Descent Chapter 2
#2 of Jason Wolfe: Descent
**Chapter 2: That Didnt Happen Did It?
Newroads, Wolfe Residence**
R3 the Writer of Reality and ruler of the laws that bound Space and Time sat in his throne, watching as countless events passed by his alien eyes. Images of worlds going to war, nations being destroyed, people dying and hearts breaking flashed before him.
At the centre of all this was the Malefactors...
Evil incarnate capable of corrupting even the most valiant of souls and twisting the purest hearts into weapons of wanton desire and destruction.
He watched as millions of people succumbed to them.
"Rex Cumulus..." he murmured with disappointment. He waved a hand and the images vanished before him.
"The mortals of Enria and its associated Reality are quickly losing face, R3."
His eyes darted to another figure in the pure-white room. A dark figure dressed from head to toe in thick, silver armour. Twin, proton cannons were mounted on his shoulders and eight, thick, electrical wires tampered off from a central unit on his back and disappeared into nothingness.
D8 the Derelict the No One who governed Energy.
"I am not one to lose faith in mortals so quickly, D8," R3 answered.
"Your players are quickly falling," D8 observed, regarding the space where the images once hovered. "Rex Cumulus was just one of many failed attempts to bring light back into a darkening world. Your 'superheroes' only fed that darkness."
"Mortals will be mortals. They cannot be otherwise without greed, envy and pride."
"Or lust?"
R3 bristled and narrowed his gaze at his subordinate. "Speak your mind, D8."
"I am simply suggesting that perhaps it is too soon go give Genesis to someone who is still struggling with himself. The fate of a world cannot be rested on unsure shoulders."
R3 smiled and laughed. "Ah, D8. You fail once again to see that while his shoulders are unsure, there are those that would hold him strong."
"Once again emphasising the strength of the collective instead of the individual? R3, you are becoming repetitive."
"Mortals cannot stand alone. Not even we can hold Realities together as individuals." R3 turned away from D8. A weapon materialised in front of him; a long silvery blade with a golden edge. "I will give him Genesis personally... But you are correct on one account. He needs to ascertain where he stands first and foremost. Should he stand against us... I will personally destroy him."
"I will hold you to that, R3."
****
Jason Wolfe woke with a start, sitting up in his bed and instantly feeling the cool autumn breeze against his short, jet-black fur. A shiver ran through his entire body as he realised he was terribly nude. He never slept in the nude before and there was an odd, musky smell in the air that he couldn't quite place... That smell, however, roused something inside him that he wasnt sure he wanted awake.
Too bad that didnt stop the memories.
"Jase! Oh god!"
Jason shut those thoughts away horror replacing everything.
That did not happen... he thought. ... did it...?
It was like he was standing in front of his own bedroom door. He could hear the sounds from inside, those three words replaying over and over in his head but he didn't want to look inside. Visual confirmation would be everything...
No! Dont look, his mind screamed.
Well...
... maybe just one peek...
One last sentence...
Thats in son... Oh yeah...
Jason shut the door in his mind, whimpering softly. He didn't want to believe it... He couldn't have done that... Not with his
He blocked it all out and leapt out of bed.
Then he glanced down and noticed his arousal.
"Traitor!" he spat and quickly slipped on a pair of boxer shorts.
He was so full of panic and fear that he didn't even realise the shorts were a little too big for him and he would never be caught dead in anything with the Justice Guard insignia on it.
It was the last day of school for the week so he figured he could bury himself in his school work and address this problem later. He froze in front of his bedroom door.
What if his dad was already up?
His Social Studies grades needed work so if the events of last night ever came up, he'll talk about the weather... or the latest superhero escapades.
Yeah... that'll work.
Jason took a deep breath and pulled open the door. He strode down the stairs to the smell of blueberry waffles. His dad was all dressed up to head to work he was some business executive for some powerful corporation that Jason never asked about.
Good... There's no way the guy you just had sex with would be dressed that formally...
... Right...?
Oh god...
He glanced at the ceiling.
"Give me a sign," he whispered softly.
Three things happened at exactly the same time.
Their neighbour- a guy just getting his licence - was starting to back out from their garage but couldn't quite get onto the road at the right angle. So, he slipped back into the garage... then backed out again, swore, then slipped back it... He was doing a terrible job and did that about twenty times before Jason looked away.
His dad squeezed a bottle of maple syrup somewhere and a loud, g_ooey_ splatting sound filling the kitchen.
The TV was on and the sports announcer shouted, "Oh yeah! Score!" as he described the latest soccer game.
Jason scowled.
"I hate you guys."
Dan heard him and looked around. "Hey! Morning, Jason."
Jason could only manage a very nervous laugh halfway between saying, 'Morning dad' and 'I've got to be on the other side of the country right now.'
Then Dan gave him a very odd look. "Jason... are those my boxers?"
...
Jason looked down... at his father's boxers... which he was wearing...
His mind screamed.
Flight or fight response kicked in... In favour of flight.
He turned -
And was stopped by his father's firm grip on his wrist. "Jason! Stop!"
Gah! He's going to rape me!
Wow, he's got a strong grip...
Or maybe he's just as confused as I am...?
Jason turned slowly around, his lips quivering and his tail tucking between his legs. "D- Dad... I... I -"
"Sit down, Jason."
Right now, he had no idea what else to do and he sat at the dining table shivering not only from the cold but in anticipation of what was coming next. Dan flicked off the TV before taking a seat right next to him. Jason wanted to pull his chair as far away from his father as he could but decided that it took two to horizontal tango... Dan had to have his reasons... right?
"About last night..." Dan began softly.
Here it comes...
