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Kegen dropped his duffel bag next to his locker, checking his watch. The gym was closing in less than ten minutes, he'd have to wait to get home and shower. The phoenix hated having to walk all the way back to the college campus just to shower. Though it was less than ten minutes away by foot, it meant that he'd have to spend ten more minutes in his sweaty workout clothes from his jog. Resigning to do just that, he looked himself over in the mirror. Stroking his emerald feathers that gave way into fiery red streaks, he decided he looked decent enough to step outside, even if he smelled awful, with sweat staining the armpits and chest of his shirt.

Quickly hurrying outside, the avian eyed the sky and squinted against the wind. It looked like a storm was going to roll in any time as the sun sank lower into the sky behind the foreboding clouds. Hurrying home, he adjusted his bag, fiddling with his running shorts. The stickiness kept his shorts adhered to his crotch. He reminded himself he'd have to come earlier next time. Keeping up with training for Track had been hard with all his college classes.

At first, it hadn't been too bad. He had always been smart and eager to learn. But the workload had begun to grow heavy. Tests and projects seemed to spring out of nowhere every week in every class and Kegen found himself slowly buried in exams and assembling various clocks and switch breakers. It didn't help that he normally went to the gym with his roommate, who had begun to be absent from their training sessions.

Managing to evade the rain, not that he would have minded it in his condition, Kegen walked into the dormitories, and decided to use the elevator. Waiting for it, he felt his phone buzz from his bag. Pulling it out, he saw the picture of his roommate, Kalas. Under it, a text read "Going 2 party u coming?"

Kegen replied back as he stepped into the elevator, "Cant, you know I need to study tonight."

Instantly, the screen lit up back "U are no fun." Kegen rolled his eyes, and stepped into his dorm room, gently shutting the door and dropping his things on the floor. Setting his phone on the counter, he began to strip and then walked into the shower.

As he turned on the hot water, he heard the rumbling outside from the storm that was beginning to roll in. He hopped into the warm water with the intention of finishing quickly, before it began to lightning and thunder.

However, his mind began to turn to his avian friend, Kalas. He would probably pick up a date that night and rock her world, as he often did. Kegen was surprised that Kalas didn't have any diseases at the rate at which he picked up women. "God, why does he have to be so fucking hot?" Kegen mumbled to himself, running his hands down himself, settling between his legs. Gently, he began to stroke himself, and imagined that Kalas was taking him home.

He pictured the muscled body hovering over his, pressing him down into the covers, whispering his name and forcing his legs apart gently. Slipping his fingers into himself, he chirped softly, imagining it was the raven's powerful shaft teasing his opening, slowly forcing him apart, lubing him up before entering him. Thrusting his fingers in deeper, he closed his eyes and bucked into his other hand. He could feel the thick cock spread him wide, shoving into him hard, needing to be inside him. Kalas' hand reaching around and stroking him, circling his fingers over Kegen's wanting head, teasing it gently with his talons, running his hands up along the phoenix's body as he began to thrust into his wanting body. The crow gripped him tighter, pulling his rear into his hips, grinding and rolling into his thrusts, claiming every inch of the green avian's body.

Kalas was filling every inch of him with that thick length, pushing in and out and their bodies pressing together in pleasure. Kegen felt himself grow close as the water trailed through his feathers, imagining Kalas' moans of pleasure, the warm cum spilling inside of his body as Kalas made love to him, using his hands to finish Kegen off as he continued to grind his spent shaft into his mate's rear, urging him onward.

Kegen panted, thrusting his fingers harder in himself, imagining it filled with thick seed pouring from him, feeling himself get so close, he could almost feel it. He could almost hear Kalas' voice whispering sweet words, calling him -

"Kegen!" Kegen jumped with a start, nearly slipping in the shower, grabbing at the wall and showerhead for support as he scrambled, cheeks flushing. He heard the bathroom door open and was thankful the curtain was hiding him, naked with a raging erection that was quickly waning, from Kalas. "The fuck dude!?"

"Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to barge in, I know you're busy. But I really wish you'd come just once with me."

