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The sciences are the end all be all and the most important discipline, and I firmly believed such a statement. Well, maybe not firmly. I mean, I wasn't too much of a dick about things, but some of the abstract art around campus I just DID NOT understand. I knew it wasn't for me.

I was a sophomore studying to be in Biology. I wanted to be a geneticist, but my parents wanted me to be a doctor. The guy in the white coat that saves the day at the end of all those cheesy medical shows and then gets the girl, but they were wrong on two fronts about what I wanted.

It wasn't that I lacked the capability to be a doctor that made me change my study but the fact that I was not cut out for the workload. Med school looked ridiculous to me. Eight years down the drain and slapped with hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt? No thanks.

Not like I don't respect doctors though. One helped pull me out of my own head.

Anyway, let me go back a little bit to my part time job as a barista. My stupid ass decided to work part time at a coffee house while juggling 17 credit hours, and it was getting the best of me. Sleep-deprived nights hunched over a chemistry textbook and trying to stuff my brain with university-level physics isn't exactly good for developing healthy habits. I was addicted to the stuff we sold. At least three cups a day of what was essentially black tar that got scraped off the asphalt outside.

Most of the time, it was just me working the counter at Coffee Corner. The campus was a commuter campus, so if I got a late shift, I had the night all to myself to read or study up on something. Plus, I could make whatever the hell I wanted. The boss was usually in the back tallying up supplies while I manned the front. Occasionally, I would get a couple of orders here or there, but nothing too substantial.

I was very confused when four people walked in, each carrying a piece of what appeared to be musical equipment. The black bull of the group came right on up to the counter. He carried a pair of drum sticks in his right hand and idly fiddled with his lanyard that hung out of his pocket.

"Hey, pup, can I get uhhh...."

I ignored the word "pup". After all, I was a vicious dog breed. A doberman, mind you. It was almost demeaning, but it could have been worse.

"Would you like som-" I began before I was rudely interrupted.

"THOMAS, YOU DON'T NEED ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE TO PLAY THE DRUMS!"

Another member of the band snapped at the drummer and the bull merely smiled at me sheepishly before walking back to his bandmates. He was actually kind of cute. He had a calm, gorgeous smile and was wearing some sort of makeshift tank top which showed off his muscular arms. It was one where the sleeves were ripped, and the skinny jeans he wore showed off his body even more. He was built like a tank too!

The rest of his bandmates were the same way. Ripped tanks and jeans. The group consisted of a wolf, a husky, and a hyena on vocals. A hodgepodge of different people, all coming together for music. The bull looked strangely like my boss but just a little younger.

And that's when it clicked.

Speak of the devil, my boss walked back out from the back in what felt like forever. I thought he was stuck back there, honestly. The older bull came to the front and had that same wide smile on his face before he laid a hand that was covered in coffee grounds on my forest long-sleeve button up. Luckily, most of the brown dust got on my apron.

"I decided to invite my son's band up to play up here. He's been so busy with his studies that I wanted to actually see his face!" the older man said with a jolly laugh. "Best way to do that is to encourage his hobbies, hmm?"

He wagged a finger in front of me as if he was telling me some sage-like advice, and I had to prevent the small tinge of annoyance from turning to something more sinister. They caught me on a bad day. The day before a big test, and now I had a temporary distraction. I mean, not like I minded. Some of the music around campus could be decent enough. I didn't care how cute the drummer was when he set up his bass drum and adjusted the snare and bent over just a tad to help pick up and carry the amp for the much skinner husky bassist.

I started to pretend to clean the counters, and the hyena vocalist of the group came up to talk to my boss for a moment. The hyena introduced himself at one point, the two shaking hands. Thinking back, it's hard to remember all the bandmates' names. They all kind of had a falling out a while back, which my boss had told me about at length. The hyena even called my boss "Mr. Terning". Ugh, so formal from a guy who was wearing a ripped tee shirt like a fashion statement. Ahh well, to each their own.

I couldn't really complain, since the boss's son was part of the group, so I just kind of sat at my seat and tried to work on homework. When they plugged in all their instruments, a few people outside started to take notice. One turned into two, which turned into two more, and then a couple arrived and soon the little coffee shop was pretty much packed with a bunch of college teens and twenty-somethings. I could still make out the band from my area on the counter, but I wasn't paying attention since I was now ten orders deep.

Even my boss was helping me, and he was usually in the back room. He was tickled to death at how fast the shop blew up in popularity.

The hyena tapped the mic. "Hey, my name's Francis, and this is James."

Motioning to the husky, the bassist raised his paw up in a shy salute. He was so cute too! What's up with musicians being so adorable? His little tail wagged when the spotlight was on him, and I watched him blush out of the corner of my eye as I served some caramel something, something.

"This is Bruce on lead, and that is Thomas on drums."

Both the wolf and bull greeted the crowd with almost the same amount of shyness as the husky. I continued taking orders, waiting for whatever tympanic assault was about to occur, but I was pleasantly surprised that the buzzing amp didn't give me some distorted, loud nonsense. A pleasant tone reached my ear that sounded like skipping through sunflowers.

Thomas started to set a beat, the kick forming an easy 4/4 time signature, and the bassist began to add a little trill. It was much more indie-sounding than I had ever anticipated. The hyena leaned forward, a smirk on his lips. "We are the Rovers, everybody. Enjoy some coffee, and tip your barista."

I was pleasantly surprised when Francis looked at me and gave me a wink.

The music that they played was a bunch of covers of various bands. Most of them were indie or some obscure rock song that helped people ease more into their seats rather than get up off of them and form a mosh pit. Thank Christ for that. Imagine trying to serve coffee, and all of a sudden, everyone is throwing punches. I have never heard of a heavy metal coffee shop, but I am sure that they exist somewhere.

I don't usually listen to music like this, but there was something strangely appealing about their performance, however. Especially with how blissful everyone on stage looked. The drummer seemed to be in his own little world, and since he was the one that talked to me first, my eyes fell on him. He was athletic, but he had that vibe that just seemed so...chill. Especially for being pre-med. I've done enough stereotyping to know that pre-med majors are usually the high-strung ones. With intelligence comes a stick up one's ass....or something like that.

Still, it was nice having a soundtrack as I made complex coffee concoctions. When the band was finished, it was close to Coffee Corner closing time. Since it was getting closer and closer to mid-November, it was dark and cold. The windows that looked over the quad had small, cool puffs of chilly fog on the corners of the window, and judging from the students that walked by and passed the windows, they looked like they were wrapping themselves tight.

When the band finished, the coffee shop was pretty much deserted. There was one couple who had ordered some hot chocolate from me, which I made in due haste, and soon the bull drummer came shuffling on over. He had been eyeing me up towards the end, and I had a feeling I knew what he wanted.

After handing the hot cups of hot chocolate over to the couple, I gave a wistful sigh as what was probably going to be my final customer walking on up to me. "Hey, can I get a black coffee?"

I paused for a moment. "Isn't it a little late?" I looked the bull up and down. Sweat caked his forehead and his shirt. He lifted up his shirt to wipe his forehead, and my curiosity got the better of me. My surprise when I saw his belly was evident on my face, but I think he was too into thinking about his coffee to notice it. From how jacked he was, I did not expect a soft belly, and I was right. When he brought the shirt back down, he simply had that dopey smile.

"Yeah, but I have some work I need to do, and...it's so cold out," he said with an innocent grin. "You know how it is walking back to Bluff. The dorms are so far away that the cold really starts to set in. I got a jacket, but uhh..."

