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Shooting another text to Quinn, Aubrey scanned the cafe, but no one pulled out their phone-not surprising since none of them are a red vixen. When he looked back at his screen, there was only his message he just sent and another he sent twenty minutes ago when he arrived, neither read.

Once he drained his macchiato ten minutes later, Aubrey concluded Quinn stood him up. So he surveyed his other options surrounding him-maybe then he'd have a place to sleep.

A few vixens, one bat-eared and two fennec, chatted with each other in the far corner of the cafe, but he wasn't confident enough to approach a group. Another lynx like him, though a bobcat instead of a Canadian lynx, caught his eye. The red fox standing over her was no competition; every word from him made her cling harder to the coffee cup in her paws. And eventually he got the hint, shuffling away to a different table.

When Aubrey scooted his chair back, his phone buzzed. Did you get the wrong place? The onl_y lynx here isnt you. Aubrey scrolled up through their texts, but before he can confirm the location, there's another buzz. _Unless im staring at you rn.

Looking up, Aubrey locked eyes with the red fox from earlier, who padded closer.

A quick search of the name "Quinn" gave further credence to the assumption that they could be male. Although, even when the fox sat across from Aubrey, he couldn't make out their scent from the other patrons and coffee.

"So," the fox drawled, "'Aubrey' is a guy's name?"

"Traditionally," Aubrey answered, putting his phone away. "You thought I was a chick?"

"Yeah, and by the look in your eye, you thought I was too." Quinn drummed on the table, smiling. "Did we just catfish each other by accident?"

"By accident? I don't know about that, GrillGamer6969."

"With _tw_o," the fox held up two fingers, "count them, _tw_o 'L's." His paw fell onto the table. "I just like grilling. I told you about that."

"I thought it was a double meaning." The lynx sighed. "What about my gamertag made you think I was a chick?"

"You just have a high-pitched voice."

Aubrey's black ear tufts flicked backwards. "You don't sound very masculine either."

"Thanks, I needed that jab," the fox said. "To my voice no less, a part of me I can't change."

"What? You made fun of my voice first."

Quinn tilted his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Silence followed as Aubrey considered what to do. Home was a hundred miles away, and while he could take another bus, the mere thought reignites the aches in his back. The plan had been to stay at his "girlfriend's" house for the weekend, but now he was stuck in an unfamiliar city with only enough money for the trip back.

"Could I maybe..." The lynx took a breath. "I'm not gay, but could I still sleep at your place?"

"I already told you I only have one bed, and there's no couch either." The fox waved a paw. "But I suppose this is as much my fault as yours, so you may sleep on my floor."

"How gracious."

Quinn leaned forward. "Does the totally-not-gay dude want to share my bed?"

"I don't know." Aubrey looked away from the way-too-close fox. "I think sleeping on the bus would be just as uncomfortable as your floor."

"Is that a 'yes' or are you proposing that I sleep on the floor?"

"Neither." The lynx rose. "I think I'll just go wait for the next bus."

"Wait." Quinn halted Aubrey with a paw on his forearm. "It won't be for a while, right? I kinda remember the timetable you pasted in the chat. So why don't we burn time playing games together? We can still enjoy that, even though we have dicks."

Aubrey rolled his eyes. "Must you phrase it like that? I almost said 'yes.'"

"Correction: you did say 'yes.'" The fox got up and tugged the lynx to the exit, earning a concerned glance from the bobcat. So Aubrey rushed to the fox's side and freed his arm from his grip.

*

"Gimme Liu Kang," Aubrey requested.

"Ah, the totally-not-gay dude back at it again," Quinn announced like there was an audience, "wanting the very male, very shirtless dragon over the human dude with a shirt."

"I want him because he's fire." The lynx gestured to the screen where Liu Kang was drawing a circle of flames with his hand. "Literally!"

"I stand corrected: he wants the _ho_t male dragon."

"Fine," the lynx grumbled. "I'll play Kung Lao."

"Ya damn right. My Playstation, so I get the hot dude. Well, hotter."

With that, they played the opening section of Mortal Kombat: Shaolin Monks. An old game without online play that Aubrey yearned to beat with Quinn ever since he learned he had fond memories of it too. Sex (and the cuddles afterwards) was only half the reason he made this trip, because this game slapped.

