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**Chapter 8: Camaraderie AKA 'Mateship'

Newroads High School**

Homecoming.

It was impossible to go through the hallways of Newroads High without seeing on hint of it. There were posters everywhere, announcing the big day, commanding people to attend and bring a date and declaring, in big, bold letters what this year's theme was.

'Over the Rainbow.'

"God, could they make it anymore gay?" Jason scowled, snatching one of the posters from the wall right beside his locker. He glared at it with utmost hatred.

"You are just annoyed you have not been able to exercise your relationship rights with Connor lately," Robin replied smugly.

She seemed to be enjoying the 'dry spell' he was going through for the past few weeks.

It was on not part Connor's fault.

This was self-induced.

Because the one thing Jason dreaded the most was for Connor to bend down on one knee, have a red rose in his hand and ask with those glistening emerald eyes...

'Will you go to Homecoming with me?'

Just thinking of those words made him shudder. Not that he didn't want to go. More than anything, he wanted to sweep through the gym's doors, Connor in hand and tear up the dance floor. He was a pretty good dancer - or so he was told.

Unfortunately...

He'd be going with Connor.

He was still unsure what people would think. While everyone - even Robin - kept encouraging him that no one would really care, Jason just kept imagining turning up on the day only to be refused entrance in front of everyone because he was going to Homecoming with a guy. Even if that guy was the star quarterback of the football team.

To that end, Jason had been avoiding Connor in all aspects of their school life. He had started working with Robin on projects and leaving his boyfriend to scamper around class looking for another partner. The rides home were terribly awkward and Jason spent most of it trying to pretend he was asleep from his workout sessions with either Coach Townes or the assistant coach.

And sex... Well, that had been pretty dismal at best.

Every inch of him screamed to be with Connor, to feel the tiger's thick, fluffy hiding the firm, developing muscles that Jason just loved to cuddle up against. But the last thing he wanted to do was for some awkward silence to befall them and then they'd be forced to have 'the talk'.

So... Even at home, Jason was avoiding him. It was often hard. Connor had gotten ridiculously good at 'surprise-sex'. Thankfully, whenever he was unable to resist his hormones, Jason managed to keep awake while Connor slumbered in his arms and flee before any awkward conversation could be made.

The sad part was, he knew he was being a terrible boyfriend but Jason just couldn't bring himself to think about what others would say. Worse, he fretted that Connor would get beaten up again by the football team if word spread. He could feel the blood boil in him as he thought about those events and he swore he'd throw someone through a wall if he ever heard the slightest rumour that Connor was being bashed.

Not that Connor really needed the protection these days. Apparently, every second day, the football team would go to the weights room and pump iron instead of practice. That had toned Connor's body from a little-known male model to a downright, world-renowned, sexy movie star. Even the girls were swooning over him and he was pretty darn sure a couple of the cheerleaders had already asked him to the Homecoming Dance.

Maybe he's already decided to go with one...

It'll be better in the long run...

It was unfortunate that Connor had also decided that he'd try and coax some loving out of Jason at night when he was at his weakest. Jason had learned to fend off sleep and keep Connor away. It frightened him just how badly Connor wanted sex but, then again, the tiger had always been so horny.

It's why Horndog took his shape.

The downside to the constant vigilance at night was that Jason lost sleep.

Bang!

Jason didn't even care that his head was now pressed firmly against his locker door and a soft snore was escaping his lips. He was on the verge of slipping into deep sleep, that instant where he knew he was sleeping and could detect his surroundings but he just couldn't be bothered waking up.

"You are truly a coward."

Jason barely muttered something along the lines of 'yeah, whatever'.

"Instead of facing your fears, you keep pushing them away and hoping they will go away! You should confront Connor!"

"Oh yeah," he growled. "That'll go down really well. What should I say? 'Hey, hun, let's not go to the Homecoming Dance because I'm scared of people knowing I'm gay'."

A deep voice caused him to instantly snap awake. "You're what?"

The problem with working out after school in the weights room was that all the students there tended to be real muscle-heads, dumb as bricks but totally smoking hot. And surprisingly friendly.

