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Hello furballs, and welcome to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! Christmas falls on a weekday this year, today, 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, and Wednesday, the 22nd, 23rd, and 24th, have seen the upload of a short story. There's going to be another short story tomorrow, too! 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. Each story of this special is titled after andor 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.

However, today I've done something a bit bigger! I tried my hand at writing a decent length romantic story, but honestly, this didn't come out the way I planned. If it had, it would have probably ended up twice this length, would never have been finished in time, or would have just become too monstrous a project for me to want to work on it. I have a hard time writing sex scenes (which incidentally is iwhyi I do them), and with the sheer volume of it in this story and what it could have had, it would have frustrated me into abandoning this whole Christmas special. But the story is done, if not to original spec, and is ready for your reading and enjoyment. For a LOT of your reading... and hopefully a proportional amount of enjoyment.

So! Merry Chrissie, all you furballs! Here is your Christmas Day gift, and I do hope you enjoy it!

NOTE. This is part one of a two part upload. Yiffstar doesn't like such a long story with so many tags. Part two is moments away, and continues directly on. I'm going to talk to mods later about this, too.

• Ol' Saint Fae

The Sound of White

With two quick kicks to the frame of his cabin's front door, Cameron tossed both of his bags forward and onto the couch in the middle of the room. The tiger sighed and arched his back, closing his eyes and groaning as each kick to the doorframe shed the snow sticking to the base of his boots. Quickly he hurried forward and onto the tiles just inside the door, shutting it behind himself quickly to keep the heat of the room in.

Groaning once again, Cameron began to slowly work one of his boots off with his other foot as he looked around the room. Sure, he'd rented the cabin on a whim, on an impulse, but he'd made perfectly certain that it was comfy and cozy. Perhaps it was a little on the big side, but at that moment it was exactly what Cameron needed. A big, quiet little cabin, on the side of a ski resort, some place out of the way. A little getaway.

Slowly the tiger walked forward and into the room, after removing his other boot. A tall example of a feline, Cameron stood at a good six feet of height. He was slender but not quite fit; the build of someone who spent his workdays behind a desk, but didn't allow himself to overeat. Soft, blue eyes scanned the cabin's living room as he peeled off a black jacket, exposing the red t-shirt beneath.

Idly the tiger considered slipping his black sweatpants off as well; no one was about after all, and he didn't expect any interruptions. Still he declined, instead walking over to the large couch in the center of the room to slump down onto it. The couch was softer than he would have expected, but remembering how he'd had to walk what felt like halfway up the mountain to get to his secluded little cabin, the cushions against his back and rump felt too good for him to move.

As he looked around, he noted just how spartan the cabin really was. The gaudy art pieces and wall mountings he expected of most holiday cabins were absent, and the polished wood walls and floors gave the cabin a pleasant and comfortable feel, to the tiger's mind. Idly Cameron toyed with the idea of buying the cabin, or another like it, if he enjoyed his stay at the resort enough.

He certainly wasn't too bad off for money. An upper level manager for a marketing company at only twenty-six years of age, the feline was more than simply comfortable. Certainly he had the money to just up and go on a holiday to a ski resort when the mood struck him. Didn't help though that he'd been given a good kick out the door when...

Cameron shook his head as he leaned back against the couch, his short red hair rubbing back against the cushions. No, he thought, not going there. The holiday was for him, after all; free of his friends, his family, his workplace, everything. Free of his stresses and strains, free of cares and worries. What better place to cool off after burning out, than a snowy mountaintop cabin? He certainly needed it... needed a rest...

It wasn't until a couple hours later that a beeping on Cameron's wrist snapped him out of the light doze he'd slipped into sometime after arriving. Cursing mentally, the tiger all but leaped up off the couch and looked down at the source of the beeping, the small watch about his wrist. Twelve, it read; midday. "Shit," he muttered to the empty room, "I'm gonna be late." His first lessons were at one, it was a ten minute walk down the fitting rooms, and he had now idea how long it would take to get his outfit and skis...

"Shit," he grumbled again, sitting up and pulling his jacket back on. After all, the last thing he needed was to miss out on what he'd gone on holiday for in the first place.

After gathering up his gear; black skis and a bright orange and blue ski outfit, getting changed and finally heading out to the designated spot for all students of his class, Cameron found that he'd only just made it in time. The instructor, an older male otter, wasted no time in taking Cameron and the other six students out onto the slopes. Immediately the tiger had felt self-conscious; Cameron had been the oldest in the student group by at least eight years.

And he'd been left halfway up the mountain at the end of the lesson, to make his way down unassisted. Pursing his lips, Cameron had stood back, planting his ski poles firmly in the crisp snow and watched the instructor zip down the slope in what to him felt like record time. The kids and teenagers beside him started talking amongst themselves, betting each other who could do what the otter had just done, and the six kids all went down after him. They all wound up a tangled mess when they crashed into each other, but at least they went together. He was still alone.

With a sigh, Cameron pulled his gloves on tighter and yanked his poles free, before pushing himself slowly forward. Pizza wedge my ass, he thought bitterly as he pointed the tips of his skis slowly towards each other, forming a shaky wedge shape. Again the tiger felt that flash of self-consciousness as he started to awkwardly zigzag down the slope; everyone around him seemed to be as good as his instructor had been, or better. To his left as he started to turn, there was a cheetah on a snowboard making jumps off ramps made from ice and rocks. To his right, a fox was slaloming between trees off towards the other side of the mountain, even as Cameron abruptly swung back towards him. Back behind him-

Slam! What had been behind Cameron suddenly became very physically apparent to the feline. The world vanished as he and someone else became a surprised tangling of limbs, tumbling towards the bottom of the slope. The tiger's skis released themselves quickly as he fell, leaving the tiger and his assailant to roll down the side of the mountain. When finally the two of them skidded to a halt, Cameron shook his head to clear the stars from his vision and looked around.

The first thing he noticed was that he was on his back. The second thing he noticed was that his skis and ski poles were missing. A quick glance up the mountain showed them a fair distance away. That same glance told him the third thing; the youngish male wolf that'd slammed into him was rather cute. It wasn't like he could help it, after all. He happened to have an eye for cute males, and the lupine certainly fit the 'cute' descriptor very well.

Shaking his head again to clear that thought away, Cameron sat up. The wolf, brown-furred and covered head to toe with the navy blue ski outfit of one of the resort's instructors, was laying on his side, mostly still. Concerned instantly for the wolf's well-being more than his attractiveness, Cameron slid over to his side and gently shook his shoulder. "Are... are you alright?" he asked, cursing himself inwardly for his stammer. Never could talk to the cute ones, after all...

The answer came as a groan from the wolf, himself rolling onto his back before sitting up slowly. "Yeah," he replied slowly, the wolf's voice warm and smooth despite the tinge of pain that seemed to colour his tone. "Yeah," he repeated more firmly, shaking his head and smiling as he turned to the tiger, "It's just nice to stop and lay back after them, take inventory of all your bones and stuff. I've had plenty worse crashes, believe you me!"

"I... can only imagine?" Cameron replied lamely. The tiger found himself completely unable to say or do anything as the wolf opened his eyes. He felt as though he could lose himself in those deep brown eyes, so soft and warm and inviting... Blinking, Cameron shook his head more vigorously. Time and a fucking place, Cam; drop it. "I'm sorry; I should have been watching where I was going."

The wolf just shook his head, his smile broadening enough to make Cameron's heart start to melt. "Nah, don't you worry about it," the wolf replied easily, waving a paw dismissively. "In fact, I should be apologizing. I was getting too close to you, when you turned. Shouldn't have done that; I'm meant to know better."

Cameron let off a short laugh as he pressed both hands against the snowy ground, grunting and hauling himself to his booted feet with a groan. "Well you got too close, and I'm just terrible at this, so... why don't we call it even?" he asked, smiling down at the wolf.

Chuckling quietly, the lupine nodded and gradually pulled himself to his own feet. "Sounds like a plan," he agreed, before his expression sobered a little. "Are you here by yourself?" he asked, his tone a little guarded.

Again, Cameron's heart fluttered, flying in the face of his earlier, more conservative mindset. Ooohh boy, he thought despite himself, I do believe a cute little ski instructor is flirting with me... "Yep," the tiger replied, shaking his head slowly. "No one here with me. No one anywhere with me, actually, heh..."

With a soft nod, the wolf smiled again and lightly clapped Cameron's shoulder. "Well, that's a good thing and a bad thing all rolled into one." At the tiger's confused expression, the lupine gave a soft laugh. "Bad thing, cause you have no one to take care of you after a spill like that... and a good thing for me, cause I'm gonna keep an eye on you myself. Can't have you running around with a potential concussion, after all."

Even as the implications of that statement sunk in, Cameron started to shake his head and smile. "And how exactly are you going to do that?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest with a smirk.

Rolling his eyes, the wolf gave Cameron a quick, light push to his chest, sending the tiger stumbling backwards as he grinned. "Firstly, I'm going to help your clumsy ass gather up your skis," he replied jovially, "And secondly, you and I are going to, very carefully, head down to the nearest restaurant together. Someplace where I can buy you either lunch or a drink, to make up for this. And no, you don't have a choice. Resort rules, heh heh."

