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Jiffy tried so hard for another slice... but after a single bite he dropped it and flopped back down. A groan escaped the over-stuffed rodent. Kyle gave him little pity, but at least moved a paw over to rub the squirrel's front, while Kyle finished eating.

The silence between them stretched longer and longer. One thing Kyle appreciated about his squirrel friend was that, though rare, silence never bothered either of them. It didn't become awkward... which was something Kyle treasured. That nervous awkwardness he felt in silence with so many others just didn't exist with Jiffy. It had been that way the entire time they'd known one another. Since day one.

However, Kyle did think after so long apart, he should have something to say to such a close friend... to his only friend with benefits. ... or would Rupert be...

"So... did you end up telling your parents before you left?" Kyle timidly chanced, popping another bite into his muzzle and chewing. Bringing up the topic was even more uncomfortable than silence. But it was such a big part of Jiffy's life, and important enough for Kyle to brave the discomfort.

"... no." The squirrel quietly admitted. He turned his head, looking over to Kyle directly. "I lost the nerve. I know they'd be... accepting, and all. But like... that's why I'm on the opposite side of the world. It's still illegal back home. We're well off enough I wouldn't get like... killed by a vigilante group..." there was a pause. "Which happened in bad parts of the city a few times over summer." Jiffy mumbled, then shook his head. "They'd make me hide it. Try and fix me, or convince me to pretend..." Jiffy's eyes closed and he let out a long sigh. He rolled his head back, pointing upward again. "I was just too scared they wouldn't let me fly back over here. And I'd never get to see any of you again. So... I just have to get through college, move here for good... Then I can tell them."

Kyle nodded, even though Jiffy couldn't see it. From their numerous chat sessions over the summer, Kyle knew just how difficult it was for his small friend. The remainder of his appetite gone, Kyle finally pushed his plate aside.

"Well... I'm sorry, but..." Kyle's brain scrambled. But what? Now, the silence was awkward. Kyle sighed soft, reaching both hands out to pull Jiffy over to him, hugging the smaller fur to his chest. "But I'm glad you're back, and you know I'm here for you, no matter what."

"That's why you're the best, big boomer." Jiffy responded, hugging himself against Kyle.

"And you're the best nut out there. Now." Kyle pushed gently on Jiffy, breaking the hug. He smirked that playful, teasing grin down at the squirrel. "You've still got to figure out how to get my fur as gorgeous red as yours."

Kyle lifted his paw, the back of a finger stroking down Jiffy's jaw, neck, and just a bit of exposed chest. Envying the color as he caressed the bright, orange-red fur that covered Jiffy's front.

"If I was this saturated, I'd be the hottest boomer around." Kyle continued, with a playful chuff after.

"You're already the hottest boomer around." Jiffy teased back, his fluffy tail bopping Kyle's muzzle.

"Biased." Kyle chuffed, claws teasing Jiffy's belly through his shirt.

"Yup! But that's the way you want it." Jiffy squeaked among squirms, pushing at Kyle's hand with both of his own.

"Fair." Kyle finally relented, switching to gathering everything on the table. Jiffy laid back again, sprawled and content. Kyle took care of cleaning up, carrying what remained of their pizza to the scavenger bar. An effective effort on Woodfall's part to help lower-income students save on food. Particularly effective with how many species grew to accept it in the last few generations.

"Should we just walk? I don't want you barfing on me." Kyle sassed, his fingers tapping at Jiffy's glove-shoe shod feet.

"I haven't yet, and I never will." The squirrel countered, groaning as he sat back up. "Besides, I'll never turn down an opportunity to ride you." Jiffy continued, grinning up at Kyle.

The worst part was how easily it flustered Kyle. Worse than it used to, certainly. After his previous night, and morning, with Rupert... anything sexual was throwing Kyle for a loop. But from his... fuck buddy, his friend with benefits... the closest thing to a real romantic relationship Kyle had... It was all the worse.

"Yeah, if you could fit more than a couple inches." Kyle chuffed, a little too late. He turned his back to the table, looking over his shoulder. "Climb on board."

Jiffy forced himself up, made his way across the table, then climbed up onto Kyle's back. After a few failures freshman year, the two had developed a method for Jiffy to securely ride Kyle at full hop. The squirrel's arms wrapped around Kyle's neck, hands together over Kyle's chest, feet pressed and holding to either side of Kyle's tail, and Jiffy's fluffy tail curled under and around Kyle's tail base.

Kyle walked over to the walkways, checking both ways for anyone already speeding along. When everything was clear, Kyle hopped onto the fast pathway and started bounding back toward his dorm. Despite the break away from one another, Jiffy still had the muscle memory. What had initially been awkward, uncomfortable, with Jiffy bouncing and thumping against Kyle's back, had become smooth and seamless, the two moving like one.

There were certainly furs who thought larger species carrying smaller species was distasteful. And more than that thought actually riding another fur, as Jiffy was riding Kyle, to be plain awful. Kyle couldn't really care less what those people thought of it. Yet, as they sailed through the air, tens of feet before landing and bounding forward again, Kyle couldn't help but wonder what Rupert would think of it. Would Rupert see it as diminutive, as others claimed?

