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You Are My Moon

Chapter 1: Underwater (You and Me)

(Required warning and associated legal stuff: this story contains explicit sexual acts between two high-school age male furs. If you are under 18 or 21 or whatever the legal age is in your general area, DO NOT READ ON! Otherwise, you will remain a virgin. FOREVER. Also, if you don't like this kind of stuff, then use the magical back button up there. *points upward*)

"I bet you 20 pounds, if you knew/10 years ago how pretty you'd turn out..." Brett was jerked out of his sleep by the opening lines of his favorite song, "The International Tweexcore Underground" by Los Campesinos. Normally, he'd be very happy to hear the lyrics, but not at 6:50 AM. He groaned as he remembered that this was his first day of sophomore year in high school. All those summer days spent by the pool with his friends were long-gone now, and he had nothing to look forward to except for excruciating boredom. He rolled over, turned the music off, and dragged himself into the bathroom.

As he turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up, he stared at himself in the mirror, lost in thought. Brett was a fairly average-looking wolf, at least to him; however, he was a little shorter than most of his classmates, at 5'6". His eyes were a very green-tinted hazel that he was always complemented for, and his fur was a dark grey. He smiled at himself in the mirror; it was crooked, as always, and it seemed very false to him this morning. He groaned as he stretched and pulled his clothes off. Brett had never considered himself particularly athletic or muscular, but he had a decent enough body that he had been complimented on once or twice. He was, however, rather proud of his... manly bits. He knew enough about male anatomy to know that he was fairly large for someone his age; he'd seen the other furs in the locker room. Brett had also noticed a couple of stares there, which amused him; he was gay, but he had enough self-control and intelligence not to gawk at the other male furs in the school.

After his morning routine, he headed over to his friend's house. Kyle, also a wolf, had been Brett's best friend since they were little, and they told each other everything, including their sexuality. Kyle was also gay, and while they fooled around sometimes, they agreed that it would be best not to go into any sort of relationship, lest it ruin their existing friendship. As his friend bounded down the stairs into a rough hug, Brett couldn't help but smile at the overenthusiastic wolf whose arms were currently locked around him. Kyle was slightly taller than Brett, with lighter fur, but his eyes were almost the same color and he had a similar (though slightly pudgier) physique. Finally, they made their way off to their school, playfully joking with each other and catching up on the latest gossip.

"So, didja hear that there's a new kid coming to school?" Kyle asked as their destination came into sight.

"Nope. What's he supposed to be like?"

"I heard that he's a white tiger. Around 6 feet, apparently... grey eyes. Sounds cute," Kyle giggled.

"Come on, Kyle. Stop fawning over somebody you haven't even met," Brett smiled as he rolled his eyes. Kyle smiled back and took the dig nonchalantly; he developed crushes on people all the time, and they both knew that he would like somebody different next week. The conversation continued like this as they headed past the "Fur County High" sign and through the front door of the school.

Kyle and Brett strolled into the auditorium for the annual "It's-a-new-year" speech by their well-liked dragon principal, Mr. Withers. Scanning the audience of a hundred or so students, they spotted their friend, Kadie, waving them over. Kadie was a small cheetah whose real name was Kadine, but everyone called her Kadie because it was much easier to remember.

"Hey boys!" she yelled over the noise of the rapidly swelling crowd.

"Hey, hon! What's the news, my pretty little cheetah?" Kyle said as they sat down next to her.

"Hate to break it to you, but you're smaller than I am, babe," she said as she playfully punched Kyle in the arm.

"Ouch!" he responded, pulling an exaggerated sad face. Kadie giggled, and they continued flirting as Brett smiled on the side.

"Hey, could everyone settle down, please?" came Mr. Withers' voice from the podium. The audience quickly quieted down.

"Thank you. Now, as we all know, this is a new year. It is a new start for everyone, whether they are good or bad. We had a great year last year, but I'm sure that this one will be even better. Now go and make this the best year you've had yet!" The dragon slammed his fist down on the podium at this last point, and the students erupted into applause. Mr. Withers smiled, and as the students calmed down again, he spoke up: "Now, I'm about to give you your homerooms, so pay attention. If your last name begins with an A, B, C, D, or E, go to Ms. Beirn, room 212. If your last name begins with an F, G, H, I, or J, go to Mr. Navie, room 309. If your last name..." Brett, Kyle, and Kadie bid goodbye to each other as they went their separate ways, each heading off to their respective homeroom classes and teachers. Brett headed to Mr. Navie's classroom, on the top floor of the school building.