Cameron shivered; that implication needed no explaining whatsoever. Still, even as a battered and bruised heart rose to complain, one little glance into that friendly smile and those warm eyes was more than enough to convince him he had only one course of action. "I... well, sure," he finally responded with a smile of his own. "I mean, if it's not too much hassle for you; I don't want to be a..."

The tiger trailed off once he realized that the wolf hadn't listened to anything more than his acceptance of the invitation. Instead Cameron watched the lupine turn away with a nod, running up the mountain again faster than the feline thought was possible in those awkward ski boots. Inexorably Cameron's gaze was drawn downward, and even though the baggy blue pants the wolf wore gave no hint to his physique, the tiger had to admit he still liked just the thought of staring at the backside of the person who'd careened into him.

By the time Cameron made his way halfway up towards his lost ski gear, the wolf already had gathered his belongings up for him, and started on his own. By the time the tiger had actually reached his poles and skis, the lupine instructor had already snapped his skis back on, his poles tightly in his paws. "No hassle for me at all!" the wolf finally replied, chuckling as he watched Cameron start to awkwardly snap on his skis. Grinning as the tiger stood up, the wolf offered one outstretched paw. "Ryan Millar, pleased to meet you."

Smiling warmly all the while trying to hold back a blush threatening to tint his cheeks and ears pink, Cameron took the offered paw. "I'm Cam, Cameron Nielson," the feline replied, his tail twitching as he shook Ryan's paw. "And I assure you, the pleasure is mine."

Ryan's grin seemed to widen at those words and he nodded, releasing Cameron's paw as he looked down the slope. "The Malherbe is just down there," he said, pointing down towards one long building. "It's a small place, but it's one of the nicest you'll see on the mountain. Named after some foreign friend of the resort's founder... don't ask me where you name someone Malherbe though; I couldn't tell you." With a smirk and a wave of his paw, Ryan invited Cameron forward. "After you!"

The trip down the slope was much more uneventful as Cameron's first attempt alone had been. Ryan kept pace with the tiger, not once blowing past him or seeming hurried. Cameron had to try even harder to hold back the interest on his face as Ryan offered him some tips and advice on the way down.

Stowing their gear and heading inside, Ryan led Cameron into the building he'd indicated. It seemed like a giant foodcourt for the most part, with different kinds of food being made available from a dozen different places. The only thing that equalled them in volume were the souvenir shops, and the space that wasn't taken by those was taken by ski gear hire places.

For Cameron, having never been to any ski resort in his life, it was a sight to see. He'd seen bigger food courts in his local mall, certainly, but there was an alien sense about it all. The snow piling up outside the windows and the clear icicles dangling from the corners of the roof outside made the whole place seem completely otherworldly. After Ryan sat him down at a table outside the Malherbe restaurant and they both ordered a pair of massive burgers, he told the wolf as much.

"Ahh, yeah. I felt the same the first time I came out here," the lupine agreed as he relaxed back against his chair. "You get used to it after a while though, and it loses some of its charm. Still, it's nice here. Very comfy." He grinned as he looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "You get to meet all sorts of nice people sometimes, too."

Drawing his eyes back from the window to Ryan, Cameron had to restrain yet another blush. You're acting like a kid, Cam, he chastised himself silently, stop it! Aloud, he replied, "I would imagine... and you get to do what you really love to do, right?"

For a brief moment, the smile slipped from Ryan's face. It was back again an instant later, making Cameron question if he'd seen anything at all. "Oh yeah," he agreed again, chuckling softly. "I love it. Always loved the snow, always loved to ski. When I couldn't for a couple years while at uni, I thought... well, why not work at the resort I love?"

"And now you teach here?" Cameron asked. It wasn't much of a question really, and the tiger knew it. Still, he'd admit to himself and himself alone, in all honesty he just wanted to keep hearing Ryan talk. The wolf's words sounded like anyone else's, but there was a warmth to them that, back home, Cameron never heard. That whole big-city-versus-small-town thing, he supposed.

Ryan nodded, completely oblivious to Cameron's thoughts. "Yep. Just the little tykes, getting them all ready for when they're big enough to ski with their parents." Shaking his head, the wolf uttered a short laugh. "Oh, they're so adorable, I swear. This little mouse, Nikki, God... she tries so hard, because she saw the Winter Olympics once and decided she wanted a gold medal in skiing. Said that once she was a champion, once she won a gold medal, she'd come back and show me and everything."

At that, Cameron couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know how you stand it," he chuckled, shaking his head with a grin. "The cuteness overload must make your head wanna pop some days."

"Some days; others they're a complete pain in the ass," Ryan replied with a smirk. "There was one other little girl, a fennec named Dina. She just couldn't get it into her fuzzy head that the ski poles weren't for hitting me with." Grimacing before laughing again, Ryan, shrugged. "She led the other students in an uprising against me. All that jousting..."

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen!" Cameron said with a smile. Clasping his paws together on the table and chewing momentarily on his bottom lip, the tiger leaned forward. "So... how long have you been here, then?" he asked, eager to learn more about the wolf.

That brought an almost dreamy look into Ryan's eyes, and Cameron had to catch himself before he melted into a striped puddle on the ground. "Wow... must be about... four years, now?" he wondered aloud, before focusing again on Cameron. "Yeah, about four years, I think.

"See, I was born a thousand miles from here, went and studied at uni." The wolf's smile took on a sad tone. "Uni was great, it really was... I learned a lot, both from my studies and from the people around me. I grew a lot there... anyway, for the years I was there, I couldn't come here to ski. Parents owned a little house down in Pine Valley, the town about an hour's drive from the resort here."

Cameron cocked his head a little as he smiled. "That's the one you have to drive through if you want to get up this way, right?" he asked. The tiger remembered the town quite well; nothing big and spacious, but a lovely little place. If he wasn't accustomed to the city, so ingrained into the life that comes with a major population center, he might like living there himself.

Nodding softly, Ryan continued. "Yeah, it's a great place. The house used to be a holiday home for us... my parents were... well, are pretty well off. Anyway, when I graduated, I told them that I wanted to move into Pine Valley. Said I wanted to work at the resort, that I wanted to be up in the snow all the time." Chuckling quietly, the wolf shrugged. "At first they resisted... but when they saw how much I wanted to stay here, they gave me their blessings. And the house."

His eyes widening, Cameron leaned back in the chair. "I've heard of some great graduation gifts, but... damn, you're a lucky bastard, aren't you?"

Laughing quietly, Ryan just shrugged again. "I have moments, I suppose," he agreed. "So I actually live nearby. There's not much call for me to do anything else... Pine Valley's a very small town. It's an 'everyone knows everyone' kinda place. Not very many specialty jobs, so... if I ever wanted to do anything else, I can't do it here."

Again, that sad note had entered Ryan's voice. Cocking his head to the side slightly, Cameron asked, "Do you want to do something else?"

After pausing for a moment, Ryan shook his head and smiled that warm smile again. "Why would I need to do anything else?" he countered lightly. "I love what I do here." At those words, his eyes widened slightly. "Oohhh... oh, shit."

"What is it?" Cameron quickly asked. As he looked Ryan over, he saw the wolf fumbling with the sleeve of his ski gear, pulling it up to expose a small watch. "Is something wrong?"

Leaning back, Ryan shook his head as he looked at the watch. Finally he lowered his arm again, sighing quietly. "No, not yet anyway," he said, easing Cameron's concerns. "Overreacted a little bit; gotta be careful of the time, here. No, I just have another class to teach in a little while." With a wink, he continued, "So no, you don't get rid of me that easy. You still get lunch, on me."

As long as I get you for dessert, Cameron mused with a little smirk. What he said, however, was, "That's very kind of you Ryan, but I'm fine." A sudden thought struck him though, and the tiger had to fight to keep his eyes from lighting up. "But if you've really got your heart set on it... well, I suppose I could let you." Pausing long enough to give the wolf a wink, Cameron added, "If that is, you let me take you out to dinner tonight. Gotta let me repay the favour somehow, don't you?"

Raising an eyebrow, Ryan folded his arms across his chest as his smile twitched. "Oh, but aren't you quite the negotiator?" Chuckling quietly, the wolf nodded. "I suppose if you want to do that, I'm not one to argue."

Smiling wide despite the knowledge that his cheeks were starting to burn, Cameron nodded softly to the wolf. "Good, because I'd hate to have to drive into town, find out from someone where you live, and drag you out to dinner anyway. Or would I have to run headfirst into you on the sidewalk first?"

Ryan laughed, the sound rich and infectious. Cameron joined in, neither he nor Ryan even realizing that their food had arrived. And though only a half hour had passed, if even that, Cameron knew with absolute certainty that his coming on the trip was money well spent.

When Cameron finally kicked his ski boots clear of snow against the doorframe a few hours later, the tiger honestly felt like his body was about ready to fall to pieces. Parts of him he didn't know existed were aching, but everything seemed to become ten times better once he managed to peel off the bulky, awkward ski boots. The sheer relief he felt at first kicking off one, then the other, was one he felt made the pain and aches of skiing all worthwhile by itself.