"I missed this so much! It's like flying!" Jiffy squeaked over Kyle's shoulder, snapping Kyle's attention away from Rupert and back to the present.

"Pff, this is barely cruising." Kyle boasted, going off auto-pilot and focusing. It slowed him down a bit, but he started to bound higher and further; sacrificing distance to sail well above the ground. It made Jiffy cling tighter, squeaks and laughter coming from the squirrel. It brought a smile to Kyle's muzzle, and made the burning in his legs and tail base all the more worth it.

Kyle slowed to small hops, and then walked, as they got to his dorm building. There were a few people in line at the table, registering and getting their keys. Kyle's eyes met one, a fur that easily garnered attention. A rabbit that stood a little taller than Kyle wasn't a common sight, and the lapine was clearly oversized. The two, presumably parent, rabbits were each considerably shorter than their child.

Kyle was curious, but didn't want to interrupt. Plus eyes were on Kyle and his passenger.

"Nah, stay aboard. I'm up on the third." Kyle chuffed at Jiffy, feeling the smaller fur starting to loosen his grip.

"Ah... okay." Jiffy mumbled, tightening his grip, doing his best to ignore onlookers.

Kyle made his way into the building, glancing up the stairs. With the all clear, he bounced up them, just as he had earlier.

"Jeeze! You almost have me sold on this hopping thing... it's almost as good as climbing." Jiffy laughed. Kyle chuffed proudly in response, though he was sort of regretting showing off. He really hadn't been using his hoppers enough, and now they were burning angrily at him.

"Welcome to boomer territory." Kyle chuffed while opening the door, stepping inside.

"Are you really the only kangaroo - oh, hello." Jiffy squeaked, looking over Kyle's shoulder. Tommy was on his bed, watching something on his laptop. The cat also had a board cradled in one arm, dragging the claws of his other paw over it.

"Hiya." Tommy responded, looking up from his laptop. He smiled, lifting a paw in a little wave, then turned his attention back to the video, claws dragging over the scratching board again.

"This is my buddy Jeff." Kyle chuffed, letting the door shut and heading to his side of the room.

"Tommy. Nice to meet you." The feline responded, his eyes not leaving the screen.

"Yeah... likewise." Jiffy squeaked. He climbed up along Kyle's back, shoulder, then hopped to land on the desk. Kyle settled into his chair, only noticing Jiffy's stare once he was comfortable. Jiffy's eyes looked over to Tommy, then back to Kyle.

Kyle had no idea what Jiffy was trying to express. He glanced over to Tommy, then back to Jiffy. Furrowed brows showed his confusion, Jiffy only responding by dramatically rolling his eyes.

"So is this everything? Your computer all unpacked?" Jiffy asked, looking around the components spread between boxes, the desk and the foot of Kyle's bed.

"Uh... not quite. I barely got started before lunch." Kyle mumbled, looking around. Barely started was probably a generous assessment.

"Well then. You get to work, and I'll be nosey." Jiffy glibly responded, grabbing Kyle's dorm welcome bag. The squirrel easily scampered over Kyle's things, hopped to the bed, jumped from a box top to the wall, then landed on his back where Kyle's pillow rested at the head of the bed. Jiffy did his best to ignore Tommy's glance, instead starting to pull out and examine the contents of the bag he snatched.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "Could help me unpack..." He grumbled, opening up a new box and starting to sort things.

"Sorry, I'm only licensed to run cables and nothing else. Union and all." Jiffy squeaked in reply, pulling out a stress squeeze from the bag. The one Kyle had gotten was shaped like a cactus. Jiffy had to squeeze-hug it with both arms before it would compress.

"You've got good taste in friends." Tommy remarked offhandedly.

"Great, the tiny furs are ganging up on me." Kyle grumbled, half paying attention. He had only found half of his computer's parts. A strong surge of anxiety filled him as he pulled open the next box. Had he left something in the truck? Or worse, back home? Kyle dragged over the next box, opening it, searching through the contents.

"Kyle?"

Kyle's ears perked and he lifted himself to sit up again, looking to Tommy.

"Sorry... what's up?" he chuffed, half-distracted by the fear of having a useless computer.

"What's your favorite game?"

Kyle realized he'd missed a bit of conversation. He looked to Jiffy, confusion evident on his face.

Jiffy rolled his eyes, glancing to Tommy. "He spaces out a lot." He turned back to Kyle, smirking. Kyle's ability to get lost and losing track of the world was a frequent target of Jiffy's teasing. "We're talking games. Tommy was wondering our favorites."

Kyle nodded a little. His inner ears flushed from missing the conversation... he hadn't even noticed them talking.

"Oh. Easy. Jiffy's is Conker. Mine's Kao." Kyle chuffed, glancing back down to the box he was searching.

"I already told him mine, dork."

"Jiffy?" Tommy asked.

"Nickname. Jeff's my localized name, Jiffy's what friends call me." Jiffy chittered.

"'Cause he has an addiction to nuts." Kyle added, trying to keep up with the conversation. He pulled open the last box, only to pause and look up. Realizing what he had say.

