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A piercing, buzzing sound suddenly hit my ear and made me jump up from the couch. My mind was still hazy from the half bottle of wine. I looked at the fire alarm though groggy vision and quickly ran to the kitchen to see what was on fire. Everything was off. Confused, I looked into the bedrooms, and then stood next to the couch, listening for the source of the buzz.

With my ears finely tuned, I made my way over to a wall with an old plastic box sticking out. I pushed the button. "Hey, Jude?" a gravelly voice came through.

"Yes, this is him," I said into the box, unsure if it would even go through. No one had ever buzzed the call box before so I wasn't very keen on how to use it.

"I... uh, I left my backpack at your place."

"Oh... I can run it down quick," I said, looking at the stoic plastic.

"Can... can I come up?"

"... Yeah, sure.... Uhh..." I gazed at the unlabeled buttons on the box and pressed the other one. Another buzzing sound emanated from the box, so I held it down for a while before letting go. 'I better go down just in case,' I told myself, rubbing the last of the sleep from my eyes, slipping on some shoes and sneaking out into the hall.

I heard the elevator ding, and out came Darrick.

"Hey," I said, unsure of how to react to the situation.

"Sorry," he said, looking away.

"It's ok."

He looked up at me again. "Were you just going out?" he asked nervously. "I can come back later, I just-"

"No," I chuckled. I just came down because I didn't know if I did the door thing right. You're the first person to ever try it."

"Oh, ok."

We stood there in awkward silence as the elevator doors closed behind him. I motioned with my paw down the hallway, and he nodded, walking past me.

When we got into the apartment, I got his bag and handed it to him. He was looking around, standing in the middle of the room.

"I'm sorry about earlier," I said. He was still avoiding eye contact. "I didn't mean to, I just..."

"I thought... " he said quietly, "maybe, if you wanted to, we could, you know..." He looked at me. "Hang out again?" His eyes seemed bigger than usual. "If you have time, that is."

"Uh, sure! I don't have much going on today anyway, and Amanda is out on a trip and won't be back until late." I shifted on my feet. "Do you want to sit down?"

Darrick nodded and returned to his spot on the far end of the couch. I sat down in mine.

"I don't have any more wine, but if you want something else, I can get it."

Darrick gave a small shrug and looked down at the fabric of the couch.

I pursed my lips, trying to think of how to break the awkwardness in the room.

"So... What do you want to do? Talk? Watch a movie? I have a few games and stuff if you'd like." He just kept staring at the couch. "Or we can sit in silence, whatever is cool with you."

"Sorry."

"It's ok, you don't have to apologize."

Despite his apology, we sat in silence a little longer.

"Well," I said, starting to feel myself beginning to doze off. "I'm going to put in a movie."

He didn't move as I got up and dug through my box of DVDs, enjoying the small break from the awkward tension building in the room. I picked a comedy, something light hearted and dumb, hoping it would help. As it began to play, I sat down, placing my paw on the back of the couch. Darrick seemed content with the entertainment of the couch fabric, so I just watched the movie, figuring he'd come to in his own time.

About ten minutes into the movie, I felt the couch cushion shift, and Darrick had moved out of his corner and closer to the middle. I held in my smile, and kept looking at the screen to try and not scare him again.

I started laughing at a joke in the movie, and heard him chuckle too. With another shift, I could feel the warmth of his shoulder on my arm. He was close, but not quite touching. I waited for the next good laugh to scoot a little closer. Our hips touched, but he didn't shy away.

I looked over at him. His eyes darted back to the screen. I gently placed my paw on his shoulder. I felt something inside of me flutter at touching him again. His shoulder was firm under his shirt. I could feel him relax a little under my arm, and I nudged myself a little closer. He was so warm.

I felt him pull his arm out between us, and it quickly found its way across my shoulders. His fingers gently draped over me. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I pulled my arm out, and shifted over onto his chest. His hand slid down and gently gripped me. My heart was racing. Had he finally allowed me in? I hadn't been in his arms in so long. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment, unsure of how long it could last.

I gently took in his scent. It was different than I remember; a little more musky, but it stirred something inside of me. It was taking everything I had to not just turn my head and get a good whiff of his chest. He was so warm, and his arm fit perfectly behind my head. I pulled my legs up and curled into him more. I felt a cheek press against my head.

I wanted this to last forever. He laughed, gently bouncing me up, and I realized I wasn't even paying attention to the movie anymore. I dared take the risk and turned my head nuzzling in to him. His musk filled my nose, and I felt warm all over. I could hear his pulsing heart in my ear; he was so nervous. I could just fall asleep with him wrapped around me. I wanted a kiss, but I held back.

His chin shifted on my head. I wondered what he was thinking. It was just like old times, back before everything. In his arms, it was like time never had even skipped a beat. Every emotion I had back then was flooding to my head. I loved him just as much as I had before. I wondered if he felt the same.

I peeked my eyes open and tried to look up. I could just see the edge of his snout. I told myself not to, but I couldn't help it, I shifted my head and gave a little peck of my lips to the bottom of his chin. I stayed still, trying to measure any change in him. But he just kept watching the TV. I had tested fait too far, so I curled my head back into his chest and hoped I hadn't ruined anything.

His pulse stayed steady in my ear, and my face glowed in the warmth of his body. I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up to him gently rocking my shoulder. I blinked at the DVD menu going through its loop. I rubbed my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I must have dozed off, that was rude of me." I yawned and pulled up, stretching from staying curled up for so long. I looked at the deer. He was smiling for the first time since my birthday. I smiled back. "I lov..." I stopped myself. "Uh... I lost the remote. Just a sec."

