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Toby Kat

Lincoln, Nebraska

There really wasn't much to tell about our trip back. Craig decided to stop by his aunt's house on the way out of town, so that he could keep the visit short if needed, using our untimed appointment with Detective Holcolmbe in Cedar as an excuse. It turned out it was a happier reunion than he had expected. When we got there, he was absolutely mobbed by young foxen. There were only three, I think, but it felt more like ten. And he actually had a good visit with his mom and aunt, too, while I tried to keep the kits busy so they could do so. They never. Stopped. Moving.

One thing for sure, I am not interested in having a whole litter someday. Even if it does become possible somehow between me and Craig. Maybe one, or at least one at a time and put some years between them. But possibility has to come first.

The second statement in Cedar was done much faster. Detective Holcolmbe did it directly in his offices. He used the interrogation room, so that he could use the recording equipment already set up. He was very apologetic for the environment, and did his best to keep it friendly, since we were in a space usually reserved for suspects and criminals. But where Craig was hesitant in the courtroom, here he was different. Determined would be a good word. And I could feel the anger. I had to stay behind the mirror in the observation area, so I couldn't hold his hand. But I thought if I were in there, he might squeeze my paw enough to hurt.

Still, I liked seeing this change in him. He had found some strength in the idea that his dad was endangering his mom. And the visit earlier in the day helped him with that. He wasn't ready to outright forgive her, but I could see it. He is a momma's boy.

And that makes me love him even more.

But before long he had made his statement and the Detective had asked the questions he needed, and we were back on the road. We probably weren't going to get very far today. I planned on stopping near Grand Junction again. It was a beautiful drive, especially as the sun got low and turned all the snow a blazing vermillion. That happened right about as we pulled in at the same LaQuinta where we had stopped all those months ago. Neither of us was feeling too nostalgic, so we just relaxed in a hot bath, then went to bed, with me as the big spoon, curled up around my fox.

But Saurday was a new day, and the sun shone blinding bright as we hit the road again. The dazzling light on the snow made us both feel refreshed and alive. Traffic was good and we were on the downhill side of the Continental Divide before long, with the plains opening up beyond Denver in the distance. Of course, the sun was already behind us by time we passed through the city, and it was easy going once we reached the plains, up I-76 to I-80, and across to Lincoln and our home.

We crossed a time zone and with the winter sun, it was dark already by time we arrived in Lincoln, but there was a note on the door welcoming us and to call Michelle when we arrived, and not to worry if it was late.

"I'll get the luggage in, you call Michelle," I said to Craig, scooping up a duffle.

"I have a better idea, Tig'. We both get some of the luggage in, and I'll call her on speaker phone," he replied, grabbing one of the other bags and fishing his phone out of his coat pocket.

"That works," I nodded. He connected the call as he set his bag down, and adjusted the volume when she answered, <hello?>

"Hey, Michelle," called Craig, heading back to the hall to grab another bag and bring it over the threshold. "We're back!"

<Great! Let me put you on speaker...> there was a pause, and we could hear her murmuring in the background as we both shuffled bags inside our apartment. <OK! Jack is here, too.>

<Hi, guys! How was your trip?> the bull's deep voice boomed even over the phone.

"It was great!" Craig answered.

"We did so much! Can't wait to tell you all about it."

"Stu broke his leg skiing,"

"He's our boyfriend, now,"

"We stood up to my dad,"

"And Cthulhu invaded our home,"

"Oh, and if you've never met Toby's brother, he really does look EXACTLY like him."

<Well,> said Michelle. <You definitely were busy! Have you eaten, yet?>

I looked at Craig, neither of us was feeling particularly hungry yet because to us, it was an hour earlier. He shrugged.

"We could eat, but we haven't yet."

<Come on over, then,> invited Jack. <The gang will be by in a little bit, and we were hoping you'd be back in time.>

Craig looked at me, this time, and I nodded. "Sure, we'll be there in a little bit," he said.

"Just give us a minute to open a couple bags." Harper is smart; she figured out a way to pack so that things that go in dressers can be pulled straight out of the bag and set into a drawer. Unloading the main bags only took a few seconds. We decided to deal with things that needed hangars and equipment later, and set them in the office - that is, the bedroom where we moved the desks, and Craig's dresser. But it didn't take more than a couple minutes before we were heading across to Jack and Michelle's building, across the parking lot. We followed Tiffany and Charles up the stairs, and the door was open when we got to our friend's apartment where Roger had just arrived. The smell of cooking cumin, garlic, and onions was heavy in the air.

"Hey, guys! Come on in," called Jack from behind the counter. Michelle ran up and hugged everyone, then saw us all to seats and provided cold water bottles, then we started sharing stories of our holidays. Everyone had at least a little adventure and something to share. Charles and Tiffany stayed at their brother's farm with the lake, where Tiffany taught Charles how to ice skate, since the wind polished the ice smooth. Jack got a promotion and Michelle started a new ministry position. And Roger flew down to Mazatlan. But everyone turned to Craig to listen to what happened with his family, and made encouraging noises for the latest developments with his mom, and for standing up to his dad.

