Addiction
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Addiction
By Komatose 2008
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Ad'dict (ad'ikt) n. one who confirmed habit, as the overuse of drugs.
This word leaped out of the dictionary that Jason was holding, making his mind race. He closed the large book and set it back onto the bookshelf near the sofa.
He placed his paw-fingers on his temples and rubbed them gently in a clockwise motion. Slowly, he walked to the huge window in his living room, and looked down at the street below.
He wondered where he was...what he was doing...and why...why did it come to this...
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It had been only a few months since Jason was done with college. He had lived in a dorm for four years of his life at the university where he received a bachelor degree in commerce, and was now working comfortably in an accounting firm. The job was good pay; Jason was able to rent a decent apartment in the big, busy city of Tobson. Life was good, for him at least.
Jason was the quiet type, he never really hung out with people and he usually kept his thoughts inside. He was a red fox, a little over five feet tall and weighed around one hundred pounds. Jason's fur was a dark, sunset orange with cream colored muzzle, neck, chest, and belly with the fur around his paws was a dark shade of brown. His frame was slender, lithe, slim, not an ounce of pudge or protruding muscles, he was happy with his little body. Jason had dark brown head fur, the same color of the fur on his paws, and he always kept it well groomed and neatly parted.
He never wore any of the popular brands of clothes, just plain t-shirts and shorts with sandals in summer and long sleeves and jeans with a scarf in winter. He never really stood out; he was just a face in the crowd.
The only thing that set him off from normal were his eyes, their color perfectly matched that of a lapis lazuli stone, the enchanting shade of blue with a band of brown around the pupil.
Jason, whose full name is Jason Vincent Hartje, had never been the dating type; he has never dated any fur in his life, it was just something that was not important to him. What was important to him was his knowledge. He loved to read, solve math equations, go to museums and art galleries, all the things a typical geek' would do.
Jason did know how to have fun; he has a deep appreciation for gaming, movies, and music. Most of these things he would do alone, but there was one fur he shared all of these things with.
Aaron. Aaron was Jason's first, best, and only true friend. Aaron was your typical breed of wolf. He had very dark grey, almost black fur coat coloring his entire body. Aaron had a very different appearance from Jason, he was a little over six feet tall, nearly two hundred pounds, and very muscular. Aaron never played sports in high school, but he worked out a lot, attending the gym was a daily routine.
Aaron wore clothes that would make most furs avoid him. His signature look was his dark green khaki shorts covered in various tears and holes with chains hanging from the belt loops and ending at his pockets, a camo wife beater that showed off his well defined frame through the thin fabric, leather boots, with a spiked collar and wrist bands to top it off. Aaron had many piercings, six in each ear, two on his lower lip, two on each eyebrow, and one on the tongue. Aaron had long, spiky, pure black head fur, but he often accented it with colored streaks, sometimes blue, sometimes red, sometimes a mix of many.
Aaron was classified, mostly by furs who did not know him, as a punk, a renegade, and a reject. Jason's parents had no idea why their son would hang out with such a strangely dressed fur; they figured their son would be hanging around other intelligent students.
Jason and Aaron had been friends since grade school; they watched each other change and grow and were the closest of acquaintances. Jason was like a brother to Aaron, he was the only one who he could trust.
Jason knew about Aaron's troubled past. He could never imagine the things he went through, the heartache he had to endure, the suffering, maybe that is why he wanted to be his friend, to help him forget the past. Jason always had a knack for making people feel like they meant something.
Aaron was orphaned when he was a pup. He never knew his real parents; they never tried to find him. As he grew, he was placed in many different foster homes, seven if he can remember right. The second to last family scarred him permanently. He was only six years old, and he was abused, starved, and sexually molested by the father-figure. He tried running away many times, but was caught and beaten severely. It was not until the police were tipped off by the neighbors and he was taken away from the family.' The last family he was placed in was the one he lived with the longest. They were good to him, they gave him everything a normal set of parents should give a son, but Aaron was always afraid, as if he could never trust them or anyone again.
After high school, Jason went to the University of Tobson for his degree, but Aaron did not attend any higher education, after high school, he got a full time job, moved out of his foster parents house, and lived on his own one day at a time.
Aaron always came to visit Jason at the university, often spending the night just to be with his best friend. Jason loved having is friend over, but he noticed a change in Aaron's personality during the last year of college. Aaron became very quiet, something opposite of his normal talkative self. He seemed on edge a lot, like something was after him.
Jason always asked him if everything was fine, but when Aaron told him it was, he believed it since they had trusted each other for so long.
What Jason did not know was that not everything was all right, Aaron was changing, and Jason had no idea what he could do to help his friend. The biggest problem was why Aaron kept avoiding the situation, not telling his best friend what was going on, this really upset Jason.
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Jason was still looking out of his window, it was a cloudy day in the city, and it matched his mood. He was wishing to see Aaron drive up in his little red Ford Tempo and come over for a visit, to make sure he was all right, but wishing would get him no where.
Jason walked back to the sofa and plopped his small frame onto it, he placed his paw under his chin and sighed as he turned on the television.
The television was not helping. The fox sighed again and lightly spoke the name of his friend, wondering what he was doing right then and there.
Aaron was not at work, he was not at home and he was not really in any physical place. Aaron was sitting in his car, hunched over the steering wheel, his eyes half closed as a tendril of spittle ran down his cheek. He had just shot up another syringe of heroin, and was on a numbing vacation by himself once again.
Jason did not want to believe that his friend was taking drugs; he just figured that Aaron had been working overtime to pay for bills, that was an excuse he heard a lot.
