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The Long Gift 4--Separation Anxiety By Zmeydros AKA Lucien Quinn AKA Alexi Tishen.

The next morning, Jaime wakes up in Kurt's arms. He feels safe at first, but thoughts of Leneth start to surface and a feeling of helplessness entraps him. Of all the terrible things that could happen to him, this has to be near the top of the list. He can't even call her to find out if she's okay. It's ridiculous--his inner ranting is disrupted by the sensation of something hard pressing against his ass. A fierce blush appears on his face when he realizes that it's Kurt's morning wood. Jaime starts to frown when he realizes that Kurt probably won't even have time to play with him before Kurt leaves for his parents' house.

When Kurt wakes up, he gives Jaime a squeeze. "How's my handsome cum sucker doing this morning?"

Jaime just laughs in response.

"Hmm, I might still be dreaming for all I know." Kurt nips at Jaime's neck. "Can you feel that?"

A little eep comes from Jaime before he giggles.

"Well, we know you're not dream--AAH!"

Before Kurt can finish his sentence, Jaime squeezes Kurt's tail. "We know you're not--AH!"

Kurt sits up quickly and pushes Jaime to the edge of the bed while Jaime's talking. "I win!" He chuckles as he runs to the restroom.

It takes a minute for Jaime to stop giggling at their combined antics.

When Kurt gets out of the restroom, he looks at the clock. "I better get ready to go."

"I wish you didn't have to go so soon," Jaime says, peering over the futon at Kurt's body.

"Me too. I dreamed about rubbing our dicks together while we were giving a speech about penguins in sociology class."

Imagining the scenario, Jaime laughs hard and soon Kurt is laughing with him. Once Jaime recovers, he blushes. "I really want to try that."

A wry smile appears on Kurt's face. "Giving a speech about penguins in sociology class?"

Jaime giggles. "I meant the first part."

"I think it would feel really good. The word for it starts with an 'F.' Kurt's eyebrows furrow as he tries to remember the word.

"Fucking?" Jaime offers with an impish grin.

Kurt chuckles. "Good one... F-fellatio?"

"No, that's sucking on someone's cock. I think it's called frottage and I think it applies to other types of sexual rubbing as well." Warmth rushes to Jaime's crotch as he thinks about jumping off the bed and starting to grind his crotch against Kurt's. Why does this tiger have to leave him right after they added benefits to their friendship again? If only Leneth was here to satisfy his needs.

"I remember now. Some people just call it 'frot' for short. Something about the shortened version seems uncool, and much less French, though..." Walking into the bedroom, Kurt gets a change of clothes. "I need a shower; do you want to use the restroom before I start?"

With a twinkle in his eye, Jaime says, "You can start. If I need to use it, I'll just have to chance seeing you naked."

"Oh, heh, I forgot about our new sexier friendship for a moment." Kurt walks into the bathroom, turns on the water before stepping back into the hallway. "I'm guessing that you feel the same way I do, that you want to do more stuff when I get back?"

The way Kurt's ears are standing straight up in excitement is endearing. "Yeah, unless Leneth doesn't want me to. I highly doubt she'll mind. I'm half expecting her to ask me if you would want to join us sometime."

The moment Jaime finishes his sentence, Kurt's ears fold down slightly and his tail kinks in surprise. "Wow! I never thought of that. I'm not sure what to say other than you're right. She's got more kinks than a worn-out steel cable."

Jaime laughs. "You might as well think about it while you're with your parents. Who knows what Leneth will say. She surprises me at least once a week. I think it could be fun, myself."

"I'll think about it, but not now. Masturbating makes showers take longer." Kurt smirks and then gets into the shower.

Noticing that Kurt left the door to the bathroom open, Jaime smiles--they're both comfortable with where their friendship has gone. He's going to try to keep the sexual side of their relationship going this time. It isn't as awkward as it was when they first tried it. If only he could share this new development with Leneth. She'd probably get turned on the moment he started describing what they did last night. How can he spend the next one or two days waiting for her to return when he has almost nothing to distract him? He might start pulling out his hair, or cry uncontrollably, or both. It's not that he's a worrier; he's pretty sure this situation could drive almost anyone to panic.