Brett Sykes was one such student. Being part of the wrestling team made him incredibly strong and probably the only person in school who could bench press more than Jason with his powers activated. The big Rottweiler was like a mess of contradictions. He had a body built like a bulldozer and muscles so big Jason seriously wondered how he could still be in High School... or if there was steroid abuse in the equation. He also liked to crack his knuckles a lot and that gave Jason the distinct impression that the canine was about to pound him to the ground. But it was just some habit of Brett's and the fact that - being canine - Brett had the perfect puppy-dog eyes just furthered the contradictions.

It was like his body screamed 'Don't mess with me' while his eyes cried 'Yiff me'.

"Nothing!" Jason cried, his voice rising to a high pitch again.

"He is -" Robin began.

Whack!

Jason knocked Robin's books out of her hands before she could spill his secret. He had gotten good at predicting when she was going to blurt something out and also pretty quick when coming up with a way of distracting her. At first, she persisted but Jason just kept ramming his locker door into her and she learned that if he distracted her, that translated roughly to, 'Don't you dare say another word and yes, I'm enjoying this.'

Brett gave Jason his best puppy-dog eyes - whether it was a reflex reaction or not, Jason wasn't sure. The Rottweiler just did it so often it took all of Jason's self-control not to grab that cute, puppy face and lock go spelunking for Brett's tonsils.

He mentally slapped himself for even thinking of another guy like that.

I have a boyfriend... Admittedly, I haven't been acting it for quite a while, but still...

"Alright," Brett replied, blissfully smiling. "So, Jase, you going to Homecoming with anyone?"

"No one in particular..." Jason answered, returning to his locker to pull out his Social Sciences book.

"Oh, great! I was thinking you and I could go together."

Crack!

...

That was the sound of Jason's reality shattering.

Robin just stood between the two, glancing from one face to the other. There was this amused smirk on her face that told him Connor would hear about this later.

"Um... Listen, Brett... I don't -"

What do I say!?

I can't tell him 'I don't swing that way'!

Because I do!

He briefly glanced at the ceiling.

Why do you torment me so!?

Brett started nudging him with an elbow. "Aw, come on! It'll be fun. Couple of the hottest bachelors on the prowl! Bet we could get a nice haul to last us until the End of Year Dance!"

Jason let out a relieved sigh. "Oh... Oh, right... Heh..."

Those dark brown puppy-dog eyes glistened with curiosity. "What? Did you think I mean something else?"

Jason leapt back as he shook his head and hands rapidly, his Social Sciences book in hand. "No! No! Of course not! What? You think we'd go as a couple!? That's ridiculous!"

"Not that you wouldn't mind, I bet," Optimist said, appraising Brett. "I'm guessing if he was your boyfriend and not Connor, you'd go."

What!?

"You think Connor is fragile and needs protecting," Pessimist said, wrapping his arms around Optimist's waist. "That's predominantly why you don't want to go with him. You think he'll get bashed by the football team when you're not around."

"But no one would dare try and beat Brett..."

"Plus he's hot," Horndog added cheerily. "I mean, you and him workout everyday now! Don't tell me you haven't had the littlest fantasy where he bench presses you."

Unfortunately, Jason had.

And it killed him inside... while setting his loins on fire.

"I gotta go!" Jason said, hiking his thumb behind him. "Social Studies! See ya!" He spun and hurried down the hall.

He froze when his three subconscious apparitions appeared in front of him holding up a large, cardboard sign each with a big, red word painted on each one. Except the last one in which case had two words.

Other way. YIFF HIM!

Jason winced, turned around and slinked back past Brett, giving off a nervous little laugh. The instant he was sure Brett wasn't looking, he bolted down the hallway, bowling over a lot of people in his face.

Good god! What am I thinking!?

My boyfriend is Connor!

I can't have the hots for another guy!

"I dunno, your dad slept around, remember?" Optimist said. "What's the harm?"

"I don't know," Pessimist snarled. "Let's start with STDs and go from there."

Optimist scowled at him. "Connor has been with plenty of guys before Jason. What makes him safer than Brett?"

"Connor has only been with one guy at any one time! You know where he's been. Brett, you don't!"

Horndog appeared between them, grinning broadly and throwing his hands gleefully into the air. "Why not have them both! Threesome!"

"No!" Jason, Optimist and Pessimist snarled. Together, all three of them shoved tied Horndog down, attached cinderblocks to his feet and threw him into a deep, dark ocean that Jason just imagined at that moment.

Hopefully, the chilling waters and the depth would stop all thoughts of Brett.

Until this afternoon...

Gah!

