Risky Temptations
#2 of Temptations
Streaming beams of sunlight peaked through the loosely drawn blinds of my bedroom. They cascaded down my ruffled headfur and forehead, caressing my closed eyes as I stirred. I hated the sun at times like this. It couldn't leave well enough alone. I pulled my soft, woolen blanket over my head, groaning as I kept my eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the intruder. I sat there in silence, my breathing soft and gentle as I tried to doze back off, wanting to revisit my dreamland to explore those innumerable worlds and universes. There, anything could happen. I could be happy and not alone if I wanted. I uttered not a sound, fearing that doing so would make my dreams vanish in an instant. So, as time went on, and I didn't fall back into my wonderland, I was reasonably annoyed. The beams of light were heating up my body underneath the heavy blankets to the point of steaming. My legs thrashed under the covers, trying to find cold spots as I turned this way and that, cursing blindly until I finally gave up, kicking the covers off of me and cringing at the sun as it stung my closed eyes. I covered my face with my paw, a sigh escaping my muzzle as my brown and black tail curled up between my legs. Did the day already have to begin again?
I sat up, rubbing my eyes, running my paw through my hair. It bounced back up and I shook my head. If there was one guarantee, it was bedhead. Giving a mighty yawn, my canines bared and my arms stretched wide, receiving the day in all its trivialities. My legs swung over the side of the bed, dangling as I fished around behind me, adjusting my tail to get the kink of it. The sun glanced off my naked, German shepherd form. Clothes were always a rather constricting nuisance that I didn't understand. We're all covered in fur anyways, so really, it's not like we're actually nude. But, society be damned, there was nothing that could be done about that.
A half-grimace-half-smile appeared on my muzzle. I could always do it regardless. I'd probably get sent to jail though for bit. If some of those prison stories were true, they'd eat a Shep like me up, but, I don't know how much I'd actually mind that. My paws hit the hardwood floor as I chuckled. Before I got too worked up, it would be a good idea to actually get ready for the day. The floor creaked under my weight, my bones cracking as I turned my body this way and that, stretching to wake my body up with the rest of me.
For the first time, I looked down and was greeted by a twitching red rocket. Great. Guess I had let those thoughts actually go a little further than I had intended. Oh well, I could ignore the urge for now. Even though I told myself that, I did notice my paw rubbing along up my thigh and up and down my member as I casually walked to the kitchen. I casually hit the answering machine on a pass by upon seeing a flashing number.
"You have, one, unheard message-" the machine began, pausing like it normally did when it had to insert numbers.
I was in the kitchen by the time it actually started, pulling a bowl from one of the cabinets while searching for cereals on top of the fridge.
"First unheard message: 'Hey Mitch. It's Steven. Figure you won't be up till late. Bored as fuck. Gonna play tennis at 5. Wanna come? I'll call before I go."
From the instant I heard his voice, my ears had twitched, trained to his particular voice. My entire body was frozen as I took in every word, processing almost every syllable. I turned around abruptly, looking desperately for a clock, my arm catching my empty bowl and sending it to the tile floor, shattering into shards of cheap china.
"Damn it, not again."
The bowl quickly forgotten after I brushed the pieces into a pile, I hopped out of the kitchen, looking at my plain black and white clock that was held up on the wall right outside my kitchen. Analogue. Analogue. Little hand near 3, big hand near 10. Alright, it was 2:50. I had to get ready!.. Did I even have tennis equipment? Racquets? Wait, I still had to eat. Can't go on an empty stomach. I rushed back to the kitchen, pulling out a new bowl, grabbing a box of Wheat Crispies and pouring it in the bowl. 'Cling, kling, clank' went the cereal as it filled up. After the milk was poured in, I scarfed down the quick meal right there in the kitchen, not even bothering to enjoy it really. My tongue lashed out, licking my milky lips, returning them to their original black color. The bowl was in the sink, rinsed, washed and in the strainer before I even realized that I had moved. Well, I was definitely awake now. I grabbed my broom, sweeping up the broken bowl pieces from before into a dustpan, depositing them in the nearest trash.
Should I do a quick cleaning, in case we decided to come back here? My head poked out into the living room. Messy couch, pizza box, a dirty dish or two. Nothing too bad, if that's all that was wrong. I rushed to my right, down the hallway to my bedroom the next door on my right. My dresser stood against the wall closest to my door; hard wood against soft blue plaster. Rummaging through, I found a decent outfit. All sports-y yes, but all tight as well. I don't know why I bothered. Maybe I wanted to have some hope. I caught myself in the mirror on my way out, frowning at my still horrid bedhead. A shower was definitely in order, though I somewhat regretted taking a shower before and after.