The lynx got so engrossed into the TV that, despite sitting beside the fox on his bed, he forgot that the voice telling him to "pick up the pace" was not his girlfriend's. A quick peek over at Quinn solved that as his eyes caught on the masculine part of him. Why is he wearing such tight shorts? Is he even wearing underwear? Aubrey wondered, then realized it had to be purposeful; he was supposed to be the fox's girlfriend-and was supposed to take _tha_t inside him.

So the lynx was stuck between thinking he was with his girlfriend he had countless fantasies of when he kept his eyes on the screen, and glancing-even if obscured and indirectly-at Quinn's sheath. Aubrey's cock cared not for which, inching out of its home despite his fervent pleads to stay. Thankfully, he's still a gamer; he had long since acquired the skill of concentrating while horny-or any other bodily need demanding his attention-and they plowed through the game together.

During the second phase of the Scorpion boss, Aubrey dropped his remote. "Shit, my bus! What time is it?"

Quinn paused the game and tapped his phone beside him a few times. "One-sixteen. Your last bus departed at one, yeah?"

"You don't seem very concerned that I'm stuck here now," the lynx muttered.

"To be honest," Quinn slid a paw over to Aubrey's on the bed, "I was hoping this would happen."

The lynx pulled his paw away before the fox could touch him. "I said I'm not gay."

The fox chuckled. "It's common courtesy to return honesty with honesty."

"I am being honest."

"You're going make me say it, hmm? Alrighty then, your penis is erect, totally-not-gay dude." Quinn pointed to himself and Liu Kang's on-display abs on the TV. "In exclusively-male company, I might add."

"I was just-"

"Looking at my junk?" The fox rolled his hips, the motion drawing the lynx's eye. "I was hoping for that too."

"No, it's your voice, it-"

"There you go again, making fun of my voice. Do you not want help with your little-no," Quinn's gaze dipped down the lynx's form, "big problem?"

"No."

"Just 'no,' huh? Alrighty then, pick up your remote."

This weekend was supposed to be fun. Not playing a remembered-to-be-good game with this obnoxiously gay fox that he was trapped with. Sex and cuddles, was he really asking for so much? Although, if he wanted that, he could take the noticeably-bigger bulge of the fox-that his eyes won't stop straying to-up his rear or, if he was lucky, have the roles reversed. Thinking about either was the only thing that abated his relentless arousal. But even then, he couldn't get his head in the game, retrying the Scorpion boss for the third time. A single thought took precedence over analyzing the attack patterns, Why couldn't Quinn have been a chick? And on their fifth attempt, Fuck it, why couldn't I have been a chick?_ _

He paused the game, set his controller on the ground, and covered his face with a paw.

"I'm doing my best to carry you, but I'm also...distracted." Quinn put his controller on the PS2. "It's funny because this game isn't even hard past the starting levels. Heh, it's the opposite of you." He grinned, his tail brushing across the sheets to smack Aubrey. "The only time you weren't hard was when we started."

"Shut up," the lynx muttered. "It's not even true; I'd be in the hospital if I had a boner that long."

"Well, my nose knows no difference between erect and aroused-and I can't turn it off so I can focus." The fox leaned back onto the bed with one arm. "When's the last time you jerked off?"

"A month ago." Aubrey fidgeted with his paws. "I was saving it, so I could...be pent up enough to go two rounds."

"So let's go two rounds already."

"My answer remains the same."

"Then whip it out and do it yourself, because we're not getting anywhere if we keep playing like this. Or actually go to the bathroom and keep the scent in there-take a shower while you're at it." Quinn turned his attention to his waist. "Because of you, I need to do the same so go on."

"I guess that works." Aubrey padded to the door, but froze when the fox slipped a paw into his shorts, just within his periphery.

Quinn rubbed at his tent, growing and reaching the waistband. With his other paw, he slowly lifted the waistband, but stopped short of revealing anything. "Or watch me, that's fine too."

"Uh, no, I'll g-"

The fox yanked his shorts off and kicked them away, his foxhood snapping upward in its newfound freedom. He faced the lynx as he gripped it, but didn't move his paw. "Actually, I've got some performance anxiety; I can't handle when someone is just staring and not doing anything." The lynx heard the words, but didn't process them, his brain instead absorbing the new, sharper musk mingling into the air with his own.

"Is this a test? Are you judging my technique? Can I pass? Is the reward sex? What the fuck are these games?" The sleek, vulpine cock responsible for the scent dribbled pre onto its dark pink shaft. "For the love of God say something or leave or anything."

"I'm..." What am I doing?

