Within the Lines
Intentionally a very short piece. Wanted to write something fun and quick and sexy that still had some substance. Kind of a writing exercise. Hopefully a hot one.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story and all characters are copyright © 2012 K.M. Hirosaki.
The little red fox had been very clear about what the rules were: he could flirt and tease and he was allowed to look, but he wasn't allowed to fuck or get fucked by anybody else.
That being the case, Riley was going to have to put a lot of effort into not fucking him, especially seeing as his paws were on the fox's bare ass and his dick was currently out.
"God, I can smell you all the way from here," the fox muttered. He rocked gently back and forth on all fours, his backside pressing against Riley's paws. "Smells amazing."
Riley smiled. "You smell pretty good, yourself," he said, giving the fox's rump a testing rub with one of his palms. The contented little hum he got in response told him he was still in the clear. He couldn't think of a clever followup, though. His head was too busy reeling from the reality of where he was and what he was doing.
It had started innocently enough--well, comparatively. The first two nights of sharing a hotel room together had passed without incident. Riley knew that Jared was off-limits, and so the dingo was content to keep the fox at 'look-but-don't-touch' distance. And the fox was certainly pleasant enough to look at, but Riley wasn't so much of a hornball that he couldn't keep his act together for a single weekend.
Of course, three days of having very little in the way of alone time had eventually taken their toll, and so earlier in the evening, while Jared was out having coffee after dinner, Riley had gone back to the room early to help relieve some of his built up tension. Or, well, that's what the dingo had thought Jared was up to; as it turned out, 'going to get some coffee' wasn't the same thing as 'going out for coffee.' One of them, as it happened, took much less time than Riley was banking on.
When the fox had walked back into the hotel room, Riley had panicked, but didn't have anything within easy reach to cover himself. He'd tried tugging his shirt down, since his pants were on the floor, but Jared had already seen. And the fox just chuckled and brushed it off with the wave of his free paw. "Oh, please, go ahead," he said as he dipped into the bathroom. "It's not like I haven't seen a dingo's cock before."
Well, now Jared was feeling a dingo's cock right against the crease of his rump, and seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. "You're a little bigger than I would've guessed," the fox muttered. "I mean, not huge. But bigger."
Riley smiled, glad that Jared couldn't see his lingering anxiety. The fox was completely naked, his eyes closed, head resting on the mattress as he kept his body propped up, tail slowly wagging from one side to the other. "Have you spent much time imagining how big my cock was?" the dingo asked.
"Dunno if I'd say a lot," the fox replied. He shimmied his hips, wiggling his butt against Riley's cock some more, the short, russet fur on that pert backside getting a bit damp. "Some, at least."
Jared had been loyal to his boyfriend since as long as Riley had known him. Well, insofar as Riley knew, at least. "Guess I'm flattered," the dingo said, his fingers spreading apart, kneading the fox's rump cheeks as he rocked slowly against them.
"God, I wish I could just bury my face in your crotch and really smell you up close," the small fox said, his voice muffled by his own paws as he turned his face in against them. "But rules are rules."
Admittedly, Riley wasn't sure how in the spirit of the rules this was, even if it was within the letter. Having a naked fox grinding back against him was making it difficult for him to care, however.
"Seriously, just bang one out, dude," Jared had called from within the bathroom earlier. "I mean, clearly you need it. I'd've smelled it if you'd jerked off in here at all."
Riley had considered asking the fox to stay there in the bathroom long enough for him to finish himself off. The smart thing to have done would have been to just grab his pants, throw them back on, and find some time to jerk off later. The dingo didn't do either of those things.
"I mean, are you allowed to watch?" he'd asked instead.
He wasn't sure how seriously the question even was. For Jared's part, though, he sure looked darn intrigued as he popped his head back out from inside the bathroom. "I'm not not allowed to watch," he'd said.
And so Jared had watched, and Riley had kept going, somewhat embarrassed but more than turned on enough to make it worth it.
Now, though, with the dingo slowly sawing his shaft back and forth between the fox's fuzzy cheeks, the stakes had been raised well above the semantics of not being forbidden to watch. 'It was Jared's idea' probably wouldn't fly as an excuse, either. Not that Jared's boyfriend was liable to ever find out, from the look of things.
Riley's paws roamed further over the fox's soft-furred thighs, brushing against the grain, making the little guy shift and squirm some more. The dingo's fingers ventured in along the inside of one of those thighs, and these new touches got some squeaks from the fox in addition to just squirming. Daring further, those fingertips started to brush closer to warmer spots between the fox's legs, coming quite near to--
One of Jared's paws casually shot back and wrapped around Riley's wrist, tugging that wandering paw back out from between his legs. "Nuh-uh," the fox warned quietly. "That's off-limits."
The dingo's muzzle opened to mutter a reflexive apology, but he swallowed it before he could let it out. He needed to just play it cool and enjoy the moment. Yammering like an idiot would ruin it.
