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Welcome to another riveting installment of Weeds! *dramatic organ music* Just a quick reminder that this is a story that deals with adult, homosexual situations. Unlike racially segregated coal shafts, this is no place for close-minded minors. But, for everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story!

Weeds Chapter 2 - Cold Front

The rusty old truck hit the paved road with a violent bump and a sharp turn, making Jason grip tightly onto the sides of the seat as he was shoved into the door.

Ham laughed nervously. "Sorry, I'm still kinda new to driving."

"It's ok," the young fox said, feeling the blood rush back to his face.

The truck zoomed down the road, leaving behind the fading dust cloud on the dry dirt road.

"So," Jason asked. "Where is this place again?" He looked forward at the opposite end of the long stretch of highway that he had last seen three days ago when he was dropped off. It was just as desolate looking as the previous fifty miles.

"It's in Elcshire which is about an hour out," the rabbit replied, focusing on the road as if it could change at any minute.

"An hour? There isn't anything closer?" Jason said, noticing the truck was drifting a bit to the left.

"Well," Ham said, correcting the truck, but ending up almost off onto the shoulder. "There is a general store in Witkowin, but it doesn't really have work clothes. This place will have what we need."

Another truck came zooming past them, and their truck lurched to the right, rumbling into the rough dirt, before Ham pulled it back onto the road.

"Do you want me to drive?" Jason said, noticing his claws had punctured through the seat fabric.

"Nah, it's ok," Ham said, smiling at him. "Pop wanted me to drive it." Ham noticed he had moved half way into the other lane, and turned his attention back to the road. "Plus, I kind of need the practice." He laughed nervously again.

Jason looked down and saw the road rolling past his feet through a rusted out hole in the floor. He gave a silent prayer in his head.

After some more suggestions of Jason driving, which began to resemble begging, the truck swerved onto an off ramp.

"Almost there!" Ham said, focusing even harder now that they were in an area with more traffic.

There was a small grouping of gas stations and restaurants that Ham drove past. A cheap looking hotel on the right, a sign for a family cabin resort to the left, a stop sign that didn't seem to have a purpose, and then finally, a large parking lot. Ham drove in, brushing the curb with a wheel as he made a final stop in a parking space towards the back with plenty of buffer room between the other vehicles.

Jason was unbuckled and had the door open before Ham even turned the truck off. The fox jumped out thankful to be alive.

"Well, this is it!" Ham said, looking in the direction of a large gray building a few hundred feet away. He locked the truck and they started walking.

Jason looked at all the hunting decals on the other trucks as they went along. The occasional right-wing bumper sticker would make him walk a little faster.

Soon, they were through the sliding glass doors. Jason looked around at the smock-wearing employees and then at the tall rows of stuff as far as he could see.

"Fun," Ham said. "Isn't it?"

"Sure," Jason said, seeing a rather gruff looking bear in camouflage walk past with two massive bags of gummy worms under an arm.

"Well, let's start out with a pair of boots," Ham said, grabbing Jason's paw, and pulling him into one of the rows.

"Whoa," Jason said as the rabbit lead him to a long aisle filled with boxes. As he looked around at the boots they were passing, he noticed a deer giving him a weird look.

Jason pulled his paw from Ham and the deer went back to inspecting the boxes. Ham didn't seem to notice as his eyes looked down the aisle, and then he smiled and ran up to a pair.

Jason noticed they were the same ones the rabbit wore.

"These are the best here. I swear by them!" Ham knelt down looking at the yellow boxes. "What size are you?"

"Uh, eleven," Jason said, feeling uncomfortable, and watching the deer out of the corner of his eye.

Ham pulled a box out and handed it to Jason. "Try these on."

Jason looked around for a bench, before sitting down on the floor. He kicked off his shoes and opened the box. The smell of new leather and rubber was strong as he picked one up and pulled out the tissue paper. He put them on and laced them up. With some help from Ham, he stood up and rocked back and forth in the boots.

"Oh, these aren't bad," the fox said, moving his toes around.

"Told you, try walking in them."

Jason walked, and the heavy boots thudded on the floor. "Whoa. These are intense."