Jason entered Social Studies with the horrible vision of him dancing along with Brett at Homecoming instead of Connor. The fact that Brett was a senior somehow made the situation even more arousing.

So, it became a choice between the star quarterback of the football team... or the captain of the wrestling team...

Aw man...

"Psss, Jase."

He let out a faint, 'meep' when he remembered Connor sat right next to him. His tiger looked terribly worried.

"Um... At full mast there..."

Jason didn't bother hiding his adjustments. "We need to talk," he whispered.

"Now?"

"The sooner the better."

"Mr. Wolfe! Mr. Stark!" Both of them snapped their heads back to the front of the room where Mr. Laurence stood, glowering at them. "Is there something you wanted to share with the rest of the class?"

Uh-oh...

Think of something quick!

"Mention the latest supervillain, Raging Tiger."

Jason blinked and glanced over his shoulder. He was forced to immediately look away as near-blinding light seared his retinas. For a second, he saw stars.

A11 the Gates of Ascension was the No One who governed the Heart. As sappy as that may sound, the Heart was apparently fairly important and encompassed emotions as well as strength of relationships. Right now, A11 was exactly the person Jason wanted to talk to.

This No One was probably the most 'godly' in appearance to the other No Ones. Not that he was overly muscular or powerfully built but rather because he was always dressed in long, billowing, gold and silver robes. A large, golden ring hovered constantly behind him, becoming like a sort of vertical halo. His entire body was the opposite of S-Zero's in that it radiated light and regardless of what angle anyone looked at him, it was impossible to see his features except for the vague image of a man. His deep, red eyes were the only thing visible against that light.

"Just thinking about the Raging Tiger, sir," Jason said.

Mr. Laurence's eyes flashed with rage. "That second rate supervillain!? I swear, he is nothing but a raving lunatic that destroys anything in the path of that thick skull of his!"

Everyone flinched at the sudden vehemence in Laurence's voice.

Raging Tiger was another supervillain that had recently appeared in Newroads. A hulking monster in orange and black stripes, Raging Tiger was ridiculously strong, possessed unnatural regenerative abilities - even faster than Jason's - and a bane to Warhorse, Red Rush and Blue Wolf. The massive feline was nearly nine feet tall and about as much wide from shoulder to shoulder.

The bulging muscles on his body rivalled any known superhero and his strength was second to none. Jason recalled watching a newscast of Raging Tiger picking up two double-decker buses - on in each hand - and using them as clubs against Warhorse and Blue Wolf. Both were severely injured from the fight.

Strangely, Raging Tiger departed shortly after hurting the two superheroes. His motives were unknown and he didn't seem to be working for anyone or for any side for that matter. Once, he was sited actually bashing Flame Runner. It seemed the huge tiger just wanted to cause some mayhem.

What was it that H2 said?

Chaos is just change taking place. Pain is different...

Raging Tiger seemed to just want to cause pain.

Laurence went on a rant about Raging Tiger for the rest of the class. No one took any notes. By the time the lunch bell rang, Laurence was still ranting. It was a little amusing how everyone made their own little escape attempts to make sure they weren't caught in their teacher's fiery stare. Those that did either bolted out the door or went back to their seats, rigid and unbending.

Jason and Connor left together while Mr. Laurence was yelling at the window.

"Geez... He really hates Raging Tiger, huh?" Jason said.

"He's not the only one..." Connor murmured. "Anyway, you wanted to talk?"

Jason paused and glanced at A11... again being forced to look away.

"Just be honest with him," A11 advised. "Tell him you've been having rather unfaithful thoughts about Brett Sykes. He will understand."

If you're sure...

"Connor... I've... I've not exactly been a good... boyfriend" - he lowered his voice to a whisper so no one in the hallways could hear him - "the past few weeks. I've been avoiding you, ditching you and acting really weird. I guess you deserve an explanation..."

"I'm listening," Connor answered, smiling faintly.

How can he smile like that!?

For all he knows, I'm about to break up with him!

"I've sort of been having... fantasies about another... person."

"Do tell."

What!?

I'm telling him I've been unfaithful and that's all he says!?

He should be mad! He should be ranting like Mr. Laurence! Hell, he should go on a Raging Tiger rampage!

"It's Brett..."

Connor's eyes lit up. "Brett? Brett Sykes? Your workout partner and the senior who's been sitting with us lately? The guy that sits on your other side and keeps rubbing shoulders with you? Even spilled some slushy over your shirt once just to get you to go around shirtless?"

