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Koil wasn't a teenager anymore. It'd been a couple years already since he had walked straight into adulthood, although maybe 'straight' wasn't the right word.

He'd known he was attracted to males since he was sixteen, but had only recently come out to his closest friends. Some of them had been more surprised than others, but to most the revelation hadn't been particularly shocking. They'd argued that Koil had never brought a girlfriend with him or expressed any interest in finding one so they'd had their suspicions for a while.

And that had got Koil thinking.

It wasn't only girlfriends. He'd never had a boyfriend or even a casual relationship with a guy because he was worried about what his friends might have said had they found out. His teenage years had gone past him without giving him the chance to kiss another guy or going in one of those romantic dates you'd see in modern cheesy movies. That meant he was now in his mid-twenties and he had no experience whatsoever in respect of love, let alone sex.

That thought was frankly depressing. And he wasn't even sure he found himself in that situation because of his gayness. He'd heard some other gay guys talk about the men they'd dated, after all. Maybe he just wasn't confident enough. There had to be something those guys had that he didn't, he kept on telling himself.

It wasn't the looks, he thought. He wouldn't say he was a supermodel, but whenever he looked into the mirror he found himself quite attractive. As a means to celebrate his coming out of the closet, he'd died some of his fur red, which meant the skunk now showed some scarlet highlights in his jet black fur. That subtle change had worked wonders on him.

But dying his fur wasn't going to miraculously improve his situation. He needed to visit new places, have new experiences, jump out of his comfort zone. Staying home wasn't going to help him, that for sure. There was no way a hot guy would walk to his place and knock at the door, then ask him on a date.

So he'd decided to go somewhere else that night. At first, he'd regretted his decision. The city he lived in was big enough to have a few gay bars, but he'd never been in one of those. He'd considered asking some of his friends if they knew something about what he was supposed to expect, but then had decided against it. There was no way he was going to share his plans with his friends. He wanted to step out of his comfort zone, but the thought made him slightly dizzy.

One step at a time, he told himself.

He'd finally stopped walking when he'd seen the huge billboard of one of the clubs that had caught his attention. The place was called CompactDisc and its logo was an enormous CD with beams of light shining on it. It was an interesting idea, for even if there weren't too many colors in the billboard, it suggested the idea of a rainbow in a way Koil had never thought of before.

The skunk hesitated in front of the door for a few seconds, but finally decided to take a few steps in and push it open.

There weren't as many people as he'd expected in the club and they were... more covered than Koil had assumed they'd be. He wasn't one to be fooled by stereotypes, but he knew what it was that people went to clubs for and it wasn't - not most of the time, at least - just for socializing. Well, better for me, he thought. He wasn't willing to have sex with the first guy he met... unless he really, really liked him, of course.

From the entrance, he could see some people dancing on the corner. The room was clean and spacious and the flashlights weren't particularly irritating. In fact, the way they ranged from pink to blue and green was kind of nice, Koil thought. The only problem he had was that there were several groups of people that very obviously seemed to know each other. The thought made him feel lonelier than he'd expected. But that's why I'm here today, he reminded himself, trying to overcome the slightly anxious feeling.

He decided to dive straight into the dance floor to at least have a good time. The music the DJ was playing was good, but Koil didn't know any of the songs. He wasn't a particularly good dancer, but at least he was good at keeping the rhythm so he tried his best not to look ridiculous. He did well, but most people already had a partner they were dancing to, or were dancing in a circle.

If things kept that way, maybe he'd lose some calories, but he wasn't going to meet anyone new. He made an effort to steel himself and looked for another lonely dancer. There was an arctic fox not too far from him. When Koil danced his way to his mark and made eye-contact, the fox answered with a nervous smile.

"Hi!" he shouted over the music, trying to start a conversation. "Do you also not know anyone here?"

"I'm sorry! I do!" The arctic fox pointed at a corner. Someone was coming from the bathroom, probably his boyfriend or at least a close acquaintance. "You look cute though! Good luck!"

"Thanks," Koil said under his breath, trying to get over the sheer feeling of embarrassment. "See you around!"

After that heavy blow, he only kept dancing for three or four more songs. He had the uncomfortable feeling that the fact he was dancing alone was attracting some judgmental gazes, and even though he was pretty sure it was just his anxiety talking, he decided to give up and turn to the bar.

