# Talk Nerdy to Me

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Soren
stood awkwardly inside Milo's front door. He was alone, leaning against the
railing of a winding staircase, and desperately trying not to hear an argument
going on the kitchen. His ears flattened as he snapped the toe of his shoe
against the floor in some offbeat rhythm. He let out a small yelp when he
stomped on the end of a blue tipped tail. God, they were so effing long now.
Another
voice, slightly raised now, brought Soren back to reality. He began to hum a
rambling tune as loudly as he dared, trying to filter out the argument he
shouldn't be listening to. Still, he couldn't not listen to what was
being said in the kitchen. What were they saying? All he could catch was
snatches of the conversation: the words drifting through the dark wood halls
and into Soren's ears.
"There's
really no reason for you to be gone so long."
"Why
don't you bring other friends?"
"Aren't
there better things to do with your time?"
"You
could be doing much more productive things."
"What
about baseball training?"
"Why
aren't you taking Sasha?"
The
back and forth went on for what felt like ages, but Soren was afraid of tuning
it out completely. From what he had heard, Soren was afraid that the
conversation was drifting into dangerous waters, and he needed to be ready to
react at a moment's notice. Had they been careless? Had someone seen them?
Milo's
voice was growing closer. his words had an uncharacteristic coolness to them.
"It's a weekend Mom. And I told you, no one else really wanted to come. Sasha's
never been the outdoorsy type anyway. Bye."  The furret rounded the
corner, looking distinctly miffed. His arms were closed off, his mouth was a
thin line, and his normally long steps and casually ambling gait was instead
clipped and brisk. "Let's go before they try and change their minds. Besides,
at this point we won't get there till it's dark."
Soren
waited until they were in Milo's car, an old but highly functional jeep that
was a graduation present. It wasn't until fifteen minutes of silence after they
pulled onto the highway that Soren dare broach the subject.  "What was
that all about?"
Milo
started the car with a chug of the engine. "You didn't hear?"
"Fragments,
but I want to hear it from you, not from eavesdropping," said Soren, waiting.
"Have they suspected anything? It sounded like it."
"Yes
and no, actually," said Milo, managing a half-hearted smile. "They aren't as
forgetful as we'd like them to be. They get jumpy when I want to hang out with
another guy one on one. But they don't like you for other reasons."
"Why's
that?"
"Do
you know my parents at all?" laughed Milo. "All business no pleasure. No
offense, but you've always got your head in the clouds. They think you're a bad
influence on me."
Soren
faked indignation. "Head in the clouds? Perish the thought. Is it my
fascination with theoretical science, my frequent participation of tabletop
RPGs, or my rabid consumption of obscure movies and videogames?"
"Exactly.
They think you'll distract me from more important things?"
"Like
what?" said Soren. He threw his arms up into the air. "It's summer!! School is
over, you got straight A's, and you got a scholarship from Dayton. What could
possible need to be done before September?!"
"Fishing,"
said Milo as he pulled onto the highway.
"Fishing?
For what?"
"Scholarships.
Dad wanted me to pull a full ride. He said I should've done football like he
did."
"And
are you good at football?"
"That's
stupid question," laughed Milo. He punched Soren in the arm. "I'm almost as bad
as you when it comes to playing with balls, save for baseball. Besides, I was a
hitter, not a pitch÷.
"Not
all balls," said Soren with a sly wink. "But I digress: that's my whole
point. You're good at baseball, so you play it. And you play well. Would they
rather  you play no sport at all and get nothing? Do they ever act
logical?"
Milo
rolled his chocolate eyes. "It's clear to everyone but them that they're trying
to live through me in order to relive their glory days. They met and dated in
high school, and both of them say all the time that high school was some of the
best days of their lives."
"Tell
me something I don't know," said Soren. "For example, where are we going
again?"
"Didn't
I tell you?"
"No,"
said Soren, keeping one eye on what was out the old jeep's window. "You kept
saying it was a secret."
"It
is. I mean, the park isn't, but I don't think anyone knows how find where we're
going to camp. We're not staying at an official campsite, We're gonna go off
the beaten path tonight. I mean, I've been there with my dad, but he's not
going to be here with us."
Soren
crossed his arms, "That's great, but are you going to tell me what your secret
campsite is like? Or do you just want to keep leaving me in the dark."
"In
the dark, I think," laughed Milo. "I want to surprise you."