"I've got something to tell you..."
Jason could see it now. The reason his father abandoned him as a child was because he was a repressed homosexual. He didn't want to rape his own son and look off to save his son from a lifetime of ridicule and torment. All he could do was pray his son would grow up perfectly normal without him. But then the urges became too strong to resist. He heard how his son was in a gang and how that same son stopped a middle school massacre. Too much stimulation...
And the worst part...?
... last night...
I think I liked it...
Dan reached over and held Jasons hand tightly. Part of Jason wanted to pull away... the other wanted to hold him tight.
"First," Dan said softly, "are you alright that we...?" He drifted off.
There was no use beating around the bush.
Jason told himself that he had to admit it... He was gay... and he and his dad had...
... had..
The ;s-word;...
"Fucked each others brains out?" he finished.
Dan gave him that odd look again. "What?"
"What-what?" Jason responded, just as stunned.
"You thought we...?"
"Didn't we?"
Dan laughed, relief washing over his face. "Oh god no! I mean, sure we got undressed youre good at that by the way but all we did was cuddle. You cried a bit and you poked me a little..."
"Poked you?"
"You know... with Little Jason down there." Dan pointed downwards and Jason blushed, averting his gaze. "Nothing happened, Jason. It's perfectly okay that youre attracted to men."
"Just say it," Jason snapped, shutting his eyes. "I'm gay!"
Dan rolled his eyes. "Gay is just a hateful word people used to refer to us decades ago. We are who we are. Mortals. I don't think the gods care who we sleep with."
"What about all that 'propagation and not recreation' stuff were taught in school...?"
Dan stared at him seriously. "They teach you that at school? Since when did Newroads High be so conservative?"
"Arkton was pretty conservative..."
"Right... The school where one of its students went on a shooting rampage that you stopped?"
Jason scowled. "Thats not funny."
His dad just grinned. It was a cute grin too. "Sorry. I couldnt help it."
He shook his head. "If nothing happened then how come I've got these memories of you telling me to...um... poke you further."
Dans eyebrows shot up. "Jason, I think you dreamt that."
"Huh?"
Dan was laughing and at that point, Jason felt that laughter was at his expense.
"Let's just say that when I woke up this morning, I was a little... wet."
Oh god!
I cummed on my dad!
Jason slammed his head against the table, hoping to desensitise himself enough that this would all go away... or at least give himself amnesia.
"Jason!"
No good.
"Dad... I don't feel like going to school today."
"I understand. You can stay home today. I'll call the school." He sensed his father get up and pat his shoulders. "Just take all the time you need, okay? And don't be ashamed. I'm certainly not."
Jason's head snapped up.
"Wait... So you're...?"
Dan laughed as he retrieved the waffles from the kitchen. "Jason, I'm the one that kissed you remember. Though if I remember correctly, that wasn't the case for long."
"Please stop teasing me..." he whimpered.
"Sorry."
His father was grinning or smiling throughout the entire meal and Jason was just feeling so terribly miserable that not even his favourite waffles could curb the sinking feeling in his stomach.
Dan made the call a short while later and told him he was leaving for work.
Jason was just feeling numb and muttered a soft, 'Kay'.
He decided to take a shower to get rid of the musky smell that clung to his fur. His entire body felt a little heavy like a great weight had fallen on him. Not a single part of him wanted to address the problems swirling around in his head at the moment.
For his entire life, he was taught that being gay was a cardinal sin. Having sex with a man or even looking at a man the wrong way would have him damned for all eternity to Hell. His thoughts travelled back to what V10 told him.
He drew comfort from that... until doubt started jumping in again.
What if that was all a test...?
A test of my faith and devotion...?
Did I fail?
Did I epically fail !?
Suddenly, he felt very unclean and bolted to the upstairs showers. When he saw his reflection in the mirror, his sapphire-blue eyes wide in fear and his trim, athletic body looking rather manly in his dad's red boxers, he panicked. Jason threw off the shorts more because it had the Justice Guard insignia on it than because it was his fathers and leapt into the shower.
Freezing cold water pelted him, instantly killing his libido and causing his erect manhood to sink back into its sheath. He began scrubbing himself viciously. In his eyes, there were indiscernible people pounding at the shower doors shouting, 'unclean' or 'abomination' and those same words were burned into his fur. No matter how much he scrubbed, they just wouldnt vanish.
"My god you're neurotic."
"WHA!"
Jason leapt back and almost tripped when he saw S-Zero the Saviour of Space leaning over the top of the showers stall. S-Zero was the No One who governed Space and was T13's brother. Together, the two governed the remaining No Ones and reported directly to R3 the Writer of Reality. Strangely, R3 supposedly reported to a fourteenth No One known as EX the Existent but Jason had never met EX.
"Do you even really see the things going on in your head?" S-Zero asked, making circular gestures beside his head. "Coo-coo!"
"Dude! A little privacy!" Jason exclaimed.
S-Zero was one of the more normal No Ones in that he was vaguely normal in appearance. The only thing with him was that he wore an all-consuming black cloak with a hood that hid his features entirely. No matter how much light was around or at what angle the light came in at, it was impossible to see what was beneath that hood. The only thing visible were S-Zeros bright, sky-blue eyes.
"We already saw it all," S-Zero said, waving at him absently. "I mean, we were all watching last night. I managed to get twenty bucks off D8." Somehow, he felt that S-Zero was grinning even if he couldnt see it. "Way to go, by the way. Finally admitting your gay was a major step forward."
If Jasons heart could plummet any further, it just did.
"You all were watching?"
"Yep. You looked cute. Especially when you howled as you climaxed..."
"Oh god..."
"Yes?"