I shrugged, made my way to the bathroom, tossed my clothes down, started the water. It quickly steamed up. I got in, cleaned my fur, smoothed it down, made sure to clean everywhere; I fingered myself, for good measure. About a half hour later, I was out, sopping wet, but clean. Drying myself off, I dimly heard a familiar noise. The phone, right now, seriously? I tossed the towel down, still a little drippy as I jogged to the phone, picking up the receiver.
"Hello? Who is it?"
"Who do ya think?" that sweet, tenor, foxy voice answered. Well, it was sweet in my mind, anyway.
"I swear, if you're another telemarketer-"
"You know, I could just hang up jackass."
"Fine, fine. But, I swear I'm not going to buy whatever you're selling, no matter how much I want a fancy blender."
I got us both to laugh on that one. I'm glad at least someone got my sense of humor sometimes.
"So what's up Steven?"
"Did you just get up?"
"No, I've been up. But what did you want?"
"At least I wasn't your wake up call. What are you doing today?"
"Nothing that I know of."
"Well, you are now. Got tennis racquets?"
I hesitated on that. "Umm... I'm not really sure."
"Go check," he answered, simply.
"Sure, be right back."
I laid the phone down. I'm pretty sure he heard me rustling around in my hallway closet as I literally tore the thing apart trying to find anything that resembled a racquet. Ears down and defeated I walked back to the phone. I was immediately met by his voice. I'm guessing he heard my sigh.
"Don't have one, do ya?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Well, the sigh gave it away. Of course, the sound of you trashing your house might have also helped with that," he chuckled.
"So..." I began, unsure of what to say now.
"So what?"
"What now?"
"Buy one? I know you're slow Shep, but I always thought you at least had some common sense."
He could probably see my ears folding back through the phone. He knew how embarrassed I got.
"I... um... sure. I'll go down and fetch one."
"Did you seriously say 'fetch'?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason, doggy," he laughed. "Anyways, I'll walk by and pick you up at 4:30; think you'll be ready by then?"
I glanced at the clock. That'd give me about 45 minutes. I nodded, even though I knew he wasn't there. "Sure, I could get that! See you then!"
I'm pretty sure that he was still laughing at me and my excitedness. "See you in a bit Shep."
"See ya, Foxy!"
He hung up and I shook my head.
"Foxy? What was I thinking?"
I let the phone down, thinking. I nodded, quickly rushing to the door to head out and get a racquet. Well, I would have gone out, had I not suddenly realized that I was still naked as the day I was born. With a slight blush and a flustered sigh, I hurriedly rushed to my room, dressed myself in a pair of jeans and an old, black t-shirt, grabbed my wallet and headed out the door. I went down the five flights of stairs to the ground floor of my apartment building. The sun was beating down slightly as I walked along the pavement, the air warm and humid. I passed by several small businesses, little mom-and-pop-shops with sales on vegetables and peanuts, and all sorts of other random things. A few blocks down, I finally made it to one of the sporting stores. For not being a sports-fur, I was surprised when I actually remembered where it was. The doors parted as I walked in, a blast of air conditioning hitting my fur, making it fluff back. I ignored it.
The tennis section proved to be quite elusive. After wandering the store for 10 minutes, I was approached by a Dalmatian, lithe, tall, friendly.
"Hello sir, are you finding everything alright?" he smiled warmly at me, spotted tail wagging back and forth slowly.
My own tail did the same out of habit. "Well, actually. I'm looking to buy a tennis racquet, but I can't seem to find it."
His eyebrow rose slightly, I'm guessing from my voice. I knew it sounded a little bit feminine, but I always forgot how much so. To my surprise, he chuckled and got this cute little grin on his face. He moved to the side and extended his paw out, gesturing ahead of me. My paw hit my forehead so hard.
"Of course, it had to be right in front of me."
The Dalmatian was in my view again. "Aren't all the things you're looking for right in front of you?"
I paused, looking hard at this canine. Was he hitting on me? Most furs didn't outright hit on me. Sure, I saw their eyes travel, a corgi at the pharmacy, a wolf in the grocery store, a panther or tiger even on the rare occasion. Sure, I was flattered, and they were cute, but I didn't really have eyes for them. But, back to the matter at hand; I could clearly see that he was keeping up that smile, even though I could sense he was nervous, his tail was still. Whatever, I'll be nice.
"Heh, yeah, I guess they are."
His smirk widened, "You said you're looking for something to slap balls with, right?"
Clever innuendo. I might have to look into him sometime, if I felt like it. "Yeah," I smiled back, "but for now, I have to settle on a racquet. I'm meeting with a friend today, but, if ever need something better, I'll be sure to browse around here again."
His tail was wagging. I don't know if he noticed it. He was cute with how happy that seemed to have made him. He opened his paw in that direction again; I swear he almost bowed.
"Shall we?"
"Let's."