"Oh," Kegen idly wished for the same thing in a different way, peeking out from the curtain at his friend, embarrassed and scowling. "I told you, I need to study. I have to get good grades or I lose my scholarship money."

The crow frowned back at him, gold eyes filled with unhappiness. "Fuck man, you don't have time to do anything with me anymore. I miss my bro."

"And you never come to the gym anymore," Kegen countered loudly over the sound of the water still running.

"I'll meet you there next time, I swear. I've been busy." Kegen rolled his eyes at that. Busy with what? Busy with skipping classes? Busy with his friends all day? The phoenix sighed softly, not wanting to admit how much he missed his friend being around and how many broken promises he'd made.

"Alright." He let it go; telling himself Kalas had no obligation to meet up with him. They were just friends, and Kalas had dozens more where that came from. The only reason the raven still roomed with him is because they'd known each other forever and both had moved a long way from home. Kegen hoped that would make their friendship stronger, but as always Kalas had a habit of easily making friends and getting involved.

"Anyway, I was just stopping by to grab some stuff, I'll see you later," before waiting for Kegen to return the farewell, Kalas closed the door and was out of earshot. Sighting irritably, Kegen finished washing himself and shut off the water. Personal time interrupted, and feelings hurt, Kegen hardly felt like resuming his previous ministrations. Instead, he set off to study for the next day, hoping Kalas would actually keep his promise.

It felt like not a minute after he shut his eyes to sleep, the phoenix opened his eyes wearily to the sound of a door slamming open. At this point, the slamming no longer was a cause for alarm. When he and Kalas had first moved to the university, half a year ago, the sound had made his heart leap into his throat. Now, the sound was common place. Despite that, the banging still was loud enough to wake him. With a low groan, Kegen's talons pulled the alarm clock from the nearby nightstand. The neon letters blinked that it was 4:30 in the morning. Besides the faint green glow from the clock, the room was still dark. Kegen rested his head back into his pillow and fluffed his feathers, trying to return to his restful dreams for his classes that would start in less than four hours.

He understood that his roommate was a hard drinker and was up at all hours of the night, but it had begun to grow tiring for the green phoenix. He needed his sleep, and the constant banging around of his raucous raven friend every other night into the early hours of the morning was waning on his last nerve. Kegen didn't know how much more he could take. Even though he and Kalas had been friends for years, since they were kids, the behavior was starting to become inexcusable. Kegen's friend had always been a partier and a heavy drinker, and quite the lover of women. Kegen knew it would probably get much worse in college, and he wasn't surprised, though he had hoped it might change. Kalas was trying to become a firefighter, and he knew that took a lot of discipline, strength, and brains. Staying out every night to drink himself into oblivion was going to destroy his grades, if not his liver.

Kegen idly wondered if Kalas had brought home another woman, and prayed the crow had gotten his fill before returning home. Kalas was not a quiet drunk, least of all during his fuck sessions. He forced down the jealous thoughts, choking them with worries of the test tomorrow.

As the green bird began to slip back into sleep, he heard the unmistakable sound of a lamp being knocked over, and Kalas cursing hoarsely. Chastising himself mentally for being a considerate friend, despite Kalas not being one, Kegen sat up groggily and reached around for his jeans. He always worried Kalas would fall asleep and choke on his own vomit. After he'd read about it happening a month ago to another college student a few floors down, he couldn't help but worry for his friend. Though Kalas was normally good about holding his alcohol, Kegen zipped his jeans on and sauntered his way to his door and out into the common room.

The set up was nice at the dorms. Theirs had two separate bed rooms on each side, and a main common room in the middle. Most dorms had more than two bed rooms, but Kalas and Kegen had been fortunate. It was a little more expensive, but Kegen was rather relieved. He liked to make new friends, but he'd been anxious about being stuck socializing with potentially annoying or creepy students. Silently, he wondered if they would be as obnoxious as Kalas was. Resigning to decide that Kalas was a good friend, even if an inconsiderate and sometimes unruly one, Kegen flicked on the lights and found his larger raven friend clutching at the table for support. Kalas squinted at the light, cursing and covering his eyes with his claws.