Stumbling over once again to the couch in the middle of his cabin, Cameron let himself slump down with a deep sigh. Immediately he felt a light tug of his mind towards sleep but he pushed such feelings away, keeping his eyes open as they drifted across the room. Shower, he thought. Gotta go shower. Gotta clean up for tonight.

Whimpering softly at the prospect of standing again, Cameron nevertheless hauled his tired body up and stumbled into the bathroom. The tiger paused only long enough to grab a small bag from inside his suitcase before slipping up and into the bathroom proper. Dropping the bag on the counter and opening it, Cameron pulled out a small bar of soap and held it tightly as he stepped into the shower.

If the boots coming off his feet were good, then the feel of the hot water spraying down over his somewhat chilled body set Cameron's knees positively weak. A deep groan escaped his lips as he leaned against the tile wall, closing his eyes and setting the bar of soap on a nearby rack as the steaming water washed down over his cool body. Wrapping his arms tightly around himself, Cameron tilted his head up under the spray and let the water run down over his face and down his neck.

It took very little for Cameron's thoughts to start to wander as he stood under the spray of the shower head. Ryan had been on his mind for the two hours he'd continued to ski by himself. While Cameron would maintain that it was just to enjoy the slopes and continue to learn, he'd admit to himself that the entire time had been an attempt to spy more of Ryan. Unfortunately he'd not found the wolf again during the day, but the effort alone had done a very good job of keeping him firmly in Cameron's mind.

"Shit," Cameron muttered, some distant part of his mind reminding him that he said that to himself an awful lot. Opening his eyes, the tiger glanced down over his water-matted body. There, between his legs, he could see exactly what he'd begun to feel; his shaft starting to slide up and free of his sheath, throbbing in the steamy air as the hot spray of the shower pelted it.

Unconsciously, Cameron leaned back further to allow more of the spray to strike his length, purring quietly at the sensation. The tiger let his thoughts drift as one paw stroked over his belly, the other pressing tightly against the wall. Images of the wolf he'd only just met began to flash unhindered through Cameron's mind, the needs of his body filling in the blanks and providing him with a delicious, if conservative physique beneath those baggy ski clothes.

Sighing, the tiger banished those images as best he could from his mind. Still he couldn't bring himself to lean forward though; his trip had been long and he'd had so little time to himself that his malehood had been neglected for nearly a week. Chewing on his lower lip as the water continued to rain down over his sensitive length, Cameron let the paw on his belly slide slowly lower. It won't take long, he reasoned with a smile as his fingers closed tightly around the base of his malehood, and it might stop me trying to just hump Ryan when I see him later.

Satisfied with that line of reasoning even as some part of him reminded him that he was thinking with the wrong head, Cameron started to pump his paw nice and slow up and down over his shaft. Mindful of the empty cabin around him and the distance between him and anyone else on the mountain still, the tiger lay his head back against the shower wall and let out a long, deep moan.

All of Cameron's inhibitions, both physical and mental, melted away with that moan. Suddenly, for him, all that mattered was the paw on his cock and the pleasure it brought him. The tiger's other hand slipped down between his legs, grasping both furry orbs in his paw and squeezing them tightly. His fingers worked up and down, running firmly over the water-slicked flesh of his shaft.

Again those thoughts of a disrobed Ryan drifted into Cameron's mind as his paw worked away. In his minds eye the wolf was there in the shower with him; the paw on his shaft belonged to Ryan. Again Cameron groaned, the sound of his moan echoing off the walls as his hips twitched into the tightening grip of his fingers.

He could almost feel the hot breath of the wolf against his tip as he imagined Ryan kneeling down before him. Biting his lip to stifle another moan, Cameron gave his malehood a good tight squeeze, directing his shaft's tip up and under the spray of the shower as he thought of the wolf's lips slipping slowly down around his length.

A burst of pre erupted from Cameron's tip, caught by the water streaming down from above and washed down the drain. He moaned out loud as the tiger let his legs spread out wider, still more images flashing through his mind. Pictures of his hips sliding forward and humping Ryan's mouth, of himself tonguing vigorously between the wolf's legs as he lay atop the bed, of the wolf's tail hiked up high with his muzzle buried between those exposed cheeks...

Finally though, one image shot into Cameron's mind and lodged there firmly. The tiger gasped as his paw dropped away from his balls, immediately slipping up under his tail as he revelled in the thought. The simple image was of himself, face and chest pressed tightly against the cool tile of the shower. The hot water was streaming down over him and Ryan, and the wolf...

Turning himself to face the wall, Cameron moaned loudly as he drove two fingers firmly up under his tail. For a moment there was resistance; it had been too long since he'd taken anyone or anything. Still his body remembered what it was he wanted with the assistance of the thoughts running through his head, and Cameron's tailring relaxed just enough to allow both fingers to slip up inside him as far as they could go.

The tip of the feline's shaft rubbed firmly against the tile wall as Cameron pawed himself furiously. The images in his head moved as his paw started to pump those fingers back and forth within his stretched out tailhole, Ryan's hips working back and forth in time with Cameron's pawing, pumping a deliciously thick shaft into the tiger's widely-spread backside...

Cameron moaned loud enough to shake the walls as he spread his legs out as wide as they could go without him slipping and falling, jamming a third water-slicked finger in alongside the first two. The pain he felt at pushing himself that far that fast was almost immediately shunted aside by sheer force of his body's need. Again his shaft throbbed, pulsing as the tiger's fingers ran along it, coaxing another shot of pre to spurt against the tile wall.

The tiger's body began to shake as he bucked back against those fingers pumping within his backside, his inner muscles squeezing down tightly around them as if Ryan was taking him. Another moan shook the walls as Cameron pumped his fist around his shaft harder still, moving faster and faster as the images flowing through his mind became more and more desperate. Intense, volcanic need built up within him, and Cameron cried out in sheer pleasure as he reached his peak.

All three fingers slammed as deep as they could within the tiger's tight backside, his middle finger ramming hard right up against his prostate. His fingers curled tightly around the base of his shaft as his tip rubbed against the cool tile of the wall, pulse after thick pulse of seed warming it rapidly as it spurted up and out of his shaft. Cameron's body shook and trembled as he emptied himself, the thoughts running through his mind only spurring on the electric pleasure flowing through him.

For a good half minute, Cameron found himself twitching heavily against the wall in orgasmic pleasure. His every muscle tightened, and the tiger felt certain that his whole self was draining out through his shaft, so pent up was he. Even after the flow of seed slowed from hot jets to a warm trickle, Cameron still slumped against the wall of the shower. He panted softly, his eyes closed tightly as he all but froze, keeping himself perfectly still lest he disturb the warmth spreading through his body.

Finally, the feline opened his eyes with a sigh. Whether it was seconds, minutes or even hours that had passed, Cameron had no clue. The tiger looked down over himself as he blushed brightly, noting the splatters of white seed that coloured his belly and coated the tiles of the shower. Slowly he backed up under the full spray of the shower again, shivering as the hot water flowed down over his body and began to wash away the fluids clinging to his fur.

As he continued to quietly pant through the steam filling the room, Cameron reached out to the soap he'd set down. Grasping it carefully, the tiger started to foam up his fur. His shaft, hard as a rock a few minutes before was only then starting to deflate, remaining half-hard still even when Cameron finished washing his fur.

On a sudden impulse, Cameron glanced down at his watch, rubbing the steam off the face with his side as he lifted it. The digits below were only visible for a short time before the hot air all around him steamed it up again, but it was enough of a glimpse for him. "Aww, shit," he grumbled, quickly rinsing his body off and sagging as he shut off the water. _I'm going to be fucking late...

Still_

, the tiger thought as he towelled himself off, grinning wide, time well spent.

When Cameron finally found himself pulling up in front of the restaurant Ryan had told him about, he was indeed far later than he'd planned. In the orgasm-induced, lethargic haze the tiger had stumbled around in after his shower, and then the slow, careful drive down icy roads in the failing afternoon light, he was more than thankful that Ryan had given him his phone number. Without it, the feline likely would have taken at least another half hour, driving desperately around town.

Still, as Cameron stepped out of the rental and locked the door, he couldn't read any irritation or the like on Ryan's face. The wolf was dressed much lighter than he had been up on the mountain; a pair of dark blue jeans over his legs and a warm-looking black and red jacket over his chest. Cameron blushed slightly at the sight and ducked his head low to hide it; he was dressed in the same clothes he'd arrived at his cabin in that morning. "I'm sorry," he murmured as Ryan stepped down in front of him. "Had some trouble finding the place, and I was running late before anyway, and-"

"Think nothing of it!" the wolf interrupted, dismissively waving a paw as he chuckled. "Believe me, I do it all the time." Smirking, Ryan glanced down at his watch. "And besides, only twenty minutes late or so... earlier than others I could name."

Cameron just smiled softly back, lifting his head up and breathing a soft sigh of relief. "Still, it's not exactly the best first impression to make, is it?" he asked, leaning against the door of his car. "Ah well... we going to head in now, or...?"

"Just a moment," Ryan replied, holding up one paw while the other dug into one of his pockets. The wolf withdrew a small mobile phone, flipping it open while glancing up at Cameron. "Sorry, just checking something first," he explained, looking back down at the phone as his thumb started to race over the number pad.