I didn't expect a whole dialogue on his night, but I didn't care. He was nice enough, and the chatter was kind of pleasant. Took the edge off of all the studying, and at least black coffee was super easy. By the time he was done talking about his jacket, I was already handing him his coffee.

"Heh, thanks," he said with that same sheepish tone to his voice as he took his cup of joe. I didn't even bother asking him for cash. Bands that play here get free drinks. Plus, that smile could get me to give him the whole menu if he wanted it.

"So, do you guys play here often?" I asked, just throwing the topic out there. I was feeling rather bored with the idea of just standing in silence while the bull guzzled down his coffee.

Thomas shook his head. "Nah. We mostly play around at bars in the area to make some money doing covers. Why? Did you like us that much?"

His eyes had that playful little glint as he grinned and took another sip of his coffee. I raised an eyebrow and met his mischievous glance. "I don't usually listen to much other than stuff that can help me study." I stick a thumb over to the two very large textbooks stacked on top of one another. "Plenty to do."

"Yeah, I get that," he grunted out. His attitude kinda faltered a bit, and I knew that look. He seemed bored. "Well, have you tried listening to anything else?"

I could sense a tone of judgement.

"Hmm?"

"You know, opening your mind to new possibilities?"

I was starting to feel a tinge of irritation. I just met Thomas, and he seemed to already be analyzing my habits. "I will have more possibilities when I have more time away from schoolwork."

He frowned. Clearly, I made my point. I felt somewhat bad that I probably soured his mood...and maybe I was a tad bit more on edge than usual. Oh, that face of his looked so hurt. Ugh. A couple of awkward seconds passed where he just kind of sipped his coffee and leaned against the bar. When that frown turned back into that carefree smile, I had to keep my surprise bottled.

How can someone be so fucking content? I raised my voice for a moment and then sighed.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be snappy...I think I am just a bit overworked."

He shook his head, and his ears flicked. "I understand."

There was a silence between us that wasn't so awkward this time. It did not last long, however.

"Thomas, get over here and help us carry our stuff out to your truck," Francis ordered with an air of impatience. I looked back at Thomas's expression, and the smile was gone. When he stopped smiling, so did I, and I found Francis's voice irritating.

"I guess I'll see you around?" I asked politely as Thomas started to walk away. What I really wanted to know was if I would be interrupted in the middle of my sessions again. I mean, the company was...at least attractive, even if a bit rude. The bull simply looked over his shoulder and smirked.

"Oh yeah, we'll be back. Expect me to get more of these," Thomas replied and shook his coffee cup. When he caught up to the hyena, the two seemed to have some sort of exchange, but I was too busy thinking about the strange encounter.

I was left to close up shop, the band having packed up everything and left, and Thomas's dad followed him out. I wiped down the counters, doing my due diligence for that part time hustle. There was still a bit of a coffee stain from where the bull must have lost just a smidgen of his coffee out of his cup. I wiped that away as well, making sure everything was as it was this morning. When everything was cleaned up, I walked back to the small storage room in the back.

My light blue backpack was shoved off to the side and sat right below a small table. The table itself was worn and stained with coffee grounds. Above the table and tacked to a corkboard was my timesheet, and I glanced at it. Yep, I was working tomorrow. Ugh. Leaning over, I grabbed my backpack and made my way out, but this time outside of the store.

When I finally pulled the cage down and locked it, I made my way out of the GUC:the Granite University Center. For being the hub of campus, it was so strange to see nobody there; tests were piling up for me as we made our way into the middle of November. Guess I wasn't the only one with academic problems.

As I made my way out of the GUC and towards the parking lot to get to my own car and drive back home, I looked out to see only a few cars in the obnoxiously large lot. The fluorescent bulbs of the campus's light poles made the paint of a couple of cars stand out. A black pickup was there with its engine running and its lights on. There was a part of me that knew who would be the one still here shoveling instruments into the back of their truck.

I could see Thomas trying to fidget with the instruments and trying to force them into his truck. As he was trying to shove them into the vehicle, the huffs of breath he took condensated and then faded away. He was all alone. His bandmates were gone, and he was the one left lugging around the instruments. I felt a pang of sadness at the idea that the rest of them just bailed on him.

Giving a sigh, I made my way over to the truck. The crunch of fall leaves underneath my pawfalls was enough to alert him to my approach, and he stopped shoving instruments in for a moment to give me a broad smile.

It was at that moment I realized that I had felt kinda guilty about before. Even if I did apologize, there was still something stirring that didn't feel resolved, like a needle that I only plucked out halfway. He did not seem to mind, though.

"Heya, pup."

I rolled my eyes.

"Need some help?" I offered and adjusted my backpack. I wasn't used to offering my assistance to anyone really. When living on campus, it can be hard to put your trust in just about anyone when there isn't too much quality time to spend with one another. Too much studying to do.

I grimaced at the thought. Thomas didn't think anything of my face. He must have just thought I was embarrassed...which I was. It was quite nice to just talk to someone casually for once, even if it was just for a little while, so I guess I technically knew the guy. Well, knew him more than anyone else on campus. I felt so lonely and like such a loser.

But ahh well.

I didn't even realize I was busy trying to lift up the largest amplifier among the group until I was trying to heave it into the truck. He chuckled as he watched me struggle, and my modest muscles tried to do their due diligence. He walked over to me and put his hands below the amp as well, and I briefly felt his finger tips brush against mine.

"Here..."

There was that charming smile across his face as he pulled it up into the truck and pushed it into the bed.

"Uhh..."

"What?" he replied.

"Aren't you worried about rain or the amp flying out of the back of your truck?"

He blinked, as if he was confused at my question. "Not really. I take it up to my dorm anyway when I get back. Plus, the equipment isn't even mine to begin with."

He said that with a tone of sourness to his voice, and I knew that the topic would strike a chord if I continued to inquire more, so I quickly changed it with a wave of my hand. "Ahh well..."

I continued to help him load up the drum set and the guitar into the back of his pickup truck and we made small talk. The loading up part probably only took about ten minutes.

When we had finished loading up, he just leaned against the back of his tailgate. His tail swished back and forth behind him, and he crossed his arms. I could start to see his warm breath, each puff coming out in a slow and calm rhythm.

"So, what are you studying?" he asked.

"Oh, uhhh..." I shuffled a bit. I wasn't used to having a full conversation. Mostly just short, sparse ones. Not living on campus did not allow much intimacy. Even some people in my classes I never saw again so I wasn't one for getting attached. I was somewhat suspicious, wondering if he was just chatting with me because he felt guilty about getting help with his instruments. Part of me didn't care. It was nice to have a conversation.

"I'm studying Biology with an emphasis on genetics. I want to eventually become an epidemiologist."

"Ooooh, fancy," he said with a grin.

At first, I thought he was mocking me, and I was about to raise my voice when his deep, rich tone rumbled in my ears.

"My major technically is in more of a limbo state; I'm studying to be pre-med," he said with a smile.

The statement kinda took me aback. Usually, I expect the brutish types to be athletes or pick some major that would allow them to skate through college a little bit easier...like business. Whoops, that sounded a little jaded, didn't it? But that is what I EXPECTED.

"Huh..."

"What? Never seen a bull as a doctor?"

Ouch. It was like he could see right through me and straight into my insecurities! It felt like the bright, light air just had a weight placed right on top of it, and my body language reflected it.

He must have noticed my posture kind of deflated. The warm chuckle brought me back to reality a bit. "It's okay. I get that a lot. My family owns a farm, so...kinda right about the stereotype. The coffee house is just something my dad manages during the off season."

