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A Shared Fetish for Borges by Draconicon

Tim sighed as the latest round of Moto-Zoom 3 ended in Nick's favor, the coyote shaking his head and looking over at the tiger opposite him on the couch.

"How the heck did you get this good at the game? I thought that I was good, but you just leave me in the dust every time."

"Lots of practice, man, lots of practice."

Nick smirked, the tiger giving him a little whip of his tail. The fuzzy end didn't really sting, but Tim jokingly made more of it than it needed, whining and hamming it up until the tiger gave him a shove.

Despite the shove, he kept smiling. It was nice to be around Nick. The coyote never felt as comfortable around his other friends, certainly never able to ham it up and be silly the way he could around the tiger. Maybe it was the fact that Nick just took it in his stride. Or maybe the big guy just liked to have someone silly around.

Maybe it was the fact that they were boyfriends.

He still couldn't believe that was the case. Just two weeks ago, he'd taken all his courage in his hands and approached the tiger at the gym, asking Nick to go out with him. Tim had fully expected to be shot down, to be made fun of, even beaten up, but he'd been crushing on the big guy for so long that he didn't care. He'd had to ask.

To his astonishment, the muscle-chub feline had agreed on the spot. They'd had three dates since, and tonight was the fourth. He'd been looking forward to the game night, and so far, it was going well. Though he would have liked to be winning more, he thought after the fifth straight loss.

"Ai yi yi..."

"You lost. Your turn to get the drinks, twinkle-toes."

"'m not...fine."

His face red as he stood up, Tim shuffled his feet along the carpet and made his way into the kitchen. He hated that nickname, but not because of the silly, almost feminine tone that it had. No, it more because of what it reminded him of.

Ever since their second date, Nick had known that he had a foot fetish. It hadn't come out intentionally. There'd just been a lot of barefoot scenes in a movie they'd been watching together, and he'd started getting a boner from it. The tiger had noticed, and teased him mercilessly about it.

After the apologies later, he'd found out about his new nickname, and Nick called him by it every chance he got. The muscular tiger probably didn't have anything to worry about, considering he was big enough to scare off anyone that would say anything, but he wasn't so lucky. The chubby coyote had few enough people around to support him, and he hoped that the nickname would go away soon.

"Particularly since I don't get anything but a nickname out of it."

He shook his head. Not even a bit of teasing play to go with the teasing at college and the gym. Really unfair, if anyone asked him.

Getting a couple of sodas, the coyote walked back out of the kitchen, his eyes on the ground and his feet shuffling again.

"Okay, I got the drinks."

"Heh, I got something for you, too."

"Huh?"

Tim lifted his head, and blushed at the view.

Nick had lifted his feet off of the ground and rested his heels on the arm of the couch, both blocking him from being able to sit down again and letting him see those padded soles pointed at him. A dark pad stretched across the entirety of the underside, save for the joints in the toes, and it had just enough moisture on it to glimmer a bit in the light from the TV, looking a bit shimmery.

"You like the view, twinkle-toes?"

"You know...you know I do."

"Heh, then get on your knees, Tim."

The coyote couldn't help but do just that, falling to his knees with the soda bottles still in hand. He couldn't help but keep staring at those magnificent soles, enjoying the sight of the different colors. It was like the tiger's black stripes all came down here eventually, ending there and pooling into a great dark spot.

He pushed the bottles to the side, blushing as he looked around the feet presented to him. Ignoring the scent that filled his nose - or trying to - he looked his boyfriend in the face.

"You're not just pulling a prank on me, right?"

"I tease you, but I'm not going to be mean about it."

"So...I can seriously...you know..."

"Heh, you want to play with my feet, play away. But I want to feel you doing it, so don't go all shy-dog on me now."

"I....I don't know -"

"Don't say anything, man. Just have some fun while you can. If you're not in the mood, I can always put my feet back -"

Tim grabbed them by the arches before they could move more than an inch. Even he was surprised at how quickly he'd grabbed them, but he wasn't about to lose this opportunity. It might not come around again so easily, and he wasn't going to throw it away while he had it.

Leaning forward, he pressed his nose against the soft, damp flesh. His first breath was almost entirely sweat, with a bit of the natural odor of the tiger's pads and skin behind it. The second breath was more balanced, and he let out a deep, contented sigh as he filled his lungs with the air, and his mind with the smell.

