Rej & Bastion03: Unplanned Confession

"Well?" The voice that speaks is no longer familiar, and I doubt it ever really was. he'd just been a title. A figurehead. The advice he'd always given me, was spoken from someone who didn't know me, just as I didn't know him... "I'm seriously fucking pissed!"

If there's one thing that the world tries to teach us, but truly fails at doing, it's how fast our realities can change. Wether that be through identity theft, divorce, loss of a loved one, some cataclysmic event or even (And lately it seems that most parents truly fear this one) someone coming out and saying they're gay. Granted, a fair number of parents are fine with their children's preference as long as it makes them (Their child) happy. Take my boyfriend. According to his parents, they knew he was gay before him. Never made a fuss about it...

Then there's my parents... which brings me to my current situation. Now, I'd been planning on coming out. I'd been practicing talking and working on ideas on how to tell them. Partly because I felt they should know, and partly just to get them to lay off on all the jibing about not having a girlfriend. Because really, it should not matter. At least we weren't in middle of something really... sexual, when they traipsed in.

My father's friend, one day, while we were in his car, driving to the Marls River to fish (Well, we'd pulled over so my father could grab a can of chew.) and he starts poking fun at me about being single and a sophomore. Now, I'd known Carter since I was little, and he tends to be a nice guy, but when we somehow got onto the very brief subject of gays, he changed what I thought of him. I'd only said something like 'Well there was this one time..." In nothing more than what was meant to be a joking tone, he'd laughed and replied, 'yeah. Well don't tell your father then! 'Dad I like to suck cock.' I doubt he could handle that.'

At that time, I realized that I really didn't know him. I really didn't know my father, half of my friends, and myself (those last two came later). It occurred to me that, because I didn't have someone yet, it would be useless to even attempt to talk about being gay, because I was still in the dark if I truly was gay. I mean, sure. I had a crush. A huge crush on someone who was gay, but after being fed so much bull about the beauty of women and boobs were gorgeous, and lots of ass was fun, I wasn't confident that I was truly gay, and not just confused. After all, I didn't have a lisp, or want to dress like a women, nor did I wear leather bondage gear, or act like a 'girl.'

But then there was my friend. Bastion. He broke through all those stereotypes. He was a normal guy, who just happened to like guys. So naturally, I was confused. And it was for that reason of being unsure that I did not come out then.

Then, during summer break of my junior-senior year, I came out to Bastion. And as luck would have it, I was gay. We spent the entire after noon reinforcing that. My parents weren't too happy about my disappearing for two whole days, but even then, when I was flying on the highs of finally connecting with someone on more than a social level, I didn't come out. See, I was scared of my father. Of his reaction. I know it didn't really matter. He was practically non existent in my life as it were, and so it would be easy to avoid him, but still... It was my father, and all I'm really doing everything I can to just make excuses up now.

My mother was a different subject than my father. I love her.And my father, make no mistake, but considerably less. But I worried that she too could be disappointed. Though, she would be more likely to accept me than my father. After all, she knew me and was always telling me she only wanted to see me grow up and be happy. But, still, the fear remained.

Now, only a week ago, three hundred dollars were pulled from my bank account. This was money I had earned at a summer job. One that had stopped early on at the start of summer, but it had been a job. I had withdrawn it to buy Bastion's birthday gift. I'd wanted to make it something special, so I'd decided to use nearly all of my money to buy him a pen and tablet. However, this drew the attention of my parents, who were curious as to why I had withdrawn such a 'large sum of money' and yet produced no sign of expensive gadget. My answer was that I'd bought a tablet for a friend. Now here is the problem. My parents don't believe in gift giving. Talk about weird. But they don't. When asked to produce proof of the purchase, I had none. I'd given the receipt to Bastion when I'd presented him with the gift.

Needless to say, my parents were curious as to what my friend (I never said 'Bastion', only that I had bought it for a friend. A very good friend.) could have done to earn such a large gift. They wanted to meet her. There is the problem. Her. Last I checked, Bastion is not a her. When I told them we weren't ready to make it public they had scrutinized me. I think it was then that the idea of the possibility that I was gay had popped into their head. After all, I'd been spending nearly every day at Bastion's home. I believe that they had narrowed down three options by then, or what I would of assumed were the possible explanations for my son suddenly going to the same friend's house so often; One, I was doing drugs, Two, I had a girlfriend and was really going to her house, or three, I was gay and going out with Bastion. Now, ever since our first time, Bastion has kept quiet about me being gay (Except with his parents.) After all, I'd told him that he was the only one who knew.

Well, my parents have this tradition of going to the beach on the last weekend of summer vacation. I've always been told to bring one friend along, and this time, I chose Bastion (I didn't always bring him with). And at the current moment, it seems like that was a bad move.

