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A digital alarm clock released it's repetitive buzzing, still loud even muffled as it was by the shirt thrown over it. A black-furred paw reached out and slapped at it, finding the snooze button at last. Ten minutes passed, and the buzzing began again. This time, there was a loud thump as a rat rolled out of his bed and fell to the floor in his attempt to wake up. He rose groggily to his feet and threw the shirt off of his clock, fiddling for the correct button to shut it off for good. Once he did, he collapsed backwards and dozed off again, cushioned by the piles of clothes beneath him on his bedroom floor. It was another twenty minutes before an elderly, somewhat overweight and greasy-looking rat wearing jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt burst into the room.

"Qis. Git up, boy, you gonna be late."

A groan was the only response from the teenager. His father came forward and pulled his son to his feet sternly. Qis was dressed in a ripped pajama shirt and boxers.

"Gittup and git to school 'fore I take off my belt, boy," the elderly rat growled. It was obvious, from his tone and from past experience on Qis' part, that he was not joking.

With a low snarl of protest, Qis nodded and reluctantly trudged into his bathroom, throwing off his clothes as he went. He stepped into the shower and let the cold water wake him up. Once he was certain he wouldn't fall back into slumber right in the shower, he turned the water to hot. The warmth seeped into him as the hot water soaked his fur, and he couldn't resist - he sat down and sighed, relaxing as he often did on difficult mornings. He had been up late last night, finishing a history project he had long neglected that was due today. It was the best he could pull off in five hours time.

At the very least, I think I'll pass the course...I do pretty good on the tests. I usually pay attention in class, after all, except when I'm talkin' to Cam...

He grinned, thinking of the strong, athletic feline who had been his best friend since kindergarten, and who recently had become his crush. He didn't like thinking about Cameron the way he did at times, but it was unavoidable. He simple couldn't shake the attraction he felt for the smooth cat, from his silky white fur to his bright blue eyes...

Maybe I can't have Cam for real, but there's nothing wrong with imagining it...

As he had done countless times before, Qis fantasized about approaching Cameron and being accepted. In his mind, the two slipped into the janitors closet and pressed their muzzles together for a long kiss; while in reality, he sat in the shower breathing heavily as he stroked his erection. His daydream was really beginning to develop when -

"Qis! You think I can afford to let you shower for thirty fuckin' minutes? You're later then ever, now get out and get goin', or I swear I'll come in there and smack sense into that thick skull o' yours!"

Qis hurriedly squirted shampoo into his fur, lathered it and rinsed it in the space of a minute and a half. Then , he turned off the water and stepped out onto the cold linoleum floor, which lacked a bathmat. He grabbed a small towel, the only one in the room, and frantically dried off, which took him a few more minutes. Then he had to pull on jeans, find a clean shirt, and get his shoes on. By the time he got out to the car, his father was simmering with rage.

"Boy, I dunno what takes you so long, but if we had more time you'd really be in trouble. Hear me?" His father ended the wonderful speech with an incomprehensible grumble, though a reference to Qis taking after his mother was discernable.

Qis was content to simply nod, appearing obedient - however, his fantasies now depicted giving his father a punch to shut that fat mouth of his. He didn't do it, of course, but sometimes imagining it was just as good. And he was awarded the pleasure of watching his father struggle to make the rusty old 1987 Buick start up, muttering curses and jiggling the keys in the ignition. In the end, the engine just refused to start. The father looked at Qis like it was all his fault.

"Looks like you're walkin' - or runnin', more like. You're late, you little bastard, now git moving!"

Qis obliged, hopping out of the car and jogging off down the street towards Garrison High - some called it prison, but to him it was an escape. The insult didn't sting much (Qis knew he was a bastard child and didn't much care), but the complete lack of respect flared up his anger. He took it out on a can lying on the sidewalk, kicking it with the brutal force of an adolescent in need of a stress outlet. When he reached his school, sweating slightly and wishing he had remembered to put on some deodorant, he pushed through the front doors and then allowed himself to be searched by the security stationed at the entrance. One he was through that, he stalked over to his locker and threw his backpack into it. He had already missed most of his first period math class, so he decided to skip it and instead went into the boy's bathroom to cool off and clean himself up a bit after his run. Once he was convinced he didn't look and smell like a street person, he went to the cafeteria. He didn't have any money, but chatting with other "skippers" helped to calm him down. One even stole a soda from the vending machine for him, which he gratefully accepted before heading off to Second Period. History class.

