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No corrections yet, nor anything special into it...this is the first Yaoi story I've written forever, with two of my OCs. I've tried fitting in a first-person style like in Meeting of a Werewolf, while holding a kind of romantic feel to the thing. Any comments over this?

Thanks for reading me, anyway. :3

"You're...sure of what you're saying?"

In the few months that I've been knowing him, I never seen Devon blushing this much. He looked like embarassed, cheeks flushing a deep red colour. His skin, being darker than mines, wasn't used to blushing.

"Yes, I'm sure..."

Everyone that knew Devon even the slightest would know that he's quite an easy-going and funny guy, noticing how laid back he is after spending only a short while around of him. Even though being a rather good sportman, Devon is a sweet and caring guy under his jockish appearance. He's far from focusing his mind mainly around of cars, girls and sports; he have his very own liking of video games and things some would consider geeky. He also enjoy cooking quite a lot, and tons of different music styles.

"..."

A sigh? That...isn't a good sign. He's a very open-minded guy, almost sounding like perfect in some ways, but like everyone I know, he have his own bad-sides. He's usually a calm and cool guy, able to take a lot without flinching, but he have such a short-temper when it comes to certain subjects. And whenever he's angered, he tend to become more rough, more...sarcarstic and less caring with his words, even becoming a bit violent in some cases. Not with his friend though, mind me.

"Are you mad?.."

He looked like unsure of what to reply, his gaze still intense and searching for any kind of eye contact with me. My own gaze was low though, staring down at his bare, kind of hairy feet. Something I like a lot about him is exactly the fact that he's kind of furred all over. Sure, it adds some cuteness, reminding me of a big and cuddleable teddy bear, but what I really like is that he's natural; he doesn't shave because of sports, or whatever reason. It's rare in these days that you'll see a jock who's not shaving at all.

"I...no, I'm not mad. It's just..."

My breathing calmed down a bit at hearing that he wasn't mad, my gaze slowly and carefully moving back up his body. I couldn't help but to examine the older boy standing in front of me while doing so. His legs were rather hairy, the hair rising slowly up to his muscular thighs. From there, the rest was hidden by his grey sport shots. The short pants did not hide the maleness bulge at the front of his crotch, its cords spreading around of it lazily. It was obvious that he was packing a nice size inside of there.

"It's just...Hm?"

Devon usually would walk around shirtless while inside, showing off his well built, furry upper-body without much pride. Neither Sasha nor me would mind, understanding that our friend was feeling trapped inside of his clothes. He was kind of a wild man, and I guess that I was liking it.

"Well..."

His usually bare chest was covered by a black tank top today. The fabric of the garment a bit tight on his heaving torso every times he would breath in and out, the lower part stretching nicely over his abs and down to the waistband of his shorts.

"What?"

Noticing his arms crossed on his chest, I finally reached for his face level. His gaze was intense yet serious, purple eyes staring at me in such a confused way that I started feeling kind of bad about whatever I was doing. Why did I put him through this?

"You...you know what I mean. Is this some kind of bad joke? Are you really making fun of me?"

What the hell...was he talking about? Why would I be making fun of him? And in that subject, most of all. I understood why his gaze was so intense right now; he must of been feeling sad. But why?

"Are you listening to yourself, Devon? I...I came out to you, and you would believe that its bullshit?"

He must of noticed my very own gaze, because he frowned a bit, as if taking a hold of himself. The light inside of his eyes was slowly coming back, brightening his face some. He looked way more handsome while smiling! And we slowly were achieving this simple goal.

"...so, you're not making fun of me? Sasha didn't asked you to?"

Sasha? What the fuck, why would she ask me to play this kind of trick to him? Now that he looked less sad, I was able to examine his face better. For the time I've known him up to now, I never seen him changing much. He've always been having the same haircut, his hair kind of short while his bangs are a bit longer. He was throwing them backward some and allowing them to look kind of wild, parts of them ruffled in every directions. Linked to his hair and going down his cheeks were short and thin whiskers joining down on his chin in some kind of small goat. His eyebrows, a bit thick, but not too much, were of the same particular black, which was mixed up with some dark brown.

"...first of, why the hell would Sasha ask me to tell you that I'm gay? And second of, why would you even consider the idea that I may go play THAT kind of bad trick on you?"