* * *

"Bastion! Come on! We're running late!" I yell at the wolf from the other side of the bathroom door. Normally, we'd both be in there, having some fun, but not today. Not with my parents waiting in the car just outside his house.

"I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" He yells back, turning the faucet off and then opening the door. "Just making sure I don't smell." He continues, giving me a quick peck on the nose. Normally, that would be appreciated, but with my parents so close, all I can do is meep and stand still.

"Bastion." I say, turning away and heading to the door. "Not right now. Please." I'm faintly aware that he doesn't deserve such a cold shoulder, especially for just a quick peck, but, I really am too tense to do anything but worry. I hear him pad up to me and wrap his arms around my chest and nuzzle my neck.

"Rej. It'll be fine. Just relax." He coos, nipping my neck. Normally, this would be enough to calm me, to make me just melt in his hold and do as he pleased. Just feeling his embrace tempts me to do just that. Maybe there's enough time for one little... No.

"Sebastion." I say, pulling his arms off of me and walking to the door. "No." There's the slightest hint of a snarl in my voice, and it's enough to get the message across. Just a week ago I'd been telling him how I liked him being dominant. He'd been doing just that since then; being a little more pressing with his wants. I like it. I do. But, not right now. I know he's only trying to ease my tension, and the only way he knows to do that is through some sort of contact. Especially sexual. But right now, that won't help me. It will only make it worse.

"You don't have to be afraid of them." He calls just as I close the door. I walk down the stairs, trying to calm myself, both for his sake, and the sake of not doing something stupid in front of my parents. By the time he's finally ready, I've cooled enough so that we can talk and smile as just friends. Which is good, since it will be a three hour ride and then a whole night just like this before we can even think of being alone.

"I thought I took long to get ready." I prod his arm, looking at his clothes. Casual kahki shorts, and a white t-shirt button up undone enough to show a majority of his chest fur. He grins goofily and shrugs.

"Well. I wanted to give a good impression while staying casual." He answers.

"You d realize you've met them before. Right? How many outfits did you go through to decide on this one?" I tease, feeling much friendlier now.

"Five or six." He answers. "Still better than you." He's right. I've spent over forty minutes just looking for the right clothes, and trying different combinations. "I know. But I don't want them to think I'm a bad influence."

"Don't worry about it. You've already corrupted me." I smile.

"They don't know that." He counters, motioning to put his arm around me, but stops as we reach my parents truck and toss his things into the bed, next to my bag. Then we climb into the rig and buckle up. I want to give him some sign I'm not worried about him in front of my parents so much as them in front of him. But do to the fact that my parents are in the front seats, and we're in complete view, there's nothing I can do.

"Got everything?" My father asks, looking back at us. He looks blank, just more asking out of politeness, and was just itching to get going. My mother is silent.

"Yes sir, Mr. Whimener." Bastion answers, nodding. "Thank you for letting me come along." My father grunts, but my mother does actually smile.

"No problem Hun. We're happy that Rejjy will have someone to... hang out with." She speaks, pausing for a minute. It only serves to put me back on edge. Bastion laughs though and nods as if he didn't notice her pause. Maybe the pause had been to search for a good phrase to use.The engine starts, and we pull out. Bastion slides me a small smile as he looks at me. I'm to nervous to even smile back, just out of fear that I would be seen, and he quickly drops his gaze down.

"So, Sebastion? Are you looking forward to starting senior year? You are going to be a senior this year right? Or did you graduate last year?" My mother asks, looking back.

"Oh, no. Still in school. And yes. I'm looking forwards to getting out of school." Bastion answers, smiling.

"Do you know where you want to go?" She's trying hard to make small talk.

"Not really. I was thinking of looking into Themstone Academy, and also here at Cashsto University."

"Oh? In what field?"

"Art Ma'am." He smiles, sheepishly, and shifts slightly. My mother raises her eyebrows and looks at me.

"See Rejjy, Bastion has a plan all ready." She comments. I hate it when she calls me Rejjy. It feels little-kiddish.

"Mother, I'll find something when I go to school." I reply, trying to sound more annoyed than angry. "Bastion just knows what he's good at. unlike me." She's about to respond, but the sudden appearance of country cuts her off. My father just turned on his music. Good 'ol Hank Jr.. It's the signal that talking is done, and he wants quiet.

"Sebastion. You like Country?" My father asks gruffly, looking in the rear view mirror. His brown eyes lock onto Bastion's golden one's. Neither have ever really talked, and so, this is probably some sort of test on my father's part to get an idea of who Bastion is. Or I'm just paranoid. Bastion blinks once.

"Well sir, Jr.'s alright. But I kind of like Sr. More..." He answers, smiling again. My father smiles, and then the song switches to Sr.'s 'Hey Good Look'n.' Which Bastion promptly starts to sing to if only to prove himself.