The others had been back for a day or two and were better rested, so we excused ourselves after dinner and left them to game time, deciding to turn in early. Craig collapsed into our bed without turning the covers down, while I stopped at my dresser and tossed my socks, shrit and trousers into the hamper.

"It's good to be home, Tig'."

I looked over my shoulder at him. "Yeah, it is. It's funny; I still feel totally comfortable, still, at my parents' house, but it's not MY house anymore."

"They do make a comfortable den."

"Yes, and it was great having you there again, too. And this time, that they accepted you with the full knowledge of who you are."

"It meant a lot to me," my fox sniffled.

"I'm sorry we couldn't do the same at your house. I like your mom." I patted his rump and he made space, so I could sit next to him on the bed, facing him.

"She's alright."

"And you don't have to go any farther than that for me. I can see you love her, but I also know it will take time to heal that relationship," I put my paw on his chest. "Follow this, and let it guide you."

"How about I follow this one," he said, putting his paw over my heart.

"Well, you can try, but you can't hear it as well as your own," I took his paw and kissed it. He curled his fingers over my nose and I nuzzled his palm.

"Well, I can hear it right now, and it's saying 'Make love to me.'"

I grin at him. "That it is. But we gotta fix a few things, first." I tug his shirt out of his belt and he sits up so that I can take it off, tossing it against my dresser. His trousers go next, and since I'm on a roll, I also pull off his briefs, leaving him naked except for his socks, which he deals with himself while I take off my boxers, and get back in bed, straddling him, my sheath to his. Both of us are showing lipstick, and we grind together as I lean down and kiss him. "Much better," I whisper in his ear. He wraps his legs around me and rolls both of us onto our sides as we kiss and explore each other's bodies with our paws.

Finally, his paw settles on my rump, and draws me closer. Both of us are hard and dripping pre. He surprises me as we usually go for oral first, but today he gets on his knees, facing away from me, and presents his rump, tail high. "When's the last time you topped me, hon."

"It's been a while. We've been having Stu in the middle a lot."

"Do it now, then."

I didn't need any encouragement. I reached into a drawer under the bed and pulled out a tube of Astroglide, squeezing it directly on my shaft. "Hooo, that's a bit chilly."

"Is it?"

I squeezed some onto his pucker.

"Yee gads!"

"Lemme warm it up for you," I offer, and shove the head of my dick into his hole in one well-practiced motion. I'm surprised how easy it is, as he's a little tight today. It has been a few days, hasn't it? I stop there and savor the feeling of being connected again. He rubs his tail on my chest, and I scratch my fingertips through the fur on his thighs. Finally, I push farther in and lean down, my chest to his back, and blow on the guard hairs on the end of his ear, grinning as it twitches involuntarily.

"You play dirty," he complains.

"You like it," I chuckle.

"I do, but only because it's you, my stripey hunk."

Wrapping his arms around his chest, I flop back so that he's now on top, but I'm still plugged in to his ass, and begin to pump my hips, taking him from below. He moans, then begins to grunt in time with me. His paws pull the comforter up, and his tail wags next to my cock and between our legs.

This goes on for a while without changing positions. I can tell by Craig's moaning that this is exactly what he wants right now, and making him happy is turning me on even more. I can feel his rectum resisting each time I pull out, my spiked cock dragging against his insides, then I push in until I feel his wall again. The angle guarantees I'm hitting his prostate, too, and it throbs each time I pass over it.

I drop one paw to his shaft, but he says, "No, you don't need that. You're getting it from inside." So I put my paw back on his hip and sure enough, in about another thirty seconds, he grunts louder and louder... "Oh, oh, hah, fuck me... I'm coming!" and he coats his stomach with it. As his insides clamp down on me, I get in a few more strokes and do the same deep inside of him. I get as much out as I can before I relent and lay still beneath him, both of our paws idly rubbing his seed into his belly fur, then as if with the same thought, we each clean our palms with our tongues.

"I'm really proud to be your boyfriend," I tell him. "And I'm proud of you for all that you've done since I met you."

"Thanks, Tig'. I can do it because you're my boyfriend. Your love gives me strength."

"I'm so glad I stopped for you that day in Kearney."

"Me, too."

We lay there for a while, until I slide out of him and his belly is wet and cold.

"Shower?" A nod. "Shower."

We carefully get up and head in to clean up. It's a tender shower, and we pay attention and clean each other's fur, but we don't have sex again. Before long, we're dried out and spooned in our bed again. This time, we're under the covers, but still completely naked, intertwined, and dozing off.

"Happy solstice, Craig. I love you with all my heart."

"Happy solstice, Toby. I love you even more."

And then we're asleep.