To Alaska: Chapter 2 (Re-Vise)
I wiped the blood off of my muzzle with the remaining strength I had. I felt like my chest had caved in; my breath was short of none. I dare not try to lift myself from the rain-soaked ground of the football field. A final, feeble effort to lift myself was met with a swift kick to the ribs, and just like that I was down. John, the football captain, stood over me, looking down with an evil smile. "Stupid little fag." Another kick, this time to the liver. I didn't have enough breath to cry out. The edges of my vision were a shrouded land, luring me into unconsciousness from the pain. I could see his face; that evil, sinister, vile, disgusting smile. I looked at him with pleading eyes, wanting desperately for him to leave. "If I could just stand up to run...I could probably get away..." I thought that. It even seemed like a good idea; John wasn't very quick. He could never match my speed, even if I was in the shape I was in. I kept the thought...I wanted to get out of here. I had to, because if I didn't, I would be killed. "Alright...I can do this...just need to distract him..." Headlights. They rolled onto the field, showering it in a new light. John shielded his eyes against the high beams focused right on him. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. "What was that?" Pat. Pat. Pat. "Getting louder...getting faster? Is someone..." My questions were answered with a bloody roar and a thump. "Lucas! Lucas, stay with me! Lucas!" Who was this? Who was this savior of mine? My eyes shut. I knew this voice...it was so familiar! I was lifted from the mud, the pain searing through me. I couldn't cry out, so all this pain showed in my facial expression. The savior put my muzzle to his chest; so warm, so soft...I could feel his heartbeat! He carried me from the field, urging me to stay awake. I was set in the back of a car...the seat felt so familiar, also...I knew this person. I had to. Everything about them seemed to trigger my memory. I could hear him talking to someone..."We're at the football field, hurry! I don't know if he'll stay awake." I caught that. Who was he telling about me here? He came close. I forced my eyes open, and through the shrouded misty lands of near unconsciousness, I saw him. Chris. "Lucas, listen! The paramedics are on their way. You just need to stay awake! Lucas? Lucas!...."
Chapter 2: A Simple Time Before
It was the final quarter of Capricorn High School's final tournament game. Shoes squeaked up and down the newly refurbished court as points were scored on both sides; the score was tied, twenty-six to twenty-eight, with Capricorn behind. I sat there in the crowd, yelling for the win; hoping somehow that the addition of my voice would add to the rally. "Come on, Daryl! You can make it!" Then, a quick pass to 43 behind the three point, and a shot. The crowd roared as Capricorn's final ball flew through the air in near slow-motion; hundreds of pictures were snapped. The entire rocketed up and cheered as that final orange sphere, that last attempt to win the tournament, slipped through the hoop, bringing the final score to twenty-eight, twenty-nine. The sound was deafening. I yelled along with my classmates; "Dar-yl! Dar-yl! Dar-yl!" Daryl ran from one end of the court to the other, pumping his sweaty fist and arm in the air, a cheeky grin showing through his thick Saint Bernard fur. I reach my hand out to high five him from the front row; his huge paw smacked mine, and I winced as pain seared through it. But I was much to excited about this win; the first tournament win since 1958. But the game wasn't the high point of that night, oh no. We still had the after-win party to attend!
Being the youngest in my class, and the only one without a job, I was the only student left after the game without a car to drive, so I stood outside the gym, wrapping my thin jacket around me. It was a cold night here in Boston, with the temperature dropping below 40 degrees, and I could sense this would most likely end with me getting sick. I continually waited on one of the stone benches outside the court, texting my parents, who I later found out were out partying, looking for a ride. Before I knew it, I had been sitting outside of the school for over an hour; the remaining students left, and I was sitting there, alone, in the dark, outside my high school. God, I probably look like such an idiot. I stood myself up from the cold bench, deciding that it was probably time for me to try to walk home. I could see headlights coming down the drive.
The small, blue Eclipse stopped next to me, and the window rolled down. The cheetah inside leaned over the passenger seat, looking at me with two concerned, and frankly, quite sexy eyes.