"Good. Too many Kids are forgetting the classic Country singers..." He says, nodding and turning the song up. If it was a test, Bastion just passed. Half way into the ride I can't stand feeling like he thinks I'm angry at him or worried about him or whatever else is going through his mind about what I think at the current moment and slide a foot-paw over and rub along his ankle. He jumps slightly but smiles and rubs back.

"You okay Sebastion?" My mother asks. I stop immediately and turn to look out the window at the scenery.

"Yes Ma'am." He answers, "Just had a chill all of a sudden." He smiles. My

mother turns to my father and speaks.

"Hunny, please roll your window up. I'm kind of chilled too." She asks sweetly, blinking a couple of times to be cute. My father grumbles a bit, but rolls it up, while turning the AC on cold. Just like always. My mother sighs, but doesn't press the issue. I'm doing fine; sometimes having a warm coat of fur is nice.

We always stay at the same place, a little cabin/hotel place that allows four per cabin, (thus why I have always been allowed to take a friend.). It's not a bad place, if a little small, but we rarely stay there for long anyways. It's just a place to sleep. But still, it's nice, even if I won't be able to have 'fun' with Bastion while there.

The inside has a seashell paint job on the walls, with two leather futons, and a small T.V. This is where Bastion and I will sleep. My parents get the bedroom, with a queen sized bed, and a slightly larger T.V. The kitchen has white appliances and a small radio. Nothing much, but it has some sort of quality to it.

"You know... I could of just drove and we could of met your parents here." Bastion whispers as we walk in. "Give us a way to travel around town too."

"They insisted that they drive us." I answer. "Said they'd save you gas money."

"Well, unload your things by the couches kids." My father orders, as he drops his

own bag in the bedroom. "Then we'll head out to get some dinner." Bastion and I do as we're told and then wait for my parents patiently at the door.

Dinner wasn't eventful, since we got to the cabin late. It was just some take out Chinese. It's going to be tomorrow that I'm looking forwards to, seeing as that's when we'll eat at one of my favorite restaurants. Not to mention Bastion and I will be able to walk around on the beach, maybe swim, or just relax. When we get back, My parents bid us good night end retire to the bedroom, leaving Bastion and I to get ready for bed. First we make the futons into the beds, and then we unpack our clothing. Bastion strips easily, making no move to be cute, but at the same time, he puts his entire body on display for me. It does send a shiver down my spine and straight to my sheath. His own package looks a tad swollen, with just his tip emerging. He slides me a smile.

Bastion's pajamas are simple. A pair of lounge pants without boxers. That's my wolf. I prefer a flannel set of pajamas. Bastion gets comfortable in his bed, pulling his massive blanket over himself and I go to turn the lights off. On the way back to my own bed, I stop next to him and kiss his lips. He kisses back, moving a paw to the back of my head. His tongue presses against my lips, and pushes its way in.

"You need to try and relax." He whispers, nuzzling my nose. "You were way too stressed today."

"How do you do it?" I ask, "Be so calm around them?"

"I'm comfortable with myself. You should try it." He teases lightly, "But I know something that will help. I if you want" My eyes are just starting to adjust to the lack of light, but I still manage to see his lips curve in a smile. "Just climb in with me for a bit." He moves slightly to make room, and I quietly climb in, a larger majority of my mind, just about all of it in fact, is screaming for me to say no and just go to bed. It's to risky with them only down the hall and in another room, where the only thing separating us from them is a door.

He pulls me close, with one arm under my side and hugging me close, the other draped over my waist and stroking along my thigh. It feels so nice through my pajamas. The same hand slides up, and moves to my waistline, rubbing along my lower stomach in slow circles. I can feel his boxers tenting against my lower back. He slides his hand into my pajama bottoms, feeling along the inside of my thigh, and kissing the back of my head.

"This is supposed to help?" I question, trying to keep my voice level. I am enjoying it, but right now, with my nerves, i'm barely even hard.

"if you relax and stay quiet it will." He breathes in my ear, starting to fondle my balls. I whimper with a mixture of pleasure and nervousness. "Shu." he whispers, starting to nibble on my ear. The tip of my dick is sliding out, nervousness be damned, he has good paws. He moves his hand up to toy with my sheath, rubbing just below where my knot forms. God it feels good. "you're doing better now." He rumbles, giving my ear a small tug. I never noticed how much he likes ears. Not that I'm complaining, it's just one of those little things I guess.

He's intentionally trying to get me to be vocal. I'm not sure if I like it or not. Sure, there's a certain... rush... but if they were to come out to investigate the sounds, we'd both be screwed. Maybe he likes this kind of thing. Not really exhibitionism though...

"Mhhm." I murr, nodding my head and thrusting slightly as more and more of my member slides free. His paw follows just below my knot, rubbing and encouraging me tip get harder.

