Rock And Roll Dreams Come Through
#1 of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special!
Hello furballs, and welcome to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! Christmas falls on a weekday this year, and I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate and give the furry community something than with this; five stories, one new one each day. Yes, five smutty days of Christmas, delivered from me to you!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, the 22nd, 23rd, 24th and 26th, are going to see the upload of a short story. The plot's a little thin if really there at all, but there's plenty of smutty goodness in store for readers of those stories! However, on Thursday, the 25th, Christmas day, there's a little something special planned. More smut for your buck, and probably one of the longest stories you'll see me upload to YS. A must read, if I dare toot my own horn!
Each story is titled after and/or inspired by one of my favourite songs (with lyrics and a link to it provided after the story), thus this being a Music-Themed special. Nope, none of these stories are really Christmas-y, but there's going to be plenty of reindeer sex and fun under the mistletoe uploaded from a lot of people. The gift doesn't have to reflect the season completely, after all! Or at least, I hope it doesn't; this could be a colossal failure of a project if it does.
So! On the first day of Christmas, what did Fae give to ye? Read on to find out!
- Ol' Saint Fae
Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through
Ben hung his head low and pounded twice on the apartment door with his palm. The young, lithe little mouse sighed as he closed his eyes, lids drooping down to cover depression-dulled brown eyes. His arms folded across the black shirt he wore over his chest, a baggy pair of jeans hiding his legs from sight.
The blond-haired, white-furred mouse just couldn't take being alone. He never really could after someone broke up with him, but that certainly didn't make the events of the last hour any easier for him to bear. He should have been able to see it coming... Ben simply assumed that he had to have been blind, to have not known.
He heard the apartment door's lock unlatching and took a step back, dropping his arms to his side. The mouse straightened his spine, intent on presenting a strong outward appearance at least. Ben knew it wasn't likely to last, but it was worth a shot in his mind, at least.
The door finally swung open, revealing a husky standing behind it. He looked a little older than the mouse by about five years, though Ben was certain that it was a trick of the light on the husky's wet fur. The husky had a couple more years than that on the little mouse. "Ben?" the husky asked, lifting an eyebrow. "What's up?"
The mouse tried to keep a blush from spreading across his face as he looked over the husky, or at least what he could see. From the waist up he wore only bare fur, and around his waist was a tightly wrapped white towel. "You're... Matt, you're naked," Ben replied after a moment, dropping his eyes away.
"That's generally the preferred state of dress when you're showering, yeah," the husky, Matt replied with a smirk, his golden eyes sparkling in the light for a moment. He opened the door a little wider and stepped back as Ben started to walk inside. "Something wrong, bud?
Ben felt his face slipping from forced neutrality to its true state again, and quickly turned away from Matt to compose himself. "Yeah," the mouse finally replied, nodding as he glanced around the apartment. It wasn't all that flashy, but it was certainly comfy enough for the single husky living alone.
Behind him, Ben heard the husky sigh and drop down onto his couch. "It's Jarred, isn't it?" he asked, obviously already sure of the answer. Jarred, the mouse's boyfriend for the few months before, had never quite clicked right to Matt. He'd always suspected that the match was a bad one, and had tried to tell Ben several times early on. When the mouse had seemed happy though, he'd shut his muzzle.
At that moment though, Ben found himself wishing he'd listened earlier. "He broke up with me," he said softly, his voice cracking a little as he spoke. "I don't know if I understand why, but..."
"It's 'cause of how you met," the husky replied quietly as he stood up, heading towards his bedroom. As he started to dry himself off vigorously and dress, he continued to call back to Ben. "Come on, Ben; you had to have seen this coming. He told you so himself right from the start that he wasn't a relationship guy. 'I get bored,' he said, remember? You met at a club, you had some great sex, and you hooked up with him. Hon, I'm sorry to say it, but you put yourself in a position to get hurt."