Maybe she'll be back tomorrow and he won't get to that point. A deep sadness pools within him and he slumps into the futon. If he only had some schoolwork left to turn in, or some special project for a friend... Updating his sona. He might be able to finish before Leneth gets home if he starts right now. Getting off the couch, he pours a glass of orange juice and sets it on the end table. Then he turns the futon back into a couch and gets his netbook. After he's comfortable, he opens his netbook and starts pounding out some details.

At first, he thinks about changing the color of the cheetah spots and fur, but it just doesn't seem like enough. Turquoise fur might look cool. He wants something interesting. Something that might give him some fun RP options... A herm, but without breasts so he could surprise people. The color still puzzles him. Maybe more orange than yellow? Yeah, more like the color of Kurt's fur, but with cheetah markings. It's a more classy change than being turquoise. He'd prefer to look more natural if possible.

That's not unique enough yet. He wants his new sona to really stand out. What if he was a hybrid of two or three different species? The possibilities are intimidating, but if he gives himself some time, he might come up with something cool. Once he's gotten his thoughts down, he starts browsing his FA favorites for inspiration. It's hard to concentrate on creating his sona instead of his building erection. When he's about six pages into his favorites, he hears a chuckle from Kurt.

"Feeling sexy this morning, are we?"

Jaime sees Kurt's grin and giggles. "Yesterday Leneth asked me what I'd want to be if I could be a fur, and I realized that my sona needs to be updated. He just doesn't fit me that well anymore."

"I want to see what you come up with when I get back." Kurt holds up a finger. "But I already know that shi's going to be a herm."

Jaime blushes and nods.

"Cool, I was thinking that would fit you better. I don't know whether I'd want to be a herm, but I think it would be fun to try out once or twice. I could stop wondering what the ladies feel when I'm sexing them." Walking around the dorm room, Kurt gathers together some of his belongings and puts them in a large hiking backpack.

For some reason, Kurt's statement causes Jaime to squirm. Sucking cocks is fun, but getting them stuck in your vagina has to be even more fun. "I really want to know that too," Jaime says, looking at Kurt's crotch.

Jaime's words are lost on Kurt, who's looking for his cellphone charger. When he knocks over a pile of DVD's with his tail, he tries to catch some of them. "Shit!" he exclaims as half the pile still makes it to the floor.

The surprised expression on Kurt's muzzle causes Jaime to smile. He looks so cute right now. "I'm going to clean up our room while you're gone."

"That would be great and I'll give you some head as payment." Kurt smirks as he stacks the DVD's on the end table again.

Laughter shakes Jaime as he enjoys the wrongness of Kurt's running joke. "You just want to break the law, don't you?"

"Of course! Kinky breaking of laws is one of my specialties." Spotting his cellphone charger underneath some papers, Kurt says. "There you are!"

"Isn't that the third time you've lost it this month?"

"The fourth, don't understate my fuckuptitude." As if to accentuate his point, Kurt knocks the stack of DVD's over again with his backpack as he puts his charger inside. "Failing on all cylinders today."

Jaime slaps his leg from laughing so hard. A few seconds later, Kurt cracks up and starts to belly laugh. When Jaime recovers, he says, "You better go before you damage something expensive. Those DVD's are the first thing I'll clean up while you're gone."

"Yeah, I've got everything I need now. I just hope my grandma doesn't happen to see the fleshlight I packed." Kurt walks over to the coat closet and sets his backpack down.

With a giggle, Jaime says, ^^"You worry about the strangest things. She probably won't even go in your room."

Putting on his boots and coat, Kurt says, "She's the most curious cat on this planet. If I don't watch her, she'll go through everything in this pack. She's proof that curiosity doesn't make a habit of killing cats."

With a giggle, Jaime says, "Good one!"

"Thanks, at least I got my punchline to work. I was beginning to wonder if I was stuck in one of those dreams where something really annoying that you can't prevent keeps happening over and over again. Like the time I dreamed that I couldn't stop a bottle of pop from falling and hitting me in the face." Feeling his pockets, Kurt checks to see if he has all his essentials.