"See, it's not that hard to relax."

"When i'm with you, and away from them." I counter quietly, choking down what would of been a yelp. He doesn't answer to that comment, instead, he grabs hold of my cock and gives it a light squeeze. I thrust reflexively, loving the feel of his paw wrapped around me. The arm around my chest tightens slightly, just enough to keep me from thrusting again when I try.

"Let me do this." He requests, blowing into my ear lightly. I can't help but flick it, it feels weird but good. "Okay?" His hand pumps lightly once. I do my best to restrain myself from the natural urge to thrust into his paw. His other paw rubs along my chest and toys with one of my nipples through my shirt. The thumb of his paw on my cock moves up and rubs across my tip in a semi-circle, smearing a small bit of my own pre around and causing me to squirm. He continues using his thumb only, coaxing more of my pre out. "You need this you know. Like I said... You were so tense..." he reaffirms what he had said earlier. I have to agree with him.

"Not like we don't do it every day lately." I murr back, nuzzling under his chin.

"Yes, but imagine if we didn't tonight? How strung up you'd be tomorrow?" He replies, finally starting to jack me off. "You're always needy when we miss a few days."

"You're just the same." I say back, not really in the mood to argue, though agreeing outright is impossible. "I'd say more even."

"Maybe." His paw's picking up speed, my own pre helping to lube me ever so slightly. I'm panting heavily, still trying to remain quiet, but still. "But this is about you right now." I'm close, so close. He's going faster, urging me to just lose it.the arm around my chest moves south, and into my pants, but doesn't touch my member or balls. It's just there, floating in the air. "Close?"

"Yessss." I moan, starting to thrust again, now that his arm wasn't restraining me. I'm faintly aware that the futon is squeaking with my movements. Then we both stop. A door opened. Someone walks down the hall, and opens the bathroom door. The bathroom light clicks on, and my mother walks in. Bastion yanks his floating paw out of my pants and slowly pulls his blanket over my head, and rolls on top of me. My futon is across and just out of sight from the hallway, so the danger is more in her seeing something of with the size of Bastion's futon's occupant than me missing in my bed. It seems like hours, my heart is racing, and my cheeks feel way too warm. He's doing a sort of 'milking' motion now, keeping me hard without pushing me closer to the edge. Finally I hear the toilet flush, the door open again, and the lights click off. One door closes, then another. Slowly Bastion pulls his blanket back down and rolls off. I can feel his heart thumping against my back.

"Close one." I hear him chuckle, though he still sounds nervous. I'm at a crossroads now. Stop now and try to find some sort of release tomorrow, or finish now while I'm close. "His paw is still around my member, but his other one, the one that had been just floating moves back to my pants. "Want to finish?" He purrs. I find myself nodding despite my better judgement. His paw picks up again, reaching the same pace he'd been at before being interrupted. "kind of hot, huh?" he asks. I'm really having a hard time following my common sense of late it seems.

"What is?"

"Nearly getting caught... Being so close to getting in trouble." he answers with a breath, blowing into my ear again then moving down to bite the back of my neck. I don't really agree. Sure, the rush is amazing, but, the gut feeling of possibly getting caught, that outweighs the pleasure. I just need to finish now though.

"Not really."

"Each his own then." Bastion answers easily, pausing a moment to squeeze my knot. "i won't do this again next time."

"Thanks..." I hiss out, gritting my teeth and jerking against him. So close. "Close." I thrust hard once more, stuffing my wrist into my muzzle to keep from yipping. I feel my seed spurt from my dick. Once, twice, and I'm done.

"That was good." he purrs, bringing his floating hand out of my pants slowly and carefully. He kisses my head, then brings his paw to his mouth and laps at something on it. "And I get a treat. Instead of letting it go to waste and stain your pj's." he adds.

"Thanks Bastion." i murr, pressing back against him. "Want me to return the favor?" I would do it, but right now I don't really want to press my luck. Though half the time, he handles himself better than me. He finishes licking his hand clean of my cum and rolls me over to face him. He nuzzles my nose and kisses me.

"Nah. We'll find another time tomorrow or something." He smiles, giving me a gentle squeeze. I nod and climb out of the futon and over to my own bed. I pull the blanket over myself and start to reflect on what we just did... When my parents were right down the hall no less. I hope we can last the weekend without getting caught. Though we won't do this again.

* * *

The morning is rather uneventful, especially since we wake at twelve, so our breakfast is really brunch; nothing more than bacon and eggs. We all talk, shower, and just spend time waking up. My mother doesn't even bring up last night, so I hope she didn't hear anything. Or see anything. But she is rather subdued. My father is perfectly normal, quiet, grouchy, and hungry.

