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This is the edited version of chapter three. There are MAJOR differences here so please send me your thoughts,

If you are insulted by the idea of homosexual relationships, complain somewhere else.

Now, onto the story...

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The alarm sounded, and Alex woke up, groaning. Glaring at the clock, he hit the off switch and got up to have a shower. He had his own bathroom that was attached to his bedroom, it was rather cosy but he hated the pale green colour. I looked like the colour of those rusty metal statues that aren't taken care of. Pulling out a towel from the small hutch of a linen closet and setting it down next to the door, the fox pulled of his briefs and opened the shower door.

The fox turned the water on and fiddled with the knobs. Whilst he waited for the water to heat, Alex thought back to the night before. He felt himself harden and he blushed slightly, the dream had been so erotic, and it felt so good.

Checking the water with his paws, his heart skipped a beat a beat as he thought about what was happening tonight. Finding the water to be at a perfect temperature, the fox stepped into the shower, immersing himself in the relaxing pressure of the water falling on him.

He looked down at his pink cock; it was fully erect at the thought of the tiger taking him. "This has to go." He decided. Working on his fantasy of Zack, Alex stroked his member, placing a white paw where his knot would form. The fox pawed of, pumping faster and faster.

Alex stifled his howl and squeezed his knot, shooting cum all over himself to be washed away with water. Grabbing the fur-shampoo, he washed himself quickly and made sure there wasn't any of his seed left on the walls.

After towelling off and getting dressed, he looked to his bed and sighed. "If only..."

***

Zack woke up to a bright light accompanied by his mother's voice. "Good morning," she greeted cheerfully.

"Morn." The tiger mumbled as he stretched, arching his back.

"Breakfast is on the table, pancakes, you're favourite."

"Ok, I'll be down after my shower."

"Don't be too long." She left and Zack yawned, exposing his sharp, white teeth.

The tiger looked blankly around his room. It was rather small; it only had enough room to fit his closet, desk, and bed. The only thing he liked about his room was the big window behind his desk. It gave him a full view of the backyard that was over-populated with violets. Neither he nor his mum had any time for gardening, but they both agreed on leaving the violets to keep growing.

He noticed a clean set of clothes set out for him. He sighed at this, why did his mother continue to do this even when she's not home even an eighth of the time?

He shivered as he remembered what day it was, or more importantly, what was in the night that will follow.

The thought made his pulse quicken, and sent waves of arousal through his body. It was enough to convince the tiger's jet-black erection out. He chuckled, thankful that those thoughts hadn't presented themselves whilst mum was there.

Zack grabbed a towel, using it to cover his stiff as he made his way to the shower. He usually didn't have to do this; his mother was a bartender and worked all hours of the night, and slept all morning. Sometimes she didn't come home, and called to say so, which, the tiger presumed, meant that she was staying at some stranger's house. Not that he had any say in the matter, he hated the idea. His father died when he was nine, and after a year of depression, his mother began to fill the space with other men. There was a silent agreement; this could only happen as song as the stranger didn't come to the house. The last time this happened, the day ended in a fight between them and left both of them in guilty tears. Shaking those thoughts away, he showered himself, towelled off and got dressed.

Walking down the stairs, the tiger checked on his mum, she was already asleep. Zack sighed and closed the door; he wasn't going to be able to get at lift this time. He knew that hoping was childish, yesterday was only a peace offering on his first day back. He looked at the now cold pancakes beside a note and $20. Picking it up, he frowned. Zack pocked the money, forcing his paw into his pocket hard enough to almost rip his jeans, and scrunched the note is his paw, accurately throwing it into the bin in anger.

The note said:

Hey Hun,

I won't be home tomorrow, I'll be staying at a friends.

There is pasta sauce and mince in the fridge.

Luv ya.

XOXOX

Looking at the pancakes, he sighed, he wasn't hungry anymore. He threw breakfast into the bin, washed the plate, and packed his things for school.

***

Alex walked into the kitchen, with a loud yawn. His dad was currently making bacon and eggs. The smell of the food made the fox's stomach growl. The older fox chuckled, "Your breakfast is on the table, you'll need to eat it fast if you're going to catch the bus."

"Huh?" Alex was confused

"Well, my shifts have been changed, ill be working from early morning to at least 11 at night." Alex sighed and gave up the fight before it started; it felt as is if his father was trying to get away from him. He's done this before, he tells Alex that when they move, the shifts will change, he will work less hours and they will have more time together. "Fuck work." He thought. At least it gave time for the fox to do what he wanted.

"Ok, when does it leave?"

"In about 10 minutes or so." The fox yelped, threw his breakfast into a sandwich, grabbed his bag, and ran out the door.

He ate as he ran, Alex stopped dead as he saw his crush sitting in the shelter, looking dejected. Alex tried to keep calm as he neared the bus stop silently. He sat down next to the tiger, fighting the urge to lean on him. "Hey Zack," he said finally.

Zack left the house, backpack shouldered. He walked to the bus shelter, lost in thought. He thought about what to do today and grinned inwardly, wondering more specifically along the lines of what he was going to do with Alex.

He saw a flash of red, black and white. The tiger froze, and looked out of the corner of his eye, there, running down the street whilst eating an egg and bacon sandwich, was Alex. He tried to keep his cool and not make it obvious that he was checking the fox out. Alex stopped; he must have seen the tiger.