"You need a ride, man?" His voice was quiet and deep. I almost didn't know what was going on; I was almost in a trance from staring into his eyes. "Hey, you alright?" I was back in reality.
"Oh, uh...sure. Thanks." He popped the door open, and I slid into the passenger seat. The black leather slowly encased me in its warmth as he drove around the round-a-bout, slowly.
"So what's your name, fox?" He was looking at the road ahead.
"It's Lucas...Yours?"
"The names Chris." I remembered now. This was that cheetah that I always stole looks at when he was running track. This was that cheetah who sat near me in my eight period class. I felt so embarrassed that I didn't know who he was, even though we were in close proximity all this time. God, I'm such an idiot. I coughed hard into my sleeve. "Of course..." I mumbled to myself. I knew I was going to get sick.
"Where do you live, Lucas?" I gave him directions through my coughing. "You don't sound too good...hey, my place is on the way. We can stop there and get you some Halls or something." I simply nodded. The rest of the drive was silent, save for when we came up to his house. The place was huge, being at least four times our house. "Well, here we are! Come on." He was out of the car and over to the passenger door before I could even undo my safety belt. "Showoff..." I thought. He opened my door for me, he even helped me out. We walked up the concrete stairs together, and he took me inside. "Come on, the bathroom is upstairs." I went with him to the bathroom, where he opened the mirror and handed me a pack of strawberry Halls. I quickly popped one in my mouth, sucking on it slowly, letting the juice sooth my throat. Chris was blushing. "Well, uh...thanks. I should probably get going..." I turned to leave...but something stopped me. I turned back to Chris, who was staring at me hard. I couldn't figure out what came over me...what made me do it? I stepped in quick, and locked our muzzles together in a kiss.
It seemed like I held that kiss forever. Time seemed to be non-existent...I pulled back from it. I couldn't bring myself to turn away; Chris was holding my gaze with those eyes...I jumped. Chris's paws slowly wrapped around the small of my back, and he pulled me so close...I could feel his warmth, his fur intertwining with mine. I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest. He pulled my chin up, and locked us into another kiss. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, exploring every inch of it slowly. He now pulled back. I knew what I wanted...and I hoped that he wanted it too.
My question was answered. Without a word he held my paw and led me up more stairs, and into a bedroom. Trophies lined the walls. "TrackStar-1st Place" was inscribed on six of them. The carpet was a soft blue, contrasting well with the cream walls. He sat down on the bed, and I went in. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and undid his silver belt-buckle. His pants were off before I knew, and he was left only in his black Calvin Klein boxers. I couldn't stand it. I pulled them off, and gawked at the already hard eight inches of cheetah before my muzzle. The smell made me so hard...I licked my lips. I took the chance. In one motion, I wrapped my tongue around the tip. Chris moaned deeply...I could tell that he needed this just as much as I did. I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, ending each time with a deep lick on the tip. I caressed his tennis ball-sized sack with my hand, the other rubbing his toned abs and chest; he moaned. I felt his paws wrap themselves into the tuft of my neck fur, and he slowly started to thrust deeply into my mouth. He was standing now, filling my mouth with all eight inches, pulling out until the tip was barely in my mouth, and thrusting slowly again. I used my now free hands to caress that beautiful, perfectly round, track-running butt that I had dreamed about. His moans were louder now, and the thrust were getting deeper and faster. I could tell that he was getting close. I worked my tongue around the shaft with each thrust, and played with the tip on each out. "Lucas...I'm gonna go..." I was ready. I wanted this so bad. I eased a finger into his hole, and he moaned loud, his shaft erupted, filling my muzzle with his seed. His hole seized up around my finger as I moved it around in slow circles, milking all the seed I could. I was forced to swallow the mouthful, as more poured in. Once it stopped, Chris pulled me up, and locked me into another kiss. His tongue ran around the inside of my mouth, getting everything that might've not gone down. He pulled away, and looked me in the eyes. I couldn't help but smile.
"That was...that was wonderful, Lucas. Thank you. In fact...why don't you just stay here tonight?" I nodded and smiled. We slept together in the king sized bed, him spooning me. The sound of his breath and his warmth put me right to sleep.