"Well... Yeah. I mean, I still had my jacket but -"

Wait a second...

There was something in Connor's words... the way the smaller tiger was smirking and swaggering down the hallway...

An air hung around him... an aura of, 'I-know-something-you-don't-know'

Jason could just feel the ten tonne weight with the word 'REVELATION' hovering above his head. HOP was hovering above the weight, a comically big pair of scissors in their hands ready to drop it down on him.

"Are you saying...?"

"Jason," Connor said, grinning now, "your 'gaydar' needs fine tuning."

WHAM!

REVELATION dropped down on him.

"Brett is-?"

Connor laughed all the way into the cafeteria and didn't answer him at all. When they collected their food and sat at their usual table, Robin came to join them - I sitting opposite Jason. She asked was Connor was laughing at and the tiger merely replied that she would see.

Then Brett arrived, hunkering down right next to Jason, grinning broadly.

Jason let out a faint, 'meep' as their shoulders rubbed against one another.

He can't be!

We've been working out together for the past few weeks!

He's never -

"Oh yes he has," Pessimist said. "Dude, did you notice that after your first workout session with him, he's been staying back an extra hour everyday just to workout with you?"

That was true. Coach Townes couldn't supervise his workouts every day and the assistant coach was just as busy with the track team. So, Townes arranged for Jason to have a spotter and a supervisor he could trust, Brett. They worked out once during football practice and when Jason told him about his arrangement with Coach Townes, he agreed to stay back every day just to supervise him. Wrestling season was over and Brett reasoned he needed to keep his bulk up anyway so he would stay behind with Jason not only to help the wolf out but to keep himself fit.

Now Jason wondered if there was an ulterior motive...

H - He's just being nice!

"Nice to a guy he just met?"

"He wants you, bad," Horndog said, bouncing excitedly on Jason's shoulder. "Lookie! He's staring at your crotch now!"

Jason glanced over and caught Brett looking. Brett caught his gaze, a smirk crossing his features. He shoved the hotdog he was holding into his mouth and winked.

Jason looked away.

Holy crap!

B - But I'm with Connor!

Someone suddenly seized his growing erection and he let out a yelp. Thankfully, it was drowned out in the chatter of the cafeteria. He glanced at Brett but found the Rottweiler was looking past him at...

... at Connor.

Jason stared at his boyfriend, horrified.

Connor was leaning forward, one hand on Jason's manhood and a grin on his face. "He's mine, pup. But I'm willing to share if you ask nicely."

Brett leaned forward as well, the two of them staring each other down with identical grins. "You get him every other day and weekends and I get him any day that's left."

"You planning to come over for a little 'study session' whenever you can?"

"I heard he's acing math. I can sure get some help with Calculus."

"We can work around that."

Connor gave Jason one last squeeze and the two pulled away from each other, resuming eating their lunch as if nothing had ever happened.

Jason just sat paralysed, staring at Robin aghast. She gave him a, 'Only-you-get-stuck-in-these-situations' look and resumed eating her salad. He was starting to panic. It didn't help that Brett was chomping on multiple hotdogs and giving him sly winks and nudges every few seconds or that Connor was nursing a popsicle despite being the middle of winter while running his hands up the inside of Jason's thigh.

Oh god! Am I like some massive gay lightning rod!?

He left his foot untouched for the duration of their lunchbreak. Dread filled him as the seconds ticked by to his eventual workout session with Brett. Horror mixed with that dread knowing that Connor was 'sharing' him with someone else.

In the back of his mind, he considered himself a one-man-guy. He imagined himself growing old with Connor, maybe even adopting so they'd have a full family... sort of. There'd be a wedding somewhere in there, anniversaries spent in romantic places, photo albums filled with memories loving kisses every night followed by hot sex and, of course, a white-picket fence.

But this... This just shattered that dream.

Why?

"Because you l_ike _Brett," Optimist chuckled.

And therein lay the problem.

Jason did like Brett.

Maybe it was the face, the body, that rich, musky scent that reminded him of a big, thick, rump steak with rosemary and thyme or the fact that Brett was very easy to get along with and very 'touchy-feely'.

But he did like Brett... He liked Brett a lot.

"C - Connor," he stammered as they headed towards gym. "Y - You weren't serious when you said you were going to share we with... um... Brett were you?"

