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Wow... huge delay getting this one finished. If I\'m honest, it was because I couldn\'t be arsed to write anything for a while... yeah... o.o anyways, enjoy reading... xD

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Dylan missed the bus that evening. It was his own fault… he had been lost in thoughts about Theo when he lost track of time. It wasn’t a problem, since his house was only a twenty minute walk from his school, but it was still irritating.

Why had Tom abandoned him with Wyatt like that? And why had Wyatt left as soon as he had been asked a simple question?

But the worst thing plaguing his mind were thoughts of Theo. Had he overreacted by storming out like that? Sure, Theo may have broken a promise, but it wasn’t a huge thing… Tom seemed fine with him being gay, and hadn’t told anybody else. In fact, Tom had been really supportive…

His left pocket suddenly exploded with noise as his phone began ringing. Dylan almost dropped the device as he snatched it hurriedly from his pocket.

“Theo?” Dylan practically yelled down the receiver as soon as he answered it.

“Umm… no… it’s Tom.”

Dylan’s chest heaved with a mix of relief and frustration. “Oh… hey.”

“So… did you talk to Wyatt at all?”

Dylan snapped, “Why the fuck is it so important that I talk to him?!”

There was a moment’s pause, and then he heard Tom clear his throat, “I… thought you knew... Well, Wyatt’s gay, see. He told me earlier on. And he’s really open about it too… so I thought that, maybe, if you got to know him it’d make you feel a little more confident about it yourself…”

Dylan wasn’t quite sure what to say. Why had he been so angry at Tom? His intention had been good! More than that, they’d been great. “Sorry I snapped at you… but you could have told me that!”

“Heh, sorry. So did you guys talk at all?”

“No… it was stupid. He ran off as soon as I asked him a simple question! It was like he was possessed or something.”

Tom laughed, “Don’t worry; I’ve heard weird stories about tigers.”

“Yeah I guess…”

There was a small pause, “So are you coming this weekend?”

“Coming? Coming where?”

“Angie’s party! I thought I told you that already?”

“No you didn’t! God Tom, you need to make a list of what you’ve told me and what you haven’t from now on!”

They both laughed, “Ok, ok! Sorry… well can you come then? There’s gonna’ be loads of people there, and plenty of booze!”

“Am I even invited?”

“Sure you are. I’m inviting you. That’s an invitation, right?”

“Yeah… but I’d hate to turn up and be the only nerd there.”

Tom sighed, “You’re not a nerd… well… maybe you are a little, but not much. Trust me - you’ll have a great time.”

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“Great! See you tomorrow!”

“Bye…”

Dylan put his phone back into his pocket and groaned. He had never actually been to a real party before… he’d never been invited. But this was different… even though it was several days away, he couldn’t help feeling nervous.

A thought occurred. Would Tom have invited him to this party if Theo hadn’t told him that he was gay? And, come to think of it, why was Tom being so nice?

The first, terrifying thought was that Tom might be gay, or bi, too, and was being nice to just chat him up! It didn’t seem likely…

His mind flashed back to how Tom usually acted at school. No… it didn’t seem likely…

His phone rang again. Not so eager to pick it up this time, he slowly held it to his ear and answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey… it’s Theo.”

Dylan’s heart shot into his mouth, and he very nearly dropped the phone. “Oh… hey.”

“Look… I know you’re mad at me, but I didn’t mean to do any harm! Tom didn’t mind that I told him anyway… he’s your best friend.”

“That’s not the point, Theo!” Dylan stopped talking for second whilst he tried to find the right words, “You promised you wouldn’t tell anybody. You promised!”

“I know I did, ok?”

“Then why did you!”

“It was only Tom! He swore he wouldn’t tell anybody else anyway-“

“You swore you wouldn’t tell anybody, but you did! What’s to say he might be just as bad as you!”

He could hear Theo getting quite irritated, “Hang on! You’re so overreacting! Tom didn’t care, did he? He hasn’t told anybody else! So why the fuss?”

Dylan got quite angry himself, “Because you lied to me! You promised you wouldn’t, and you did! It wouldn’t matter if you’d told Tom or the biggest bully in the school; you still broke your promise!”

Immediately after speaking, Dylan suddenly felt very guilty. He’d done it now… he’d hurt Theo’s feelings bad! There was no way they would ever get back together now! But he was still upset, and angry. The conflicting thoughts of his anger and attachment to Theo meant he was very confused.