The sight of Kalas without a shirt had long stopped taking Kegen's breath away, though he still enjoyed the view, a little too much; especially since Kalas' feathers clung tightly to him from being soaking wet. Kalas, despite his drinking, had remained very fit and still sported a faint six pack and firm chest. "Once again, it seems you've lost your clothes," Kegen commented, reaching over to his taller friend to steady him. Kegen let out a small grunt as Kalas leaned on him and wet feathers dripped onto his. Being a foot shorter, and about a hundred pounds lighter, Kegen forgot how heavy his friend could be. Where Kalas was strong, bulky, and made for lifting weights, Kegen was slight and thin, made for running. The two had met over sports, and had become less than fast friends. Kalas had always struck him as a bit of a condescending asshole. Below that, Kegen knew Kalas was an acceptable and caring person to those close to him. Unfortunately, he did not have a very good way of showing it.

"I think that imp bitch took it again," the clipped tone was lazy and partially slurred. "She thinks it's funny for me to walk through the rain with no clothes."

Kegen grinned inwardly, despite the thick smell of beer making his eyes water. Though not a fan of the fact Kalas had sex with several women, Kegen rather liked the imp. She had bite to her, even though she was pretty shy like he was. He silently welcomed the fact Kakas had at least been given some hell. He also silently cursed her for getting to sleep with Kalas. "Well let's get you sitting down and dry you off."

As he helped Kalas over, Kegen squawked with surprise as Kalas' hand grabbed his ass. "Shit girl, you have a nice ass." Kegen felt himself blush deeply, and tried to shrug off the hand groping him through his jeans. The digits slid along his cheeks, making him shiver with arousal. God damn, why did Kalas have to be so sexy? Why did he have to be so drunk?

Kegen unceremoniously dumped the large purple raven onto the couch, trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. As the fabric squelched under the damp feathers, Kegen began to become less pleased about the lack of shirt. Regardless, the phoenix grabbed a towel from the bathroom and began to help Kalas dry himself off. Kalas seemed to become a bit dazed, only half awake as Kegen tried to dry him off. Making his way around Kalas' side, through the green dyed feathers above his pelvis, Kegen gasped as Kalas grabbed the side of his head. "Hey girl, if you're gonna go for it, go for it, don't tease."

Kegen blushed fiercely and pushed Kalas' claws away. "Go to sleep Kalas." He ordered heatedly, forcing himself to ignore the flirting. He wanted it, dammit. He pretended not to want it, but he still wanted Kalas. Ass or not, pushing the feelings aside or not, the ache in his heart was still very real.

Kalas chirped softly, his claws again returning to Kegen's head, forcefully pushing it down into his crotch. Kegen's eyes widened to see the tent in Kalas' jeans. The strain of the erection against the fabric made him swallow. "Come on baby, give it a nice lick."

Kegen struggled to turn his head away while Kalas unzipped himself. The thick, purple member sprung free of the jeans and boxers, a faint drop of precum sliding down the head. Kegen's face flushed hot as he stared at the thick dick inches from his face.

Kegen had seen it before, obviously. The two had shared public showers, like all the sports teams did. Kegen had stolen numerous glances at it back when he'd had a pretty large crush on Kalas. However, he'd never seen it this close before. He'd once dreamt of it, seeing it dripping and hard for him. Kalas was as straight as a lacrosse stick, however, and Kegen had reserved the thought to lonely nights by himself in the shower.

Kegen had struggled with his infatuation for Kalas for quite some time, and had mostly overcome it by junior year of high school; Mostly.

Now, with it inches from his head, he couldn't help but inhale the musk of it, and want to slip his beak and tongue around it. "Kalas," he heard himself say roughly, "Stop it, it's me." Not heeding the words, or too intoxicated to register them, Kalas pushed the open mouth to the head of his shaft. The low moan made Kegen's own lust stir. Gods, how he'd dreamed of hearing that sound, How he'd wanted to be the one to make Kalas pant breathlessly all those nights he'd heard him with random women.

Now that the thought was a reality, he fought it. The translucent pre trailed down Kegen's beak as he tried to pull away, face and groin heated. "It's me!" the green bird nearly choked out, trying to shove his head away from Kalas' crotch.