So we got to the tennis section, he said a few more kind of cute things, but eventually we found what I was looking for and I quickly hurried out of the store. I checked my watch; there was about 10 minutes for me to get back to my apartment. No reason to hurry then. I casually walked down the streets, admiring the skyline a few times. I noticed a few strange looks my way, but I tried to ignore it. Furs were nosy, I justified. What really surprised me though, was when someone smacked my ass. I turned around, ready to give the evil eye to whoever had the nerve to do such a thing, and I was completely shocked when I saw it was a female cougar. That was something that never happened. She was giggling with a few of her friends, smiling and waving at me as we both walked away from each other. I turned back straight ahead, shaking my head.
"What is up with everyone today?"
Soon, my walk was over. I bounded up the flights of stairs and made it back to my apartment, slightly panting from the heat and exertion as I set down my bag. I left the door unlocked as I walked into the next room, grabbing my workout clothes. I stripped myself there in the living room, starting with my pants. I undid the buckle, button, and zipper, pushing them down along with my boxers. My head was down, towards the bathroom as bent down to grab my shorts. That's when I heard a whistle.
"Nice ass you got there."
I froze. My mind reeled as I slowly tried to turn around. Would he seriously walk in without even knocking? God damn it, he would... Sure enough, when I was finally able to look back, I was able to process it. I don't know how red my face got, but my body quickly followed, turning right to him as I stood there stammering, only realizing a minute later that I was still half naked. I pulled my shorts in front of me, my shoulders hunched inwards as my eyes shut.
"Oh come on, I'm just kidding," Steven said. "And you don't need to cover yourself, I really don't care."
"Shit, Steven! Can't you knock?"
He shook his head. "Of course I can't. You're way too hilarious like this."
His first comment came to my mind suddenly and I tried to regain a cocky composure as I struggled to look up at him. "Wait, you were looking at my ass? Doesn't that make you gay for me?"
He smirked in response. "Nope. I'm an ass man, you know that. I can appreciate one on guys and girls, doesn't mean I'm gonna do anything with it. You get so nervous about it, it's funny... Here, I'll help."
Mother of God, he dropped his pants.
"Dude, what the fuck?!"
Now I was really red. My brown and black tail was twitching wildly as we both stood there, me trying to keep my eyes to his as he had this stupid, smug look on his face.
"Unlike other straight guys, I'm comfortable with my sexuality. It's funny watching them shy away in the locker rooms too... I'd figure that you'd take a chance to look, to be honest, but, if want me to change into my sweats faster, I can do that too."
"I-... ugh, I mean-...Christ." He could probably see my eyes fighting to stay focused on his.
But I couldn't help it. They drifted down. He took off his shirt.
"Why!?" I sputtered again.
He shrugged. Shit, damn him... What was he getting after? My eyes, trailed down his creamy white chest, along his toned, orange biceps, down his wonderful, beautiful abs, and I practically had to hold back the drool when I looked lower, seeing his black sheath and balls, so wonderful. God... I wanted him so bad.
"So, you just gonna stand there and look?"
I gawked. Seriously, this had to be a fantasy. This could not be Steven, my straight, fox friend who would never let me do something like this. I swallowed hard, nodding slowly as I moved closer to him, hesitant steps, straight tail, and ears flat back against my skull. The instant I put a paw to his chest and one to his thigh, feeling the soft, warm fur, close enough to smell his faint scent, he grabbed my paws and smiled, smirking at me as he put them back to my side. He grabbed up his work-out clothes, sliding his shorts up, and I stood there, jaw dropped to my lap as I stared at him.
He grinned back at me. "That's for trying to spike my drink just so you could get into my pants last time... Now, close your muzzle. I want to get to the court before it gets too dark."
Straight guys who are comfortable with their sexuality... I hate them.
"Now that was cruel."
He chuckled. "Heh, I didn't hear you complaining with what you saw. Besides, you deserved it. Lesson learned."
"What lesson?" I practically shouted.
I slowly began to pull on my clothes as well, cheeks still burning furiously as my ears were still pinned back to my head. That was pure torture. I don't think I could ever look at him the same way again. Well, clothed at least.
"The lesson of: only get me drunk when I want to get shitfaced. That, and don't try to get into my pants when said drunkenness is occurring."
I tried to nod, but I'm sure it only looked like I was trying to adjust myself. "Whatever," I muttered.
He walked over to me; both of us fully clothed now and ruffled my headfur. "C'mon dude, don't be like that. You mess with me; I mess with you. That's how it goes."
He touched my chin with his black paw, lifting my head; my green eyes meeting his blue ones. As much as I hated him right then, I would have done anything to kiss him at that moment. I didn't want to admit it, but he was right. It was only fair that he do that. I nodded, trying to smile.
"I got cha. Alright, well, let's not burn anymore daylight."