Soren
responded with a light punch on the arm. "You better not disappoint me. How far
are we driving?"
"Three
hours," Said Milo as he pulled on to the highway.
"Do
you want help driving?"
"And
let you drive my baby? Hell no!"
"That
what can I do while I sit here like a useless lump for three hours?"
"How
about talking to me?" said Milo with a small smile. "When was the last time we
had three whole hours just to ourselves?"
"Good
point," said Soren. He leaned across the armrest and kissed Milo's cheek. It
was a surreal experience, not having to reach to kiss him now.
"Hey,
don't distract the driver," complained Milo, spoiling the effect of his protest
with a contented smile. There was a little pause before Milo seemed to read
Soren's mind. "How's life on the other side."
"Irritating,"
said Soren, pulling a long tail out from between his seat and untwisting the
fur.
"So
you liked being a foot shorter than me?"
"No,"
said Soren. "It's nice being tall. But the tails. Dear god, the tails. They're
longer than me AFTER I grew a foot tall! You'd have no idea how many times I've
stepped on them in the past week alone."
"I
do have an idea," said Milo. He wriggled himself in his seat and shook his
thick, striped tail. Soren felt Milo's feather duster tail tickle one of his
own. "You aren't the only guy who's got an extra appendage attached to his
body."
"What,
only one?"
"Isn't
it a bit early in the weekend for dick jokes, hon? Can't we make it to camp
first?"
"Oh
fine, be a prude," pouted Soren before returning to their original train of
thought. "What happened to you while I was gone?"
"Nothing
really," shrugged Milo. "I can't wait to leave my house. I've discovered long
ago that my parents and I can't coexist in close proximity."
"Mmhmm,"
nodded Soren. "I kind of surmised as such. Three months. That's all you gotta
tell yourself."
Milo
just looked glum. "But this isn't me griping every other day. You were gone for
longer than normal. I doubt two straight weeks of evo was very pleasant."
"It
wasn't bad," shrugged Soren. "It was fairly smooth, actually. The first week
was just the game devs giving me a palette swap."
There
was a loud splutter as Milo stifled a laugh. "God, you are such a nerd.
A palette swap?"
"That's
how I'd describe it," shrugged Soren. "Nothing changed at all, except for my
fur. Gold became silver, orange became blue. It wasn't too slow, either. By the
fourth day I thought it was all over."
"Really?
That would've been really fast."
"Yeah,"
said Soren. "that's what I thought. I was actually really disappointed."
"Mmmm?"
"Well.
At the time, all I got from four days of dizziness and migraines was a new coat
of fur."
"And
what were you expecting?"
"Well...
a few more inches," said Soren, pointing quickly towards the sunroof.
"Wow,
another dick joke," snarked Milo. "It's been what, five whole minutes?"
Soren
smiled and punched Milo's arm. "Get your mind out of the gutter. Have you
failed to notice that I grew more than a foot in two weeks?"
"I've
certainly noticed that," said Milo. "I'm looking up to you now."
"How
does it feel to be the shorter one now?" asked Soren. He'd never admit it, but
it was enormously satisfying to be the tallest person in the room after almost
nineteen years of puniness.
"I
am entirely unperturbed," said Milo. "I'm perfectly fine with standing in the
shadow of a sexy beast like you. But do you even cast a shadow anymore?"
"What
do you mean?"
"Your
fur!" said Milo enthusiastically. "It's got so much brighter! I mean, I feel
like I need sunglasses just to look at you. You're positively incandescent."
"So
overall..." asked Soren.
"Worth
the wait, I'd say." said Milo, reaching over and placing one arm across Soren's,
his other hand on the wheel.
"Glad
you like the new me," said Soren as he leaned his head on Milo's powerful
forearms.
"Do
you like the new you?" asked Milo. "That's more important."
"I
do," said Soren. He leaned back in his chair before grinning a little. "I bet
Danny won't."
Milo
looked puzzled. "Why not?"
"He'll
have to find new ways to rag on me now. Squirt, midget, and puny stop working
as jokes when I'm a head taller than him."
Milo
giggled a little. "Were you always the buttmonkey with them?"
"Always.
But I'd ask you where you put your ears if you hadn't figured out that everyone
earns equal abuse."
"I
certainly haven't," said Milo. "Danny and Sasha never crack jokes about me like
they do to you or Di."