"Not you!"
"You wanna speak to R3?"
No... He really didn't
R3 was really the only No One that Jason looked up to. Not that he didn't respect the other No Ones it was just that R3 was always so calm, collected and wise. The others just liked teasing him and messing with him. To Jason, R3 was like... Was more a god than the other No Ones.
He couldn't really stand to face R3 right now...
"No... I think I'm good."
S-Zero inclined his head to the side. "Okay but you know we don't care, right?"
"About what? That I have fantasies about sleeping with my dad or that Im gay?"
"Both."
"How can you say that!?"
The No One pointed at the shower. "Well, first off, finish up. You're wasting water."
Jason snarled and switched off the shower, rubbing himself dry with a towel that S-Zero handed him. The No One accompanied him to his room where he dressed himself in some casual clothes.
"First off, lets address the whole incest thing," S-Zero said, crossing his arms behind his head. The No One was shorter than Jason, something he realised as they were striding down the hallway. "If the only people left in the world were a father and his daughter, do you think they would start the process of propagation to save your race or stick to their ideals and end their line there and then."
"This is different," Jason growled. "The world isnt going to end."
"Not that youre aware of."
Jason whirled around to face the No One. "What?"
S-Zero just kept walking into his Dan's room. "Nothing."
Talking to R3 was starting to sound better and better with each passing second.
"Okay, how about this, then?" S-Zero said, hopping onto Dan's bed.
Looking at the room, Jason realised just how much bigger his room was. Dan barely had enough room to fit the bed and a desk.
Have I been that much of an ass...?
"In the end, when all is said and done and you're supposed to pass on to the next life, it is us - the No Ones - that judge you. It is us that will decide if you should get to live on happily in paradise, get sent back to try again or suffer eternal torment until you learn your lesson. Trust me, it really isn't that dramatic but I'm not allowed to tell you what happens in the end. Though, I am allowed to tell you that since we're the ones judging you, we don't take sexual orientation or even hyperactive libidos that hump anything with a pulse even if it is their own fathers into account. If it's rape, that's a different matter entirely.
"I wont try justifying what other people or religion has to say about this act because those are all your affairs. It's you who has to live in this Reality and it's you who has to suffer the consequences of your actions. Yes, you have to live by the laws of people who rule your world but when you cross over into ours, you can rest assured that if you and your dad played catch with your bones more often than not, none of us would give a damn."
Jason rubbed his temples. "So... If you weren't the one...?"
S-Zero shrugged. "I don't know. Depends on the Reality. If you're not sure, just ask. Don't ask the priests or the guys issuing the mandates on behalf of your deities. They're mortals too, remember. Ask the deity."
Jason gulped loudly. "So... Formally... What will happen if me and my dad...?"
Somehow, Jason knew S-Zero was grinning at him again. "Wow... You really want it, don't you?"
He leapt back in horror. "No! Of course not! I'm not -"
S-Zero leaned forward. "Yes...?"
...
"Um..."
"Same rules apply, Jason," S-Zero said. "I don't care. Love is love. Some might argue that if your true love just happens to be your old man and youre a dude, what are you supposed to do? You try to be together as much as possible because in the end..." S-Zero leapt off Dans' bed and jabbed Jasons chest. "When it all comes down to it, in the moment that you and your partner come together, that there is your deity."
Jason was left even more confused. "What?"
S-Zero stepped past him and headed down the stairs. Mull it over. "It'll come to you. Oh, incidentally, Connor is going to come over this afternoon. Try to look surprised."
"Hey! Wait!"
But S-Zero was gone.
The confusion was mounting and he was unsure if what S-Zero told him made him feel better or not. On the one hand, he had been given the green light by the No One to go for it... to have... the s-word with his dad... To love his dad more than just a father.
But it all sounded too sappy... Something out of a really bad gay novel or an ill-conceived fantasy.
There had to be a catch...
Jason knew he wouldn't be able to solve any of this without his father, though.
There was a lot of time before classes finished and Connor would make his appearance so Jason decided to park himself in front of the TV for the first few hours and try to clear his mind. Then, he resolved hed finally unpack. Everything he owned was still in those brown boxes in his room and he wanted to tell his dad that he was here to stay.
Whether it be as son or lover... that would be decided later.
He switched on the TV and, straight up, there was a newscast on a superhero.
Jason groaned and was about to switch it when -
"Rex Cumulus has gone bad," the newscaster announced, his voice both loud and shaky at the same time. "That's right, folks, one of the most powerful superheroes on Enria has defected. He was last seen terrorizing his hometown of New Hope City."
He couldnt believe his ears.
Jason leaned forward, his muzzle slightly open as he listened to the report.
Rex Cumulus was an incredibly powerful superhero who could control the weather. He was renowned for his ability to ride clouds and cast thunderstorms upon his enemies with devastating results. Dubbed the King of Clouds, Rex Cumulus was highly decorated but also fairly modest. He refused membership into the Justice Guard and stayed defending New Hope City. Occasionally he would branch out into other locations to help other supers out but he was one of the supers that Jason halfway-respected.
The spandex turned Jason off.
"Whoa..."
There was nothing else on TV except for constant news on how New Hope City was now basically rubble in the wake of a terrible thunderstorm cast by Rex Cumulus. There were a lot of survivors. More than a few dead.
Jason flicked off the TV and couldn't help but wonder if Rex Cumulus defection was caused by a Malefactor. He remembered H2's description of the dark creatures that were a manifestation of all mortal evils.
Did Rex Cumulus encounter a Malefactor and that was why he turned?
Was the Blue Wolf going to go bad as well?