Both Jiffy and Tommy were staring at him, before Tommy looked over at Jiffy.

" Like, you know, actual nuts. Jiffy, Jif peanut butter...?" Kyle said, late and lame.

"Yeah. But you know, I'm gay as can be too." Jiffy proclaimed. After playing straight and hiding for all of summer break, the rodent was eager to be open, loud, and proud.

"That's cool. You two together?" Tommy asked, looking between the small rodent and large marsupial.

Kyle froze. Things were so out of control all of the sudden. Before he could even think of a response, Jiffy cut in.

"Pff, nah. Kyle couldn't afford me. We're more like... best friends. College best friends." Jiffy waved his hand dismissively, digging into the dorm welcome bag to see what else he could find.

It was like ice into Kyle's gut. A sharp, deep pain. Guilt, maybe. Distress, certainly. But Kyle didn't know how to respond, to counter it. He had refused Jiffy's advances before, and was all too happy to have Jiffy around to blow off steam. When the squirrel deserved so much more.

"That's cool. Guess I'll see ya around a lot?" Tommy asked, giving a closed-lip smile at Jiffy. Kyle noted that, at least, Tommy seemed to know how to be polite around small species.

"Probably!" Jiffy squeaked. He pulled out a stack of papers, stapled together, from Kyle's welcome bag, and got to reading.

"So... what's your favorite?" Kyle asked absently, while he resumed sorting through the box.

"Oh, easy. Spyro. That's the first real game I ever played." Tommy quickly responded.

"Neat, so you're into all that dragon stuff?" Kyle automatically replied. Relief flooded the kangaroo as he finally found the remaining computer components and cables.

"I think it's cool... not into the whole... religious thing, but dragons are neat. And Spyro is just a super fun character, regardless of his species." Tommy glanced over to reply, but quickly looked back to his laptop when a notification rang out. He started typing on his laptop. Some messenger service, with how the notification sound rang out over and over.

"Think I've got everything in place, cablemaster." Kyle chuffed, looking over his desk. The surface area was cramped for dual monitors and a set of computer speakers, but it would do.

"Oh... speaking of cables, I was thinking of buying a TV. I usually just play games on my computer monitor, but now that you're a gamer, a TV would be a lot better. You mind?" Tommy asked while typing on his laptop.

Jiffy was halfway across the bed, but froze in his tracks. He stared over at Tommy for a moment, then looked to Kyle, and back. "A television? What games did you bring with you?"

Tommy ignored the rodent for a moment, typing at his laptop again before he paused. He looked over, green eyes fixing on Jiffy.

"Uhm... All sorts. I figure if we're going to do multiplayer stuff it'd probably be Call to Duty, or Battlesite... I have the Left four Death series. And a lot of other games. Lots of Wii games. I play Disk Infinite more than anything, but dad kept the Xbox." Tommy snorted and looked back to his laptop at another notification sound. "I think mom made him so I wouldn't slack in my classes."

Jiffy felt a small wave of relief as the green eyes left him. He scampered the rest of his journey, hopping off the bed and onto the desk.

"Jeeze, I might as well just move in here." He squeaked up to Kyle, grinning, before turning and scooting behind the monitors. "I've got an extra small fur controller back at my dorm. If you're ever down, I'm happy to bring it over." Jiffy replied over the monitors, before squatting and getting the cables plugged in.

"Yeah, I'm down." Tommy mirrored in response, before sitting up and shutting his laptop. He swung his legs off the bed. "The rest of the cats are moved in; I'm going to meet them at the towers. I'll catch you guys later?" Tommy asked, while he pulled on and tied his shoes.

"Yeah, see ya." Kyle chuffed, looking at his phone again. When Tommy's words finally clicked, he looked up to see Tommy almost out the door. "You gonna be back for dinner? Should I wait?"

Tommy stopped at the door, pausing and thinking. "We'll probably get some food, actually. I guess don't worry, and I'll go with you tomorrow?"

"Uhh..." Jiffy stepped out from behind the monitors. "Your guys' welcome package says they want you to do dinner here the first week, for information and meeting your dorm mates... rules and stuff. Didn't you guys read the welcome stuff?"

Kyle and Tommy both looked at Jiffy, then each other.

"I should have thought of that, actually... it's pretty standard for us in the large dorms. Get all that shit out of the way before the semester starts." Kyle added, recalling orientation week last year. Their dorm had gone through the same thing then. Only a year ago, but it felt far more distant.

"Well... Cool, guess I'll see you for dinner. I'll be back around six, if that's cool?"

Kyle gave a thumbs up, eyes back on his phone. He vaguely registered Jiffy hopping off the desk, onto the floor.

"What are the towers?" Kyle asked, distracted by his phone. He was finally texting Margret back. 'All good. Moved in, dad's on his way back. Sorry! Distracted with move in. Drive was... great. Got to talk to dad a lot. Way better than expected! Hope ur good.'