"That's
because you're the new guy. We haven't had a chance to push your boundaries,"
said Soren. "Don't worry. In a month or two you'll have earned your place as
the new honorary butt of all jokes."
"I
eagerly await my promotion," smiled Milo. They didn't speak for a few minutes.
They simply watched the road fly by them. Soren ruffled the map on his lap. "We
pull off in a few miles, right?"
"Yeah.
It's about an hour from here."
They
sat in silence for most of that hour. They didn't need to talk, really. The
scenery was certainly pleasant. People often complained about the tedium of
country driving just never drove at the right time. Sunset made any landscape
better.
Suddenly,
Milo turned off the country highway onto an ancient dirt road. After more than
ten minutes of rickety driving, Soren asked, "Where are we going?"
"Camping,"
said Milo, deadpanned. "We're going camping."
"No
shit," laughed Soren. "I thought you said the site was in some sort of park. This
is just a dirt road."
"The
road backs into the park, and i told you it's not an official campsite.
Its technically on state park property, but I'd get in trouble if i reserved a
campsite then got discovered setting up off official campgrounds. Besides, it'd
cost us $25 a night to stay in prime camping season."
"
So I take it your secret campsite is in the middle of nowhere, then?" said
Soren as they pulled too a stop, the field around them bathed in the almost
darkness of a July evening.
"Nowhere
is really the middle of nowhere," said Milo. "No place is empty if you look
hard enough." He flicked on the brights and bathed the clearing in bright white
light. It was serene, almost idyllic. the grass was the type of soft green
Soren associated with suburban lawns, but longer, rippling like ocean waves in
the night wind. A winding stream slowed and gathered into a pool that looked
positively crystalline under the glare of the brights. In the center of the
clearing was a large, flat rock that looked like sandstone. "What do you
think?" asked Milo tentatively.. 
"I
think it's great, honey" said Soren leaning against a firm shoulder. "I think
it'd be better with a campsite. You're gonna have to tell me what to do,
though."

"Can you read?" Milo waited a beat but didn't let Soren do more than raise an
eyebrow. "If you can read, you can set up a tent."
Soren's
lips twitched as he clicked his seatbelt and jumped from his seat, beginning to
unpack. The process was quick. Both of them could only lie, cheat, and steal
enough time for a long weekend away from their houses, and there wasn't too
much to bring. "Is there a reason you brought your own firewood?"
grunted Soren, hefting a stack of logs and staggering a little under the
weight. 
"I
told you already, camp stoves are for pussies." asked Milo, smiling a little as
he took a few logs from the pile in Soren's arm. "Besides, do I look like a
lumberjack to you?"
"You're
hunky enough," teased Soren, placing the wood in a pile by the sandstone slab.
"I could buy you some flannel for your birthday?"
"Would
you care if i grew out my scruff? I can't be a cleanshaven lumberjack."  
Soren
pouted. "And hide that pretty face of yours? Now i'm having second thoughts
about the flannel. Are we going to eat, or what? You insisted we not grab
anything on the road." 
"Are
you gonna help me with our shelter or are we just gonna get soaked if we
guessed the forecast wrong?" said Milo. "Here, I think even you can operate a
mallet."
Soren
pouted again before hefting the short mallet, smacking the rubber head against
his palm before asking, "tell me where then." The tent was set up
relatively quickly, mostly due to Milo's directions. Soren hammered in the
stakes, with Milo one step behind, adjusting his work so that it met his
standard of quality. Milo kept his brights on, giving them enough light to see
in the evening. Soren examined their work, noticing their tent was really
nothing more than a large tarp propped up on poles and ropes. "No door?" 
"No
door," said Milo, smiling a little. "It's not supposed to rain this week, and
this way we can get a breeze."
"But
what about bugs?" asked Soren as he slapped a mosquito going in for a landing
on his shoulder. 
Milo
punched Soren playfully on the shoulder. "Normally I don't bring these." He
reached into a nearby bag and pulling out a set of green candles. "normally I
tough it out, but I brought some deet candles. If we keep a fire going we
shouldn't be bothered." 
"What's
with all the machismo," asked Soren, nuzzling Milo before crossing his arms.
"All this 'no camp stoves, no mosquito candles, no extra amenities' thing you
keep going on about?"
"I've
never seen the appeal of trying to modernize camping," said Milo, with a shrug.