Devon's intense gaze softened a bit more while looking at the distress growing in my eyes, understanding that I wasn't getting what he meant at all and that I was getting kind of scared. I wasn't getting scared of him; I was getting scared of his reaction. Even though it seems like the same thing, it pretty much was different in my head.

"I...okay, that was a stupid assumption of mines, but...but WHY? Why are you telling me this now, out of all time?.."

His own eyes were giving out his distress, his fear...and it was making me nervous. More than I thought it would. Was he planning to snap out or something? Or maybe to leave..?

"Because I can't...I can't hide it anymore to you, alright? It's so freaking hard to think that I may lose my best friend because...because of THAT, exactly. I did my best to gather enough courage to tell you about it, expecting anything but a good reaction...and wasn't I right?.. Aren't you going to leave, now that you know?"

The words describing my own fear flew out of my mouth while I slowly took a step back, to take a bit of distance in case that his reaction would happen to be as I thought. Devon blinked as answer though, as if he was growing confused once more.

"...talking about stupid assumptions, Jo...why would I be leaving because of a stupid reason like this one? You just caught me off guard; I wasn't expecting this..."

So, he really wasn't mad? It was true that I thought about him giving out stupid assumptions, while my own are far from better, yet...

"...and, you don't react much to it?.. I mean, I caught you off guard, but you won't be calling me a fag, a dick sucker or anything like that?"

His eyes grew wide right about now, as if bewildered by this other silly assumption. His gaze then grew a bit more firm, his arms uncrossing while Devon took a step toward me...it almost felt like threatening, the way his eyes were different.

"Jo, shut up, will you? You're my friend and I don't see why I would insult you!"

I took another step backward, my gaze trying to lower down but meeting clenched down fists...the view of them wasn't allowing me to keep my head down in shame, looking back up and distressed inside of my friend's eyes and wishing that he wouldn't hit me. Yet again...why would he be hitting me? He isn't threatening me, and he IS my friend...

"But...I..."

I wasn't able to reply anymore while feeling my back to press against the wall of the room, my eyes widening some. I would like to cover myself right now, to disappear inside of thin air and trying to be forgotten...but Devon wouldn't allow me, keeping on getting closer and closer.

"..."

My fears were unanswered once more as I felt his warm body softly pressing against of my own, locking me in place between him and the wall. His slightly wet chest against my own dry one, eyes closing for a bit while feeling the warmth of his breath to ruffle through my hair...I heard the hit a few seconds late, something heavy hitting the wall to the right of my head. I knew that it wasn't a bad-aimed punch...

"Devon...w-what?.."

My words were silenced as I felt his thumb holding on my chin gently, the fingers of his free hand holding my head in such a way that I wouldn't be able to move my gaze away from his, even if I was wishing to. A very soft moan of confusion came from me as I realized that closeness between both of us, a deep warmth flushing through my own cheeks...

"..."

What hit me next was something I didn't noticed earlier, something that I usually would seek for and secretly enjoy: the worked up scent of his trained body. I could remember that he happened over here this very same morning, only a hour or two ago, seeking for a glass of water after his daily morning jogging. The day was already started to him while I still was in pyjama pants, waking up only a bit before he came over.

"D-Devon!.. What...what are you doing?.."

No answer came once more and I was way too scared to open my eyes and see what he was planning. I could hear the fist placed next to my head to presses a bit harder against of the wall, a nervous gulp coming from me. Even though it wasn't the time, I couldn't help but to allow the closeness of his body to deliver more and more of his thick and masculine scent to my sense of smell, moaning lowly once more. His scent was far from being disgusting, to me. I always heard that the scent of sweat coming from a male was rarely good enough to be enjoyed, but his own was simply...throwing my mind away. It was still fresh and wet, kind of salty and spicy aroma mixing in with his very own rich musk...how else could I describe it other than Devon's? It was charming...

"Jo, please, open your eyes..."

He finally spoke out to me, my mind quickly rushing to an answer. It wasn't the smartest one, but I could hear him giggle some at it.

"N-no! I...I don't want to..."

After yet again another giggle, he spoke with a still soft voice...it wasn't helped that his fist was still pressed right next to my head, very close to my ear, and almost crunching the wall behind of me. Maybe he was nervous? But, nervous about what?