"I didn't hear you say 'no'," Connor answered.

"But - but... I'm with you!" No one was close enough to hear them so he wasn't afraid to raise his voice a little.

"Jase," Connor said, turned to him with that Heart-Melting stare and smile. "Times have changed, okay? You and me, we're just kids right now. We don't know what we want. This right here" - he made a gesture between himself and Jason - "this could all just be a fling."

Oh god! He's pushing me away!

He's going to break up with me!

Rage started building up in him.

Well, not if I break up with him first!

All three parts of his subconscious cried out in shock and held his tongue.

"Don't be an idiot!" Pessimist cried.

"Let him speak first!" Optimist shouted.

"Remind him what an awesome lover you are!"

...

"It's not!" Jason exclaimed. "I -"

"Jason," Connor said sternly, staring straight into his eyes. "How many teen romances end well?"

"Um..."

"You watch all those daytime dramas. You should know."

He did.

"Not a lot..." he murmured.

"Right and you know that by the end of the season, the writers are just going to screw around with the characters and break them up. I think that's the same here, Jase." He reached out and gently rubbed Jason's cheek. "I love you, Jason... But... I think you need to be sure we're meant for one another before we go saying, 'We'll never date other men'."

"Does... Does that mean...?"

Connor shook his head. "No, Jason. I know what I want. I want you. But you need to be sure about that. I've been around." He rolled his eyes. "Boy have I been around. You haven't. I want you to experience to full ride. Trust me, I'll wait for you. But even if you don't choose me, I'll still be happy for you. That's how much I love you."

He leaned over, rising to the tips of his toes. Jason felt his heart simply leap at Connor's words. He wasn't sure if he could love Connor any more than he did now. In effect, his tiger was giving him leave to scope out the menu and go hunting. There was an inherent risk of him never coming back but Connor wanted him to come back knowing he had looked at the whole world, tried everything and everyone and come to the conclusion there was only one person for him.

Damn, I love you, Connor...

The bell rang and Connor stopped just short of Jason's lips. "Come on, we'll be late."

Gym was another game of baseball. Thankfully, Coach Townes had let him bat this time. He had started getting better at batting and it was showing. No more 'Ricochet Incidents' and his side won more often than not because the opposing team were so busy ducking for cover that they lost track of the ball. Townes told him that if he kept this up, he might just pass gym after all.

Right after class, Jason went straight to the weights room with his logbook and sat on the bench press, waiting for Brett. Since Brett had joined him, their workout sessions had shifted to be in tandem with football practice. That way, both Jason and Connor could get home at the same time.

The silence of the weights room gave Jason time to think...

... until he was interrupted by a No One.

"Every story has a beginning. Not every story has an end."

Jason leapt up at the sound of that voice.

R3 the Writer of Reality stood idly against the mirror of the gym, reading a book again.

"R3!"

"The thing about stories is that you have to remember yours is not the only story being written," R3 continued, ignoring him completely. "There are billions of stories being written at the same time as yours. It's hard to keep track of all of them especially when there are so many unknowns.

"At this moment, there is a woman two continents away who is giving birth to triplets. She will later find out that only one survived. On the streets of Newroads, a man is being mugged by the lover of his wife. A couple is resting on their favourite bluff overlooking the ocean and professing their love for one another. They will jump in a few seconds to escape their rivalling families.

"There is much tragedy in the world but also great amounts of joy and happiness. But mortal nature always leans towards the darkness. Every mortal is born in darkness. It is the light that we introduce - that will to fight that darkness and bring order to the chaos, to bring good to our inherently evil nature - that makes us divine.

"When encountering someone of pure light, however..." R3 locked gazes with Jason. "... You must ask what darkness it is that they are trying to hold at bay. For you can never banish darkness for good. Darkness is mortal nature."

"Jason!"

He spun towards the door where Brett came in, grinning broadly from ear to ear, sweat staining his tight, red muscle shirt and his red and yellow gym shorts stretching with every movement. Something in Jason stirred but he turned quickly back towards R3.

The No One was gone.

"Something up, buddy?"

"No... Nothing," he murmured.

What was he talking about...?

Light? Darkness...?

"So hey!" Brett said, picking up some weights easily. "I was thinking we'd start off with your legs today. You're already pretty big up top! Time to work on the down low!"

Eep!