"Mesmerized and I hate it. Your eyes are so...piercing." Quinn shuddered. "Can you make up your mind already? Preferably before you kill me with those weapons you see with."

Finally, Aubrey's transfixation ended, after which he needed to do more than flatly deny he was gay. "Fine, fine, I guess I have to admit that sometimes when I'm watching porn my eyes are drawn to the guy's dick...a lot."

"Like what's happening now."

"But, like, I tried to watch gay porn." The lynx shuffled further into the doorway, wishing he had the option to leave. "But just thinking about putting or receiving anything up there is just...grody."

"Are you trying to say that anal is what turns you off?" Aubrey nods. "Oh my poor lost pussy cat," Quinn consoled, "that has nothing to do with whether you're gay or not." He got up and placed a paw on the lynx's arm, who found his body unwilling to pull away. "You're super gay."

Aubrey's ears pinned to his head. "You can't help but say it like that, can you?"

"I'm saying it how it is." Quinn's tail brushed the lynx's leg. "Most gays wouldn't stare at a cock like that, so you must be super gay."

"You're way more tolerable over a mic."

"Ow." Quinn put a paw over his heart. "All I've done is help you...and hopefully soon introduce you to some new pleasures."

"About that, hypothetically, if we, uh, had sex." Aubrey couldn't shake the feeling that the fox was persuading him into getting a cock up his ass. Why would he stop halfway with pawing each other? "What would we do exactly?"

"I'm open to whatever-except, like you, I find butt stuff to be bleh." The fox stuck his tongue out as he said the last word.

"Okay, so...?"

"Whadaya want from me, a list? Alrighty then." Quinn looked at the stucco ceiling, tapping his chin. "We could do just paws. Or as my gamertag would suggest: I love sixty-nineing. Or just taking turns is fine."

Aubrey would never fit more than half of the foxhood in his short muzzle, and while he had received good blowjobs from girls with the same issue, he didn't trust Quinn not to shove the rest down his throat. "I don't think I want you inside that end either."

"Alright, um, some people just grind into each other's fur, or fuck a particularly-defined muscle-but we don't have any of those. So..." Quinn sat down on the bed, resting his head in his paw. "I don't know, sheath docking?"

"What's that?" Aubrey stepped forward, his attention returning to the still-leaking foxhood.

"Well, we dock in each other's sheathes, obviously. I've never tried it, but again, I'm down for whatever." The fox spread his legs, inviting the lynx's eyes to wander to his plump sac. "I just want to get this over with and then get back to MK."

Aubrey met the fox's gaze. "Real romantic type, aren't ya?"

Quinn shook his head. "Don't tell me you somehow got that from my voice too."

"Y'know this would go faster if you stop being a prick." The lynx punched Quinn's arm.

"If it goes any slower I'll-"

"Fuck your retort." Aubrey pushed his muzzle into the fox's parted one and slipped his tongue inside, stereotypically tasting like Mountain Dew. His gentle tongue contrasted his paws forcing Quinn onto his back as he climbed onto him. The lynx broke the kiss to pull his shirt off, then helped the fox do the same. "At least this part is familiar, sans the tits."

"I still got nipples you can suckle on." Quinn circled his areola, the bud stiffening. "Your eyes are doing it again, come on, I won't be mad for further delaying us if I get a turn at yours."

"I don't give a fuck if you're mad." Aubrey bent down to the nipple the fox didn't prepare, flicking it back and forth until it hardened.

"What got into you? Whatever it is I-" The fox's breath hitched as Aubrey nipped.

"You like it." The lynx closed his lips around the erect bud, paws unsure what to do without breasts to fondle. So they glided down, hesitating briefly at the navel before finding the sheath. Small things poked at the inside of his mouth, almost like... "Are you shedding?"

"'Tis the season. How'd you forget when you are too?"

"I didn't-you-goddammit." Aubrey scraped hair off his tongue with his teeth, resisting the urge to spit. "Do you want me to cough up a hairball on you?"

"To be honest, I thought you'd be like, 'I'm not gonna fall into such an obvious trap, sly fox.'" Quinn grabbed an empty can of Mountain Dew off his headboard and held it out. "But you just went for it."

"You got me riled up so I'd do something stupid." Aubrey spat into the can, adding emphasis to his words and alleviating the bothersome prickles in his mouth.

"Hey, don't blame me; I've been teasing you in a very consistent manner." The fox put the can back. "Maybe it was Scorpion that got to you." He steepled his fingers together. "We'll need to get revenge after this. And to that end, can your paw resume its oh-so-thrilling journey?"