The biggest thing that secretly crushed Jason was when Aaron told him that he was busy with his girlfriend. They had been dating for about a year now, Jason did meet her once, and he hated her. She seemed so fake, so untrustworthy, so...bitchy.
Jason, even though he never withheld a secret from anyone, did have a big one he was not ready to share yet. He was gay, and he loved Aaron. He had always wanted to tell Aaron his true feelings for him, but was afraid to. He did not think that Aaron was gay too, since Aaron did have a girlfriend and had talked about his love of the female form, after all. Jason figured it would be best to wait, and now that Aaron was changing, he figured now was definitely not the time.
Jason's cell phone rang, his heart fluttered when it said the call was from Aaron. He quickly flipped the phone open.
"Hello!? Aaron?" He asked the phone.
"...Yeah...hey man..." Jason frowned, there was that tone again, that slow, groggy tone Aaron had developed recently.
"Aaron...are you all right? What's up?" Jason closed his eyes as he asked this, why did he even bother asking if he was all right, he knew what the answer would be.
"Oh...yeah...just a little sleepy from work...mind if I come over?" Jason shook his head, same answer as usual.
Jason tried to mask his displeasure with a happy voice. "Sure! We can play some video games and have some pizza from Botelli's, I know that is your favorite."
"...Cool, see you in a few." The call ended.
The fox closed his phone and held it to his chest. That was his reply...just...cool? Aaron used to be fun, happy, excitable...why did he change?
Half an hour later, there was a knock at his apartment door. Jason slowly walked to it, hating what he was about to see.
Jason undid the locks, turned the knob, and opened the door. There was Aaron.
The point had come to where Aaron did not look himself anymore. He never colored his hair; his once well defined muscles were starting to lose their shape, his eyes...the once glowing amber orbs were losing their light, his clothes were the only thing that did not change, as he still kept his fashion sense.
"'Sup, bud." That was how he greeted Jason now, no pounce, no hug, no licking.
The video games were no longer fun, games that Aaron once dominated at were ones he was constantly losing to. The dinner was no longer entertaining, Aaron had always made Jason laugh by doing silly things like belching, placing a pepperoni on his nose, or using the food as a puppet, but these never happened anymore, Aaron just...ate.
They just sat there for a while after dinner, Aaron did not talk. Where was the chatty wolf he had been a year ago? Where were the jokes, the laughter, the fun...Jason wanted to just believe that Aaron told the truth about work and life catching up to him...but he knew there was something more to this.
Jason sighed. "Heya Aaron...can I ask you something?"
Aaron groggily looked at the fox. "Yeah?"
Jason gulped. "I...I just noticed that you are really...different...you never have as much fun as you used to."
Aaron faked a smile; his mind looked for an excuse. "Don't worry, bud, I am just fine. It's...Jessica...she is getting on my case because I work so much and am never home."
Jason cringed...Jessica...she could never love Aaron the way Jason wanted to. Jason quickly took his mind off of her, this was a lie, he wanted to truth. Maybe a little closeness would help.
Jason scooted closer to Aaron on the sofa and placed a paw on the wolf's knee. "Aaron, you know that you can tell me anything, you have changed, don't be af..." He was cut off as Aaron stood up.
Aaron's eyes were angry as his brows furrowed. "What? You don't trust me anymore, dude? I told you what is wrong!"
Jason was scared, this was a new behavior for Aaron, anger. Jason choked as he tried to speak. "Aaron! Please don't be angry with me! I just..." He was cut off again.
"What!? You gunna turn your back on me just like the rest of the world? You know what, Jason, you really...are..." Aaron stopped as he saw a tear drip down Jason's face. Aaron caught himself, he realized what he was doing, and felt ashamed.
Aaron kneeled in front of the teary-eyed fox. "Listen, man...I...I'm sorry. I...didn't mean to yell like that, life's stressin' me, you know? Look, I have an idea, how about we go to the arcade on 3rd Street tomorrow? My treat! I'll pick you up around noon, ok?"
Jason stopped his tears, but still felt bad on the inside. Trying to get the truth from Aaron was causing anger now. Something was wrong, something he had no idea of what to do.
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The next day came; unfortunately it was now two in the afternoon and no word from Aaron. Three, four, five...and then at six Jason got a phone call.
"Hey man! Ready to go the arcade?" Jason did not know what to feel, he was disappointed, angry, and sad at the same time.
"Aaron, it is six o'clock, you said noon, I've been waiting for you, and I've left about ten voicemails on your phone, what happened to you?"
Aaron did not have a hint of apology in his voice. "Sorry bout that, maybe next time." Jason wanted to throw his phone across the room. Sorry? Maybe next time? What the fuck was this? He tried to keep his cool, the fox had a plan.
"That's ok...how about I come over to your place then?" Aaron immediately rejected that.
"Uh...no can do, man, it's a mess and Jess is coming over soon and..." Jason cut him off this time.
"If Jess is coming over soon, how come you just wanted to go to the arcade a few seconds ago?" Aaron paused.
"Uhh...shit...I gotta go, sorry man." The call ended.
Jason threw the phone at the armchair across from the sofa, grabbed a nearby pillow, and wept bitterly, soaking the fabric with his tears.
What Jason did not know is that Aaron was doing the same thing. The wolf was sitting in his car, a few blocks from Jason's complex, phone still in paw, arms across the steering wheel with head resting on top, sobbing uncontrollably.
