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Darius touched the small of Calvin's back, making the crow start. When he saw it was just the broad rhino standing behind him, his eyes lit up but he glanced around the crowded hall. None of the high schoolers seemed to care about the intimate little touch. "Little risky don't you think?"

"Sorry, guess I wasn't thinking," the young rhino said. "I was just excited to see you."

"We saw each other at band this morning," Calvin said.

"Yeah but that was six hours ago," Darius said.

"That you spent texting me. Do you want to get caught? Come on and save the sweet stuff for when we get to my car."

The crow pulled some books from the locker behind him and shut the door. When he faced the rhino, he was texting someone. "Just letting my dad know we're on our way."

"You nervous?"

"Terrified."

In a quick slip, Calvin squeezed the rhino's larger grey hand in his black, scaled one. It was only a moment, but the risk made Darius' chest flutter. "I'll be right there with you, Dari."

The two, nervous high school seniors walked out into the school parking lot together. They kept a mindful distance between themselves, a practiced, concentrated walk to keep anyone from thinking their relationship was anything but two platonic friends. Just two teenage boys: A slim crow with almost glossy, black-blue tail-feathers poking between an ill-fitted polo and loose black jeans. And by his side, Darius made the crow seem even smaller. He inherited most of his father's height and the broadness of his shoulders. Though he lacked a lot of his father as well: his charismatic smile, his toned and cut figure, the black trimmed beard and the thick wiry hair on his arms and chest. He dad told him he'd come into it all on his own, except maybe the muscle. Band involved hours of running, marching, and carrying his drum kit around, so he wasn't out of shape by any means, but no one mistook him for a jock.

The closer the couple got to the car, the faster they walked. It was almost as if the promise of privacy rushed them along until they both fell into the silver sedan Calvin inherited from his parents. The car was almost twenty year old, and the exhaust spat and ignition hissed while Calvin got the car started. While he did, Darius was rubbing the crow's thigh. Calvin had been giving Darius rides to and from school even before they were dating.

The dingy, car was where Darius first came out to his friend as bisexual. They'd been in a mall, having just run in from a rain. Darius remembered fighting not to cry, feeling shame for what he felt towards guys, but also feeling shame for showing Calvin how scared he was to be like him. He'd known his friend was gay for a while, and, after Darius came out, their relationship evolved as most male friendships do when they both realized how much deeper they could go with each other.

But they still went to a school infested with bullies and homophobes, lived in a town that was all conservative suburbs and rural ranches clustered round Baptist Churches. Darius' house was only a ten minute drive from the high school, and after they got five minutes away from the campus did he feel safe enough to kiss Calvin's cheek. The crow said, "You want to go over the plan again?"

"We wait till dinner is almost over, I tell dad I have something to say."

"And what do you say?"

"I say, 'Dad, I love you and I don't want you to be mad or disappointed with me but I'm bisexual and me and Calvin have been dating and we've been really happy together and I don't want to hide anything from you anymore."

"Maybe not all in one breath?"

Darius sighed, then looked out the passenger window. "Cal?"

"Yeah, Dari?"

"What if he gets real mad? Like, really mad at the both of us."

"He won't," Calvin said and glanced at his boyfriend before grabbing a hand and clasping it in his. "And if he does, my parents will let you live with me. We'll pack a bug out bag for you before dinner, just in case."

Darius knew Calvin was joking. He pulled the hand to his lips and kissed it. "I'll throw some clothes in your trunk."

Calvin was nervous, but now wasn't the time to show Darius any of that. It was a big step for his boyfriend, and neither of them were sure how the rhino's dad would take it. Unlike Calvin's parents, who were supportive and knew about the two's relationship, Mr. Hart was totally silent when it came to queer folk. It was like they didn't exist. That could truly be worse news for the two seventeen year-olds than the man being an out and out homophobe. But Calvin had given his parents the heads up about what tonight would be--he was only half kidding about Darius living there if it came to that.

