Elliot and Sebastian Part Two: The Trouble With Love
#2 of Elliot and Sebastian
Warning: This story will contain male/male sexual acts. If this disturbs you, please look for a different story. All characters in this story are copyrighted to Mr. Yiffster (That's me!).
This is the second installment of my Elliot and Sebastian series. The plot grows thicker as each man cannot deny the feelings they hold for each other.
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*beep* "Hey, you've reached Elliot Sullivan. Actually, you haven't reached me. If you had, I would be talking to you right now. You know what to do." *beep*
Elliot moaned. He knew who it would be. On cue, a familiar voice in a light Australian drawl spoke.
"Hey, mate. It's Sebastian again. Haven't seen you around campus for a while, but I suppose you're just busy...like you always are. Anyways, I was hoping we could meet at Quotes and grab a cup of coffee. Catch up, or something." There was a brief pause. When the voice spoke again it held a slight resignation. "I guess I'll let you go now. You know my number."
The answering machine grew silent, leaving Elliot alone to contemplate what he wanted to do. He had only seen Sebastian once in the two weeks since that night, and even then it was by chance. He didn't know how he felt about that night and didn't want to see Sebastian again until he cleared his mind. Elliot reached down, hesitated a moment, and deleted the message.
~~~
Two days later, and two messages later, Elliot found himself back in the film archives where he and Sebastian had met. He had wanted to avoid such places for a while, but school called and he had another essay due. He asked the archive librarian for a copy of the movie he was to view, The Searchers, and strode over to the only available cubicle to watch it. With an inward groan, Elliot noticed that it was the same cubicle where Sebastian had sat when they met. He pushed the movie into the VCR and hit play. Over the course of two hours images flashed across the screen and sound blared in his ears, but Elliot payed little attention to any of it. His mind was still on Sebastian. He still didn't know what to make of that night. 'Sure, it was pleasurable.' he thought, rubbing a thumb across his chin. 'Actually, it was the best blow job I have ever had, but it was with a dude. I mean, I'm not...' His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a shadow, accompanied with a familiar musk, fell across his cubicle.
"The flick's over, you know." Sebastian said, an amused grin spreading across his face. "How 'ya going, mate?"
Elliot looked up and met the soft green eyes of Sebastian. They were playful, gentle and happy. Just the way he remembered them. Shit. Elliot, relying on his acting abilities, pulled a happily surprised mask over his face.
"Sebastian!" He exclaimed, forcing a smile he didn't feel to his lips. "It's been a while."
"I know, I've been calling," Sebastian said, lowering his voice as he got a few curt hushes from other students. "Why haven't you called back?"
"Shit, I should have told you. My answering machine is busted and I haven't had the time to get a new one." Elliot hated to lie, but he couldn't reveal the real reasons why he hadn't called back. He might be confused about what had happened, but he didn't want to hurt Sebastian's feelings.
"Ah, no worries, then!" Sebastian said, a relieved look shadowing under his expression of feigned apathy. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to grab coffee some time. Maybe tonight?"
"I can't tonight, I've got a lot of work to do." Elliot replied. Even though that was the truth, he was behind in his schoolwork, he felt like it was a weak excuse to offer.
"How about tomorrow then?" Sebastian persisted.
"I have rehearsal"
"Thursday?" Sebastian asked, clearly getting a little annoyed.
Elliot knew he had to give in. "Yeah. Thursday. Same place," he said without enthusiasm.
Sebastian cocked his head a little, peering down with concern. "Everything alright?"
Elliot, aware that he had let his act fade for a moment, quickly recuperated by acting weary and saying "Yeah, school just has me burned out. With school and rehearsals it's hard to find time to sleep, let alone get coffee."
"Oh. Maybe I should take a rain check, then." Sebastian said. His face read an understanding acceptance, but his body language and tail said that he was really quite sad to hear that.
Elliot noticed this and felt guilty. He hadn't been fair to his Dingo friend for the past two weeks. A cup of coffee wouldn't hurt. Maybe he could clear the air about his feelings regarding that night. If he knew one thing, it was that Sebastian was a very good, non-judgmental listener.
"No, I'll be there. Thursday, same time, same place." This time Elliot didn't have to fake the smile that spread across his face, lighting his majestic blue eyes that had first enticed the Dingo.
~~~
When Thursday came around, Elliot made it a point to arrive early. He didn't want Sebastian to sit around and wonder if he would show up or not. So he sat alone, going over lines that he had scripted in his head to broach the subject of 'that night'. 'Sebastian, that night was great,' he mentally rehearsed, then stopped and reconsidered. 'No, that sounds like I am actually gay.' He started over, again and again, never reaching an option that pleased him. He still hadn't decided what to say when he saw the Dingo walk in and brush the late March snow off his tuft of headfur. As Sebastian walked over, Elliot could feel his heart knocking against his rib cage. 'Oh, stop it, Elliot!' he chided himself. 'You're acting like an idiot'. Sebastian sat down and Elliot slid a full coffee mug over to him. "Grande one percent with whip white chocolate mocha" he said with a grin. It was just like Sebastian to order a yuppie drink. Elliot, on the other hand, had a black coffee. It made his breath stink, but it was worth it.
"Ha! You remembered!" Sebastian said, taking a sip.
"How could I forget?" Elliot replied, amusement lighting his face. He fondly recalled the time Sebastian had to repeat his order to the Barista four times before she had finally understood. Suddenly, with that pleasant memory recalled, things didn't seem so awkward and Elliot didn't feel he had to be so fake. Maybe he could even enjoy this. Elliot took a deep breath and let it out slowly, relaxing himself. 'There shouldn't be a problem with just talking to him like a normal person would,' he thought, convincing himself to act as he always would. Discussion about 'that night' could wait for now.
As soon as Elliot allowed himself to relax conversation seemed to blossom between the two. Sebastian would tell a joke and Elliot would roll his eyes in amusement. Elliot would make fun of Sebastian's Aussie terms for different things and they would both double over with laughter. They recalled a few pleasant memories together and got caught up with the goings on in each others lives. Elliot found his thoughts drifting farther and farther away from the uncomfortable subject of 'that night' as they continued to talk. He was struck, once again, by how easy it was to talk to Sebastian. It was almost as if they were brothers. Or lovers. With a shake of his head, Elliot quickly cast that last thought away, not wanting to ruin their conversation.
