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Elliot heaved the laundry basket through the glass door. The stale and artificially floral scented air of the laundromat was a welcome respite from the chilly night. Though it was short lived as he had to double back to his car to retrieve the detergent and overstuffed laundry bag. The place was empty and the pop music coming through the speakers built into the walls did nothing but accentuate that fact. He and Milo moved after some deliberation. The otter had gotten a job offer from a tech company based in Ohio of all places. But the pay was good, almost too good to be true.

The mouse settled in front of a washer that claimed proudly that it had the capacity for "5 mega-loads" or some other such nonsense. He smiled to himself, thinking of the misconceptions he'd had about gay relationships before he'd started taking Lavinol. Lavinol was the magic pill that had flipped a switch in his head and let him indulge in what had proven to be the best relationship of his life. As he used the faux silver machine to get change Elliot was thankful. Even this small, quiet moment was blissful.

The rape was something Elliot had to learn to deal with, but it was easier with time. Two years and the conviction of Dr.Stone had made it much more manageable. Still, flashes of the whimpering mess the doctor transformed him into take him over on occasion. All of the dirty clothes fit into the washer and he was pleasantly surprised. Until he glanced at the red led screen demanding $8 in quarters.

As the washer kicked up the mouse leaned back and watched as it filled with water and began to tumble. He'd nothing to do, Milo was sleeping in their new house and they hadn't had time to make friends in town. Hell, they were still waiting on their new washer and dryer to be delivered. That had mostly been Elliot's fault. He'd fallen into a rut. But was it really a rut if he was content? Either way he'd put off appliance shopping far too long.

Suddenly he saw it. A news alert on his phone that he was idly messing with. It was older, he wouldn't have even found out if he didn't look through his past notifications. 'Controversial 'Gay Pill' Under FDA Investigation' The mouse's wrist rolled involuntarily and his phone clattered out of his paw.

"Fuck," He took a deep breath and picked it back up. As he read the article he'd fallen back against a wall, more obscenities slipping from his lips. Several people had died. Lavinol's safety was being called into question when it came to extended use. Some doctors were calling for it to be made illegal. He sat in the floor, distraught. All Elliot could think of was the first time he and Milo had made love.

-

A disheveled white sedan blared its horn, the sole occupant yelling obscenities as it sped up to pass. Milo's paw clutched the wheel from the passenger seat.

"Jesus, Elliot!" The otter's eyes were wide with fright.

"Sorry, sorry." Elliot snapped out of his brain fog. He grit his teeth to prevent insulting himself.

"Hehe, it's alright. Just pay a little attention next time." The otter playfully punched his shoulder and, strangely, the mouse felt a bit better. "I mean, I just like to be alive when I'm eating dinner." Milo giggled to himself.

"I know, I'm just a bit nervous. It's weird isn't it?" The part that the mouse was nervous about was the pill he had taken daily for the past two weeks. It had admittedly removed the sexual yearning for his ex, but he more felt disinterested in sex than anything. What if he had to go back and get the dosage adjusted?

"Worst case scenario we just go back to being roommates." Milo rubbed his arm, trying to be reassuring. Elliot could only think of the doctor.

"Ah, you're far too optimistic," The mouse grinned darkly. "At the top of my worst case scenarios list is an unlikely series of events that end with one or both of us murdered."

"Oh? And who'd the killer be?"

"Your dad."

"Point taken," Milo lit a cigarette. The car grew silent.

"He's kind of retarded though, we could always slip out the back of the restaurant. Drive out somewhere far away." That had actually been one of the mouse's long standing fantasies. Starting a new life. "If you're into that kind of thing."

"Oh, no, totally." Milo blew smoke out of the window and it was torn away by the passing air. "But what would we change our names to?"

"Avery and Jackson Mills," Elliot said without a thought.

"So we'd be a married couple?" The otter took another indulgent drag. Elliot could feel his fur grow hot, slightly embarrassed at what he'd inadvertently implied. "I can't believe you'd name me Jackson, though. Lyric. I've always liked that name."

"Avery and Lyric then?"

"Nah, that's letting you go too easy. It's gonna be Lyric and something annoying like Mitchell."

"Mitchell? Like an accountant with...B.O?" The mouse scrunched up his face.

"Yeah, that's what you get for naming me Jackson, ya jerk." The otter giggled some more.

The rest of the car ride was spent talking about the imaginary lives they'd lead. Definitely credit card fraud, at least at first until they could find steady jobs. They'd find some tranquil town and Lyric would sell his art while staying home with their adopted cubs. Avery would work a regular job, but only until his writing career took off. It did sound wonderful.

Elliot tried to act casual waiting for Milo to come back from the bathroom, absently swiping through memes on Reddit. A smile teased at his lips when the otter made his way toward the padded bench where he sat with the other waiting patrons. "They said it'd be a fifteen minute wait," Elliot huffed a little and pointed his phone towards Milo and he let out a chuckle at the image that referenced psuedoincestual porn. As they waited they continued to scroll through memes. The mouse found himself feeling warm and giddy when Milo leaned against his shoulder.

"Two for Jackson?" The hostess looked between the benches expectantly. Elliot nudged Milo when she called a second time.

"You didn't!" The otter said in a whispered shout.

"That's us," Elliot jumped up. "I apologize for Jackson, he's hard of hearing ever since the accident." Milo hid his face with a paw as Elliot led him to follow the hostess to their booth. There were hushed exchanges about the embarrassment as they sat next to each other and browsed their menus.

Dinner was different. They had been together on nights out before, but that was as friends. Elliot had never paused to watch the way the otter drank wine, sipping at first and taking long thirsty gulps by the second glass. Elliot never noticed the quiet sadness they'd both shared. Dysfunctional families, shitty friends and a longing for something more. Elliot never noticed how simply brushing a paw across the otter's fur could feel more real than anything he'd ever experienced.

