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Brrrrring! Drake opened his eyes and groggily looked around the room. The fox had no idea what time it was, or how much sleep he managed to get last night. He smiled as he remembered everything that happened. From the point where Owen looked him in the eyes and kissed him on the couch to the moment where they walked back to Drake's bedroom under one towel together seemed like one huge, beautiful dream. Drake sighed, then became alarmed. He was used to having dreams that went just like that. What if it was all a dream?! What if-

"Mmmm..." the fox heard, and felt a stirring beneath him.

Drake looked downwards and, sure enough, there was Owen, curled up naked, head pressed to the fox's stomach. The raccoon yawned, opened his eyes, and looked up at Drake with a glint in his eyes.

"Hi," he said.

"Hey," Drake said back, smiling.

"What was that noise?"

Drake began to get up and stretch. It must have been the phone that had woken him up. As he removed the blankets, Owen eyed the fox's morning wood between his furry legs. The raccoon winked at him and made a motion as if to grab it. Drake laughed and said, "Not right now. There'll be time later. And besides, my parents might be home."

Owen froze and remembered that Drake's parents might lose their minds if they walked in on the raccoon pawing off their son. He watched Drake put on his underwear (much to his disappointment) and slowly open the locked bedroom door. Drake saw no one around the house. The fox looked back at Owen.

"Put on some pants, we'll go see if whoever called left a message," he said.

Owen put on a look of mock offense and said, "What? You don't think your neighbors would find me sexy?"

Drake laughed and replied, "Nah, I just want to keep you to myself. Come on, let's see who called."

Owen sighed, got dressed, and followed his fox friend out the door. As they walked, sunlight spilled out through spaces beneath the window shades, illuminating the house and making things cheerier. Owen felt his fur warmed as he passed a window, sunlight catching his grey and black tail. While going down the stairs, he noticed the clock on the wall saying 9:14. Owen was surprised they hadn't slept later; the two must have stayed up doing it so long into the night they should have been wiped out.

Drake stopped in the kitchen and eyed the answering machine. A small blinking red light showed someone had left a message. The fox pushed the play button while Owen put an arm around him, feeling how warm he was.

"Drake, listen, I know it's past 1:00 and we said we'd be back around 12:00, but your father and I had car trouble and we couldn't even leave the parking lot until 2:00. On top of that, your father drank a bit too much, and since he's the only one who knows how to get out of here, we decided to book a hotel room for the night. We're really sorry we haven't come home yet, I hope you and Owen didn't become scared when you saw we weren't home. I'm calling from the hotel right now, we'll be home in about an hour and fifteen minutes. Just grab yourselves something to eat, don't use the oven, if you need to call anyone-"

Owen had pressed pause at that moment. The raccoon's tail was swaying as he turned to face Drake with a secretive smile on his muzzle.

"They won't be home for an hour, Drake," he said. "We have a whole hour to ourselves."

Drake already knew where this was going, and his maleness was already there as he said, "I've never done it in a kitchen before. Not even pawed off."

"First time for everything, right?" Owen asked.

The raccoon pulled down the fox's pants, pushed him up against the refrigerator, and kissed him slowly. As they made out, Drake began undressing Owen. Before long, their cocks were rubbing against one another's, dripping pre onto the linoleum. The raccoon was so excited he grasped Drake's maleness and began to pump. Drake murred, then stopped Owen.

"Wait," he said. "What if someone sees?"

The raccoon looked at the un-shaded window in the living room. He turned back to Drake.

"No one will see if we're on the floor," he suggested.

"Good point," Drake replied.

Drake sat down on the floor. The fox looked up at Owen, slowly getting on his knees. The cold steel of the refrigerator pressed up against Drake's back as he watched Owen's muzzle get closer to his cock.

"Since we are in a kitchen," Owen said. "And because I'm feeling hungry, I think I'll have a little snack before we get down to business."

Owen then engulfed Drake's cock in his muzzle. Drake tensed with excitement. Owen got to work on the warm, throbbing object in his mouth. Drake felt the raccoon's strong tongue licking up and around his maleness, making him rock hard. The fox began to murr again, Owen going down on his cock as far as he could, sucking and dragging warm lips around it. All Drake could feel was Owen's up-and-down movements; the fridge wasn't even cold to him anymore.

"Ohhhh..." Drake moaned, then gasped. "Ugh, Owen, I think I'm going to blow."

Owen just increased in speed. Sure enough, the raccoon felt Drake tense up. He smiled around Drake's maleness and anticipated the warm, sticky cum that was going to coat his tongue. Drake gasped then, hitting orgasm. Owen felt the hot ropes hit the back of his throat, and he started to swallow the sweet seed. The fox just kept coming in his mouth; just what Owen wanted.