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After high school, Aaron made his choice by not pursuing a higher education. He just wanted to get a job, move out, and live by himself. He did that, and lived alone for a few years until he met Jessica. They dated a few times, but it was actually at a party she brought him to that changed his lifestyle.
He knew Jessica did drugs, so he decided to try some with her. That night, he shot up with heroin for the first time, as she encouraged him, telling him how good it would feel.
It did. Aaron forgot about everything that pained him. His crappy job, his foster parents and his abusive childhood, the fact that no one really loved him for who he was, the fact that people saw him as an outcast, the way the world turned its back on him, it all was gone.
He wanted more; he wanted to feel numb to the world that he felt had turned its back on him. When he shot up, it was like a cloak of comfort closed around him and cut off the pain from his past. There was no reason for him to stop, he had enough money saved up from working after high school and he just had to be careful not to let it get in the way of work and his girlfriend.
It ended up getting in his way. He cut out going to the gym; he figured his body was healthy enough. He stopped buying new video games to play with Jason, he figured Jason had plenty, and Aaron would not need his own collection. His visits with Jason became sparse; the needle became his new friend.
When Jason graduated from the university, things really got bad. This was the point in which he had to lie to Jason, lying to his best friend really did hurt, but the drug made the pain stop. He lost his job, he fell onto his savings. His savings were drying up; he had to sell belongings in order to feed his addiction.
Jessica got sick of him; she did not even blame herself for getting him hooked onto heroin, she being a user herself. Jessica could control her addiction much better than Aaron, and she decided to give up on him, being the selfish jackal she was.
So there was Aaron, for the few months that Jason had been living back in the city he had lied about his job, his girlfriend, and now he could see that he was hurting his friend with his problem.
Maybe it was time...he needed help, but he was afraid to ask for it, he always wanted to do things alone. He did not want to dump his problem onto Jason, he decided he would try stopping by himself.
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Two days passed since the arcade incident. Jason heard no word from Aaron; he did not want to call him because he was afraid that he would end up getting hurt again over the phone. Jason just watched his phone, waiting for a call to come through or a voicemail to be left. Jason could feel his heart ache, he truly wanted to help Aaron, but he knew him too well, he knew that Aaron was a loner when it came to personal things, but this was serious, he needed to find the right moment to step in.
Aaron was at home, pacing nervously. Time seemed to go on forever, every second felt like an hour. He tried watching a movie, he could not concentrate, he tried sleeping and that sure did not work. He got to his weight bench he had in his room, weights that he could once lift with ease felt heavy now. He worked out for a bit, it did take his mind off of how slow time was passing, but it made him angry, angry that he stopped working out months ago, angry that he could not lift as much as he could, angry at that stupid bitch that told him how good heroin was.
Blood was pumping through his body, hot blood, his muscles were sore, he was pissed, he wanted to destroy something, he wanted to hurt someone, he wanted heroin.
There she was, Jessica, she was leaning against the wall, looking right into his bloodshot amber eyes, a wide smile across her jackal maw. He growled loudly, picked up a thirty-pound dumbbell, and launched it at her.
She did not scream, she did not try to move, she did not cry. She was smashed into a thousand pieces as the glass and frame around her shattered and fell to the carpet.
Aaron was on his paws and knees, panting heavily. He looked at what he had done, the picture frame was destroyed, there was a gaping hole in the wall, and he did not feel any better.
There was only one thing that would make him better, one thing to make it all go away, and all he needed to do was dial a number and meet the fur to get it. He got to his phone; he stared at it for a while. His mind was playing with him, he wanted it so bad, but he wanted to stop.
He gave in. Within half an hour, he was sitting in his car, hunched over, the pain from his work out was gone, the hate he felt toward Jessica was gone, and the sadness he felt from hurting Jason was gone. He was just gone, in a different place.
Once again, Jason walked over to the big window in his living room and looked down at the darkened streets. "Aaron...where are you..." he cooed softly. He closed the blinds and put his headphones back on, using the music to drown out his thoughts.
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Aaron woke to find himself in his bed. He did not remember driving, getting home, or going to sleep, but he was there. He looked around, his clock said it was nine forty, and the hole in the wall reminded him of what he did. Everything else was a blur, until he realized what he did. He had given in again, given in to the substance he was dependant on.
Now was the point in which he realized he could not do it alone, he needed help, even though he was reluctant to ask for it. He got out of bed and got dressed, his clothes stank, and he had not been to a Laundromat in weeks. He hadn't bathed in a few days either; his hair was all matted and messy. He just didn't care anymore.
His kitchen was bare, there wasn't much for food. He had a box of cereal left, but no milk, so he had to use tap water. It tasted like shit. After a few bites, he couldn't eat any more. He got angry. He slapped the cereal bowl off of the table, the porcelain and watered down puffs shattering and spreading on the linoleum tile.
What was this that he had become? Aaron placed his arms on the table and set his head on them, and began to sob bitter tears. No one was there for him, Jessica was gone, no one from work bothered to hang out with him anymore, they used to even after he was fired, his foster parents had moved out west, leaving him all alone in the city.
There was only one person he could confide in, but he was afraid to talk to him, he was afraid of hurting him again, the last thing he wanted to do was lose him. All he could do was think about Jason, why was he so afraid to tell him his problem? Why was he hiding these secrets from him? He just did not know how to think anymore, all he could feel was a hole in his heart and no one was around to fill it, only the needle.
His sadness turned to anger again, his fists balled up and slammed down on the kitchen table, making his glass of water tip over and saturate the surface. He stood up, the chair he was sitting in tipped backwards and fell over. He wanted to get numb again, he wanted heroin and he wanted the hate and pain to go away.