"Hey, you know that new system they have out? Wii?" Sebastian asked, leaning across the table excitedly.
"Yeah, I heard it was fucking awesome!" Elliot replied with equal excitement.
"I bought it." The Dingo smiled, showing his teeth. His eyes were playful, mischievous.
"You what? You bought it?" Elliot replied, his mouth agape and his eyes wide.
"Yep. Want to go back to my place and...play?" He asked.
Elliot could sense the darker undertones to the question but chose to ignore it. "For a little while, sure. But I probably shouldn't stay for long."
"Oh, you never know," Sebastian said as they gathered their coats. "You just might get really into it."
~~~
They shared an uneventful ride to Sebastian's dorm, making idle chit chat along the way. Elliot was excited about trying out the new system and he could tell Sebastian was excited too, but about something entirely different. Again, Elliot chose to ignore it. Maybe if he didn't respond Sebastian would get the idea that nothing beyond playing the Wii would happen.
Sebastian set his system up and handed one of the controllers to Elliot, who held it upside down. Sebastian reached across to correct the position, placing his hand over Elliot's, twisting the controller so it was facing the right way. At the touch, a wave of electric warmth shot through Elliot's body. He ignored it. He was here to play Wii, nothing else.
Within a few minutes the Wii was up and ready. They decided on playing a game of Tennis.
"I have to warn you, it's kind of tough to get used to, so don't expect to beat me!" Sebastian teased and started the game.
For about twenty minutes they played, volleying the virtual ball back and forth. To his own, and apparently Sebastian's, surprise, Elliot won by a landslide. Sebastian turned to Elliot, a familiar, seductive look floating in his eyes.
"You cheated!" he accused, bending his legs and jumping forward, tackling Elliot softly to the floor. "So tell me" Sebastian whispered as he lay on top of the Skunk. "What do I owe you for losing?"
Suddenly, violently, a wave of thoughts, fears and emotions came flooding into Elliot's mind. Apprehension, dread, anger, shame and doubt. His mind raced with thoughts of implications, what this meant about who he was, that he couldn't be doing this, that he had to get up and leave, regardless of the hurt feelings he would leave behind. None of these thoughts or feelings, however, had an impact on his body. He lay on the floor beneath the Dingo, almost resigned to what was about to happen. He knew what was coming, he knew he should stop it, but he did nothing.
Apparently tired of waiting for an answer, Sebastian moved his head closer to Elliot's, pressing their leathery noses together. Elliot saw the Dingo close his eyes and his own fluttered shut, beyond the control of his rational self. He could feel his lust building. It was an unwanted lust, but lust nonetheless. Their lips touched and a flood of sensation coursed through Elliot's veins, drowning out whatever doubts or apprehensions he had. His body had decided that this was going to happen, whether he liked it or not. So he might as well like it.
Elliot felt himself reacting, separating his lips to allow the canine tongue to snake it's way into his mouth. He let his own tongue gently slide and roll into Sebastian's mouth. The two of them lay on the ground, Dingo on top, and let their mouths and tongues explore each other for a few minutes. Until, that is, Elliot made a bold move that shocked even himself. He felt his hand drifting down between their bodies, pressing between their stomachs and resting on Sebastian's covered groin. He gave a gentle squeeze and felt an immediate reaction. Their kissing paused for only a moment as Sebastian let out a pleasured huff of air, making Elliot's whiskers wiggle softly.
Sebastian rolled off of Elliot and onto his side, facing the Skunk. He reached his paw across and gripped Elliot's groin in a similar manner. Before too long a time had passed, the groping pair removed their shirts, tossing them to the side. Their jeans were unzipped and pulled down, but still wrapped around their ankles. Elliot was wearing a pair of boxer briefs with chile peppers printed randomly throughout. Sebastian had his usual tightie wighties on. Both men's sheaths were engorged and both men had to remove their underwear before their cocks became painfully trapped inside.
Now naked on the floor, the groping became even more intimate. Sebastian had raised a hand to caress the Skunk's chest, and now let it slide back down to the emerging member. The tanned fingers brushed gently along the pink shaft. This gentle touch was enough for a sharp feeling of indecision to manifest itself in Elliot. One side of him wanted to run away, to leave this dorm and drive back to his own home. To transfer to another school and never be faced with this situation again. The other side, the side that he had to admit was winning, urged him forward, begging him to not interrupt what was going on, claiming that it was right. Elliot dropped his hand down and played with Sebastian's erection, ending the mental debate.
With his eyes closed, Elliot could not see what Sebastian was doing, but he felt the warmth drift away from his shaft. He opened his eyes to see the Dingo standing up, his almost fully engorged cock bobbing in front of him. "The floor isn't comfortable" he said, helping Elliot up. "Let's go to my room." They did, Sebastian making sure to lock the door once they had entered. They threw themselves onto the soft bed and back into their fondling. After a couple more minutes of soft stroking, they were both fully hard, Elliot's cock slightly longer and thicker than the Dingo's.
To Sebastian's obvious surprise, Elliot made the first move that advanced their sexual exploration. Elliot felt himself lowering his head down from the Dingo's mouth to an erect nipple, slurping and nibbling for a few moments before moving on. He traced a path down the middle of Sebastian's chest with his tongue, slipping past the stomach and eventually meeting his cock, leaving a damp trail of saliva down the Dingo's body. Before taking the cock into his mouth, Elliot repositioned themselves for better access. Sebastian was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet planted flat on the floor, knees spread wide. Elliot kneeled down in front of him, placing each hand on a knee to keep the Dingo's legs spread. Elliot stared at the juicy member in front of him with both fear and need. This would be the last step to take before he actually yiffed Sebastian. The kissing, the fondling, that wasn't yiffing. At least not in his books. No, yiffing began the moment a cock was entered into some orifice or other. Elliot feared taking this last step, apprehension creeping up on him again, but found that his mind no longer controlled his body in this situation. He lowered his head towards the cock bobbing in front of him.
***
Sebastian nearly cried out in ecstacy when he felt the moist warmth wrap around his member. As before, his pleasure was immediately doubled by the fact that it was Elliot, his crush, who had consumed his cock. He hadn't let the unreturned phone calls go unnoticed. He knew what was going on with Elliot and he completely understood. He went through the same stages when he had his first sexual experience with another man. He would give Elliot his space and as much time as he needed. He would help guide his friend through his troubles, but for now he could do nothing.