He walked by my side, patting me on the shoulder. "That's the spirit!"
My smile became more real as I grabbed my bag and headed out with him.
We talked the whole way there, and he had me in laughing genuinely again from at least the halfway point. I had completely forgotten why I was so mad at him before. We found an empty court. Now, I could say my normal thing of how balls were going back and forth fast and hard, but, that mood was kind of ruined earlier. Now, I'm no good at tennis. He would hit the ball, and I would run and sprint, swing and... miss completely. Or, when I would hit it, the ball would fly, up, up, and over the cage, which means I got to run around the entire enclosure just to get some little balls.
A few times, I actually won a match, and I would cheer and gloat, for the sake of a small victory. He would shake his foxy head, sweatband across his forehead as I made an idiot of myself. I realized that I really needed to get out, and I'm pretty glad that he convinced me to go. Even though I fell a couple of times, foolishly diving for a ball, scraping up my knees, I still got up and brushed off. He was concerned, probably thinking that I got hurt easily, but I told him that I was used to it.
"I'm just accident prone!" I would yell across the court.
"Just figured that you were used to being on your knees!" he would yell back.
Not exactly appropriate public conversation. We got a look from a stallion that was playing with his daughter and they quickly moved to the other side of the enclosure. After that, Steven motioned me over and we met in the middle at the net.
He shook his head somberly, "People these days..."
I almost took him seriously until I saw that sly smile of his again.
"We're such jackasses!" I laughed.
He motioned at the two equines, "No, clearly they are."
"And you're the worst one of us both."
He shrugged. "Yeah, but you wouldn't be head over heels for me if I weren't such a horrible person."
I stared at him. I'm pretty sure he knew I liked him a lot. But I don't think he realized how much. And, I mean, it wouldn't do any good telling him, because he'd never feel the same way.
"Heh, yeah, true. You're great just how you are."
"That's what I thought. Now..." he paused as he took a sniff of the air, his nose crinkling, "Think it's time to leave. Could really go for a shower."
"Could use some company too," I said snidely.
"Sure, I could have you over," he shrugged
"Oh... I didn't think you-"
"Are you busy?"
"No, but I-"
"You're coming over then."
"I don't have anything with me..."
"We're both guys. Unless you need a bra for your nonexistent boobs, then I'm pretty sure you can use my stuff... Actually, I might have a bra lying around from the last girl..."
"Gross!"
"Heh, you gay guys are so funny. It's like you're allergic to women or something."
I laughed hard, "Well, I, for one, certainly am!... Did I even tell you what happened today?"
He smirked and shook his head, "No. Go on."
"So, I was walking down the street," my paws came out, gesturing along with my voice, "and from out of the blue, I feel someone smack my ass. Now, normally, I just glare at them, but, to my horror, it was some cougar chick! She and all her friends were laughing at me. And it was weird, everyone was giving me weird looks too, and there was this really friendly Dalmatian and-"
"I'm not shocked."
"What? Why?" My head tilted.
"Dude, did you see what you were wearing?"
I shrugged. "I just grabbed a t-shirt and pants. Nothing shocking about that."
"You're shirt said 'Deliveries in Rear' with an arrow pointing down. I thought you did that on purpose."
I could feel my face heating up immediately. I laughed nervously. "You're joking! I put that shirt away years ago."
"Apparently you didn't. Your shirt was literally screaming 'Look at my gay ass!'" The fact of how loud he said it accompanied with hand motions really made me blush even brighter.
"I-I guess that explains it... But, let's get out of here; I've had enough embarrassment for one day."
"Well, I beg to differ-"
"Come on!"
I grabbed Steven by the paw, pulling him with me to where we had put our stuff down and practically begged him for us to leave, and after I was pretty much on my knees (wow, he was right earlier), did he finally concede. We left the facility and started towards his house. It was nice to get some air again. Being in the city, anything sport-like was either kept to the park or indoors, for fear of hitting cars with stray balls and the occasional smog days didn't help. I took in a deep breath as I walked beside Steven, leaning against him occasionally because I felt like I could get away with it. The air was actually decently fresh today. It was probably because we were getting closer to Steven's home. He lived halfway between the country and the city. Not quite a suburb, but about the line of where the large buildings ended and the fields began. It was fifteen minutes later when we finally reached his home. It was a one story, ranch-style house. It was only slightly bigger than my apartment, but he paid less, considering that he was further away from everything than I was. He opened up the door and let me go in first. I whistled when I saw the inside.
"What?" he asked.
"You... it's actually clean!"
He laughed and punched my arm, and I flinched playfully. "Of course I did! I told you, the ladies like clean houses. Can't have to go clearing off a few cases of beer and a pizza box off the bed just to try and get them in there!"
"Man, and I thought being a trashy, douchebag was the only way to get women."
