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This story was written for Serling as part of my themed Patreon request day for November. This month's theme was "Reunion." The story contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

A Chance Encounter?

"Uh, excuse me? Sorry to bother you, but... Billy?"

William raised his gaze from the glass of whisky sat in front of him, blushing slightly as for a moment or so he thought that he had lost track of time and his... companion had already arrived, tracking him down to the hotel bar rather than his room as they'd previously arranged. When the otter glanced up however and turned his eyes towards the source of the voice, his eyes widened. He span around upon his bar stool, and his face burst into a wondrous grin as he regarded the well dressed blackbuck antelope standing before him.

"Holy shit! George?!"

The antelope's slightly nervous expression burst into a grin of his very own, and he sagged visibly with relief. The two men flung out their arms, and embraced tightly.

"God, I thought it was you. But I wasn't sure. It's been so long."

They held that hug for maybe five or six seconds, and both probably would have done so a little longer had they not worried about what their old friend might think. Drawing back, both men were slightly red in the face as they regarded one another once again. They were grinning though, shaking their heads in mutual disbelief.

"Jesus, George. How have you been? I... I can't believe you're here. What are the odds?"

Rising from his chair, the otter actually walked around the antelope in a quick circle as though just making sure that the other man wasn't some sort of illusion. For a moment when he returned to George's front he looked like he was going to lunge in for another hug all over again, but resisted. Instead he stuffed his hands in his pockets and just laughed, shaking his head once more in utter awe.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again. I know we exchanged addresses before your family moved away, but..."

The antelope nodded, shrugging and chuckling right back at William.

"Yeah, we both knew even back then that we weren't gonna be able to keep in touch. What high school kids want to spend their time writing letters to a friend they thought they'd never see again. I... I did miss you though. I hated my family for months for making us move, and at such short notice too. I know now that it was for the best, my dad kept that job he moved us to take right up to the day he retired. But, back then..."

He sighed, and smiled as yet again his eyes roamed up and down William's body. A fair bit skinnier than he had been back in his teenage years, and dressed in khakis and a blazer rather than jnco jeans and an over-sized t-shirt. But still, undeniably his old best friend, in the flesh. Unable to help himself, the antelope did go in for another hug, and he was relieved when he felt William sink into it, returning the embrace with several firm claps across the back.

"I missed you too, Skewer."

The otter whispered softly, George blushing and grinning at the nickname he hadn't heard, hadn't used since he moved away from that high school and William and all his other friends there. They held that hug for longer. Quite a bit longer actually, and only withdrew from it when George heard William curse under his breath. They parted, and the antelope watched as quickly William reached into his blazer's right pocket, pulled out his cell and checked the time. Again he cursed, and looked around nervously.

"Hey. Uh... fuck. Skewer, I... I kinda have an appointment tonight. I swear to fucking god I'm not blowing you off. Are you... listen, are you staying here? At the hotel? Because, if you are, or if you're around... I'd love it if we could catch up properly. But, tomorrow."

William frowned for a moment, then continued.

"But, if you're just in town tonight? Tell me, please. I'll blow off my appointment. This... seeing you, catching up... it's more important than what I had planned."

George felt a pang of joy lance through his heart, and beamed at his friend with genuine gratitude.

"Actually I live locally. Just outside the city centre. And, seriously, Bill? It's okay. I actually have somewhere I need to be pretty soon too. Before we go do our things though, wanna trade numbers? We can get in touch tomorrow morning, grab some coffee, maybe even do lunch if you have the time?"

The otter nodded eagerly, already turning, already grabbing a bar napkin from a tray holding a cluster of them close by and plucking a pen from the other pocket of his blazer. He scrawled his number upon it, then handed it to George along with the pen and another blank napkin. Soon they each had their old, dear friend's number. They stood before one another just looking at the numbers, grinning, blushing with joy and wonder, then they looked up again. Their eyes met, and one last time they nervously yet joyfully threw themselves into the other man's embrace, tighter and more intimately than on either of the previous occasions.

"God, Skewer... I'm so fucking glad that you said hi. I... I really hope we can keep in touch."

William whispered to his friend as they embraced, closing his eyes and recalling their high-school selves embracing just like this on the day before George and his family had moved away. Sniffling. Weeping. Trying not to be all weak and emotional and yet utterly failing in front of the one friend they knew they didn't have to pretend or put on a front for. They'd been so close. They'd shared so much. Much as he didn't want to admit it, and much as he would never have said anything of the sort to his current friends... he'd never had a friend as close to him as George since then. Indeed, no-one had ever even come close.

"Me too, Billy. I got dragged away from you once. I don't wanna let that happen again."

They both found themselves blinking away tears as they pulled back, and even as he glanced over the bar and saw a clock reminding him that he had only a few minutes before his own obligations began, George was so very tempted to just say fuck it and ask William to blow off his own appointment. He had so much he wanted to say to William. So many things he wanted to ask, to share. He didn't know how the hell he was going to be able to stay focused on his job in the coming hours, when all he could imagine thinking about was this otter.

And yet, they did part ways. Or rather, they tried to, saying their goodbyes, their see-you-soons, and beginning to walk away from the bar... towards the same block of elevators. They both blushed. They laughed, continuing to walk side by side.

"I'm... uh, I'm meeting someone at my room before we get to work."

William explained bashfully. The antelope nodded, his own cheeks flushed as he too justified his reasoning.

"I'm meeting my client up in their room, too. It's easier than trying to navigate a crowded bar and find someone you've never actually met before."