"So, your dad manages a farm AND a coffee house?" I asked with a bit of suspicion in my voice. "Damn, he must work a ton of hours."

"O-oh..."

There was a moment of hesitation, and Thomas chuckled. "No, my step-dad owns the farm with my mom. I help them there."

"Ahhh...."

There was an awkward silence between us, and I shuffled a bit. In order to get the conversation up and running again, I was the first one to talk this time.

"It's better than my stereotype."

"What would that be?" he asked with an amused challenge to his voice.

"That doberman are all drug dealers and gangbangers."

He burst out laughing, and I grinned.

"What?"

"You said it...not me. You did seem rather...stern behind the counter. Definitely the look of a drug dealer."

"I thought drug dealers were supposed to be more laid back and chill."

"Not the ones that I encountered."

There was another silence between us, and he frowned. There was something on his mind, and he gave a sigh before admitting, "Well, at least you seem like you are fit to be here."

Another pause.

All of a sudden, his demeanor changed. That friendly, happy-go-lucky personality was replaced by something far more reserved and serious. "My mom pushed me hard to be here, so...here I am."

I was back with that weight pushing down on top of me. The frown on his face was tugging at me to at least say SOMETHING...

"Well, I think you are smart enough to be here. Are you a sophomore?"

He looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine, and he nodded. He smiled again, and I felt a breath of relief. At least I managed to dig him out of whatever funk was hanging over him. Note, don't talk about his family.

"Yeah, I'm a sophomore...b-"

Before he could finish, I quickly piped in, "So, you made it this far! You are almost ready to apply to med-school. Just gotta take that MCAT, right?"

The smile that he had got wider. "Yeah."

We switched topics back away from that. It was just a light conversation now. He talked about how he had a dog at home and a large orchard where he would study from, and I was transfixed. I was from the city, and it never occurred to me how long of hours farming required. Waking up early, taking care of the animals, and just ALL the maintenance. No wonder the bull had some muscle. A hunky country boy...guh.

Anyway, getting a little off topic.

"So, where are you from?"

I was taken aback by that question. I mean, it was a simple one, but it had been a while since anyone had asked. I mean, it wasn't too dramatic of a story. It wasn't like I killed anyone or robbed a bank, but I suppose that would make my life at least a little more exciting.

It seemed he could see the wheels turning in my head and gave that soft smile as I appraised what I should confide in him with.

"Hey, don't worry about it..."

"No, no it's fine!" I quickly interjected and cleared my throat. "I'm from the city."

"Okay...which part?" he said with a chuckle.

"T-this one. I'm from Granite City," I gestured around with my finger as if for emphasis.

"Oh, so you are a city pup, then."

The last bit of that sentence didn't have as much of a negative connotation to it this time. In fact, it almost felt endearing by now.

"Yeah," I said with a smile. Although it was starting to get colder outside, I could feel myself warming up to the conversation at least. "Lived with my mom on the west side for all my life."

"Oh, so you got that one place...the uhhh, Pizza Shack? I think that's what it's called."

I nodded emphatically. "Yeah! I got food poisoning there once, but I still go there anyway."

His eyes lit up, and he laughed. It sounded so...natural. It wasn't forced, it wasn't like he wanted something out of this, but it seemed like he was enjoying my company. It was almost like a foreign feeling to me.

I started to take over the conversation and yet he would watch me with those chocolate, hazel eyes

I found myself getting lost in talking all about my home, about my mom, about when my dad left before I could remember, and how the two hills that flanked my house would freeze over so it was hard to get out in the winter, and...well, eventually there was that long pause that lasted between two people when they had felt it was time to get going. Certainly not bad. Actually, it was quite the opposite. It was starting to get late, and I was starting to get tired.

"...well, I should probably get going," he said suddenly, and I was almost surprised. It was kinda nice. It had been a while since I had anyone to really talk to about just random stuff and confide in.

"Do you have a long drive back home? It is kinda late," I asked, walking forward a bit. "You have all this stuff, and I don't want it flying out of your truck."

His eyebrow raised, and he placed a hand on my shoulder. My eyes went wide for a moment as I was shaken a bit roughly, like we had known each other all our lives. I gave him a glare, but he ignored it.

"Don't worry about it," he reassured me with that broad smile of his. "I only live like three minutes from here. I am at the Bluff dorms, remember?" He jabbed his thumb somewhere off to the left with his free hand that wasn't placed on my shoulder.

"Gotcha," I said as I shifted my body to knock his hand off of me. "Oh yeah, that's right...you mentioned that before."

"Heh, yeah. You must have been too busy scolding me to remember."

Again, ouch, but when I looked up, I noticed he was smiling.

"I get it. Stressed out?"

"Yeah, just a little."

"Well, luckily I don't go off of first impressions very often."

I chuckled. "Well, cool. Hey...uhh..."

I realized I was stopping him just when he got his keys out of his pocket and was unlocking his truck doors. "Yeah, what's up?" He asked with a bit of hesitation, as if he was in trouble. I think he was afraid I was about to scold him for his little tease before.

"If you come play when I work, I can get you more free coffee," I offered with a smirk.

He smiled warmly at me. "Heh, I'd like that. I'll put in a good word with the band. Dad paid well, so perhaps that would be a good arrangement in the future." I found something that I wanted to say as he adjusted his posure against the truck. He started to make his way towards the driver side door of the truck and put one of his hooves on the running bar along the underside of the truck. His back was towards me, and I quickly interjected before he climbed into the driver's seat.

"H-hey uhh..."

He looked over his right shoulder, that warm smile across his face. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about being a dick earlier," I replied back, my form slumping a bit. "I think I'm just really stressed, and I...really enjoyed talking to you."

His smile got wider. "Hey, don't worry about it. As Pre-Med, I totally understand."

He hopped into his truck and started it up while I stood in the parking lot. The red glow from the tail lights of the truck gave me an almost ominous appearance in his rear view mirror, so I decided to give a little wave as I made my way across the parking lot.

I saw the shadow of a hand coming up in the truck as he peeled away towards the exit, and I was left alone. The cool November night was already setting in, and I found myself alone once again.

The conversation had kept me warm though. It was so nice, and he was so handsome. Time seemed to have passed by in almost an instant. When I was finally outside of my racing thoughts about Thomas, I "came to" in my old Sedan. It was a Toyota. Nothing too special, and it was passed down from my brother's college years. When he graduated with degrees in Music History and Biochemistry, I ended up with his car.

Sticking the key into the ignition, I gave it a quick turn. The engine sputtered, and I sighed. The late 90s were such a good decade for cars, specifically Corollas, but it seemed this one needed a bit of encouragement.

"Come on, you piece of s-"

The nice, bassy sound of the car reaching my ears forced a sigh of relief out of me. At least the car was reliable. I looked in the backseat to see my backpack. It was pretty much staring me down and begging to be zipped open when I got home, but I just frowned. For once, I had plans other than schoolwork.

Looking over at the empty parking spot where the bull's truck had just been, I put the car in drive and adjusted the rear-view mirror. Even though the music wasn't exactly my style, it was kinda nice anyway.

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The next few weeks were a blur. Working at the coffee house, cramming for classes, finishing up last minute projects, and eating my way through my meal plan was pretty much all that I had time for. Thomas was busy too. The band played at the coffee house about twice a week, but there were one or two times where the bull just did not show up.

It was actually really nice talking to him. We had our little routine. He would come up to the counter and talk before the band played, then he would come after and talk to me while the band tore things down, I would make him a black coffee, and we would talk outside in the parking lot. We would spend time talking on the phone sometimes too, and then we would talk during hikes that he invited me on.