Mr. Navie was a generally well-liked teacher. He was a sea otter, and a handsome one at that; he had deep brown fur that was always immaculately groomed, and his eyes were the color of the tropical ocean. The slim, short otter smiled as he saw Brett walk into the room. "Ah, Brett! How was your summer?"

"Good. I never left the pool," Brett replied courteously. Mr. Navie loved to make small talk with the students, which gave him a casual, easygoing vibe that the students enjoyed. After chatting with the teacher for a while, Brett sat down at his customary seat in the middle of the room. As he did so, he had the distinct impression that he was being watched. "Eh, it's probably nothing... it'll go away," he told himself. But the feeling just grew stronger, and finally he turned around in the direction of his possible stalker, but he didn't see anybody looking at him. "Weird..." he thought as he turned back around.

Mr. Navie began to call the roll. Midway through, Brett heard an unfamiliar name and a voice to match it coming from behind him. He turned around to see an unfamiliar student. He was a tall, muscular white tiger with black stripes (though they faded to deep crimson in the middle) and gorgeous grey eyes. Brett realized that this was the stranger Kyle had talked about earlier; according to the roll, his name was Darren Jacobs. Brett instantly fell in love with the tiger, and he knew that he would have to meet him.

Aside from the eye candy in the morning, Brett's day was rather uneventful. His classes were generally boring, although whenever Darren was in his class he could swear that he felt like he was being watched again. The feeling made him uncomfortable, but it never lasted too long, so he didn't worry about it.

***

Darren yawned as he dragged himself out of his bed and turned his blaring alarm off. "Ok... new day, new school, gotta make it good," he thought as he picked out his clothes. His last school hadn't been very accepting of gays, and so when word got out that he was, some furs began to harass him. The school refused to intervene, so the situation eventually turned violent and put Darren in the hospital. His parents, fed up by the school's lack of action, decided to move to a new place and give Darren a new start in a friendlier environment. Fur County was a much more accepting area, so Darren wasn't too worried about running into the same problem here as he had before. Still, he was nervous. "What if I don't make any friends? What if people end up not accepting me? What if nobody wants to talk to me? What if..." he shook these thoughts out of his mind, instead focusing on the positive aspects.

Once he got to school, he was struck by the size of the campus. "Dear lord... how am I going to find my way around?" Fortunately, the front office provided a map, and after the morning assembly, he was able to make it to his homeroom class without any trouble. It was there that he saw the wolf walk in. He couldn't help but stare. "He's really, really cute! His eyes are gorgeous..." he thought as he watched the smaller fur walk to his seat and sit down, giving him a glimpse of his nice little butt. "Oooh, how cute!" He thought. He saw the wolf begin to turn a little and quickly refocused his eyes on the board up front. But as soon as he saw the wolf turn back, he let his eyes wander back over, brushing over his grey fur and lithe frame. Darren heard his name called, distantly, and snapped his attention back to the front of the room as he saw the wolf, whose name was Brett Hadley, turn back around to look at him. "He probably isn't gay..." Darren thought sadly. He kept his face passive as he looked towards the front of the room, eyeing the wolf out of his periphery, hoping that they would get to meet.

As it had for Brett, the rest of Darren's day passed by uneventfully. He had a grand total off 4 classes out of seven with Brett, a ratio that Darren rather enjoyed. He could tune out the teachers, who were always saying things that Darren already knew, and just let himself fantasize about Brett. Fortunately, he never stared too long, lest somebody suspect anything.

***

The first two weeks of school passed by uneventfully. Brett and Darren, each having a mad crush on the other, were both too shy to make a move, so nothing really happened. One day, however, things changed...

"Hey, Brett! You going to the swim meet tonight?" Kyle asked his friend as he caught up with him after school.

"Eh... maybe. I don't know," Brett responded. Kyle giggled.