He leaned back slightly, placing his hands behind him on the bed for balance, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. In this position he could focus on nothing but the pleasure and warmth around his loins. There was a brief coolness on his member as Elliot moved his head away, replaced by an intense heat on his scrotum that nearly made his elbows collapse from under him. The soft skunk tongue lapped about his sac, rolling one testicle, then the other. He could feel the tongue slide across his sac before disappearing for a brief moment. An all consuming warmth then covered his entire sac as Elliot began to tea bag him. The feeling was absolute euphoria and a spurt of precum shot out of his cock, making it slicker and more moist. Sebastian gripped his comforter tightly as Elliot began to suck gently, knowing how sensitive those precious orbs really were. A drop of warm saliva fell from the Skunk's jaw and trickled down onto Sebastian's anus, eliciting a sharp gasp from the Dingo. The feeling was brief, but extremely stimulating. He raised his hips slightly and drew his testicles out of Elliot's mouth, indicating to the Skunk that enough time had been spent in that area.
The next sensation that he felt was cold, soft lips, followed by a hot, slick tongue working it's way down his member. His precum had already made his cock slippery, so Elliot's mouth met with no dry resistence as he engulfed the rod. Sebastian's legs were writhing, muscles clenching in pleasure. Elliot's strong hands, still placed on either knee, made sure that his legs did not begin to close. Sebastian could feel his heartbeat begin to increase, a soft sweat breaking out from under his fur. He didn't want this to end, but he knew that he couldn't hold out for very much longer.
Elliot was sucking hard now, his tongue never ceasing to lick and caress every bit of exposed dingo dick that it could find. His right hand had moved reluctantly from Sebastian's knee to his hanging scrotum. The strong, soft paw cupped the testicles and rolled them gently, his head bobbing up and down the six inch member with increasing speed. Elliot had begun to moan, the soft sound waves vibrating against the sensitive cock, adding a new level of intensity and pleasure to the blow job.
Sebastian could hold back no longer. His eyes popped open and he sat up straight, placing his hands on either side of the Skunk's handsome, broad face. At first his grip was loose, simply following whatever movements Elliot was performing. Then, bit by bit, Sebastian began to take more control. His grip grew tighter and his muscles began to tighten as he took control of the Skunk's head, moving it up and down along his shaft at a pace that he felt was right. What he felt was right, however, was a wild thrusting. His hands moved Elliot's head up and down his shaft at the same speed he would use when preparing Shake-And-Bake chicken. To accompany this motion, Sebastian had begun to buck his hips upwards into the awaiting warmth. He was now truly muzzle-fucking his monochrome lover. Not that the Skunk cared, mind you. He seemed to welcome the gesture, moaning his pleasure as the cock was repeatedly inserted and removed from his muzzle.
Then, Sebastian began to feel light. Light and tingly, like he was floating. With a loud moan, and a couple hard thrusts into Elliot's muzzle, Sebastian came. He rammed the Skunk's head into his groin with each spurt of his cum, pumping himself of every last ounce of seed that he had in him. When he came down, he came down hard. Sebastian fell back into his covers, huffing and puffing, his muscled so relaxed he felt as though he could melt into the bed, and become part of its softness. The only thing that brought him back from this feeling was the sound of spitting. Apparently Elliot had not yet learned to swallow. Sebastian sat up slowly and looked at the now standing Skunk, a thin line of semen dripping from side of his mouth.
"That was un-fucking-believable," he managed to say through his heavy breaths.
Elliot had begun to stroke his still erect penis, his mesmerizing blue eyes penetrating into Sebastian's. He could see the need, the lust in them and decided not to disappoint the Skunk. Elliot sat down on the edge of the bed, the same way that Sebastian had, and spread his legs. It looked like he expected the same thing from Sebastian that he had just given him. Sebastian, however, had other plans.
"Uh-uh," Sebastian said, rolling off of the bed. He walked to his dresser and searched through his sock drawer for a moment. We he turned around he had a small bottle of lube and a condom in his hand. He stepped in front of the still sitting Elliot and placed these gently in the Skunk's hands.
"Tonight we take it a step further," he said and climbed back onto the bed. This time, however, he remained on all fours, lowering his front half, sticking his rump high in the air. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Elliot was standing, looking a little apprehensive. He obviously had never done this before, so Sebastian decided to run him through it quickly.
"We can't do it dry," he began, lifting his tail out of the way. He turned away from the Skunk, but continued to speak. "It hurts way too much if we do it dry. You have to lube both your dick and my ass and work your way in slowly. Start with one finger, then two. After that you can-- Oh, Jesus Christ!" Sebastian yelped as he felt something he had not expected.
What he expected was the cold sensation of lube against his anus, followed by a hard finger. What he felt was warm, slick and unbelievably stimulating. He could feel Elliot's strong hands spreading his cheeks apart, his warm breath making his fur wave slightly and, finally, a moist, hot tongue traveling along the crack of his ass. Sebastian couldn't help but yell out and writhe in pleasure when Elliot's tongue finally came in contact with his anus. The rim job seemed to serve two purposes at once. It both lubed his hole and relaxed it, allowing for easier penetration when the time was right. He could tell that Elliot was inexperienced in this field, but it really didn't take much to make a rim job amazing. He could feel his cock begin to harden again at the anal stimulation.
For over five minutes Sebastian was left in ecstacy as Elliot licked around his hole. An entirely new, wonderful sensation followed. A warm finger. Sebastian's mouth hung agape in pleasure, but no sound came out. He hadn't had sex in a long time and even a finger felt like an entire cock. He couldn't imagine what Elliot's entire, rather large, penis would feel like pressing its way into his body.
The sensation suddenly disappeared and Elliot drew his muzzle away from Sebastian's rump. Sebastian could hear the lube being squeezed into Elliot's hand and the Skunk applying it to his cock. He heard the condom being opened and rolled onto the pink member, followed by another smearing of lubricant. He could feel a new heat around his rump now, more direct and concentrated than the hot breath. He knew what it was.