We did a lot of talking in four weeks. Like...holy shit.

We did a lot of relaxing too. I visited Thomas's dorm. It honestly was...cleaner than I imagined. I mean, he was a country bull and a hiker, so I expected more dirt, but I think it was the doctor in him. He had a single room too and a MASSIVE gay pride flag on the wall. Like absolutely huge. I thought it was a bit gaudy, but I loved it. He was just so expressive and really lit up when he showed me his vinyl collection, and I guess it was kind of a date, so....

And then there was finals week.

I had to drop the hiking. I had to leave pretty much immediately after work and crammed so hard that I felt that bitter, disgusting feeling rising in me again. It was so difficult to just walk away from Thomas with the excuse that I have to study.

I mean, he had to study too, but it seemed he always had time for me. Even during finals week. He was just so considerate and nice. When I finally shoveled out the deepest bowels of my brain for my Cell and Molecular Bio class, I was exhausted. I took the night off from the coffee shop, and I had just about enough. I was ready for a break, ready to go on long winter hikes with Thomas, and ready to just relax.

December hit hard, and I was on my way back to my car at 10:00 PM in my parking lot. Thomas was long gone. The parking spot that he was at was empty, and I was all alone and fucking freezing. I had a thick jacket with a sweater and jeans and was STILL cold.

I stepped up to my car, reaching into my pockets for my keys when I nearly slipped right into my door. Luckily, my dexterity saved me, and I managed to grab the handle and steady myself. My backpack nearly flew off my shoulder, and I let out a long puff of exhausted air. Moving my footpaws, I steadied myself.

"Fuck...."

Unlocking my door, I used my lack of leverage to somewhat open my door before squeezing in. After I threw my backpack onto the passenger seat, I slid into the driver's side, slid the keys into the ignition, and turned.

"Rrrr..rrr...rrrrr...."

"Oh no..."

Turned again.

"Rrr....rrr...rrr..."

"Mother of fucking god...."

I slapped the steering wheel with barely repressed rage. Well, actually, it was more like it was with very noticeable rage.

"God damn it! God damn it! God damn it!"

The last hit pretty much hit the horn, and I alerted the empty, stoic parking lot to the sound of my temper tantrum. At least I was the only one there, so no one could see me sobbing into the steering wheel.

I looked up momentarily to see white flakes falling from the sky and sniffed. It was actually kind of peaceful watching them gracefully come down onto my windshield, and I gave an awkward hiccup as I stopped my panicking. The snow started to come down a little more rapidly in the time it took for me to wipe my eyes and blow my nose on my secret stash of kleenexes in my glovebox.

I could call my group project people. I mean, maybe one of them lived close by, so it wouldn't be too big of an inconvenience. But at 10:00 pm, I highly doubted it. The idea that one of my groupmates would just come rushing into the parking lot to help was a fairytale dream.

I opened up the driver's side door and exited my car with a low growl. I took my phone out of my right pocket and started to thumb through my contacts until I got to my mom. Ugh, I was not ready for the scolding that would occur, so I steadied myself. My thumb hovered over the little green telephone icon.

My mind was racing at the time, so I had little time to think about the consequences of my actions, and I knew my mother would want me to think of them at that very moment, after the event happened, and perhaps a week or two later when our family met up for Christmas dinner.

I clicked the button.

Ring....ring....

"Hello?"

A voice came up on the other line, awake and alert. It was comforting to hear it at the time. I mean, I knew it would raise in several pitches soon, but ehh.

"Hey mom," I replied back.

"Everything okay, hun? Did finals go well?"

I chuckled and smiled. "Yes mom, finals went fine. I'm just in the parking lot and thought I would give you a call..."

In the small pause, I could hear the TV going in the background. She must have been in the living room and lounging. It was like a nightly routine for her before bed. I expected to hear CSI, but my delicate ears picked up a meteorologist report instead.

"Good. Hey, have you seen the weather?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, a note of concern in my voice.

"Well, if you have a friend...I would suggest you stay with them tonight," she replied with an air of caution. "There's going to be a blizzard."

I laughed. "Mom, we are in Illinois....that's almost impossible."

I could feel her frown from across space and time.

"You tell the nice weatherman then. He reports 6-8 inches."

I frowned myself. "Alright. Well...I just don't quite know how that is going to work."

"What...happened?" she said and I can hear her adjust her posture on the couch to a more upright position.

"Well..."

Luckily, I didn't need to explain too much. Soon, I could see my savior pulling into the parking lot. Thomas's pickup started to pull up beside me, and I smiled. "Nevermind what I said. I got someone I can stay with. Thomas just pulled in."

My mom gave a sigh of relief. "Good. Just be safe. He's a good friend to have."

"Yeah, he definitely is."

She seemed to be content again, slumping back down into her seat. "Is that all you needed, hun? I know how worried you are after finals..."

I completely forgot that I was only 15 minutes away from home.

"Y-yeah...that's it."

"Okay. Just let me know if something happens."

"Alright, mom. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Click.

And that was that. I looked up to see Thomas was already out of the truck and grinning like a fool. He was dressed inappropriately for the weather once again. Ripped skinnies and a tank top. What a crazy fool.

His smile was contagious, though.

"Hey. Didn't expect to see you here," I said.

"Likewise. I thought you would be gone now. What's the hold up?"

"My car won't start," I replied and jingled my keys. "It always had trouble with the cold."

Now it was his turn to frown. "Ahh, shit man. I'm sorry."

"What the hell are you doing back here?" I asked, cocking my head. He laughed when I did that. He always found it adorable...and told me so. It always made me blush.

"Francis forgot to grab his amp. The one time I don't clean up...and how the fuck do you forget an AMP?!"

He gave a huff and I could see a puff of condensation. "But anyway, you need a ride?"

I looked up at him like he was sent by Christ himself. "Yeah, that would be great. Do you mind if I..."

He held up a hand. "Say no more. I know what's comin'. You can stay the night, too."

I gave a broad smile. "Hey, thanks...I really appreciate it."

"Not a problem, pup," he said with that handsome smile, and my tail was wagging.

It was going to be such a fun night. I was too busy thinking about crashing at his dorm and just chilling with Thomas that I robotically followed him into the coffee shop. I didn't even realize he had keys to get in, but he mentioned he got them from his dad when he got back home after he got a call from Francis.

When we made it back out to the parking lot, it was already covered in a dusting of snow. My car already had a blanket over the top. Thomas and I looked at each other with a small amount of concern and made our way to his truck.

Throwing the amp in the back seat of the truck, Thomas hopped in, and I threw my backpack alongside the amp before doing the same. The truck rumbled to life as I made my way inside. Adjusting myself in the passenger seat, I looked over at Thomas to see he had a concentrated look on his face, and his brow furrowed.

I realized he was listening to the radio.

"Reports of the snowfall have increased to 7-9 inches. Please stay inside where you will be safe and warm. Please be cautious driving on roads, and do not go out unless you have to..."

Another click.

"Maybe it's best we don't listen to this and just get back to the dorm," he said with a chuckle, and we were off.

No matter. It gave me time to kinda take in Thomas's truck. This was not my first time sitting in his truck, but I took in some new things I hadn't noticed before. There was one thing that stood out. I knew the truck was modified and kinda jumbled around a little bit due to the upgraded suspension, but there was something odd tickling my nose.