Calvin had never spent more than a few minutes in the duplex the two rhinos lived in. In part because he wanted to be sure not to give anything away about him and Darius. It was an old, two-floor townhouse split in two with a family of four living in one half. Darius and his dad lived in the other half, most of their furnishings old, rundown, or thrifted. His dad didn't make much money as a firefighter, but, for the most part, he did a good job of providing for Darius. They pulled into the driveway, parking behind Darius' dad's pickup and headed inside--Calvin with an overnight bag in hand.

As Darius unlocked the door, Calvin remembered the other reason he sort of kept some distance between himself and Mr. Hart. Darius didn't even get the door unlocked before it flew open and a rhino, even bigger than Darius beamed and said in a deep, warm voice, "Been waiting for you two boys to get home."

Darius' dad was really hot.

The button up he wore was tightly fit around the clear outlines of his pecs and huge biceps, his jeans looked like they could barely contain his thighs, which were just as shapely. The rhino's golden eyes and toothy grin had the confidence to make boys like Calvin go stupid. Both his horns were polished and well cared for. His jet black hair was grown just slightly enough to be a handsome kind of messy, and his matching beard was well trimmed. His chest hair teased from the opening at the top of his shirt, which made Calvin long to bury his face there and live in that male scent--

No, he was here for his boyfriend. Support Darius, don't salivate over the other hunky, older rhino in the room. Especially given how tonight might go.

Mr. Hart ushered them inside and shut the door behind them. He said, "You boys can go get settled upstairs if you want. I'm gonna start getting the grill out back ready."

"Okay dad, you need any help?"

"Nah, son, less you wanted to keep your old man company."

"I'll be fine, I think."

"Figured. Calvin?"

The crow was a bit rigid when he faced him. "Yes, sir?"

"Call me, Will, kid."

"Uh... sure, um--"

"Anyways, there's sodas and water in the fridge. You need anything don't be a stranger. I'm sure Darius can point you where things are in the kitchen. I'll call you boys down once the brats are done."

Of everyone nervous in the house, though, it was Will who hid it best. It helped he had a lifetime of practice hiding parts of himself. He wanted to make a good impression on his son's friend so they both knew Calvin was welcome over any time. They seemed close, and lately Darius seemed more and more eager to not be in the house. It was fine, weekends alone meant he could take care of certain... needs. But the single-dad knew his son wasn't long for this town. He could feel the boy eager to get out soon as he could. And while Will didn't blame him, a weekend together was something he wanted to cherish with those boys.

Even before he became a fire-fighter, Will learned how to put his nerves into productive energy. So when he called the boys down to dinner, it was in a vibrant boom that could be hard through the ceiling. Both rushed down, still in their school clothes as they stiffly took seats at the small round table in the corner of the kitchen. It seated four but Will almost never had that many people over.

"Hope you're okay with paper plates, Calvin."

The edges of Calvin's beak turned up in a genuine smile. "No problem, Mr--er Will." The crow was cute with a smile. The tufts of feather got fine and bushy where his beak met it, and the softness--

Will caught himself and forced his gaze on the table as he set down the plates. In the center of the table was a big ceramic plate of bratwursts with buns and fixings where someone might have sat if they had a fourth person. Will had sprung for the nice brats and buns, and felt proud of the food in front of them even if it was modest.

Rather than take a seat, he asked, "You boys want something to drink?"

Both boys chimed in at the same time:

"Water for me, dad."

"Water's fine."

The teenagers gave each other a look that, had Will been less nervous, he might have picked up on something more than two boys being awkward. He poured two glasses of water for the boys and grabbed himself a beer. Without thinking, he placed the rim of the lid on the edge of the table and in a practiced motion smacked the bottle down. The cap came off in a satisfying pop, and when he looked up both boys were staring at him. He scratched the back of his head and tried to grin. "Sorry boys, next time I'll use a bottle opener. Forget sometimes I'm not a bachelor anymore."