As Matt spoke, Ben couldn't help but slump down against the back of the husky's chair. He was right, as much as the mouse didn't want to admit it. Ben had a great night with Jarred, and wanted to do it again... and again... and again. He must have done something right, because Jarred had, too. He just made the mistake of falling a mite too far for someone who told him that he would be leaving eventually. "He might have changed," the mouse protested as he looked down into his lap. "Might have decided he wanted to settle." Even as he spoke, Ben didn't know if he honestly believed that.
"You know better than that, though," countered the husky as he re-emerged from his bedroom. He still wore no shirt, but a pair of navy blue sweatpants loosely hugged his legs and hips. "Don't you, Ben? You know I've always been here for you, and I always will be. It kills me to see you do this to yourself though." As he spoke the husky slipped over and sat down beside the smaller mouse, wrapping an arm around Ben's shoulders and drawing him close.
Leaning in against the husky's clean fur, Ben just sighed. "I just think they're going to be better in time," he replied, his shoulders rolling in a short shrug. "You know, that they'll see how nice things can be... that they'll wanna settle."
"You go to those clubs for the same reasons those guys do, Ben," reminded Matt with a sigh as he stroked over the mouse's back and shoulders. "You head out looking for fun, and you find it. Once in a blue moon, you find a guy you like more than a cock you like, and this cycle starts all over again."
A slight smile tugged at the corners of Ben's lips as he nuzzled gently into Matt's side. "If it's a cycle, then does that mean we're gonna do what we always do?" he asked tentatively.
Ben could almost hear the rolling of Matt's eyes as the husky lightly thwapped his shoulder with one paw. "Smartass," he muttered with a smirk, sitting up slightly. Reaching into the pocket of his pants, Matt drew out a small remote and pointed it at the stereo off to the room's side, powering it up. A few moments later music started to filter through the apartment; warmer, older rock music. Good, old music. Real music. Something both Ben and Matt had always appreciated, and probably the furthest from the kind of club music that would remind Ben of what he'd lost.
Ben smiled as he drew back slightly from Matt's side. "Thanks," he muttered, leaning up briefly to kiss the husky's cheek. "You're always here for me, no matter what shit I get myself into. I owe you a lot, hon."
Matt glanced back at Ben after the mouse kissed him and smirked, reaching over the couch to snatch up his phone. "You want to pay for the pizza this time then?" he asked, offering the mouse the phone with a smug smirk.
Immediately Ben started to laugh, and Matt joined in. The first step in the mouse's healing.
Their little ritual started years earlier, when the two had first met. A mutual friend of theirs had introduced Matt to Ben when the mouse was reaching the tail end of another failed relationship. The two had hit it off quickly and became close friends in short order. When the mouse's relationship had wilted, Matt had been there to help pick up the pieces. He had continued to do so ever since.
It was always the same. A couple of the biggest pizzas they could order, music turned up loud enough to make the neighbours complain, all the private dancing anyone could want with a friend, and enough booze to knock over the largest animals on the planet. Booze enough to get the two shamelessly dancing and laughing, without a care. More than enough booze to make the next day a living hell for whichever of them needed to work. It was their escape from the world, from heartbreak.
As Matt slumped down on the couch, he laughed up at the Macarena-dancing mouse in the center of his apartment. "Y'know," the canine said as he sat up, waving his whiskey-laden shotglass towards the mouse, "I fink I shee wot them boys like'in ya." Matt's slurred words caused him to furrow his eyebrows, the husky frowning at his own lack of eloquence.
Above him, Ben wiggled his hips and giggled as he hopped up onto the back of the couch. For a little mouse, he'd always found himself well able to handle his alcohol. At least, he handled it better than some; definitely better than Matt. "I think you need to cut back on what you're drinking," countered the mouse with a smirk as he swiped for the husky's shotglass.
His reflexes belying the canine's drunken state, Matt just as quickly pulled his drink out of the mouse's range. "Dun be silly," he replied airily staring with unfocused eyes at his friend. "I... I fink yer 'voidin' th' questn. Th' question," he corrected, frowning deeper even as Ben laughed.
