# Second Chances - Chapter 30

Author: Otter Miqmah
Tags: Anger, Deer, Drama, Fox, Gay, Gay Relationships, M/M, Oral, Story Series, Violence (Not In Yiff)

#41 of Second Chances

Darrick find himself in a dizzy place.

'It's just a quick in and out... that's all,' I repeated in my head as I pressed the buzzer button.&nbsp; Nothing, followed by a static popping noise, and then continued silence.&nbsp;

"Hey, Jude?" I said into the box, unsure if it was even one of those types of buzzers.&nbsp; I thought about running, but my finger was still on the button.&nbsp; The night air was cold on my nose as I stood.&nbsp; I could just see my breath swirl in the glow of the aging, yellow light above the door.&nbsp;

"Yeah, this is him," a crackling voice came through the call box. I could barely make his voice out from the static.&nbsp;

"I... uh," I said, feeling my throat get dry. "I left my backpack at your place."

"Oh," Jude replied.&nbsp; "I can run it down quick."

My brain had a momentary lapse in judgment as I felt the words "Can I come up" dart from my mouth.&nbsp; There was a long pause, where I felt my skeleton curl up inside of my body.&nbsp;

"Yeah, sure..."

I heard the box shriek and the door lock click.&nbsp; I opened it.&nbsp; I felt hollow as I walked in and went up the elevator.&nbsp; The air became thin as it ascended.&nbsp; Each floor felt like its own mountain, and I could sense myself fading away from reality. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, or maybe just pure nerves, but when the door opened, I was numb.&nbsp; My limbs moved, and I guess I was saying words, because Jude was having a conversation with me, but I was not aware of what was going on.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion in my brain, but my eyes were seeing it in double time.&nbsp; I realized that we were watching a movie, and then I felt something pressing against my side.&nbsp; I glanced down.&nbsp; Jude was curled up next to me.&nbsp; I wasn't sure what to do, so I just sat there.&nbsp; Or maybe I didn't.&nbsp; I was still numb and my brain felt like it was in another room.&nbsp;

Why am I here?&nbsp; Where am I?&nbsp; What is going on?

Everything felt hazy, like it was made of watercolors, like it was all a dream I had walked into accidentally.&nbsp;

Maybe that's what it was... a dream.&nbsp; I was actually at home, under a blanket.&nbsp; That's why it felt warm.&nbsp; That's why nothing felt real.&nbsp;

A tug of my hand, and suddenly the watercolors around me shifted to a bedroom.&nbsp; I looked up and the fox was on top of me.&nbsp; He was kissing me.&nbsp; It felt good.&nbsp; The hues around me blushed and swirled.&nbsp; I gave into the dream, and a heat passed through me as I gripped the vividly painted fox, pulling up his shirt.&nbsp; The soft colors on his chest slipped through my fingers, and I felt something brush against my cock.

The swirls pulsed as a wet muzzle moved over my tip.&nbsp; I griped at the hazy world around me, feeling dizzy.&nbsp; Things spun and churned around me, faster and faster.&nbsp; The warmth faded and my arms were suddenly very cold.&nbsp; The cloud of blue I had anchored myself to felt rough and fabric-like in my hand.&nbsp;

I tried to yell out, but my mouth was still numb.&nbsp; I felt something tighten on my cock, sucking the last of the warmth from me.&nbsp; With a pop, I felt my balls tighten and the hot fluid flow from my tip.&nbsp; I looked down as the spinning world shifted back into place; the stacking puzzle pieces of a dark room and Jude with my cock halfway down his throat.&nbsp; As my orgasm fractured into shards, I finally felt my mouth function,

"No!" I yelled with all the air left in my lungs.&nbsp;

I scrambled back, grabbing a pillow off of the couch and covering myself up.&nbsp; My hoofs stumbled, trying to regain balance as my eyes darted around the room.&nbsp; How did I get here?&nbsp; Was this real?&nbsp; If felt more real with each second.

"Darrick?" I heard Jude ask.&nbsp; "Is everything ok?"

I looked at the fox.&nbsp; He was still on the bed, a pronounced erection in his pants, and cum still on his chin.&nbsp; I felt the anger well up inside of me like a tea kettle on boil. "Fuck you."

"What do you mean?" he stammered.