With a quiet chuckle, the tiger simply nodded and folded his arms. Cameron leaned back against the car and nodded, glancing around the restaurant's carpark as he waited. "No worries; I certainly made you wait long enough."

By the time Cameron had finished his sentence, Ryan had already started to stuff the phone back into his pocket. "Nonono, it's fine," he said, flashing that tiger-melting smile to Cameron again. "Come on, we'll go in and get something to eat. You're going to love this place, trust me!" With that, the wolf all but grabbed Cameron's arm as he yanked the tiger into the restaurant.

Despite the force of the wolf's pull, Cameron found it nigh-on impossible to identify any reason not to follow Ryan. Instead the tiger followed quickly, letting his eyes drift down briefly to the lupine's denim-clad backside as he was led into the building.

"Wow," was the first word out of Cameron's mouth once he'd made it inside. There were plenty of restaurants near where he lived, from the five-star posh places to the more family-friendly little restaurants to the classy bistros and arty cafes. The restaurant he stood in, however, was something completely unto itself, as far as the tiger was concerned.

If he didn't know better, Cameron would have been sure he'd stepped back into his cabin. The flooring and walls of the large, square room were exactly the same dark wood as decorated the inside of his cabin. Set into the center of the room was a bar with stools set all around it, lower than the rest of the room. The floor down there was a rich, deep red carpet, and small stairs set into the edge of the bar area allowed access from the tables circling it above.

"Wow," the tiger repeated, as Ryan lead him up and around towards the back of the restaurant. "This... you're right; I really do like this! Never seen anything set up like this before!" Cameron grinned like a child, completely fascinated by the bar below him and the tables all around. Ordinarily he would have thought his behaviour odd, but the wolf's excitement and enthusiasm was just simply infectious.

Ryan just grinned right back as he brought Cameron to a small booth in one corner overlooking the bar below. "I knew it," he declared with a wink. "I'd have let you figure out where to go if I thought you'd been here before, but then I thought, 'Anyone who's been to Pine Valley comes here,' and you've only just arrived, so..."

Cameron just nodded as he looked around. The restaurant was about half filled with various people, though as he glanced down, there were only a handful of people around the bar. Another tiger, a fox and a rabbit, all male, scattered around it. Smiling as he watched, Cameron could tell that the fox and tiger were both completely smashed, the two sitting together while the rabbit on the other side of the bar seemed much more sober.

Following the tiger's view down to the bar, Ryan laughed quietly to himself. "Those two are always here," he said with a grin, nodding towards the tiger and the fox. "On a Monday, a Wednesday, and a Saturday. It's like a ritual for them. They both lost their girlfriends at the same time, met each other at that bar. They've gotten drunk together ever since."

Nodding with a smile, Cameron, flicked his eyes up briefly to Ryan before looking down again. "Everyone's gotta cope somehow," he replied with a chuckle, before focusing once more on the rabbit down below. "Since you seem to know everyone, what about the rabbit there? What's his story?"

Before Ryan could respond, a tall vixen strode over to the table. "Heya boys," she greeted them, her voice light and melodious as she smiled down at them. The vixen's sleek, long black pants perfectly accentuated her white apron and her long-sleeved navy blue shirt, while the tall, ebon heels on her feet clacked together on the wooden floor. "What can I get for you?"

Cameron never had the chance to answer her, because Ryan simply stood up and laughed, throwing his arms around the vixen. She yipped at the grab and giggled quietly herself, her ruby hair fanning out as Ryan pulled her into his lap. "Samantha, how'd you get your paws on that, huh? You don't work here!"

The vixen, Samantha, just shrugged and grinned at Ryan as she settled herself in his lap. "I convinced old man Davis to lend it to me to surprise you when you came in," she explained, before turning her head to regard Cameron. "But how rude of me!" she exclaimed, locking a pair of bright brown eyes on the tiger seated across the table. "You must be Cameron! Ry told me about how he slammed into someone today, you poor thing. I'm Sammy, Ryan's girlfriend."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Cameron replied instinctively, some part of his mind continuing on polite automatic. Even as he rose from his chair and mechanically shook the vixen's paw, a sizable number of hopes and wishes regarding Ryan collapsed around the tiger. "Ryan... didn't actually mention he has a girlfriend." Snapping back to himself, Cameron plastered a broad smile across his face as he glanced down at the wolf. "Though I should have assumed as much."

The wolf simply shrugged, bouncing Samantha on one knee as he smiled at Cameron. "I figured you wouldn't know anyone in town just yet," he said with a grin, turning his eyes up to Samantha. "Thought it would be nice to spring this little bundle of fuzz on you. You seemed to take a liking to me, so I figured, hey, more friends is good, right?"

Another little crack wormed its way through Cameron's mind, the tiger sighing inwardly. As nice as she is, she's got you, he thought bitterly, before considering it all again. Then again, his mind sadly admitted, you're not looking, you're only here temporarily, and best you didn't get your hopes up further. "Right!" he finally answered, some small fraction of the feline's smile becoming genuine. "Can always use more pleasant people in life, can't you? And hey, with the two of you together, it saves me on time and gas trying to see you both!"

Even as the two laughed at his words, Cameron slumped a little back in his chair. The tiger's despair seemed to have gone unnoticed by either the wolf or the vixen, the two seeming to be completely absorbed in each other before Cameron could get himself back under control. When their attention shifted finally back to the tiger as food arrived, his face had become a mask; his feelings beneath were completely hidden.

At that point, over a trio of thick steaks and goblets of red wine, both the vixen and the wolf turned their full focus onto Cameron. "So Cam!" Samantha exclaimed suddenly, as Ryan started to carve up his steak almost ravenously. The vixen's eyes were locked on Cameron as the tiger looked up, an interested smile spreading across her lips as she stared at the tiger. "Ry didn't tell me much about you. C'mon, stripes! Spill! All I know's that you're here by yourself on a holiday!"

"That's about all I know, too!" added Ryan as the wolf looked up. His muzzle, filled with steak as it was, couldn't quite form the words properly. Cameron still managed to get the gist of it, though.

The feline took a quiet breath, thinking back to his apartment, back to the people back home... "Oh, I live on the coast," he answered, forcing those other thoughts back into the recesses of his mind. "Nice big city, good little apartment not too far from work. Manager for a marketing group, advertising, that sorta thing."

Samantha nodded as Cameron spoke, obviously drinking up every word. Beside her, Ryan was splitting his attention evenly between his plate and the tiger. "Well then, what brought you all the way out here?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and perking up one ear.

Idly carving his steak up with a clawtip, Cameron just shrugged. His eyes stayed glued to the plate, his appetite fading at about the same time as Samantha had shown up. "I needed to get out for a while, you know?" finally replied the feline, his voice darkening a little before he caught himself. Glancing up, he offered the vixen a soft smile. "Needed a holiday. Been working a bit too hard, and all that."

That seemed to appease her, and as the vixen started to go at her own steak with equal ferocity to Ryan, the wolf looked up and chuckled. "Try telling this one that," he said with a smirk, hooking a thumb at Samantha. "She's a teacher at the local high school; English teacher, actually. She works her backside off down there for the ungrateful brats."

Even though Ryan chuckled at the words as Cameron started to delicately pick at his own steak, Samantha lightly rapped the wolf's knuckles with her fork. "They're not brats, sweetheart," she protested, as Cameron barely restrained a grimace at the word sweetheart. "They just don't know how much they'll come to appreciate the written word in later years, that's all." Elbowing Ryan as he rubbed at his paw, Samantha smirked up at Cameron. "They're better behaved than his kids, or did he not tell you about the jousting incident?"

At the remembered conversation, Cameron couldn't help but smile. "Oh yes," he replied with a quiet chuckle. "I imagine he was more than a little sore after that." Pausing for a moment to quickly chew on a piece of his surprisingly tender steak, the feline glanced up at Samantha again. "So how did the two of you meet?" he asked. Inwardly, the tiger wondered if he actually really wanted to know the answer to that question, but the words had already been spoken by the time his second thoughts came around.

A quick, sickeningly cute glance between the vixen and wolf later, Samantha simply smiled. "Oh, we studied at the same university," she replied after a moment. Her eyes all but sparkled as she spoke. "We ran into each other when we were both studying in the library one day. My one flirt with the city, that was!"

As Cameron watched Ryan, he saw the wolf's smile slightly, ever so slightly, sour with those last words. "Literally ran into each other," he added, his expression once again becoming that romantically happy one Cameron was starting to resent. "The library was closing, and we both had to check out some books-"

"And we were both running quickly to get them out before we were locked in-" the vixen interrupted.

"And hit each other around a corner!" they both finished in unison, vixen and wolf erupting in laughter even while Cameron felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest and strangle him. It wasn't that it was cute, it wasn't that he'd been mildly interested in Ryan... it was reminders of home. It was what was still waiting to be sorted. What he'd had...

Mentally shaking his head clear, Cameron offered the two a smile. "And you got to talking and hooked up?" he asked, leaning back in his chair before spearing another chunk of steak with his fork.