The usuals went to their usual places - ambitious, participative achievers took the desks at the front, while those who didn't even really want to be here took their places at the back. Qis settled into the spot next to Cameron in the back corner, where they began to chat quietly as the teacher droned on monotonously about the Revolution.

"Hey, where were you this morning?" Cameron asked.

"Sleeping," the rat replied. "My dad fucking flipped."

"I'll bet he did, your dad scares the shit out of me," the cat said jokingly. "How many times has he threatened to punch you out, eh?"

He didn't like to keep secrets, but the fact that his father beat him was something he had never revealed to anyone, not even Cameron. Now, however, he felt it was a good time to be open.

"Lots. And there's a lot of times where he's done it, too."

Cameron laughed. "Yeah, right."

"Really...he had."

The feline grew more serious, cocking his head to one side. "Seriously?"

"Yeah."

Looking uncomfortable, Cameron ran a hand through his head-fur. "Wow...sorry, dude. I know he's an angry guy but I didn-"

"It's okay."

There was an awkward silence as each of the two boys pretended to be listening to the teacher. Qis, however, was sneaking glances at Cameron. Eventually, the rat spoke again, but it was just small talk.

"So, how's football going? You guys win last night?"

"We lost, and we're out of the play-offs. Fucking niners can't play for shit."

Qis nodded. There were a lot of younger boys on the team this year, and most had little to no experience.

"Well, at least next year, we'll be in Grade 11. You can play on the Senior Team."

The cat scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, and then Grade 12s can tell me I'm the one that can't play."

Silence fell over them once more.

After class, Qis, Cameron and a few others went out to a nearby fast food restaurant. Cam bought Qis a cheap meal, knowing the rat was always broke, and the cheery meal brightened both of their moods somewhat. Afterwards, they didn't see each other until school was out and both met outside, waiting for their buses.

"Hey, wanna come over tonight? We can watch a movie, play video games, whatever. You can have supper with us, too," Cameron suggested.

A grin lit up Qis' face. "Yeah, sure! I would probably need to be back home before it's too late so I can get up for school tomorrow, though..."

Cameron grinned widely. "Hello, Earth to Qis? Heard of Fridays? 'Cause you're in one."

The rat blushed slightly at his teasing. "Oh, right! Okay then!"

The two took the bus to Cameron's neighborhood, and from there walked to his house. As always when visiting Cameron, Qis couldn't help but feel out of place in such a nice area - he was used to the slummy streets of the city's downtown his father's house was close by to. Cameron, however, rarely took notice of this separation between them, and in fact often complimented Qis' own home (much to the joy of Qis' father).

They stepped into Cameron's house, which was a typical (if large) suburban home, and immediately began to snack on chips and other junk food as they competed in a variety of computer games. After they both tired of this, Qis phoned his father, who told him to come home when he wanted to, if at all. Having no objections, Qis hung up on him. A note on the counter told them that Cameron's parents were away on a business trip. The young cat called his mother's cell and received permission to have company. So that was settled.

By unspoken consent, they both seemed to agree that Qis was sleeping over. So, they kicked back to watch action movies until Cameron fell asleep on the couch. This left Qis alone with the sleeping feline, who breathing ever so softly, in a dark room at night, lit only by the shine of the TV screen as the movie came to an end.

He watched Cameron sleep for a while before he began to get hard. He didn't even realize it at first, but he was very aroused. When one's blood is flowing elsewhere then their brain, crazy and stupid choices tend to follow. Qis' choice was to tentatively reach out and rub the cat's firm butt. The tight jeans Cameron dressed in complemented his figure perfectly, and soon Qis was running his paws along the cat's legs as well. Cam rolled over in his sleep, the sudden move frightening Qis and making him jerk his hands back to himself. When he certain that Cameron was still sleeping, he took advantage of his new position, rubbing the cat's chest. He moved his paw down to the crotch of his jeans instinctively and rubbed, and suddenly he heard purring. They were coming from Cameron, and then he realized that the feline had developed a hard erection that bulged in his jeans. Qis' horror only grew as the cat opened his eyes to look right up at him.