Zack noticed the way Alex walked, it was so graceful. The tiger could feel the blood pumping through his ears as the fox sat down. For a about a minute, there was silence. Alex broke it first. "Hey Zack." The tiger jumped slightly, he was thinking about how much he wanted to kiss the white-pawed fox.

He shook his head, angry with himself, "Hey Alex, fancy meeting you here,"

The fox groaned: he didn't want to be reminded as to why he was there. "Yeah, I live about 2 minutes away from here,"

"Really? Same, where do you live?" Alex pointed in the direction he had come from, "Third court on the right, my house has a big brick letterbox and a sandstone coloured roof."

The tiger grinned, pointing in the same direction.

"Corner of the fourth street to the left, ugly red bricks," The fox's eyes widened, he knew the place.

"Remarkable." Zack agreed

"Ironic, guess it'll be easy for you to come over then hey?"

"Indeed." The thought made them both blush slightly. They looked at each other, their faces unreadable as they tried to discern the other's reason for doing so.

Locked in each other's eyes, they both got closer and closer to one another until their muzzles were almost touching. They just continued to stare at each other until a fur rode by on a bike. Both the fox and the tiger pulled back at the distraction. Alex's ear twitched as he accidentally brushed against the tiger's arm. Zack almost jumped as he felt a light touch, looking at the fox, he saw Alex snatch his hand back and move away slightly. Zack felt his heart fall and he tried not to droop his ears. They both looked away from each other and tried to ignore the tension between them.The bus finally came to both of the fur's relief. They paid for their tickets and took seats at different ends of he bus, each in their own, private world.

***

The two friends avoided each other. Both were afraid that the other was going to call the night off. Alex kept getting his fingering wrong whenever he tried to play a scale, he was so nervous it was driving him insane. He played several chords wrong and kept pausing by accident. When the teacher finally told him to top playing, the fox barely held in a groan of relief, and he could see his teacher doing the same.

Zack wasn't doing any better; he kept daydreaming through his history class. The teacher was getting more and more exasperated as he watched one of his best students answer three questions wrong in quick succession. The tiger finally gave up and took a pass. He grabbed a drink and splashed water onto his muzzle until he woke up out of his nerve-wracked state. By then the bell had gone for lunch break and the hall was crowding up. Zack rushed back to class, apologised to the teacher and grabbed his things before running out the door. The tiger finally made it to his locker. Alex was nowhere to be found. He sighed and put his things away.

When Zack found his friends in the cafeteria, the fox wasn't there. He asked his friends where Alex was. Jack replied,

"Wake up stripes; he's trying out for hurdles, remember? He only found out about ten minutes ago, so you probably still have time to go watch him run." The tiger was out the door before anyone else could give their input.

He made it to the oval about three minutes later and just in time. Coach Crellen was giving the fox a few pointers before he started the race. Alex was up against a leopard, a dalmatian and a lion. Zack winced, he knew two of those three to be very fast runners. The Coach gave everyone a practice run. The tiger's throat caught. Alex was amazing, though he went slowly; he gracefully leapt over each hurdle with little effort. When they lined up for the try-out, he waved to Alex. Zack couldn't tell whether or not the fox saw him. Coach Crellen waited at the end of the track. The bear stretched his arm up, the runners took their position. The tiger thought amusedly how cute Alex looked bending over like that. The coach dropped his hand, and they were off.

***

Alex stood there amazed. He was at the finishing line and he had just beaten the leopard by mere whiskers. He heard a shout and turned around, there, racing up to him, was Zack. He laughed when Zack picked him up and spun him around.

"I did it, I won!" Alex cheered. The tiger stopped spinning him and simply held him, he felt like he could melt in those strong arms. They looked each other in the eye, and without breaking off, Zack put him down. Luckily for them both, the Coach had dismissed the other students, so he was the only one seeing what was going on. The bear simply smiled, hummed to himself and began to pack up the equipment.

"C'mon, you need to get changed before the bell goes," remarked Zack. They ran back to the gym and made their way to the lockers. The tiger pointed out he needed to go to the toilet and left, humming to himself. When he was finished, he made his way back to the changing rooms to see if the fox was done.

When he walked in, Zack stifled a gasp and jumped back behind the door. Alex was certainly not finished getting changed; in fact, he had only just come back from a shower. The fox hummed to himself as he put his towel away. Zack couldn't help it; he watched as Alex got changed. The tiger got more and more aroused at the sight of his naked body, his fluffed fur, his elegant movements... He shook his head to clear his thoughts when the fox had finished and walked in.

"All set?" The fox nodded,

"Yep, got everything"

"Lets go,"

The two made their way out of the gym side-by-side.

Alex took the chance and asked, "Is tonight still happening?" The tiger hesitated for a second before continuing on.

"Yes, why do you ask? Do you want to cancel it?"

"No," He denied quickly, "I was just making sure, that's all"

"Ok then," They walked on in silence until they were back at the lockers. The bell had gone so once again the bay was packed. The two simply stood next to each other, drawing strength from the fact that the other was next to him.

Once the hustle dies down, they opened their lockers and looked at their timetables.

"Numeracy with Mr Carter" Alex stated.

"Bugger, I have Miss Slavar."

"Oh well, see you after school?"

"Sure, can't wait until tonight," They both smiled and went their separate ways, thinking about each other without pause.

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So ends the new version of chapter three. Hope you like this one better because it's going to be hell trying to find the old copy. Due to a virus, all files were deleted so that included my 3/4 finished fourth chapter. Please be patient as I'm going as fast as I can while juggling homework.