Before Elliot could go any further, Sebastian told him to hold on for a minute. He turned himself around and lay on his back. He wanted to be able to stare into the handsome face as he was fucked. He wanted to see how it reacted to his tight little pucker and all the surprises it held. Sebastian drew his knees towards his chest and placed one hand behind each on his thighs to keep them in that position. He spread his legs apart slightly for better access. Sebastian took a quick look at Elliot, going over his strong physique and rested his eyes on the pink cock that stood out against the jet and cream colours of his fur. For some reason, Elliot's member looked nearly two times as big as he remembered. He shifted his gaze upward and stared into those haunting blue eyes and nodded.
"Go at it," he said and almost immediately felt a direct warmth on his anus as Elliot pressed the tip of his cock against Sebastian's pucker.
***
This was the moment. This was truly the moment of no return. If he was generous with himself, which he intended to be, he could claim that oral sex wasn't really sex, either. He could redefine his idea of yiffing as penetration occurring only below the belt. If he continued on with this he would have officially, by anybodies standards, had sex with another man. The voice begging him to stop this was getting louder and clearer, but was instantly silenced as Sebastian inched his anus closer to his cock, prompting him to move forward. That was it. Now that the rational voice in his head had been silenced there was nothing stopping him.
Elliot made sure he was in a comfortable position before he started anything. Sebastian had already taken care of awkward legs getting in the way by keeping them close to his body. Elliot spread his knees to a comfortable distance and leaned forward, looming over the Dingo. When he saw those green eyes begging, Elliot placed his hands on Sebastian's shoulders and began to push his hips forward.
At first he was met with some resistence as the sphincter tightened, but the warmth of the cock relaxed it, allowing Elliot to press the tip of his cock inside Sebastian's ass. He couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. He had never felt anything this tight before! He paused for a few moments, enjoying the pleasure before pushing forward again, slowly sinking another two inches into Sebastian. The Dingo let out a soft whimper, but said nothing. Elliot couldn't tell if he was whimpering in pain or pleasure. Perhaps a mixture of both. With more ease, now that the tight ring had relaxed, he slid the rest of his thick shaft into the tanned ass until his hips met those of Sebastian's.
He could feel Sebastian's innards churning, his canal occasionally squeezing on his cock, sending jolts of pleasure along his penis. Slowly, as Sebastian had told him to, he began to withdraw, but only to the halfway point of his member. He pressed back in, moaning audibly, adding his to the Dingo's vocalizations. As he felt Sebastian's entrance relax more, Elliot began to remove larger and large amounts of his cock before pressing himself back in. Within a minute or two he could extract all the way to his cock tip before pressing back in. Once he could feel that Sebastian's anus was fully relaxed Elliot began increase his pace.
Looking down at the Dingo, Elliot could tell that he was in some euphoric place. His muzzle was hanging open, tongue lolling out to the side, eyes shut gently. He let out soft moans every time Elliot pushed in, touching all of the sensitive places along the way. Deep inside his soul, Elliot knew that he wanted to pleasure this man. So he would give him what he wanted - a ride that he would not soon forget.
Elliot began to test what the Dingo liked best and found that he moaned the loudest and longest with deep, hard thrusts. Thus, Elliot began drawing his penis out almost all the way before forcefully shoving it back inside Sebastian. The more he saw the Dingo wiggle in pleasure, the more pleasure Elliot himself felt. His hands drifted down from Sebastian's shoulders to the top of his hips, giving Elliot more leverage to his trusts. He looked down and watched as his thick, pink rod disappeared into his friends tanned ass over and over again. After a moment Elliot had to look away, knowing that if he watched any longer he would come. He wanted this ride to last as long as possible.
As he continued to fuck Sebastian, Elliot noticed that the doggy cock was fully hard again, sliding around in his belly fur as the force of Elliot's thrusts moved it about. He shifted one of his large paws from Sebastian's hip and laid it on the cock, eliciting a sharp yelp of pleasure from his lover. Elliot began to stroke the cock in sync with his thrusting, which was becoming more and more erratic.
Before long, Elliot found himself pistoning in and out of Sebastian's anus at an alarming rate. He was fucking Sebastian with wild abandon, his large hand working up and down the slick shaft faster and faster. Sebastian's moans seemed to blend into one long, pleasured sound. Then Sebastian let out a cry of pure ecstacy. Following this, Elliot could feel a warm fluid covering his hand and a marked tightening of the corridor that held his penis. Knowing that Sebastian had just had his orgasm and didn't need any more penile stimulation, Elliot quickly shifted his hands back to Sebastian's hips. He lifted the tanned ass off of the bed a little and continued to fuck hard against the mounting resistence as Sebastian's body was wracked with pleasure.
Finally, Elliot could take no more. The warmth, the tightness and the speed were too much for him to handle. His legs began to shake as he could feel the pressure building inside his penis. He leaned forward and slammed into Sebastian's ass with all of his might, using his weight to add extra power. His muscles tingled and tensed as he began to shoot long, hot jets of seed out of his cock and into the condom surrounding his penis. He continued to thrust with long, hard motions that matched each spasm of his orgasm. Then, once his balls were milked of every drop of semen he had, he collapsed forward onto Sebastian, his cocked wedged between the furry cheeks of his friend. He laid his head on the Dingo's shoulder and huffed with his exertion.
Sebastian finally let his legs drop and wrapped his arms around Elliot's neck. He began to tenderly kiss the Skunk's ears, cheeks and nose and whispered three words that vanquished all the intense pleasure Elliot had felt only moments before: "I love you."
***
He didn't know why he said it, but he did. The words were honest, for he truly did love the Skunk, but he hadn't intended his feeling to be known like this. It was too early to say those words, for they had only known each other about a month, but Sebastian couldn't deny it. He felt like his soul belonged to his man. He had first been captivated by those incredible eyes and then by his ability to act and perform. But it was those long nights they spent at the Quotes Café that had unmasked his true feelings for Elliot. He was strong, he was gifted, he was undeniably kind, he was funny, he was considerate and, to top of all off, Elliot was the most handsome creature he had ever seen. And now they had just yiffed for the first time. Some would have called it a hard, fast fucking that was extremely pleasurable, but Sebastian would have called it the most complete form of lovemaking that he had ever felt. He took a moment to move his legs about and enjoy the incredible fullness in his ass for a moment before looking up to see the Skunk's reaction. What he saw wasn't what he wanted to see.