He went to the door, and stopped. He just stood there, frozen.
"NO!" He yelled, he turned around and kicked a floor lamp, it snapped in half and the shade crashed to the floor and crumpled. His anger was in control now. He grabbed the bottom half of the floor lamp, raised it into the air, and brought it down onto a glass side table, smashing the pane into a thousand shards. He dropped the lamp base, blood started to trickle from his paw, he had quite a few cuts.
Blood drops slowly dotted the carpet, but he made no attempt to cover his wound. He watched his blood flow, he watched it coat his fur and drip away. Maybe it would be better if he just bled away; he figured the world would not miss him. He walked to his bedroom, and instinctively went to the closet and reached for the top shelf. There it was his ticket to death, a pistol.
He took the gun into the living room, plopped himself in his favorite chair, and held it to his temple. His emotions started to shift again. What was he doing? Did it really have to come to this? He had already come this far...might as well finish it.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he heard something. It was his phone; he could hear it in the bedroom. Was someone really calling for him? Maybe he should check and see who it was before he ended himself. He set the gun on the coffee table and rushed to his room, grabbing a kitchen towel to wrap his paw with as he passed through.
With his free paw, he picked up the phone. He felt a new emotion, comfort. It was Jason.
"Hello?" He asked the phone.
"Aaron...it's me." Was what he heard.
"I know it's you, bud, but what are you calling for?"
"I just wanted to see if you were ok, and how work is going, and how Jess is doing." Aaron wanted to cry again. Maybe there was someone out there that really did care for him. His suicidal thoughts dissipated immediately. It was time. Time to tell Jason what was going on.
"Jason...I...I need to talk to you, in person...is that cool?" Jason's heart fluttered, maybe this was the time he was waiting for, no more secrets.
"Yes! Please! Come over to my house, have you eaten yet?" Aaron smiled.
"Naw, I'm starvin'! I don't have shit for food at my den." Jason smiled back.
"Well then, I'll start cooking up some breakfast!" Aaron felt happy again.
"Sounds great, bud, I can't wait to have some real food!" Jason's tail started wagging; this was the real Aaron he was talking to, not the groggy wolf he had seen as of late.
"Good! I'll be waiting for you, see yah soon!" Aaron's tail began to wag as well, he had forgotten all about his paw, his anger, his hate, all he felt now was...comfort, and it was not numb this time, he could actually feel.
Aaron quickly stripped off his blood-stained clothes and got into the shower, the warm water and soap stung his wound, now was the point he was regretting his violence. As he was cleaning, he felt...something...he felt different...he could feel himself getting aroused. Was it because he was thinking about Jason? It didn't make sense to him, he had never felt these feelings before, but it still did feel comfortable. He wanted to relieve his arousal, but he knew he had to get going, Jason was waiting for him.
He got out of the shower and looked at his dripping wet body. He finally noticed how he had let himself go, his legs and arms lost there definition, his chest and abs were starting to shrink, he remembered how difficult it was for him to lift weights he could have lifted much simpler in the past.
His cock was standing stiff in attention, it was sensitive to the touch, he wanted to paw off badly, but he had to go, he did not want to keep the one person who still cared about him waiting. He remembered who it was that made his cock hard, it was Jason. He originally wasn't thinking about the fox in a sexual way, but the image entered his mind...and it felt good. Maybe this was how he really was, maybe it was supposed to be like this between the two, and at this moment, it felt right.
Aaron quickly threw on the cleanest clothes he could find, and was out of his apartment in seconds. He forgot all about the mess he had made, the broken furniture, the cereal bowl, the blood stains, the gun on the coffee table, he did not care about those right now.
Jason was busy doing something he loved, cooking. He had whipped up a perfect breakfast in no time flat, bacon, eggs, sausage, French toast, pancakes, hash browns, all things that he new Aaron loved. He was excited; the real Aaron would be there soon.
A few minuets after the cooking was done, there was a knock at the door. A wave of relief came over Jason; he didn't get left behind this time like he did a few days ago. He raced to the door, hastily undid the locks, and ripped the door wide open.
There was the wolf he had wanted to see for so long. It was really him this time. His fur was still damp, but Jason could smell that he was clean; the fresh smell of fur shampoo and body spray filled his muzzle as he inhaled deeply. He saw Aaron's eyes, they were full of life.
Aaron did not say a word; he just walked through the entrance, stood inches from Jason, wrapped his arms around his friend, and gave him a strong embrace. Aaron added to the hug by picking up his smaller friend and squeezing him, making him groan a bit. Jason giggled through the tight embrace, but Aaron added something special this time.
Aaron licked the side of Jason's face, something he had not done in a long time. Playful licks were always cute, but this time it was a slow lick, very wet too, Jason loved it, he murred ever so slightly.
Aaron set him back down on his foot paws and inhaled the air deeply.
"Damn, it smells good in here! I am so hungry, buddy." Aaron looked towards the kitchen.
Jason playfully punched Aaron's arm, "Thinking with your stomach again, eh, wolfie?"
Jason then noticed Aarons paw; it was wrapped up in bandaging.
"Aaron, what happened to your paw? Did you get hurt at work?"
Aaron looked at his own and frowned, knowing the truth. "No...I...don't worry about it, I'll tell you later, now let's eat!
The breakfast that Jason cooked was one of the best meals that Aaron had eaten in a long time; the wolf hungrily devoured every scrap of food on his plate. After eating, he released a loud belch, something Jason had not heard in a long time, something he had actually missed.