"Isn't that the time you drank too much at a party and passed out on the kitchen floor? I think you told me you woke up to find a two-liter bottle pressing against your face." Jaime smirks at the memory.

"Oh, yeah, I think that's the last time I let myself drink till I passed out. I hope that keeps being the last time." Opening the door, Kurt says, "On that happy note, I'm finally leaving."

"I'll cross my fingers and hope your grandma stays out of your stuff. See ya." Jaime waves.

Kurt turns to leave, but then he looks at Jaime. "Call me if you want to talk. I'd be happy to be distracted from the suburbian hell my parents call home." He turns back around and closes the door on his tail. "FUCKING DAMN SHITTY FUCK SHIT!" Opening the door, Kurt pulls his tail through and shuts it again. He stomps down the hall.

Jaime wonders if Kurt will make it to his car alive. At this rate, that tiger is probably going to slip on the ice and--A cold chill runs down Jaime's spine as he remembers hitting the ground yesterday. Is he really alive? Did he die in Leneth's car? Is he a zombie or something? If what he experienced in that car wasn't the last few moments before death, he doesn't know what it was. He probably was bleeding inside his skull. People die from four-foot falls, and his head fell more than four feet right onto ice-covered concrete.

Trying to think about something else, Jaime starts cleaning the apartment. The cold chill leaves him as he organizes games and DVD's, wipes down counters and tables, gets all the clothing off of the floor and into hampers, and throws out packaging for stuff he and Kurt bought off the internet. When he gets to the dishes, he wrinkles his nose. Some of this stuff is still left over from the week before finals. Grabbing a trash can, he starts dumping plate after plate of forgotten food.

Washing the dishes goes pretty well, but his hands are really pruned up by the end. Do Kurt's hands prune up under his fur when he washes a bunch of dishes or swims for a couple hours? He might not even notice that sort of thing... The apartment isn't perfect, but Jaime deems it good enough for today and goes back to his netbook.

A few hours later, he rubs his eyes and looks outside. It's getting dark already. Fuck winter! He wants to go on a walk now that he's been sitting in front of a computer for hours, but by the time he gets his skinny ass out there so he can freeze it off, the sun will already be down. With a sigh, he checks his campus email and is surprised to find that his history teacher for next semester is already emailing his students. His email contains a detailed syllabus for the class. This professor even has suggested reading for doing better on the tests in this email. It looks like the first segment of the class is mostly about about ancient India.

Just as thoughts of Leneth start creeping up on him, he decides to make a trip to the library. It may not be fun, but getting a head start on his history class could give him a lot less to worry about next semester. He needs as many things to occupy him as possible.

The trip to the library is uneventful and he gets there an hour before it closes. It's only five days till Christmas and today is the last day the library will be open. Working as fast as he can, he manages to find four of the books the professor suggested. He checks the books out and takes them back to his dorm room. Once he's back inside and has his winter attire off, he sighs in relief. It's not as cold outside as it was yesterday, but it's still way too cold for him.

He starts reading the thickest book. Two hours later, he wakes up and sees the book on the floor. Some of the stuff in there was interesting, but the writing style is a bit too boring for him. He'll have to read this book in small doses. Listening to video game music might help him stay awake... He turns on iTunes and sets it to play random tracks from his Final Fantasy music collection. This time he picks up the thinnest book. Fifteen minutes later, he feels his eyes start to droop and puts it aside.

This is unusual; normally he can stand to read boring stuff longer than that. Maybe he didn't get enough sleep last night. Oh well. He puts the books on one of the the now clean end tables and starts working on his sona again. He's narrowed the possible species to hybridize with down to bunny, dragon, horse, hyena, giraffe, or wolf. The horse, giraffe, and wolf are cool because of their cocks, but the rest of them he likes for completely different reasons.

After a half hour of trying to decide, he only manages to toss out bunny, because he just doesn't think bunny ears would work on a cheetah. The moment he drops bunny as a possibility, something occurs to him. Maybe he should drop the cheetah part. Bunnies are a lot like him, cuddly, submissive most of the time, easily frightened, cheery, and nimble. He could have a horse cock to represent how sexual he is...