"Uhhh...why does it smell like smoke in here?" I asked unceremoniously. I didn't mean to be so particular, but the smell of smoke just reminded me way too much of...well, of my dad, so...

"Oh, that's just Bruce. He sometimes rides with me to the coffee shop and sometimes lights up."

I rolled my eyes. The poor bull getting taken advantage of again. He was just far too kind, but...I guess that is why I really liked him. I went quiet and just looked out the window.

The car ride was nothing too spectacular. Thomas had mentioned his truck was built for any type of weather, and we were at Thomas's dorm in probably about 5 minutes. He parked his car in an adjacent parking lot to the dormitory, and as Thomas was grabbing the amp and easily hoofing that out of the truck, I scanned the environment.

The dormitory itself looked to be one of the newer ones, and it was made of a nice, red brick. Windows were lined neatly in a row, and if someone did not put their privacy blinds down, then anyone could look inside. There looked to be a small hiking trail that ran behind the dorm, and it was covered by thick foliage and trees. Overall, it looked like a selling point for eager freshmen who wanted to live on campus.

Reaching into his wallet to take out his campus identification card, Thomas put the barcode side underneath a scanner. There was a metallic beep.

"And that's that. Welcome to Bluff."

I smiled. Welcome indeed. There wasn't a soul in the lobby or around it, but I could hear the festivities in full swing. Everyone was celebrating. Now, it wasn't too loud or obnoxious, but I could certainly make out the sounds of music and whoops and hollering.

We made our way up three flights of stairs and made a hard right. The hallways were decorated nicely with a Christmas theme, and it seemed their wing had the theme of Santa's little helpers. Elves were around the walls, and I could distinctly see Elf on a Shelf being very much a part of the theme. It was actually kinda creepy with their blinking, unmoving eyes.

"Yeah...welcome to 2 South," Thomas said with a little less enthusiasm and motioning towards an elf who had a little more murderous intent in his eyes than the others. Unfortunately, that elf was right by Thomas's room. Setting the amp down for a moment, Thomas started to riffle through his pockets. Meanwhile, I grabbed the amp.

Thomas grabbed his truck keys but found the more slender of the two keys for his dorm room. He slipped the key inside of the lock and gave it a twist before opening the door. A blast of warm air hit me, and I felt immediately relaxed. The dorm room was exactly as he had left it last time. Well, plus a little more holiday spirit this time.

Dim Christmas lights were hung on the ceiling in the trademark red and green and a mini Christmas tree was placed in the corner of the dorm room. A small present was stashed underneath with a small note. I could barely make out the handwriting on it but I could tell who it was going to; it was going to Thomas's mother.

The big, gay pride flag was still just right above Thomas's bed, and his closet was set towards the back right of the room. The sheets of his bed were just a nice teal and folded well. The vinyl set along with the record player were set near the window. A shelf was also set up to the left of the window and was stacked with textbooks, fantasy books, and sprinkled with a couple of D&D modules.

Nerdy bull.

After I set the amp down in an empty corner, I took my rightful place on the end of his bed, and he set his keys in a bowl on a night stand by his bed. I looked up at him with a smile. "Hey...I really appreciate you letting me stay the night here."

He looked down at me with a grin and shrugged. "Yeah, not a problem."

He started to stretch, and he huffed as he went over to his closet and just stripped off his pants casually. I didn't even bat an eye as he gave a long groan of relief, and his tail flicked back and forth excitedly as he searched the dresser in his closet for something more comfortable. He came up with some gym shorts. I was hoping he would just stay in the light red briefs, but ehh...can't have everything we want.

"Heh, I still can't believe you can fit your ass in those skinny jeans," I mentioned with a chuckle and got up off the bed to go through his vinyl set for the umpteeth time. I kneeled on the cream-colored, carpeted floor. He had such an interesting collection. I never knew some of the bands he listened to existed, and he was just so knowledgeable about each of them.

He looked over his shoulder and wiggled his rump playfully. "Yeah! It's easy once you have done it a couple of times." He threw the jeans into a hamper before excitedly kneeling on the carpet near me.

I swear his tail was wagging. "Did you find the new one yet?"

I shook my head, but then I smiled. "Wait...just got it."

He wiggled his eyebrows. "Yeah?"

"Yep. Jessie Ware."

It was stuck between a punk rock band and a heavy metal band, but there it was. A seductive cheetah looked at the viewer, and her fur was blowing around. I turned the album around to see it had "Best Disco Album of 2020" on it. Thomas must have noticed the surprised look on my face.

"What? Didn't think bulls liked disco?"

I looked up at him with a smile. "Nooooo.....I just didn't think bulls like you liked disco."

"Oh? Bulls like me?"

He grabbed the case from me and pulled out the black vinyl. He held it carefully, like some sort of sacred object. His hands never touched the grooves, and had his palms just braced right on the outside before he stood up and placed the vinyl on the record player. He moved the needle into one of the many grooves, and my ears were blessed with the sound of a sultry voice.

The music had a pulsing beat. The high hats pushed everything forward, and the bass was so smooth and funky that I found my tail wagging while I was subconsciously tapping my paw. I looked out the window to see the snow was falling down a lot heavier now. Large, chunky snowflakes were coming down and plopping right on the ground, and since it was getting much colder, the snow stuck to the ground a lot easier.

I didn't even notice the look in Thomas's eyes as he kneeled down next to me again and was looking at me intensely. His eyes glittered like the white snow outside, and his hand started to move up towards my crossed legs. He rubbed them softly and gave a smile.

I looked up at him with an unexpecting expression as I felt that hand stay and he moved closer. My heart started to beat audibly in my chest, and it was like time started to stand still. I looked up into those hazel eyes, and he gave that warm, disarming smile once again.

"Hey, I...really thought you were a dick when I first met you."

I frowned.

"But I actually found out that I think I might uhh..."

My heart started to thud faster, my tail wagging as the disco music and the soft sound of snow packing on the window's ledge began to fade, and I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek with a deep red blush. He seemed..surprised, and his mouth opened in a cute "oh".

When he kept that look on his face for more than two seconds, I thought I did something wrong, and I clammed up. "Oh...I'm sorry if I-"

"Don't be sorry," he said, and this time he leaned forward as his lips connected with mine.

We started to kiss. It was slow and methodical, and I didn't know what to do. My heart was fluttering, and so were my eyes, so I just closed them and enjoyed his body brushing up against mine. Soon, I found myself on my back, and he was on top of me. He tasted like coffee and mint, and it was just a wonderful combination because....it was him.

He let me set the pace, and we melted into one another. It was like there was nothing happening besides us. No final scores to worry about, no wrathful blizzard just outside, and no one to-

There was a buzzing coming from Thomas's pocket, and the bull reached in as he kissed me and gave a groan. The vibration went through my mouth, and I was still starstruck by everything that happened that I did not realize he shot off of me, searched his nightstand, and started to make his way towards the door. I barely had enough time to look to my right and see him clutching something in both hands: in his right hand, a cell phone, and in his left...well, I didn't quite catch it.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I have to take this."

I was left on the floor, my back on the carpet and Jessie singing about what her pleasures were, and I was just taking it all in. I looked over at the digital clock that sat on the nightstand.

It was 10:30 PM. Who the fuck would call at 10:30 PM?

I huffed and got up off the carpet. Who would dare?

My curiosity got the better of me, and I made my way out the door and awkwardly shuffled out. I made sure the door was unlocked before letting it close. I was perturbed when I looked down the hallway to see no bull.