“I don’t know what to say… help me out, would you?” Theo almost whispered back.

“I’m not helping you! You can figure this out on your own… and if not then maybe you don’t know me at all.”

With that, Dylan hung up.

The rest of the week was torture. Dylan didn’t speak to Theo once, and avoided him wherever they went. He wasn’t so much angry at the cheetah as he was nervous about causing another fight between them. He had decided to let Theo approach him first. He was, after all, the one who had screwed up.

A short time before Monday Dylan had thought Theo was perfect in every way. He had been hot, sweet, sexy and very romantic… but it went to show that everybody, no matter how perfect they seem, has their faults. Dylan had found a big one in Theo, it seemed. It was difficult to trust him.

Now that he knew why Tom had left him and Wyatt alone, Dylan took the chance to talk to the tiger whenever he could. He didn’t mention anything about Wyatt’s past, or ask any questions, and so Wyatt didn’t run off or avoid the answer so much.

“Didn’t people make fun of you when you came out?” Dylan asked at Thursday lunch.

“You get the odd guy that will… but most of the time people our age, or maybe younger, just can’t believe it. When I told some people word got out, and everyone at my old school kept coming up to me and asking if it was true and if I really was… that never really stopped.” He grinned, “It was fine at first, but then got really annoying after the fiftieth time. Then there’re the questions… people ask so many! Like… ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ or ‘Have you ever given head?’. They get worse… but I never really got beaten up and bullied badly because of it.”

Dylan whistled, “I guess I could handle the questions… but it’s just the thought of people knowing that I’m not happy with!”

“I know. You kinda’ have to adjust with it yourself first before you tell anybody else. You’ll know when you are, though. But, seriously, once you tell a few people it gets so much easier.”

Wyatt’s advice helped him loads. He was starting to adjust to the fact that he liked guys, and was even starting to feel slightly proud and special about it. The thought of kissing Theo didn’t seem as weird to him now as it had at the time.

But the question of whether he had screwed up his relationship with the cheetah defiantly worried him…

“You want me to pick you up tomorrow night?” Tom asked on the bus that Friday whilst they were being taken home.

“Huh? What for?”

“Duh, Angie’s party!”

“Oh, right.” Dylan had forgotten about that, and had hoped that Tom would do the same, “Sure. It would make things easier… I guess.”

“Are you going to tell anybody else there that you’re gay?”

Dylan snorted, “No way! I don’t want anybody else to know yet!”

“Why not? I swear to god, it’ll make you so much happier!”

He sighed, “Yeah, well Wyatt’s been helping me there, so stop worrying about me.”

“Well if you come out then other people who are gay might come out too! You never know who you might meet at these parties.”

Dylan slapped Tom lightly around the face, “I’m going out with Theo, you idiot! I’m not gonna’ cheat on him!”

“I thought- never mind. How are you two doing?”

“Not well… he hasn’t talked to me yet.”

Tom’s eyes widened, “Still? What’s he waiting for? How hard can it be to give a simple apology?”

“Well… I was a real bitch to him down the phone.”

“So you should have been, if he hurt you. He should be the one to apologies and make it up to you, no matter how long it takes!”

“I guess so… I still worry.”

Tom patted him on the back, “You’re not mad at me, are you? I mean… I’m the one he told.”

Dylan shook his head, “No! You’ve been great… more than that. Much better than you were when I was straight.”

They laughed, “Well being gay suits you more, anyways.”

“It does?”

“Well duh! I mean look at you! You’re too… I dunno’… fuzzy to be straight. And you’re ass is too cuddly too… your so obviously a cum-slut.”

Dylan stared at him with a look horror. “What the fuck?! You’ve never felt my butt! And how do you mean ‘fuzzy’?”

Dylan laughed, “I don’t need to be a man lover to know that. It’s common sense! I’m straight, and I know it, so I can act as gay as I want and still love girls.”

“Oh… right.”

It was Saturday. The party that evening was getting closer and closer, but there was still no word from Theo. He hadn’t rang once since Monday, and Dylan was beginning to wonder if their relationship really was over… he’d completely screwed it up with him, it seemed.

With only an hour until Tom was due to pick him up, he became very tempted to ring Theo himself. Was there any point in trying to contact him? It was just be awkward and painful to speak to him on the phone rather than face to face… or would it?