I moved back down to the DVD player and popped it open. "Do you want to watch another one, or...?" I looked back at the deer, who looked up. I hadn't realized that I was on my paws and knees and had caught him staring at my butt. I held in a laugh and tried to cover up my blush as I stood up. "Want to see my room?"

Darrick nodded and stood up. I smiled as I grabbed his hand and led him down the hall.

"This is it, I said, flipping on the light and watching him walk in. I forgot the pile of dirty laundry in the corner, and when he turned, I quickly kicked it over, trying to make it look smaller. Some underwear caught on my toe, and I think he saw me struggle with it. "It's not much, but it suits me well, and the bed is comfortable."

He sat down on it.

I hesitantly walked over to the bed. Darrick was looking off into the distance, like he was focusing on something and lost in thought. I gently lowered myself onto the bed next to him. His eyes were still focused on something, but all that was in front of us was a blank wall. I shifted closer and rested my head on his shoulder. That seemed to pull him out of his trance and he looked down at me and smiled. I felt a hand wrap around my side and pull me a little closer. I pushed back on his arm and we fell back against the bed, looking up at the popcorn ceiling. I wiggled my way up a little further and stole a quick kiss on his cheek. His fur was soft against my lips. I waited for any response back, but Darrick just kept looking up at the ceiling.

I propped myself up on an elbow, leaned over and kissed him on the lips. My heart was pounding as I looked at his eyes, which slowly closed. I pulled away, fearing I had gone too far, but felt a hand on my shoulder as his lips pressed back against mine. An explosion of warmth erupted inside of me as I tucked a paw under his neck and fell deeply into the kiss.

It had been so long, but it was just like it was before. His new musky smell tickled my mind as I felt his heavy breathing match mine. I couldn't hold back anymore, and I kicked a leg across his hips without breaking the kiss.

I was on top of him now. He was so much bigger than before. My paws moved down to his muscular shoulders, and his moved down to my hips. I felt his pectoral muscles through his shirt and my cock ached as it pulsed against the insides of my pants. I didn't think I'd be that turned on by muscles; or maybe it was just finally having Darrick back, but I had a deep primal urge to be a part of him again. Darrick must have been feeling the same thing, because in a rumble of huffs, grunts, and curious paws, our shirts suddenly ended up across the room. My kisses moved down his neck, and to his muscular chest. My fingers ran across his abs. I felt his hand grip down on my thigh as my palm found the tip of a sizable lump in his pants. I looked down. I remembered it was big, but it must have grown even more. I popped the button on his pants and slid down the zipper. Darrick was panting and looking down. I tugged down to pull his pants down past his thick thighs. His underwear was barely holding back his cock that stretched up and past his hip. With another tug, the thick rod was swaying in front of my muzzle.

Yep, bigger.

I grasped the base and watched Darrick moan as he pushed his head back. His hands clenched at the sheets as I pulled up. He looked like he was about to explode and I had barely even done anything yet. I leaned forward and slid the tip into my mouth. The hot, soft head slid into my mouth; just barely enough room. I gently suckled as my paws moved up and down the pulsing shaft. I could hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier and his hips started to push forward.

His moans began to be more pronounced, like his trying to say something. I tasted a spunky shot along my tongue and speed up. He was cumming early, but that just leaves more time for more fun later, and I want that hot load down my throat.

"NaAaa-" I hear him mutter out. I suck harder.

His hips start to shake and his muscles tense up. I feel my mouth fill with hot jizz. I swallow as fast as I can, but it's followed by another mouthful. I picture that filling my ass and I hear him moaning again.

"Na-a... nuh... no" he said between breaths. "No! NO!" he begins to yell.

I feel the cock pull out from my moth with enough speed that I can't swallow and my mouth dribbles. I look up in confusion at Darrick who is standing next to the bed, panting, holding a pillow over his crotch, looking frantically around the room.

"Darrick? Is everything ok?"

The deer's eyes move to me, and his look of fear turns to anger. "Fuck you" he said with an icy coldness, his chest still heaving as he caught his breath.

"W-what do you mean?" I say, sitting up on my knees, shifting my aching boner in my pants with my thumb.

"AGAIN?!" he yelled, his eyes moving down to the pillow over his hips.

"Darrick," I say, reaching a paw out to his shoulder.

He violently smacks it away, and I recoil, holding on to my wrist as it pulses with pain. My heart is racing, trying to figure out what is happening.

"Every GOD DAMN time!" he yells at me. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

I feel tears well up in my eyes. "Darrick, what's wrong?"

"You! You god damn faggot!"

My heart sunk into my stomach.

"Every time I let you in," Darrick said, stepped back away from the bed, "you end up seducing me."

"Darrick," I sniffled. "I... I just thought." I scooted off the bed closer to him.

"Get the hell away from me!" Darrick yelled in panic. He looked down at my desk, grabbed the lamp and threw it at me. It hit my forearm and broke.

"Darrick!"

He grabbed a book and aimed at my head, backing up towards the door. I doge the book and jumped up, furious.

"Darrick! Stop!"

He dropped the pillow, pulled up his pants, and grabbed another book, hurling it at me, and just missing my shoulder. I jumped at him, as he reached for a fan.

I felt a fist hit my cheek and I was on the floor. I saw spots, as I watched Darrick continue to throw things at me. I curled up in a ball, trying to protect myself. He was screaming and punching walls. I tightened my ball and he moved into the living room where I heard him crash more things around. Tears streamed down my face.

"Maybe this will teach you to ever speak to me again, you fucking fag."

The door slammed and then there was silence. I didn't uncurl from my ball for a while, it hurt too much to even try.