Along the rim of the old, wood table, were the scratches of many bottles he'd opened that way over the years.

Dinner went well. Will's ease and warmth made both boys to relax. Will talked to them about the way band was going, their teachers and schoolwork, a bit about his job, and both Calvin and Will shared an embarrassing story they had about Darius. Will felt really good. He got up to get his second beer, and everyone at this point was done eating when Darius said, "Uh, dad?"

Will said as he grabbed the bottle opener from a drawer, "Yeah, son?" Pop.

"I need to tell you something."

Will frowned and faced the table. All those nerves were back in his boy, and suddenly Will felt scared. Had his son gotten in trouble? Was there something Will had done to upset them?

"What's wrong, hun?" Will only used the term of endearment when he thought Darius was going to cry. Much as Will had mixed feelings about it, his son loved to cry and he'd learned how to comfort the boy as he grew up.

Darius shook his head. "Nothing, is it okay if you sit down for this."

Will did as he was asked. "Did you get some girl pregnant?"

This got a strange, nervous laugh from Calvin.

"The opposite, dad."

Oh... It fell into place faster than his son could tell him.

"I'm bisexual dad, and me and Calvin here have been dating for a while, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner I was just so scared and I love you but I was afraid you might--"

"It's okay, son," Will heard himself say. The words felt very far away. His heart was thundering, and he knew he needed to stop his arm from trembling but...

Both boys were leaned away from him in their chairs.

His son's voice sounded pained. "Is it?"

Will hated that. It hurt worse than--fuck. He shoved his feelings down and laid his hand open on the table. Darius looked at it, then met Will's gaze.

He said, "Darius..." his son picked up on what he wanted and soon the two squeezed each other's hands on the table. "You know why I named you that, son?"

"Umm, uh--"

"You're mom wanted something basic--a Chuck or Riley, but I said no, my son needs a name that's got power and courage behind it."

"Dad?"

"What I mean is... fuck..." Will couldn't meet his son's eyes, and he wished Calvin would just disappear though now he knew all too well why the crow was here. His arm still shook. He didn't know why he couldn't just tell his son the truth. After pursing his lips, wrestling with it on his tongue, he gave up on it. He chose instead, "I love you son, no matter who you're with or who you become. I spent the last seventeen years of my life fighting for you, and nothing you could say or do would stop me from spending the rest of my life fighting for you."

And Will pulled away, and, knowing his chance to come clean had passed, with it went his nerves. Replaced by a mixture of relief and grief. He put on his face again and winked at Calvin. "That doesn't mean you two can go on a crime spree, but you're welcome here as often as you want, Calvin. I'll make sure to knock if you're both in Darius' room, and long as you both keep quiet enough the neighbors don't get disturbed we should be fine."

Calvin was beaming. Darius was staring at his dad in shock, but the crow wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and hugged him close, nuzzling beak to cheek. Darius jaw opened and his lips quivered a little. Will could tell he was about to cry.

"You gonna be okay, son?"

He nodded and the waterworks started. Will didn't want to watch this. The source of his son's catharsis made the older rhino feel like he completely failed Darius as a father.

He turned to the doorway out the kitchen and said, "I'm going to go upstairs to the office. I imagine you both have some talking to do. You need anything just knock, alright?"

From behind him he heard his son say, "I love y-y--" he sniffed, "you dad."

Fuck. Will summoned his smile and faced his son. "I love you, too, son. You boys take care." When he walked out of the room, his face was twisted with ache.

"It feels like a dream," Darius said, lying on his back with Calvin pressed to his side. Both boys were in their underwear: baggy boxers for the rhino and tight briefs for the crow.

Calvin slowly rubbed his hand up and down Darius' grey chest. "Honestly, what your dad said was kinda like--I was a bit jealous. When I came out my mom said, 'Oh yeah, we knew, can you take out the trash now?' And that was it."