Jason went back up to his room and fixed up his bed. It was a little funny that his dad had taken every item of his except for those boxers. Some cynical part of Jason said it was planted.
He shook his mind off the thought and began to unpack his belongings.
There really wasn't much. Just a couple of novels, articles of clothing and that badge of heroism he obtained last year from Arkton Middle School for saving the school. He placed that on the shelf alongside his books. The men's fitness magazines he tucked in a box beneath his bed.
Jason then started setting up his computer.
It was a little sad how he had constantly been using the computers at the library to do his homework and research. Anything at all to avoid coming home to his father... Jason felt that pit form in his stomach again but this time, it wasn't from the horrifying truth that he now had to live with.
I should make it up to my dad somehow...
An idea sprung to mind.
Quickly, he connected to the internet and began surfing for some five-star dining ideas that he could whip up by the time his father got home. There a thousand great ideas but all of them required ingredients he needed that they just didn't have.
I could go down to the supermarket...
He glanced over at his wallet which sat pathetically on the bedside table next to his lamp. It was even more barren than the Cardion Desert.
So there went that idea...
But maybe...
The dinner didn't have to be made tonight... The weekend was less than twenty four hours away and the possibility of breakfast in bed was certainly on the table. He remembered that his father was quite a devoted carnivore so something meaty would have to be on the menu.
For some reason, the thought of a particular type of sausage filled his mind and he pushed it out before it developed.
Would be meaty though...
Gah!
Maybe breakfast wouldn't be such a good idea...
Still, he persisted and saw some pretty amazing heavy dishes for breakfast.
He clicked on a link entitled, 'A Man's Breakfast.'
Big mistake...
His vision was instantly assaulted by vivid images of various fit, well-endowed men making sultry poses in the kitchen supposedly cooking breakfast. A lump formed in his throat and his left hand was inching towards the backspace button while his right was driving the mouse to the 'Enter' link on the website.
Right hand won.
A big, brown wolf flashed before his eyes looking so much like his father. The wolf lay on the counter of a large kitchen, grinning lewdly at Jason and inviting him closer. Dozens of pictures of the wolf overcame his self-control and Jason's left hand defected slipping into his pants and seizing his erect cock. His right was clicking from picture to picture, enlarging the image for Jason's eyes to hungrily devour. Bit by bit, the wolf on the site slowly teased Jason while also coaxing his own impressive penis out of his sheath.
Jason began stroking his cock. With each picture he clicked, his pace increased by a fraction of a second. He was stroking at a rate of four lengths per second.
Strangely, the further Jason proceeded, the more the wolf took on the semblance of his father.
Eight lengths...
In some part of his mind, there was a voice telling him he was just fantasising but that same voice asked the rhetorical question, 'Wouldn't be hot if dad did that?'
Sixteen...
A look of ecstasy crossed the wolfs features as a spray of sticky, white goo splattered all over the counter.
Jasons climax hit at that point and he shuddered as his entire body exhausted it's supplies of energy into shooting his seed all over his computer screen. His mind began to blur and all he could think of was just how hot his dad was.
There was brief instant of clarity that told him he should clean up the mess he made and delete his history.
Of course, that was just for an instant.
The hormones took over again and Jason leaned forward, licking his own cum off the computer screen. The last image showed the wolf smirking at Jason, covered in white cream. Jason licked the strings of his seed from the wolf's digitised face, just thinking - fantasising - what it would be like to perform the same act with the real thing...
The saltiness dancing around his tongue only aided in the vivid imagery.
Jason finished up and looked longingly at the image. With a defeated sigh, he deleted his browsers history and grabbed a towel from the bathroom to properly clean himself and his computer of the evidence.
Thinking about cleaning up, he changed the sheets of his bed and stuffed them all into the laundry.
Despite knowing it would only be himself and his father in the house, he was still feeling strangely paranoid about the evidence.
Maybe it was because thirteen all-powerful entities were constantly watching him...
... or that Connor was coming over soon.
As the washer did its thing, Jason suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to visit the kitchen. He changed his clothes and travelled down the stairs. Surprise hit him hard when he saw the basket full of groceries on the counter with a big, golden bow and a small envelope addressed to him.
Jason rummaged through the basket and found a recipe for a delectable honey glazed ham roast and all the ingredients he would need.
There was also some water-based lubricant...
He dropped that like it was on fire.
Hesitantly, he opened the envelope.
'Good show,' it read. 'That was totally hot. Thought I'd save you the trip to supermarket. Make sure your dad gets loads of meat. He likes to be filled up.'
Jason winced and threw the letter into the trash.
He sorted through the groceries and started preparing everything for the evening. He prepared the glaze, some sauce as well as some spices for the vegetables that would go well with the dish. As he did this, he wondered if it'd be too corny if he put up candles and had the roast sitting in the middle of the dining table.
That idea went out the window, pushed by the thought that it was too much like a daytime opera and he needed to stop watching so many romantic comedies.
With really nothing else to do until the end of the school day, Jason headed back up to his room
Ding-dong!
He stopped...
"Must be the mailman..."
With a shrug, he opened the front door...
... and his jaw dropped.
"Connor?"
"Hey Jase," the smaller tiger replied a little hesitantly. He was hiding something behind his back. "Erm... Noticed you werent at school today."
"Uh... Yeah... Wasn't feeling too well..."
In the back of his mind, he realised that despite knowing Connor was coming, he was actually very surprised. Every part of him cursed S-Zero silently and knew the No Ones were laughing at him.
"Oh..." Connor looked disappointed as he revealed a pair of movie tickets from behind his back. "Guess you wouldn't wanna hit the theatre, huh?"
"What...?
"Don't you have class?"
