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Rejinold & Bastion: The Birthday

"Want a sip?" Bastion asks slyly, holding the pungent crimson red liquid just in front of my nose. He laughs as I cringe. "You sure?" He's only joking, but the way he sounds just a tad dejected at being refused is enough to make me consider taking the offer. We both know I don't care for wine, especially red wine, but that doesn't stop him from offering.

He laughs and then takes a sip of the liquid. He actually likes it, although, I think that's more because he's so use to drinking it. Despite how casual drinking is with his family, wine, it seems, is the only 'drink' that is drunk everyday. But not for the reason of relaxing, or as a compliment of dinner, but because, it apparently helps with a genetic condition called 'factor-five'.

One week ago, I'd never heard of it; and thinking back on the last couple of weeks, and how only two more remain until our senior year begins, it's astonishing how much I have learned about my ex-best friend, who is now my boyfriend. Like this 'factor-five' thing. What it essentially means, from my understanding, is that it puts him and his parents (since they all have it) at higher a risk of getting blood clots. Much higher. Like how hemophiliacs have thin blood? Well they're the opposite. They have thick blood. He can't travel on planes because when he's up at that altitude his chances of a clot increase significantly especially because he can't move around to keep blood pumping.

Not to mention discovering the wonderful artist that he is. In all the time I've known him, it's embarrassing to say that 'I didn't know he was so good'. None of his work is hung up anywhere in school (Not that there was much he could show at school.) Even his age appropriate work was hidden away in his closet.

Then there's the whole 'having a comic about us,' and having the hots for me for the entire time we've known each other...

"Rej? You awake?" Bastion asks, in a joking tone, shaking me slightly from my thoughts.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sorry, was just thinking." I smile, nuzzling back against his chest and re-situating myself on his lap.

"What about?"He smiles, kissing the fur between my ears.

"Just about us. How little summer vacation is left, and stuff like that." I smile, turning my attention back to the movie we had been watching. 'We' including his parents. It was an action flic that we'd all enjoyed, with a decent storyline too. What was better, was that we were going to catch the first showing of the sequel tonight, for Bastion's birthday party, which he wanted to spend with his parents and me.

"What about us?" Bastion nearly purrs, nipping my neck lightly. It is still unnerving that he does it with his parents so close by, but they really don't care. I feel his hand drift down to my stomach, rubbing in a sensitive spot that gets my leg twitching slightly, as well as my blood pumping and diverting to a much less appropriate area. He can be so cruel, teasing me like this. It's not like we haven't been having sex, (or mating, or fucking, or whatever it would make sense to call it) quite far from it, but I really don't want to get worked up, when it could very easily be over four hours 'till I get to relieve myself. Besides, my true problem isn't that it's just physical touch, it really gets me going.

"Bastion..." I murmur, trying to sound reproachful, but I'm positive that it comes out closer to a mix between pleasured and embarrassed. Whether he understood me or not though, he does let up. I'm truly thankful, since last time he had started like that, it ended with a mess in my pants, and he had never touched me other than the simple rubbing and neck biting, and I really didn't want a repeat performance in front of his parents. That would be too much for them. Besides, I have something much better planned for the night.

"Rej. When the movie's done, we should get ready." Bastion murmurs suddenly, speaking as if he himself had forgotten, and had only just now remembered. I nod, pulling his furred hand up to my chest and nuzzling it, if only to distract it from drifting south again.

I had expected the theater to be busy, but this was obscene. The line outside of the showing of 'The call of Revenge part 2' Was unnerving, but thankfully, we'd bought our tickets ahead, so we were able to skip the line (ending in the lobby) and walk right into the theater room. Bastion's parents though, decide, just at the last moment to swap their tickets to a romantic comedy that was playing just across the hall, which left me and Bastion to find seats for only us two. Which was better.

We settle into two seats in roughly the middle row, and I nuzzle into his arm, with a box of gummy worms between my legs. Bastion smiles and offers a drink of his soda. It's Coca-Cola. Then we talk a bit until the movie starts, and then the room grows quiet as the lights dim, and our attention is drawn to the large screen. Personally, I love action movies, but this particular action star is one of my favorites, David F. Montero, a particularly buff leopard who never fails to provide good fight scenes, and typically stars in plenty of movies where his ass is shown. Bastion typically agrees with me, especially on his appeal, except he says I'm cuter.

"It was good." Bastion nods as we walk out, blinking in the brighter light as our eyes adapt. It was good, though true to movie rules, the first one had been better.

"It was. Wish they hadn't left it open for a third though." I sigh, shaking my head. "Producers are too greedy."