The mouse shrugged as he smirked, taking a sip from the beer bottle clutched in his other paw before looking around for the remains of the pizza. "No question to be avoiding, Matt, is there?" he asked, cocking his head as he slipped off the couch.
"Plenny of... of question, Benny," Matt replied, pointing shakily at the end table sitting beside the couch, and the open pizza box atop it. "Like... like... like you, you'n those moves."
Ben just chuckled as he slipped over to the pizza box, his hips still swaying to the music even as he started nibbling at a slice. "Mmrrf... they're nothin', Matt," Ben said, words emerging around a mouth full of pizza. "At those clubs, you really gotta move. Nothing like what I do here with you... not if you wanna go home with the good guys, anyway."
"An' dat's anudda thing!" the husky exclaimed, just a little too loudly. "Why you gotta go'ta those clubs, anyway? Jus' a buncha trouble waitin' there fer ya... more getting' yer heart broked." Matt was jabbing the air, pointing at Ben as he spoke as if it would further emphasize his words.
The little mouse paused at that and sighed, shrugging a little as some of his levity left him. "Better to have a broken heart than be alone, Matt," Ben answered, looking down and away from his friend. It was a little too true, for the mouse. Orphaned, bounced from family to family, he'd never been allowed to settle in once place. He'd never cultivated friendships, never been able to grow with familiar faces. He hated to admit it, but Ben wasn't sure he ever knew what love really was.
Still, he sighed and looked up, a smile on his face once again. "Besides, I'm not alone. Not as long as I've got your fluffy backside looking after me." The mouse smirked as Matt indignantly looked down at his own rump, then back up at him.
The husky's features did sober up however, after a moment. "Das not what I mean t'say, but," he sighed, shaking his own head. "I love ya, I does... do. I do love ya." Matt paused long enough to gulp down the shot of whiskey, wincing a little as it went down. "I do. But'cha gotta'nderstand... I hate seein' ya like this, y'know... all sad'n shit. Breaks my heart too, Benny."
Ben just nodded, slipping down onto the couch beside Matt as the music continued to play. "I know, and I'm sorry, hon," the mouse apologized, leaning in close and snuggling against the husky's side. "I don't know how you can stand it all the time; not having anyone really to yourself."
"Not that I can't," Matt said as he wrapped an arm around the smaller mouse. "Jus' dun wanna. They ain't right fer me, or they taken, or they jus' ain't right at all, y'know?" The husky fell silent for a moment before chuckling quietly. "I jus' need a nice little guy to have fun with."
Blushing slightly, Ben kept his eyes facing forward. "What, me?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows as the husky chuckled again. "You've wanted to be with me before?" As he spoke, Ben sat up a little and turned to face his friend.
The chuckling turned into full-fledged laughter as Matt shrugged. "Not really," he replied, smirking back at Ben. "You... y'not my type, are ya? I dun like the clubs and stuff... shure as well can't drink like y'can, either." Matt winked. "Y'not exactly settled y'self, Benny-boy."
Chewing his lower lip, Ben shrugged and nodded. "I guess you got a point," he agreed, glancing down. "I know I'd be a whole lot more settled with a nice guy, though. Never went to the clubs when I was with Jarred, never got too wild." He giggled quietly, blushing brighter as he met Matt's eyes again. "This is probably the most wild I've been in the last few months. Well... out of bed, anyway."
"Can't ask fer more'n that, can we?" chuckled the husky, lifting his empty shotglass in toast before realizing that he'd already downed the contents. Shrugging, Matt set the shotglass awkwardly down on the floor in front of the couch. "But... damn... you'd gotta be good t'get all them guys." The husky chuckled quietly and sat back against the couch again, draping one arm around Ben's shoulders.
The little mouse leaned into his friend's embrace and closed his eyes, chuckling quietly. "Maybe," he conceded, nuzzling gently into the canine's side. "Heh, 'course, you wouldn't know how good I am, would you?" he asked, teasingly stroking a pair of fingers up Matt's thigh and over the crotch of his pants. He giggled lightly and glanced up at his friend's face.