"...you're gay? Fine! But I'm not cute enough for your taste?"

Hearing the sarcasm inside of his voice made me to smile a bit through the deep embarrass. He knew how to make me react...

"I never said that! I...I mean..."

I wasn't able to hold back anymore. My eyes slowly opened and carefully looked at the older boy's face, noticing that he was closer than I expected to me. His nose must of been a inch or two away from mines, his purple eyes looking inside of my own with a bit of light reflecting in his gaze. It was a proof that he really wasn't mad at me...but why was he staying so close?

"Now, that's better...I can see your beautiful blue eyes..."

Beautiful blue eyes? Is HE the one playing a prank on me right now? I wasn't sure about if I should be freaked out from his behaviour or actually happy, my eyes showing a complexity of confusion that looked like only amusing him.

"Beautiful eyes? Aw, come on, aren't you the one playing a prank on me, now..?"

Feeling his warm breath tickling my face some, I could smell the orange-flavoured mint he must of been suckling on since a while. I could hear him skipping a breath while looking in my eyes some more with the most serious look I could imagine coming from him, his lips parting as if wanting to speak, yet he held back and waited some. Waiting...but, why?

"..."

His thumb and index still wouldn't leave my chin alone while I would start blushing some. I felt like turning away, like...fleeing, but the fist next to my head and the computer desk to the other side really wasn't helping in my plans to escape.

"Devon, I..."

Somehow, I was absolutely sure that he was serious in his words...but why? Why now? As my mind would wander around, his earlier words came back striking.

"You're...sure of what you're saying?"

"Yes, I'm sure..."

"..."

Devon didn't gave me any time to think more, simply smiling down to me as I was realizing what he meant.

"Are you mad?.."

"I...no, I'm not mad. It's just..."

"It's just...Hm?"

It wasn't as if I was wishing to think any more than this, my eyes closing again while I smiled back to him, the red tainting my cheeks darkening some.

"Well..."

"What?"

"You...you know what I mean. Is this some kind of bad joke? Are you really making fun of me?"

What was the meaning of this, exactly? What bought us here, at this very moment? The only thing I was aware of, was his own warmth approaching me.

"Are you listening to yourself, Devon? I...I came out to you, and you would believe that its bullshit?"

"...so, you're not making fun of me? Sasha didn't asked you to?"

"...first of, why the hell would Sasha ask me to tell you that I'm gay? And second of, why would you even consider the idea that I may go play THAT kind of bad trick on you?"

No other senses were needed, no other words were either. I was simply happy right now, feeling a pure, relaxing kind of happiness bursting inside of my body at the very same time I felt his warm lips pressing against my own. I wasn't knowing of what Sasha had to do in this, and I wasn't caring either...

"I...okay, that was a stupid assumption of mines, but...but WHY? Why are you telling me this now, out of all time?.."

"Because I can't...I can't hide it anymore to you, alright? It's so freaking hard to think that I may lose my best friend because...because of THAT, exactly. I did my best to gather enough courage to tell you about it, expecting anything but a good reaction...and wasn't I right?.. Aren't you going to leave, now that you know?"

"...talking about stupid assumptions, Jo...why would I be leaving because of a stupid reason like this one? You just caught me off guard; I wasn't expecting this..."

My body was losing something precious, right now, to the one person I've had a crush on since over months. Some would think that we're going fast, but with all of the time we spent together, with...everything we learned of each others, it felt like I was knowing Devon since centuries now. As if...our hearts had been connected, and fate reunited us after all kind of hardships. There was something more to this though...as if I was finding back a lost lover that I never had. Everything came so naturally...our lips parting some while he'd tilt his head to the side a bit, his nose pressing onto my own as I felt his tongue entering inside of my mouth, welcoming it gladly with my own and allowing them to start a slow yet feral dance.

"...and, you don't react much to it?.. I mean, I caught you off guard, but you won't be calling me a fag, a dick sucker or anything like that?"

"Jo, shut up, will you? You're my friend and I don't see why I would insult you!"

"But...I..."