Ham laughed as he watched the fox awkwardly walk in the heavy shoes. "They're steel toed."

Jason looked down at the shoe and gave a little stomp with his right foot. "Fancy." He walked back over to the rabbit and looked at the tag next to the display boot. "Ham," he said, reading it again to make sure. "These are over three hundred dollars." He looked at the rabbit.

"And?" Ham said, chuckling. "It's still cheaper than a broken foot. Are you going to get them?"

"Your dad is paying?"

Ham patted his wallet and nodded.

Jason looked down at the boots. "Then sure!"

"Cool. Now we'll match!" Ham said, kicking the toe of Jason's boot his is own.

Jason took off the shoes and tucked the heavy box under his arm, letting Ham lead him to the next section past a row of strange mechanical parts, and then another full of coolers, until they were in a dark forest of denim.

"What size are you?" Ham said, lifting up a pair of overalls.

"I'm not wearing overalls," Jason said, making a face at the crisp denim contraptions.

"Aww, come on. They're useful," Ham said, pulling down a pair and holding them up to Jason.

"And ugly."

"Can I help you with anything?" a smock wearing, young, female badger asked, poking her head into the isle.

Jason noticed Ham look at his feet and get quiet.

"No," Jason said, looking back at the badger. "We're just looking."

The badger smiled. "Getting a pair of overalls? Hot." And she was gone.

Jason looked at the pair Ham was holding and sighed. "Fine, I'll get one. Just one."

Ham was still looking at his feet.

"You ok?" Jason asked.

Ham looked up at him and then back to his feet. "Oh... yeah. Just... shy."

Jason remembered how Ham was when he first met him, and how energetic and talkative he had become until just now. He bit his lip.

"Thirty two, thirty four," Jason said.

"Huh?" Ham asked, his ears lifting up.

"My size."

Ham held out the pants, his long ears moving back down. "Guessed right."

Jason took them, and watched the rabbit move down the aisle, picking out three more pairs of normal boot cut jeans. He walked past Jason and out of the isle.

"Let's see if you fit these," he said, before disappearing around the corner.

Jason walked after him, and they reached the dressing room. Ham handed him the jeans, and Jason moved into the stall.

After a few minutes, Jason came out.

"They fit," he said, looking at the uncomfortable looking rabbit sitting at a chair. He looked up at the beaver sitting at the desk, who gave him a shrug.

Ham nodded and stood up, walking towards the shirts.

"You sure you're ok?" Jason asked.

"Yeah," Ham said, standing next to a rack of plaid shirts. "I just don't do well around people."

"You were fine before," Jason said, casually glancing at the shirts.

"Oh... well, I guess I sort of... forgot... if that makes sense."

"Is there something I can do to help?"

Ham shook his head. Jason sighed again and picked up a shirt.

Jason grabbed a few more shirts, and a pack of the tank tops, but didn't try anything on. Ham's uncomfortable disposition didn't improve, and he just wanted to be out of the store quickly.

With a swipe of a card, the fox's new wardrobe was paid for, and they were back in the truck.

"So," Jason said looking over at the rabbit. "How come you're so shy?"

Ham shrugged. "Just am."

"Well, you seemed pretty comfortable with me."

Ham looked Jason in the eye. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked away. "I..." He shifted. "I guess I can just... I don't know."

"Have you always been this shy?"

He nodded. "Basically. Until I met you... actually."

There was a silence and Ham's eyes were glued to the gas dial.

"How come?"

Ham shrugged. "I just..." Ham shifted again. "... like you. I guess."

Jason looked out the window at a passerby.

"So," the fox said. "In the barn, when yo-"

"I need to get some gas," Ham interrupted, sticking the key in the ignition and starting the engine.

Jason looked at the rabbit as he turned his head, and pulled the truck out of the parking spot. Their eyes met for an awkward split second before the truck lurched forward towards a gas station in the parking lot.

The rabbit quickly pulled up to a pump and hopped out of the truck, leaving the fox alone to jump as the door slammed shut.