The otter relaxed slightly as he called an elevator for both of them, pulling out his phone in one hand after doing so, the napkin in the other, and beginning to input George's number while they waited and made small-talk.

"Yeah, same. I was only down here because... well, I guess I'm a little nervous about the meeting. Needed a drink to steady my nerves."

George laughed, nodding in understanding as he did so though.

"Did it work?"

He snorted again as William shook his head, and tapped the otter warmly, reassuringly on the back as not one but two sets of elevator doors sprang open before them with an overlapping 'ding'.

"You'll be fine, Billy. Whatever the appointment is, you're gonna kick its ass, then you can tell me all about it tomorrow."

They nodded to one another as they flashed their old friend the screen of their phone, both just about to add the other's number to their address book. That final reassurance, and that final mutual confirmation that they were going to stay in touch this time was all that the pair needed. They each stepped out of the other's view, and into their own elevator.

"Seeya tomorrow, Skewer!"

William yelled as the doors began to slide shut.

"Not if I see you first!"

George yelled back, grinning as he tapped William's name into his cell and hit enter, raising his eyes and using his other hand to press the button to carry him up to the sixth floor, where his client's room was located.

When he looked back down at his phone however, the antelope frowned. Rather than simply accepting the name and number, an error message had popped up on screen.

'Number already present. Update entry?'

In the other elevator, already on his way up to his sixth floor room and hoping that he wasn't going to find his companion for the evening waiting outside, William frowned as he tried to add George's number to the phone's address book, but found an odd text prompt flashing across the screen instead.

'Duplicate number found. Update/Replace?'

He checked the number written on the napkin, then scrolled through his address book to see what number it was supposedly the same as.

In his own elevator, still rising up towards the sixth floor, George did the same.

Their eyes rested fixated upon the screens of their phones for a few moments. Then they widened.

Both men gasped.

Both men cursed.

"Holy shit."

"Oh, fuck."

And then the doors sprang open. Not one, but two overlapping dings ringing out as the two elevators opened up onto the sixth floor lobby.

The otter stepped out, eyes wide, staring across at the other elevator and the figure emerging from it.

The antelope stepped out, head shaking, staring at William and the phone held in the otter's trembling right hand.

They looked at one another.

They looked at their best friend from childhood, from their youngest years right through to high school. At the friend with whom they'd shared everything. Everything.

William shuddered as he blinked, and felt a vivid flash of memory as he saw his teenage self nervously pressing his lips to George's own. A kiss they'd shared in the most intimate secrecy to prove... god, what bullshit reasons had they come up with at the time? What lengths had they gone to in order to convince themselves and one another to share those kisses, those things they'd shared in he privacy of their bedrooms. Anything, he suspected, but the truth. Anything but the unthinkable confession that they had both been living with. That they didn't like girls, like they were meant to. That instead, they liked guys. And in truth, that they liked each other. Their best friend, as so much more than a friend.

George saw that shudder. That expression of longing, of wanton desire he had seen on so many men's faces during his time as an escort. But never had he felt such an urge to fulfil it, never had he known such a frantic, desperate need to satisfy those longings, as he did in that moment. Seeing that desire upon the face of not only his oldest friend, not only his client for tonight, but the man he had spent the last twenty five years trying to find a replacement for in the pit of his heart.

Their eyes met, and a moment later they were in each other's arms. Not kissing. Not groping or fondling or desperately making out with one another even though the images, the desires to do so had flooded both their minds a split-second before.

They were sobbing. Weeping openly as they clung to one another. To the client George was meant to be servicing tonight. To the escort William had hired. To the dear friends who had each made a young man realise his homosexuality, but who had been stolen away by fate before either one of them could act upon those realisations in more than the veiled, fumbling falsehoods of practice and experience to which they had clung as fleeting, fading fantasies for decades since.

And then they were running. Hand in hand, still tearful, towards William's room.

Then they were bursting through the door, and finally kissing. Finally clinging to one another as tightly as they longed to, bumping into walls, stumbling, falling, staggering through the room as clothes were torn and cast aside, and slumping onto an as yet untouched bed, all arms, legs, lips and long, pleading whimpers.

"I loved you before I even knew I could love you..."

George gasped as his trousers were tugged down, shuddering, arching his back, bellowing in joy as his best friend flung himself forward and wrapped a hungry, experienced muzzle around the antelope's cock for the very first time, yet in a way that both of them had imagined on dozens, hundreds, thousands of occasions in the years since their last face to face meeting.

"E-every man I've ever been with... every man I ever tried to love... I... I wished they were you."

William moaned mere minutes later, his face streaked with George's cum, flushed, beaming through the ribbons of freshly spilled seed and his joyous tears.

"I'll never leave you again."

Wrapped in warm bedding, pressed against bare, hot flesh and fur, George gasped that breathless promise as he lay beneath William, feeling the otter's thick cock pushing into his ass for the first time.

"I'll never let anything keep us apart."

The otter moaned back, feeling the antelope's well lubricated ass squeezing him, milking him, embracing him every bit as lovingly and joyously as George's arms around his back.

They were together again.

Together at last as they had never had the chance to be together before.

And now that they were reunited, now that this impossible quirk of fate had seen fit to bring them back into one another's lives, they fully intended to stay that way. Not just tonight. Not just for the handful of hours William had paid for George to spend with him, unwittingly paving the way for all that had and would follow. But tomorrow, too. And the day after that. And the day after that, and...

"Cum with me, Skewer!"

"Oh, oohh Billy, I... yes... I'm... a-aahhhhhhh!"

By Jeeves

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