Interim
"Interim"
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters are copyright © 2008 K.M. Hirosaki.
"_ Interim" _
by K.M. Hirosaki
The shorter fox hadn't even finished swallowing when the taller fox reached a paw down to help him to his feet. The resulting guilty smile was an honest one, but the kneeling fox happily took the offered paw and got back up.
It really was just supposed to have been a quick "goodnight kiss," like the smaller fox had first said. He'd just gotten a little carried away, and when the other fox hadn't complained, well, there was really only one place to go from there.
"You missed a little," the taller fox said, and before the shorter one had the chance to ask for clarification, the taller fox leaned his head down and licked him on the chin. The tip of that warm tongue trailed upwards, gathering up with it the tiny line of salty stickiness that had dribbled free of the shorter fox's lower lip without his realizing it.
It was a shockingly intimate gesture, the shorter fox thought, even considering that he was the one who'd just dished out a full-on blowjob. The gesture didn't end there, either, the taller fox pressing into a warm kiss before either of them could pull away. A pair of moans reverberated into one another; the shorter fox's paws settled on the taller fox's hips.
Locked in a gentle embrace, they stood there in the middle of the living room, both fully clothed, with the notable exception of the taller fox's cock still poking out of the fly of his jeans, spent and still faintly damp and dribbling.
The shorter fox wasn't remarkably short, and the taller one wasn't exactly "tall" as much as he was just, well, tall_er_. The height difference between them wasn't enough to make the kiss awkward. Really, the kiss was anything but, which came as a surprise to both of them, all things considered.
"Er, I hope you don't mind," the shorter fox said, once that lovely kiss finally did come to an end.
The other fox chuckled. "Mind that you just gave me an incredible blowjob? Yeah, here, let me kick you out of my house for that."
"I was supposed to already be gone by now." The shorter fox smiled after he said that.
The taller fox, meanwhile, hadn't stopped smiling since the other fox had come up for air (except for when they'd been kissing just now). "Hey, you're the one who stuck my dick in your mouth."
"You were all hard," the shorter fox pointed out in faux-protest. "I wasn't going to just leave you like that. Again."
With another chuckle, the larger fox kissed his friend on the nose. "Well, I'm willing to bet you can still taste my appreciation."
They'd only had one drink apiece, not enough for either of them to even get tipsy. It was more just that, well, there'd been a lot of missed opportunities: days where it had obviously been on both of their minds, but neither of them had drummed up the courage to make the first move; nights when goddamn housemates picked the worst fucking time (no pun intended) to come home; instances where it had just simply been too late to make good on any attempted promises.
There was also that one night when they'd almost gotten to it, but they'd both had a lot more than just one drink, and the taller fox had been so drunk that he'd passed out within a minute of making it to the bedroom (to say nothing of the alcohol having killed his ability to maintain an erection anyway).
Tonight, though, the planets must have finally aligned just right. "I should probably go to bed," the taller fox had whimpered when the shorter fox's paw came to rest on his package.
"Can I just give you a quick little goodnight kiss, then?" the shorter had offered. The tiny squeeze his paw gave had broken what little shred remained of the taller fox's resolve.
Now, with the salty, musky taste completely overtaking the aftertaste of the one beer he'd had, the smaller fox felt a surge of giddiness inside. "So, does this mean your good weekend has been upgraded to an excellent weekend?" he asked.
"Either excellent or fantastic, sure," the taller fox replied. His breathing was still just a little off, his voice wavering the tiniest bit; he'd have been afterglowing pretty hard if he'd been lying in a bed.
The shorter fox nuzzled in against the side of the taller fox's throat, both because he felt the urge to be affectionate and because he wanted to know how strongly the other fox reciprocated. "I'd kinda been wanting to do that for a while," he admitted.
Feeling the tenderness of the smaller fox's nuzzling, the other fox began to wag his tail as he nosed back against the corner of his friend's ear. "Would you be offended if I told you that it was kind of obvious?" he asked, masking a giggle by nipping the rim of that big ear next to his lips.
"Because I have 'cocksucker' plastered all over my face?" The shorter fox's giggle was muffled from the way his muzzle was tucked in between the other fox's neck and shoulder.
"Nah," the taller fox said, patting the other on the hip. "There was just that tiny bit on your chin, and I've cleaned that up for you."
The shorter fox retaliated with a tiny poke-jab of his finger into the other fox's gut. "Hey now," he warned with a grin that bore no malice whatsoever. "Don't make me not suck your dick again."
"Oh, well I definitely don't want that."
"Good, because neither do I."