Elliot looked down at him in horror and he could feel the Skunk's body begin to shake.
"Elliot?" he asked gently, reaching up to touch the Skunk's face.
Elliot jerked his head away and, in a swift move that left Sebastian feeling more empty than he ever had before, pulled his slowly softening penis out of Sebastian's anus.
"Elliot!?" He said with more urgency, sitting up as Elliot moved away from the bed.
The Skunk crawled off of the bed and ripped the condom off of his cock. His shoulder muscles tensed for a moment before he threw the cum filled sac at the wall, splattering some of his seed on the wallpaper. Without looking back, Elliot stormed from the room.
Sebastian's heart began to knock against his chest in a manner that he thought was dangerous. He felt like it was about to explode. Sebastian rolled off of the bed and followed Elliot out of his room and into the living room where they had left their clothes. The Skunk was dressing hurriedly, buttoning up his jeans. He didn't bother putting his shirt on before stomping towards the front door.
"Elliot!" Sebastian called desperately, rushing forward. "Elliot, please wait! Wait!"
But it was too late. The door to his dorm slammed shut and Sebastian was left to stand alone, naked and cum stained in his living room. His entire body was shaking as tears began to sting his eyes. He had just pushed away the one and only man he had truly loved.
"Please.." he squeaked out, lifting a hand towards the door, knowing that it would not open. With a dejected sigh, Sebastian turned away from the front door and ran into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him and diving into the sheets. He began to weep, bunching the sheets and pressing them to his face. The sheets smelled like sweat and sex. Best of all, or perhaps worst of all, they smelled like Elliot.
***
Instead of getting in his car and driving home as fast as possible, Elliot chose to walk. Not only did he fear that he would drive himself off of a bridge if he were to drive, the physical exertion from walking helped him sort through his plethora of conflicting feelings. He was frightened about what this meant for their friendship. He was scared that his romp with another man would leak out onto campus. Most of all, he was scared of his own feelings. Despite his best efforts to deny it, Elliot had to admit that deep down, deep inside a special part of his soul, he felt the same way about Sebastian. Never before had he felt this way about anybody else. His ex girlfriends were all nice, they were all pleasant, but they never brought out what Sebastian brought out in him. He never felt the same kind of passion for them as he did for Sebastian. His sexuality did not match with the person whom he cared for, making for an impossible love. He didn't know what to do. He had never been attracted to a man before. Even now as he breezed by several male students he felt nothing, even a little repulsion, at the idea of having sex with them. He was not gay, no. Of that he was sure. Elliot groaned and rubbed his temples. This was going to be a long night.
~~~
After hours of walking, hours or trying to sift through his feelings, Elliot decided he needed to go home. He would sleep on it. Maybe he would wake up and the entire night would end up being some kind of dream. He stepped up the porch steps and put his key into the lock. He could hear laughter inside. His roommates were home. Elliot pushed the door open and kicked off his shoes. There were three voices coming from the living room. His two roommates and...Sebastian? 'Shit! God damn it, Fuck!' Elliot thought. He didn't want to see Sebastian. Not yet. Why did he come here?
Elliot took a deep breath and stepped into the living room. His two roommates were there, laughing, but Sebastian was nowhere to be found. One of his roommates turned to Elliot.
"Elliot! Who the fuck is this fool?"
"What?" Elliot replied, genuinely confused.
His roommate moved aside, revealing where Sebastian's voice had been coming from. The answering machine. "Hey, it's Sebastian again. I know you said your machine was busted, but I thought I would try anyways. Call me. I want to talk."
"This guy has called four times in the past two hours!" one of his roommates said, an amused look spread across his face. "Heh. It's like you two are dating or something and this dude is the needy girlfriend. Maybe you should call him back, lover!"
Elliot stiffened. He knew that his roommates had no idea what had happened, but the words were too close to the truth for Elliot to laugh with them. Instead he marched forward and unplugged the machine from the wall, casting an accusing look at his roommates. "Maybe you assholes shouldn't listen to my messages!" He picked up the machine and retreated to his room, slamming the door behind him.
"What the fuck was that all about?" one of his roommates asked
"Who the hell cares, let's go get a burger," the other replied. With that, Elliot's roommates left, leaving him alone again to contemplate his misery.
***
It had been two weeks since Sebastian had last seen Elliot. When he closed his eyes, he could still feel the warmth and comfort inside his rear end, but when he opened them all he felt was empty. Elliot had said that his machine was broken, but he left messages anyways. He didn't like how they had left things that night. Elliot seemed really upset. Sebastian couldn't blame him, though. He had even shocked himself by letting the Skunk know what he really felt.
Now, two weeks later, Elliot still hadn't returned any of his calls. Sebastian had frequented the film archive and Quotes Café several times, but he hadn't seen Elliot anywhere. Every day that went by without a peep from Elliot pushed Sebastian farther and farther away from happiness. He started to skip some of his classes and he wasn't eating as much. He chided himself on several occasions for being so childish, but he couldn't help but feel completely dejected.
Winter had passed and spring was blooming, but Sebastian found himself locked in the campus library. Finals were coming up and he knew he had to study, despite how rotten he felt. His eyes glazed over as he stared at the pages, his mind elsewhere. He heard a group of students enter the library and quietly converse among themselves. One of them was talking about his classics class, another about her history class and a third talking about a play he was in. Sebastian froze. He honed in on the third voice and recognized it as none other than Elliot's. Sebastian took a quick look over his shoulder and confirmed that the Skunk was sitting near the only entrance and exit of the library. Sebastian began to pack his things. He had to leave. True, he wanted to see Elliot, but he wanted to see him alone. He knew that their engagements were somewhat new territory for Elliot and he didn't want to discuss it in front of a group.
He backed out of his cubical and headed for the door, keeping his eyes to the ground. A stroke of bad luck crossed him as one of the heavier books he was holding slipped out of his grasp and began to slide across the floor. The small group of students, including Elliot, looked up. Sebastian had no choice but to make eye contact with him. The Skunk looked shocked and apprehensive, as he should be.
"Uh.. hi," Sebastian said meekly, gathering his fallen book.
"Hey," came the simple reply.
Sebastian began to move away when the female sitting with them, another skunk as it turned out, began to speak. She lightly hit Elliot's arm and said "Elliot, don't be rude. Introduce me to your friend."