Going with the flow of the moment was something Jared was better at. Maybe it was a fox thing. "You don't mind if I join you, do you?" he'd asked after watching the dingo's paw in action for a bit. "Like, jerking off, I mean."
"Uh, I guess not. I mean, if that's okay with you and your boyfriend."
"Hey, I'm just a fox jerking off in a hotel room. While my dingo friend happens to be jerking off, too."
Jared's idea of jerking off involved stripping completely naked, getting up on his paws and knees, and stroking himself in that position while he rested his head on the mattress and looked across the room at Riley, panting softly all the while. His bushy, white-tipped tail flicked back and forth, practically in invitation.
"So you can watch. And you can jerk off. What else can you do?"
Oh, the glimmer of mischief that had sparked in Jared's eyes when Riley asked that. Rolling onto his side briefly, the fox continued to absentmindedly stroke his cock as he laid out the boundaries that had been set. "No kissing. No fucking. No handjobs, blowjobs, anything like that." His tail had then thumped against the mattress a few times. "But teasing, flirting, within limits--that's all good."
"And what are the limits?"
And so what had started out as Riley experimentally heading over to Jared's bed to give the fox's ears a few tender nibbles while they both continued to touch themselves had turned into...well, whatever this was.
Whatever it was, Riley was transfixed by it. As he dragged the tip of his cock back and forth between the fox's pert cheeks, leaving a trail of drizzle in its wake, he repeatedly brushed against the smooth little entrance beneath the fox's tail. Tempted as he was to nudge at it, though, if Jared had been that quick to stop a little between-the-legs fondling, he'd probably bail out altogether at even the slightest notion of something much more intimate.
"See, doesn't that feel nice?" the fox cooed reassuringly. He arched his back some more, keeping his rump raised higher up, but moving it less, allowing the dingo to control the pace. Now that he'd steadied out, he also slipped a paw down between his own legs again, and soon the slick sound of his fingers pumping his leaky shaft joined the sounds of happy panting and squeaking bed springs that filled the room.
Riley looked down at the fox beneath him, gazing slack-jawed at that gorgeous backside as he thrust slowly against it, but not into it. "Do you want me to, uh...you know, pull back? When I'm close?"
Jared lifted his head from the mattress, then shook it. "Nah. Stay close." The tip of his tail then brushed the dingo's abdomen. "No rule against me getting all sticky."
Here was a fox who could probably make money finding actual legal loopholes for some company, Riley thought, though it was a brief thought, soon replaced by the mental image of the aforementioned stickiness. "I'll stay close," the dingo said. "Don't think I can get much closer, though." Not without crossing boundaries.
"Speaking of close," the fox grunted, "I, ah...oh, jeez, fuck, hold on." And just like that, his jaws were clenched tight, resulting in his ardent whimpering getting very high in pitch as his little body shuddered atop the mattress.
Riley smelled the fox's release a moment later, marked by that busy paw working quite furiously as the little fellow continues to buck and spurt. The way such a small fox was so wholly taken over by such an intense climax made the dingo bite his lip hard enough to break the skin, and then he was over the edge, himself.
Streaks of white lashed out over the red-furred curves of the fox's naked backside, the dingo grinding against that warm body, grunting and gasping as his vision went dark around the edges. The rush of his orgasm made him grip the fox's hips hard for balance, and he grew more lightheaded as he continued to get off, making quite a mess of the fox's hindquarters and tail.
A few moments later, Jared collapsed onto his belly. Without the fox to keep him propped up, Riley fell on top of him, his own fur getting tacky and matted as his weight pressed onto that semen-streaked rear end. With a hum and a chuckle, the fox wriggled beneath the dingo, then panted out, "God, it has been a long three days."
Riley almost planted a kiss on Jared's cheek, but then remembered the 'no kissing' rule. He wasn't sure if that applied to chaste kisses or just on-the-muzzle kisses, but now wasn't the time to ask. Instead, he settled on giving the fox's ears a quick nibble, which earned him some more pleasant squirming. "You think you've had it bad? I've had to share a room with some super-hot fox."
"Poor you," Jared murmured. He lay still for a while longer, humming to himself, his eyes closed, looking perfectly relaxed. Then his tail gave the dingo a gentle swat on the hip. "Though speaking of sharing, I probably shouldn't share a bed with you, actually."
"Ah. Is that crossing a line?" Riley asked.
"Mmm. Not by itself, no," the fox replied. "But I'd probably wind up crossing one or two in the course of the night. Poor self-control and all."
Riley chuckled and shook his head. "I'd never have guessed," he said as he pushed himself off of Jared's back and staggered to his feet. He wobbled over towards his own bed on the other side of the room, debated whether or not he wanted to wash up, and then decided to just slip underneath the covers.
"But hey," Jared said just as Riley turned out the light. "If you've got a bad case of morning wood tomorrow, let me know if you're cool with me watching you jerk off again. Because I'm totally allowed to do that."