"No, no, not at all. You gotta treat 'em all gentle-like."
We both sat their laughing as he flicked the lights on. God, if any of my girl friends heard us talking like this, they'd swear we were chauvinists. I padded into the main room, dropping my stuff and tugging at my shirt, debating on whether I should do it or not. It was a really hot day after all, and, maybe I could get Steven to do the same. He beat me to the punch. Gosh, he was so willing to strip wasn't he? He looked back at me and I kind of shied away as I gingerly lifted my shirt up, standing there what must have been awkwardly. He simply chuckled at me and smiled.
"Don't know about you, but I'm starved."
I nodded, "Same here! But, don't you want to get a shower?"
He winked at me. "You're just saying that because you want to see me naked again. That was a one-time deal, Bud."
"Oh come on, you know I want much more than to just see you naked," I smirked and nudged my elbow into his side.
"I knew it!" he proclaimed, as if it were some huge discovery that had been at his fingertips for years.
I watched him walk away towards the kitchen. Maybe I watched too closely, those swaying hips, that fluffy tail... Snap out of it! I drummed my paw on my thigh. For once, couldn't I look at him for another, regular guy? I followed after him a few minutes later. His kitchen was so much nicer than mine; it almost made me jealous. I walked to the fridge, getting a cup and filling it with water. I looked to him as I heard the sound of meat in a frying pan.
"Hey, do you want anything to drink?"
He looked over his shoulder at me. "Sure. Oh, liquor's in the bottom shelf, in case you were trying to pull something again."
I shook my head, grinning widely, "Nope, nope. I've learned my lesson."
I gulped down the water, happy to finally have some liquids in my system again. That whole thing before had had me panting. Once I finished, I set my glass on the counter. I crept up to Steven, looking over his shoulder as I held him with my paws, which he could only smirk at.
"How long is food gonna take?"
"Be about... half hour I'd say to get it all done. I know you want my meat really badly, but you have to wait."
If only... "Well, if it's gonna take that long, I'm gonna grab a shower, okay?"
"Sure thing, Bud. Grab a pair of boxers from my room if you want. It's late enough that I'm thinking of turning in after I cream you in a game or two."
"Alright. Well, I guess we'll be up all night then, because you're not gonna beat me even in your wildest dreams."
"Ha, go and get you're shower you cocky asshole."
He swatted his paw at me and I stuck my tongue out at him, poking him in the sides before running away. I heard him yip and yell after me.
"Don't tickle me you cocksucker!"
"It's not my fault you're ticklish!" I yelled back, laughing.
I finally slowed back down to a walk, panting quietly. I stopped off in his room, grabbed a flowery pair of boxers, for the stereotypical goodness before I went to his bathroom. The water started and warmed quickly, and I was only too happy to get in. The warmth hit my tired muscles and aching knees and I let out a soft murr. Showers are perfect. No one can ruin them for me. I washed my fur for the second time that day, rubbing his foreign conditioners, shampoos and soaps all over, the different scents catching my attention. I didn't often share cleaning products, but times like this made me wish that I did.
It took a little bit to sink in, but it soon hit me that I was going to be spending the night with Steven. He usually didn't care if we slept in the same bed, so, maybe he wouldn't mind tonight as well? And... it was always good to be prepared. I pulled back the shower curtain, as if expecting someone to be right outside it, judging me silently. I shook my head, letting it fall back into place as the water cascaded down my body. Well, I mean, better safe than sorry, right? I grabbed his bar soap and lathered it up in my paws, setting it back down as I turned my front to the streaming water as my paws moved back, rubbing between my tailcheeks. I kept my muzzle and eyes closed as I continued, pushing a finger in, sliding further. My teeth clenched when I switched to my middle finger, pushing further and further until it was all the way in. God, why was I so tight? I guess I really needed to get laid. I spread myself wider, not thinking about getting pleasure out of it, just trying to make sure I would be clean. My ears laid back as my finger slid in and out, my muzzle opening slightly as a very quiet murr escaped. My tail twitched back and forth as I started to let my mind wander, imagining something else. But, right as I was starting to enjoy myself, there was a knock on the door and I abruptly ended my enjoyment, blushing at the realization of what I had been thinking.
"Supper's about done. Don't want you spending all night in there!"
"Kay! I'll be out soon!"
I quickly washed my paws off, turning around and letting the water help as well. I twisted the knobs, the water ceasing as I stepped out. I shook myself back and forth roughly, water hitting the walls as I suddenly fluffed up. I chuckled. Gosh, that trick never gets old. Soon, I was out in just a pair of boxers.
We ate in the small dining room that he had, tearing apart our food like, well, animals. From there, the night was practically a blur. We played games, watched movies, did this, did that. I honestly thought we would have been tired way before we were, considering the long day that we had had.