Milo's lips caught the mouse off guard and time seemed to stop. Elliot could see it all in his head; the dim lit table, the other patrons around them, the way he froze and sat with his eyes wide open. "When do we-" Elliot said into Milo's lips. He was shushed and was kissed again as the otter's paws gripped his head and neck. Only this time he didn't freeze.

Everything was a blur as they left the restaurant, both wanting nothing more than to feel each other. A tangle of groping paws and fur stumbled through the hallways to their apartment. Elliot pinned Milo to the apartment door, his tongue buried deep in the otter's mouth and paws running up and under his shirt. Once inside the mouse pulled off Milo's shirt and jacket then carelessly kicked the door shut. Elliot threw off his hoodie as he followed the otter to his bedroom.

Milo fell against the bed, Elliot straddling him. The otter grabbed his ass as Elliot ground their cocks together through their jeans. He was panting as his paws pulled up the mouse's shirt then ran up his speckled chest. The otter could feel his body contort as his nipple was suddenly being licked and bitten.

Looking up at Elliot's slight frame the mustelid was surprised by the way he took control, demandingly tearing off his pants before pinning him again with another barrage of tongue, lips and teeth. "Lube?" He managed in a shallow rasp and waved his paw to his night stand. "It's in the top drawer." Milo lightly played with his erection while he watched Elliot rush to get rid of his needless clothing. He let out a small squeal of shock when the light was flicked on and covered his body with the tangled blanket next to him.

"What's the matter?" The mouse smirked and walked towards the edge of the bed, purple tube in paw. Milo could swear he looked like a different person. Confidence and a certain, singular hunger overtaking his usually sad eyes and frown laden muzzle.

"Nothing- ah, I'm not exactly beach ready," He was kneading at the blanket clutched to his chest. Milo wanted to say that he was fat, ugly, stupid. So very stupid for even thinking about getting involved with his roommate.

Then the warmth of the mouse's slim chest against his head made him realize his eyes were clenched shut. Slowly he opened them to the sight of the room now dimly lit from the open door and the sound of the mouse's thudding heart. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Elliot whispered and softly pulled at the blanket. Milo let it slip from his paws and the mouse let it drop off into the darkness enveloping the floor.

Elliot found the otter's half hard cock, silhouetted by soft light and crouched to lap its tapering shaft and the thick base that shrank a bit back into it's sheath. His tongue followed the contour up as it started to harden and swirled his tongue around the oblong and somewhat bent tip. The rodent tried to take the full length into his mouth in a move he hoped seemed practiced, but gagged and settled for sucking out the pre that dribbled from the tip while his paw worked the shaft. Elliot was especially intrigued by the slightly wrinkled ring that was halfway down and the way the otter bucked and whimpered when he twisted his fingers around it slowly.

When Milo was fully erect again Elliot reached for the lube, his memory guiding him rather than sight. His paw found it in the mess of sheets and it opened with a satisfying click.

"Oh!" The otter jumped up at the cold and viscous liquid covering his cock. It was quickly joined by Elliot's paw, warming it with friction.

"You ready?" Milo saw the glint of Elliot's grin in the light from the doorway. He could only nod. The mouse mounted him and guided the otter's cock beneath his tail in a smooth motion, Elliot's grunt breathing life into the shadowy room. He waited barely a moment to get used to the length before his knees and hips worked to pump his cock in and out of his hot, tight ass.

"Oh god," The mustelid muttered as Elliot bounced his ass against his thighs. He was scratching at the mouse's scrawny chest. "Oh, fuck! Oh Elliot!" His breathe and body's heat filled the bed and he was silenced by Elliot's tongue as he found it buried in his maw. Only moans could emanate from his throat and those would break into long huffs of pleasure when he turned away to breathe.

"Fuck," The word slipped from the mouse unknowingly as he worked Milo's dick. He doubled his efforts feeling Milo's cock pounding into his prostate.

"Mmm, mmm!" The otter demanded wordlessly and patted against Elliot's chest. The mouse relented his oral onslaught and Milo traced down his body to the mouse's pre slicked length as it glistened in the dim light. He pumped it quickly with a paw and found his other paw pinned down in Elliot's own. Milo's moans grew quicker and higher as he was driven closer and closer to the edge without reprieve. "Elliot!" He huffed out in a strangled gasp as his balls pulled tight against his body and cum gushed inside Elliot's warm tailhole. His body twisted and jerked with the electric sensation racing through it.

Elliot's movements came slower and jerkier. He let out a soft growl as he plunged down on the otter's cock a final time and he painted Milo's chest and stomach with a pearlescent sheen. The mouse's lips met with the otter's even while he was frozen with overwhelming bliss. The mouse pulled himself off of Milo's softening cock and fell to his side.

The mustelid laid against Elliot's chest and listened to his heart pounding and his lungs pushing out hot and heavy air. When all was calm the otter still softly traced a chestnut brown splotch just off center of the mouse's solar plexus. After sometime he murmered "I think this is my favorite spot."

"Hmm?" The rodent was still recovering. Milo pushed the splotch his finger traced for emphasis. "Nnngn!" Elliot's body twitched radically.

"Oh? You don't like that?" Milo giggled and pressed the spot again.

-

Milo woke to the sound of the front door slamming. It was a new house and his sleep was light because of the change of scenery. Heavy footsteps came up the stairs and Elliot, looking shaken dropped a heavy plastic bag to the floor of the bedroom. "What's wrong?" The otter sat up suddenly.

Elliot could feel the lie coming before he said it. Before he even thought of lying something in his body knew it was coming. "Nothing," He offered a weak smile. "Long day."