After breakfast, they were both sitting on the couch in Jason's living room, playing video games. This time, Aaron was really playing, because he was winning most of the time, just has he had usually done. Jason felt contented again, he thought his friend was back to normal, or at least he had hoped.
After the gaming, he noticed Aaron start to get restless, as if he was waiting for something. Aaron would twitch nervously every so often; it was like his mind could not focus. It was time for some hard-hitting truth.
"Aaron...are you ok? You are acting fidgety again." Jason asked the wolf.
Aaron sighed deeply; it was time to spill his guts. "No, Jason, I am not ok, I have not been ok for a long time."
Jason looked down. "Yeah, I could see that happening, you changed..."
Aaron nodded his head. "I know, buddy, I know...I've...been doing drugs for the past few months...I...I can't believe I let them get control of me like that."
Jason looked up at him. "I figured it was something like that...what have you been doing? It really messed you up."
Aaron started to fidget a bit on the sofa. "It was heroin...I tried some at a party with Jessica, I...figured it would not hurt to try...but now I see that it really did. I just kept doing it, I thought it would be cool, doing it every so often, but it turned into habit, and I needed it. It just made me feel..."
Jason interrupted him, "Numb?"
Aaron's mind raced, that was the exact answer, he agreed with the fox. "Yeah...that is how I felt...numb to the world...numb to everything that hated me, but I realized that...I've been numb to you as well."
Jason felt some comfort, Aaron was finally admitting what he had done, the wolf continued.
"I've been hiding things from you, I'm ashamed to admit...I lost my job months ago...I've been spending my savings to pay my bills and by more drugs. Jessica left me not long after; she got tired of me being high all the time. I stopped working out, I stopped playing video games, I just stopped caring about the world and I just wanted to feel the numbness that I had come to love."
Jason was shocked, and hurt by what he just said. The things he had said about his job and Jessica getting him down were more lies too. He did not know what to do, he wanted to cry, he wanted to yell at Aaron for doing something so dumb, he tried to keep cool.
"Aaron...why were you hiding these things from me? Why didn't you tell me about this, why did you lie to me about everything! You don't need to hide these things from..."
Aaron stood up. He was changing again; his body was starting to betray him. He had gone too long without another hit; withdrawal was starting to control his emotions.
"What was I supposed to do! I am so ashamed of this monster I have become, how could I ask you for help, I did not want you to end up like my job and Jessica...gone forever!"
Jason's ears lowered and his head tilted down. "Aaron! Please! Calm down! I am never going to leave you behind in the world! I am here for you! Why can't you see that! Aaron! You are the only one I trust, I..."
Aaron could feel his heart pound, he tried to control it. He sat back down on the sofa, trying to control his now raging anger. "FUCK!" was the only thing he could scream as he tried not to kick Jason's coffee table.
Jason was getting scared now, he didn't want to think of what Aaron could do to him, would he really lose his temper and strike him? He tried to get close again.
Jason put his paw on Aaron's knee. Aaron felt the warmth, his anger subsided a bit, it was becoming sadness. "Dude...you will never know all the shit I have been through, all of the memories I still have, you could never understand me! You see these bandages? I got mad at myself and fucked up my house, I got my gun out of the closet and was about to plant one in my brain, to end it all, to make this shit stop."
Jason was terrified, it was now at the point in which Aaron was having suicidal tendencies, this had gone on far enough.
The fox scooted closer to the wolf; the moment he had been waiting for was getting near. Jason moved his paw from Aaron's knee to his shoulder; he gently rubbed the wolf's back.
"Aaron...if you were to ever kill yourself...I could not live on knowing that you ended your life like that. Aaron...you mean so much to me. I will never know what it is like to grow up the way you have, to be treated the same way you have been, to live the same way you did, but I want you to know this! I am always going to be here for you, you can count on that! Do you know why, Aaron?"
Aaron's eyes slowly rose, they met the fox's calming lapis lazuli orbs, his sadness and anger was fading as his looked into the eyes of his true friend. He started to feel warm again, comfortable.
"Why? Why do you care so much?" The wolf slowly asked the fox.
The moment was now, Jason was going to do what he had wanted to for the longest time now and all he could do now was hope that it was the right thing.
"Because I love you, Aaron!" Jason closed his eyes, lunged forward, and planted his lips right onto the wolf's.
It felt like time had stopped, because nothing happened. Seconds ticked by, Aaron did not move. Jason was anticipating the next movement; he feared he friend would strike him. Their lips stayed together, Jason slowly opened his eyes. Aaron's eyes were closed too, but he saw something that made him realize that everything was fine now.
A single tear beaded in the corner of Aaron's left eye, and rolled down his cheek. Jason felt Aaron pull back, separating their lips after a kiss that lasted almost a minuet.
Aaron's mind was cluttered with many feelings right now as his mind tried to sort itself. His anger, his sadness, his resentment, he could feel them drain away. All he was left with was comfort, warmth, happiness.
The two canines said nothing; they just looked at each other. Aaron broke down, more tears started running down his face as he began to sob uncontrollably. He lunged at Jason, and pinned him to the sofa in a tight embrace, crying into him as if he were a giant pillow. Jason just let him, he tried to maneuver his own arms so that they could embrace the sobbing wolf, but they were pinned under Aarons much larger arms. Jason joined him in the sobbing, both of the crying to each other, for each other.
They lay on the sofa for an hour, just holding each other, not saying a word. It was not until Aaron stopped crying was he able to talk. He sat back up and let the smaller fox out of his embrace.
"Jason...you...love me? How could you love me after all I have done..." Jason stopped him.