He had wanted this for so long, but he wasn't willing to risk his friendship for it. He had resigned the thought of them being together as a wet dream long ago. Now, it became extremely hard to fight off the idea.

Kegen had no choice as Kalas' forceful hand pushed his friend's head closer. Kegen, who'd been angling his jaw away and trying to talk Kalas out of it, gasped unexpectedly and the thick cock filled the opening. Kegen forced his eyes shut as the large dick pressed into his tongue and mouth. Swallowing, he sucked it softly, feeling Kalas' hand relax slightly. "Oh yes, you make me feel so good," Kalas breathed, still urging Kegen forward.

Kegen surrendered to his desires, wrapping his tongue around the heavy length, his claws pulling the jeans down farther to give him access to the feathered balls beneath them. Gods, he felt so good. The green avian pushed forward as far as he could, taking in over half of him, the small bumps along Kalas' shaft teasing the inside of his mouth.

Needing no further encouragement, and still dazed by the reality of his deepest fantasy, Kegen pulled back, swallowing and tasting the hot musk, breathing it in deeply as his fingers gently massaged the heavy balls in his hands. Stroking and teasing them gently with one hand, Kegen's other grabbed the base of the shaft, sliding up and down along the thick length as he pressed his mouth up and down.

The sweet warmth and taste made his heart flutter, his body feeling hot with desire. He was pleasuring Kalas, he was sharing intimacy with him. He was making Kalas moan, making him hard, making his body arch, making him gasp with desire.

As he went, the length became damp with pre and saliva, the crown of the crow's cock pressing deep into Kegen's throat. Kalas moaned without restraint, his hips bucking up into Kegen's mouth, his hand resting on the side of Kegen's face. "Yes baby, you suck me so well."

Kegen moaned himself, feeling his jeans become tight as he tenderly cared to the length inside his mouth. Gently pressing his tongue to the underside of the shaft, pulling back, he flicked the top with his tongue before pulling the length free. Kegen sized it up nicely, feeling the weight in his hand before lifting it, nuzzling it and licking up and down the sides of it.

He'd always wanted to taste him, and he couldn't get enough. Sweetly and carefully, he ran his hands down the sides, watching the hot flesh throb in response. Coating it with his tongue, he continued to stroke up and down the hard length, his tongue wrapping down along the stirring balls.

Kalas' hips moved accordingly, the heavy cock twitching, pearls of pre rolling down the sides to be lapped up by Kegen's wanting tongue as he traced from the base of the thick cock, back down to the feathered orbs. "Oh God yes," Kegen's nose flared from the hot scent, his own body quivering with excitement and desire.

Slowly, the phoenix pulled away to size up Kalas. Laid back on the couch, still dripping wet, jeans half pulled away, the muscled chest heaved with desire, erect shaft resting on Kalas' right thigh out from his boxers, veins softly pulsing under the warm flesh, slick and waiting.

With a renewed sense of pleasure upon watching his friend, the smaller avian's tongue stroked along the contours of the shaft, pressing firmly but gently into the head, beak pressing back down over it. Once again, this time of his own accord, he accepted and suckled the shaft into his mouth, taking in and pleasuring the majority of the member.

Kegen began to establish a pace, forcing himself down onto the thick shaft, stroking it and swallowing the pre that beaded off of it. He sucked his friend off eagerly, eyes fluttering as he looked up to the crow squirming and panting, breathy moans escaping him. Words of encouragement slurred from Kalas' mouth, his body possessed and pleasured by every firm stroke.

The warmth filled his mouth again and again as he pulled away and pushed back, his beak meeting the eager hips. Kegen himself had never been so turned on, grabbing and stroking the maleness before him, tracing and gripping the slick surface, hearing the soft slap as he worked from the base to his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue up and down the length with wild abandon. He could feel the hot shaft strain and twitch in his mouth, turned on for him, by him. He had wanted this for so long, Kalas at his mercy, wanting him, needing him desperately to get him to finish.