It wasn't before a minute or two that Devon parted a bit from me, the warmth of his face escaping my grip...he was back staring so intensely inside of my own eyes, a gentle, caring light appeared inside of them and told me everything he was thinking about...we were one right now. One, between two males, two friends...

"Shh...don't say a word, Jo...I'm glad that your feelings are the same as mines, I'm glad...not to feel this one-way only. Don't be ashamed, don't flee away from me...because all I want is your own good."

Believe me when I say that I never blushed this much before in my life. I never felt anything like this before, and now, I was absolutely sure of my feelings...and of my jock friend's, too. I stared into his eyes for a while, enjoying their purple colour in a delightful way...this was so perfect...

"So...you're too..? I couldn't expect something like this, even if coming from a mile away..."

The worries and confusion I noticed in his eyes earlier was now gone. All I could see was...love. Or at least, what I believed would be love...

"Heh...do you think I'd expect it any more than you do..? I thought that I was...alone in this, and yet, my best friend is too. I couldn't wish for more..."

He wasn't expecting this of me? Wait, really..? With all the stuff I'm looking up on my computer, with all the posters picturing men into my room, and that calendar with sexy werewolves in them...and he wasn't expecting this? I knew that he was a bit dumb sometimes, but not this much...

"Not expecting this...really?"

Devon lifted an eyebrow while slowly taking a step back. It was a noticeable movement...and yet, I wasn't expecting what followed. I felt the ground moving under me while my friend's strong arms were around of my waist again, his body spinning around and making us both fall down on the small bed now behind me. He fell down on top of me, chest pressing against my own while he stared into my eyes some more, chuckling lowly.

"Got ya, little boy..."

Little boy..? Hey! I was a bit too awestruck to answer properly at first, my hands moving to his chest and gripping on his wet tank top. I wasn't expecting to be so close to him, so fast...

"H-hey!...I'm not a...I'm not a little boy! Come on, get off me..."

It felt like my pleas were unheard while he deviously smiled down to me, moving his hands down along my back and reaching my butt, giving it a squeeze strong enough to make me squeak and moan some.

"Not a little boy, you say? Well, feels like you're reacting like one though..."

He teased me while giving one more tempting squeeze to my backside, another squeak escaping me while my face would flush a deeper tone of red than earlier. I must of been looking like a tomato or something, right now...but, wait...

"D-Devon!!...My...Your..."

I wasn't able to whisper out my words anymore while he realized what happened by himself, grinning down toward our groins while he stared at how my legs spread and gave place to his hips, wrapping around of his waist while he'd squeeze my ass some more. I could feel a slight bulge pressing against of me, a low gasp escaping me...

"Hm...what's wrong with this?...no, no, no, this can't do...we need to remove the pants, too..."

While I heard him mumbling this, I couldn't help but to gasp some more and squirm under him, feeling his hands moving away from my rear and actually reaching between my legs...

"H-hey! N-no...this is too sudden, Devon..."

...I was glad to see how he heard me now, simply giving me one of those 'Cool down, man' look before moving his hands back up and laying to both sides of my hand, simply smiling some at me. He looked like so amused...

"Ah? What are you saying..? You don't want good ol' Devon to take care of you, down there?"

What struck me this time was the fact that I was sure I once heard this very sentence before...as I realized what was wrong with it, I couldn't help but to frown and give one last jerk toward the right, actually finding myself able to roll around with him and be on top of him. It was no mystery that his groins were still pressing on my butt while I sat on them, holding both of his strong arms above his head...he wasn't struggling though, he even...laughed?

"You're suck a jerk! Come on, why the hell would you be using sentences from cheeky movies like those?"

His eyes were still on me while he couldn't help keeping on laughing some, not minding to be sat on and simply moving his pelvis back and forth slowly, making himself comfortable...and pressing who-know-what on my soft butt, through his shorts.

"...!"

I couldn't help but to groan as he didn't looked like paying attention to me, tightening the grip I had around of his wrists while strictly looking down at his face. He probably realized that I looked hurt some, because he stopped laughing and looked at me with the most serious face he could muster.

"I'm serious here...Has this all been an act, or..?"