Once brunch is done, Bastion and I head down to the beach, which is only a five minute walk. The weather isn't wonderful, but it isn't horrible either. Although the water is cold. We spend some time walking along the beach, and when we're the only ones, I do hold his hand, if only to smile at the cliche. We find a good spot that's populated, but not overly, and just sit down to relax, watching the sky, children playing, and the ocean.

"What do you want to do after school?" Bastion asks sitting on his but and leaning back on his hands. "We haven't really talked about it... If we're still together at the end of the school year... Which I really hope we are, and think we will." I blush, because, I honestly don't know. thinking about it though, the possibilities would be teacher, doctor, or maybe something in law or politics.

"I don't know..." I answer, "Maybe something in teaching or law."

"Like what?" He doesn't say it to push me, just because he really wants to know.

"Maybe a history teacher... or a lawyer." I answer again, shrugging. "I haven't found much that actually interests me."

"Okay... Well, we should start looking at schools though... I already know two I want to go too... One would be strictly for art students though... But there are other good colleges by it too." Bastion commented, "I just don't want us to fall apart after High-school... Whatever we can do... I want to do it." He can be so sweet.

"I want the same..." I smile back, hugging him. We're far enough away from the cabin that I'm not worried about my parents somehow getting wind of this... and I don't know the morphs on the beach, and I'll never see them again after today. So I'm not worried. Bastions smiles and blushes.

"You know, we're out in public."

"Screw them. They aren't my parents and they aren't my friends." I answer with a giggle. It's so much easier when I can fit into a stereotype. They won't think of me as a kid still in a closet, just another gay guy with his boyfriend. Both perfectly at ease with who he his. Oh, the magic of assumptions.

"You're getting braver then."

"Just a little." We laugh a bit, then go silent and enjoy spending some time together that's purely us without the urges of sex. It's rather nice. Naturally the weather turns sour and it starts to rain (Living on the west coast can have its downsides.) so Bastion and I have to run back to the cabin, where my parents are. They had been talking the entire time. When we return they tell us that we'll be leaving for dinner at seven. It's currently five thirty. I hadn't realized that Bastion and I had been out so long.

The restaurant we eat at, (Always on the second night, other wise known as Saturday night) is 'Taste of the Sea' a large restaurant that serves just about every fish imaginable. I usually have something with squid or octopus. As well as clam chowder, which is served in a family size metal bowl for everyone to share from. The atmosphere too is much nicer than its name would suggest; tables with red cloths, candles, nice chairs, it really feels very upper class.

"So, Sebastion. What field of art do you want to go into?" My mother asks; apparently not satisfied with just knowing 'Art,' which had been Bastion's original answer. Bastion blushes, and takes a moment to answer. Surely he hadn't been thinking continuing with the adult art as a profession? There's nothing wrong with it, but still, he needs a more... Socially Acceptable career.

"Well... Uhm... I would love something like a comic book artist, or game art designer. But really anything that requires me to do drawing." He finally answers.

"Oh, well that's nice." She smiles, not really sure what to say next as she toys with her silver ware. There's something going on. But I'm not sure what it's about. I think they're suspicious about me and Bastion, but maybe, they're realizing that they aren't all that involved in my life. Then again, maybe she has suspicions because of last nigh?Either way, it feels odd. "Rejjy... Do you know what you want to do?"

"No. I'll figure it out during school." I grumble, looking up at her and frowning. She looks down meekly while my father looks up.

"Sorry hun." She speaks, pretending to look at the menu. My father isn't to pleased with how I just spoke. I can tell by his glare. If she doesn't want me to be upset she shouldn't ask me the same questions over and over, expecting different answers.

"Rejimond. Use a nicer voice when talking to your mother." he warns, pointing a finger at me. Bastion is looking back and forth slowly. I don't remember there ever being this much tension between us (Me and my parents) but there is, and I wonder how much of it is just me being paranoid and rude, or both of us.

"Sorry father." I reply, looking down at myself. Bastion continues looking around, and then I feel his paw against mine underneath the table. He squeezes lightly, then releases. It's a small comfort, but at least he's on my side. Maybe he's having the same thoughts as me right now?

The waiter comes and takes our orders, by which time we have all settled down enough to make small talk. My parents continue asking Bastion about his plans after high school, and every-once-and-awhile the conversation drifts back to include me. Over all it starts to look like everyone can make it through the night without another miniature fight. Until a party walks in. A party of eight or so, that comes in and sits right down across from us. Something seems off with my father, as he keys in on them. It's rather unnerving; watching him as he watches them enter and then sit. His ears are lying flat. I turn to look, trying to act as casual as I can, like I'm looking up at the clock, and see what happened. (By the way, the clock does read eight o'clock.) One couple of the group is gay. A lesbian pairing of a raccoon and squirrel.

I turn back to him, and wait to see what happens. I'm quite worried. He's watching them intently, and frankly, it is creepy. I glance over to Bastion, who's by now noticed what's happening, and he doesn't look to happy either.