Jason went rigid but the innocence on Brett's face told him the Rottweiler wasn't making any innuendos... or was just that good at lying. He muttered a faint confirmation as Brett set up the 'sled type' leg press. Jason lay down, ready for the workout as Brett let go of the safety and spotted for him.

Jason let the rhythm of the exercise dull out all other thoughts, feeling his muscles strain and heat flooding his every fibre. This was why he liked working out. It was a time when he could dull the voices in his head and stop over-thinking.

"You seem a little tense there, bud," Brett said. "Maybe you need to switch to something lighter."

"I can go all day," Jason said, laughing faintly. "Hell, add on another fifty!"

Brett laughed as he added more weight. "You're a monster, Wolfe!"

Jason pumped his legs, relishing the simplicity of the exercise.

Then Brett started massaging his shoulders. "Huh... You're still really tense up here. Coach says that if you're too tense, you might sprain something. You wanna take a break?"

Jason became desperate to dull out thought of possible ulterior motives, alternate boyfriends and hot, steamy sex with this smoking Rottweiler.

"Nah. Just let me get a couple more reps done."

"Well... I think I might think of a way to help you loosen up."

Brett pulled away and slipped out of sight.

Huh...?

"What do you me-eeeeeii!?"

Jason couldn't help the squeal when Brett suddenly lunged for his shorts and unzipped him. It was a terrible position to be in. He was at Brett's mercy. If he pulled away, he was going to let go of the weights and probably crush Brett. He wanted to escape but not kill the guy! At the same time, Brett was slowly peeling away his boxers and taking in his scent.

The dog murred, grinning at Jason. "Wow, big wolf, you're spicy."

"B - B - Brett, n - now's n-n-not a good t-t-time... You've got about four hundred pounds hanging over your head!"

"You're not gonna let it drop on me, right big wolf?" Brett asked, hitting Jason with his deadliest weapon: the puppy-dog eyes.

Right about then, Jason realised he had a weakness for beautiful eyes. His dad's... Connor's... and now Brett's. Pretty eyes made him weak in the knees.

Wait!

If I can get the weights up to the safety bracket, then I can lock in the weights and get the hell out of here!

He stretched his legs -

Just as Brett kissed the tip of his sheath and drew a long, sucking breath, pulling his cock slowly out. Jason weakened and his legs bent again.

Aw crap!

He had to fight hard not to fold completely or he would crush Brett.

"See?" Brett said, giving him an evil grin. "I knew you'd save me. You can be my superhero."

Wait...

Does he know!?

Brett bent back over and kissed to tip of Jason's emerging cock.

Jason shuddered, whimpering at the touch of the soft, warm lips on his manhood. He couldn't believe he was stuck in yet another situation where he was completely helpless!

"You know the reason you're helpless is because you want this to happen," Pessimist criticised.

No I don't! Brett could get killed!

"Which is why you're going to keep letting him suck your cock."

Who's side are you on!?

Pessimist grinned at him. "The side that's winning."

Jason tried to cry out for help but as if sensing his intentions, Brett seized his balls and began teasing the juices out of them. His cry turned into a shivering gasp. That haze of ecstasy began to fall over his mind again and the hormones were at full march. They were all telling him to just give in.

Brett was hot, gay and totally into him.

Besides, Connor had given him the green light...

But - but - but - !

His resistance dropped down to 75% when Brett drew one, long lick across his cock.

"Hmmm... Tasty."

Down to 65%.

I've - I've got to fight this!

B - Brett isn't playing fair!

The Rottweiler suddenly wrapped his whole tongue around the width of Jason's cock, slowly drawing it back and forth just like the way Connor did.

Massive plunge in resistance.

Down to 45%.

"B - B - Brett!" Jason gasped, blinking away tears. "S - Stop! I - I'm s - seeing Connor!"

"Yeah?" The canine gave him a toothy grin. "So? You haven't asked him to Homecoming, have you?"

What!? How'd he know about that!?

Then he remembered.

He had left Robin with Brett this morning in his haste to escape those puppy-dog eyes.

Robin, he thought with disgust.

"I -!" He gasped again as Brett drew another long lick from the base of his fully erect cock.

Resistance down to 40%

Jason forced himself to focus, mustering what he could to push with his legs.

Just... Just to the safety bracket... Just... a little...