Connor shrugged dismissively. "I kinda ditched at lunch. I was worried you weren't coming back ever because of what Norwood tried to do."
Just the mention of the vice-principal made Jasons blood boil but he pushed those emotions down. "Yeah but my dad fixed everything." He wasn't entirely sure but it seemed that there was a slight inflection when he said 'dad'... It was almost... respectful.
Connors emerald eyes brightened. "So you've got your normal class schedule back?"
"Yep. Still gotta visit the school shrink every week but I think I can handle that."
"That's great!"
There was a moment of awkward silence between them.
Jason wanted to invited Connor inside (his friend hadn't been in the house yet) but a fear of being discovered filled his entire being.
Did he clean every speck of sperm off his computer?
Would Connor ask why he was washing his bed sheets?
Was the smell gone?
Suddenly, going to the movies didn't sound too bad.
"So," he began, grinning a little forcefully. "What're we seeing?"
****
It was well into mid-afternoon when the movie finished.
"Man that was lame," Jason laughed, rolling his eyes. "Who would've thought a movie called, 'Silver Breaker could be a chick-flick about a girl falling in love with a superhero?"
"Silver Soul was a pretty good actor," though, Connor said with a slight shrug as the two of them left the theatre and waited by the bus stop to return home.
Neither of them had cars yet.
"You kidding?" Jason exclaimed as the bus rolled in. "You could tell he was reading lines!"
"Huh... I would never have guessed."
Jason flashed his ticket at the bus driver and headed into the vehicle, taking a window seat near the back. Connor sat beside him, naturally.
"He's a prime example of why superheroes should stay out of the movie-making business," he continued. "Actors pretending to be superheroes make better movies than superheroes pretending to be themselves in the same movies."
"I dunno. Some actors just can't get the same look superheroes can."
"Ugh. You can do anything with special effects these days. Still..." He turned to Connor and smiled a warm, genuine smile something he hadn't achieved in a very long time. "Thanks for the movie, Connor. Despite the shoddy acting, I had fun."
"Same here," Connor replied, beaming. "Did you want to do something this weekend?"
Jason considered the talk he'd eventually have to have with his father. Perhaps, tonight he could fill any awkward empty silences with talk of the movie he saw with Connor and hit the hay early. Then, tomorrow he could further procrastinate by talking about his next outing...
"Sure. What did you wanna do?"
"Did you want to go to the carnival?"
"What are you? Ten?"
Connor pouted at him. Despite being a feline, Connor could pull off the puppy dog eyes far better than Jason could. There was just something about those big, emerald eyes that made hearts melt. Wincing, Jason conceded.
"So you think you can win me a big teddy bear?" Connor teased.
"Please don't embarrass yourself further."
People were starting to stare but there was just amused smiles and nothing overly suspicious. Jason still couldn't help but wonder what else they were thinking.
"Can we hit the Whirlinator?" Connor pleaded in a high-pitched, childish whine.
"When youre a little older."
"Can I eat lots of cotton candy?"
"You're already hyperactive as it is."
"Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Plea-" Connor had to take a breath. "-eese! Please! Please! Please!"
Jason rolled his eyes, unable to keep the smile from crawling onto his face. He missed the fun he had with Connor. That reminded him that he never got to apologise formally to his friend about the way he had been acting for the past three weeks.
Neither had he apologised to his father...
Got a lot on my to-do list...
Connor had stopped his childish pleading, obviously having accepted that he had won and had embarrassed Jason enough.
Halfway through the bus ride, the tiger nodded off to sleep.
He wasn't sure what it was about his friend but whenever they were travelling anywhere, Connor would just fall asleep. It never mattered where they were going or what mode of transport. Train, bus, car or plane, five to ten minutes into the trip and Connor would be fast asleep.
It was funny...
... until...
Connors head dropped onto Jason's shoulder.
For the moment, Jason allowed it. They would only have about another five minutes until they reached the stop closest to his house and he would bring Connor home before returning himself. He still had that dinner he had to cook for his father.
Something warm and fluffy wrapped around his chest.
Jason glanced down.
...
Connor was hugging him!
His mind went blank... and suddenly, all those stares around the bus had turned into judgmental looks... at least in his head.
They were shouting 'unclean' and 'abomination' again.
"Um... Connor...?"
His friend merely muttered in his sleep.
"Connor... Get up. We're almost there..."
"Hrmmm... So big and strong..."
Blood started pumping into two different locations; his cheeks and his groin.
Connors right hand running over his pecs while his left was slipping down to his rear, giving his butt a tight squeeze. Jason had to fight the urge to scream and dive out of the window just like Mr. Laurance had done when he saw the Blue Wolf.
If I attract attention to myself, it'll only make things worse.
"... so warm..."
You know what else makes things worse...?
Your friend his manhandling you!
"... Wow... juicy..."
Ding!
The bus stopped.
Jason instantly shot to his feet, waking Connor who gave a loud snort.
"Huh? Whazzut?"
"This is our stop," Jason said in an unusually high-pitched voice. He pushed past Connor and hurried out of the bus, hoping to high heaven no one saw his tented pants.
"Jase! Wait up!"
He ignored Connor, fighting the blush on his cheeks - not that it was visible beneath the black fur - and the raging erection in his pants.
Go down, damnit!
"Jase!"
Jason reached his house and hurried up the front yard. He wasn't sure how close Connor was behind him but he resolved that if he got in through the front door before his friend caught up, he could come up with some excuse after the weekend was over. His fingers felt numb probably from all the blood rushing to his groin as he fumbled for his keys. Every part of him was shaking as he tried to shove the key into the hole
Gah!
Innuendo!
"Jason!"