That giggle faded away as he saw Matt's expression, a blush tingeing his cheeks as he lifted his fingers up and away again. The husky was biting his lower lip, his body slightly tensed at the mouse's touch. Where Ben's fingers had once rested, the fabric of Matt's pants were starting to lift slightly. "Oh... I'm sorry, Matt," Ben quickly apologized, sitting up and slipping away from the canine.
As Matt turned to glance down at the mouse, his expression went from one attempting control to a somewhat lopsided smirk. "Iz the drink," he said with a chuckle, reaching down to give himself a firm grope. "Does that t'me. Been keepin' 'im down fer a bit, but'cha hadda go do that, dinn'ya?"
Ben could only blush brighter, glancing down at the growing bulge in his friend's pants despite himself. "I didn't mean to do that," he protested, finally tearing his eyes away to glance up at Matt's eyes. "Just meant a little joke... I'm sorry if I crossed a line. I mean, I know we don't-"
"Wellp," Matt interrupted, popping his lips at the end of the word as he grinned down at Ben, "There's jus' one thing fer it now, innit there?" The husky quickly lifted his backside from the couch and reached down, slipping his thumbs into the waist of his pants and yanking them smoothly and quickly down to his knees.
Despite himself, the little mouse's eyes widened as they fell down, locking on his friend's sheath. His blush only brightened as that plump, white sheath swelled, the black tip of his friend's malehood just barely peeking out of the top. "What... what are you doing, Matt?" he asked, licking his lips as he took in the sight.
As the husky wriggled his legs to slip his pants down to his ankles, he grinned wide back at Ben. "Gettin' nekkid," he replied simply, folding his paws behind his head. "How else y'gonna help with this if I'm not wearin' nothin'?"
If the little mouse could blush brighter, he would have. As it stood, his eyes just flicked back and forth between his friend's face and his friend's shaft, watching the latter grow at the same rate as the former's smile. "But... we don't... I mean, we've never-"
"So?" Matt interrupted again with a chuckle. "Y'never felt me up before, neither. Which means t'night's diff'rent. Which means y'wanna do somethin' diff'rent." The husky's smile softened. "Yer gonna tell me that with all those guys in th'clubs and stuff, playin' with who'ya want, y'not gonna help y'friend out?"
"But that's different..." Ben protested, but as he watched still more of the husky's shaft slip free of that plump sheath he found himself believing it less and less. "They usually don't mean anything... you're my best friend, hon..." He shrugged, glancing back up at Matt's eyes briefly. "Won't it get weird?"
Before the canine responded, he reached up and placed one hand at the back of Ben's head, pulling the mouse boy's face down towards that thick sheath of his. Ben squeaked but offered no resistance to the husky's movements, and Matt grinned as he lightly ground his sheath up against Ben's nose. "Don't seem so weird t'me," he replied smoothly.
Regardless of what his mind was saying though, Ben could only shiver and squirm in his friend's grip, nuzzling down and against the base of Matt's malehood. It was exactly what he liked, and Matt obviously knew it; the little mouse boy enjoyed being taken by the bigger male and put in his place, ordered to serve. Matt sure hadn't made any demands yet and Ben was almost certain that the canine wouldn't, but it didn't help that little submissive thrill course along his spine.
Even as some part of him screamed to stop, that voice was drowned out by the scent and feel of Matt's length as Ben nuzzled in against it. Almost having a hard time believing that he was actually taking that step with his friend, the mouse extended his tongue slowly and lapped up at the underside of the husky's shaft.
The sound of Matt above him quietly murring his approval was all it took to silence that quiet voice. Ben lifted his head slowly and closed his eyes, moaning softly himself as he pressed his lips tightly against the tapered tip of that canine length. One of his hands came up, wrapping around the base and sheath of Matt's malehood as he lapped up and down the underside. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the husky's tail curled around to his side, twitching and wagging against the couch, and the sight drew a bright blush to the little mouse's cheeks.