The music wasn't as loud there, but it was still hard to keep a conversation. At least, the slightly more discreet point of view helped him ease his nerves.

Koil was still trying to decide what to order when a polar bear sitting a few meters away from him chuckled and said something he couldn't hear while looking his way.

"What?" he asked, confused.

The polar bear pointed at the chair next to him. Koil assumed the stranger wanted him to sit by his side. Well, that's an improvement, he thought.

He stood up slowly and walked to the bear, taking the seat.

"Tough night, boy?" the polar bear asked, still smiling. Koil had caught a glimpse of his face before, but now that he could hear his voice it was clear as day that the stranger was way older than him. On his forties, maybe even his fifties.

Still, the fact that there was someone willing to talk to him was good enough. Besides, it wasn't as if the polar bear wasn't attractive and Koil had more than once found himself attracted to older males.

He smelled kind of... fresh, too. It was a nice scent.

"Yeah!" he answered. "I'm not used to these places, I suppose."

"Aye, I could see that," the bear said, still smiling. "Don't worry too much about it. Everyone has to start somewhere, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Here, let me fix you a drink. It's on me." The polar bear glanced at the waiter and raised two fingers. As if that was enough information, the waiter nodded and jumped straight into action. "Name's Tristan, by the way."

"Oh. I'm Koil," the skunk answered, somewhat shyly. He hadn't expected the polar bear to spend any money on him, but how was he supposed to reject such a blatant display of solidarity?

"You were doing great out there, Koil. I wouldn't have moved half as well as you did, not even back in my day" Tristan reassured him, glancing back and giving him an interested look. "The thing is, it's hard to get into circles that have closed already. But you made a more than respectable attempt if you ask me."

"Uh, thank you." Koil rubbed the back of his head, feeling embarrassed. "Dunno. I guess I just want to meet someone."

Tristan nodded.

The waiter placed the two drinks in front of them. Koil took a look and decided it was impossible he could tell what was in the glass - especially since the flashlights kept changing color.

"What's the matter?" the polar bear asked, as soon as he noticed the hesitant look on the skunk's face.

"You know, it wouldn't be very clever of me to drink from someone a stranger just offered me," Koil answered. "No offense."

"None taken. You're absolutely right." The polar bear grabbed one of the drinks and took a long gulp. He then offered it to the skunk. "See? Now you can safely drink from it."

"I'll admit that makes me feel a bit calmer, yeah," Koil said, smiling. He tentatively took a sip and immediately felt his throat and head getting warmer. Perhaps the drink wasn't spiked, but it was way stronger than he had anticipated.

He barely noticed the polar bear had pushed his stool closer to him. His fresh smell was now more noticeable. It made a nice contrast with the warm feeling beginning to fill his head.

"So we both drank from the same glass," Tristan noted. "What is that thing young'uns say... It's almost like we kissed, right?"

Koil chuckled. The intentions of the older stranger still weren't clear, but still he was being nice... and surprisingly had a knack for making him feel calmer.

"You were saying you wanted to meet someone" Tristan reminded him, turning his head to look straight into his eyes. "Why is that? Oh, let me guess. You came out recently, hmm?"

"Uh, yes! I guess I did," Koil answered, chuckling softly. Tristan's eyes were deep blue, like ice crystals. Another sip from the drink made his head feel cottony. "I've known for quite some time though. It's just..."

"Hard to do it. Right. I know." The polar bear pushed the empty glass away from him. How he'd finished the drink so fast without burning his throat, Koil didn't know. "Being lonely is tough. Right?"

"Yeah," Koil admitted.

"Well, you don't need to feel lonely anymore. You got me now. Okay, boy?"

Perhaps it was because of the drink. Perhaps it was because those crystal-blue eyes were right there to meet Koil's as soon as he looked up from the glass. The world, however, seemed to blur slightly for a moment, as if seen through a pair of unfamiliar glasses. The skunk felt a bit dizzy.

I shouldn't drink this stuff, he told himself, pushing the glass away. He'd never been particularly resistant to alcohol.

"Too strong for you? Can't say I'm surprised," the polar bear said, chuckling.