Someone grabbed his shoulder and he flung around, pressing his back against the door like a trapped animal.
Connor wasn't looking at his face.
Oh god...
"Jason...?" the tiger asked softly.
A strange bitterness rose up in Jason, bubbling to the surface and slipping out between his lips before he could stop it.
"My eyes are up here."
Connor looked up and flinched taking a step away from him.
Jason instantly regretted his word.
"Oh... Right... Sorry..." Connor murmured. "I'll uh... I'll just go then..."
Goddamnit!
What the hell am I supposed to do!?
A bee landed on Connors shoulder and lifted its stinger
Connor was allergic to bee stings.
"Connor!"
He squashed the bee... and ended up having his hand rest on his friend's shoulder.
Jason realised that it was the middle of autumn and bees were very rare in the cold environments of Newroads. It was why Connor's family moved here in the first place.
You bastards...
Connor turned to him, those emerald eyes filled with confusion and... hope?
"Yeah...?"
"Um... There was a bee on your shoulder...?" Jason replied meekly.
A smile tugged at the corner of Connors lips. "Right..."
"There was! I swear!" Jason pulled his hand away. Naturally, there was no bee there. "There really was!"
Connor was giving him that heart-melting look again. "Hey Jase... Can we talk about this?"
...
"Sure. You wanna come in?"
"Don't want to get stung by more bees."
Jason offered a very nervous laugh and opened the door, letting Connor in first. He prayed his father was home but by the absence of his fathers sleek, black convertible, that was highly unlikely.
Okay... Think this through this rationally...
What is the first thing a good host does...?
Get some drinks!
"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine," Connor replied, heading into the lounge and sitting on the big couch.
"Not even some water?" Jason asked, standing at the entrance to the lounge.
Please say yes!
"Um... Okay."
Yes!
Jason scrambled into the kitchen, snatching a glass from the cupboard and pulling out a bottle of chilled water from the fridge. His hands were shaking as he poured Connor a drink.
"I wonder if he's actually gay."
That wasnt his voice or Connor's.
He looked up in horror and found V10 hovering in a Recamier pose just in front of him over the counter.
"What are you doing here!?" Jason growled softly.
"To offer my services to a young individual who obviously needs it," V10 answered, her eyes bright with mirth. She straightened and bowed mockingly at him. "I am here to relay young Connor Starks thoughts to you directly."
"I don't need you to tell me what Connors thinking!"
"Are you sure you're not just a little curious?" the No One of the Mind asked, running a finger down her chin. "Hmmm... 'Or maybe hes bi...? Is that why hes been so moody lately?'"
"Stop that!"
"Maybe it'll help if I imitated his voice." V10 cleared her throat and started speaking in Connors exact voice. "'Maybe he only realised it after he met his dad. Mr. Wolfe is pretty smoking.'"
Jason groaned. "What if he sees you?"
"He won't."
Knowing there was nothing he could do but try to ignore V10, he headed into the lounge with the glass of water and offered it to Connor who took it with a smile.
"Wow. He looks really scared."
Ignore the floating deity relaying your friend's thoughts...
Ignore the floating deity relaying your friend's thoughts...
Ignore the floating deity relaying your friend's thoughts...
Jason sat down on the opposite end of the couch as far as possible from Connor and avoided those manipulative green eyes.
"I wonder if it's because he thinks I'll jump his bones...?"
"So..." Connor began softly. "Are you...?"
"You first," Jason stammered, his voice breaking slightly.
"Huh... I guess he's still not sure... I wonder what'll happen if I tell him... Will he still be my friend...? I can see it now though... He won't like me anymore and start bullying me like those kids from middle school..."
It horrified Jason that Connor had been bullied. In his opinion, Connor was untouchable. He was a member of the football team! No one beat up people from the football team - even in middle school or so Connor told him - except the football team!
And therein lay his answer.
Oh...
"Whatever happens," Jason said, swallowing the lump in his throat, "I'm still your friend, 'kay, Connor? I'm not about to go stabbing you in the back." Another thought hit him. "Just as long as you do the same for me."
"Wow... Just... wow."
"Okay," Connor said, shuffling a little closer. Jason had to fight every instinct not to jump onto the armrest, grab the lamp and tell Connor to stay away from him. "I'm gay, Jason. Have been since I was fourteen."
"Moment of truth..."
"I'm..." Jason croaked. "I'm still undecided... I think I'm... like you... Just..."
"Isn't it funny how you find it easier to talk to your friend than when you were confessing the same to your father?" V10 asked absently. "Or maybe its because you've got a bit of practice now...?" She shrugged. "Oh well, back to the commentary. Where were we...? A yes! 'Hes so cute when hes flustered.'"
Jason blushed deeply and wrung his hands together.
Connor was suddenly beside him, resting a hand over his hands.
"Jason, it's okay," the tiger whispered softly. "I know what its like. I went to a conservative school and my parents are pretty darn conservative too. It hurt like hell knowing I was something they hated."
"What did you do?" Jason asked.
"A lot of stupid things I regret..."
Connor gave him a wry smile. "What do you think a gay kid trying to be straight would do?"
"Hide it?"
"Like you wouldnt believe," Connor chuckled, looking towards the ceiling distantly. He was looking straight at V10 but obviously didn't see her. I" had... I think five girlfriends during middle soon. Tried having sex three times. Faked an orgasm once. Couldn't put out the rest. They all figured me out, you know."
In contrast, Jason realised he had it way easier than Connor. At least his father was open-minded. It seemed that if Connor's parents found out, they would have their son lynched, skinned and then hang the flayed corpse on a flagpole in their front yard as an example. "Oh... How'd they take it...?"