When at last Drake stopped, Owen pulled off and sat next to the hot fox. The raccoon licked his lips.

"Best breakfast I ever had," he said.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Drake said.

The fox noticed that Owen was still hard. He looked around the kitchen, thinking of how to help Owen beat out his wood. Then he got an idea.

"Get on the counter," Drake said.

Owen smiled and did as he was told.

"You hungry, Drake?" he asked.

The fox grasped Owen's cock in one paw.

"I like to make breakfast myself," he said, then began pumping.

Owen had not been pawed off before, and the feeling was far better than being solo. Drake went slowly at first, then increased in speed when Owen said, "Harder."

The raccoon was on his back on the counter now, eyes closed, feeling Drake work hard on his cock. His paw was soft, but his movements were fast and hard. So much pleasure was racking his body. Owen was moaning, and Drake took that as cue to go as fast as he could. The fox's paw was a blur as he squeezed and thrust up and down the raccoon's hardness. Owen felt himself about to cum.

"Oh, God!" he yelled, hitting his peak.

The first jet landed on Owen's soft belly fur. The next landed on Drake, who leaned in for more. The raccoon just kept coming until he was spent at last. Drake's face was covered in seed, and Owen's stomach was loaded with white stickiness.

"That... that was great," Owen gasped.

Drake licked his muzzle, tasting the sweetness. Owen slipped off the counter, his cock bouncing cutely as he did so. Drake hugged the coon close to him.

"Hmmm, now what?" he asked his lover.

"Well, we'll eat for real," Owen said. "And then we'll -"

The raccoon froze. Drake looked at him. Why did he look so scared? Owen pointed at the window and said urgently, "Drake!"

The fox whipped his head around. A fatally familiar red van was approaching the house. They had about fifteen seconds before it reached the drive-way.

"Upstairs, now!!" Drake yelled.

"But we left some cum on the counter!" Owen said.

The fox looked at the white residue on the counter. Without thinking, he licked it all up fast and swallowed it down. He turned, grabbed Owen, and they ran to the stairs. The two shot up to Drake's bedroom like bullets. They didn't bother to turn around and see how close the van was. The fox leaped into his bedroom, Owen following close behind. Drake grabbed his underwear and shorts and started getting dressed. Owen searched for his clothes. Just as he put his paw on them, they heard the front door open. The raccoon got dressed faster than when Drake had pawed him.

"Drake! We're here!" the fox's mother yelled.

Drake passed Owen his shirt, began to walk to the door, then stopped.

"My face! They'll see your cum on my face!" Drake said to Owen.

Owen looked at him. He was right.

"Go to the bathroom and wash it off, I'll cover for you," Owen said.

Drake sped off into the bathroom and closed the door. The raccoon walked lazily to the top of the stairs.

"Sorry we're late Owen," Drake's mother apologized. "Did you get our message?"

"Yeah, we listened to it. You only took about twenty minutes to get here, huh?" Owen said.

"Yes, we decided to skip breakfast. Where's Drake?"

"He's in the bathroom."

"Oh. Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

"Yeah, we had cinnamon rolls with icing. I think we made a mess on the counter though. We'll clean it up."

"Oh, alright. Well, I'm off to eat. Come get me if you need me."

"Ok."

Owen turned and walked back to the bedroom. Drake was at the door, head fur slightly damp.

"Cinnamon rolls with icing, huh?" Drake asked. "Great thinking."

Owen smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm awesome."

The two began cleaning up Drake's bedroom, making sure to get all the spots with leftover 'icing'. When they were done, they sat on the bed and surveyed the room. All clean.

"Hey, Drake?" Owen said.

"Yeah?"

"You know when you licked my cum all off the counter? That was really hot."

Drake laughed and shoved him playfully.

"I'd say it was a pretty good sleep over," Drake said.

"Yeah," Owen remarked.

They sat in silence for a few seconds.

"So are we boyfriends now?" Owen asked.

Drake wagged his tail.

"Definitely. You think I'm going to give you up?" he said, showing pride in his mate.

Owen put an arm around his shoulder.

"The school dance is this week. It's going to be hard to hide our relationship from everyone, I think."

"Nah," Drake said. "Keep our eyes steady in the locker room, spank some vixens here and there, and no one will know."

Owen pressed his head into Drake's shoulder and laughed.

"Oh, do not even get me started about the locker room!"

Drake giggled and kissed him between the ears.