At that moment, Sebastian could see the actor side of Elliot kick in. His face no longer showed awkwardness and embarrassment. He was now confident and happy. "Sure. Miranda, this is Sebastian," he said, introducing her to the Dingo. "Sebastian, this is my girlfriend, Miranda."
Sebastian's jaw immediately went slack, his eyes shooting open. "Your...your what? Your girlfriend?"
Elliot, never missing a beat, gave a quick nod and a half grin. His eyes, however, were begging Sebastian to let things blow over for now.
"I thought you were...nevermind." Sebastian said.
"Thought you what? Is there something you're not telling me?" Miranda said accusingly, turning to Elliot.
Sebastian answered before Elliot could speak. "No! No, I just.. I just got my friends mixed up. My other friend, uh, Allan. He already has a girlfriend. I just got Elliot and Allan mixed up, that's all." Sebastian was a terrible liar, but what else could he do?
Miranda seemed satisfied with that answer. "Oh! Well in that cased I'm pleased to meet you, Sebastian!"
"Likewise," he said quickly, turning to Elliot. "Elliot, can I talk to you for a second?"
Elliot looked back to his books for a moment, indecision obvious on his face. He gave a brief sigh and stood up from the table. "Sure. Only a minute, though. I have to study."
Sebastian led Elliot to a vacant study room and closed the door, ensuring their privacy. When he turned back to the Skunk he knew he looked less than kind. In fact, he looked downright furious.
"Your girlfriend? Your girlfriend!?" He said with incredulity, trying to keep his voice low. "Since when did you have a girlfriend, Elliot?"
Elliot kept his cool, although he looked a little embarrassed. "Since about a week ago."
Sebastian's face showed mock amusement as he spat out what he was feeling. "Then just what the hell went on between us two weeks ago?"
"I don't know." Elliot admitted with a marked lack of emotion.
Sebastian grew increasingly angry, his hands clenching by his sides. He felt completely betrayed. He hadn't expected Elliot to suddenly become his boyfriend or anything, but it hurt to know that they had sex, sex that Sebastian thought was meaningful, and then Elliot ran off and got a girlfriend. "What was I to you, then? Just some random fuck to get your rocks off?"
"No!" Elliot hissed back. "I don't know what it was! One thing led to another, and I'm not sure that I wanted them to. But what happened happened and I can't take it back. We had sex. And then, out of the blue, you told me that you loved me! What did you expect me to do with that? I'm not gay, Sebastian!"
"My ass would beg to differ," Sebastian glowered at Elliot, much to the Skunk's offense. "Elliot, I didn't mean to say that I loved you. It just kind of... came out." Sebastian looked away from him. "I won't deny it, because I think I do love you. I'm sorry if that bothers you. But did you really have to ignore me for two weeks and then get a girlfriend? That's just...cruel."
Elliot visibly relaxed, the tension between them dying off. "I'm sorry about that. I just didn't know what to do. I'm not gay, Sebastian. I'm really not." He paused, lowering his head, and Sebastian could tell that he was weighing what he was about to say next. "I'm not gay, Sebastian, but it still felt right. I don't know what to do about that. Just...please give me a little time to understand what's going on."
Sebastian hadn't expected that admission, but it was not unwelcome. He began to feel a little sorry for Elliot. He was obviously confused about a feeling that was new, foreign and generally frowned upon by society. He would give him time. Sebastian reached across and stroked Elliot's arm for a moment. "Of course I'll give you time. I'll give you as much time as you need. Just stop pretending like I don't exist."
Elliot smirked, a mischievous expression that Sebastian adored. "I will."
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As it turns out, Elliot didn't need as much time as Sebastian thought he would. Sebastian's cell phone rang that evening and a picture of Elliot popped onto the screen. Sebastian kept his thumb poised at the side of the phone, uncertain whether he wanted to answer it or not. What if he didn't get the answer that he wanted? What if Elliot decided that they couldn't see each other anymore? Still, if Elliot was ready to make a decision Sebastian couldn't stop him. He might as well find out. He flipped open the phone and pressed it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sebastian, it's me. I bought some coffee and I'm on my way over. Are you alone?"
"Yeah," Sebastian replied, uncertain whether he was pleased or not at this news. Coffee always meant conversation and conversation might lead to the end of their friendship.
"Good. I'll be over in five minutes." The phone went silent.
'Five minutes?' Sebastian thought frantically. Five minutes wasn't enough time for him. If Elliot wanted to stay away from him for the rest of his life, these would be the last five minutes of ignorant bliss Sebastian would feel. It was like coming home from vacation and taking in the last five minutes of sunshine and peace before hitting the road. It was like the last five minutes before an exam, uncertain whether you will do well or not. No, five minutes definitely wasn't enough for Sebastian.
He began to script the various ways he would act whatever Elliot's decision was. 'If its bad news I'm going to keep my dignity and take it like a man. If I have to, I'll cry when he leaves. If Elliot is still undecided I'll stay calm and offer my support. If its good news I won't act too excited, that might scare him away. Maybe I'll give him a hug. No, that's too personal. Maybe a handshake. Or is that too impersonal? Maybe a pat on the back! No, that would seem condescending.' Sebastian looked at the clock and noticed only two minutes had gone by. Suddenly five minutes seemed like forever.
Finally, there was a knock on his dorm room door. He would have asked Elliot to come in, but he was afraid his voice might crack. He hesitated for only a moment before walking across the small front room and opening the door. Elliot was there, looking stoic, not giving Sebastian any clues as to his decision. Sebastian took a step back and Elliot entered, kicking off his shoes and putting the drinks on a small coffee table.
"Sit down," Elliot ordered without emotion.
Sebastian did so, taking a place on the worn out couch. Elliot sat on the same couch but kept some distance between them. Sebastian immediately took this as a bad sign. Elliot then reached over and put a hand on his knee. Sebastian couldn't decide if he should take this to mean Elliot was about to bring bad news and wanted to comfort him, or that he was going to bring good news and wanted to show that their friendship was still in tact. 'Stop being such an idiot!' Sebastian chided himself. 'Just let him say what he is going to say. Worrying and speculation won't do you any good!'
"You're panicking, aren't you?" Elliot said with amusement, that warm, familiar smile spreading across his face.
