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Micha didn't miss the dry heat of the desert, and the dingy bedroom of the trailer he and Jeremy were attempting to hotbox in celebration of the bat's return wasn't much better.

But at least he was high.

"Man, I missed this shit dude! All of us gettin' high and just shootin' the shit..." Jeremy gave him a smirk, his eyes getting redder by the minute.

Micha looked around the room, the two of them alone sitting on a carpeted floor by a sheetless mattress. Heather hadn't responded to his calls and Clint said he had some 'business' to take care of, whatever that meant. Clint had definitely seen better days.

Jeremy on the other hand, seemed to be thriving in his own way, content as the drug dealer of a dying town. Though he dabbled in harder stuff, weed was the general drug of choice for Jeremy, something Micha was grateful for. He really didn't need to end his first two days back in Echo with an acid trip. Weed was good. Agreeable.

"Yeah...And it's almost like nothin's changed." He took the joint from Jeremy's fingers in his own, putting it to his mouth and taking a nice, long drag.

"Clint, though..." Micha started. What does he say about Clint? He and the fox were really tight when he'd left, and they still seemed pretty close. But the ringtail seemed really erratic and scatterbrained when Micha had come back.

"Is he doin' alright?"

Jeremy shifted, an uneasy look on his face. He was silent, letting the bats words linger in the air and Micha could tell it wasn't something Jeremy was comfortable talking about. He hopes it doesn't have to do with that psychotic bear.

"Hey, you've got a lot of tattoos since I last saw you." The fox broke the tension, poking at Micha's upper arm.

"Oh, yeah. I was kinda like...I knew a lot of tattoo guys, I guess. They let me do some of my own, even! Look at this shit." He pointed to his opposite shoulder at a crudely inked spider, mostly just legs. Poorly drawn lines that met in the middle. It didn't even look like a spider, really.

"Wow. That's uh..."

"Yeah yeah, it's shit, I know. The rest are a lot better." He shrugs off his tanktop and starts pointing to different tattoos and symbols placed over his body. A flaming skull, a biohazard symbol, a bat with its wings outstretched.

"Dude, that one's so like...meta."

"What?"

"Meta, because its like, you're a bat. And you have wings. But you got it tattooed on you."

"So that makes it meta? What's that mean?" Micha tilts his head.

"Just...it's like..." Jeremy can't finish his sentence, bursting into a fit of giggles. They're contagious. Micha feels alright. Even if Clint and Heather aren't around right now, it's good to know Jeremy was still the same asshole stoner he was when he left.

He takes another puff, letting the drug relax him, the scent of the smoke hanging thick in the air.

"Fffuuuck this heat, man." Jeremy reaches down to pull off his shirt, revealing his body's tan fur and portly shape. Micha was never enamored with Jeremy's physique, but his slight chunkiness was something he found, dare he say, cute. He'd never act on it though. He didn't want any of his old friends to figure out he was gay. Who knows how badly they'd mock him, shun him? It would be his parents all over again. He could never let any of them know. He brought his gaze away from his friends belly as the shirt lifted over his head.

"You don't got it too bad, with the short fur. Me, I'm a little fluffy, bro." He pats his chest, giving his fur a quick ruffle. His belly jiggles a little bit. Micha tries not to gawk.

"I believe it."

"Guess they call it hot boxing for a reason, ehh?" The fox snickers at his own joke.

"Shut the hell up, Jeremy."

They pass the joint back and forth a few times before Micha figures he'd just roll his own. Probably get the room filled quicker that way. Plus, he didn't care if he ended up high out of his mind tonight. It had been some time since he'd reached cloud nine. And after a while, it felt like he was getting there. But it was Jeremy who cut his ascension short when he punched him on the shoulder playfully. He was holding his phone in one hand.

"Hey, wanna watch some porn?"

"What?" Jeremy was not someone he pegged for being comfortable with a group jerk-off session.

"Just like, watch some porn with me. We can jerk off together." And yet, here he is, asking the bat to shed some clothes and beat it with him in tandem.

"What are you, a fag?" The fox laughed harshly in response.