Brett leaned forward and took Jason's entire shaft down his throat! That was nine inches in one gulp! Jason could feel his cock slipping down the Rottweiler's throat, wrapping it in a new, slick warmth that even Connor had never provided. Rubbing the length of his shaft over the ridged on the roof of the canine's mouth was a sensation unlike anything he had felt before.

Resistance at 20%.

Red alert!

Jason didn't lose focus.

A bit more... Just... Just a bit more...

Brett moaned, the vibrations flooded along Jason's dick and through the rest of his body, coming out of Jason in a mirroring moan.

Resistance at 10...

A bit... more...

9...

He realised, to his horror, that the more he pushed upwards with his legs, the further he shoved his dick down Brett's throat.

I've got to...

8...

Brett slipped out a little, gave Jason the puppy-dog eyes and winked.

7-6-5

Damn it!

He wasn't going to make it!

4...

Suddenly, he felt all the weights lift from his legs and he glanced up.

So did Brett but with half of Jason's cock still down his throat.

Coach Townes stood there.

Oh damn...

The mountain lion didn't looked pleased at all.

... the mountain lion who was his gym teacher... a member of the faculty which he was draining funds out of as he burned through psychologists! If this reached the ears of Vice-Principal Norwood, he was totally screwed!

"What have I told you?" Townes snarled at Brett. "No yiff in the gym! Take it to the showers!"

WHAT!?

Brett pulled all the way out and grinned sheepishly, his eyes melting the resistances of the coach as well. Jason suspected that he wasn't the first one Brett had assaulted in the gym.

"Sorry, Coach," the Rottweiler said. He pulled Jason up with one hand while grabbing the wolf's erect manhood in the other. "Come on, stud. You heard the Coach."

Jason glanced back over his shoulder in desperation, hoping Coach Townes would save him.

That hope shattered when he saw Townes lick his lips.

For the love of -

He was yanked all the way back to the locker rooms by his cock where Brett slammed him hard against one of the locker bays. The football team had yet to arrive but Jason was damn sure that if the coach was out, then they wouldn't be far behind. Problem was, his resistances were down to 4% at last count. That was 4% before Hormone-Charged Jason Wolfe took over.

Immanent discovery lowered those resistances by yet another percentage.

3%

All his fantasies of doing it in the locker room took another.

2%

The face that Brett had him pinned down, grinning from ear to ear and an inch from his face took one more.

1%

Puppy-dog eyes...

Boom.

Jason gave up.

He seized Brett, wrapping his right arm around Brett's shoulders and the left arm around his waist. Those daydreams of going spelunking for Brett's tonsils came true as he locked muzzles with the hot, Rottweiler and shoved his tongue down the same hole his cock had occupied just seconds before. He felt Brett's erected poke his abs and the shock in Brett's entire body.

They were suddenly rolling all over the floor of the locker rooms, using their hands to get to know each others' large, muscular bodies. Brett had the same short fur he did and it drove him wild that he could feel every muscle so well. Their moans were symphonic, rising to a chorus of lust and desire that echoed throughout the entire locker room.

Jason ripped Brett's shirt off, letting the dog's musky, spicy scent fill his nose. He tore at Brett's shorts and stared hungrily at the Rottweiler's nine inch dick.

God... We're almost the same...

Laughter suddenly erupted from the other side of the locker rooms and Jason realised that the football team was arrived. Brett froze in horror but Jason's mind became unnaturally sharp. Hormone-Charged Jason Wolfe was quicker that normal Jason Wolfe. He leapt to his feet and practically threw Brett into a nearby shower stall, locking as he surged forward.

Brett slammed against the opposite wall in the stall and spun around, his eyes wide like a frightened animal. That image of a sweet, juicy steak with rosemary and thyme filled Jason's head as he grinned from ear to ear. He saw a flash of fear in Brett's eyes and that made a small burst of pre-cum soak his cock.

With a soft roar, he lunged at Brett, digging his muzzle into the Rottweiler's neck and breathing in that heavenly scent. Brett gasped but Jason quickly silenced that as he shoved his tongue back into Brett's mouth. He pulled away a second later, growling.

"Wh - What...?" Brett stammered. "J - Jase...?"

"Jason's not home," he growled.

Jason leaned forward and drew a single long lick from Brett's left nipple all the way up to the dog's jaw. Brett shuddered and let out a soft moan. Quickly, Jason turned on the showers to a warm temperature but strong and loud enough to mask any sounds they made and the scent of sex. Using the distraction of pleasure and the sudden rush of water, Jason flung Brett around, and took aim.