"One of them didn't really care," Connor answered with a shrug. "She got her fill so didn't care. Another one was really cool about it. I was figuring out myself at that point and she kinda laughed at me saying that if she could get a dollar for every gay guy that tried to sleep with her to prove to themselves that they were straight, she have it made."
Even Jason had to laugh at that.
"The third one..." Connor murmured softly. "Yeah... That went badly real quickly."
Instincts took over and Jason wrapped his hands around Connors instead. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"Yeah... still hurts but..."
"She told everyone in school," Connor admitted openly.
Jason winced. "It didn't go back to your parents, did it?"
Connor shook his head. "And I'll always be grateful for whatever god was responsible for that..."
"You can thank H2 for that, by the way," V10 said. "He said it'd be funny for that girl knowing that Connor didn't end up suffering that much."
"The football team still went pretty rough on me... "Connor admitted, wincing slightly. "They beat me up a lot and called me a 'fairy'. Wouldn't let me change in the same change room as them. I had to shower after everyone else." Connor turned back to Jason with a slightly smile. "You wouldn't believe how happy I was moving to a state school like Newroads."
Geez...
Connor has been hurt so much...
_"_What about you?" the tiger asked. "How'd you figure it out? Or at least got the inkling?"
Jason glanced at V10 who giggled. "I had an epiphany."
His friend looked a little disappointed. "That's it?"
Jason considered the pros and cons about telling Connor everything. It would be fantastic to have someone to confide in and a friend who was experienced in being gay so to speak. But, Connor was an entirely different person. How would the tiger react?
Being gay was one thing but... the other thing...?
Aw, why the hell not?
"And... my dad sorta kissed me."
Connors eyes went wide.
"Here it comes..."
"That is so totally hot," V10 reported.
Jason tried to hold his surprise and just had his jaw drop open... The momentary lapse of concentration caused something to slip...
"... and I sorta kissed him back..."
"Scorching hot!" V10 exclaimed excitedly.
"Did you...?" Connor began, stammering slightly. "Like it...?"
Um...
"I came on him last night and I've been having fantasies about him on the kitchen counter pawing off..."
"Whoa... He is so gay."
Jason winced and tore his eyes away from Connor, pulling his hands away as well.
"Jason, wait."
Not sure if I want to...
Two soft paws grabbed the side of his head and slowly turned it back to face the lithe tiger.
Heart-Melting Emerald Eyes Stare!
GAH!
Jason was paralysed. Even the fact that V10 was leaning forward in anticipation didn't bring his muscles back to life. All he could focus on was the closing gap between his face and Connor's.
A little countdown appeared in his head.
Seconds to impact: 6!
Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!
5!
Do I want to? Am I ready?
This is my friend!?
4!
At least he's not my dad...
3!
I need some advice! Someone! Anyone!
2!
AAAAAAAAAAAAH!
1!
"Just let it happen, Jason."
He knew that voice...
It was R3...
"Doors may open but children need their parents to step through. Men rush blindly in without heed. Heroes take others with them into the light. Move forward."
Their lips locked and Jason wrapped his right arm around Connor's waist while his left curled around the tiger's neck, pulling them closer together. His muzzle pulled open tentatively and he felt Connors tongue shoot inside, running along the length of his fangs. He countered by running his tongue over the tiger's lips slowly... sensually... lovingly.
The world spun as Jason lost himself in the warmth from Connor's body and they collapsed into the couch, Connor and gravity pushing the lithe tiger's body against his own. Jason slipped his right hand into the waistband of Connors jeans just as the tiger unbuckled the pants. Feeling the tiger's thighs and thick fur between his hands urged him further and his hormones begged for release. Connors scent filled his nostrils and he pulled away from the kiss to burying his nose into the tiger's neck, inhaling the musky, slightly peppery scent.
Expert hands deftly peeled his own jeans away and the sensation of their legs intertwining with one another sent his mind reeling. He returned the favour by reaching under Connor's shirt, caressing the thick, soft fur and feeling the tight muscles beneath. His fingers closed around the shirt's edges and slowly pulled them upwards. A pang of disappointment hit him as Connor was forced to pull away as he threw the article of clothing away. That instant of chilling emptiness vanished as Connor returned and ran his tongue along the length of Jasons lupine jaw.
Connor's hands wrapped around his neck, grasping the edges of his shirt's collar and yanking them upwards. Jason opened his eyes and turned his head upwards as his midriff became exposed. In that instant, he saw V10 hovering there making thrusting gestures with her hips. She then made moaning sounds before giving him a thumbs-up and vanishing in a burst of electrical energies.
You're such a bitch, he thought with a smile.
Jason returned his attention to Connor as their bodies pressed up against one another, now only in their underwear - Connor in a pair of white briefs and him in blue boxers. Connors paws made circular motions on his pecs.
"God, youve gotten big over the summer..."
"Wanna see where else I've grown?" Jason replied, grinning lewdly.
"Thought you'd never ask."
Connor suddenly slipped out of view and Jason followed him as the tiger swiftly but reverently pulled his boxers past his knees. The tiger gasped as Jason's nine inch fully erect penis bobbed in the air. The chilly air on such a sensitive organ made Jason shiver.
That didn't last long.
Jason panicked for an instant as Connor leaned over to his cock and closed his lips around it.
He's gonna -
"Ah!" he gasped Connors rough tongue danced around his glands while his lips sucked - invited - Jason's dick to slip further into the tiger's mouth.
"You like that?" Connor asked, pulling away and winking slyly.
"Uh..." Jason began, unable to fully respond.
"I've had lots of practice. How 'bout this one?"