Jason sat, watching the anxious looking rabbit attempt to figure out the gas pump through the side mirror, hearing the muffled curses through the glass. After a few minutes, the rabbit got back into the truck slowly. The small compartment filled with the smell of diesel.

"I've never done that on my own before," Ham said keeping his gaze forward as he started up the truck, relaxing to find that it didn't blow up. The truck jerked forward again, and they were quickly back on the road.

The two sat in silence as they got on the highway. Ham's eyes stared, unblinking, at the straight road ahead of them, and Jason watched the tall pine trees rush past. It wasn't long before the pine trees gave way to perfect rows of corn, and the occasional silo.

The cool air flowing through the vents of the trucks stopped with a popping nose.

"Shit," Ham said, glancing down for a second and then focusing back on the road.

Without the flow of air on them, the true heat of the truck became instantly apparent.

Jason looked over at Ham, but the rabbit kept looking forward.

"It goes out sometimes," Ham said.

"Maybe Sammy can fix it," Jason said, which got a nod from Ham.

There was silence in the truck again, and the heat was getting worse.

"So," Jason started. "Again, about the barn..."

Ham quickly reached down and rolled down the window next to him, filling the truck with loud wind.

"It's fine you know..." Jason said a little louder. "I don't mind. Really. I mean, if you're ga-"

Ham swerved the truck onto the dirt on the side of the road and hit the brake hard. He pulled the parking break, unbuckled himself, threw the door open, and ran into the corn field.

Jason watched as the rabbit disappeared into the tall, green field, stunned at what just happened. He looked at the open truck door and the key still in the ignition and then back at the corn.

"What the hell was that about?" he asked himself before reaching over and turning off the truck. He pocketed the keys, and got out. He looked down the highway, but no one was around for miles, and then he walked up to the corn field.

Ham's large footprints were faintly stamped into the dirt, so Jason at least had a start to where he might be. He squeezed into the tight, humid forest and looked around. The green leaves would stir in the wind, but otherwise it was perfectly still. He looked down and saw that Ham's tracks moved forward, so he followed them. They went on for quite a while, but soon Jason lost them in the bumpy earth. He looked around for any trace of the rabbit, but there was nothing. And the corn was too tall to try and see over. He sighed, picked a random direction and started walking, wondering how many people have died getting lost in corn.

After a while going in one direction, he'd stop and pick a new way. Soon he was completely lost in the maze, and had no idea which direction even the truck was in. His concern for Ham was quickly turning into anger and frustration as he picked another direction to walk in.

His heart raced as he thought of it getting dark while he was still out there. He heard a noise and turned around, but saw nothing. His fur stood on edge as he started walking faster, turning more frequently. He saw a crow land not too far from where he was, and its loud call startled him. His imagination started and he contemplated if anyone one else could be lurking amongst the corn. He thought he saw a figure move down a lane, but he wasn't sure. He hesitantly walked in the direction, but stopped. Images of angry farmers with guns, or escaped convicts flooded his mind, and he heard something rustle the corn behind him and land on the ground near his foot.

He screamed and ran, zigzagging through the corn, breaking stalks that got in his way. He looked up at a series of crows above him. He felt something hit his shin, and he fell forward, hard, knocking out a few more stalks as he crashed and scraped his palms as he hit the ground. He quickly turned around to find out what he had tripped over, only to see a rabbit curled up and looked back at him.

He lunged at Ham. "YOU! What the FUCK?" he said, pushing Ham over and hitting him in the arm. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You scared the living shit out of me you prick!" He hit Ham again on the arm before he noticed that he was still curled up with his head covered, not fighting back. "Dude?"

Now that he had calmed down a bit and was looking, he could see that Ham was crying.

"Oh, dude. I'm sorry," he said, putting a paw on his shoulder. "You just startled me, I didn't mean to hit you."

Ham stayed still, his chest heaving as he cried into his knees.

Jason crawled over to his head. "Ham? You ok?"

The rabbit shook his head 'no'.

Jason saw blood on Ham's shirt, but he wasn't sure if it was from his own bloody palms or not. "Ham, are you hurt?" he asked nervously.

Ham shook his head 'no' again.

Jason put his paw on his shoulder again. "What's wrong?"