"It's kind of like the trees. You know, where I go to climb out and hang out in the branches?... Just bigger. And less plant like. Carpeted structures they can climb. Felines and other medium furs hang out there. Speaking of!" Jiffy squeaked from beneath the desk, "You could have warned me! A friggin' cat for your roommate? Seriously Kyle. We've talked about this kind of stuff."

Finally, it clicked. The stare earlier, looking to Tommy and back. Kyle's head slumped back and his paw fell into his lap. "Fuck. I'm sorry dude... I don't think about that stuff. I would have warned you if I did, you know that." Kyle looked under the desk as he offered his apologies, only seeing Jiffy move about, pulling cables this way and that, plugging things in.

"It's fine." The rodent paused, tugged on a cable, then nodded. He moved over to the power strip, plugging it in.

Kyle sat back in his chair, defeated. He knew Jiffy wasn't actually pissed at him, but... he knew better. Rodents and felines. He should have warned Jiffy so the squirrel wouldn't be surprised. Or, more appropriately, have that momentary shock and fear from those green cat eyes.

Kyle slumped forward, against the desk, resting his phone atop it. He wasn't in much the mood to unpack further. Once Jiffy was done setting up the desktop, he should spend time with his friend instead. Or so he justified it to himself.

Kyle tapped on the map app of his phone, zooming out once more. Waiting until he saw his father, further down the freeway. The boomer was making good time, and after a moment, it refreshed him further down. All seemed to be going smoothly.

A paw landed on each of Kyle's thighs.

"I know how you can make it up to me." Jiffy squeaked in his best suggestive tone. The squirrel leaned in, nuzzling against the significant bulge between Kyle's thighs. "I... Might have forgot to shower this morning, too." The squirrel cooed up to his crush.

Kyle could only sit there, dumbfounded as he looked down at Jiffy. His little sort-of-beau hadn't ever been so forward before, usually asking over text or shyly messaging over a chat app.

"I uh... haven't gotten laid since we last... you know. You were there." Jiffy was doing his best to smile up at Kyle while he spoke, but the blush in his ears was blatant. Kyle could tell Jiffy was trying to follow what they had talked about over the summer. To be forward, clear, to ask what he wanted for... and Kyle should encourage it. It's everything Kyle had wanted, everything he had asked for.

Just a day prior, Kyle would have been so into it. One day before this, Kyle could have sympathized. Kyle wouldn't have gotten laid since long fling at the end of spring semester that Jiffy was referring to. But the last twenty-four hours had changed that drastically. So much so that Kyle was dumbstruck what to say in return.

Jiffy looked back down, too bashful to maintain eye contact. He licked over the bulge Kyle's bits made in his pants.

"I might have not gotten off in a few days either..." Jiffy continued, "And if your roommate is going to be gone for a few hours..." He trailed off again. Without looking up, Jiffy reached his paws out. His deft fingers and small claws worked so smoothly as they unbuttoned Kyle's pants, then hooked on his zipper and slowly dragged it down.

"Uh... haha. Jerked off in the shower this morning..." was all Kyle could manage. And it wasn't a lie, Kyle insisted to himself. He had jerked off... his father. But it wasn't a lie. Just vagueness. Maybe a lie of omission, but... what else could he say? 'I was bonding with my dad in the shower'?

Jiffy rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Not even surprised. Are all boomers as horny as you?" his tone was mockingly insulted, faux offended. But Jiffy was distracted with what he had revealed now that he had Kyle's pants pulled open. Prominent bulges in Kyle's boxer briefs left little to the imagination. Not that Jiffy needed imagination, being exceptionally familiar with what hid behind the thin, warm cloth.

Kyle's mind was reeling. It wasn't fair, how close Jiffy's naïve words mirrored Rupert's. Exceptionally horny kangaroos. Both Rupert and Nicole alike. How eager Kyle had been to engage, and get off, with his father. How both Rupert and Kyle were horny, eager, lusty boomers.

"I... Don't know. You know I've met like, no other red roos outside my family." Kyle chuffed. Another truth. Kyle hadn't met any other red kangaroos, spare his family. Other macropods, sure. But Kyle continued to dance that line, between truth and omission.

"Fair..." Jiffy squeaked breathily. Far more interested in his actions and what lay before him than the conversation with Kyle. The squirrel pulled Kyle's boxer briefs open and down, past the roo's balls, then past his sheath. Tucking the waistband neatly under, so the boomer's bits were pushed up, prominently displayed.

"I still don't get that smell thing you're into... not really a turn on... but man, I missed your smell. It's like... comforting." The squirrel squeaked, paws slowly exploring up over Kyle's sheath, then to the sack above it. "So big..." He admired, leaning in and nuzzling on Kyle's sack. He kissed one of the heavy orbs within, then the other. His paws meandered down again, taking Kyle's sheath. He squeezed it, then kissed the pink tip of Kyle's peeking shaft.

A rich heat filled Kyle's belly and down between his thighs. The rush of arousal. Despite all he had done with Ru that morning, and the night prior, Kyle's body was eager to get at it again. The 'mmmhh' that Jiffy moaned only turned Kyle on more. The squirrel was kissing against his sheath, tongue wrestling the tip of Kyle's prehensile shaft. Just how much Jiffy loved Kyle's dick, how it was prehensile, and moaned at his taste... Maybe Ru wasn't the only one who got hot off being praised.