Slowly, he shook his head while starting to smile a bit. I could feel his body shifting under my own while he sat up, his strong muscles not finding any difficulty in moving my weight. Soon enough, my hands were back on his chest, while his arms were around of me, holding me close...a throbbing warmth made me aware that he most probably got an erection from the 'teasing' I've been doing to him, and yet, he wasn't acting on it...at least, not anymore.

"Nah, this hasn't been an act...but you know...I'm such a dummy regarding anything too...cute, so I had to watch many movies and make myself aware of tricks to keep things going..."

Was he really serious about this? I knew that he had some kind of weird sense of humour, but I couldn't help it...I was remembering about all of the love I seen inside of his eyes, about...the kiss he gave me, in such a deep way. There was no way he was lying. I also was enjoying how close we were right now...even though he was all wet because he just finished his morning workout, the feeling of his slightly tensed and scentful body was oddly turning me on some...

"Oh...not surprising, really..."

It really wasn't. He was a smart guy, but...he also had his downs regarding that department, and love mustn't of been in his ups. He always had been a reserved guy regarding this, never speaking about his previous experiences and the such...

"Aw, it isn't..? Gimme some respect for that kiss, at least..?"

As he seen me frowning a bit, he must of thought that it hadn't been good...but seeing at how I then wrapped my arms around of his neck and brough him closer to my own face, he understood right away that I was missing the orangeful taste of his warm lips...he didn't pulled back while I stuck a soft, shy kiss on his lips, smiling at him some more.

"You're a good kisser, yeah...well, my first anyway, so, it's really just my opinion..."

Devon's eyes widened a bit while he heard at my words, before he grinned and squeezed me into his hold.

"I am, really..? Aw, if I knew, maybe I wouldn't of did that...who could even imagine losing their first kiss to me?"

I felt the sarcasm inside of his voice while he spoke, and he teasing grin he had glued on his face wasn't helping at all.

"I could, duh! And I'm glad that...well, you gave me yours, as well..."

His grin faded some while he tilted his head, blushing a bit. He was about to play the cool guy, I was certain about this...

"M-my first? Woah, what are you speaking about..? You aren't my first, Jo! Far...far from that!.."

It was no surprise that he was adorable even while trying to act cool, and, well, failing at it.

"Yeah, sure...if you say so, big boy."

So, what now? I wasn't sure anymore of what to add, and he wasn't looking like having any ideas either...I really couldn't help but to wonder about what would happen next, about what would happen...between us. Would things change? Or maybe would it stay the same..?

"Well...what about I borrow your shower for a bit, and then we...well, go out and speak some more about this..?"

The proposition was pretty tempting. It looked like he was ready to speak about it and try to understand our mutual feelings...nothing wrong could come out of this, right? And yet, I couldn't help but to blush some.

"But, Devon...you do realize that...we can only wash your clothes before or after you took that shower?...my clothes are a bit too small or you, and...well, you'd need to walk around...naked."

He smiled to me a bit more while grinding his hips against my own, making his maleness bulge to throb a bit more into his shorts. He looked like planning something...that would probably lead to something else, as well. Was I ready for this..?

"I don't mind, Jo...if you don't either at least. I wouldn't mind walking around naked, but...I'm not sure about if I'd be able to hold myself back then. I'm scared that I may do something wrong, and...go faster than you'd hope for..."

Indeed, I was right about his intentions and thoughts...and yet, was I ready for this?

"You're scared about that..? I...I don't think that you'd be forcing ANYTHING through me...I've been...wishing about this for a long while, now..."

...did I said that out loud? His smile only grew while he held around of my body a bit tighter, before finally unwrapping his arms and gently moving me to the side, standing up. Now I was sure that what I felt over my butt wasn't exactly just a maleness bulge...he must of been sporting something down there as well, probably wishing to give it its 'training', too...

"Okay, so, it's settled. But now...you have two choices, Jo...do you want us to...do it now, before I take my shower...or do you want to wait after it..? I've noticed how you've been sniffling at me since a while..."

This question caught -me- off-guard this time, my face burning in a crimson red flame while I'd look down...which wasn't any better, giving me a plain view of his bulging shorts. I wasn't any better though, my own jeans tenting a bit from the earlier teasing and grinding...I couldn't help myself though, before anything happen, I had to ask this.

"Wait...wait, Devon...I don't understand something...can you explain to me...what do Sasha have to do in this..?"