Wait! He could have a sona that could morph between a horse form and a bunny form or anywhere in-between. That way, if he's feeling dominant, he can turn into a stud and if he's feeling submissive he could be a bunny. But he needs a tail that would be fun... He could have a cheetah tail and cheetah markings. What a crazy sona. He may as well be able to take on cheetah traits as well. A sona he can't get bored with. This is at least worth writing down.

It takes him a hour to write all the details down because a backstory pops into his head while he's writing down other stuff. His sona's a genetic experiment that was deemed a success. After he turned twelve, he was let out of the lab and raised like a normal child. Every once in a while, he'd have to visit the lab for some tests. He was teased as a kid for being different, but he often played pranks to get back at the other kids because of his ability to take on three really different forms. For a while, he even convinced his classmates that he was three different people. Then Jaime starts drawing on his own life for background. He didn't know he liked men until he roomed with a really hot male fur. He's into computer modeling and wants to design stuff for movies and TV shows. His favorite color is turquoise and his favorite composer is Nabuo Uematsu.

Soon he reaches a point where the ideas stop flowing. He has stuff worked out, but he wants to run all this by Leneth to see what she thinks. His heart starts beating faster. It's been about twenty-four hours since he last saw or heard her. He's a lot further along with his sona than he planned to be, and now all he has are video games and some books that may bore him to death if he's not careful. This sucks.

She looked like she was in so much pain... Tears start streaming down his cheeks when he remembers her pained yelp. He knows nothing about where she is or what she's doing. Just trusting that she will return isn't going to work for him. His cousin never returned from that trip she took to California. All his relatives cried when they found out that she had OD'd on heroin. The funeral was so quiet, so full of sadness. If something happens to Leneth on her trip, will she just disappear? No funeral, no one to say goodbye?

The thought causes him to feel sick. He's got to get a hold of himself. He's never worried like this. But he's never been in love like this. It hurts so much not knowing if she's okay. Making fists, he pounds at the futon as if it will magically agree to bring her back just to stop his onslaught. Anyone that would make her cry like that deserves a good punch to the face. Why has God, the universe, the flying spaghetti monster done this to him?

It takes him a whole hour to calm back down. In this time his mind flashes back to the moment where he thought he was dying, Leneth crying, his fall, all the things that Leneth didn't say. Only when his hunger distracts him does he gain some footing against his worry. Weakly, he walks over to the kitchen and heats up the leftover pasta from last night.

Some joy comes from eating and he starts to feel better. The microwavable pancakes he had for brunch weren't enough. He really needs to take better care of himself. Not eating enough will make things even harder. Once he's done with the pasta, he feels that he needs a bit more food. He gets a slice of wheat bread and spreads hummus on it. Then he cuts up a bit of broccoli and sprinkles it on top. His simple creation tastes great and he ends up having another slice.

Now that he's full and satisfied, he feels like playing some more Dragon Age. He puts the game in and grabs a controller. A bit after midnight, he gets to a good stopping point and goes to bed.

* * * * *

When he wakes up, he looks at his alarm clock. It's 6:17 AM and he's still really tired. A sudden wave of emotion washes over him. He can't remember his dream, but the feeling that Leneth is in danger is causing his chest to tighten and his breath to catch in his throat. There's nothing he can do. This is just a feeling. He needs to go back to sleep. The pounding of his heart denies him sleep and he lies in bed, taking deep breaths trying to calm himself. Just as he's about to panic, his love for her pushes back his anxiety.

She told him she would be back and he needs to take her at her word. If there's one thing he's sure of it's that she's not insane and that she knows the danger of what she's doing. Leneth didn't seem scared when she told him she'd have to be away; maybe a bit nervous, but he couldn't see fear in her eyes. If he stays calm and finishes work on his sona, he'll have something to show her when she gets back. Panicking won't solve anything.