At last, at roughly 2:30 AM, Steven gave a great yawn, muzzle wide open and teeth bared slightly before he almost squeaked. He had finally beaten me at Super Death Metal 5 for the second time, and I had a feeling that he was losing steam pretty fast. And boy, was I not more correct. He stretched slightly with one arm up and the other holding the first.
"Alright, I'm gonna get a shower and go hit the hay."
"A shower? But you're fur will be trashed the next morning."
"Heh, it's not like I'm going on any dates tomorrow. It's Sunday."
"True, true. So..." I hesitated, "where am I sleeping?"
"Wherever you like, Dude."
"Wherever?"
He rolled his eyes. "Sure. You can sleep on the roof if you like."
Now was my turn to slug his arm.
"Oh fine!" he laughed, "I'll just assume you'll be in my bed too."
"Of course. It gives me reason to say I've slept with you!"
He ruffled my headfur playfully. "Only in your wildest dreams, Shep."
As he moved away to his shower, I was tempted to reply 'Your dreams will be pretty wild'. And so, I decided to make myself comfortable. I pranced into his room, always in awe at his bed that was so much bigger than mine. I turned on the box fan at the foot of his bed and searched through his CDs that he had for his surround sound. My claws went over the different titles.
"No... not this one... where is it?" I whispered.
I know that I gave a copy to him, and had even left a second copy here myself, in case he lost it. Finally, bottom row, sitting on top of the others, I found it. One of the rain CDs I had made for him. I opened up his machine, placed it in and put it on. The soothing sound of a rainstorm came to my ears as I smiled. I sat on the edge of his bed for a while until I started to feel my eyes getting heavy, yawning myself. Gosh dang... he was taking forever. Maybe if I laid down for a bit...
I startled myself awake. Time had shifted a moment. Crap, what time was it? I searched for the nearest clock. I let out a sigh of relief. Phew... It had only been for 20 minutes. Nothing too serious.
My ears twitched at the sounds of water that quickly cut off. Oh, he was getting out! My feet tapped against the floor. I was forgetting something. I sat there a few moments, my claws drumming against my thigh. Then it clicked. I stood up, not wanting to make much noise as I browsed through his dresser drawers, finally finding what I was looking for after a bit of a search of looking under his mountains of clothing. I left it there and shut his drawers again, slowly tiptoeing to the kitchen. I needed a pick-me-up. Searching through the fridge, I found myself a soda, chugging it down quickly and then getting a glass of water to rinse out with. The feeling of it on your teeth if you can't brush sucks. I made my way back to the bedroom, slipping under the covers and turning on my side, away from the door, breathing lightly. The door creaked open and I heard Steven pad in.
"Heh, he's already asleep," he whispered.
I felt the bed shift as he moved into it. I couldn't really look at him, but I still would have loved to see him. He probably was enjoying this rain soundtrack, just like he apparently enjoyed it when he was over at my apartment. He sighed happily. And now began the long wait; that was the most dreaded part. At least this time though I had his bedside clock lit up to tell me the time. It definitely helped keep me awake with the light. The gentle sounds of the rain and the fan, along with my feigned snoring and sleeping kept on and on. It definitely felt like it was going by faster than last time though. Maybe the caffeine had kicked in early tonight. That would be a plus for sure. I was tempted to yawn a few times though, since I was actually pretty tired, but I kept my eyes on the clock, watching it as I snuggled in the covers a few times, trying to get uncomfortable enough that I wouldn't be able to doze off. The sheets were so cool, and the bed was so comfy though, that I admit that there were a few times that I thought I had actually fallen asleep, but a quick look confirmed that I was still kicking. My breaths came in slowly, in and out, chest rising and falling, as I had done seemingly countless times. The pitter-patter of imaginary rain continued, as if a gentle rainstorm was tinkling against his window, cooing gently with its soothing song. I wanted to sleep badly tonight. But there was something I wanted more.
It had been about a half hour since he had gone to bed. He had started snoring a few minutes ago. I counted off the minutes. One. Two. Three. Four. It was agonizingly long now. I needed to wait another twenty minutes. I wished... I yawned midthought, stretching slightly... that they had something to speed time along. My paw absentmindedly moved to my midsection, before sliding down, playing with the crotch of his boxers that I was wearing. I rubbed gently, feeling myself as I started to imagine again. I had to do everything right tonight. Sure, it was going to be a bit bold, but, I needed it. A soft whine whispered through my lips as I slipped my paw below the waistband, feeling my red tip poking out as I slowly rubbed my thumb along it, murring quietly. This was one thing guaranteed to make time go faster. I stroked myself slowly, growing harder in my grasp as I pumped slowly, eyes closed. My tongue lashed over my lips again as my brow furrowed, my paw still moving slow enough to keep me interested without letting me get too close. Finally, after I found myself panting, did I look at the clock.