"Aaron, I have loved you for the longest time, I...I have just been afraid to tell you my true feelings. I guess you could say I have been keeping this a secret too."
Aaron smiled and lightly stroked the side of Jason's face. "Jason, from this moment, there will be no more secrets between us." Aaron shuffled on the sofa and moved his face closer to the fox's.
"Because I love you too," Aaron kissed Jason this time, and it was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. Heroin could not compare to the love he was feeling right now.
Aaron pulled back again. "I have another secret to tell you, Jason."
Jason was confused, he hoped for the best. "What's that?"
Aaron leaned close to Jason's perked up ear, and whispered. "I never did have sex with Jessica, in fact, I am still a virgin."
Jason's eyes opened wide. He was a virgin, after all the sexual things he had talked about? After dating her for how long? Wait, this was a great thing! He would be able to experience his first time with not only the one he had loved for so long, but someone who would also be having their first time.
Jason's thoughts were interrupted when Aaron licked his ear and started to lightly nibble on it, making the fox murr in delight. Aaron could feel himself becoming aroused again, as he did when he was thinking of Jason when he showered that morning. Jason was feeling the same, both of their cocks awakening from their slumbers, ready to be used.
Aaron pinned Jason to the sofa again, this time their muzzles were locked in a deep kiss. Aarons tongue pushed its way into Jason's maw, and the fox let the invader in. Their tongues danced, wrapping around each other and touching the walls and teeth of the maw's they were exploring. Jason's tongue felt around Aaron's tongue piercing, the silver ball was warm to the touch from the interior heat of Aaron's maw.
Aaron pulled back; a strand of saliva connected the two tongues as his head moved away. Aaron stuck his nose onto Jason's neck and started to smell his fur. Jason did the same, sniffing the grey wolf and inhaling his scent. Aaron followed up on the smelling by some hard licking, licking the small fox all around his neck and left cheek, Jason murred as his fur was matted by lupine saliva.
Aaron had never felt so good, no drug could compare to the sensations he was feeling. His cock was now fully hard, pressing hard against his pants and making it uncomfortable, it wanted freedom. Aaron started to slowly move his paws into Jason's t-shirt, rubbing his flat belly and his soft, fluffy fur. The shirt bunched up as his paws moved, and when he reached the armpits, he gave it a tug, motioning Jason to sit up and let it be removed. The fox did so, and the shirt came off, his big ears flopping back down after the collar came over his head.
Aarons own paws when to the bottom of his camo-colored shirt, but his paws were stopped by Jason's delicate pads. The fox looked up at him, and with those adorable blue eyes, he said, "May I?"
Aaron smiled and put his arms up and his paws on the back of his head, making his degraded, yet still muscular, arms flex for the fox. Jason sat up a bit, he was pinned down because Aaron was sitting on top of him, but that did not stop him. Jason put his paws under the shirt and rubbed Aaron's once-rock-hard abdomen. He still did have a six pack, but each ab was not as defined as it had been and they were starting to sink back into the stomach. Jason reached further up and over the pectorals, they were in a similar condition. A sly little fox smile cam across his face as he looked into the wolf's eyes, he put his paw-thumb and forefinger onto each nipple and gave them a little pinch-twist. Aaron's head tilted back and moaned, it felt so good.
Jason started to remove the shirt, and Aaron put his arms back down and helped him take it off, tossing it slovenly on the floor. Jason put his paws back on the abdomen of the disheveled wolf.
"Look at my poor wuffie, your muscles are disappearing." Aaron reached to Jason's face and lightly stroked his cheek.
"Don't worry, foxie, I'll bring them back."
Jason moved his head closer to Aaron's midriff. "Let me make them feel better." With that, he started to lick up and down Aaron's abdomen, gliding his tongue over ever receding valley and peak. The fox moved forward, tilted his head up and gave Aaron's nipples a loving suckle, giving each one the attention they deserved.
Aaron was moaning loudly, his fox sure knew how to please him. The wolf could feel his cock throbbing, pre was starting to leak out and make a noticeable spot on his shorts.
Jason looked down at Aaron's crotch; he could see the outline of the stiff member and the wet spot where the head was resting inside of the tight pants. Jason smiled wide and looked into the wolf's hungry eyes.
"Well, it looks like someone is excited...May I see what my wuffie is packing?" Aaron's tongue peeked out of his maw and his showed his off-white fangs.
"Since you asked so nicely, I guess I'll let you take a peek." Aaron licked his lips as a pair of vulpine paws reached for his waist.
Jason delicately undid the button and pulled the zipper down, and giggled a bit.
"Aaron, going commando again, I see." The wolf smiled and chuckled a bit.
"What can I say, foxie, it's comfy." Jason's smile did not fade as he reached around Aaron's waist and pulled his long, fluffy tail out of the tail-hole in the pants.
The fox's paws came back around and reached into the now-loosened shorts and groped for the prize. Jason had always wondered how big his wolf buddy's cock was; sure, he had seen him naked before, but not hard.
He felt the girthy pole in his paws and pulled it out of the pants to get a clear look at it. It was...beautiful, to him at least. Aaron's cock was a good nine inches long and thick with veins popping out of the jet-black pole of flesh. As the cock was standing out in front of him, he got a good whiff of Aaron's musk, his scent was captivating, it made his mouth water as he licked his lips.
He put his paws at the base near the sheath and moved his nimble paws forward, giving it a good stroke until his paws came to the pointed tip, a big glob of pre dribbled out onto the fox's belly. Aaron let out a deep moan of pleasure as his cock was stroked by the soft pads.