Ryan nodded, smiling warmly and wider up at Samantha. "Oh yeah," he confirmed with a fresh laugh. "Couldn't keep away from each other for very long. Met up from time to time, hung out together and all that. Actually ran with similar crowds; it was amazing we never met earlier, actually."

"Much earlier," Samantha emphasised, chuckling quietly after sipping at her wine. "I've lived here my whole life. My family's always lived in Pine Valley, and I've never wanted to be anywhere else. It's a great place here, Cam; quiet and peaceful... and then I learned Ryan loved coming here!"

Again, there was a slight cringe to the wolf's features. Samantha never saw it, but to Cameron, the shift from warm and happy to almost sad was like a lit room plunging into darkness. It was more than obvious. "So you obviously were an English major," he suggested, nodding at Samantha as the shadow lifted again from Ryan's features. "Then you Ryan, were...?"

The lupine's smile seemed to brighten at the question. "Oh! Art!" he replied, his smile faltering a little as he glanced down at his plate again. "I always wanted to be a painter, since I was really little. Loved it, and never grew out of it." The slightest of sighs escaped the wolf's lips, and that time Cameron even caught Samantha's smile slip, if just a little.

Frowning slightly, Cameron leaned in slightly over the table. "I'm sorry, is something wrong?" he asked, looking between the two. "Should I not have asked?"

Samantha was the first to respond, immediately waving a paw dismissively. "Oh, not at all!" she replied quickly, before turning her eyes back to Ryan. "Ry just... can't really make it as an artist here. There's not much call for fine paintings in this little town. We're too small for that sorta thing."

At those words, the expression on Ryan's face made a full shift. Where he had been warm and happy, if covering up small sparks of sadness, the mask then slipped away almost completely. "I love my job," he said, and the nearly desperate tone in the wolf's voice made Cameron wonder just how much he actually did. "Really... I just always dreamed of having a chance, a real chance, to make it as an artist. To stand alone with what I create, you know?"

Cameron's heart truly went out to the wolf in that moment, in the lupine's near-pleading for understanding. He had a friend, an otter called Michelle, who lived near to him back home. She had tried for fifteen years to become an author, but it always had seemed just out of her reach. "I know," the tiger sympathized, nodding as he smiled slightly. "But don't give up on it, okay? There's always a chance. You just have to work at it, and believe you can make it."

At that, Ryan snorted. The smile once more returned to his face; the mask set back into place. "I believed that once," the lupine explained with a shrug, "But Sammy's right. This place is just too small for me to make a living with my painting. I'll never stop... but I'll never really get anywhere, either." He smiled a little wider. "Besides, those cubs won't teach themselves to ski, will they?"

Despite the renewed upbeat tone in the lupine's voice, Cameron just found himself unable to believe it anymore. Michelle spoke the same way sometimes, and there was always little the tiger could do to cheer her up. "Well, maybe... if you like, you could come out to the city with me sometime. I'm sure I could find a place to market your works, if they're up to scratch, that is." Cameron couldn't help but smirk at the mock-indignant expression spreading across Ryan's face.

After all three laughed, it seemed that everyone at the table relaxed considerably more. Cameron asked more about Ryan and Samantha, learning of their time there in little Pine Valley. He chuckled at their response to his asking after any children they might have; both were around kids far too much to be interested in parenting just yet.

Similarly, Cameron started offering up more information about himself. Queries about his job, his family, about the city itself specifically from Ryan, all of them came to him. The tiger answered somewhat guardedly; it wasn't that he didn't trust them, it was merely that some events would be better shared once he knew them better. You don't dump emotional baggage on someone during dinner, he kept thinking to himself.

As the night wore on and the massive, tender steaks vanished from their plates into their stomachs, Cameron started to notice a strange and gradual shift in Ryan's behaviour. The wolf seemed to relax into his chair more, his laughs became louder and much warmer. He seemed to be having a much better time of things, though Cameron wasn't exactly sure why. A part of him liked to think that maybe it was him being there, that made the wolf seem happier. The rest of his mind told him that was wishful thinking.

Another thing of note tickled at the corner of Cameron's sight. All night, from their arrival to Ryan growing, for lack of a better word, giddy... down at the bar, a pair of eyes kept looking up at him. They belonged to the rabbit sitting down below, nursing a colourfully filled glass. For the most part, each time Cameron glanced down at him, the rabbit had already shifted his eyes away again. On a couple rare occasions though, the tiger caught the rabbit looking directly up at him. The male below would hold his gaze, as if to make certain that Cameron knew he was being watched, before turning back to his drink again.

A part of him was a little unnerved by the intensity of the rabbit's gaze, but still Cameron kept glancing back to him. His focus was on Ryan and Samantha for most of the night, yes, but the rabbit below provided him with a distraction the tiger desperately needed. The more the night and conversation wore on, the more Cameron was certain that he'd missed out on a really nice guy.

The sight from the corner of his eye of Samantha sitting up was more than enough to turn Cameron's attention fully back to the people across the table from him. Both the wolf and vixen were glancing expectantly at him, and a slight blush tinged the inside of the tiger's ears. "I'm sorry," he apologized quickly, shaking his head. "I'm just... tired. Long day on the slopes, you know?"

The vixen just smiled anew and nodded. "Oh, I know quite well!" she replied with a chuckle. "Ry's almost dead whenever he comes home on the days she has to take three classes." She glanced over at Ryan. "Perhaps it is getting a little late," she suggested. "He's had a long day, and it is a Monday night. Both of us have school in the morning."

Cameron just nodded and smiled. "Oh, I understand. It's alright if you guys need to head off." He stood as Samantha and Ryan rose from their seats, reaching out and grasping the vixen's offered paw. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Samantha."

"Please, Sammy!" she corrected him with a chuckle, turning to Ryan. "You do meet some nice people up on that mountain; thanks for inviting him down." She paused a moment as she released Cameron's paw. "Are you going to stay down here with him for a while, or are you going to come home now, too?"

The wolf looked indecisive for a moment as he glanced over at Cameron, but shook his head and smiled as he turned his eyes on Samantha. "No, I'm coming home, too," he replied. His eyes turned back to Cameron and he smiled warmly. "Unless he still needs some company?" he suggested.

Chuckling quietly to himself, Cameron just shook his head. "No, no, don't worry about me," he answered softly. "I might just hang out, have another drink or two, and then head back up to my cabin. Need to turn in pretty early myself tonight, if I want to be awake for my lessons tomorrow!"

With a warm smile, Ryan reached over the table and tightly but gently grasped Cameron's paw. "Thanks for dinner, Cam; we had a really good time." He laughed quietly as he leaned over the table towards the tiger. "Course, you didn't have to pay for Sammy... so I suppose I owe you again, now. Thanks for that."

Despite that the wolf was probably straight and more than taken, Cameron couldn't help the shiver that wound its way up his back or the pleasant little thrill that flowed through his body. "It's really no trouble," he replied dismissively. "I brought plenty of money on this trip, and I'd probably just waste it anyway. Of course, if you really wanted to make it up to me with some private ski lessons, I'll not complain," he added with a smirk.

Ryan laughed softly at that and nodded. "Well, I've got your number now, so I suppose I could call you when I get a free moment on the mountain. It'd be a pleasure." The wolf slowly released Cameron's paw and nodded as he wrapped one arm around Samantha, the vixen leaning back against him. "Thanks again, Cam. Don't stay up too late, though; it'll mess you up on the mountain tomorrow if you do!" With those words and a smile that could melt a glacier, Ryan turned and headed off towards the restaurant's exit.

Cameron watched the two of them go, one arm around the other as the headed off into the town. A sigh slipped from his lips as he sat himself back down again for a brief moment. Could I have possibly been more pathetic? he thought to himself bitterly as he pulled out his wallet, tossing an assortment of bills on the table before standing up again.

"You're not the first," came a quiet, light voice from behind the tiger.

Cameron almost jumped out of his fur and spun around, his tail fluffing out as he moved. He almost fell backwards after nearly slamming face-first into a grey-furred rabbit. "Not the first what?" he asked cautiously, looking up at the male's face to try and gauge his intentions.

The rabbit's expression was sad, his soft, brown eyes looking past Cameron towards the restaurant's exit. "Not the first guy who's had his eye on Ryan Millar," he replied quietly, before looking properly at Cameron. "Probably not going to be the last, either. That boy's a gay magnet, I swear."

The rabbit's candid words drew a slight blush to Cameron's features as he looked the rabbit over. He seemed dressed about as simply as Cameron himself was, though there was an unmistakable air of confidence about him that belied his simple clothing. Beyond that, one look at the way the rabbit held himself was all it took for Cameron to know that he too was into males. "Some guys just are," he replied slowly, looking the rabbit up and down. "Why did you come over here?"

With a smile, the rabbit extended his paw to Cameron. "Jamie Links," he introduced himself. "Guess you could say I console those nice guys who burn themselves going after Ryan. At least, when I see it."

Cameron gingerly took the rabbit's paw and shook it slowly. "Cam Nielson," he replied, smiling a little despite himself. "I take it you could see me burning myself, then?" he asked, blushing a little at the thought.

"Only burning bright as a fucking bonfire, Cam Nielson," the rabbit answered with a smirk. He released the tiger's paw and waved at Cameron to follow him as he headed down towards the bar again. "C'mon; they've got some good drink here for that."