"What?" Brett asked, slightly annoyed.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that Darren's on the swim team, you know," Kyle smirked.

"Well... so?" Brett asked, glad that his darker fur hid the blush he could feel in his cheeks.

"Well, can't you just imagine that hot tiger muscle... rippling through the water... in nothing but a Speedo..."

"Oh, shut up," Brett said, hitting Kyle in the arm.

"Ouch! Stop hitting me there, Kadie's done that so many times, I have a permanent bruise!" he complained.

Brett smirked. "That's whatcha get, boy!" Kyle pulled his exaggerated sad face, and Brett smiled again.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. So, are you gonna pick me up, or am I gonna pick you up?" Brett asked.

"What are you talking about?" Kyle responded, easily confused as always.

"The swim meet!"

"So you're going?"

"Yep. You convinced me," Brett said.

"Hm... I guess I'll get you," Kyle said.

"Sounds good," Brett said, and visions of Darren in a Speedo danced through his head all the way home.

***

Darren probably would have been elated, if his heart wasn't beating out a drum-roll. He could see Brett in the stands, looking over at him. He was smiling nervously and biting his bottom lip, which Darren thought was adorable. "Smile back, you idiot. Smile!" his brain told him. And so he did smile back, the corners of his mouth turning upwards hesitantly. Brett got a surprised look on his face, and Darren's white fur couldn't hide the red that was flushing his cheeks.

He stepped up onto the diving block, blocking out everything until his entire mind focused only on what was about to happen. He heard none of the crowd's cheers, only his rapid breathing as he tried in vain to steady his heart rate. Suddenly, a high-pitched whistle pierced his ears, and he shot into the water, faster than a bullet. He swam as he never had before in his life, knifing through the water as quickly as if he had been born there. He came up for air and he heard, distantly, cheering coming from the crowd. He hit the other side of the pool and made his way back down the lane, noticing that an orca was right beside him, matching his pace but straining to do so. Darren pushed himself to go just a little bit faster, and he reached out his hands to touch the wall and...

Yes! The crowd erupted in a frenzy with Darren's narrow victory, just a second ahead of the orca. Darren leapt from the pool in the arms of his teammates and was hoisted high above their heads. After parading him around the pool for a bit, they let the tiger down, face-to-face with... Brett. Darren's heart went even faster, if possible. "H-hi," the wolf said, looking down at his feet.

"Hi," Darren responded, just as shy as the wolf standing across from him. Suddenly, a bump from behind sent Darren crashing into Brett, and they both tumbled into the pool.

Underwater, the noise of the crowd far away, they looked at each other and hesitated for a moment. Brett finally swam over to the tiger, gave him one last, long look, and finally pulled him in for the kiss. Their tongues danced inside each other's mouths, eyes closed, lost in the bliss of the moment. Finally, they felt the pressure in their lungs, and with one last tight embrace, broke the surface of the water to see the revelers long since gone, having forgotten about their hero in the wild celebration. The lights around the pool had been turned off as well, but the celebratory bonfire had been left on, allowed to burn itself down into lightly glowing embers that cast a soft light over the pool area.

Brett pulled his soggy cell phone out of his pocket and sighed. "Guess I can't call Kyle..." Darren smiled.

"I can always take you home," he said.

"I'd like that," Brett said. They then realized that they were holding hands. Darren blushed deeply, and Brett did too, although it wasn't visible. "Umm... I don't... I just..." Darren sighed. "I really like you, Brett."

The wolf blushed even more, to the point that Darren could begin to see the red tint in his face.

Brett muttered, "I... I kind of... like you... too... I guess..." The wolf then fell backwards into the pool in his embarrassment. Darren giggled.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked as he dove in after him.

"But, those wet clothes really can't be comfortable..."

"Well then, why don't I just take them off?" Brett smirked. He slowly wriggled out his shirt and his shorts, with only his underwear on. Darren simply stared, his throat dry.

"Well... ok... that's, um... that's nice..." Brett swam over to the tiger and wrapped his arms around him. They sunk underwater again as their lips touched tenderly, sweetly.

This time, Brett wanted to take it a little farther than just kissing. He could feel Darren's hard-on through the skimpy, skin-tight Speedo, and began to pull it down. Before he could get it off, however, Darren leapt from the pool.