"Some morphs should have more respect for others." He finally speaks, looking back to us. For the briefest moments I hope he's on their side, and simply angry at some one else. Childish, isn't it? "I understand if someone's different. But different like that is disgusting, and most morphs don't want to see displays of affection like that." There's just the slightest bit of a growl in Bastion's throat, and he's staring just as intently at my father as my father was at the group.

"They have the right to show their love." Bastion answers, surprisingly keeping a friendly tone. My father looks at him.

"Yes, well, they shouldn't just go waltzing around like that. They should understand that there are those that don't appreciate it." My father replies, focusing in on my wolf.

"If it's perfectly fine for straight couples to kiss in public, then it should be fine for a gay couple too. I'm positive you two kissed before we were seated." Bastion fires back, still surprisingly calm sounding. He's pressing a little much on my father's morals right now. "I don't think it's very right to give the freedom of expression to one group, but not the other."

"It isn't about expression. It's about respect and understanding that it could offend others. Nothing offensive about a straight pairing.... Just like we don't parade around nude. Not everyone wants to see a naked morph." My mother looks up and looks at my father.

"Hunny, calm down. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion." She speaks in an oddly stereotypically reassuring voice, even going so far as to pat his paw.

"Yes, and while I'm not a nudist, I can't rightly say that they shouldn't be allowed to express themselves as well." Bastion speaks, "There's nothing wrong with the body and mind you're given. What's wrong is others trying to control them." He's starting to lose his temper now, his upper lip curling ever so slightly. "Respect and understanding would be letting them be themselves, and not telling them to lie about their nature."

"If they are comfortable with who they are, then they can surely hold it in while out in public. After all, they'll be the same person at the end of the day." My father rebuttals, leaning forwards. I'm to nervous to look back and see if the group is listening to us. I hope we're still being relatively quiet, but voices are rising.

"Why don't you try being in their shoes then? After all, you'd be the same at the end of the day. Or are you to afraid you would be different?" Bastion full out snarls. This is going down hill fast.

"How about you?" My father obviously meant this as an insult, but Bastion catches my parents by surprise with his answer. Apparently they never caught onto the fact he was gay. Which granted, I never kept him around my parents for long, but still. There had to of been one time where they heard him talking about some hot guy.

"I live their world every day." Bastion answers bluntly, reveling in my father's surprise. There's a few moments of silence and my father's muzzle hangs open. My mother is deathly silent, and I'm not doing much better. I think her eyes fall on me for a while, but I can't really break my eyes away from my father and Bastion.

"Rejinold..." My father starts, still keeping eye contact with Bastion. "Did you know he was gay?" There's something ominous in his voice.

"Yes." I answer, "I... didn't and still don't... really... care. It's his life." I continue carefully, not really wanting to risk going any farther with my answer. I see Bastion looking at me, pleading for me to back him up with something more. But right now, I'm drawing blanks.

"How long have you been gay?" My mother asks, attempting to distract, or at least I think she's trying to distract the anger flowing between my boyfriend and father. Though it's beyond me why she'd keep it on this subject.

"Since I was ever interested in a relationship." Bastion answers, his voice much more accommodating for my mother. I finally risk a glance back at the group, and find them all focused on our table. They aren't the only ones either. Most of the tables in our area are watching us.

"Guys... This is not a good place." I pipe up, trying to look apologetic to the other diners. Of courses no one listens to me.

"My parents know and are fine with it. So are the rest of my friends." Bastion continues, leaning forwards.

"Guys..." I start, but am cut off by my father, who leans forwards as well.

"Do I look like your father? Or one of your friends?"

"No. My father's much more accepting. And my friends are cuter." He smiles, appearing to goad my father to start something more than just a verbal argument. It's working. My father stands, his neck fur on end, and his teeth bared.

"Watch what you say." He snarls. My mother stands and puts a hand on his chest, as if she could calm him by just touch.

"I was just answering your question." Bastion smirks, staying seated. It's obvious that he's winning this fight, but still. He needs to back off as well.

"I was just talking about respecting others, and here you are insulting me."

"What? Would you prefer I say something like 'oh yes sir. You act just like my father?' or 'Yes. You remind me of my friends. You're very attractive'?"

"Boy, watch your tongue." I'm surprised there aren't waiters here telling us to leave yet. We're certainly distracting everyone, and probably disturbing a few as well.

"Lee! Enough!" My mother commands, pulling his attention away from my wolf just briefly. "This is not how civilized morphs are meant to act!" If anything, she's louder than my father at this point.

"Does that list of cute friends include my son?" He asks. My heart drops. I really don't want to be pulled into this. Although... In a way it really is about me. But Bastion wouldn't pull me in like this. He'll say no. He'll say no.