"they are, but what we gonna do about that?" Bastion shrugs. We walk out to the concession counter where his parents are waiting. "Where should we eat?" Bastion asks his mother sweetly.

"Well, your father and I are going to 'El Toro's' for dinner. We figured you two could head somewhere separate for dinner, so you could get some privacy from us boring A-dults." His mother smiled, pulling her wallet from her purse and handing over a fifty. "That'll be enough for dinner."

"Thanks mum. But I can pay for it myself." Bastion puffs up a bit, trying to sound indignant, even if the money was already shoved into his pocket.

"We know. But, on your birthday you shouldn't have to." His father chuckled, hugging Bastion and nodding to me. The couple then walked off, leaving me and my wolf together.

"Well. Where should we go?"

"Maybe Tony's italian cuisine?" I suggest, knowing full well that's what he would've suggested. He loves italian food, and on a day like today, it would be cruel to deny him his favorite. Besides, I'm just proud I know what he likes.

"Okay." He beams at me, grabbing my hand as we walk out. I'm so looking forwards to later though. The more my mind plays through it, the more I want to just skip dinner, or change the menu to him.

I do like Italian food, the smell, taste, look, and not to mention how romantic it can be. But Bastion loves it more. He knows what he's ordering before I pick up my menu, and despite how anxious he is to order, he is polite enough to wait until I'm ready, compared to his usual act of ordering before me.

"So. Have you told anyone about us yet?" Bastion grins after ordering and our waiter walks away. His question takes me by surprise, and I can't help but blush.

"N-no. Do we really have to tell them?" I ask, embarrassed by my own cowardice. He smiles reassuringly, placing one of his grey paws on my own. It always amazes me, that comparatively his paw is so much more massive than mine. "I'm just worried about my father finding out... Less who know, the better. Right?"

"Yeah. But, they'll figure it out soon enough. If we keep up with meeting everyday." Bastion smiles, bringing my paw to his lips and kissing it sweetly.

"I just don't think I'm ready."

"That's fine. I just want you to know. Eventually we'll smell enough alike, it'll be obvious..." I hadn't put that into my equation yet. While, yes, I always shower after sex, eventually his scent will just mix with mine. Just like any other couple.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." I 'm not really feeling all that up to discussing this anymore. Just discussing the idea of my father learning that I'm dating my best friend could kill the mood for the night. "Wing it. Ya know?" I smile, winking.

"Do you ever not 'wing it?'" He sighs, shaking his head, but doesn't pursue the subject further. I shake my head, grinning broadly.

I don't know how long we were at the restaurant, but it was a while. At some point a friend of ours had shown up with his family and his own girlfriend. We chatted, and when asked why it was just me and Bastion at such a nice restaurant Bastion proved an excellent lier. Now, it's no secret with others who know Bastion, that he's gay, but I feel I'm much more of an unknown. After all, I have never dated someone, simply because there was no one I liked like that, so the suspicion was there.

"Well Nick, it's my birthday, and my parents gave me enough money to eat here with a friend. And since Rej is my best friend, I invited him." My wolf had explained simply, keeping a lighthearted tone that made him even more believable. Nick had accepted this and then sat with us to talk. His girlfriend, a rather athletic looking coyote sat with us as well.

While I do enjoy socializing with friends, I was ready to leave when we finished eating. However, we remained engaged in conversation for around five more minutes before Nick and his girlfriend's food arrived before being able to leave.

Despite how late we got back, his parents were still gone. As it turned out, they had left a message, saying they'd decided to rent a hotel room for the night, (They said that they'd driven all the way to Westown, which was around two hours away) giving us the house. I wonder if it's because they wanted to give us privacy tonight. Regardless, this works better. However, I want him upstairs, in his room for my plan. Not that I couldn't do it downstairs, i just wouldn't be able to tease him.

"Bastion. Wanna head to bed? I'm kinda tired." I yawn, trying to feign falling asleep. He's watching t.v, but graces me with his attention.

"You can. But I still feel awake." Bastion shrugs, clicking the remote as he channel surfs. I let my muzzle drop to a pleading frown, trying to guilt trip him. "What?"

"I wanted to sleep with you..." I whine, pouting my lower lip out. Something crosses his face. Excitement. He suspects something now, but he's trying to avoid hoping for it. It's cute, as it is pathetically clear he thinks we'll have sex, but is to afraid to actually expect it. I could throw plans out the window and do nothing tonight, and I'd never hear a word of disappointment about it, from him. But I'm not that cruel. He hasn't even gotten his present yet.

"Okay. I'll be up in a minute. I just have to lock everything up." He smiles, standing quickly. It's actually good he'll be a bit, since I need to change. I wonder what he'll say. After all. He's fantasized about this often enough.