"What are you doing?" he yelled, stunned by the wolf's actions.

"I... I just thought..." Brett felt tears form in his eyes. Wasn't this what was supposed to happen?

Darren sighed. "It's ok, I just... I was just surprised... I've never done this before..."

"Well, that's ok... I've never done this either..." Brett responded, beginning to recover from the shock of Darren's refusal. Darren smiled and beckoned his lover to join him. Brett pulled himself out of the water, smiling seductively at the larger tiger as he pulled him into another long embrace. This time, Darren allowed Brett to pull down his bathing suit, exposing to the cool night air the sweet tiger meat. Brett began to salivate.

"It's really... impressive," he giggled. Darren looked down and smiled. "Thanks, I'm rather proud of it." They both laughed at their feeble attempts to talk dirty.

Brett slowly wrapped his muzzle over the tiger cock a let his tongue savor the musky, masculine taste. Darren shivered at the unfamiliar feeling and let out an involuntary moan. The wolf's head slowly moved back and forth, taking the tiger's length in his mouth and jamming it all the way down his throat. Darren's hands moved to the back of Brett's head, grasping his fur and pushing him up and down the tiger's length even faster. The taste of Darren's precum began to fill Brett's mouth; it was salty and very tasty. Suddenly, Brett pushed Darren's hands off his head and got up.

"Wh-why'd you stop?" Darren asked, bewildered. Instead of answering, Brett simply bent over, giving Darren a very good view of his tailhole. Darren knew exactly what he was implying. He placed his paws on Brett's backside, and ever so slowly, slid his cock into Brett. The wolf groaned in pain.

"Are you ok?" Darren asked.

"Y-yeah, I'll be fine. Keep going," Brett said. Darren started thrusting again, pushing his entire length in and out of Brett's ass. Brett quickly adjusted and slowly began moaning again.

"Darren... that feels... so... good..." he panted, his knot forming at the base of his rock-hard dick. Darren took one furry paw off of Brett's backside and began to jack off his lover, timing it to his thrusts. Waves of ecstasy washed over the smaller wolf as Darren squeezed the base of his knot, causing him to shoot his cum all over the concrete poolside. His tailhole tightened, and Darren let his load go, filling Brett's hole with his warm tiger seed. The two collapsed on one of the beach chairs by the pool, covered in sweat, water and cum. Brett pulled himself off of Darren's cock and kissed him.

"So are we, like, going out now, or what?" the tiger asked, earning a smile from Brett.

"Only if you want to, sweetie," Brett answered. Darren nodded, earning another kiss from the wolf.

Checking his phone, Darren said, "It's late. We should be getting home." Brett groaned.

"It's a Friday, you know... it's not like we have school tomorrow. Can't we just stay here?" he asked, wrapping his arms around the tiger. Darren laughed.

"No we can't silly. We have parents, remember? I don't think they'll be too happy if we don't go home." Brett, still grumbling, pulled himself off of the beach chair and stretched.

"I guess you're right... Could I stay at your place tonight?"

"Sure, if your parents are okay with it," Darren said.

"Ok. Can I borrow your phone?"

"Sure." Brett quickly dialed his parents. They were perfectly fine with it, fortunately, so Darren got Brett a towel, gathered up his clothes, and they stepped into Darren's car to make their way back to the tiger's house. "Do you mind if I put on some music?" Darren asked.

"Not at all," Brett replied, and Darren hit play on his iPod. Instantly, the intro to "Underwater (You and Me)" by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah came rushing through the speakers.

"Oh my god, you like Clap Your Hands Say Yeah?" Brett asked.

"Yes! I must've played their first album on repeat a million times!" Darren responded. Brett was incredulous.

"I've never met anybody who's even heard of them before! We were destined to live out our lives, underwater, you and me..." Brett sang along, his voice fading into the music as he stared at Darren, absolute love in his eyes. Darren stared right back, the same tender look in his eyes. They continued looking at each other until the driver behind them honked, snapping them out of their reverie and making Darren continue driving again. They didn't talk again for the rest of the trip, not wanting to ruin this moment.