"No," Sebastian replied dryly, knowing that Elliot could tell that he really was. Elliot knew that he always felt a sense of panic when a stressful situation was at hand. It was one of the countless things they had talked about those nights in the café.
Elliot removed his hand, leaving Sebastian's knee feeling cold and barren. "I thought I would need time to figure out what I was feeling," he started, gripping his left forearm with his right hand and rubbing slightly. It was a maneuver that Sebastian recognized. Elliot was uncomfortable. "But after a while I decided to stop playing games with myself and admit what I was trying to avoid admitting."
"And what's that?" Sebastian asked, his entire body tingling with anticipation. This was the moment of reckoning.
Elliot, however, avoided the subject for a moment longer. "Well, I thought about what you said after we, you know...," he left the word unsaid, leaving Sebastian to fill in the gap with the obvious answer. "And I thought about what you said in the library, too and..," he paused again. His hands were visibly shaking now, but Sebastian made no move to comfort him. If he did, Elliot might be dissuaded to continue. After a moment, Elliot concluded. "I think... I don't know, I think I might love you, too. No, I know that I do and it terrifies me because it's not what I expected. Miranda is sweet and funny, but she doesn't listen like you do." Elliot's speech began to gain speed. "She doesn't understand me like you. We can't laugh together at the most ludicrous of things like you and I do. We talk, but it's trivial and mindless, not like when you and I talk. We have things in common, but we don't share the same passions as you and I do. She can't...she can't look at me and understand what I'm feeling like you can. The sex that we had was great but it wasn't like the sex you and I had. With her it was just lust and libido but with you there was something... special, I guess. But," he paused, his shoulders slouching a bit and Sebastian could tell that he was about to deliver some bad news. "But I can't be with you, Sebastian. I can't. I love you, but we can't be together."
"Why not?" Sebastian asked, voice shaking. On one hand he was absolutely ecstatic that Elliot had confessed his love, but on the other he was crushed that nothing would come of it.
"Sebastian, I'm not gay. You turn me on like no other, but I've never looked at men in a sexual way in my life. Even after we had sex I didn't see them like that."
"But you don't have to look at other men like that. Just me." Sebastian said desperately.
"It's not that simple, Sebastian, and you know it. How would I explain it to people? 'Hi, this is my boyfriend. We have sex, but I'm not gay!'" Elliot said in mock voice. "People wouldn't understand. My parents wouldn't understand. My church certainly wouldn't understand," he said with a huff of amusement. "And what about the future? If I were to be with you, I'd never be able to have the children that I want." Sebastian opened his mouth to say something, but Elliot cut him off. "I know what you're going to say. Adoption. Sure, I would have kids that way, but they wouldn't be mine. As much as I would like to think differently, they wouldn't be mine." The entire time Elliot spoke he had avoided looking at Sebastian, but now he made a point of meeting gazes, his eyes full or sorrow and regret. "That's why I can't be with you. That's the trouble with love, I guess. Sometimes it's just impossible."
Sebastian couldn't deny that he understood where Elliot was coming from, but that didn't stop the utter dejection and crushing loss that he felt. He wasn't sure if they could remain friends. It would be too hard for him to look at Elliot and know that he would never have the man that he wanted. Elliot, to him, felt like one of those elusive soul mates that are only said to be in fairy tales. Sebastian huffed out a dejected sigh, looking down at the carpet. "If we can't have the future, can we at least have tonight?" He said, reciting one of the lines that they had rehearsed together that one night.
His response didn't come in words, but a soft paw cupped around his muzzle, lifting his head. Elliot looked at him with such soul felt love that Sebastian knew what his answer was. Sebastian moved his head forward and kissed Elliot, pressing their lips together with force. Not because he was full of lust, but because he knew this was their last chance to be together. Silent tears leaked from the corners of his closed eyes, weaving their way down his cheeks. Sebastian could feel Elliot respond by lifting his broad, warm hands and cupping his cheeks in them, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears.
"Don't cry," he whispered after he moved his lips away. "It won't make this night as special."
Sebastian smiled meekly, raising a hand and wiping the dampness from his cheeks. Rather than continue the kissing, Sebastian took Elliot by the hand and led the Skunk to his bedroom. He sat Elliot down on the bed before moving to the sock drawer and pulling out the bottle of lube and a something that they hadn't used before - a cock ring. If this was to be the last time he could be with Elliot, he wanted it to last as long as possible. The condom was left behind for the very reason he had brought out the cock ring - if this was their last time, he didn't want anything to get in the way. Not even a thin layer of laytex. Sebastian removed his shirt and pants and Elliot did the same, leaving them both in their underwear.
Sebastian felt that an excessive amount of foreplay would ruin the mood they were both in, so he settled for simply groping and teasing Elliot's groin until he felt a definite bulge in the Skunk's underpants. He rolled the grey fabric from around Elliot's waist and saw that, indeed, he was becoming aroused. Sebastian took a moment to step out of his underwear as well before reaching for the cock ring. Elliot was at the point where, if he were to become any more aroused, the cock ring wouldn't fit so Sebastian quickly rolled it down the Skunk's pink member until it met the base. He then gingerly pushed each of Elliot's two testicles through, securing the ring in place.
With that accomplished, Sebastian grabbed the bottle of lubricant and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand before applying it to Elliot's semi-erect cock. He began to stroke the now slick member, using long, slow strokes until all eight inches stood high in the air, pulsing with the beat of Elliot's heart. Sebastian took a moment to pour some more lubricant into his hand, this time reaching behind him and applying a liberal amount to his tailhole. He took the opportunity to insert a finger and twist it around, loosening himself for Elliot's thick meat.
While he was doing this, Elliot had shifted from his spot on the edge of the bed. He slid back and lay down as if he were going to sleep, his head resting on the pillows. He held his cock by its base and looked pleadingly at Sebastian. Sebastian took a moment to burn this perfect image into his mind before climbing up onto the bed, crawling forward over Elliot's body. 'How did he know that this was my favourite position?'Sebastian thought before ruefully reminding himself that it was because they truly were soul mates.
Sebastian placed both of his hands on Elliot's naked chest and used it to balance himself as he got off of his knees and onto his feet. In the squatting position, Sebastian scooted forward until his tight entrance was in line with the glistening cock below. At that moment Sebastian felt such a great sense of loss that, had Elliot not pushed upwards and began inserting his cock, he would have wept.