The first thing I do upon entering his room is head to my bag. Inside it are two important things. The first is my white pants with the tribal designs. Second is his gift. I try to be quiet as I rush to his bed. For this to work, it needs to be set up near perfect. I fold a corner of his covers over, so it looks ready for bed. Next, I place his gift on the mattress, just below his pillow. Now I have to hurry. I shed my clothes, even my boxers, and wiggle into my pants. I hear him walking up the stairs. Now is where speed will be important. I run to the bathroom and click on the fan, then shut the door to look like I'm in there.

I hear the doorknob turn. I scamper as quietly and quickly as I can to his door and hide behind it as it opens. If I'm quiet enough, he won't notice. The door swings open gently and I have to plaster myself against the wall to keep from touching it. Now I focus on his steps. He stops and I can tell he looks at the bathroom. Then he's walking again, this time to the bed, away from me. I risk peeking around the corner.

I can't see his face, but i'm sure it's surprised. He probably didn't think I would get him a present. I never have. Not that I've never wanted to, but we've never done presents in my family. Sad, I know. But I'm going to change that. A paw tentatively reaches out and picks up the card first. He probably thinks I want him to wait on the present. He tears open the card slowly, pulling out the little note inside. What he does next surprises me. He reads aloud.

"Bastion.

Today you turn eighteen. Of course you know that, but I need to say it. You turn eighteen, and in a few more weeks, we'll be seniors. As we know, it's been drilled into our heads that by senior year we have to start applying to colleges. If we want to go to one. I figured you would.

And... After seeing what a fabulous artist you are. I got you something I figured any artist would need... At least any that uses computers. I know you already have one. But this is better. So tear it open and enjoy.

Happy Birthday.

Love, Rejimond." He finishes and sets the card down, then grabs for his gift. Now's my chance. I leave my hiding spot and tip toe to him. It's incredibly cute to see him shred the wrapping paper, so completely unaware of my presence, but his gasp is better. It cost me $300 on sale. It is the equivalent of a ring a teenager would buy, and so it is our ring. The Wacom 15 inch intuos. The drawing pad portion is the size of a real piece of paper, and it has something called 'multi-touch.' I'm not fully sure what it is, but it was recommended. He turns to head to the bathroom, where he thinks I am, and I start creeping out towards him. He jumps when I grab is shoulders. I was hoping for a surprised squeak or something more. Oh well, the surprised grin on his face is better as he turns around.

"Rej!" He yips, pouncing on me and squeezing me tightly.

"Yes?" I can't help but giggle, hugging back.

"Thank you." He breathes, planting a kiss on my lips. "Where'd you get the money?"

"I worked. Did some chores. Nothing much." He releases me and is still grinning. "I was told it was better than that twenty dollar one you have."

"Oh god it is. Thank you love."

"Why don't we get it set up?" I purr, walking over to the box with his new pen tablet inside. He doesn't respond immediately. I'm hoping he finally realized that I'm wearing the pants that so often pop up in his artwork and comic. He's probably wanting me just as much as the tablet. That's what I want anyways. "We should get it set up now. After all, I worked hard to get up enough money to get this. I want to see how good it is."

"Uhm... O-okay." He sounds so tentative. I wonder if I'm more excited than him? Well I have had an entire day just stewing over how to do this. Then there's the whole time I've had the dam thing and been waiting to give it to him. God, I need to calm down.

"Good." I nod, handing him the box and trying to sound as serious as one can dressed in only pants, and sporting a raging hard on.

His computer takes its time loading, and again I wonder what it's like for him right now. I hope it's hard, because I want to make it harder. Finally, as he slides the disk into his tower, his excitement starts to show. He's smiling, shaking ever so slightly, and is rather aroused. That's good, I'm nearly going to lose it myself though.

He goes through the whole set-up process, and I take up residence on his lap, sitting facing him and watching as he tries to learn how the pad works while looking around me. His erection is grinding into my ass, and while the feeling's enjoyable, it's not what I want right now.

I shift back a ways to expose his tented pants. My cheeks nearly hurt from how wide i'm grinning. Slowly I unzip his pants and reach in to fondle his wolf hood through his boxers. He whimpers pathetically and tries to hump my hand. I see why he bothered with teasing me during our first. It's wonderful. To control the pleasure. he stops and tries to kiss me, but I stop and lean back, avoiding his lips. He looks at me oddly and I grin even wider.