"The way you ask for things makes me want to do anything but." So instead Aubrey balanced on one leg as he freed the other from his shorts and boxers, then repeated the process with opposite legs.

"Do you think giving me a view of such a treat is a punishment?" The fox grazed the barbs of the lynx's pink cock with his knuckles. "Already throbbing?"

"Is that disappointment I hear?" Aubrey grinded into the paw. "I thought you wanted this over quickly."

"Perhaps, perhaps not." Quinn withdrew his fingers. "Regardless, you never told me what you wanted to do, so would you kindly show-er kindly not show me what you want?"

"I'm not gonna fall into such an obvious ploy, least sly fox in the world."

"So you want me to take the initiative instead? I thought you were trying to preserve your masculinity by being my dommy daddy."

"I hate you." Aubrey needed to do the opposite of what Quinn asked for, thus continuing in such a way that he doesn't show him anything. With a fox's night vision, shutting off the lights wouldn't work, and he couldn't hold a paw over his eyes the whole time. He needed a blindfold, but that's not something he carried around, so he grabbed his recently-discarded boxers.

"I'm sorry!" Quinn squeaked, ears splayed. "I'll stop, just don't put your clothes back on."

Aubrey smirked, showing a fang. "You promise on your right to play Liu Kang that you'll be a nice fox from now on?"

"Uh, fine," the fox mumbled. Aubrey brought the boxers closer to his feet, earning an enthusiastic, "Yes!"

"Good fox." The lynx patted Quinn's head and rubbed his ears, distracting him from the boxers nearing his head.

Quinn's eyes widened until they were covered by the dark-colored fabric, his ears poking through the leg holes. "I see how it is. Can I still make requests? And what do you wish to be referred to as?"

If Aubrey knew dangling sex in front of the fox and threatening to withhold it would make him drop all the taunting, he would've done it sooner. "As long as that sarcastic edge is gone, you can ask for whatever, and I will consider it. And you may refer to me as...just Aubrey."

"As you wish, Aubrey. My request is to, if you also desire it, stretch the boxers over my nose."

"That's close enough to asking nicely." The lynx had bulky hips, so the underwear hooked onto Quinn's nose without revealing his eyes.

The fox inhaled deeply. "Your scent is delicious, Aubrey. Thank you for granting this to me."

"My pleasure." The sight of the fox enjoying his raw scent spurred Aubrey's lusts higher. "Now, you have two jobs." He placed Quinn's paw onto his black-tufted ears. "Keep these as loved as possible, and...tell me if I'm doing anything wrong."

"Of course." The fox traced the outside of the lynx's ear all the way up the tuft before returning to base for affectionate scratches.

The relaxing sensation, combined with the lack of Quinn mocking him, bubbled a purr in Aubrey's chest. But the fox hadn't earned that yet, only for the lynx's paw to grasp-not journey to-his white sheath. After he wiggled the bump of the knot out, the space inside could fit at least a third of his length-if it stretches around the girth that is. Although, it must if Quinn suggested this at all. So he positioned his cock next to the darker one and shoved inside its home, the fox's grunt reaching his ears along with continued stroking.

The rigid foxhood pressing against his barbs and the soft sheath hugging the other end nearly made Aubrey fall onto Quinn's smiling face. And since he's already close enough, the lynx kissed him, the fox inviting him in with teases along the underside of his tongue. As Aubrey pulled back for another thrust, Quinn's free paw squeezed their union. The unexpected pressure turned the lynx's muscles to jelly, his thrust becoming a slide and his tongue granting control of the kiss to Quinn.

Aubrey stilled to prevent himself going over the edge, but the brush of fox's finger, even through the sheath, pushed him over anyway. Collapsing onto Quinn's breast, the lynx tried to jam more of his length inside as he overflowed the sheath with seed. His scent overcame Quinn's, so he wormed his nose into the fox's armpit, where the subtle smell of sage resided.

The fox's snout replaced the paw on the lynx's ear, whispering, "Do you still want me to point out your imperfections?"

"'Don't come that fast', right?"

"No, that was a good first round." Quinn embraced the lynx with one arm as the other caressed down his back, panic flaring until he stopped on his stubby tail. "I just want to be in your sheath too and...you might not want to ram me in like you did into me."

"Oh, sorry, I-"

"You're fine."