"Dude, c'mon. Me and Clint do it all the time. It's not gay unless the balls touch anyways." Yet another thing Micha didn't expect. Figures it's hard to get your rocks off around here.

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, as long as the dicks are apart then-"

"No you idiot, I meant you and Clint jerking off together."

"Is someone jealous?" The fox says it smugly.

"NO one is jealous! Just pull up the fucking video."

"Alright, what do you wanna watch? I get shit for service out here so I got it all saved inside." He taps on the phone.

"I don't care man." Micha was still trying to figure out how seriously he should be navigating this situation. They were both already pretty stoned. Maybe Jeremy just likes to do it when he's high? Any kind of stuff like this was better with a bit of weed.

"Really? I got a whole treasure trove of ladies in here, sure you don't wanna take your pick?"

Micha nodded his head to say 'no'.

"Right then. How 'bout..."

Micha watched Jeremy tap on his phone for a minute before settling on something and putting it in front of them, the phone balancing on a small stand. It was comically small to actually try and watch, and Micha found himself watching Jeremy instead. The fox reached down to his shorts and pulled them down, comfortable with his bare ass on the carpet. He didn't notice Micha staring as he tugged his sheath from out of his boxers. It was tan and plump, just like the rest of him, a hint of his red rocket poking out from the top. He started to play with himself, trying to coax his meat further out.

"You gonna just watch? Don't let me be the only one in here with my dick out!"

Micha felt hot in the cheeks. He took another puff and then placed the joint on the mattress behind them. 'Who knew Jeremy would ever be so open about this stuff?'

Micha tugged the elastic waistband of his shorts down and moved his jockstrap aside, letting his semi-erect dick free. News to Jeremy, Micha had acquired a Prince Albert, the metal arch hard to ignore jutting out from the tip of his dick.

"Whoa! Doesn't that hurt?" Now it was Jeremy peering over at his junk.

"Yeah, like a motherfucker when you first get it, but it heals within a few weeks. It's part of me now."

"Why get it then? Just get a normal piercing. On like, your ears. Why make your dick hurt like that for a month?" Jeremy sounded incredulous, but he was clearly curious.

"The bitches love the way it feels inside 'em, dude." A bald-faced lie - Micha couldn't top a pizza with his fists full of mozzarella and pepperoni. He'd been coerced into getting one by one of his roommates, but that was a whole other situation.

"I'm gonna touch it." Jeremy reached out with one paw and poked at the Prince Albert with a childlike glee. Though surprised at the turn of events, Micha could see where this was all headed. He still played stupid.

"You sure you're not a fag?" He raised his brows as Jeremy leaned over and started to stroke his length casually. The fox was really nonchalant about the whole thing, which was keeping Micha a bit flustered.

"I'm not a fag! Remember? The balls aren't touching, it's not gay, alright?"

'Whatever lets you sleep at night.'

Jeremy was right up against the bat now, and through the haze of weed he could smell Jeremy's scent - the sweaty musk of someone who could probably benefit from a shower. Thankfully their hotboxing was effective enough to just about drown it out.

"Clint doesn't believe me. He got upset when I tried to do it." His pawpads were slick with spit, and the foxes digits ran up and down Micha's pole smoothly. They squeezed rhythmically, not too tight but with enough pressure to keep Micha on edge. Every now and then they would focus on the piercing, which was a weird (but good) sensation to Micha. Most people didn't usually play with it.

"Well maybe you should just respect his boundaries and shit." Was this really happening? He hadn't even seen what was on the phone's screen. Jeremy was watching it furiously, though, doing that work for both of them. On that note...

Micha's hand reached under Jeremy's arm to the foxes dick, pushing his own self-pleasuring hand out of the way. He couldn't get a look at it but he could tell Jeremy was getting hard too. The smooth flesh ran over his hand, his cock also wet with spit. He felt Jeremy rumble and sigh in relaxation.

"Just...feels better when someone else's doing it." Micha grunted in response. The two of them had started to get a rhythm going, and the bat took the opportunity to look at what Jeremy was watching. It was some red fox chick getting railed from both ends - a big, grey wolf making sure his rod was being sucked, and a buff cougar just absolutely railing her from behind. She was on her hands and knees, her entire body rocking from the two men inside her.