Before he could protest, Cameron watched the rabbit move rapidly down to the bar below, swaying his hips with every step. For a moment longer he hesitated, glancing back the exit Ryan had left through. The one Ryan and his mate had left through. With a sigh and a shrug, the tiger turned and followed Jamie down to the bar, sitting himself down heavily on a stool beside the rabbit.

Jamie seemed pleased that Cameron had followed, turning to the tiger immediately and shaking his head. "Don't worry about ordering," he said, nodding towards the bartender as he worked. "Already got something on the way for you. I think you'll like it; it'll certainly help you feel a bit better."

Cameron's eyes flicked briefly to the bartender, a tall bear busying himself with a handful of bottles of liquor. "Long as I can drive afterwards, I'm going to be pretty appreciative," he replied, looking the rabbit over again. "How much do I owe you?"

The rabbit affected an indignant look. "For the pleasure of your company? Hell, I should be paying you." Jamie chuckled as Cameron glanced away, trying to hide that brightening blush. "Really, don't worry about it. Just trying to help out someone who was looking to be having a pretty rough night."

"It wasn't that rough," Cameron corrected quickly, before he paused for a moment and thought about it. He sighed a second later and nodded. "Yeah, I guess it was," he admitted with a shrug. "Don't know what I was thinking, anyway. Guy like that's always taken, or straight."

Jamie seemed to snort quietly at the word 'straight', but spoke before Cameron could say anything. "You were thinking what any gay guy who sees him thinks, which is, 'Damn, he's cute.' And he is." The rabbit chuckled and shrugged as the bear came up and set down a pair of tall glasses before them, each filled with a bright blue liquid.

After glancing briefly at the glasses and watching Jamie take a sip of his, Cameron looked down again. "Was a bad idea for me to even get so swept up so quickly by the first cute guy I've seen," he muttered, reaching for his glass and squeezing it gently.

"It's cause you're running from something," Jamie commented as he took another sip, looking over the glass at Cameron. "That's what it is, isn't it? You paid for some expensive dinners for the three of you, down here at the bar now, presumably staying up at the resort... and you're by yourself. You got money, but you're not timed to take a holiday like this with any friends of yours, so... you're running from something."

Snorting, Cameron just shook his head. "It doesn't really matter," he replied quietly, before taking a little sip of his drink. A sweet, tangy, fruity taste hit his tongue, and he frowned as he gulped the mouthful down, feeling it burn like a shot of whiskey. "Wow... now that is different."

The rabbit smirked and nodded, taking another sip of his own drink. "You like it? The owner of the restaurant makes it," he explained. "Calls it Aqua, for the color. Nowhere else makes it, and only he and that bartender know how to make it." Jamie chuckled as he leaned against the bar. "Got more of a kick to it than you'd expect, and you shouldn't drive after a glass, but... what can I say? I'm interested in you. Wanna keep you talking."

He leaned in towards Cameron a little closer. "And I get the feeling you could use an ear or two, and I got some of the biggest in the town." The rabbit's long ears twitched as he smiled, as if to emphasise his words. "So, Cam Nielson... what are you running away from? Or," he added thoughtfully, "Who are you running from?"

The tiger lifted one eyebrow as he kept his eyes firmly on the drink in front of him. "I'm not running from anything, Jamie," he replied firmly, sitting up and taking a longer sip from his glass. He didn't say anything more; he just kept his eyes down.

Jamie however was unconvinced. "Do you know how many guys come through this town?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest. "I run into most of the gay ones, one way or another. I'll tell you right now, none of the guys that I've seen through here who have the money you do just come down here at random times, unless they're running from something. But you're not... you're running from some_one_, aren't you?"

Sighing quietly, Cameron glanced at the rabbit out of the corner of his eye. "You're not going to quit until I tell you what I'm doing here, are you?" Rolling his eyes at Jamie's nod, the tiger just turned his eyes back to his drink. "Fine. If you really want to know, yes. I am running from someone.

"The details don't really matter, and I don't want to go into them." Beside Cameron, the rabbit shifted in his seat. It almost looked to the tiger like Jamie wanted to interrupt, but he kept his mouth shut and Cameron continued. "Suffice to say that I was in a long-term relationship that's gone sour. He's got a while to line a place up, but he's got to be gone before I get back."

"Do you really think he's going to be gone?" the rabbit asked. He was leaning in a little closer now, obviously interested in the tiger's story. "Hell, for that matter... do you even want him gone?"

Taking another sip of the drink, Cameron snorted firmly and shook his head. "No, I need him gone," he muttered, his voice chilling a few degrees. "I want things to have never happened the way they did. And I wanted some time off from work anyway, and I wanted to come out here for the last couple years, and I wanted to just... relax."

"Then you've met the perfect person for that!" replied the rabbit with a wide grin. "I'm friendly; very, very friendly. If relaxation is what you need, and a fun time, well..." As he spoke, Jamie traced the fingers of one paw against Cameron's hip, slowly dragging them down over the tiger's thigh.

Cameron didn't jerk in surprise as he took another sip, though he did turn to Jamie with a firm look in his eye as he set the glass down. "You're certainly not talking about a massage, I'm sure," he said, lifting one eyebrow.

For his part, Jamie just chuckled and kept his paw stroking back and forth over Cameron's leg, seemingly impervious to the feline's sharp gaze. "Well, I suppose in a loose sense of the word," he replied lightly, his innocent tone similar to the one a child uses when obviously telling a little, white lie. "I tell you what, though... no one's ever complained about my services before."

With those words, Cameron leaned back from the bar and turned on his stool to face the rabbit. "Then with those words, you're either a whore or a slut," he suggested with a deadpan voice. "Either way, I don't usually like to screw someone I've just met."

Jamie however just brushed aside those words with a wave of his paw. "Which is just how you are, and that's just perfectly fine," the rabbit replied with a chuckle. "And if you care to know," he added, "I'm a teacher's aide at the high school in town. Not a whore."

"So, you're a slut then?" Cameron asked, turning back to his drink and taking another deep sip, draining a quarter of the glass in one gulp. A shame Steven's not here, he thought bitterly, an image of his ex popping into his mind. He'd be more than happy to take this bunny for a ride.

Nodding, Jamie released Cameron's leg from his stroking and instead laid that paw on the bar. "Oh yeah," he answered easily. "Always have been. Probably always will be, too. It's too much fun to give up." The rabbit smirked as he winked at Cameron. "My work doesn't pay well, but I get to observe the seniors before they head off. I notice the ones that are going to stay, and those amongst them that are... well, yummy. They appreciate someone like me, too. Kids these days! They grow up so fast... into horny, eager little fuckers." The rabbit laughed and took a deep sip of his own drink.

Despite himself, Cameron found his sheath stirring at the rabbit's frank speech, even if he personally didn't agree with the ideals behind what he did. It didn't help with the liquid warmth spreading through his body from the drink he'd almost polished off. "Do I even want to know how you ended up like that?" he asked quietly, rubbing over his face as he looked the rabbit over.

Laughing anew as his ears twitched, Jamie glanced over at Cameron. "Oh? Interested in hot, steamy stories of vigorous bunny buttsex?" As the tiger glanced away, chewing on his lower lip as he tried to hide a blush, Jamie just smiled. "Well, there's not much to tell. Just always liked sex," he explained. "My older brother, Nathan, lives across the country. A year older than me, too... that's why he was on top I guess, heh heh.

"Oh, I was ten, he was eleven. We were exploring; you know how it is." Jamie watched while Cameron shifted in his chair, the ear nearest to the rabbit perked up even while the tiger stared down his drink. "He knew he liked guys, and I walked in on him pawing to some naughty videos on his computer. He started even earlier than me, but we both had each other first." The rabbit rested his chin in his paws as his elbows sat atop the bar, his lips curling into a reminiscing smile.

"I asked what they did, he showed me the video... and we both decided to act it out." Again he chuckled, glancing at Cameron. "Since then? Oh, just been trying to find more and more guys to play with. Nothing feels better than sex, at either end, and it just doesn't feel better than with another guy who knows what he's doing." The rabbit gave a lewd wink and smirk. "So, if you're deciding you do want a playmate while you're here... I'd not mind getting under those clothes of yours, Cameron Nielson."

Despite his better judgement, Cameron found himself strangely interested in the offer. You just met him, he reasoned silently with himself, hoping he could be firm enough to not make more mistakes so early in his trip. You're not going to go and fuck the town slut cause you started to chase after a straight guy. "I bet you wouldn't," he replied finally, taking a final sip and downing the rest of his glass in one go.

Maybe his thoughts were more obvious that he'd expected them to be, or maybe he'd taken a little too long to reply. Regardless of what it was, the smile on Jamie's face seemed to have turned almost predatory; quite a feat for the smaller rabbit. "I bet you wouldn't, either," he added, eyeing the tiger closely as he polished off his own glass. "Especially with how much of that you just drank... and how fast."

Snorting, Cameron waved a paw dismissively. "I've drunk far, far more than that," he replied with a smirk, "And been just fine. It'll take a little more than some pretty blue drink to knock me off my paws, Jamie." As he watched the rabbit's eyes light up and his ears twitch, the tiger shook his head. "No. I don't want another."