He rolls onto his side and closes his eyes. A couple hours later he wakes up and goes about his day. He manages to read some of his history books and work more on his sona. Then he plays some more Dragon Age and gets through a couple follower quests. Around four in the afternoon, while he's trying to kill a bunch of resilient Dark Spawn with an annoying caster supporting them, his cellphone rings. For a moment he considers not answering, but he decides that he needs to pause the game to think of a new strategy anyway.

When he looks at his phone he nearly falls off the couch. Leneth is calling him? "H-hello?" His voice cracks with emotion.

"I knew I said I wouldn't be able to contact you, but I convinced them to let me... How are you?" Her voice sounds clear, but there's a slight distortion every few seconds.

"I almost had a panic attack or something about you this morning, but I'm okay now. Are you?" The moment he asks the question, he finds himself not wanting to wait for the answer.

"Yes, I think they'll see things my way once they check some stuff out. If they don't, I'll try again. I won't leave until I've done everything I can to convince them." Her voice is full of determination.

He lies back on the couch and puts the controller on the end table. "I bet they've never met someone as stubborn as you. Remember when that one professor told you that you had to rewrite your entire ten-page paper because you didn't follow his exact assignment?"

She giggles. "Yeah, I wrote a three-page paper on why I thought I shouldn't have to rewrite my paper. At the end I said something like 'You said you want creativity from your students, but making me rewrite this paper proves you do not follow your own statements. I took a chance in creatively interpreting your assignment and if you think it's fair for me to be punished for that, I'll rewrite the paper, but I will lose trust in you and I won't recommend your class to my friends. I think you're a good professor and I enjoy your class. Please allow that statement to continue being true, just like your statement about creativity.'"

"You did it again." Jaime chuckles.

"What?"

"You said that the word 'like' but went on to quote what you wrote exactly. I could check to make sure, but we both know I don't need to." He smiles.

"Oh, yeah, I guess I did. If only I could always remember what professors say that well." Her voice trails off.

"I think you do sometimes. If you're interested, you remember way more than anyone I know."

She remains silent.

This conversation is so awkward. She can't tell him the things he wants to know, and asking her isn't going to get them anywhere. "I love you."

Her voice shakes as she responds. "I love you so much. It's only been a day, but I don't know how much longer I'll have to stay here and that makes me miss you more."

Suddenly, the nature of the distortion in her voice hits him. It sounds like a recording that is being sped up and then slowed down repeatedly. What on earth would cause that? "I miss you too... Oh! Are you in a place where I can talk about sex openly?"

"As long as you don't mind that our call is being monitored." A slight excitement is in her voice as if she thinks it's fun to have someone listen in.

"I don't care. My bisexuality is no secret. Anyway, I sucked Kurt off last night and then he blew me. It was awesome." Jaime blushes as he thinks about it.

Some rustling at the other end of the phone happens before Leneth speaks. "Oh, that's really hot. I wish I was there. Tell me more details."

"I wish you were here too." He goes into all the details of what he did to Kurt, and about two-thirds into his explanation, he hears Leneth start moaning. There's a wet sucking sound on her end. "Are you masturbating?"

"AAH! Yes, yes I am. Continue." She moans.

His penis pulses against his jeans, begging to be released. "One moment." Getting up, he strips naked and grabs a bottle of his favorite hand lotion. Then he lays out his long-sleeve shirt on the couch and sits on it. As he describes the rest of his time with Kurt, he imagines her next to him masturbating. His hand flies up and down his shaft as his body tingles from pleasure. "I'm close!"

"OH! Me too!" She pants into the phone.

The moment he finishes describing how Kurt swallowed his seed, Leneth screams in pleasure. He cums with her, shuddering and moaning while moving his hips back and forth as pleasure ricochets within him.

They just pant for a moment, basking in afterglow. Leneth speaks first. "Give me a sec, I came all over my belly."

An image of Leneth with a hard fox cock pops into his head, and his penis starts to harden again. "I love it when you tease me like that."

Leneth giggles. "I know. I do have to clean up, though. Don't change the channel, your regularly scheduled Leneth will be back soon."