"Weren't you happy they were so... I don't know, normal about it?"

Calvin shrugged. "I don't know, you hear these stories online about super moving things your parents say after you come out. I guess I'm jealous you got one of those and all I got were chores."

Darius rolled on his side so they were like a pair of facing parenthesis. "I'm glad one of us was happy with it."

"You weren't? He basically said we could come and go as we pleased and fuck here whenever we want."

"I don't know... the more I think about that moment the more it feels like something was eating him up inside."

"Hmm, you don't think it wasn't just the shock?"

"I guess that could be the case. I saw his face right before I told him, I don't think he ever guessed it until then."

Calvin rested the tip of his beak right under Darius' chin. "Don't overthink it, Dari. Your dad's really cool."

Darius slipped his hand under Calvin's head to cup it. "You know, so much of this year has felt too good to be true, maybe I just couldn't believe one more thing would go this well."

"Oh yeah?" The tip of the crow's beak turned in a smile. "What's felt too good to be true?"

"Being able to fall in love and date your best friend."

The crow shoved his shoulder. "Dork," but the crow was still smiling. The crow rolled onto his back. "I think, I need to admit something to you now, though."

Darius sat up, "What's wrong, Cal?"

"It's serious--it may be the biggest reason why we can't hang around here all the time."

Darius brow furrowed and his ears went down. "Quit screwing around and tell me."

Calvin said, "Your dad is really hot."

"Cal!" The rhino tried to shove the crow off his bed.

The avian fought with him, laughing. "What? I'm just saying--he's a really--oof." Darius shoved a pillow in his face. The rhino felt flustered by what Calvin said. Calvin yanked the pillow away and accused, "Why are you blushing?"

Darius almost went into the other room. He settled for a hard kick that shoved the crow off his bed. It was hard to tell if the fall or his squawk made the louder noise. He stood rubbing the small of his back. "Ugh, you didn't need to be mean, I was just teasing."

But Darius looked very serious. "Can you keep a secret, Cal?"

"I mean, I'm gay in the south, so I think I'm pretty good at it."

Darius, face still flushed, looked at Cal's tough, scaly feet when he said, "My dad's how I figured out I was into guys."

"Wait," Calvin knelt in the bed beside him. "You had a crush on your dad?"

"Argh, no, I have a crush on my dad."

"Dude... that's kinda... hot."

"Shut up--"

"I mean it! I'd love to get between a studly father/son duo like you two."

Darius groaned and fell back into bed. "What I was trying to say, enabler, is that if you think visiting is hard, imagine what living with him must be like."

Calvin was lying beside him again, now. "You ever try to see him naked, like when coming out of the shower?"

"Would you give it a rest--"

"You have--how big was he?" Calvin asked this as he started to grope his boyfriend's cock through his boxers. "Was he bigger than you?"

"I think so... it's hard to tell when he was soft..." Darius was starting to huff as Calvin kept rubbing his dick through the fabric.

"You're already pretty big, stud," Calvin said. "But you want your daddy bigger, don't you?"

"Fuck... Cal!" Darius squirmed in bed but he didn't stop the crow from stroking him.

"Is that why you asked for one of my toy's? You know I'm a complete bottom, so who else were you thinking of while you rode that fake dick?"

Darius whimpered and didn't answer, his boyfriend's sultry accusations made the rhino want to find that toy and ride it while he quietly moaned for his father.

"I bet every time you think of subbing it's your dad over you, under your tail, huh?" Will heard Calvin say through the door.

Worse was his son's soft moan.

"You want daddy's dick, don't you?"

"Y-y-yes..."