My legs worked faster than my brain, and I was already making my way towards the lobby. No bull. I knew that there had to be one more place that he would be. I walked out of the lobby doors and was surprised when he was just standing right outside and not in his truck where I thought he would be...and he was sobbing.

"M-my grades....I don't know if I can..."

I was crushed. Just seeing this side of him was so bizarre. The confidence and bloated posture was gone. It was like air being let out of a balloon. Even though he had those muscular arms and that tree trunk body, he was reduced down to a sobbing mess, all in the span of about 6 minutes from when I first saw him. He had something in his mouth, too. It was a long, white object. It was lit, and the red flare on the end contrasted with the white snow.

I just stood there perplexed, but attentive.

"N-no, I do want to be one, m-mom, but with my C..."

Another pause, and the bull had put his hand on his forehead. "Okay...okay, I will send an email, but I don't th-"

The voice on the other end got louder before quieting down, and then there was silence.

Thomas was left there in the cold, snow up to his ankles, and his posture looked slumped. He brought the cigarette up to his lips and took a long puff before he turned around to walk back towards the doors.

He stopped when he saw me there looking at him with a mixture of both confusion and anger, and he recoiled when I stomped up to him.

"You are a doctor, Thomas," I said quietly. He got the message when my eyes flicked towards the lit cigarette.

"O-oh...sorry," he replied back meekly and walked past me to put the cigarette into the ashtray above the trashcan before walking back to me and looking dejected and torn.

I sighed. "How often do you...smoke?"

He shrugged and said, "Only when I'm stressed, so...like maybe twice a week."

I chuckled darkly. "Was it really Bruce that smoked?"

He looked at me and turned away, ashamed. He shook his head and sniffed loudly.

"No."

"Then w-"

"IF I WANTED A LECTURE, THEN I WOULD CALL MY MOM BACK AGAIN!" he roared out suddenly, and I was taken aback.

This time, I was the one visibly recoiling. I have never heard him yell like that before, and my ears went down to my head as my fur stood straight up. I bared my teeth and shrunk back. I even brought my arm up as if I was about to defend myself before shrinking down.

He breathed out, his posture deflating again, and he wiped his eyes. I stared at him, terrified. I swore that I could still hear the echo throughout the whole campus and bouncing around in my brain.

Now there were tears in my eyes, and I opened up my mouth to say something but then stopped. Maybe...he had a point. I relaxed and walked up to him slowly before I wrapped my hand around his, and I felt his hand squeeze around mine reflexively.

"Hey..."

He looked over at me, his eyes still glazed over and watery. He looked so exhausted. This time, he looked at me expectedly and hurt. His tail flicked, and he kept me at a distance, as if he was afraid of blowing up again.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked gently.

All of a sudden, he started to REALLY cry. I mean, the tears came down and down, and I was speechless. For some reason, it made me relax even further.

"You are the only one who...who actually cares," he gargled out between long sniffs and choked up emotions. "Like, my mom is JUST SO FUCKING pushy, my bandmates fucking think I'm incompetent bull who doesn't know his ass from his elbow, and I'M JUST SO FUCKING SICK of being talked to like I'm sort of dunce, and...."

He breathed deeply. The tears started to subside, and he started to shake a bit. I touched his fur, and he was so very cold. I started to lead him inside, and he was still spilling his guts out. He didn't even sign himself in with the card reader.

"So you got a C in Micro?" I said. "Is this what started this?"

"Yes," Thomas replied simply and frowned, sniffing and now shivering. "I can't be a doctor, Vincent. What kind of doctor got a C in one of their classes?"

We made our way upstairs, our footfalls heavy and slow. "Well, there are plenty. I mean, look at Einstein."

"He's not a doctor," Thomas said through choked sobs as he gave a chuckle. "Come on, you should know that."

I shook my head. "That's not what I'm saying. He failed several of his classes but succeeded in others and became a well-known physicist."

"He mastered calculus when he was 16 and became one of the forerunners for quantum theory. I just...didn't try because I didn't like the professor. Einstein didn't fail those classes because he wasn't smart in them," Thomas said with a small cough. We passed by the 2 South sign.

"No....but that still isn't the takeaway. You are a smart bull. Success isn't a straight line. I mean, I failed my college algebra final and still got a B."

He looked at me with a look of incredible disbelief. "And they still kept you in the program?"

I laughed audibly. "Just because I study STEM doesn't mean that I have to get straight A's. So what if you get a C? I know med school is cutthroat, but the worst thing that you'll have to do is retake the class."

He paused for a moment, giving a really long sniff, and I could see his confidence starting to perk up. "What if I fail getting in?"

"Then I guess you'll join me in Micro and can graduate with that," I said with a smile and he gave a laugh.

"Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be so bad."

We got back to his room, and he grabbed a toothbrush and toothpaste out of his nightstand and walked away towards the communal bathrooms. I was exhausted, and I stripped out of my clothes and into my underwear. They were simple boxer briefs made of a nice microfiber, and I climbed into Thomas's bed. I didn't know if he wanted me to sleep elsewhere, but I didn't care, and I closed my eyes.

The vinyl was still playing...we completely forgot to pull the needle away, so I got up, turned it off, and was greeted with the sound of silence before getting back into bed.

I could hear shuffling inside and a small chuckle as he looked at me in bed after coming back from the bathrooms. "Make yourself at home?"

I didn't even open my eyes and just nodded, and he smiled. I felt the bed's weight shift as he climbed in, and I felt his warm body up against me. He smelled like fresh mouthwash and toothpaste, and I shivered as I felt his fur right up against me. I wasn't used to such a sensation, and I nuzzled against the bottom of his neck before leaning into him. He was as nearly naked as I was, his briefs pushed right up against my backside, and I felt at peace even though I was so vulnerable.

"Do you feel better?" I managed to say weakly as I felt sleep pulling at me.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I threw aw-"

"I shouldn't have...lectured you," I said with even more drowsiness to my voice.

I could feel him shift, and he kissed me on the cheek gently. "It's okay."

I fell asleep pretty much immediately when I heard the words. It will be okay as long as I am with him.

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I jolted awake. I could hear birds chirping, but barely any sunlight came in due to the thick clouds outside. I could feel a heavy arm wrapped around my chest and craned my neck to see a smiling bull looking down at me.

"How'd you sleep?"

"I slept well," I said with a smile and looked over at the clock. It was only 8:00 AM. The day was young, and I leaned up against Thomas.

"Good," he said simply as he leaned in and started to kiss up along the back of my neck. "Should we pick up where we left off?"

My heart started to thump in my chest again. "So early in the morning? You are a dirty dog," I said casually as I adjusted myself to kiss him on the lips. This one was not as slow and with a lot more passion packed into each movement of our lips against one another. He was so warm, so loving, and I felt a hand move down my hips and along my sides, just rubbing and enjoying the curves of my body.

"Noooo..." he replied and gave me a little bop on the nose. "You are a dirty dog. I'm merely being a gentleman. You threw some dobie heat into that kiss."

"Yes, as gentle as whatever is poking me right now in between your legs," I grinned and got up out of bed. "Come on, let's at least go shower."

He stared at me for a moment, taking in my own bulge in my boxer briefs before chuckling. "Yeah, alright."

We gathered up some clean clothes and showered in separate cubicles. I made sure to scrub myself down good, using the soaps that Thomas graciously provided for me, and lathered up my fur but also made sure I finished before him. I tore back down the hallway, a towel around my waist and giggling like a madman before finally making it back to his room and raiding his dresser.

Opening up the top drawer and finding a treasure trove of clean underwear, I whistled audibly. "Jackpot."