He was still looking straight into Koil's eyes. The skunk thought he liked how they seemed to stand out in the middle of the half-lit room, amongst the ever-changing flashlights. They gave him something nice to focus on as he's body grew even limper.

"Huh?" he asked. He wasn't sure he'd heard the last thing Tristan had said, even though his voice was surprisingly easy to hear through the loud music.

The polar bear's grin got slightly wider. He placed one of his heavy paws on Koil's shoulders, and the skunk suddenly realized how soggy his body felt. It swayed gently under Tristan's touch. Still, Koil doubted it had anything to do with the drink he'd been given. He had the weirdest feeling that his body was feeling so extremely fuzzy for a completely different reason, but he couldn't quite ask why...

"You're not lonely anymore. You like being with me, don't you, boy?" Tristan asked.

Koil nodded. His head felt heavy, but fortunately Tristan's paw climbed from his shoulder to his chin, caressing softly his neck on the way. He felt the need to say something, but his tongue felt like it had decided to go on strike. Those eyes were so beautiful he couldn't look away. He was feeling warm and cold at the same time.

The fresh smell filled him the same way the warm, fuzzy feeling melted away all his worries. For a moment, the contrast took over him completely.

"Up, boy," he heard.

Koil opened his eyes to find himself resting on the polar bear's strong, wide chest. A wave of embarrassment washed over him as he sat straight, wiping his mouth dry. Wait, had he actually...

"You're too cute to be left on your own," Tristan was saying then. His eyes had momentarily turned to the other side of the room. Koil could still picture them clearly in his mind, as if they were still there, staring straight into his soul. "Perhaps I should stick around and keep you company."

"Uh-huh," the skunk managed to say. He still hadn't regained full control of his mouth. He wasn't sure he wanted to.

Tristan must have guessed what he was thinking, because eventually he turned his face to Koil again. This time, he grabbed the skunk's jaw with his big paw a bit more firmly. Koil felt the bear's thick fingers pressing against his cheeks and lips, making him feel extremely vulnerable.

And then, those eyes lowered to meet his gaze.

"Good boy. Suck."

Koil felt something sliding into his mouth. His tongue, suddenly more collaborative than before, began to run along the thick finger. He mumbled something in his slumber, and he was pretty sure words were being said that he was supposed to be paying attention to, but for a few seconds the only feeling that mattered was that thick finger in his mouth.

He felt it clearly as it explored every inch - gums, lips, roof, under his tongue, everything - and he shivered in response. Every single caress, every single stroke of that digit felt like being struck by lightning somehow.

"Up, up again."

Koil's eyes groggily opened.

"Hmmffrr.. wha..." was all he managed to say. His head felt like it had plunged into a deep pool and was only now aware of its surroundings.

The first thing he noticed was that Tristan's thumb was still in his mouth. The next thing he realized was that the bear's other strong paw was groping the obvious boner that had begun to form in his pants. When had that happened exactly, Koil had no idea. He was usually careful not to get turn-ons by complete strangers but...

Right now, the only thing he could do was let out a soft whimper as the firm touch of the bear on his covered erection sent pleasant shivers down his spine. There was a damp feeling in his boxers. The world looked as if he was seeing it through frosted glass.

And those eyes...

"You're way more interesting than I expected," he heard Tristan's voice.

It came to his ears piercing through the now distant music, deep and authoritative, demanding his complete attention. It was as if Koil's mind had tuned completely to it, leaving outside of his perception anything that wasn't the polar bear's words. "I think we both ought to find a more private place. You know, so you can keep telling me about yourself."

"Uhmmff... y-yuus..." was all Koil could say, the thick finger still on his mouth, leaving its imprint both on his tongue and, in a different way, in his mind as well.

Tristan rewarded him with a wide smirk. The fresh smell got even more intense as he brought the skunk closer by his jaw, whispering silky words into his ear.

"Then, boy, let yourself drift again for me."

The grip on his crotch tightened ever so slightly. Koil's eyes rolled up before they closed heavily. A weak, involuntary moan left the skunk's throat and got lost amidst the noise in the club. His disconnected brain barely registered the vibration on Tristan's chest as the polar bear chuckled softly.

"Good boy. Don't worry. I'll give you a first experience to remember..."