"I was awake the whole time, genius."

Lost for words, Qis sputtered and stuttered over several incomprehensible excuses and apologies, wringing his paws in shock and worry.

"Shut up and keep rubbing me..." There was a strange glint in the cat's eye that told Qis to obey, not that he needed extra telling. He returned his paw to the cat's crotch, but this time he slipped it inside the jeans and rubbed the cock from outside of his boxers. Murring and whining in pleasure, Cameron sat up and spread his legs. Qis bent forward and clenched the zipper of the jeans in his teeth, a maddening drive pushing him forward to things he had only dreamt of doing. He used only his teeth to undo Cameron's jeans, pulling them down to his ankles where the cat easily kicked them off. There was an enormous bulge in the red silk boxers he wore, and Qis couldn't help but press his face into the inviting sight, deeply inhaling Cameron's thick musk. Pulling the boxers down with eager paws, he gazed upon his old friend's cathood. He had seen it before, in changing rooms and places like that, but never erect. The feline was enormous, and already there was pre leaking from the cock. Qis was sure his own cock was behaving likewise.

Cameron giggled a bit. "You're looking at mine...let's see yours, Qis."

The rat blushed slightly, but pulled his own jeans off, left only in blue cotton boxers with a few small rips. He pulled them down as well, revealing his long, thick ratmeat which was also oozing precum. Cameron licked his lips, then suddenly moaned as Qis rubbed their erections together in his paws.

"Qis..." Cameron was beyond further words, eyes closed in bliss. Qis' response was to lie down beside his friend, and groan a bit as he felt the feline's cock press into his leg. Cameron suddenly sat up and flopped down again the other way, reversing his direction - now the cat's face was level Qis' cock, and Qis was presented with Cameron's cock in front of his face.

"You're gonna like this..." the cat murmured, as he began to lick at the head of Qis' erection. Qis gasped, closing his eyes. Cameron teased the head with his tongue some more before taking the cock in his mouth and beginning to suck passionately, fondling the rat's balls with one paw.

Qis opened his eyes again, his breath coming in pants, and saw nothing but Cameron's thick cock in his face. He smelt nothing but the cat's heavy musk. And, without hesitation, he closed his mouth over Cameron's throbbing erection, repressing his gag reflex as the head of the cock hit the back of his throat. He sucked fervently, alternately rolling his tongue over the shaft and swallowing the pre that squirted out.

Cameron took his mouth off of Qis' member for a moment, gasping and purring deeply. "Shit, you're good..." That said, he once again pressed his mouth onto Qis' erection, lustfully taking the whole cock in his mouth. Qis bucked his hips, instinctively thrusting into the cat's throat, still sucking his friend off in return. Qis' paws gripped Cameron's ass tightly, caressing it's smooth firmness and occasionally stroking his sensitive tail. Cameron's own paws were reserved for Qis' balls, and he would also stroke him on occasion, the cock lubricated with pre and saliva. The two pleasured each other without restraint, each one breathing heavily and trying to hold back their own climax while urging on the other's.

Finally, Qis was drawn over the edge as Cameron began to swallow his cock. He exploded into the cat's mouth, moaning around the erection stuffing his own mouth. As the hot, milky cum filled his muzzle, Cameron squirted his own load down Qis' throat - the rat greedily swallowed every drop. As their orgasms subsided, they released each other's now over-sensitive cocks. It was a while before either moved, save for much panting, until at last Cameron turned around to crawl on top of Qis and snuggle into him. Then, he unexpectedly pressed his muzzle against the rat's to kiss him deeply.

Out of the two teens, only Cameron had yet had his first kiss, but it had not been as deep and passionate as this kiss was. Their tongues twirled and danced as they pressed their bodies together, Cameron's smooth white fur mixing with Qis' rough black fur. When at last Cameron broke the kiss, he left Qis breathless and speechless.

"I love you," the cat whispered.

Qis barely breathed out the words, "I love you too..." before falling asleep with his favorite cat cuddled into him. Cameron lay awake, enjoying Qis' breath and heartbeat against him before he too dozed off.