Kyle moved his hand down and caressed atop Jiffy's head. The squirrel was eagerly taking in shaft as it pushed free from Kyle's shaft. Jiffy's head tilted diagonally so the shaft avoided Jiffy's large buck teeth. Kyle's fingers traced along the rim of Jiffy's ear, then down along the back. His paw palmed Jiffy's head so easily.

Jiffy's cheeks were starting to bulge with bendy kangaroo shaft when Kyle closed his eyes, his head leaning back. Pleasure flared along his shaft wherever Jiffy's eager tongue traced. The small hands massaging his sack only added to the pleasure. It was impressive how much more skill a smaller set of hands could have. A more targeted pleasure, instead of having his whole sack cupped and squeezed like Rupert's paw would.

Kyle's eyes shot open and he puffed a grunt, looking back down to Jiffy. The squirrel's throat was squeezing and tugging at Kyle's cock tip, his shaft curled back and forth, Jiffy's cheeks bulging impressively. Jiffy had frozen at the puff and Kyle's head snapping back down toward him. Jiffy looked uncertain. Kyle realized the grunt, his size, the powerful claws at the back of Jiffy's head...

"Nothing, just... fuck, you're good at that." Kyle chuckled, his thumb stroking across the top of Jiffy's head. "I didn't want to just... nut right away. Let's uh... move to the bed? If you don't mind. Like you said, we got time...?" Kyle proposed, trying to play it off like that had been the original reason. "Can't let you have all the fun, you know."

Jiffy looked relieved as he slid his muzzle off of Kyle's shaft. More, and more, and more slipped out until finally the tip was freed. Jiffy licked the drooling tip, looking back up with a big smile.

"Yeah... jeeze. I thought I'd got you with my teeth." Jiffy swiped his tongue over Kyle's tip again, smiling brightly up after. "Heck yeah, we can go to the bed. I'm not really... uh... prepped for butt stuff, though."

Kyle's paw released Jiffy's head, moving to his own belly. He gripped his shirt and lifted it up and off, buying a moment to think. Jiffy hadn't been scared of his size, the claws that pressed at his fur, that Kyle could pretty much pop his head off single-pawed. The small squirrel was scared he'd hurt the big kangaroo.

Kyle really had to stop thinking of Jiffy as such a fragile, scared, little thing.

"That's alright..." Kyle chuffed as he tossed the shirt to the floor. "I'm not either... besides, we're going to have to start stretching you out all over again. Don't think we have that much privacy time."

Jiffy got up off his knees, starting to undress himself.

"Yeah, fair. I got to like, finger myself in the shower sometimes, but... definitely no toys back home." As always, Jiffy was done quickly, folding his clothes and setting them in a pile on Kyle's desk. The twitchy, speedy little guy hopping and climbing up onto Kyle's bed just as Kyle was pushing his clothes into a pile with his foot.

"Once I flew out this way I could look at porn again, though. There's even more squirrels and guys my size doing large insertion stuff compared to last year. I saw a squirrel guy riding a huge toy... I know I can do it! I just have to work up to you... then you could go all out! Wreck me!" Jiffy chittered playfully, splaying back spread eagle.

Kyle had seen some of the videos Jiffy was talking about. So far they'd only managed a few inches, even though Kyle was tapered and 'easy' compared to something like an equine dick. He still doubted it would work out... and Kyle leaned bottom anyway. Which he could, and had, managed plenty of times for Jiffy. But the squirrel wasn't quite equipped enough to do much for Kyle. Not like someone the same size or larger than Kyle. Like Ru-

Fuck.

"Maybe if classes don't kick our asses all semester we'll actually get to. Seems Tommy might actually give me some alone time this semester." Kyle chuffed, climbing onto the bed. He gripped Jiffy's sides, lifted, then Kyle flipped onto his back, using his tail to steady himself.

"Yeah, no more between-class quickies-" Squeak! As Jiffy was flipped about. "You're just... too strong, you know that?" he playfully chided, while running his fluffy tail along Kyle's arms.

It added another coal to the heat of Kyle's lust, his power being admired. He knew it was true, even if he wasn't as big or strong as his dad.

"Just lucky with genetics." Kyle chuffed while settling Jiffy to sit on his belly. "And a real handy tail..." Kyle's paw traced down Jiffy's hip, across his butt, making the rodent shiver. A soft squeak followed as Kyle's fingers traced down along Jiffy's tail. It was a warm, silken cloud of fur, kept so pristine and perfect.

"Not nearly as gorgeous..." Kyle cooed, admiring as the fur shined and rippled along his fingers. In a way, Kyle was jealous of the beauty Jiffy held. It seemed more fitting of a bottom, than the masculinity and power Kyle embodied. His fingers slipped free of Jiffy's tail tip. Kyle met Jiffy's eyes again and smiled. "But pretty useful."

Jiffy was a little flustered. He always got that way when Kyle admired his robust fur colors, the softness of it, how pretty and feminine the squirrel seemed.