The tiger leaned in on Jason's balls and drew a single, long lick from the base of Jasons penis up to the cumslit. It felt like an eternity having that warm, wet sensation drag up the underside of his cock. Jason wasn't sure what he said but Connor grinned before grabbing his dick with one hand and shoving it into his mouth again.
Jason arched his back and gave a cry of pure ecstasy as Connor's head bobbed to and fro along his penis. He was soon thrusting along with every movement.
"Oh god Connor! I'm - I'm gonna -"
The sensation stopped and Jason was left blinking in surprise, missing the feeling entirely.
He glanced at Connor who was grinning from ear to ear. "Why'd you...?"
"Cuz I've got another hole you can put that doggy stick of yours." Connor winked and pulled down his briefs, exposing the long-awaited seven foot tiger dick to the air.
Jason wasn't sure if it was some canine fascination with long bars or just the fact that his hormones were throwing a rave party in his head and groin but that cock looked really beautiful. His eyes followed it with a bit of drool dripping out from the corner of his lips as it was pulled out of view. Connor presented his rear to Jason, tail lifted.
It took him a second to realise what Connor wanted him to do.
"C Connor..." he stammered, suddenly terribly afraid again. "Y -You sure?"
"Yeah," Connor answered, slapping his rear. The slight jiggling of that bubble ass covered in stripy fur was mesmerising overwhelmingly inviting. "Come on, buddy. Bury that bone."
Jason gulped loudly.
Was he ready for this?
Could he actually screw his friend - no, his best friend?
What would everyone else think?
Worst of all, were the No Ones watching?
None of that mattered.
Jason leapt off the couch and ran into the kitchen.
He could hear Connor's heart break and didn't want to shatter his friends hopes.
But he couldn't do this.
Not yet...
He returned to the lounge room a second later, holding a small tube in his hand.
"Not without lube," he said, grinning.
Connors eyes brightened again and he pressed himself against the couch, belly-down, tail swishing in the air like a mesmerising snake luring Jason further and further in. Jason opened the cap of the tube and squirted some of the liquid onto his hand before slowly lathering it over his penis which hadn't lost any of its rigidity in the two seconds he had gone. As an afterthought, he added some right into the tight, pink ring of Connors ass.
He was unsure what to do from that point on.
His fantasies usually ended there due to his own refusal to go further...
...
Well... Instincts got me this far...
He shut off that part of his brain that had stopped protesting and had started worrying about performance.
His body slipped over Connors being careful not to crush the smaller tiger against his weight. He wrapped his arms around his friend - no best friend's - waist and slowly prodded the lubbed up ass with the tip of his cock. Connor gasped at the sensation, the feline grinning from ear to ear as Jason started to pant right next to his ear.
"Don't be afraid, big wolf," Connor murmured softly. "Just do what comes naturally..."
Slowly... ever so slowly, Jason felt Connor's warm insides slip around his penis. The feeling of a living, breathing being wrapped around his cock was something else. He could feel every breath Connor took, every pulse of his heartbeat and ever muscle as it clenched around his cock. It was like some part of him was being basked in some beautiful, warming light that was otherwise unreachable.
His mind drifted back to what S-Zero said about two people coming together and in their perfect union creating a brilliance like never before.
Then the rest of his brain told his mind to shove it because he was busy.
Jason slowly began thrusting his hips forward... and then out... forward and then out. Every thrust caused a gasp to escape Connor's lips.
"If I'm hurting you..." he began softly.
"I'll be fine," Connor said, turning his head slightly and grinning." Never had anyone as big as you but... Gotta say, it feels awesome..."
Those were the words Jason just needed to hear and he leaned forward, gently kissing Connors cheek as he resumed his thrusting.
In and out.
In and out.
Connor reached back and grabbed the back of Jason's head as Jason felt his knot start to form. Shudders ran through them both as Jason hilted deep into his best friend and his thrusts became faster, more feverish in pace. Both of them were giving loud 'ahs' of elation almost in tandem.
Jason could feel his climax rapidly approaching, a feral growl rumbling from his chest as he clutched Connor tighter. His hands found something long, slick and wet. Realising what it was, a devilish grin split across his face as he seized Connors dick and began stroking it at the same pace as he thrust into the tigers ass.
"Ah! Oh shit!" Connor cried. "Jaaaaason!"
They hit their climax at the same time.
****
Afterglow was something Jason just couldn't describe.
Being embedded into his best friend just made it all the better.
He gently licked Connors ear as the tiger rumbled in his sleep.
Wow... So this is what its like...
Slowly, Connor roused from his sleep and those emerald eyes locked with Jasons.
"Hey..."
"Hey yourself," Jason replied, leaning forward and kissing Connors cheek. Worry filled him. "Erm... I didn't hurt you... did I? Did I do okay? I mean, this is my first time and I can get more practice! I'm sure that next time - "
Connor silenced him with a firm kiss.
Yeah... Good answer.
The tiger pulled away, smiling. "So... Theres going to be a next time huh?"
Jason growled playfully and hugged his best friend tightly. "Every chance we get!"
Click-click.
"Huh?" both of them asked in unison.
The front door opened.
"Jason! Im home."
In retrospect, the two of them probably would've survived longer if they had just sat low on the couch and hid from view. The musky scent of sex and the discarded pieces of clothing would've given them away eventually but the few seconds that Dan Wolfe would've taken to realise what had occurred would've given Jason enough time to take stock of the situation and come up with a semi-reasonable excuse.
Instead, Jason sat up, taking Connor with him since his cock was still embedded in the tiger.
Dan saw them... jaw slightly open in shock.
Jason froze up.
All he could saw was....
"Dad!?"