Ham's head squeeze tighter between his knees.

Jason shifted onto the dirt as he looked down at the heap of rabbit in front of him. He moved his paw down to Ham's head and gently stroked the fur. He was surprised at how soft it was.

Ham seemed to pull away from the touch.

"Ham," Jason said. "What do you want me to do?"

The wind on the stalks of corn around them rustled the leaves. Ham's arms slowly moved and propped himself up. He looked at Jason.

The fox could see the fear in his big, brown eyes. The fur around them was wet, and the dirt and blood only made him look worse. They looked at each other quietly.

Ham opened his mouth. "I..." he squeaked. "I don't know what's going on."

Jason reached out and squeezed his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?" Ham shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

Ham shook his head again and started crying.

Jason got on his knees and wrapped his arms around the rabbit.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," Ham mumbled. "Pop's going to kill me."

"Why?" Jason asked.

"He hates gay people. If he ever finds out..." Another wave of tears came.

"I don't think he'd kill you," Jason said, still hugging Ham.

"Yes he would. I've known him longer. He would. And even if he didn't, others probably would. This isn't a place to be gay." Ham rested his head on Jason's shoulder and sniffed.

"Well, I won't let them," Jason said.

Ham's ears flicked up and he looked up at the fox.

Jason let go of Ham, who smiled.

"That makes me feel better," Ham said, moving up to his knees to face Jason.

Jason smiled, and Ham sniffled. The rabbit leaned in for a kiss, but Jason back away.

Ham's ears lowered again.

"I'm sorry..." Jason said. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm... not gay."

"It's ok," Ham said, sinking down and looking away, fighting the urge to cry again.

"I mean, you're a really nice guy, and all, I'm just not into that."

Ham sat there quietly.

"Sorry," Jason said.

"No need to be sorry," Ham said, closing his eyes. "It's all my fault. I should be sorry."

A crow landed a few rows away from them and gave a loud call.

"I'm always the problem," Ham said, looking down at the small green leaves of a plant sprouting next to him.

Jason opened his mouth, but he wasn't sure what to say, so he closed it again, his ears stuck to the side of his head.

Ham's fingers dug into the dirt and pulled up the weed.

The crow called again before taking off in flight. Jason watched as it flew over them and he noticed the sky was already getting dark. He felt a raindrop on his cheek.

"Crap," he said. "The truck's door is still open."

Ham tossed the weed away and slowly stood up, feeling a few drops on his head. Jason stood up too. His paws fidgeted before he reached up and squeezed Ham's shoulder again, but Ham just looked away.

Jason felt a lump in his throat, and he dropped his paw. He turned around and started walking.

"Wrong way," Ham said softly as a few more drops fell around them.

Jason turned and followed the rabbit as he walked down the row. The rain drops fell on the fox's head, making his ears twitch, but Ham seemed to have no reaction as he continued at an even pace. The rain picked up, and they drummed down on the leaves around them. Soon, their shirts were soaked, and the ground started to get muddy, but Ham still walked just the same.

When they emerged from the corn, Jason ran up to the truck and got inside. He watched Ham slowly climb in and close the door. He reached for the keys but came up empty handed.

"Oh!" Jason said, reaching for his pocket and handing them to Ham.

"Thanks," Ham said, the warmth gone from his voice.

He started the car, and the truck raddled on down the highway, the sound of windshield wipers keeping a beat to the quiet of the humid truck cabin. They kept the windows cracked to prevent them from fogging up, and whatever water damage the truck could get already had happened so they didn't worry about the rain coming through.

Jason watched the rabbit out of the corner of his eye. His lean chest moving up and down under his clingy wet shirt. He couldn't read how he was feeling, but he knew it wasn't good.

As they pulled up to the farm, Jack was standing on the patio, looking over the wet, muddy farm.

"Don't tell anyone," Ham said, still sounding on the verge of tears.

Jason nodded.

They got out, and Jason ran for the house, with Ham gradually following. Jack didn't give much of a 'hello', so Jason just walked in through the screen door. "Why, hello there!" Sally said from the living room. "Did you find some new clothes?"