"Psh... You're just trying to distract me. I know why you set me here." Jiffy accused, sticking his tongue out under his buck teeth.

"Oh?" Kyle failed to suppress a grin, feigning innocence.

Jiffy rolled his eyes in return. He gave in, even if acting like it was such a chore. Jiffy leaned back, resting his hands on Kyle's hips, lifting his legs. Both his now-bare feet hugged around Kyle's muzzle end, toes stroking atop it and over Kyle's nostrils.

"I think the new shoes are keeping them softer, too. Well... that, and lotioning them for some weirdo foot roo." Jiffy commented, trying to get a rise from Kyle.

Kyle certainly did give a rise... but not one of protest. He moaned sweetly, his hands caressing along Jiffy's thighs. Kyle's shaft flexed as he took a deep breath. So very different from Rupert's, but so wonderful all the same.

"They are SO soft... and warm..." Kyle groaned, pressing into the soles. He turned to kiss one, then slowly dragged his tongue from ankle to toes. Experience had taught him to pull his tongue back gently, letting Jiffy's sharp claw tips glide harmlessly along his tongue. Kyle turned, nosing and giving attention to the other paw. He kissed into the sole, sniffed and nuzzled it, guiding Jiffy's feet over his muzzle and face. Even pressing them in, guiding Jiffy to push and grind his foot into Kyle's soft face fur.

"Jeeze... This has got to be some kind of addiction." Jiffy mumbled. It wasn't a turn off, or anything. But it put the squirrel in awe, just how much Kyle loved it. The arousal was infectious, and it did feel kind of hot having his feet kissed and licked. Just the faintest tease of a tickle when whiskers or tongue tip brushed certain places. It felt good enough that Jiffy was hard, fingers tracing lazily up and down his dick.

Kyle ignored the taunting and teasing, in his own happy little world of squirrel paws. He occasionally peeked past the feet, admiring Jiffy's erection. The squirrel was hung for his size. It wasn't too unlike Kyle's, though it was stiff with a slight upward curve. No bendy or prehensile fun like a boomer's shaft.

Another deep sniff, then Kyle chuffed out, "So who's turn is it to get off second? Or you want to try to time it together again?" Kyle asked, muffled by a foot against his lips.

"Mmm... Don't remember. Mind if I do? I was kind of hoping..." Jiffy leaned back as he spoke, until he was eyeing Kyle's shaft upside-down. "That I could take care of this thing... then dock your sheath?" Jiffy looked back to Kyle playful-like, wagging his eyebrows.

"I swear you are a top pretending to be a bottom." Kyle chuffed, rolling his eyes. He gave another lick to Jiffy's foot, then paused. "... Do I get to keep these while you suck?" he chuffed, mouthing on Jiffy's thumb-like toe.

"Sure." Jiffy squeaked with a roll of his eyes, before he rolled over, in a 69-like position, spare their difference in size. "And I do want to be a bottom. Size queen even!... There's just something so hot..." Jiffy reached out, hands taking Kyle's shaft. Amused how the shaft curled against the touch. "About our dicks rubbing together... and my cum getting all over your dick." Jiffy continued, while his paws stroked up and down the sheath fluid and pre-slick shaft.

"Mmh... That is pretty hot..." Kyle agreed, nosing to the soles presented to him. Jiffy's feet were laid out behind him, heels pointed up, the tops of his feet against Kyle's chest. It was far less ideal position to savor the paws, but far better than no feet at all.

A groan escaped Kyle as the stroking paws were joined by a hungry, hot muzzle wrapping over his tip. Kyle mouthed on one of Jiffy's upturned ankles while his paws moved to the squirrel's ass, the other paw at jiffy's tail base and stroking toward his shoulders.

"Take it easy... or you'll get your nut real fast." Kyle groaned, lifting his muzzle from the feet. He laid his head back on the bed, closing his eyes. How was he this close already, after getting off twice recently.

Because Jiffy was a quick study. And the squirrel knew Kyle's buttons better than Kyle himself did.

"Mmmm." was the extent of Jiffy's response. The squirrel kept at it, his paws squeezing tighter on the pink shaft. He sunk his muzzle down further, with Kyle's tip deep in his mouth.

A pretty clear answer to Kyle's warning. Kyle moved his lips back to Jiffy's feet, getting in his kisses, licks and sniffs while he could. The rich, vaguely nutty scent and taste, the saltiness sparking across Kyle's tongue, even after all the previous licks.

Kyle lifted one of Jiffy's feet, making Jiffy bend his knee. Kyle engulfed a couple of Jiffy's toes, sucking on them, tongue swirling around and between the toes. His other paw patted Jiffy's butt, then gripped one cheek and squeezed.

"Mmmh! Mmmh, mmmh...." Kyle grunted, over and over, as he was expertly milked into Jiffy's muzzle. He felt seed rush through his shaft, pooling in Jiffy's muzzle, his shaft soaking in his own hot seed.

Kyle's grunting and puffing tapered off with his orgasm, the dregs of seed dribbling out his lazily-flexing shaft. Jiffy gave a last few strokes, squeezing base to tip, encouraging the seed out.