Above him, Matt just grinned down at the smaller male, rubbing and stroking over the top of Ben's head. His fingers scritched at the backs and bases of the mouse's ears, his smile widening as he heard his friend's whimper muted somewhat as those cute little lips pressed tightly against his malehood. His free paw came down to rest on his thigh as Matt took in the sight beneath him, his shaft flexing between Ben's lips as every inch slipped free of his sheath under the efforts of the mouse.
With a soft moan Ben once again lifted his head. His eyes briefly met Matt's, his blush brightening at the sight of his friend's wide grin, before he turned his gaze one more down to the musky shaft bobbing beneath his chin. Ben leaned down, his lips parting around the tip of that canine length as he slowly moved down, taking inch after inch into his muzzle.
Matt shivered softly at the feel, a moan of his own pulled from his throat as he laid his head back. The husky's legs parted, spreading wider to give his friend more room to move as he slipped his free paw under him, stroking over Ben's chin and throat with one finger. He murred once again as he felt Ben pause halfway down his malehood, suckling warmly around him, and Matt felt himself start to pant a little. The air around them quickly started to thicken, growing heavier.
The little mouse's own shaft, fully hard and hanging poking out from his rapidly unzipped pants, wasn't to go neglected for too long. Reaching down, Ben tightly grasped his member and gave it a tight, gentle squeeze, drawing a muffled moan of his own. His tongue slid down and around and over Matt's length, working to taste every last inch of the canine's girth, eagerly setting to work as the scent and taste wore away the last of his inhibitions.
"Good boy, Benny," came the murred growl above the mouse, only tingeing Ben's cheeks a brighter shade of red as he worked. Matt grinned down at him, revelling in the sight and the feel as those lips pumped so hungrily along his malehood. Ben's tongue sent shivers down the husky's spine, curling around his tip and stretching right down to his swelling knot and sheath, lapping up the dribbles of his pre as they flowed from his tip.
With the praise in his ears and the taste of his friend's pre on his tongue, Ben wasn't inclined to slack off on his work in the slightest. He moaned quietly once more around his filled mouth as he worked himself back and forth, lips dragging slickly along that warm flesh as he bobbed up and down around it. His paw moved in time with his muzzle, pumping along his own dripping malehood as he whimpered and murred around his friend's.
His hips twitching as he tried to hold himself back from humping the little mouse's face, Matt leaned his head back and groaned long and low and deep. His fingers stroked a little harder over the top of Ben's head, running through the mouse's blond hair and mussing it up as a harder spurt of pre shot from his tip. He shivered again as he heard more than felt Ben gulp that burst down, murring deeper as he felt himself growing closer and closer to feeding the little mouse something much more substantial.
With single-minded drive spurred on by the intense sensations flooding his body, Ben worked that thick shaft between his lips eagerly. The flowing of his friend's pre, the swelling of that knot as his lips bumped down against it, Matt's panting and ragged breaths above him; all were encouragement to him. The taste of the canine's pre, the texture of his malehood, the scent of his musk. Ben felt himself growing drunk on it, his own body tingling with pleasure as he lost himself in suckling on his friend.
It proved to be too much for the little mouse, first. He whimpered as he panted through his nose, eagerly bobbing his head up and down along Matt's length as sparks of pleasure worked their way through his shaft and along his nerves. His teeth grazed lightly over his friend's sensitive flesh as his climax hit him, Ben's own shaft throbbing hard as his seed spilled out, forming a puddle beneath him and soaking the base of the couch.
The sound and sight of the little mouse losing his composure was just about enough for Matt, too. The husky reached down as Ben's orgasm slowly tapered off, gently but firmly prying the mouse's muzzle off his shaft. His other paw came around, wrapping quickly around his malehood and pawing it hard and fast. Matt's eyes squeezed shut as he felt Ben's shaky paws reaching up, one squeezing tightly at his heavy orbs while the other curled his fingers around the canine's swollen knot.