Jason took a paw off of the cock and scooped up the pre with a claw, brought it to his muzzle, and hungrily sucked his paw-finger clean, murring happily as he did so.
"Oh wuffie, you are delicious, I want some more of that."
Aaron smiled as another drop of pre started to ooze from his cock. "Sure thing, foxy boy, but I wanna get nekkid first."
The wolf got up from the sofa and took his pants off and tossed them carelessly behind him, Jason followed suit and removed his pants and underwear. Jason lay there naked on the sofa; his slim body looked so inviting, so cuddly, and so cute. Jason's cock was not as impressive as Aarons; it was about five inches long, average girth, and a nice shade of pink.
Aaron moved back to the sofa but before hopping back on top of Jason, he gently stroked the fox's soft fur, starting at this chin and tenderly gliding down his midriff and ending at the cock, which he gave a light tug, making the fox yip and jump.
Aaron climbed onto the sofa, straddling the small fox's torso with his cock right in front of Jason's hungry maw. Jason wasted no time; his wet tongue jumped out of his mouth and began to lap the fat, pointed tip. Aaron threw his head back and murred as his cock was treated like a wolf flavored popsicle.
Jason knew the cock was too big for him to take into his mouth; he had bad gag reflexes, so a deep-throating was out of the question. He made up for this by putting one paw at the base of the cock, pumping it gently, and the other two the balls, fondling them with care. Jason stopped this licking and took the cock head into his muzzle, slowly sucking on it and savoring the flavor of the pre that oozed out.
Aaron moaned loudly, this was one of the greatest feelings he had ever felt. His withdrawal and desire for the needle were completely gone. He looked down at his fox; he had actually become a little curious.
"Ugh...Jason...how did you get so...mmm...good at this? UMFF...You are like a...f...fucking pro, bud!" Jason let the cock slide from his maw, a strand of saliva mixed with pre still connecting to the jet-black pointed cock head.
"Mmm...I guess you could say from porn, I've been a lonely fox, until now, you know."
Aaron smiled. "You don't have to be lonely anymore, hey, before you keep going, let's change positions quick, I want to taste something too."
Aaron lifted himself and scooted back, giving Jason's cock a playful rub as he moved past it and reclined on the other side of the sofa.
"Get on top of me; I believe you are familiar with the sixty-nine' position." Jason giggled, Aaron always had talked about that position and it was a shock he had never actually done it before.
Jason crawled over to the wolf and spun around on the sofa, backing his cute orange rump into the wolf's face, his tail wagging and brushing against the bigger canine. Jason went back to working the lupine the cock in the same manner, tracing the veins on the meat pole with his tongue before sucking again, but he jumped when he felt what Aaron was starting to do.
The wolf had his wet, cold nose buried deep under the fox's tail, inhaling his scent. He pushed his nose harder into the tail hole, spittle started to drip from his maw as he took in the fox's musk. Aaron used his tongue next, and gave the fox's backside a rough lick, making him release a muffled yip, since the wolf's cock was still in his mouth. Aaron licked over and over, sticking his tongue into the tight pucker and licking all over the inside of the fox's firm orifice.
He pulled his head back; his saliva had coated the pink pucker, matting the fur around it and dribbling down onto the vulpine ball sac. He saw the fox's furry little sac, and decided it needed some attention. He gave the set a lick, his paw moved up and grabbed Jason's cock and started to gently stroke it from behind.
Jason released Aaron's cock and moaned loudly, his body shuddered from the escalating pleasure he was experiencing. Aaron gave one last lick, starting from the vulpine cock, across the testicles, up the fuzzy taint, and ending right at the pink pucker, where he once again stuck his tongue and rolled it around.
Aaron pulled his tongue out and sat up a bit; he then wrapped his arms around his foxy friend and pulled him close to his body. Jason let go of the thick cock and leaned into Aaron, nuzzling him.
"Buddy, are you ready for me to give you a good fucking?" Aaron licked Jason's cheek.
"Yeah...I want it...I want you inside of me...but...I don't have any...you know...lubrication." Aaron sighed a bit, but then remembered something he saw on the end table next to the sofa. He looked back, and there it was, a bottle of paw lotion. He reached back, grabbed it, and showed it to Jason, a big smile came to his maw as he raised an eyebrow.
Jason giggled a bit. "Great, now your cock is going to smell like lavender and jasmine."
Aaron laughed and squeezed the fox tight, "Well, it already does smell like fox spit. Turn around, buddy; I want to be facing you when we fuck."
Jason chuckled to himself and spun around on the wolf's body, he was now sitting on Aaron's thighs, the lupine cock standing stiff in front of him.
Aaron opened the bottle of paw cream and squirted a good helping into his paw; he then reached to his member and covered the jet-black phallus in a creamy purple coat. Jason frowned on the inside, the lavender and jasmine covered up Aaron's musk.
Aaron smiled and beckoned Jason closer with a single paw-finger. The fox smiled and scooted over the wolf's crotch, the slick cock head was now poking at his tight pucker hole.
Slowly, Jason sat down on the fat, pointed head; he knew there would not be too much pain for him because he had a dildo he had been using that he, obviously, told no one about. He was so embarrassed when he bought it, but he wanted it, he got the canine-shaped model with matching knot.
Slowly, the slick cock slid into his hole, inch by inch, until he was seated balls-deep on top of Aaron. Aaron could barely move, this was the first time his cock at entered anything, and it felt like he could explode at any moment. The warmth of Jason's body, the pressure the tight hole was exerting on his meat, it felt like pure ecstasy.