"He's at the top." Bastion answers, standing and leaving in a huff. My father is speechless, and just watches. My mother looks close to the same, but more speechless than surprised, unlike my father. When he leaves, my father sits back down, and clears his throat. My mother tries to regain her composure, but fails to even say a word, unlike my father.

"Fucking fag. He's the one that needs to learn respect." He growls out, "He can find his own ride home... and I don't want you to be around him anymore." My mother is finding something very interesting to focus on in her water. I look down and fidget with my hands. "You stay away from him. Fucking homo. Got it?" he snaps his fingers and pulls my attention up. "Got it?" I open my mouth, but fail to say anything, and so I shut it.

"Lee... You are really over reacting."

"Shut it Darla." He growls. "Rejinold Whimener. Answer me."

"No." i answer, finally snapping. He has no right to tell me who I can and can not be with. Whether it be a friend or a boyfriend.

"Excuse me?"

"No." I stand and look him in the eyes, suddenly feeling very large. "I don't have a problem with him. He's a good guy, and has never hurt me." I state very carefully. "You have no right to just kick him out when we brought him along." I continue. My mother is silent again, but at least she's watching me. "I think you need to take some time to calm down and rethink what you're saying." I finish, turning and walking away. Outside I don't see Bastion, but I have a feeling he's going back to the cabin to get his things. Too bad he doesn't have a key.

It isn't too far to the cabin from the restaurant, maybe a mile or two, but that doesn't stop me from hurrying, if just to try and catch Bastion. I think he must of ran half way though, because I finally catch up to him on one of the last turns to the cabin. He's walking with his head down, and tail drooping. I start to run to catch up. I hope he's not angry at me for being quiet.

"Bastion!" I call, and his ears perk up, or at least they look like they do. He turns a moment later and stops so I can reach him. His eyes are puffy, and I can see the faintest signs of wet cheek fur. He sniffles as he watches me, bent over and gasping for air. "B-Bastion... I-I'm... Sorry." I look up at him to see what his reaction is.

"It's not your fault." he answers, looking at me. Oh, but it is. I feel like it is. I was the one who didn't stand up for what I am. How I am.

"No... I should of... Stood up with you..." God, I'm out of shape. I shouldn't be this tired and winded from a short sprint.

"You didn't and that's okay." He replies, his voice sounding distant. Even if he wants me to believe him, his voice is betraying him. He wanted me to. He wanted me to very badly. Why can't life be simple?

"No. You don't think that." I answer, "So don't try to fool me."

"Rej..." He starts, but goes silent. "I did want you to side with me. I would of loved to see you stand up and tell your father. If only to piss him off... But I understand that you aren't ready, and you need to tell them when you feel you are." That sounds a little more truthful, and I don't really have a verbal response to that, so instead, I just wrap my arms around him in a hug. I should say something though. Like 'I love you so much' or 'I want you to help me tell them.' but instead, I start to cry.

I know I'm not the only one, but it is hell to just keep in the fact that I'm gay. Living with that pressure and fear, that if I say or do something just slightly out of place, it could reveal myself to everyone. That it could change how others see me. It would too. The friends who were friends would feel odd no doubt, whether hanging out with me, or in conversation. I can see it in my head. 'Hey Rej, how you doing? See the new student today? Man she was hot...' and how would I respond? 'Meh, I'm gay remember?' or 'Forget the girl. Did you see her brother?' or they would just clam up. Or maybe I'm just worrying.

And now, thinking back on it, it would of been a good time to come out. Or at least it seems like it. I could of come out, and relieved all the stress that I've had, but been ignoring. Bastion's petting my back, just cooing and holding me. He has helped me. How could I forget? He's made me happier these past few weeks than I have been for a long time. Because around him, I can be me. I can let my guard down and open up. Just like our first time. His birthday. And in a sense, last night. Every day, we learn more about each other. Our likes and dislikes.

His shirt is wet from my tears when I finally remove my head from his chest. He's still petting me, but makes eye contact when I pull back slightly. His own face appears wet from new tears, but I'm not sure. My eyes are still to blurry.

"Let's get back to the cabin..." He finally speaks, gently pulling me with him. I follow, leaning on his arm. Anyone watching would think I'm the one who's had a hard time tonight. "I'll call my parents up and I'll go home." He continues. "I don't think I'll be welcome for a long time." He's looking ahead as he speaks, watching something in the distance. I don't want him to go. But I didn't want a lot of things to happen.

"Okay..." I murmur, nodding. I want to ask to go with him, but I don't know what he's thinking right now. I squeeze him gently. "I'm sorry this happened."

"I'm not." His answer catches me by surprise, and I look up at him. "I stood up for myself. That's not something to be sorry about."

"But... it ruined our weekend." I answer, tearing up again. I really need to control myself. I feel like I'm being too clingy. Not to mention a drama queen.