Kyle could see Jiffy's bulging cheeks from behind. It had been hilarious the first few... dozen... times or so. The squirrel couldn't swallow fast enough to take the load; attempts had ended in coughing and a cummy mess. But those cheek pouches sure held a lot. And they were now steadily shrinking, a tiny 'ulp' accompanying each.

"Mmm... missed that too." Jiffy chuffed, licking his lips. "Nothing like a nice hot load of roo goo warming up my tummy. And the pillow to savor it on!" Jiffy chittered, resting his head down atop Kyle's sack, between the two balls it held.

"Just like the tail... roos are functional." Kyle chuffed, chuckling. His paws started to massage and spread Jiffy's ass cheeks, letting Kyle peek the pale pucker under Jiffy's enormous, puffy tail.

"Mmmhmm." Jiffy mumbled lazily, only to perk his ears and squeak in offense. "My metabolism is crazy, you know that. I could probably have another pizza already. If I wasn't packed full of boomer juice."

"Ugh, I hate that one. It sounds like I took a leak in you." Kyle grunted, muzzle wrinkled.

Jiffy snickered, lazily, slowly, twisting and turning over so he could face Kyle easier.

"It's the slang we use back home. The milk or cream thing doesn't get used over there... just dude juice." Jiffy retorted, slowly sitting back up atop Kyle's belly.

Kyle protested with a chuff, "You speak Shared Tongue back home and here, it shouldn't be that different."

Jiffy snorted and laughed. He leaned forward, hands resting on Kyle's chest and bracing him to lean forward and bump nose-to-nose.

"Idioms are regional, dork. Besides, we speak squeak and Shared Tongue interchangeably."

Kyle winced, then flopped his head back, chuffing. "Fuck... I forgot. I slipped up and called Macropod 'chatter' in front of my dad. He didn't show it, but I know that shit hurts him."

Jiffy grunted, wincing a well. "Ugh... I'm sorry. Dad would skin me alive if he heard me call Sciurid 'squeak'. At least your dad's cool enough to let it slide."

Kyle shook his head. No, no more Rupert.

"Sorry, post-nut brain... I forgot we still have some work to do." Flashing his best horny and eager smile, Kyle leaned up and pushed Jiffy to move back a bit. "Can't have you getting your sheath fluids up in my sheath, after all..." Kyle teased as he pressed his muzzle to Jiffy's groin, taking a sniff before dragging his tongue up the squirrel's sack, sheath, and shaft.

"Pff, you knooo... oohhhh..." Jiffy's hands gripped onto Kyle's ears, his tail going erect and puffing up when his entire basket got a long, loving lick. "Know that sheath fluid swap thing is bs... You're just a sniff slut."

"Sniff" Kyle chuffed, taking another, "AND taste slut, thank you." He dragged his tongue again, curling the tip to get from Jiffy's taint all the way up to his belly, drawing another groan from his fuck buddy.

"Mmmhmmm..." Jiffy managed to get out before another lick made him groan, biting down on his lip to keep from getting too loud.

"I missed your smell and taste too..." Kyle chuffed, his ears warming under Jiffy's hands. The squirrel resisted commenting, instead basking in the rarely shared romantic affection from Kyle. Another lick made him shudder, then tug on Kyle's ears.

"Keep that up and I won't make it to your sheath."

"Tempting." Kyle chuffed in response, but relented. He nosed up along Jiffy's belly and chest, through the rich rust-orange fur. His hands stroked up Jiffy's thighs, to his sides. Their muzzles brushed together and pressed into a kiss. Kyle always felt awkward kissing Jiffy. Jiffy's small size made it feel so weird, kind of wrong, and their differences in muzzle anatomy made it hard. And always felt weird when Kyle's tongue brushed over Jiffy's buck teeth. It paled in comparison to the deep, muzzle-locking kiss that...

Fuck.

Kyle broke the kiss, doing his best to keep his smile up, to hide his inner struggle.

"You want me to sit at the edge of the bed, or...?"

Jiffy was quick to shake his head, scooting back from Kyle on his knees.

"Nah, this is good. I kind of like doing it missionary style... so long as you don't go sticking those gross feet in my face." Jiffy squeaked, sticking his tongue out. He patted Kyle's thighs, then tugged upward behind his knees. Kyle lifted his legs, resting his knees over Jiffy's shoulders. The hoppers were still achy, and supporting their weight- Kyle didn't want to squish Jiffy, after all- brought a burn of protest to his thighs.

Jiffy knee-walked forward until his thighs pressed to the back of Kyle's. A hand pushed down atop his sheath, pointing his erection down at Kyle's sheath. The stiff, tapered shaft sunk into Kyle's sheath as Jiffy leaned forward and pushed with his hips. Mutual groans and grunts of pleasure sounded from both; due to the slick heat on Jiffy's part, and the stimulation to his inner sheath and shaft on Kyle's part. The sensitivity of Kyle's inner sheath was something he had come to appreciate a lot since his time with Chase. Not nearly as good as getting it under his tail, but still a pleasurable way to get a dude off. And, best of all, there was far less prep than anal sex.