Jason nodded and held up the bag.

"Want me to wash them for you?" she said, walking up. "Oh, and you're all wet, and dirty!"

Jason looked down at himself to see that he had gotten quite filthy from the incident in the field.

"What were you two doing?" she asked.

"We were..." Jason said, trying to think.

"The car got stuck in the mud," Ham said, walking in through the door. "And the air conditioner is out too."

"Well," Sally said, looking at Ham who was covered in even more mess. She spotted the blood on his shirt, but didn't say anything. "You better get out of those wet clothes and get them to me to wash."

They nodded and walked up to their room.

Jason peeled his wet shirt off. "I hope things aren't awkward now."

"Not here," Ham whispered, pulling his shirt off too. "Never here. Too many ears."

Jason nodded and started unzipping his pants but stopped.

"Go ahead," Ham said. "Don't make things awkward."

Jason finished unzipping and pulled off the tight pants. His boxers were dry, luckily.

Just as Ham finished taking off his pants, there was a knock at the door, and Sally popped her head in.

"I can take the wet clothes," she said, reaching out and taking them before disappearing behind the door again.

"Not much privacy here is there?" Jason asked.

Ham shook his head and sat down on his bed, still in his boxers.

Jason walked over and sat across from him. He whispered, "Is there anything I can do?"

The rabbit shook his head and turned away.

A flash of lighting lit up the window with a loud crack following it. The wind picked up, and started blowing the rain into the slit of the open window. Jason got up and closed it.

He could see a lightning bold streak across the sky with a loud bang, and the corn in the field flailing in the wind. The tall maple tree in the distance was shaking back and forth. Another bolt, much closer, and the thunder shook the window. Jason looked back at Ham, who was still sitting on his bed. He walked over and sat down too.

A loud crack of thunder, and the lights flickered off. They heard Becky yell angrily from downstairs.

Jason looked at Ham in the dark.

"Great," the rabbit said. He stood up and walked over to his dresser, and pulled out a flashlight. He turned it on and the dim beam shone onto the wall. He gave it a shake, and it got brighter. He moved it over to Jason, who was standing up. "This happens a lot here," Ham explained. "It'll be a while before they fix it, and I think the generator is still broken."

Jason nodded.

They heard a loud, high-pitched siren from outside.

"Crap," Jason said. "Do you have any more pants?"

"That was my last pair," he said. "We better get to the basement." He moved the flashlight to the door and started walking. Jason tucked his cell phone into the rim of his boxers.

He opened the door to find Sally running up the stairs.

"Get down to the basement now!" she yelled frantically, practically shoving them down the steps. As they got down to the cold, damp basement, they were greeted with giggles by Becky and Sammy, who were bundled up under a blanket. Jack was fiddling with a radio, trying to get a good signal, and didn't seem to notice they had come down, much less that they were half naked. They sat down with the sisters and listened patiently to the static from the radio. The one window in the basement was being pounded with rain, occasionally lighting up the basement with lighting.

This was the first time Jason had been down here, and the brief flashes showed him it was filled with old odds and ends. As he looked around, he saw a particularly large cob web near them light up from a flash, and kept his eyes to himself from then on. Sally dumped an old blanket in front of them.

"I could only find the one other," she said.

Ham picked it up and unfolded it, handing one half to Jason. They pulled it up around them, avoiding contact with each other.

The radio finally picked up a gargled voice. It said something about there being a tornado warning for the next hour, but the rest was static. Jack hit it and mumbled something, playing with the antenna.

Ham's flashlight dimmed and flickered, so he turned it off. The light from the lamp near Jack was enough.

After another loud crackle from the radio, and a swift whack from Jack's paw, he cursed under his breath, shut it off, and sat down with the rest of them.

The window in the basement rattled, and Jason felt a paw grab his own. He gripped back.

Something moved past the window quickly, and the glass rattled more. The sound of wood cracking was even louder than the thunder. Something else flew past the window.

Becky and Sammy curled up closer to each other. A loud bang came from above them, and they all jumped. The wind whistled loudly then turned into a deafening roar. Lighting flashed violently through the window.