I reached in and grabbed a jockstrap on the top. The light blue pouch was made out of the same microfibers my boxer briefs were made out of, and the bright white straps were thick and had a nice elasticity to them.

I dropped my towel.

Before I could do anything though, I heard the sound of the door to the room closing, and I was face to face with a bull who had that trademark grin across his face. I was busted, naked, and holding his underwear.

"So, that's why you wanted to shower, huh? To snoop through my underwear like some panty-crazed frat bro?"

"I plead the 5th," I replied back with a deep, red blush across my face. I tried covering myself, and he tisked.

"No, no. You deserve to be punished."

I blushed even more and chuckled.

"Is that really neces-"

"Well, put them on."

I gulped and did what I was told. I pulled the material up along my legs and over my groin before adjusting the pouch. It hugged my balls and cock easily, and I could feel myself getting hard as I was being appraised by the bull across the room. He gave a grin and lifted his index finger before moving it in a twirling motion.

I got the memo and blushed before turning around, a smile on my face when he gave a loud groan of approval. I soon had his body wrapped around mine and another towel dropped on the floor to join mine.

He kissed up along my neck, and I moaned as his hands explored around my body, causing me to shiver. It wasn't because it was still snowing outside or because it was so damn cold but because I was so turned on.

"Thomas, there's something you should know..." I said with another long sigh as he nibbled on my ear.

"Hmmm..." he said as he rested his chin on my shoulder and rubbed up along my abs and around my pecs. He was admiring me. Touching me with his graceful fingers and playing me like some pervy instrument. My heart was still beating so hard in my chest, and I looked over my shoulder to make sure I could look into those beautiful eyes.

"I'm...I've never..."

"I know," he said with a smile. "Your kiss said everything."

He nuzzled against my neck, and I shook. We were about to take things to another step, and I was barely able to keep myself upright. When his hands grasped the waistband of the jockstrap, I nearly buckled when he started to pull it downward. My cock flopped upward and slapped against my abs, and he continued to pull it down until he had me step out of it.

"Which is why....I'm wearing this," he said casually as he started to put on the jockstrap. "You just relax. Let me do the leg work."

I didn't even get to see what made him a male yet, but I didn't care. I loved the mystery. When I turned around to face him, my cock was hard and rubbed against his full pouch. Just from the feeling of it, he was HUGE. His round, huge balls cradled my dick, and I leaned into him. When he wrapped an arm around me, I felt like I was his, and he was all mine.

He started to walk, his hooves not clomping on the soft carpet, and soon I was right up against the bed we just slept on. He pushed me onto it, and I fell backwards. The look he gave me wasn't that bull from yesterday who was sobbing uncontrollably but one who knew what he wanted and was just about to take it.

Fuck, if I wasn't eager.

"Ready hun?"

"Yes....please..."

He started to kneel at my legs, and I couldn't help but let out a string of swear words. I was so excited that I thought I would explode. My cock danced between my legs, resting before throbbing again and again, and I could feel my precum dripping down my shaft and over my balls. Thomas looked like he was in heaven as he reached forward, and I gasped.

I had not felt another hand on my shaft besides my own, and the feeling was surreal. The bull was so gentle, so careful when he began to move his hand up and down along my thick length. He wasn't intimidated and didn't flinch when I started to lightly roll my hips into his hand. He chuckled and leaned forward to give the head of my member a kiss. My toes curled.

"W-wait..." I said and Thomas stopped and looked up at me with a bit of concern.

"Is this too much?"

"No...I want to say that I have...I have feelings for you."

He smiled, letting go of my shaft and moving up to me and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was like air; the feeling of his lips against mine lingering even though he had just pulled away. My maleness was right up against his leg, and I breathed deep. I wanted to remember his scent in case this would be our last moment, but I knew it wouldn't be because of what he was going to say next.

"I have more than feelings, Vincent. I love you."

My heart...oh god. It couldn't have been more full. "I...I love you too."

He kissed me so deep and then started to kiss down my belly until he got back to my shaft and engulfed it right into his maw. I shuddered, and my claws extended to pull at the sheets. My back craned, and I groaned out. He was in bliss with the noises I was making, and the vibration around my shaft told me that he was enjoying them.

His maw was warm, and his tongue was nimble. It was like sinking into pure silk that was also alive. His tongue was thick, but also flexible and wrapped around my member like it was always meant to be there. I was a trembling mess as he worked me like he owned me. I heard a snap coming from his end and realized he was doing it to get my attention. I frowned, and he grinned like a fool.

His tail practically wagged when my eyes fell on his, and he watched my expression closely as he brought his muzzle all the way down to the base of my shaft. It was like a white, hot bolt of lightning shot right up my spine. I groaned out, rolling my hips to sink deeper, and he obliged. Deeper and deeper I went with just a little bit of gagging. He quickly adjusted to my length, and in all honesty, I took it as a compliment. He brought his paw up to mine, threading the fingers through my own, and I sighed blissfully as he continued to work me.

"Nnnrgh....mmmgh...grggghhh..."

Not the most pleasing sounds, but paired with the act, it made them hot. I felt so big when he struggled with my length, and it was hard to hide the fact that I was enjoying the sounds he was making. I could feel that tingle getting harder to ignore, until with one swift motion across the head of my maleness, I found that the tingling turned into a burning fire.

"Thomas...I'm going to..." I said with plenty of breath and I closed my eyes. My body was shaking, and a deep, red blush formed across my cheeks. I wasn't embarrassed. My body was on fire. Instead of backing down, the bull just continued, and my claws dug into his sheets.

The result was almost immediate. That burning fire inside of me went straight to my crotch and started to bubble up. It was...explosive. My muscles tensed, and the sounds that I made were so close to a howl. Luckily, I stifled most of it, since I didn't want to wake up the whole dorm to the sounds of our debauchery, but he felt so good. I swear, my balls must have pulled up to my body.

The sloppiness of our carnal acts became even more sloppy. The sounds of Thomas's lips around my cock amplified when there was a fresh load of doberman thrown in. He swallowed the first few shots, which made me blush out of embarrassment. I couldn't believe I didn't last that long. How do pornstars do it?

When he pulled off, he grabbed the shaft of my member and started to stroke it nice and slow. I groaned out as his hand gracefully milked me for all that I was worth. He got four more shots for his efforts, which streaked beautifully across his face. He was like some perverted Picasso painting, and I was all for it. He was smirking like a mad devil, and I was smitten. I never had anyone pleasure me with the intent of watching me explode, but Thomas was...wow.

He made out with my dick like he did with me earlier and let it rest on his cheek, just looking at me intently while I panted and watched.

"And that's one..." he said with that broad, handsome smile.

"One?" I managed to huff out as I leaned back on the bed and Thomas climbed up on top of me. I gave an "ooof" of protest but not before moaning into his lips. He leaned in and kissed me passionately, my cock nestled right between his two large globes of muscle. He was an expert kisser...well, to me anyway. Since I haven't kissed anyone but him, I thought he was wonderful. He did not seem to mind, and he led my hands around to grope at his rump.

Maybe there wasn't AS much muscle as I thought, but I didn't care. It was him, and underneath a layer of fluff was tight muscle. Thomas flexed his rump when I groped it, and he used the distraction to slip a tongue right into my mouth. The move took me by surprise, but it wasn't unwelcome.

The cum that I splattered all over his face was now spreading across mine, and although he swallowed, I could still taste my offering. It was the most erotic thing that I would probably ever be a part of, and my dick never went down. When he pulled away from the kiss, he was now a panting mess like me, and little droplets of drool fell from his mouth and onto my chest.