Both foxes thought that they should have been giggling after that, but they ended up just smiling back at one another, gazing into each other's eyes quietly. The smaller fox thought, not for the first time, that the scruffy patch on the taller fox's chin was rather cute. The taller fox wanted to kiss his friend again, but didn't want to seem to pushy in what was already a tender moment.
"So," the shorter fox said eventually, "now should I get going?" His giggle was infectious.
Recovering from his own brief chuckle, the other fox said, "You can crash here if you want."
"You sure?" asked the other fox. "I, you know, don't want to impose."
"You're not. You should know that by now. I've let you crash here before."
The smaller fox smiled. "Yeah, but that was... different."
With a smirk, the larger fox waggled his eyebrows. "Just a little," he said. "Besides, I already know that you're a good bed-warmer."
"Explain to me how it is that the two of us have never got around to having sex." The shorter fox wanted to hide the blush in his ears, and actually started to tip those ears back before stopping himself partway.
Now the taller fox did kiss the shorter fox again. "I could try to come up with an answer, but it seems like it'd be kind of pointless, now," he said, stroking a paw down the small of the other fox's back.
"Well," whistled the smaller fox, "it seems like I've finally figured out what gets you all extra-flirty." To accentuate his point, he teased his fingers at the other fox's spent shaft, still partially hard and warm and sticky.
A shock of tension ran up the taller fox's spine, and the fur on his tail bristled out as it shook. "I flirt with you plenty," he insisted.
"Not to the point of this," the shorter retorted.
"You never offered." A row of bright, shining white teeth appeared in the taller fox's broadened grin.
"See, now we've opened a can of worms," the shorter fox said as he gingerly stuffed the other's cock back into his pants before pulling the zipper back up.
The taller fox took hold of the shorter fox's wrist. "Actually, it looks to me like you just closed up my pants," he said, smirking again.
At that, the shorter fox just smacked the other on the hip with his free paw. "You're terrible, you know that?"
"Yeah, maybe. You still sucked my dick, though."
"Weren't you on your way to bed?"
The taller fox looked at his wrist, devoid of any watch. "I suppose I was," he said. "C'mon," he added, tugging the other fox's paw.
There was a flourishing swish from the smaller fox's tail as he let his friend drag him along. He had, it was true, warmed the other fox's bed on more than one occasion, but he'd never been so shy about the prospect as he was tonight. Once inside the bedroom, as the other fox's scent tingled in his nostrils some more, it smelled a little different to him, or possibly just better.
Both foxes could now see the clock on the nightstand, and it was, to be fair, getting pretty late. "Thanks," the shorter fox said, the taller already beginning to get undressed. "For letting me crash."
"Oh, absolutely," the taller fox said, draping his shirt over the back of his desk chair. "Besides, I could do with some extra coziness tonight."
"How cozy were you planning on getting?" the shorter fox asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and started untying his shoes.
Fingers began to play through the shorter fox's tail. "Pretty cozy," the other fox said. "Not as cozy as I'd be getting if you hadn't already done a fantastic job of getting me off, but pretty cozy."
Even as a mere teasing remark, the mental image those words instilled in the smaller fox's mind made his tail smack-thump happily on the bed a few times. "I'll make sure to play my cards right next time," he said. He didn't look back at the other fox when he said it, instead continuing to focus on getting himself disrobed.
The taller fox stopped him, though. "Oh, there will be a next time, too, I'm sure," he said, leaning across the mattress to lick the smaller fox's ear as he entangled their arms together. "In the meantime, though, we should probably finish this time, first." One of his paws snaked through the hole between the smaller fox's arm and torso and brushed over the tiny, firm bulge poking up from his lap.
The shorter fox squeaked and pressed up against those fingers. "I... thought it was bedtime," he said, voice catching in his throat as he sucked in a quick, gasping breath, tail beating the mattress once more.
"Aw, but you seem pretty worked up to me," the taller fox replied, easing open the other fox's zipper with the same casual alacrity that the other fox had demonstrated back in the living room just minutes earlier. "It'd be mean to leave you hanging after you were so nice to me, too."
Biting his lower lip, the shorter fox whimpered in excitement as his tented boxers came into view, bit by tiny bit. It was way past the point where he could even pretend to turn his friends advances down, now. Instead, he just relished the thrill of anticipation that now ebbed through his body.
Now, the taller fox's fingers came to brush against the stiff, poking shape framed by the other fox's underwear. "Besides," he added as he started to crawl along the mattress, into a more convenient position, "we're up this late already. What's a few more minutes going to kill?"
And with that, the taller fox tugged down the waistband of the shorter fox's boxers, freeing the drizzly, more-than-ready erection from within. He took in a deep breath of the other fox's nice, musky scent, and then lowered his muzzle down to get to work.