Will needed to move away from the door. He needed to go back to his room and stop listening, but he was so afraid to move and a creak of a floorboard incriminate him. As if the cock pushing its firm outline against his jeans wasn't enough incrimination. He felt dizzy. In his hands was a crumpled note he meant to read to his son since he couldn't seem to find the words on his own, but when he walked up to the door he'd heard the two boys playing. It must've been why they didn't hear him, and he meant to knock but then Darius insinuated some secret and he didn't want to interrupt and then he was just frozen and--

Fuck.

Darius' door had a hole in it, covered by a poster on his side of the bedroom and the boy totally forgot you could hear everything from the door.

Calvin was saying, "You know what I want?"

"H-hmm?"

"I want your dad on the bed right where you are, legs open, his big balls and fat cock hanging down. I want us both on our knees in front of him."

Almost in unison, both rhinos whimpered: "Fuck."

"I want him to tell us to worship his dick. You've thought about that, haven't you, Dari?"

Only a moan of ascent responded.

Without thinking, Will had unbuttoned his fly. His dick throbbed in the open air as he heard Calvin say, "He hasn't told you that you can yet. He wants you to beg." His dick was hard and its length nearly brushed the door.

"Please... dad--fuck--I just want to taste it... please." His son was practically mewling for his cock. Will couldn't stop from squeezing the hefty girth. Pre spilled on his hands and he shuddered. He was holding his breath--no longer to hide but to hear everything.

"He's got both those big hands on the back of our heads, he's rubbing our faces against that fat cock of his and pre is spilling down your cheek... What's his musk like?"

"Mmmph, he's been sweating from work and he's not showered--God Cal..."

"It's good right?"

"So good... he's so hot."

"You could practically smell him when he came in, and you were hard and needy right away huh?"

"Mhmm."

"You ever get that way in real life?"

"Yeah, sometimes I'll hug him and--without meaning to I have to go to my room and cum when I smell him."

"You got it bad, Dari."

"I need him."

"To fuck you?"

"Uh huh."

"To make you his little slut?"

Darius just moaned. Will was stroking his dick hard enough they would hear him if they weren't occupied. He didn't care. Why the fuck was this so hot? Why did he want to march in there and stack both teenagers together and take turns fucking them all night? It was like he was seventeen.

"Daddy's little pet slut."

"Cal... oh Cal..."

"Say who you really want here."

"Dad, fuck daddy, I'm gonna cum--" And it was like Will was at the terminal velocity of a fall. Will knew he was going to cum, too. His balls were pulled tight and he was panting now as he jerked his cock. Pre spilled on the floor and he didn't notice or care.

"Where do you want daddy to cum?"

"Inside me..."

Shit--Will bit down on his hand to keep from making a sound.

"You want to feel him filling you up?"

"Yes--"

Will's thick, throbbing dick was spilling seed freely into his pants as he pushed his cock into them.

"You want to taste your dad's cum in your mouth?"

"Fuck--"

There was so much of it, his balls and thigh felt wet withcum.

"You want his seed shot all over your face and body so you can smell like his cumslut?"

"Ah--dad!"

His son yelling for him could have been heard from down the hall. Will's whole body was shaking. The rhino had managed to press his cock back into his jeans before he came, and now he couldn't stop himself from rubbing his hard on through his pants as thick gouts of cum ruined them. He couldn't remember the last time someone made him cum that much, and those two boys did it with nothing but noise.

He apparently wasn't the only one.

"Shit, Dari, I don't know if I've ever gotten you to cum this much." His son groaned as the crow's husky voice said, "I bet your dad would leave you covered in even more cum, though."

Whatever fog had taken over Will's brain finally broke at that. He moved as his son moaned loudly and hoped it obscured the creak of the old floor as he rushed back to his room. He was still dangerously hard, and bad ideas of what he could do to both those boys were urging him to relieve a need he never thought he'd have.

He really did want to stop, but as he opened the door, he heard a long, satisfied moan from the crow as he got off to something, and suddenly Will pictured both boys lying in a cum covered heap together--exhausted, vulnerable, and totally willing to serve him. Soon he was falling at terminal velocity again.