Jason felt Ham's body move closer to his, and another loud bang from upstairs. Then silence.

The light patter of rain on the small glass window was the only sound in the basement. After a minute, Jason felt the grip on his paw lighten.

"Is everyone all right?" Sally asked, looking around. Receiving nods, she stood up with Jack, who walked up the stairs.

The others quickly followed.

Jason watched as Jack reached for the door handle at the top of the stairs, expressing the first emotion he had seen in the man: fear. He swung it open, and the house seemed to be all there. He walked up and around the hallway with everyone close behind.

The living room was littered with plant debris because the front door had been blown open. Tattered corn leaves and tree branches crunched beneath their feet as they walked up on the patio and looked around. The temperature had dropped significantly.

Jack's face returned to its usual stone as he looked around and saw that, with the exception of some shingle debris, and what appeared to be pieces of another barn scattered about, all of the buildings seem to still be standing and in fine condition.

Jason watched Ham walk around to the other side of the patio where the sisters were standing. The tall tree had cracked in half and was lying on its side. Fortunately it missed anything important and mostly fell into a few rows of the nearest corn field.

"I'm going to check up on Hank's family," Jack said to the general area around him and started walking towards the street.

Sally walked up behind Jason. "You should probably call your mom and tell her you're all right."

Jason nodded and reached for his phone. Three missed calls and a message. He must not have heard it ring with all the noise. He quickly called, but had to walk away from the house to get good enough reception to let it go through.

Sally walked up to her children. "Thankfully it missed the house," she said. They nodded.

"Think dad will want us to clean up before it gets dark?" Becky asked.

Sally looked out at the rain, which had lightened up to a drizzle. "Well, either way, I want to, so let's get started."

They all walked up to Jason, who was holding his phone up and looking frustrated.

"Did you call her?" Sally asked.

"Yeah," Jason said, shoving the phone back into his underwear rim. "But it cut out on me and now I've lost signal."

"Everyone is probably using their phone right now and it's clogging the system," Sammy said.

"At least she knows you're all right," Sally said. "Now, we're going to start cleaning up. And maybe by the time Jack gets home, we'll just have the tree left to deal with.

"Where did he go?" Jason asked, looking around.

"To the neighbors place to make sure they're ok. Now, I want you two," she said, looking at Ham and Jason, "to go inside and put on some clothes and get gloves for everyone."

Jason nodded and followed Ham back into the house.

Ham hit his flashlight again, making the light brighten, and they headed back down into the basement. Ham set the flashlight down on the washing machine and pulled out two pairs of worn jeans from a pile.

"They're dirty, but it's not like we're going to be very clean by the end," he said handing one to the fox.

Jason took them and looked at Ham and he stepped into the pants. "Uh..." He cleared his throat. "Thanks for, um... holding my hand. Before."

Ham looked up at him with one leg of the jeans half on.

"I, uh..." Jason said, nervously playing with a belt loop. "I don't think I could have stayed so calm if I had been on my own."

Ham smiled. "No problem. Thanks for holding back." He pulled up his jeans.

Jason fidgeted and leaned over and kissed the rabbit on the cheek, making Ham blush under his fur. Jason saw that the rabbit was trying hard to hide the enormous grin on his face, but he wasn't doing a very good job.

Ham turned around, zipped up his pants and walked over to some selves out of the range of the flashlight. The corners of his mouth shot up as he dug through the piles of stuff, thankful that he was partially hidden because he could feel his pants getting tighter.

He found the gloves, but pretended to keep looking until he could turn around. But, Jason had already walked up next to him.

"You look over there," Ham said, pointing to another shelf. "I'm going to try over here." He pointed over to a dark corner where there was a pile of plywood stacked up next to a shelf, creating a small wall.

Jason nodded and started poking around in the old cans and baskets on the shelf and Ham walked over and behind the wall.

Ham unzipped his jeans as quietly as he could, keeping an open ear to make sure the fox was still busy digging for the gloves. He pulled down his boxers and let his cock flop out. He sighed in relief as he grabbed it and squeezed. He hadn't had a good chance to relieve himself since Jason had arrived, and he couldn't hold it in any longer.