He was so confused… at one point he nearly broke into a stream of tears, caused by the depression this relationship was bringing to him. How was he supposed to trust his love and care to somebody he didn’t think he could trust?

Before he could even consider the thought, Tom knocked three times on the door. Dylan’s heart sank.

He wished he’d never agreed to go to this party… he wouldn’t fit in…

And, as he predicted, he hadn’t fit in. As soon as the door opened and whispers of ‘Who’s that?’ followed his every step he knew that he’d wasted his time.

“Just mingle in!” Tom advised him, although he looked fairly drunk by this point, “People will notice you!”

Dylan snorted, “It’s been an hour since we got here Tom, and you’re the only person who’s talked to me since. I don’t know anybody here!”

“Ah, stop bein’ such an emo kid…” Tom sighed, “Look, you can sit there and be miserable about it if you want. Or you can get up, hang out with me and get drunk!”

“I don’t drink, Tom!” Dylan snapped, “And nothing anybody says is going to change that!”

There was a pause. “Just… lighten up?”

Dylan growled, “I’m going home… it’s only a short walk anyway.”

“No! Wait! I can-“

“Thanks for trying Tom…” Dylan lightly jabbed the fox’s side, which was enough to make him fall over in his drunken state.

And, sure enough, Dylan headed right for the door. Enough was enough… he didn’t think he’d ever fit into this world! He didn’t look at anybody as left, or pay real attention to where he was going. And that was how he managed to knock into somebody just as he reached the door.

For the hundredth time in his life, he simply growled and avoided eye contact.

“Hey Dylan! I didn’t think you were here!” came a familiar voice.

“Wyatt? When did you arrive?” Dylan stared blankly up at the tiger, who was beaming.

“I’ve been here all along… big house I guess; it’s easy to miss somebody.”

Dylan sniggered.

“Where you leaving?” Wyatt asked.

It took a moment to realized what Wyatt was talking about. Then, when it clicked, Dylan shook his head, “No! I was just getting… umm…” he looked around the room they were in, the kitchen, for an excuse, but nothing came.

“…A beer?” Wyatt guessed.

That worked. “Yes! I was… actually…”

“I didn’t know you drink... since when?”

“Since… umm…” he tried to think of another, “since… just now…”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

The odd look on Wyatt’s face defiantly suggested that he wasn’t convinced. “Never mind then. Hey, did things work out with you and Theo in the end?”

Dylan shook at the thought of it. “No, they didn’t. He never called me, and doesn’t even talk to me in the corridors now. I guess it’s over.”

Wyatt shrugged, “It might not be.”

Dylan doubted that, but he didn’t say anything about it. Was there any point? He’d only be lying to himself if he said otherwise…

Dylan soon realized that he had made a very odd mistake by pretended he had been getting another beer, since Wyatt had insisted on getting one too, and drinking them together.

Dylan hated the taste. He wanted to gag every time he swallowed it, but managed to resist. The upside, however, was that Wyatt seemed to know a lot more people at this party than he did.

How come Wyatt has more friends than me, even though he’s only been at our school a couple of weeks?

After his first beer, Wyatt got him a second. By this time he wanted to say no, but something in the back of his head told him to grab it anyway.

Then came the third…

And the fourth…

And by the fifth, Dylan didn’t feel right. Words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them. He became slightly numb, and suddenly began rubbing or itching himself carelessly in the company of others. But, strangest of all, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Wyatt for more than a few minutes. Every time the two of them were together they were either holding paws, resting in one another’s lap or hugging. By the sixth beer, Dylan could have sworn that, at one point, he and Wyatt even kissed… but his mind was very clouded, and he wasn’t sure if that had really happened or not.

“Goin’ to toilet… two seconds!” Wyatt pushed Dylan off of his lap and, with difficulty, rose to his feet.

Though he could hear people calling for him, Dylan felt urged to follow the tiger’s footsteps. And so he did. The house was much bigger than his, so it took him a very long time to figure out where everything was. He was looking for the bathroom… but there didn’t seem to be one.

“Wyyyatt?” Dylan called, opening yet another door. It was a bedroom. Wyatt was lying on the bed, his eyes closed. “Hey! Wake up!”