That squeeze was all it took to tip Matt over the edge, the husky crying out in pleasure as he pumped his paw faster and harder over his pulsing length. Cum dribbled from his tip for a moment before a thick, hot jet shot out, splattering Ben's face across the muzzle. Shot after shot lanced out after it, soaking the smaller mouse's features and painting them white as the canine emptied himself completely, milking himself over Ben's lips and cheeks and neck.
Despite Matt pushing him off though, Ben wasn't about to merely feel his friend's seed soak him. He pushed his face forward and down once again towards the end of the husky's climax, enveloping that thick shaft once more in his warm, wet mouth. He suckled intently on that canine length, eager to suck out every last drop of his friend's seed, to drain him completely dry.
With Ben's eager nursing on his shaft, Matt could do nothing but give the little mouse exactly what he wanted. The last of Matt's fluids spilled out over Ben's tongue as the mouse suckled hungrily at him, leaving the husky to pant and groan, completely spent. He leaned back against the couch, his legs still spread as his head leaned off the edge, chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
Ben only slowly lifted himself up and off the husky's shaft, his cheeks blushing brightly beneath his thin fur and the thick coat of seed staining his features. He grinned, panting heavily himself as he looked over his friend, watching Matt slowly open his eyes and meet his gaze. "So... did I help?" he asked, smirking as he slowly licked his lips clean.
Matt's eyes just widened as he looked down at Ben, slowly shaking his head and chuckling quietly. "Damn, boy," he mumbled quietly, "Didn't 'spect that from ya... reckon I gots a good idea 'f what the clubbin' guys like'ya fer, now..."
With a smirk, Ben just shrugged. "Oh, that was nothing... At those clubs, you really gotta move." He paused for a moment, and a coy smile spread slowly across his lips. Reaching down, the little mouse worked at his pants, letting them drop down to his knees slowly before pulling them completely off. "Here," he said, crawling slowly up onto the couch atop the husky, the canine grinning as he looked over the bottomless mouse.
"Let me show you..."
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Rock And Roll Dreams Come Through Lyrics
You can't run away forever
But there's nothing wrong with getting a good head start
You want to shut out the night
You want to shut down the sun
You want to shut away the pieces of a broken heart
Think of how we'd lay down together
We'd be listening to the radio so loud and so strong
Every golden nugget coming like a gift of the gods
Someone must have blessed us when he gave us those songs
I treasure your love
I never want to lose it
You've been through the fires of hell
And I know you've got the ashes to prove it
I treasure your love
I wanna show you how to use it
You've been through a lot of pain in the dirt
And I know you've got the scars to prove it
Remember everything that I told you
Well I'm telling you again that it's true
When you're alone and afraid
And you're completely amazed
To find there's nothing anybody can do
Keep on believing
And you'll discover baby
There's always something magic
There's always something new
And when you really, really need it the most
That's when rock and roll dreams come through
The beat is yours forever
The beat is always true
And when you really, really need it the most
That's when rock and roll dreams come through...for you
Once upon a time was a backbeat
Once upon a time all the chords came to life
And the angels had guitars even before they had wings
If you hold on to a chorus you get through the night
I treasure your love
I never want to lose it
You've been through the fires of hell
And I know you've got the ashes to prove it
I treasure your love
I wanna show you how to use it
You've been through a lot of pain in the dirt
And I know you've got the scars to prove it
Remember everything that I told you
Well I'm telling you again that its true
You're never alone cause you can put on the 'phones
And let the drummer tell your heart what to do
Keep on believing
And you'll discover baby
There's always something magic
There's always something new
And when you really, really need it the most
That's when rock and roll dreams come through
The beat is yours forever
The beat is always true
And when you really, really need it the most
That's when rock and roll dreams come through...for you...
And there you have it; the first story of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! Please leave some comments down below (including the obligatory "I Came!" if you did so!), to let me know how you liked it! Give it a rating, a fav, anything! And don't forget; there's still so much more to come!
Take care, furballs, and tune in on the 23rd for the next story!