His paw gripped the base of his long cock in the darkness. He bit his lip to keep from moaning as he pulled up along his shaft. His ears still tuned to the sounds of the fox digging, he leaned forward and stuck the tip of his cock in his mouth, gently sucking, making sure not to make any noise. He covered his head in slick saliva and pulled off.

His paw slid up his shaft and across his tip. He bit his lip harder. He clenched down on his head, and slid his paw down, feeling his thickness spread this grip. He softly humped unto his fist, thinking of the kiss. Thinking of the fox in his boxers. Thinking of him in his wet shirt.

He held his heavy breath and released it slowly and quietly, as he started to feel closer. He hunched forward as he felt his cock pulse in his hand. He shivered and tingled as his cum hit the ground in wet splats. He felt blood in his mouth as he held in a moan. His cock twitched, and dripped more hot cum onto the ground.

When it finally ended, he released his lips and tried to catch his breath as quietly as he could. He noticed that the digging sounds had stopped, and his heart jumped. He stuffed his dribbling cock back into his pants as best he could and turned around.

No one was there, so he peaked around the corner. He could just make out Jason looking around.

"Ham, are you still in here?" Jason asked, looking over into the darkness. Ham realized that was had focused so much on being quiet that he forgot to make noises of him looking for the gloves.

"Yeah," Ham said, kicking a pile of the wood near him. "I haven't found anything, how about you?" He wiped the cum from his paw on a piece of plywood and stepped out from behind the pile.

"Nope," Jason said. "Are you sure they're in here?"

"Yeah, they're somewhere," Ham said, walking over to where he was originally looking. "Oh!" he said, picking up and old coffee can that was labeled 'gloves'. "Here they are. How did I miss them before?"

Jason laughed. "Ok, let's get out of here then. I can pretty much feel the spiders crawling on me." He rubbed his arms and twitched.

"Sounds good," Ham said, stepping around an old cast iron stove, slipping past Jason who was reaching for the flashlight.

Jason started sniffing the air and Ham clenched his fist, wondering how sensitive his nose was.

"What's that smell?" Jason asked, sniffing around more.

"What smell?" Ham said, already half way up the stairs.

"I don't know. It smells kinda musky almost."

"Well, it is a basement," Ham said, looking down at the fox, and darting his eyes to the corner he had left a pool of cum in.

"No, not that kind of musky. I don't know how to describe it. It kinda smells good in a way, you know?"

Ham shrugged, trying to hide his happiness that the fox had indirectly complimented him on the smell of his spunk. "I thought you wanted to get out of the basement?"

Jason looked around and nodded, and started up the stairs. "Wait a minute. Now it's getting stronger."

Ham froze, realizing that Jason was probably smelling him. He heard the sniffing fox get closer, and felt breath on his back.

"Dude, it's you," Jason said.

Ham's eyes were wide as he felt the nose almost touch his fur.

"Remind me to borrow your cologne sometime," the fox said.

"Sure!" Hal said, relieved that he thought it was just cologne and he walked up the rest of the stairs.

When they got outside, the girls had already formed a large pile of debris. They ran up to the two.

"What took you so long?" Sammy said, reaching for the gloves in the bucket. "Some of this stuff is pointy."

"Sorry," Ham said. "No lights, remember?"

Sammy rolled her eyes and slipped on the gloves and walked away. Becky and Sally also grabbed a pair.

Ham and Jason put some on and walked towards the pile of broken barn wood.

"Careful of the nails," Ham said as he picked up a large chunk and started moving it towards the debris pile.

"Careful with those muscles, stud," Jason said, looking at the bare chest and arms of the rabbit.

Ham turned around to hide the stupid smile on his face. He figured the "stud" part was just a joke, but in the moment, he didn't much care.

With the five of them working, the debris was mostly piled up within a half hour, and the only signs of damage left were the tree and the various broken stalks of corn in the field. The tired bodies rested on the patio, watching the sky reflect in the puddles, waiting for Jack to return. They were all too exhausted to notice the smile Ham had been carrying the whole time. Well, all but Jason.