"Play with your new toy." I command gently, crossing my arms and daring him to disobey. he looks at me pleadingly, but gives up and continues to toy with the pad. I return my hands to his crotch, only, now, I pull his red member free of his boxers and touch it directly. He stops again, whimpering and trying to control my touch. I stop and smile smugly. Now he realizes what I'm up to, and he looks surprised of all things.

"Really?" He sighs, looking at me. I nod, and motion for him to restart again. He does, and I resume stroking him, taking my time. He's amazingly hard, and wants me to just push him over the edge, but that isn't what I want yet. Just as he's about to go over the edge, I stop. He stops panting and I glares at me. But he won't do anything. No. He'll just continue glaring and asking me with his eyes to give him the release he wants. Oh this is so fun. Slowly, he loses his hardness as he focuses back on his computer in an attempt to forget how much I'm torturing him. I move off him and under his desk, my head ending up between his legs, giving me a nice nose full of his musk. His attention is back on me, and I make no attempt to progress until he resumes drawing yet again. Then I move my muzzle forwards, taking his half hard member in. It's salty from pre. I love his taste. He's hardening again, faster than the first time, which to be fair I did expect, seeing as he's so keyed up. I just rest my head between the inside of his thighs, making no attempt to push him. Rather, I'm just letting the anticipation of me starting arouse him. I know he's anxious when his hips push forwards.

Now, I know there's one major rule. 'No teeth.' but I didn't bite hard. I wouldn't even call it a bite. Maybe a 'loving warning nip'. But god dam if he didn't yip like I just chomped it right off. He actually snarls, and then glares at me, and I can't help but grin up, looking up and chuckling lightly with his meat between my lips. I'm in control of his pleasure right now, and I don't want him speeding anything up without my permission. After all, this is my present to him.

He isn't able to speak about however, as I start. A little earlier than I wanted, but I did just give him a heart attack. His anger and fear melt instantly as I bob my head and suck. 'Just like a good little cock slut.' I think, laughing at the term. I could hardly call myself a slut, let alone add cock in front of it, especially, since I only have maybe a half of him in my muzzle, but I couldn't help thinking it given the scenario. I'm underneath his desk, tormenting him with pleasure, and giving him a blow job, and loving it. Truly loving it.

His climax hits and I hear him choke down a howl, that comes out sounding like a growl. The next moment, I feel his seed hit. I'm not 'experienced' so when I feel the warm goo hit the back of my throat, I gag and pull off. He continues spraying, only instead of hitting the inside of my mouth, it's my face, which is hot in its own right, but I really wanted to get it all, just like he can with me.

When he finishes I clean his softening dick up and stand back up, grinning broadly as I show him my face. He laughs and leans forwards to lick the bridge of my nose, cleaning off a small glob.

"Looks cute." he smiles, giving me a kiss and pulling me back into his lap and wrapping an arm around me. One paw is still drawing, the other moves down to my crotch to feel where my erection is. He finds a damp hardness, and now he's toying with me, making a half hearted attempt at jerking me off through my pants. "My cute little fox."

"You're going to tease me now?" I ask, leaning my head back on his shoulder and watching what I can see of his face upside down. He grins, but shakes his head.

"I think that you're to keyed up to even be teased." He answers, giving me a light squeeze. I look down at the wetness in my pants. I'm so close. It'll just take a bit more.

"Then why are you still touching my pants?" I whine, trying to hold still. Even if he said he wasn't going to tease me, I don't want to risk it that he was joking.

"I don't want to have a white paw. I like grey." He chuckles, "and with how turned on you are, I think I'd have a white paw when you got off." Despite his comment, his hand does slide into my pants, and gently starts jerking me off. He can be so tentative at times, it's hard to imagine that he was the one to push past that first kiss. "No underwear?"

"No." I moan, losing myself and thrusting against his paw. He makes no attempt to stop me, and I'm actually relieved. All day, I've had this whole thing in my head, and have to deal with waiting. I want to be done waiting.

I can't even manage a yip, squeak, or bark, when I finally topple over the edge, and into climax. Bastion simply coos in my ear, kissing my head, and continuing to jerk me off. FInally, when I stop, he removes his paw and licks it clean.

"You taste good."

"You always say that." I smile, pressing against his chest. He laughs, the deep swelling type that comes from the chest. It feels nice against my back. Now that we're both calm, I look more closely at what he had drawn while I had pleasured him. It's a rough sketch, (Which had a large slash through part of it, probably from when I nipped him.) of what seems to be a canine on a chair, working on a desk, with another morph below, giving him a blow job. Must be us. "That's really good Bastion."

"It's not done yet. It'll be better when it's finished." He answers, petting my stomach.

"Do you want to finish it tomorrow?" I ask.

"I'm not tired." He pouts back.