“Uh?” Wyatt’s head rose groggily, “I’m up!” He mumbled, jumping to his feet.

“You fall asleep in here?” Dylan asked, grabbing hold of his paw and yanking him closer.

“Yeah…”

Dylan laughed, only to get tackled by Wyatt. “We goin’ back down then?”

“Maybe… we could just have some time to ourselves first, right?” Dylan asked.

“Yeah! What you wanna’ talk about?” Wyatt replied, tugging Dylan closer to him.

Now, Dylan’s response to this had been based around words at first. But, apparently, words were not good enough, so instead he pushed himself against Wyatt’s orange form and, with no regard to Theo, kissed him very aggressively.

Dylan didn’t quite know how it had happened… it had most likely been because he had never drunk alcohol before, and hadn’t been sure what to expect. Horniness and carelessness never occurred to him. It might have been because he considered his relationship with Theo over, and was incredibly lucky to know someone else who he had grown quite close to. Or it was a mix of the two. Either way, Wyatt eagerly kissed back. Both of them somehow surpassed the emotional barriers and clasped each other very tightly, bodies entwining, tails curling around each other, and tongues lapping freshly together.

Wyatt moved forwards with a strong passion, practically pinning Dylan against the wall whilst attacking his lips. Every ounce of Dylan yearned to be as close as he could to the tiger. He felt slightly numb, perhaps because of the alcohol, but there was no way he could stop himself now.

As they had briefly snapped to their senses, Wyatt pulled his face away from Dylan’s and stared at him, both breathless, and grinned.

“Hey… we just made out… we don’t do that!” Dylan panted.

“We should… that was fucking… awesome… best kiss… ever…”

They continued staring at each for a while. Any common sense was thrown out the window as Dylan kissed Wyatt again, pushing himself off of the wall and across the room. In fact, he kissed Wyatt with so much strength that the two of them knocked into a small desk nearby, which caused a lamp to fall to the floor and brake. Dylan looked down, worried, but Wyatt pushed his face back into his.

“Forget it… not our house…” the tiger mumbled, pushing the two of them back together again. It was true… they could make as much mess as they wanted together. Dylan licked the bottom of Wyatt’s neck, purring and mewing quietly as his tongue slid across Wyatt’s slick, yet fairly thick, orange fur. It was incredibly smooth.

“You a virgin?” Wyatt mumbled in a somewhat drowsy tone, whilst gripping the back of Dylan’s shirt tightly.

“Yea…” Dylan answered back weakly.

“Kay… jus’ curious…”

Dylan’s paws began actively stroking Wyatt’s stomach through his shirt. The tiger was actually quite muscular, despite claiming to never exercise or play sport. He teasingly slid his left paw up Wyatt’s front, his chest no longer protected by a layer of fabric.

The simple touch of Wyatt soft, sensitive fur was enough to send Dylan into another kissing frenzy. Tongue met tongue, yet again, and all the while his left paw tugged Wyatt’s shirt upwards whilst his right continued exploring his chest and stomach. Wyatt pulled back for a second, allowing his shirt to pass over his head and onto the floor. Dylan looked down at the tiger’s body.

Despite not being very visually built or muscular, Dylan thought that Wyatt’s body was incredible… maybe it was because he had a thing for slim guys, like he was. Or maybe it was because he was so drunk he’d find just about anything as hot as hell. Before he could get a real good look, Dylan already begun pulling Dylan’s shirt off as well. He lifted up his arms, allowing it to pass over his head, before moaning quietly as Wyatt’s then unbuttoned his jeans.

“You’re so…” Dylan began, but Wyatt kissed him again.

“Shutup…” the tiger whispered, his smallish tongue wrapping around Dylan’s smaller tongue. Wyatt continued this kiss as he tugged both Dylan’s jeans and his boxers down with one stroke. Fully hard and eager for more contact, Dylan pressed his now naked body to Wyatt’s, his paws curling around his waist and gently squeezing his rear. Wow… this tiger has a sweet butt…

“Go lay on the bed…” Wyatt whispered in Dylan’s ear, though his voice was distorted by the sound of his purring. Dylan obediently obeyed, flopping onto the bed laying on his back, his eyes still fixed onto Wyatt with a lustful hunger. His cock became, if possible, even harder at the sight of Wyatt’s full shirtless form. The full wonder of how his black stripes mixed and matched his orange and, on his front, white fur was gorgeous.