"Oh yes, baby," Kalas crooned, arching up into the hungry beak pleasuring him, sliding hotly up and down the dripping cock. "Oh yes, I'm so close."

The promise excited Kegen, driving him on, pressing his beak down more, but remaining careful as he suckled and milked it with hot desire. He swirled his tongue around it as he pushed deeper and pulled away. His hands roamed Kalas' firm abs, tracing his treasure trail, gripping and lightly rubbing his balls. Moaning himself, Kegen looked up to the crow, hearing him caw softly, helpless and wanting.

He worked his hands over the raven's thighs, up under his jewels, back to the wet shaft. The air hung heavy with lust and desire, of the hot scent and sounds of the phoenix pleasuring the crow. Kegen closed his eyes again, tenderly pressing his beak together and gripping the erect shaft in his hands again. He sped up his motions, tongue wrapping around, pressing harder against the firm flesh, feeling it slide in and out, feathers pressing against his beak. The hand on his face holding him gently, claws running through his feathers as he bobbed up and down, succumbing to his wildest desires.

He felt Kalas shift, the hand gripping his head tighter, the hips pressing almost ruthlessly against Kegen's beak, shoving to the back of his throat. Beak full, Kegen's eyes fluttered and he continued to firmly stroke his scaled claws over the wet dick in his hands. As he did, the balls in his other palm seemed to tighten up, Kalas cawing out in pleasure, back arching up, hips bucking forward in release as he spilled free into Kegen's mouth.

Kegen let the warm seed fill his mouth with its hot squirts from the hot cock deep in his throat. The throbbing felt like heaven, allowing him to taste the warm fluids before swallowing. After the first burst, the crow's hand relaxed some, the sudden rush coming to Kegen as he continued to swallow the sticky cum in his beak.

As Kalas relaxed, the quickly softening cock slipped free, trailing a line of semen from Kegen's beak as he panted softly, licking it off and looking up at his friend. The reality struck him as he wiped his mouth with his scaled arm. Slight fear gripped him through his warm lust. Worriedly, he looked up. His friend was silent, head lolled back on the sofa, legs spread and dripping, flaccid shaft still hanging free. "Kalas?" Kegen breathed softly, withdrawing his arms to himself and waiting for a reaction.

A guttural snore greeted him, and Kegen's beating heart froze in his throat through a sharp intake of breath. What had he just done? What would he do and what could he say? His fantasy had come true, he told himself, hurriedly using the already soaked towel to clean up cum from the floor and Kalas' jeans. His hands lingered on the raven's member, gently working over it before he cursed himself and pressed it back into the boxers, fumbling to zip Kalas' pants back up. He felt sick to his stomach, heart pounding up in his throat as he struggled to stand up, looking at the towel, at Kalas, and dumbly standing, lingering as he watched his sleeping friend on the sofa.

He didn't know what to do with himself as he mentally ran through the fact he had just given his drunken crush a blowjob. The heavy smell of alcohol reminded Kegen that Kalas probably wouldn't remember what happened. How would he handle not remembering? Kegen had tried so long to ignore his feelings, and keep them to himself, but now he's shared something intimate with his best friend. He'd gotten what he wanted, in an off handed way. How was he supposed to act like this hadn't happened? Like he wasn't madly and totally in love with his best friend?

But more than that, Kegen was scared. He was scared; scared he would remember and hate him. He had never told Kalas about his orientation. He had always been worried his friend would see him differently if he knew. Kalas had been a supportive and helpful friend, but he was quick to judge, and he'd never been a fan of homosexuality, as their talks about locker rooms had revealed.

Panic began to set in, and the phoenix threw the towel in the hamper and fled to his room, fighting back the tears in his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He felt like he was going to throw up, his head was spinning.

Kalas had thought he was some girl, and he had pushed Kegen into it. It was Kalas' fault, not his. Trying not to focus on it, but unable to get the thought out of his head, or the taste out of his mouth, he hugged himself, burying himself under his covers. He told himself it would be okay, even as he ran through a thousand scenarios in his head. His heart was still pounding before he began to drift to sleep, scared and anxious, but still hopeful about what the future may hold.