Jason could see the look in Aaron's eyes; they were almost rolling into the back of the wolf's head. This was his turn to surprise his wolf. He slowly began to grind on the fat cock, slightly moving his hips in a circular motion. With the grinding, he added just a hint of a rocking motion, making the last inch of the cock slide in and out of his hole.
Aaron's whole body began to shudder, the sensation he was feeling was beyond that of heroin, beyond that of any drug, it made him feel alive. He started to drool, drops of saliva rolling down his cheek and dripping onto the plush sofa. His paws groped around, one grabbed the cushion of the sofa and squeezed hard, his claws digging into the material. The other was grabbed by Jason, both paws firmly clenched together.
When he realized that Jason grabbed his other paw, his senses came back, he looked up and smiled at the fox. His cock was throbbing; his knot was already beginning to form. He started to gently hump the fox's ass, pumping his pelvis back and forth while he was being ridden.
The humping only added to the pleasure that Jason was feeling, the wolf's girth and length were amazing, filling him completely and massaging his prostate internally, his free paw moved to his own pink cock and started to pump it up and down.
Jason called out in pleasure, "Oh, Aaron! Ughm...You feel so g...good inside of me...ughhh...go ahead and t...tie us when you are ready...mmmm."
Aaron gave the fox's hole a couple more pumps, and with one last thrust, he impaled his now fully formed knot into the tight vulpine ass, making the wolf yell out the wolf's name in pleasure
They were now together as one, unable to separate. Jason started to grind faster on the wolf's cock, making him howl and scream out in delight as his own fox knot formed. He started stroking himself faster and grinding harder, he could feel Aaron's body shudder and shake, the time was soon.
"OH GOD....UGHhh...Jason....SHIT...I'm gonna....ugghh c...cu...FUCK!!!"
Before the wolf could finish his sentence, his cock throbbed madly deep inside of the fox, coating the internal cavity of the small vulpine with his wolf seed. Jason felt the warmth inside of him, the pressure of the now-spent cock, and the pleasure of his own stroking.
"Oh Aaron...here it comes...here it...ughh! Ahhhh..."
Jasons pink cock erupted in a gooey fountain of spooge, and there was a lot of it for such a small package. Cum erupted all over Aaron's abdomen, chest, and muzzle, coating his dark grey fur in a white glisten.
Both of the canines were spent, their orgasms were over, and all they could feel now was comfort, warmth, and lethargy from the energy they just used. Aaron's once tense body relaxed as Jason fell on top of him, their furry bodies coming together, both were panting heavily. Their right paws were still entwined with each other as Jason rested his head on Aaron's right shoulder. The air was lingering with so many new smells, Jason's cum, Aaron's musk, and the aromatic paw lotion-turned-lube.
Aaron took his left paw from the grip of the sofa and wiped Jason's cum from the left side of his muzzle and then licked it off of his paw, savoring every drop. Jason helped by licking his own seed off of the other side of Aaron's face. Aaron never would have imagined cum tasting so good, he had never tried his own, but it was rather enjoyable.
After the orgasm and the indescribable amount of pleasure he just had, Aaron still felt comfortable, he felt loved, he felt alive. Heroin was now completely shut out of his mind.
Aaron wrapped his arms around his fox, savoring the afterglow of sex as his knot was still keeping the two of them tied together. The wolf began to speak.
"Jason...thanks for saving me, if you did not call me today, I would probably be dead."
Jason nuzzled Aaron's cheek. "Aaron, I would do anything for you, all I want is for you to be happy, not numb. I...I want to be with you forever, please don't leave my side, Aaron...I love you."
Aaron snuggled tightly with his fox. "I promise I will be with you forever, I want to feel you there every day, I want to be alive with you, and I love you more than anything in this world."
The two canines lay there with each other until sleep finally got a hold of them and they drifted off, comforted by one another's warmth and love.
*******
The next day, Jason helped Aaron move into his apartment.
Jason saw the condition Aaron had left his house in before he came over the other day, he saw the gun on the coffee table, and he realized how glad he was that he decided to make the call right at that time. His mind raced...what if he had to work that day...what if he did not wake as early as he did...the love of his life would be sitting in the chair he was looking at, dead, no one would have found his body for days. He imagined the corpse of his wolf, and began to weep. He quickly dropped the blankets he was carrying and ran to the bedroom Aaron was in, and he tackled the wolf, both of them falling onto the bare mattress of his bed.
Aaron was puzzled. "Why are you crying, love?"
Jason looked up to his mate, a tear in his eye. "Because you are alive and here with me, I realized how fortunate I am to have you here right now."
Aaron pondered what he meant, then it hit him...the gun in the living room. Aaron smiled and wiped a tear from his fox's face. "I really am grateful that you came into my life, sweetheart, you were the first to love me, and I am going to be with you for the rest of my life."
Aaron never did have desires for the needle again. Whenever he felt shaky, or restless, he just cuddled with his fox and felt his warmth flow through him. Heroin was gone, and Jason was Aaron's new drug.
He was addicted to Jason's love.
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The End
Well, I hope you all liked this short story I whipped up.
Please, please, please tell me your thoughts about it, I love to hear feedback, good or bad, I need to know if I did something wrong so I can improve it!
Also, I know what you are thinking....Aaron...heroin addict...unprotected sex...AIDS...Well, in my furry world there is no AIDS, however, there are other STDs like gonorrhea, ughhh!
Anyway, thanks again for reading, don't let yourself get like Aaron, don't do drugs and stay in school, kiddies!
Take care, peace out! ^_^