I pulled my paw out and swung myself off the bed, grinning in the dark. It was time. Steven was snoring decently, so I was hoping he wouldn't hit REM sleep for a while. I nearly crawled to his dresser in fear of stepping on something, or crashing into something. It was true that I was very accident prone. I opened the drawer quietly, and of course the freakin' thing had to squeal. I looked back, frozen, ears poised and ready to listen. He hadn't reacted, but I noticed that he was now on his back. I let go of my held breath. Okay, so I did still have some time. I rummaged through it again until I found what I was looking for. I crept to the foot of the bed, turning the fan around so it wouldn't blow towards the bed before I tiptoed to his side of the bed, carefully and slowly lifting the covers from his body, pulling it down past his knees. God, what was I doing? This probably had to be the most insane idea that I'd ever thought of. But there he was in all his glory. The moon was hitting his frame through the window, catching every curve Steven had. I laid my paw on his stomach, feeling how warm he was, feeling the texture of the fur over his muscles. It was so soft. My paw slid lower, under the waistband of his boxers. I felt his plump sheath in my grasp and I gave a soft squeeze. I watched his face, and there was only a light pull of his muzzle as he snored again, arms moving behind his head. I began to massage the fuzzy lump, slowly, not wanting to disturb him too much. After a few long minutes, I finally felt that sweet tip poke out accompanied by a small murr from the gorgeous fox. I began to take chances again. My paw slipped out to open the front fly before diving back in and pulling his sheath through.
The sound of the rain, fan, and his deep breaths continued. This was my last chance to back out. I smiled to myself though, licking my lips, bending down and taking his sheath into my muzzle, his cocktip pressed against my tongue as I worked him out slowly. My ears twitched when I heard him groan quietly. I lapped at his length, feeling it grown in my mouth as I began to suck lightly, tongue wrapping around as I sucked my cheeks in. His scent filled my nostrils and I shivered. My paw teased at the base, squeezing gently and pumping against my slow bobbing. I kept going, sucking gently, a soft popping sound escaping once in a while as he began to throb in my maw, a thin line of pre leaking against my tongue. That was all the sign on needed. I pulled off of him, licking my lips again from the salty, delicious taste of his pre as I watched his face, my paw still slowly pumping his flagging shaft. The only difference was one of his paws was now on his chest, but besides that, he was still fast asleep. This was going to be the tricky part. In my other paw, I held what I had borrowed from his drawer. I popped the lid of the lube. I stopped stroking him just long enough for me to squirt the liquid into my paw, which was then quickly wrapped around him again. I watched his face and he almost squirmed. I held back a needy whine. Gods he was beautiful. When I finished with him, I shimmied out of my boxers, kicking them to the side and rubbing a generous amount of the stuff under my tail. I shivered. I definitely hadn't gotten to use this stuff in a long time. I wiped the excess off into my hip fur, setting the small bottle on a nearby nightstand. I took a deep breath and sighed. This was... Extremely stupid. But, I needed it, needed him, needed someone who I couldn't have.
Getting on to the bed without moving it a lot was a pain. My first knee almost rolled him over and off the bed, but I quickly clambered on, sitting on his lap, looking down at him in the moonlight. I reached behind me, feeling his still hard shaft in my grasp. I lifted myself, moving down his body, my tail raised high as I lowered, gasping at a radiating warmth.
I bit my lower lip as I closed my eyes, taking the chance and pushing down. I grunted at a sudden pressure that started to spread me open. I whined. It was louder than I expected, but I suddenly remembered that I had to watch him, had to be ready to hop off. I pushed down more and more, feeling his wonderful, throbbing shaft push deeper and deeper into me. I felt his pre inside me, lubing me up even more as his wonderful cock took me. My paws were on his chest as I whimpered and moaned quietly. Steven's muzzle was open now too, tongue out a little as I fell the last bit, sitting completely on his lap. My entire body was spasming, from my tight tailhole to my twitching tail. I growled as I rose up again, my shaft hard and throbbing in the moonlit air, a glint of pre glistening on the tip as I rose to the top before falling back down slowly, his seemingly huge cock taking me so wonderfully. The bed squeaked quietly as I began to ride faster, rising up and impaling myself on him over and over, my tail hiked higher and higher, my chest heaving as I struggled to stay quiet, biting my lip harder as he began to moan as well. But they were the cute moans, and I watched as his brow furrowed, ears pinned back as mine were doing the same. I rode him harder, my tongue lolling out as he speared me over and over. I let myself get lost in the moment, feeling him shift and throb in me, coating me in his pre as I grabbed his chest fur gently, giving myself more leverage to have him plow me. The wet sound of my hips smacking his echoed as my own cock bounced against my stomach each time I went down, pre leaking from the tip and landing on his stomach. My tailhole clenched around him, massaging his vulpine member. His knot began to push under my tail, pressing against my tailring. I wanted it so bad. I pushed down on him harder, the bed lurching slightly as his knot spread me open further, making me whine in need. I was panting heavily as I leaned down and did something I had never dreamed off. I kissed him. Sure, he couldn't return it, but he still moaned into it. I slid up and down, my pre leaking on him as I felt my own knot inflating, but I was more worried about his. I took him deep and hard, lifting myself up. Every sense was on fire, my vision was nearly white. I just had to... I slammed down hard and heard a loud pop. His knot spread me wide, my eyes shooting open as I quickly clamped a paw over my muzzle, moaning loudly as his cock hit my prostate hard, my eyes shutting again tight as my other paw held the tip of my own cock. I was stifling moan after moan as I suddenly came hard into my paw, rope after rope shooting and leaking all over him. My tailhole clamped down around him, milking every inch when his body shook. I gasped again louder, not able to contain it as his cock spasmed inside me, his thick cum shooting deep inside me and filling me up. I tried to ride it out as best as I could, sounds barely escaping now as I tried to pull off. It hurt like hell. I gritted my teeth. I knew he wasn't finished, and I knew how much I wanted to stay there, but I couldn't be caught like this.