Black rings formed around my vison as a lightheaded sensation washed over me.&nbsp; "AGAIN?" I shifted the pillow at my crotch and felt the slick wetness.&nbsp; I couldn't believe he would do this.&nbsp;

"Darrick," Jude said, reaching a paw out for me.&nbsp;

My arm impulsively shot out and hit it away.&nbsp; I was half naked with my cock out, and feeling extremely vulnerable.&nbsp; His touch was like acid.&nbsp; I felt my breath get heavier and heavier and I started to feel numb again.&nbsp; My mind was racing, trying to figure out how this could have happened.&nbsp; "Every GOD DAMN time!&nbsp; WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"&nbsp; I was all but foaming at the moth, glaring at the fox.&nbsp; He looked scared.&nbsp; Good.

"Darrick, what's wrong?"

Of all the things to ask with my cum still dripping down his face!&nbsp; "YOU!&nbsp; You god damn faggot!!&nbsp; Every time I let you in, you end up seducing me!"

"Darrick, I... I just thought," he said, moving off the bed towards me.

"Get the hell away from me!" I said, moving backwards and bumping into a desk.&nbsp; I looked down, grabbed a lamp, and threw it at the advancing fox.&nbsp;

"Darrick!"&nbsp; He hit the lamp out of the air.

He didn't back down, so I grabbed a book off the desk and threw it at him, but he slipped past it.&nbsp; He yelled at me to stop.&nbsp; My heart was racing.&nbsp;&nbsp; I shifted towards the door, looking for anything else I could fend him off with.&nbsp; I dropped the pillow and stuffed my cock back in my pants.&nbsp; That must have excited him, because he lunged at me, and I reached for a fan sitting on a shelf, but he was getting closer, so I made a fist and socked him in the jaw.&nbsp;

My entire body was pulsing.&nbsp; Jude fell to the floor, but I didn't trust that he was actually down, so I grabbed a few more things and threw them at him just for good measure, as I backed out of the apartment, afraid to turn my back to him.&nbsp;

I felt something hit my shin and I lost my balance, falling over the coffee table, and catching a shelf on the way down.&nbsp; The stacks of books and objects crashed to the ground.&nbsp; In my fast-acting, adrenaline-pumped brain, I shouted out "Maybe this will teach you to ever speak to me again..." I eyed my backpack sitting on the floor.&nbsp; I grabbed it.&nbsp; "You fucking fag!"

I turned and bolted out of the door, letting it slam hard behind me.&nbsp; I ran all the way down the hall, flew down the stairs and ran to my apartment, not once stopping, and barely breathing.&nbsp;

My key refused to find the lock opening as it tapped against the metal circle on my front door.&nbsp; My hands were shaking.&nbsp; I felt like my blood was on fire, and I couldn't stop.&nbsp; I dropped the keys and broke down.&nbsp; I slid down the glass door, sobbing into my arms.&nbsp; How could I have let this happen again?

My arm was soaked in tears by the time I felt my hands stop shaking.&nbsp;

I sat in the cool night air for a long time.&nbsp; I didn't know what time it was, but by the time I moved, the sky had begun to lighten from the morning sun. My eyes burned and my body was sore.&nbsp;

I moved my wobbly hooves inside, and noticed through the glass window of my mailbox that I had a letter.&nbsp; Curious, I opened the box and looked at the envelope.&nbsp; There was no return address, but the hand written words on the front were meant for me.&nbsp; The postal stamp had smeared.&nbsp; It was probably junk mail, so I folded it in my hand and headed up, craving the sweet, soft embrace of my bed.

I dropped the letter on the card table in my living room, and went to wash my face.&nbsp; I scrubbed, trying to get the flashing visions out of my head.&nbsp; I wanted to take a shower and wash the night off of me, but my feet were so tired and my eyes so heavy, I didn't think I'd made it.

I stumbled back to the kitchen for a glass of water for my dried out mouth, and the letter caught my eye again.&nbsp;

I threw myself down at the chair, and looked at it, spinning the bent envelop in circles on the table.&nbsp; With a sigh, I opened it, expecting some brightly colored ad trying to get me to buy used school books or something, but the glare of a white paper with more handwriting sent a shock to my brain, waking me up.

I unfurled the folds.&nbsp; It was several sheets long. My eyes focused on the small writing.

'_Darrick,_

_'I apologize for not putting a return address on the envelope, but I figured if you saw who it was from, you wouldn't open this.&nbsp; This is your mother.'_

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