"But you do want me," the rabbit persisted, that wandering paw finding its way to Cameron's thigh again as it rubbed back and forth. "You're thinking about my offer, aren't you? You didn't answer my question, kitty." The rabbit smirked as he leaned against the bar, feathering his fingers quickly up and over Cameron's crotch. "And despite how it doesn't fit into your ideals of sex, whatever they are, you're probably at least partly wanting to bend me over this counter and rut me. It's quite okay; most guys wouldn't mind giving me a good pounding."

As the rabbit spoke, Cameron couldn't help but let his mind wander to the suggestion Jamie had made. He batted the sultry rabbit's fingers from his crotch, but not before his pants started to bulge with his swelling sheath. "I want a lot of things," protested the tiger, even as images of the rabbit impaled on his shaft started to fill his head, unbidden. His skin tingled as still more warmth started to pour through his body, the thoughts in his head seeming to send that heat streaming down through him and into his sheath.

Before he could say more though, Jamie shuffled his stool closer and insistently ran his fingers up and along Cameron's thigh, towards that bulge in his pants. "And I'm not going to give you all of them," he cooed, barely loud enough for the tiger to hear through the haze of his thoughts. "But I could give you a good time, kitty. How long's it been?" Those dexterous fingers wrapped around the lengthening bulge, squeezing firmly down around Cameron's trapped shaft as it slipped free of his sheath. "A cock that feels as nice as this one does just shouldn't go to waste. Let me tend it for you."

His breathing starting to come in short, sharp pants, Cameron felt his whole body growing warmer, hotter to the touch. A murr slipped free of his lips as his legs spread out around the stool, giving Jamie more room to feel him up despite the misgivings fading into the background of his mind. His mind grew foggy, the combination of the alcohol rushing quickly through his system mixed with how long it really had been, and both of them mixed with the words and suggestions and strokes of the rabbit all but begging for it. Cameron felt less and less inclined to argue with Jamie, and more inclined to tell the rabbit to get to work, even right there at the bar.

The tiger opened his mouth, and through his hazy hearing and mind he could make out his voice, telling the bunny to take him home. He clearly saw the gleam of lust in Jamie's eyes before he closed his own eyes, just for a brief moment. He murred once more before the paw of the slutty little bunny lifted away from his crotch. Cameron tried to open his eyes, but he found himself just unable to. The haze of his mind spread all through his body and his muscles started to stop wanting to listen to his brain.

The thud of his head against the bar counter was one of the most audible things to Cameron for the few more moments he was conscious, with one of the others being his groan at the dulled pain of impact. Sleep, his mind was telling him. Still he resisted, the rest of his mind telling him that there was a sexy little rabbit there that wanted him to fuck him nice and hard.

A sigh above him caught his ears, just as Cameron found himself unable to speak. "Jeez, Jamie," growled an unfamiliar voice over the tiger's head. "You're meant to warn them before you go giving them Aqua. Did he just chug it?"

"He said he could handle it!" came the protest of the rabbit, the words seeming to shiver and ripple as Cameron drifted away. "Said he drank a lot... dammit... I was gonna get laid, too. I was looking forward to him!"

"Like getting laid's ever a problem for you, butt-slut," the other voice growled again, though it seemed more lighthearted to Cameron's fading hearing. "Well, at least he's just passing out... not like that 'yote you made puke all over my nice, polished counter. Gah... c'mon, Jamie. Get him up, and I'll give you both a lift home."

On some level, Cameron was still aware of his body being lifted up, supported by at least one of the figures before both of them held him up. The feline tried to keep his head up, tried to open his eyes, tried to speak, but just found himself completely incapable. Sighing in his own mind, the tiger resigned himself to his state and let himself go, allowing the darkness of unconsciousness to slip over his mind.

While Cameron did like to drink fairly often, he always felt blessed for the way it affected his mind and body. Specifically, whenever the tiger got himself drunk, his sleep was usually dreamless and peaceful. His hangovers tended to be violent the more he drank, though he recovered fast. He also found himself fully aware in acutely realistic dreams, with all of his senses working in overdrive. Whenever the dreams turned weird, his friends would always laugh at the story he told.

His night, however, was filled with thoughts of Ryan. The wolf stood before him, clothed one minute and in his bare fur the next, arms folded for a second before his paws found their way to a hard shaft, peeking up and out of his swollen sheath. There was nothing else; Cameron felt like he was just sitting back and watching Ryan, the two of them floating in darkness as the wolf pawed at himself.

The tiger blinked, and Ryan was gone. He glanced around, turning his head about in the dark to look for the wolf, but to no avail. His eyes widened however as a touch to his own sheath brought his gaze downwards. Sure enough there was Ryan, stroking over Cameron's sheath with a single, gentle fingertip.

Groaning, Cameron spread his legs slightly as he watched Ryan move in. Beneath him, the wolf nosed and nuzzled up against the tiger's sheath, even flicking his tongue out to lap lightly over the tip of his malehood as it started to peek out. The warmth of that contact seemed to spread through Cameron's body, and the tiger felt himself growing warmer as he squirmed in the dark.

Between his legs the wolf crouched, lapping up and down and around Cameron's sheath and length as inch after inch spilled free into the air. The feline couldn't speak, couldn't move; he could only sit there and watch as the male he'd chased after worked his tongue up and down over his shaft. The sight, mixed with the intense sensations flooding his unconscious mind, did a good job at quickly firming that length of tigerhood.

Ryan lifted his head slightly, placing his lips at Cameron's tip. He grinned up at the tiger, tongue tracing little circles around the head of the feline's shaft as he reached up with one paw to stroke at the base of Cameron's sheath. His other paw shifted to spread the captive tiger's legs wider, granting himself better access to the shaft resting against his lips.

Though fully aware that he was dreaming, Cameron couldn't help but whimper at the tease. The dream-wolf knew exactly what Cameron wanted though, and even before the feline could bring himself to ask, he felt Ryan's lips slowly sliding down and over his malehood, engulfing his length in the warmth of the wolf's muzzle.

Cameron's lips too parted, a groan slipping from him as he leaned his head back a little. His eyes never left Ryan's face, their gaze meeting as the wolf curled his tongue around the tiger's shaft, bobbing shallowly up and down over the base of his length. The feline tried not to blink again, afraid that in doing so the feelings of the dream-wolf would vanish, along with the wolf himself. He wanted nothing at all more in those moments than to have Ryan there, to just keep doing what he was doing.

The wolf between Cameron's legs gave no pause in his work. He moaned and murred around the feline shaft filling his mouth, one of his paws slipping just beneath Cameron's sheath to grasp at his orbs, squeezing them softly as he drew back to tickle the tip of the tiger's malehood with his tongue. Up and down he moved, eyes slowly closing as he gave himself over to the task before him, suckling hungrily.

Slowly Cameron's hips started to move, rolling up to thrust gently between Ryan's lips. The tiger purred as he watched the lupine beneath him, shivering with pleasure as Ryan started to bob back and forth faster, in time with his thrusting. He moaned loudly, the sound alone shaking his body as one of his paws slipped up to caress Ryan's cheek.

Despite the pleasure pumping up and down warmly over his malehood, something felt wrong to Cameron, even for it being a dream. His fingers stroked tenderly over Ryan's cheek as the darkness around him grew lighter, and the tiger frowned a little as he felt the wolf's fur as shorter, sharper than it had always seemed to him. Still the dream-wolf eagerly worked along his malehood, sucking more firmly at Cameron's length as if impatient to bring him to the edge.

A hot, eager slurp right from the base of his shaft to his tip forced Cameron's eyes shut, the tiger's whole body tensing up. His legs spread wide as he moaned again, thrusting up hard and deep into the dream-wolf's muzzle. He gasped, groaning out as light bloomed behind his closed eyelids, his fingers tensing and squeezing gently at Ryan's cheek.

When his eyes opened though, Ryan and the darkness they'd floated in were gone. Cameron gasped as he looked down his body, over the shirt he'd worn out the night before, and down to his naked lower half. It wasn't quite as naked as the lack of clothing would have implied; even as he looked down, Cameron's eyes met Jamie's, the rabbit still bobbing up and down along his shaft, lapping up and down his length.

In surprise, Cameron tried to pull himself down and away. Laying flat on his back atop what was presumably the rabbit's bed, though, the soft mattress gave only briefly before pushing him back up against Jamie's lips. The tiger opened his mouth, intent on telling the rabbit to stop, to let go of his cock, anything. What emerged instead, against his will, was a long, drawn out moan of pleasure.

With the intensity of the dream and the sheer skill of the rabbit's muzzle as it worked over every inch of his shaft, Cameron found himself too drowned in pleasure to speak the words his rational mind wanted him to say. The warmth of Jamie's muzzle sent tingles of white-hot need flowing through his body; the rabbit had already brought Cameron right to the edge of his control, and even as the tiger dropped his paw from Jamie's cheek, he felt himself starting to tip over the edge.

