..."
"I understand..." Keith smiled. "See you."
"Bye."
Keith retreated slowly and backwards, not wanting to turn his eyes away from the otter. Chris waved smiling. Then his eyes went wide. "Keith!" he yelled and began running. "Watch it."
Keith turned his head an saw a transporter running down the street, at him, and obviously not intending to slow down.
The next the young tomcat could remember was that somebody pushed him away just in time. And that he hadn't been able to kiss Chris ever again.
"Can you see him?"
"No... or... wait," Kyle said and waved the todd closer. "There," the otter said and pointed down the hill.
Matt gasped as he saw Keith lying on a rock, just some metres down the cliff where they were standing. "That idiot..." he mumbled and quickly jumped over the fence.
Together with Kyle he pulled Keith' almost lifeless body up onto the square. "He's breathing..." Matt put his ear onto the cat's chest and sighed in relief. "He's just knocked out... And not bleeding much." Quickly Matt ripped his shirt to produce a bandage for the cat's head.
Kyle didn't know what else to do but standing and watching. He felt extremely guilty, he felt that he was the reason for all that. And now he couldn't even help. "I-Is he...?"
"He's gonna be alright..." Matt leaned closer. "Hey, my dear... Wake up for me..." The fox kisses the feline muzzle softly. "Please, Keith, please..." He didn't shake the cat's body, he just placed more kisses in the unconscious face. And Kyle was watching with growing worry.
And after some minutes Keith was really opening his eyes. The feline head turned a bit and looked up to the almost frozen mustelid boy. "Chris... I'm sorry..."
"Keith!" Matt hugged the weak cat and dragged him forcefully into the here and now. "Please, Keith... don't... don't do that ever again..."
"Matt..." Keith stuttered. "I..." The tomcat blinked and rubbed over his forehead. "I've got a headache..."
"But you're alright... That's what counts." Matt fastened his grip. "Keith... I love you..."
That made Keith' eyes go wider. He stared into the fox's eyes, and he didn't see what he was hoping for. "No... No, Matt, you don't." And the cat started to push the stunned fox away while getting up from the cold and hard ground. "We should go back, I don't like this place."
Matt stared at his former boyfriend, completely speechless. The other boy seemed so distant and so cold suddenly... he couldn't believe it. Not a single bit. He felt something had changed in Keith. And also in their relationship... It won't ever like before. And it was his fault. Matt was close to crying.
The cold and emotionless Keith stood up and looked at the otter boy, who was still unable to move. Keith hated him. He hated all otters. None of them had ever been nice to him, they always hurt him in a way much more painful than every physical hit could hurt. A kick into the face couldn't hurt that much. Otters abused him, left him alone, or just stole what he loved the most. How could Keith forgive them?
Keith came to the conclusion it was the best to leave. It was the best to collect his stuff from that mustelid's place and leave, as far away as possible. He won't ever come back, he would remain alone, he wouldn't ever do that mistake again, he won't ever trust anybody again.
The cat moved on without another word. Matt looked behind him, too stunned to get up. Kyle helped the fox, and the boys leaved the square on top of the highest mountain around.
It must be about three in the morning, Kyle figured. And it was still damned cold. Keith was walking on front of them, just in his shorts, and Kyle caught himself staring sometimes. It seemed very inappropriate right now, even if he couldn't help it. The otter boy felt himself dragged into a row, but he knew he wasn't completely innocent. He just had no idea at all what to do.
And he didn't feel good walking on the street. In this darkness they weren't very well visible. That's why he was trying to keep on the side, but Keith didn't care about anything. And Matt was crying now. Some tears fell down, and he sobbed quietly. That didn't make Kyle feel better, just feeling very helpless.
This day was screwed, completely screwed.
And now Keith turned around. A bad moment for it. Maybe he wanted to say something. Maybe he wanted to yell. Or just look at Matt who was crying for him. But he didn't had the occasion to form a sentence, because Kyle was faster. "Jeez, Keith, watch it!"
The rest moved like a dream. The car, Kyle pushing Keith away, Matt screaming under his tears, and the otter getting hit by the vehicle.