"Dude, this is like, the gayest straight porn you can watch. You sure you aren't a fag?" Micha teased a little more, his stroking hand rubbing the head of Jeremy's cock.

"I told you bro, it's not gay unless the balls touch. Their balls aren't touching, our balls aren't touching, we're safe, dude. Shit, look at her mouth..."

Jeremy looked back at the screen to see the fox deepthroating the big wolf on screen, knot and all. She was making these moaning and choking sounds. Not a particularly attractive noise. Jeremy seemed to be fully erect now, and though he wasn't that long his member did have a bit of girth to it.

"So it's only gay if the balls touch?" Micha asked cautiously.

"Yeah."

"What if you sucked my dick?" He figured that might unease Jeremy, but he continued to be nonchalant about it all.

"Well that's not gay either. But I'm not a bitch." Jeremy retorts.

"So sucking dick makes you a bitch, but not gay."

"Yeah." Micha paused and turned to face him.

"Why do you sound like your views on gays come from prison?"

"Listen man, this is just what Duke told me, okay?"

'Ugh, that creep still hangs around them?'

"Wait, don't tell me you do this with Duke."

"What!? No, that'd be fuckin' weird, man. Just chill out, alright?" Jeremy had been picking up the pace, excited from watching the wolf thrust into her muzzle with an increasing ferocity. Micha was busy weighing his options. He could play this straight, just a couple bros giving each other handies, or he could up the ante and get his tongue busy. According to the fox that'd make him a bitch, but it's not like they didn't call him a bitch all the time when they were kids. What was one more to add to the pile?

"Yeah, fuckin' come down her throat..." Jeremy was gettin' really into the pixels on the screen, deep breaths and all. But the bat had other ideas grounded in reality. He took his hand away from his friend's dick, wing retreating suddenly.

"Hey." He turns to face Jeremy.

"Aw, why'd you stop?"

"You've gotten sucked off by like a dozen chicks. Right?"

"Hell yeah." Jeremy nods proudly.

"You ever get one from a guy?"

"...No."

"Wanna see what it's like?" Jeremy raised his eyebrows, then looked off to the side.

"Uh..maybe." That was enough for the bat.

"C'mon, get on the mattress."

They shifted around and Micha sat down on the dingy mattress. Jeremy took the joint and laid out on his back, his tail flat between his legs. Micha finally was able to get a good look at his dick. It was perfect. A bright red, thick cock was now inches from his face, a pair of plump fuzzy balls beneath them. So close to his crotch, Micha caught a whiff of his musk and it made his brain buzz. He was really about to suck off his old friend in this hotboxed bedroom of an abandoned trailer, huh?

"You really gonna do it?"

"Jer...Who better to suck off a dude, than another dude?" He grinned, trying not to show off his teeth too much.

After admiring the scenario for a moment, he got to work. He started teasingly slow, polishing the head of the dick for a few seconds, then bobbed his head further down until he reached the hilt. The width filled out his muzzle and he let out a low groan, the vibrations felt by Jeremy. Then he slowly lifted his head back up, tongue dancing, swirling around his member.

"Holy shit! Keep doin' that."

That was all the praise he needed from the fox to repeat the process, this time a little faster. In their hurry, Jeremy had neglected to bring the phone up onto the mattress with them and now all he could hear was someone climaxing through tinny speakers. He wanted to watch that while he got the blowie, but now he was stuck watching Micha stuff his face full of cock. His cock. That little slut. The bat was focused on his mission, one hand teasing the base of Jeremy's dick while his mouth worked over the rest.

He felt Jeremy's paw plop down on his head. It wasn't forceful, but it was there, ruffling his hair. He looked up for a moment, his eyes meeting Jeremy's. The fox gave him a smirk that he could just make out over his belly, and Micha felt his cheeks get hot again. 'God damn it. Out of everyone, Jeremy?'

Jeremy had already been excited before the blowjob, and he could feel himself getting close.

"Micha...I think I'm gonna..."

'No. No fuckin way, it's been like, a minute tops.' He pushes back against the paw on his head and takes his mouth off of the cock.