"Neither am I." I answer, standing and walking to the bed.

"You know... I read on fox libidos a while ago." He grins standing up and following me. "Said they were very... vivacious when it came to sex. Always ready for more. That's why they make great bottoms." His grin is almost predatory as he climbs on top of me and looks down at my face.

"I heard wolves have stamina." I chirp, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself up to plant a kiss on his lips. "They're also rather dominant. That's why Wolf/fox pairs go so well." I continue, nibbling on his lower lip.

"I'm not dominating am I?" He asks, a slight sign of worry in his voice.

"Only in the bedroom." I giggle, releasing my grip on the back of his neck and falling back onto the bed. He still looks worried.

"I don't want to be stifling." It's cute that he's so worried about it.

"I really don't care. If I ever feel you're being to domineering, I'll tell you. I love you and you don't have to worry." I smile, "And I like you like this. You're so much surer of yourself."

"Well then, maybe I'll try to be more like I am in here then." He rumbles, moving to his knees and working his pants off. I start fumbling with mine, anxious to start again. He starts to lean down to lube me up, but before he can, I roll to all fours, and flag my tail up. We haven't done this yet, and while I love getting to see him, I've wanted to do classic doggy-style for a while.

"Well?" I challenge as he doesn't make a move. I tilt my head down to look through my arms and legs, and see him just sitting and watching. I wag my tail expectantly.

"Sorry, just admiring the view. You have a nice ass." He grins, moving forwards. "Actually, if we're going to try this, I'll try something new too." He gets off the ed, and I watch as he goes into his closet where his paper art is hidden from sight. He comes back out with a nondescript black bottle. I'd be lying if I didn't think he was going to say that we should use that instead of him. But then he pops the cap off and as he climbs back behind me, he's squeezing a clear liquid from the bottle, or I guess more accurately, tube. He's grinning broadly as he presses his finger against my pucker. "Been looking for a reason to use this." It's then that it clicks. It's lube

When I feel his finger press against my entrance, I shiver. It's cold, but feels just as

good if not better than Bastion's saliva. Though I must admit I like his tongue more. He starts to stretch, me. Not that I actually need it. My ass has been used plenty lately. I still don't want to try no lubing it though. That still sounds painful. Finally, he's done with my rear and pulls his finger out. There's a moments pause, and then I feel him grab my waist as he presses against my tail hole, using one hand to guide himself. I press back anxiously. The wait has made me hard again. His hands feel weird, as they matt down the fur on my waist with the residual lube. He presses slowly at first, until he's maybe half way in, or at least what halfway had been with most of the other positions. When he reaches that point, he slams the rest of the way into me. I yip slightly in pain. He's deeper than normal. It feels good, just odd. His nose rubs the back of my neck comfortingly. He pulls back, then thrusts again, quickly building speed until he's pummeling my ass. It's good, just different than normal. Everything is different than normal; the position, speed, lube, everything. It's good though.

His knot is swelling, and with each thrust i can tell the size difference. He's close. I relax and cross my forearms so I can rest my head on them. This changes the angel enough so that Bastion's leaning over me now, getting even deeper. He starts growling, gripping my sides harder. Then, one hand leaves its grip on my hip, and moves to my erect dick. He wraps his fingers around it and starts jerking me off. I'm rather surprised he can do that. He is an artist though, so he ought to have good hand/eye coordination, granted he's not keeping perfect rhythm with his thrusts. God, I want to lose it, but I'm just not there yet.

I feel his weight go fully on me, as he lays his stomach across my back and clamps his muzzle on my neck. I have to spread my legs slightly more, just to keep from collapsing from the combined speed of his thrusts and weight in general. I can't hear my panting over his own breath, washing over my neck. Then, I lose myself, cumming onto the bed. While it wasn't as much as earlier, it's still enough to get sufficiently sticky as he smears what doesn't land on his sheets on my prick. He's still thrusting, his grip on my neck tightening slightly. Then he slides in, and I feel his knot stick. As he tries to pull out, it triggers his climax, and I feel the lovely sensation of his seed emptying into my bowels. Finally, when he's spent, I let myself fall back onto the bed. Bastion's breathing is winded, and I'm not doing much better. We need a break before continuing. Not that we'd be able to given the fact we're tied.

I try to push us onto our sides, but his weight plus mine is just slightly too much. Though he has enough awareness to realize what I'm trying to do and helps, until we're both on our sides. It's not as good as being able to curl into him, but he can still hold me.

"Mmm, that was good." He rumbles, licking along my neck. "Thanks hun."

"I'm not done yet." I purr, pushing back against him. Behind me his chest vibrates with laughter and he squeezes me tightly.