As much as I hated doing it, I needed my paws free. I opened my muzzle and drank what cum was in paw, liking it up and cleaning myself. I reached over, barely making the bottle of lube as I squirted it into my paw. I smeared it around the base of his cock and around my tailhole. He was panting too, slowly, inconsistently, but panting still, his face glazed over in a pleased look, which quickly turned sour as I began to pull and tug harder and harder until I was able to pull off. Shit... That hurt... How on earth was he still asleep for this? I mean, don't get me wrong, but he slept like a rock. I shakily got off of him. I leaned down, licking his stomach and around his shaft that twitched from my touch. I spent a few minutes, listening to him murr as he was cleaned. When I was satisfied, I slipped his member, now hidden back in his sheath back under the fabric of his boxers as I replaced everything how it was before. My tail was kinked slightly as I stumbled over to my side of the bed, crawling in and drifting to sleep.
I didn't know what time it was. Something had roused me from my slumber. Maybe it was my tailhole hurting. I groggily opened an eye. It was 5 AM. The light from the hallway was on. I heard someone moving through the doorway, the lights going out as someone entered the room. I closed my eyes.
"Good, he's still asleep," I heard Steven's voice whisper. I could feel him leaning over and looking at me as I kept my eyes shut. "Poor thing," he began again, his tone of voice more somber and soft, something I wasn't used to, "he's really gotta get someone someday. He's just hurting himself by being around me." I heard him rustle against the sheets and the bed moved to his weight. "Maybe I'll talk to him about it soon..."
He sighed, and I was suddenly cold. I wanted to swallow. There was a lump in my throat. What did he mean by that? Did he know what I had done? Maybe... maybe he was talking about... did he know how much I really cared for him?... Or, was I just overanalyzing things? I mean, he could mean it about something totally different, right? My legs pulled up to my chest under the covers. Why was I so cold now? My tail curled between my legs and over my front as I shifted, pulling closer to myself. What was he talking about? What did he know? I was worried, scared, and so cold. Did he have any more blankets? I didn't even notice I was shivering now. The shivering wouldn't stop. What was going on? It hadn't been this cold earlier. I wanted to get up, stand in front of a heater, or at least jump into a shower. My body was trembling.
And then, I felt a paw on me. It was warm. It was joined by a body now, even warmer than the paw. It was Steven. He wrapped his arm around me and... held me. From all the time I'd known him, since high school, he had never done something like this. And, it wasn't a loose embrace. It was tight. It was close. It was warm. I didn't move. We just laid there and eventually, my shivering stopped as he held me in his warm arms.
"You'll be fine," he whispered softly. "You'll be fine."
Did he know that I was awake? He sighed and patted my shoulder, turning away from me. I... I didn't know what to do, or say... or even what to think. I rubbed under my eye. Is this the first time he'd done this? My stomach hurt as I stayed in a tight ball, clinging to the covers, aching. Why did he do that? Something else came to my mind. I frowned.
What had I done?
Alright, and there's part 2 of the Temptation Series!
I'm a bit unsure of where to take it after the next part, so I'll have to think about it a while. And, to be honest, this part alone took quite a lot out of me. Something about it felt a little off, but that may just be me being paranoid. Regardless, I'll be tweaking here and there if need be.
Once again, it was all a done-in-one-night type deal, so there's probably plenty of typos littered throughout, but, I've tried to catch them on my read-throughs. Also, if there are any major flaws, please point them out! It helps so much! =)
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed! =)