In and out, in and out, each time letting his nose fill with the smell as much as it could before he let it out again. He had craved it for so long, and it didn't disappoint. The soft, smooth pads were nice to rest his nose on, and he barely had to move his head more than an inch to get a fresh burst of the scent when one place ran out. Tim spent a full five minutes just moving his nose from one spot to another, sucking in the scent and letting himself enjoy it as much as he possibly could.

He was fondling himself when he reached the toes of the tiger's foot. Without bothering to ask, he opened his mouth and sucked two of them into his mouth, sucking the big toe and its neighbor all the way in and dragging his tongue over them. The sweaty taste was stronger between the toes, but it was all the more delicious to enjoy getting a taste like that.

As he bobbed his head up and down the toes, Tim looked up towards his boyfriend. He expected to see a tolerant smirk or a grin on the tiger's face as he chuckled. At most, he hoped to see an indulgent grin that would mean he'd get to do this again.

Instead, he saw Nick fondling himself, squeezing at his sweat pants in the crotch, and as Tim looked again, he saw a pretty darn big bulge.

He must have looked really surprised, because Nick started laughing like crazy. The tiger's other foot pressed against his cheek, rubbing some of the un-cleaned sweat into the coyote's fur. The smell was tantalizing, but Tim was more confused than anything. He tilted his head to the side, but kept sucking on the big toe.

"Hahahaha...oh, man, you are priceless, man."

Tim arched an eyebrow.

"Don't you get it? I like this stuff too, you little idiot." The tiger chuckled, his tail sweeping out and nudging Tim's chin. "You're a pretty darn good toe sucker, you know. I can't wait to see how it feels to have you sucking on something else."

As Tim blushed at the thought, Nick pulled his feet back. Feeling the big toe pop out of his mouth, the coyote reached for them, but Nick just backed up to the other side of the couch and freed up Tim's side.

"Come on, get up here."

Getting up on the couch, Tim was just settling in when Nick grabbed hold of his ankle. Swept up so that his feet were in the tiger's face, Tim stared in shock as the take-charge tiger nuzzled against the underside of his feet.

"Heh...mmm, you got a nice pair yourself, man."

"You...you like that too?! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Hey, you think you're the only one that likes someone else to take charge once in a while? Man, I've been sending out so many hints to you to just push a bit, but you're just laying there like a doormat, waiting for someone else to take charge."

"Doormat? Who are you calling a doormat, huh?"

Nick pushed his foot back, nudging the coyote's head up.

"Heh, who's getting their feet cleaned by someone else's face?"

Tim pushed back, his foot shoving the tiger's head back just as far. He groaned, licking the toes by his lips as he ground both his feet against Nick's cheeks at the same time.

"I'd say...mmph...both of us."

"Heh, you call that being a doormat?"

"You call that toe-licking?"

For a moment, their eyes met across the gap between them. Just like with the games, the two of them were immediately competing, but this time, Tim felt like he had a better chance of winning. After all, Nick had just said it. He was a doormat, and he was going to show how much he had fantasized and practiced for it.

He attacked the tiger's feet just as he felt Nick do the same with his own. The combined sensations of having a foot in his face to lick and getting his own tended to was completely new to him, and it was getting him so hard in his pants. He groaned, rolling a bit to the side, but that was countered as Nick did the same thing.

The feeling of tending to someone else's feet was great. The feeling of getting his own feet licked and nibbled on at the same time was even better. The feeling of doing that, and being bulge to bulge with his boyfriend? Well, that was something else entirely, and one that left him blushing as much as it left him hard.

The coyote moaned as he licked more, sucking three toes into his mouth and sucking on them. He felt the tiger moan, grinding against him harder, and pulled his best trick. Opening his mouth, he stuck his tongue between the tiger's big and second toe and dragged it through, slowly.

Nick must have really loved it, because he came hard in his sweat pants. As his boyfriend shuddered in pleasure next to him, Tim grinned.

"Beat ya."

"Beginner's...mmm...luck..."

"Say that when I get you to do it again later tonight."

"Heh, won't be that easy next time."

"We'll see." He kissed Nick's toes. "We'll see."

The End