"J - Jase, w - wait!"

Too late.

Jason prodded Brett's ass with his cock, bringing a soft moan.

"W - We'll get caught!"

Jason leaned in against Brett, grinning and growling. "Yeah, the more the merrier," he said, using the Blue Wolf's motto. "Bet Coach Townes would love to join in, eh?"

Some part of his brain registered that this was some sort of ironic twist of roles. Now he was the predators and the one urging on this union and Brett was the hesitant one.

He realised he liked it.

It made a degree of sense... It drove him wild when Connor jacked him off while looking totally innocent and he always wanted to be on top...

This was a culmination of that.

Near-rape... Well, it wasn't rape if the victim was willing.

Brett gave him a shaky grin. "That would be hot..."

"Then make it loud," Jason rumbled, drawing a lick across Brett's face. He teased Brett a little, poking his cock in and out and making the Rottweiler want it, crave it. The dog was rapidly panting, gasping with each poke and moaning as Jason drew deeper and deeper.

With a wet splosh, Jason fully entered Brett who gave a cry of pure ecstasy. The cry was lost in the rumble of the crowd outside. Suddenly, the hesitance in Brett's eyes faded, and he was grinning just as maniacally as Jason.

"God, he said you love it when he's not into it..."

"He did, eh?" Jason growled, shoving his thrusting into Brett. "Did he also tell you I like being on top?" He thrust twice just to get Brett to answer.

"Oh hell yeah..."

They moaned in unison as Jason's thrusts began to grow into sharp jabs instead. Brett clenched with his ass, squeezing Jason closer and closer to his climax. Brett reached over his shoulder, clutching Jason's head tightly.

He turned his head.

Jason turned his.

Their noses met.

...

There was just... Just something there.

Jason wasn't sure what it was... But it was... it was definitely something that he never felt... He knew he touched noses with Connor all the time... It was their 'thing'... or rather... it was his thing.

He touched noses with Connor...

... Connor never returned the favour.

This time...

Brett touched back...

Whoa...

They were just staring into each other's eyes for a long moment...

... before they kissed.

Jason breathed in Brett's scent, sharking the same breath as the Rottweiler and remembering his erection. He moaned into Brett's throat, feeling the sound reverberate through that huge ribcage supported by enormous muscles.

He didn't even notice when his knot slipped into Brett's ass.

There was just more than the sheer ecstasy there like what he felt with Connor... or even his dad. This was like two halves of the same broken masterpiece fitting together and miraculously restoring each other with the power of their urge to be with one another.

Oh god...

... I think I'm falling in love with Brett!

That thought didn't last.

Jason howled into Brett just as Brett returned the favour.

His cum surged into Brett, making the Rottweiler buck with every spam as his own orgasms took him over the moon. Semen splattered over the shower stall walls. The water quickly washed it away but the copious amount that he produced made it impossible to remove all traces until at least a good three minutes later.

Cum was also leaking out of Brett's ass even with Jason tied with him.

Both of them stood panting. Despite their strong legs and titanic builds, they were on the verge of collapse. Eventually, they just gave up and fell to the ground, Jason's arms wrapped around Brett and nuzzling him.

"That... That was something else, Jase..." Brett laughed. "And I barely even know you..."

"Funny thing..." Jason answered, confusing at his own words. "Feels like I've known you all my life..."

Brett stared back, frowning. "Yeah... Why is that?"

Jason wasn't sure and just shrugged.

They fell silent, water still running and the locker room having long gone silent.

Then...

"Hey, Brett?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you go to Homecoming with me?"

...

"I'd love to."

****

Jason sat in the car beside Connor silently. The tiger was beaming quite widely and Dan seemed to be in a good mood as well.

By rights, Jason knew he should be happy as well.

But... he wasn't.

The reason...?

Brett somehow knew Jason's weaknesses... everything that made him melt. The eyes, the public places, the fact that he hadn't asked Connor to Homecoming yet... and even which position he liked being in. Plus, he knew the one move that made Jason simply crazy.

And who was to blame...?

"Connor?" Jason asked.

The tiger smiled. "Yeah, Jase?"

That smile faded as Jason gave him a grave stare.

"Did you tell Brett to have sex with me?