Jiffy's paw rested on Kyle's chest, steadying himself to pull his hips back, and thrust in again. Kyle puffed out his nostrils, eyes closing. He had to focus to not get too hard and push Jiffy out. His shaft was far less prehensile when flaccid, but he still had enough control to swirl his tip around the thrusting shaft.

"Holy... crap I love your dick..." Jiffy groaned amid eager, rapid thrusts. Kyle grinned, licking his lips. Then he grunted, realizing his shaft was plumping up from the mix of Jiffy's shaft rubbing around and the pleasure of Jiffy's praise.

"Mmph... Sorry... I'm just about..." Jiffy grunted, his hips thrusting even faster.

Kyle puffed in relief, Jiffy would get off before Kyle pushed him out. "Do it... nice and deep in there." Kyle chuffed. He curled his tip around Jiffy's shaft, squeezing, so Jiffy was thrusting into his sheath and through the grip of his dick.

Jiffy moaned, then chittered Sciurid Kyle couldn't understand. The squirrel shuddered. He let Kyle's legs slip off his shoulders, allowing the squirrel to flop forward and squeeze against Kyle's chest. He squeaked and whimpered as he came, hips pressed flush to Kyle's groin. Kyle wrapped his arms around Jiffy, holding the shivering rodent close while shot after shot of squirrel cum filled his deep sheath and oozed over his dick.

The air was full of soft panting, grunting, and chitters as the two furs held close to one another. Basking in the wonderful, messy feeling of cum coated shafts gently grinding over each other and blissful afterglow.

"You're awesome." Jiffy puffed, rubbing his face into the fur on Kyle's chest.

"You too." Kyle chattered quietly. He kissed atop Jiffy's head, squeezing the smaller fur tighter for a moment. Then they lay there, savoring one another.

Over time, Jiffy went soft and slipped back into his own sheath. They adjusted and shifted on the bed until they were both on their sides, Kyle the big spoon, his arm draped over Jiffy's front and slowly stroking through the orange fur he adored so much.

"So... is it a new dude? Or like, random hook up?" Jiffy turned his head a little, peeking back at Kyle. "This won't get you in trouble, right?"

Kyle's veins ran cold, an immense weight sinking into his stomach. His fuck buddy- and best friend- was asking about Kyle hooking up with his dad.

"... You didn't respond when I said I hadn't got laid since we last did it, and... well, your face was guilty as hell." Jiffy grinned, worming his way onto his back, so Kyle was spooned to his side.

"... You're way too observant." Kyle grumbled, avoiding Jiffy's gaze.

The squirrel snorted and rolled his eyes, "Yes, I am, but a blind mole all the way back home picked it up. You weren't exactly subtle."

Kyle sighed and lowered his head, resting forehead to Jiffy's shoulder. His tail curled up closer, brushing against Jiffy's. Kyle's mind raced, but it was racing nowhere. Just flailing at incredible speeds.

After the silence grew longer and longer, Jiffy squeaked, "You don't have to tell me. You know you and I aren't like that." A hint of fear and concern in Jiffy's high-pitched voice.

"No, no... it's not like that." Kyle mumbled. He lifted his head, finally meeting the squirrel's eyes. "It's... no, I won't get in trouble. It's not a random hookup, but like... I guess it's a dude. But it's like..." like what. Kyle's mind continued flailing. "It's not a relationship? Like, the dude told me specifically to go find someone I want to be with. It was basically pity sex, I guess... dude will never be romantic with me. Made that real clear."

Jiffy nodded absently. "So... you're into him, but he's not into you?"

The question gave Kyle pause. Something in his head finally found traction. Was he into his dad?... yes. Hot as hell on him. But...

"No." Kyle finally answered, fully honest for once. "I mean... hot as hell and stuff. But I'm not like... in love with him that way. I don't really want that kind of relationship with him either."

Saying it out loud, and realizing that was the truth, brought some sense of ease to Kyle. Really, it was exactly what he wanted. The best situation possible. Kyle had a pass to indulge his hots for Rupert, and he'd always love his dad, but Kyle did want his own relationship. His own person to be with forever.

The only downside was that Kyle certainly couldn't be doing his dad once he was in a committed relationship.

"Huh. Well, guess that works great then. I'm glad it's alright, I was... sort of panicking after we finished that I might have ruined something." Jiffy squeaked meekly.

Kyle quickly shook his head, "Nah dude. Nothing bad at all. Sorry to like... be all weird about it. I should have told you... not really doing that healthy sexual discourse thing well, huh."

Jiffy rolled his eyes, "Dude, they are so crazy about that... don't worry, I won't report you to the gay police." Jiffy grinned, then nestled back against Kyle. "I'm real glad it's okay to still... y'know. Do stuff. And that you want to with me. You're the best, big boomer." Jiffy quietly chittered.

"Mmm..." Kyle wanted to protest, but knew better than to argue with Jiffy. "You too, ya little nut." Kyle chuffed, his hand starting to lazily stroke over Jiffy's belly. They held close, fur on fur, reveling in one another's presence after the long summer apart.