"Nonsense. We can have a great weekend at my house. We'll go out to a nice restaurant, see a movie, and enjoy one of the last weekends of summer together." He answers, smiling down at me.

"You want me to go with you?"

"Of course. I assumed you would want to, and were expecting to. One of those unwritten things." He answers, blinking a few times. "Or did you really want to stay with your parents. I shake my head quickly in answer.

"We won't get along... not right now." He doesn't answer, but does squeeze me.

"We're here." I look up, and we are there. The cabin is right in front of us. I fish in my pocket for the key and pull it out. We unlock the door and go in. Thankfully our things are still in our bags. Bastion digs through his bag and pulls out his cellphone, quickly calling his parents.

"Hello? Yes mum. I know it's late. I'm sorry." Bastion speaks, "Well, yes sort of... I need you to drive up here and pick Bastion and I up... Well no... They're fine... I sort of got in an argument with his father... I can explain when you get here. But I was kicked out... Well, I assumed so... Hold on." Bastion puts his paw over the speaker and looks at me. "You do want to go with me right?"

"Yes." I answer. He smiles and motions for me to move to him. He grabs me and pulls me to his side.

"Yes, he's coming... Okay. Thank you mum. See you here then... I love you too... Yes... I'm sorry too... okay, bye." He clicks the phone off and kisses my head. "She'll be here in a few hours."

"She knows where we are?"

"Well yes. I left them with the address." He smiles softly. I nuzzle him and kiss the underside of his jaw. He sits down on the couch and pulls me into his lap as he does. "I love you Rej."

"I love you too Bastion." I whisper, kissing him on the lips. We hold it for a few moments until we separate. "We need to pack our things." I kiss him on the lips and hug him tightly.

"It'd be smart." He agrees, standing. I slide off of him in the process. We spend the few minutes it takes to pack up. When we're done, we go back to cuddling with each other. Me sitting in Bastions lap and nuzzling his neck while he's holding me tight. My ear twitches. The door knob just turned, and the door opened, and we're right in plain view. Shit. But I did want to come out.

"Rejinold Nostradam Whimener! What the fuck are you doing?" The fox yells. I look at him, blushing profusely. Bastion growls softly, staring at my father. "Well?" His voice doesn't sound familiar, but I doubt it ever really was, he'd just been a title. A figurehead. The advice he'd always given me, was spoken from someone who didn't know me, just as I didn't know him... "I'm seriously fucking pissed!"

"He's spending time with his boyfriend. In private. Just like you were saying we should." Bastion fires immediately, his arms still around me.

"I'm not talking to you!" My father bellows, stepping forwards.

"Lee? What in hell has gotten..." My mother falters as she looks past him to see us. "oh."

"Bastion hit it pretty well." I answer, looking at my father. "I'm spending time with him."

"I didn't fucking raise you to-" I growl at him to cut him off.

"No. You didn't really raise me did you? You were just there." I snarl, "You just think you raised me. You were just there." He tries to speak but only manages to open and close his mouth. "Shocked?" I ask smugly. My father steps forwards, his paws curled into fists, and absolute anger in his eyes. This isn't good.

"I'm your father."

"yes you are. Thanks for pointing out the obvious." I snap, getting off of Bastion and moving towards him. "And just in case you forgot. I'm your son." We're only a few spaces apart.

"Enough!" my mother shrieks, stomping forwards and standing between us.

"Darla. Move."

"Lee. Enough!" She orders, slapping him on the muzzle. Bastion is besides me suddenly, a paw on my shoulder. My father steps back, rubbing his muzzle. "Enough." She turns to me. "Does he make you happy?" She asks. I nod. "I think then... That you need to step outside... Your father and I have a lot to talk about." She says stepping aside so both of us can exit. Bastion runs back briefly to grab our things.

"I'm going with Bastion." I speak, as I step out with my wolf.

"That's fine.Given everything... I think we'll need the weekend to sort this out." She replies, closing the door. I look at bastion and then we walk out to the parking lot to wait for his mother. There's an open bench that we take residence on.

"Well. I'm out." I smile weakly, snuggling against Bastion.

"I guess you are." He answers back. Despite the seriousness, I feel good. My parents now know. And while my father took it worse than I had expected, it's nice to feel that my mother is at least tolerant. I feel Bastion's paw on my knee and shift slightly. He doesn't do anything though, but I don't think I'd stop him if he tried now. I'm too happy. Even if we're out in the open. It's late enough no one would really see, unless they wanted to.

It's maybe an hour later when his mother finally arrives, pulling to a stop not far from us. We stand and walk to the car, both of us smiling broadly. Bastion puts everything in the trunk, then opens the car door for me. After I climb in, he follows, closing the door once he's in. We buckle up, and I lean against his shoulder as we drive off. It's eleven according to the clock.

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