"What the fuck, dude?" Jeremy looked irate, but Micha ignored it. The bat was shifting his hands around.

"Quiet. You're gonna like this."

"I dunno man, that was pretty fucking good until you- gaAHH!"

Micha had put one finger up the foxes hole, and his reaction was overblown surprise.

"Dude, calm down! It's one finger."

"One finger too many, motherfucker!"

Jeremy didn't really move, though. The look on his face was one of utter confusion, but he didn't try to shy away. He just looked down at the bat. Micha thought back to his comments about respecting boundaries, pushing that finger a bit further inwards. 'Once I find it, though...'

He pushed up against something inside of Jeremy and the fox made a new noise.

"The hell was that!?" A foreign sensation made its way through Jeremy.

"Your prostate, bro." Micha curled his fingers a few more times, all the while Jeremy struggled to keep a straight face.

"Ahh shit! Nothin's supposed to go up there, man. It feels so weird..." He relaxed a little, closing his eyes.

"Ha, just you wait."

The bat leaned down back to Jeremy's rod, licking the precum off the tip.

"M-Micha...Keep doing that."

Words of praise spurred him into action once more, licking up and down the foxes member like it was a cherry red popsicle. All the while he managed to slip another finger in, occasionally pushing the right buttons to get Jeremy to gasp. He was starting to sound like the vixen in the porn clip.

Jeremy grasped at imaginary bedsheets as the bat kept himself busy. The arm holding him steady was also the one fingerfucking his friend, and the other occasionally stroked at his own dick. His mouth had gone back to bobbing up and down on Jeremy's full length. Thankfully it was short enough for Micha to reach the hilt with ease, and in those moments he could feel Jeremy shiver as he stimulated him with his fingers in tandem. The fox was leaking more, and suddenly the paw from before came back on his head.

"Don't stop this time." Jeremy grabbed his hair this time around and started forcing the bat down on his rod rhythmically. He was able to keep the pace though, and he could hear Jeremy grunting louder and louder. He was gonna swallow whether he wanted to or not. Between the new stimulation in his rear and the bat's warm, wet mouth, he was reaching a sensory overload he'd never felt before. Without warning, the fox let out a long yelp.

Micha's head was forced down to the foxes crotch, the musk mixing with the marijuana scent. Fluid fills his maw, bitter and sharp. He grimaces but swallows it down, not trying to fight the hand tightly gripping and holding him to the foxes sweaty crotch. Micha couldn't help but snort and grunt as Jeremy emptied his load into his maw. As arc after arc shot into him, the paw on his head eased up and Jeremy's shouts of pleasure turned into content sighs.

When Jeremy finally seemed done, Micha lifted his head up, excess drool and cum hanging from his maw. He shifted himself upward until his face was looking down at the foxes.

"Would it kill you to eat some fruit, bitch? Ever hear of pineapple? You taste like fuckin' road tar. "

"Sorry Micha, didn't know I was getting sucked off by a fuckin' cum professional or something." Micha didn't look amused. He just leaned down, using Jeremy's chest and belly as a pillow.

"...Thanks." Jeremy said it quietly, blushing, but Micha wouldn't have noticed that. The bat just tried to focus on his high.

"You're welcome, bitch." He sprawled his wings out, inadvertently acting as a blanket for his friend. He stayed like that for a minute, letting his arms un-cramp until he realized he still had his own unmet needs.

"So would you wanna..." MIcha lifted his head up, but predictably Jeremy had fallen asleep. _'Post-nut naptime, I guess.'_Alone with his thoughts, Micha wondered if Jeremy would ever acknowledge this happening. Probably only ever happened when he was high. Did he even want to have that kind of relationship with Jeremy? Sure, he was still the goofy asshole from before, but things felt a lot different now then they did years ago. The alley reeked of a certain desperation that he was all too familiar with while he was on his own. He had come back to get away from that for a while.

Eventually all those thoughts faded away, replaced with his high. He too fell asleep, using Jeremy as a pillow. They'd stay like that for the rest of the afternoon. In his hazy state, Jeremy had neglected to realize that their balls were touching.