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Elliot could tell that Sebastian was about to cry so he pushed his hips up and inserted the first inch of his penis, hoping that the invading member would take his mind off of his loss. It worked, because Sebastian's expression went from devastation to pure ecstacy. His six inch doggy cock had emerged and become fully erect without any direct stimulation and now bobbed in the air in front of him.
Elliot lifted his hands from beside him and grabbed Sebastian's wrists, lifting them off of his chest. He pushed the Dingo back until he sat erect over his groin. Then, so Sebastian wouldn't lose his balance, Elliot firmly placed his strong, soft hands on the tanned hips, holding his lover in place. Then, in complete silence, he began to insert the rest of his cock, watching with interest as he saw inch after inch of his pink rod disappear between the fuzzy white cheeks. God in Heaven it felt good! The condom last time had blocked off a lot of the sensation, but now that they were bareback every twitch of Sebastian's innards sent a jolt through Elliot's cock. They stayed that way for almost a full minute, each of them enjoying the separate sensations. Sebastian of having an eight inch, thick, hot rod up his ass and Elliot of having his cock stuffed into the person that he loved.
Elliot began to withdraw, making Sebastian gasp lightly and give a very soft, barely audible moan. Elliot used his strong hands to pull Sebastian's body back down over his shaft, the feeling of the Dingo's slick innards over his cock almost unbearably arousing. After a few slow pumps to loosen the Dingo, Elliot began to set a pace. It was slow at first. Like Sebastian, he truly wanted this escapade to last as long as possible. The only sound in the room was the soft breathing of the mating couple, and the squishing sound of lubricant as Elliot pumped into Sebastian's ass.
As Elliot began to increase his pace a little he noticed something. The last time they had sex, it was almost an unconscious effort. Their bodies just moved and thrusted and quivered with pleasure. This time things were different. Both partners were in complete control. They were making extended periods of eye contact. They were pleasuring each other as much as they were pleasuring themselves. Last time they had fucked, this time they were making love. With astonishment, Elliot noticed how much better it was to make love than simply fuck. Suddenly, laying back on the bed with his cock stuffed up Sebastian's ass was still too far for them to be away. Elliot removed once hand from the Dingo's hips and placed it flat on the bed beside him. Slowly, so he wouldn't knock Sebastian off balance, he began to sit up, using his hand as leverage. Only when their chests met did Elliot feel secure enough to bring his hand back to Sebastian's hip.
Now they were closer than the had ever been before. Not only were they physically connected through Elliot's member, they were embracing each other with their arms, holding their bodies close. This new angle tilted Elliot's cock to a degree that gave Sebastian incredible pleasure, judging by the way he gasped and clenched his ass. There was a soft slapping sound as Elliot resumed pumping, rubbing his bare cock against those tender spots inside of his Dingo lover. Sebastian began to respond to Elliot's thrusts by using his legs to lift himself up and down, making each pump deeper and harder.
They stayed that way for almost fourty five minutes, lovers embracing each other, occasionally kissing and always pumping their hips. Both were completely silent, letting their actions do all the talking for them. Each pump read 'I love you'. Every kiss said 'be mine'. Elliot had begun to sweat, droplets running down his headfur and falling between their chests. Eventually, Elliot had to lay back down, the strain on his lower back begging him for relief. He did so slowly, silently, until his back was flush with the bed. At this point both partners knew that their lovemaking was coming to an end. Both were exhausted, both had been pleasured more than they had ever been before. The only thing missing now was orgasm.
Elliot, now that he wasn't scrunched up against Sebastian and had a little more freedom to move, began to pump into Sebastian a little harder, bucking his hips, rather than simply lifting them. In return, Sebastian began to let his body fall onto the shaft, rather than simply lowering himself down. Both lovers began to pant, their breathing becoming heavier and more erratic. Elliot's grip on Sebastian's waist tightened and his brows began to furrow as he started to violently shoved his dick between Sebastian's furry cheeks. His gaze fell upon the still untouched doggy cock. He removed one hand from Sebastian's side and gripped the shaft tightly, feeling the deep pulse, eliciting a cry from Sebastian.
Every breath, every sensation was pure ecstacy for Elliot. Sebastian had now let loose and was violently humping back against Elliot, his mouth agape, eyes closed. He rammed his body down Elliot's shaft as the Skunk began a fast and furious pumping of the Dingo's bobbing cock. Then, for the first time in almost an hour, words were spoken. Sebastian began to hump his cock into Elliot's strong paw and cry out his name.
"Elliot... Elliot... Elliot!...Elliot!!.....Oh God, Elliot!!!" he cried before pumping forward violently, sending a long jet of cum from his penis. The force of his orgasm was so great that he shot clear across Elliot's body, his semen landing in a sticky stripe across the Skunk's face. The Dingo rammed his ass against Elliot's body, wiggling his hips, feeling every inch of the Skunk's cock inside of him. His bowels tightened and squeezed rhythmically on the pink rod with every spurt of cum that flowed out of his cock.
This tightening proved to be too much for Elliot. He removed his now sticky paw from Sebastian's cock and placed it on the Dingo's hip. He physically lifted Sebastian off of most of his cock before forcefully bringing him back down, bringing himself to orgasm. He cried out loudly in pure ecstacy and repeated the action, abusing the well used ass as he emptied shot after shot of seed into Sebastian in the most intense orgasm that he ever had.
With both sets of balls milked of all their substance, Sebastian fell forward onto Elliot, his lithe body completely exhausted. There was a puddle of his cum on Elliot's chest, but the Dingo apparently didn't care, resting himself on his lovers body. "Just stay the night," he whispered into the Skunk's ear. "That's all I ask. I just want to spend one full night as lovers."
Elliot, despite the fact that he knew this relationship was impossible, embraced the Dingo and kissed the top of the tanned head. His cock was still deeply embedded in Sebastian. Elliot closed his eyes and smiled ruefully as his thoughts drifted to how their souls were meant for each other. 'One night. That is exactly what I wanted too, Sebastian. Just one night'
What will happen next? How will Sebastian and Elliot adjust to their lives as secret soul mates? Tune in to find out!
Please let me know if you can think of anything that can improve my writing (more yiff? Less yiff? Tell me!)