After a few moments, Aubrey hoisted himself up, his never-softened cock slipping out to the tip. The foxhood twitched, aligning itself with the lynx's sheath, so all he had to do was hold it open and ease forward. He stretched effortlessly, yet tightly around the foxhood, trapping it with a usually neglected part of his cock-which was trapped on the other in Quinn's far wetter sheath. The exposed part of their dicks hugged each other, leaving little length unstimulated.

"Ahh, fuck." Quinn's fingers remembered their dance with the ears. "You're a fast lear-"

The slightest motion of the lynx's hips turned the fox's words into a needy exhale. And instead of trying to finish his sentence, he breathed in deeply through the boxers and quickly out his mouth.

After Aubrey pulled their cocks partly out of their new homes, he squeezed the center of their entwinement, then thrusted, the length not fitting and opposite of where the cocks hugged now having a paw stroking it. He repeated this with growing urgency, and the fox seamlessly joined the rhythm with bucks of his hips. His even breathing through the boxers became pants, his tongue lolling out until the lynx scooped it up into his own muzzle.

The foxhood throbbed against the lynx, who was determined to feel his sheath full of cum before he passed the brink himself, his fingers playing with the foxhood more than his own cock. He succeeded in nearing Quinn to orgasm, but forgot that in doing so his knot inflated, mashing against Aubrey's sensitive barbs. Instantly and with a drawn out mewl, he was dumping another load into the fox-whose palpable heartbeat drew out the euphoria as the seed ran out of his sheath, down his thighs, and onto the sheets.

This time when the lynx slumped onto Quinn, he was met with laughter instead of whispered words. "Did you just come twice before I came once?"

"Looks like I get to play Liu Kang."

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," the fox rambled. "I was admittedly only a hair's breadth away and, well, I used an opposite strategy as you: I jerked off this morning. So, like, it's not your fault and I'm really sorry."

"Too little, too late."

Quinn's ears flattened. "But I'm really really sorry," he whined.

Aubrey stopped the fox's attempt to remove his blindfold. "Don't care, you made a promise and you broke it. But I will do one thing for you." He shuffled down until the foxhood-now engorged and crimson-was before him and licked the tip, the bitter pre hitting his tongue before the tangy flesh.

"Is that your tongue or a really wet, calloused paw pad?"

"You think I have calluses?" The lynx circled around the urethra with his soft paw pad. "All I do in my freetime is play games with you."

"So that was y-holy fuck I'm in your maw."

"Mmhmm," the lynx said around the foxhood halfway in his muzzle.

"I'm so close. You don't need to swallow, just..."

After one bob, swirl of his bumpy tongue, and squeeze of the inflating knot, Aubrey's mouth welcomed the musky sweet flavor of cum to the tune of the fox's moans. In the middle of swallowing, another jet released, forcing him to pull off and have the next spray on his face. He pumped the rest out with his paw, disappointed that they didn't reach his lips so he could lick them off. Instead the cum pooled with the rest on Quinn's crotch.

As Aubrey leaned down to clean it all up, he shucked the fox's blindfold off, greeted by eyes far gentler than he remembered. Each lap of the fluids tasted of both of their cum which, while not as pleasant as Quinn's alone, still drove him to not miss a single drop. Soon, only the sheath was dirty and the lynx delved inside-bitter, but palatable; fortune did not grant them both delicious seed.

Finished, Aubrey slid up to kiss the fox, but Quinn dodged, then licked the sticky spots off his snout and petted his ears. The lynx's head slackened in the fox's paws, who laid it onto his shoulder. Aubrey purred powerfully enough to resound through both of their bodies. The fox couldn't join, but the rise and fall of his chest-and thus the lynx-synced with its tempo.

This part was going exactly as Aubrey had envisioned for the past month, save for Quinn's scent denoting his maleness-which wasn't a bad thing. While the lack of breasts was initially a negative, it allowed them to snuggle flat against each other, the toastiness cozier than the lynx had ever experienced. His mind drifted, thinking of nothing except how he wanted to stay like this forever, and almost fell asleep.

"That's enough cuddling." Quinn tried to rise, but the lynx kept him weighed down. "We need to get back to more important things now."

Not wanting to end his purr, Aubrey only lifted up and glared at the fox.

"We can cuddle all you want tonight."

"I need a nap," the lynx said, only briefly interrupting his rumbling.

"Fine, I'll play without you."

Aubrey nestled into the fox's neck. "Good luck with that."