He hears her leave and then he hears some water running. A minute later he hears Leneth talking to someone and barely makes out some of her words. The other person is speaking in something that sounds vaguely like Icelandic. "...can talk to him without... No, I was just teasing... not done talking to him... no, you listen..." The one speaking in an odd tongue yells at Leneth. Then both Leneth and the mystery person are speaking in the mystery language. It takes a couple minutes for both of them to calm down.

When Leneth picks up the phone again, she sounds annoyed. "Only got another ten minutes or so out of them."

His heart starts beating faster when he realizes that he's going to lose her again. "Is there any doubt that they will let you return?"

"None, I haven't done anything wrong, but let's not talk about them. Tell me how updating your sona is going."

"Awesome so far. I've figured out that I want to be able to shift between three different species, but the rest of it will be a surprise." He smiles as he thinks about his progress.

"Oh, that's really cool... I wish you could get Craddier-Zimblast syndrome or something so that you could be a fur." She has another verbal match with the person on her end.

The thought causes him to grin. "That would be awesome! I wish more was known about it so they could give it to people on purpose. Slowly transforming into a fur without that much pain would be the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't even care if I lost a few weeks of my life or estranged some of my friends. I read that people who catch it are more healthy and live longer."

She giggles. "You'd go through just about anything to be a fur and I love you for that. It makes me feel even more special."

"Yeah, there isn't much I wouldn't do, other than hurt other people. I don't want it bad enough to do that."

"I love your human body, but if you ever became a fur, I'd love you just as much, though you'd be happier, so I'd be happier too. Who knows, they're making huge strides in genetics. You might get your wish sooner than you think." Her voice is full of hope.

His heart melts at her sentiment. "I love you."

Her voice is full of joy. "I love you too, I should go now. I'm feeling optimistic about being back in the next couple days."

"Cool, bye!"

"See ya." She hangs up.

Worry has left Jaime almost completely. The only odd thing is her random mention of CZ syndrome. They haven't talked about that since they were first dating and he's the one that brought it up. She had him work on his sona and then mentioned CZ syndrome. If there's a connection, he has no idea what it is. Medical science isn't anywhere near being able to do what that syndrome does and he's sure that no one knows how to cause it to happen on purpose. If they did, there would be soldiers with genetic modifications fighting wars. Healthier stronger soldiers is something the government wouldn't pass up.

What language were they speaking anyway? He's never heard anything quite like it. The only thing that comes to mind is Icelandic, which he heard on a documentary about genetic studies. The population of Iceland happens to be ideal for finding links to genetic disease because they are so isolated. Have any of them caught CZ syndrome?

He has no idea how he'd search for that. CZ is so rare and non-harmful that little is known about it. There isn't even a foundation for studying it, well, last time he checked there wasn't, though there are special clinics for people who get it... His mind drifts back to the conversation Leneth had with the mystery figure, but then he gives up. He can't even remember one word of the odd language. The sounds are just too foreign. Even what Leneth was saying in English is a bit unclear.

The one thing that she said to whoever that he finds the most interesting is when she said that she was just teasing. The only thing she teased him about was having a cock. Why would she have to even explain herself unless she actually does have a hidden cock? Why would they care if she revealed that?

His penis throbs at the thought of a sheath and penis pushing out of Leneth's crotch just above her plump pussy lips. A quiet hope that she has one smolders in the back of his mind. He can't fully grasp this hope because it's a bit too unlikely. It's similar to the hope he had that the second sequel to "Meet the Parents" movie would be as good as the original. He never actually saw "Little Fockers" after Kurt gave him his review. What was it that Kurt said? "Here's my review. Don't ever watch it unless someone points a gun at your head and you're absolutely sure the gun is loaded."

Jaime laughs to himself. He's going to have to get Kurt to start a review blog or something. That tiger could probably make a lot of money from posting his commentary. Putting a note about this on his to-do list, he thinks about how he's going to pass the time until Leneth comes back. He needs more activities.

Jaime spends the next two days doing a pretty good job occupying his time. He finalizes his thoughts on his sona, reads a good amount of his history books, and practices some 3D modeling by generating models of his sona in a couple different forms. Each time he works on his sona's genitals, he gets really aroused, and when he models his sona with a nice thick horsecock, he has to masturbate again.

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