"How about we amp it up a bit?" Thomas proposed with a purr to his voice.

His cheeks flexed around my cock, and my paws gripped his rump hard. He grinned down at me, grinding against me like he was some exotic dancer, and I just stared up at his eyes. He looked back down at me, somewhat concerned.

"You okay?"

"I'm just...taking you all in."

This time, it was his turn to blush, and he leaned forward to make out with me passionately. What I didn't see was his right hand rummaging through the night stand and pulling out a bottle of lube. My eyes were closed, and I was so focused on just enjoying his lips and naked body against mine that the slick, cool sensation of lube being rubbed onto my shaft did not take me aback at all. When his paw wrapped around my cock and really started to rub it in was when I recoiled from the kiss a bit.

"You okay if we do bareback?" Thomas said with a tone of innocence to his voice.

I knew from my one sex education class in high school that this would get a woman pregnant or give either one of us an STD, but I didn't say that I was against the idea. I was quiet, still watching him, and he seemed to get a bit nervous.

"I...I promise I've only had sex with like one other person, and we used condoms every time."

My eyebrow raised further, and I bit my lower lip as he lined up the tip of my cock with his hole.

"Hey, don't distract me..." I hissed out, and he let go of my cock to only let it rub between his cheeks. He was still grinding against me....the horndog.

"Sorry..."

"No, it's fine. How are you so...good?"

He smiled. Not in a teasing way, but just at how innocent I was. "Oh...well I was in a relationship for about a year before I met you. It was fun, but..."

Thomas shrugged. "I don't really want to talk about that right now."

He leaned forward, his beautiful abs flexing as he kissed me softly. We knew each other for only one month, but I felt as if I had known him my whole life. I was so infatuated, thrown off my heels and right into his arms.

When the kiss stopped and he pulled away, his hand was on top of mine as I held onto his hips. "I love you, Vincent. I want to feel all of you. Do you trust me?"

I couldn't say no to him. I knew he would let me put on a condom if I insisted, but I wanted to feel all of him, too. He pulled me out of my funk, and I had no reason not to believe him. I knew that it was a bad decision because I was taking a risk, but I really wanted to feel all that there was to feel. So, if I ever give my hypothetical gay son the sex talk, I'll scold him even more about condom use for the sin that I committed, but I was trying not to think about that now.

I just kept thinking about him and that smile he had on his face.

"Yeah, I trust you," I said gently and squeezed his hand harder. He lined my cock up with his hole and unceremoniously popped me right on in.

Thomas barely grimaced as he sunk deeper onto the mixture of flesh, cum, and saliva. He just watched me carefully as he slowly took in inch after inch of my member. His hands moved to flank my head, and his arms were like pillars on both sides. Deeper and deeper down he went until finally I felt his rump kiss my hips. His balls were on top of my abs, the two large and smooshy orbs sitting right on my abs and his member sticking straight out at me, still in that teal jock pouch like an intimidating spire. It leaked profusely, a dark wet spot spreading its way across the middle of it.

"Fuuuuuck," Thomas groaned out, and I chuckled. I didn't mean to laugh, but hearing him enjoy himself made my own member jump inside him. The bull's legs shook, and I stuck out my tongue before giving a playful thrust into him.

"OW!" Thomas yelped.

My heart dropped, and I immediately stopped. "Oh god! Should I pull out?! What should I-"

"Heh, I'm only kidding. It felt soooo good," Thomas grunted as he took all of me inside him, and I frowned at his dorky, euphoric, stupid expression on his face.

I started to thrust hard into him to wipe that off his face, and instead he just got even more into it.

"Ooooo, pup's got a bark and a bite!" Thomas teased and leaned forward once again. His body grinded against mine, and the sound of our lovemaking was starting to turn into more of a squelchy, slick orchestra of sounds. I didn't mind one bit.

"I was really worried about you..." I sulked as I attempted to at least get some reaction out of Thomas that wasn't just pure horiness, but the bull doubled down.

"Mmm, why don't you take it out on me then? I'll be your bucking bull, but I'll be the one riding you..."

God, that thought alone made me melt. That smirk on his face told me he saw my reaction. He leaned forward to nibble lightly on my neck before kissing up towards my lips, and I was putty in his hands once again. His hot, warm breath brushed against my lips and whatever malice I held against him evaporated almost instantly. He started to push back against my thrusts. Our bodies were slapping together rhymically, and I was lost in pleasure.

"Punish your bull," he groaned out softly into my ear. "Make me yours."

"You're forgiven. You're forgiven. You're forgiven..." I whispered out to him through my pants as I explored his tight depths. This felt so dirty and wrong, but at the same time I had never felt more connected to someone. It was so intimate and carnal and dirty, and I needed more.

"That's it..." he cooed softly as he pushed against me with enough force to rock the bed, and his tight ass tried to milk everything it could out of me. "Give me everything, Vincent."

"I will..." I panted out, and I got a kiss on my cheek for my response.

"Good."

I thrusted again and again into him. My cock was practically constantly about ready to explode. He was groaning openly, his body shaking with each thrust, the shockwave from the force of my thrusts reverberating up through his rump and along his spine. It was so carnal compared to the tranquil snow that was falling outside.

"V-Vincent..."

The breathy sigh that came from him surprised me. The confidence wavered, and I looked up at him to see his teeth were clenched, and he gave almost a gasp. Between our bodies, a torrent of jizz was released. It soaked through the jockstrap's pouch and splattered across my abs and onto my chest. Thomas's cock was spasming, jumping up in the pouch as if it was trying to escape the cloth jail it was trapped in. Immediately, I felt him close around me like a vice, and my voice hitched.

I couldn't believe that my own body could push someone over the edge, and I was over the moon. My own confidence skyrocketed, and I just thrusted in as deep as I could into my lover to watch his body flex deliciously. His breathing was ragged and broken up as he unleashed all of what he had to offer, and I ate it all up. From the musky smell of bull jizz, all the way to the almost wincing look on his face, to pure bliss of release, I took it all in.

My own climax hit fast. I didn't even have time to warn him as my own member, face, and body did a mirror of his. The very thought that my body could make the bull cum was enough to send me over, and I was painting his insides white. I emptied everything I had inside of him, and now that Thomas's orgasm was over, he had all the time in the world to watch me. He started to lightly ride me up and down, making sure to stroke me with his body to get every single drop out of me.

When we were finished, he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heap. We were gross, messy, and hopelessly in love. We kissed for what felt like way too short of a time, but it happened to be almost fifteen minutes of fierce making out and light petting. We just enjoyed one another's company as it snowed outside.

Finally, Thomas was the one that said something.

"That was incredible."

I didn't say anything and simply nodded while cuddling up against him. My cock had gotten too soft to stay in, and I had popped out during our makeout session. He was busy fingering his hole and playing with the mess left behind.

Looking down at me, he smiled. "You want some breakfast? I got a message from campus that the GUC has some extra food, and the students that are stuck here are welcome to it."

I shook my head and snuggled right up against his warm fur, just enjoying the body heat. "Nah. Can we wait for just a little bit? I'm sure there'll be lunch, too."

He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it with no protest. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "Alright. You'll need some food for round 2, though."

I clicked my tongue. "Noted."

"Mmm hmm...and 3. Also 4."

I laughed and turned around to face him. "Did you really mean it?"

He blinked. "Mean what?"

"That you loved me."

There wasn't any hesitation. "Yes. I love you so much, Vincent."

We made out again, the passion already lit. It seemed even lunch might have to wait.