He cried out, both arms slapping down at the bed to tightly grab a hold of the sheets as his shaft pulsed and throbbed. Cameron's back arched as his hips thrust his shaft right up into Jamie's mouth, stuffing the rabbit's muzzle full as his tip erupted, the first spurt of his seed washing over Jamie's tongue and shooting right into the back of his mouth.

Immediately Jamie brought both hands up, one squeezing tightly and encouragingly at Cameron's hip. The other wrapped around the base of the feline's shaft, fingers feathering along it rapidly as he gulped down each pulse of Cameron's seed, moaning loudly himself whenever he had a free moment from the flood of fluids pumping into his muzzle. Not a drop was wasted or missed; the experienced little bunny was not about to let any of Cameron's seed escape his muzzle, and everything he milked from the tiger was swallowed down eagerly.

Cameron rode out the waves of pleasure, moaning and panting as he drained himself into Jamie, filling the rabbit's muzzle with all the seed he could provide. He slumped back down against the bed, still panting heavily as he brought a paw up to his face. He rubbed over his features vigorously, the haze of sleep mixing with the pleasure of his afterglow as he tried to sort his thoughts before speaking.

Jamie beat him to the punch, his lips stained with Cameron's seed in a true cocksucker's grin as he murred up at the tiger. "Mmrrr, and good morning to you too, handsome," he said, his grin only widening as he traced up and down Cameron's chest. "If I'd known you were in so much need and tasted that good, I wouldn't have waited to wake you up like this."

Despite the anger he felt at what had just happened, Cameron couldn't help the blush that spread across his face. His breathing slowly coming under his control, the tiger narrowed his eyes at the rabbit. "You could have woken me first," he growled, though even to his own ears the words didn't sound as vicious as he would have liked. It might have had something to do with the way his whole body still tingled from the skilful work of that rabbit's tongue.

The room slowly came into focus around Cameron as his eyes flicked briefly around. The bedroom was rather spare, though he didn't quite know what to expect from the rabbit's place. The bed was large and soft, draped in dark blue sheets and blankets. A small table sat beside the bed and against the wall, with assorted lubricants and sex toys scattered across the surface; Jamie obviously had no sense of shame in his room. The walls and ceiling were as bare as the rest of the room, leaving Cameron to assume that the rabbit had little time for anything but his sexual hobbies.

That rabbit simply lifted his eyebrows as the tiger spoke, sliding slightly away from Cameron to sit up atop the bed. Unlike Cameron, Jamie was completely naked, though the rabbit's shaft had already retreated back into its sheath. The sheets were stained considerably though where he had been knelt over the tiger's shaft; obviously Jamie had also quite enjoyed himself. "It's more fun to wake someone up like this," the little bunny replied with an easy shrug of his shoulders, his expression turning teasingly warm. "You can't tell me it didn't feel good."

"And that's not the point," Cameron replied, his blush only growing brighter. Jamie was at least partly right; Cameron had never felt someone work their tongue over his shaft in just the way that the slutty bunny had just demonstrated.

With a sigh, Jamie rolled his eyes and laid himself down on his belly. "Last night, you were about to let me take you home for a wild time. You were going to pound the hell out of my ass, and we both were gonna love it. What was I supposed to do, keep my paws to myself with a hot thing like you sleeping right there?"

The praise sprinkled on top of the excuse didn't make Cameron forgive the rabbit, but it did brighten the blush on his cheeks enough that Jamie could clearly see. "And there!" he exclaimed, pulling one paw up to point at the tiger's face. "You know it's true! You certainly remember enough of last night to remember what you wanted. You were reluctant, remember? But I persuaded you. Dexterous fingers, these." With those last words, Jamie flexed and wriggled his fingers, winking up at Cameron.

Sighing, Cameron just bowed his head and shook it slowly from side to side. "I was drunk, and you know it," he answered softly. Raising one eyebrow, the feline glanced up at Jamie. "Was that your intention from the start?" he quietly demanded, voice cold. "To get me drunk, and bring me home?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," Jamie admitted with a smirk, waving a paw quickly as anger flashed across Cameron's face. "Oh, don't get like that. I didn't do anything to you while you were sleeping, pretty kitty... well, until this morning, and that was with intent to wake you. Nothing says, "Good morning!" like blowing your load down my throat, does it?"

Even as Jamie giggled, Cameron hung his head again and growled quietly to himself. "It doesn't matter if it was good or not-"

"And it was good," Jamie interjected with a giggle.

"-because I didn't really want it." The tiger lifted his head as he sat up, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. He sighed as he rubbed over his forehead, curling his tail up and atop one leg. "Look, Jamie. You seemed like a nice enough guy last night, but that didn't mean I wanted to fool around."

Sighing himself, the rabbit rolled over so that his head was laying in Cameron's lap, his eyes gazing up at the tiger's. "Look, Cammy. You're in a bad way. You've just got out of a relationship, you're on a holiday, and the guy you had the hots for has a girlfriend." He smirked as he winked up at the feline. "You can't tell me in all your life, you've never jumped on someone quickly, just cause you wanted to play around, can you?"

Even as Cameron pursed his lips and glanced off to the side, Jamie was nodding. "Exactly. Sometimes you just gotta let your hair down, kitty; you've done it before. You probably said it wasn't right, or that you didn't wanna cheapen sex or some other lovey-dovey crud like that." The rabbit shrugged, leaning his head to the side to nuzzle against Cameron's belly. "But you know what? You know it's a need like any other, kitty. If you want a good lay, and I want you to make me a very sore-assed bunny, where's the harm? Your ex going to find out what a naughty boy you've been?"

When Cameron didn't reply, Jamie sat up again and leaned against the tiger's side. "I like friends, Cammy; friends are great. I like sex, too. I like it a lot. I'm hardly going to be upset if you use me cause your boyfriend's gone and your favourite prospect is a straight guy."

While he still didn't feel good about what happened, Cameron had to admit that the rabbit had made a couple good points. "Don't take it the wrong way, Jamie," he said slowly, "But I'm just not sure I'm that kinda guy. I really don't want that kinda thing; not from you, not from anyone." The tiger nodded firmly to himself, emphasizing his words.

Something must have shown through though, because Jamie didn't look convinced in the slightest. "Alright, then," he replied anyway, shrugging as a teasing little smile spread across his lips. "It's your call, honey. But speaking of calls... if you get lonely while you're in town, you know where to find me." The little bunny winked as he stood slowly, turning as if to leave for a moment.

He paused though, and turned back around to face Cameron again. "I'm going to go take a shower now," he said with a little giggle. "You're more than welcome to come and join me, if you like. If not, your other clothes are in the living room, hanging up. Leave when you like, or stick around for breakfast; it's your call." With that, Jamie smirked to himself and sashayed out of the bedroom and out of Cameron's sight.

The tiger mumbled a quiet curse as he stood up himself, his malehood only barely still peeking out of sheath by that point. He stretched and glanced around the bedroom briefly before heading outside, looking for his clothes. It became clear he was in a small apartment block; the rabbit's place wasn't that large, and it certainly wasn't one of the most expensively-furnished places Cameron had ever seen. Everything was neat and tidy, there just wasn't a lot of everything to make a mess.

The sound of water from the shower reached Cameron's ears, and he growled at himself again firmly as he dared to contemplate the rabbit's offer. No, he decided as he glanced around the living room, not going to happen. His eyes fell on his pants and jacket, and with a sigh the tiger started to pull them on.

Nonchalant, loud humming and singing started to come from Jamie's shower, and Cameron just rolled his eyes. It was obvious to the feline that he certainly didn't feel bad in the slightest about what had happened. And even Cameron had to admit that it had felt damn good. With a shake of his head and a sigh, the tiger sat down briefly on the rabbit's couch, trying to sort his thoughts out.

On the one paw, there was his ex, and all the emotional mess he'd gone through before deciding to take his little holiday. On the other, there was a cute wolf he'd met, gone to lunch with, and genuinely enjoyed the company of. Someone who Cameron would have very much liked to get to know better, possibly even date, were it not for his girlfriend. And on yet another paw, there was a slutty little rabbit only a couple rooms away, who could just be the best lay of his life if he decided he wanted to play around a bit.

Sighing again, Cameron stood up. No, he thought once again, not gonna happen. Things might not be going so hot, but that doesn't mean I've got to lower myself like that. With that thought, the tiger's mood lifted slightly and he smiled. He glanced down at his wrist quickly, turning his watch up to face him.

Again he stifled a curse as he walked to the door. He was late for his lessons up on the mountain. The tiger paused as he made his way out to the carpark beneath the apartments, looking around briefly for his car before realizing that it was still probably parked over at the restaurant. He strode out to the street and glanced around, straining to remember through the drunken haze of the end of the last night.

"Great way to start a holiday," the tiger mumbled, shaking his head slowly. Grumbling and sighing to himself, Cameron pulled his jacket tight and close around him and started off towards his car.

And that does it for the first part of the story. GAH! Stupid bloody upload not working. I needed to be asleep an hour ago... *sighs* But enough of me ranting. THE SECOND PART IS RIGHT HERE.! if you would be so kind, please fav and score both parts of the story; this was meant to be a complete whole. Comments can be left at the end of the second one, for both parts. Might make this easier.

Finally, I'm sorry for the mess. But please, read on!