To make things even better, Wyatt slowly unzipped his own jeans and removed them. He looked about the same size as Dylan was, and just about as hard and eager. Even in the dim light, the tiger’s cock look just like something out of Dylan’s imagination. Maybe because he could hardly believe this was happening. Wyatt jumped forwards, landing on top of Dylan in his full nakedness.

“You’re cute…” Wyatt mumbled.

“You’re hot…”

Even though Dylan wasn’t quite sure if there was a real difference between being hot and being cute, he thought it was a suitable response. Wyatt licked his neck, his purrs vibrating and warming the two of them. Even Dylan didn’t purr this deep… it was gorgeous.

The backed off slightly, eyes closed, whilst Dylan began greedily licking his chest. A pleasurable chill shot down his spine, so he couldn’t stop himself grabbing Wyatt’s cock with one hand. Larger than his and as hard as rock. Impressive…

“Wanna’ suck me off for a bit then?” Wyatt suggested with a wink.

Dylan looked up just in time to see the tiger grin, and then tilted his head. “Since you asked so nicely…” Of course, Dylan would have ended up doing the deed if Wyatt had asked or not. Being drunk, he didn’t care.

He pushed Wyatt off of him, so that he was standing in front of him, and lowered his head around Wyatt’s cock. His lips met sensitive skin, and once again simple touch sent waves of passion down Dylan’s spine. Sure, both of the dicks he had sucked so far tasted the same, but he still enjoyed it. In fact, it didn’t taste of anything… just skin. He may as well have been sucking on his tail. But, still, the heat Wyatt was producing and the scent of them both certainty made it taste more like sugar, especially in the already aroused state Dylan was in.

He didn’t waste any time either. He dived down Wyatt’s entire length, engulfing the lot, resisting the urge to choke as it slid down his throat. Why did he love doing this so much? Wyatt growled, placing both paws on Dylan’s back to encourage him. Dylan rocked his head back and forwards rhythmically, his tongue sliding and dancing around Wyatt’s length.

Every now and then he took the tiger cock out of his mouth and licked the head, mostly to give his jaw a rest. He rubbed it around his face, as though it were a drug he was addicted to, before swallowing it whole again. Wyatt seemed to be enjoying himself too, judging by the light thrusts, heavy purr and the panting.

Dylan curled one paw around Wyatt’s waist and squeezed his left butt cheek, soaking up every ounce of the tiger that he could. With his second paw, he began to jack himself off, unable to contain himself in this situation. Any thoughts of shame or regret were lost. He was too busy jacking off, sucking off and feeling Wyatt’s butt to care about being gay anymore. Time to stop ignoring it… he felt more like embracing it now.

It came as quite a bit of a shock when Wyatt suddenly yelped and thrust forwards, his dick embedding itself nicely into Dylan’s throat as jets of warm, sticky cum filled his insides. It flowed so easily into him that he didn’t need to swallow.

“You’re so good at that…” Wyatt panted, and made a movement as though he were about to kiss Dylan again.

“Wait!” Dylan suddenly stopped him. Baffled, Wyatt frowned.

Dylan stood up again, still pawing himself off, grabbed hold of Wyatt’s shoulder with his free paw and, very violently, shot his own stream of cum right onto Wyatt’s stomach. With the relief of his own orgasm, he finally relaxed. It felt as though he had just run a mile, although it didn’t have the same warm afterglow as exercise did. He collapsed backwards, onto the bed.

Wyatt scooped Dylan’s cum off his stomach and licked it off his paw, before joining him on the bed.

“Tha’s gonna’ leave a cumstain on your fur…” Dylan mumbled guiltily.

“It’ll wash off… dun’ worry.”

“Maybe…”

Neither of them spoke again. Dylan snuggled up next to Wyatt, who so warm by now he was serving as a living hot water bottle, and rested on his chest. Wyatt curled around so that the two were practically knotted together.

Dylan wasn’t sure if he fell asleep or not. He was so drunk that he could hardly remember anything. Either way, he had no idea what happened next. Oddly enough, not a single thought of Theo entered his mind as the two of them curled happily together.

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Meh, not my best work, but not bad either. ^_^ I\'ve never been great at writing a long series... I always get bored and move on to the next one o.o but, hey, people seem to like them. So... look out for the next!

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