"What's the point of going out to enjoy nature if you try to drag all the
comforts of home with you? it defeats the purpose of camping in the first
place. Just go to a hotel if you want conveniences." 
Soren
just shrugged, smiling as he began to unpack. "Then will you start the fire, my
manly man? I kind of want dinner."
Milo
chuckled before arranging the firewood in a triangular formation by the side of
the pool, where there was more sand than grass. He fished in a bag and produced
a ball of twine, yarn, and wax, placing on top of the kindling sticks under the
logs before lighting a match and tossing it on the waxy string. It lit quickly,
the flame beginning to grow as the sticks caught fire. As the fire began to
heat up, Milo got up and arranged a circle of rocks around the logs. Once the
fire began licking up the side of the logs, Milo went to turn off the lights of
his car, letting the fire become the only light source in the field. "Did you
find the food, honey?" 
"Mmhmm,"
said Soren, placing the red cooler next to Milo. He rummaged in it, looking for
the supplies for their meal. "There's no pan here. How do you plan to cook the
eggs if all we have is a fire and a stick?"
"With
precision," said Milo, glowing with pride in his ability to cook things on
skewers. "I'll show you." He plucked an egg from the cooler, taking one of the
thinner skewers. His other hand reached into his back pocket, producing a small
knife and flicking the blade into position with a shake of his wrist. Soren
watched with a mixture of incredulity and amusement as Milo penetrated the
eggshell with the very tip of his knife, perforating a small hole at opposite
ends of the egg. Milo's face was screwed up with concentration as he slid the
skewer cleanly through the egg without a crack on the shell. 
Milo
took another egg out, narrating the procedure this time. "So, you take the egg,
and pierce it with the tip of the knife."
"Just
the tip?" snarked Soren. Milo failed to keep a straight face, giggling and
turning his face away to try and hide the fact that he actually laughed. There
was cracking noise, and Milo swore.
"You
did that on purpose, didn't you?" Milo fake-pouted. 
"On
the contrary," said Soren, his statement somewhat losing its credibility due to
the mischievous smirk on his muzzle. He tried to make his voice sound
sanctimonious. "With you being so draconian about the food we take, I'd hate to
see our meager supplies go to waste." 
The
furret gave Soren an ostentatious eye roll before skewering another egg. Milo
sat down on the ground, no chair or log to use as a seat. "It may take a while,
hon. The fire isn't too hot right now." 
Soren
just shrugged, joining Milo on the ground, letting his tails fan out behind
him, a few crossing over Milo's thick, fluffy striped tail. He leaned his head
on Milo's shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment. "It's allright. I  can
wait." The two sat, enjoying the quiet moment together that was so rare for
them nowadays. 
"Look
up, Soren," whispered Milo. 
Soren's
blue eyes glanced up before widening in awe. "Oh wow..." Beneath the orange glow
of their fire, the sky was a dreamscape of stars, a plethora of blue-white
pinpricks of light brighter than Soren had ever seen in a night sky. 
"One
of the small advantages of being far from civilization," giggled Milo. A hand
strayed to Soren's waist, pulling their bodies close together. He kissed Soren's
cheek before laughing again. "Your fur's so pretty in the firelight." 
Soren
looked down, watching the orange light flickering across the fur on his exposed
forearms. Normally he didn't like the color orange, but on his new body... it was
actually quite nice. "Thanks honey." The two boys sat in silence, watching the
fire, the sky, or each other. After a time Milo took the eggs off the fire,
feeling the heat off of the eggs and snatching his fingers away from the heat. 
"Let
me honey," said Soren, reaching for one of the eggs and sliding it off the
skewer and cracking it open. It was a lot like a hard-boiled eggs. He bit into
it, finding it tasted a lot like a hard-boiled egg too. "It's good," said
Soren, turning to Milo to pass the other egg to him, but double-taking when he
saw Milo eyes wide in surprise.
"How'd
you do that?!"
"Do
what?" asked Soren through a mouthful of eggs. 
"You
just took two eggs fresh off the fire. How do you do that?"
Soren
snickered as he swallowed. "Hello? You're boyfriend's a fire type! Did you
forget?" He snapped his fingers in front of Milo's nose with a pop of small
blue sparks. 
"Oh...
right," said Milo, a little abashed. He reached into the cooler for some more
food, pulling out a pair of hotdogs and packaged bacon before looking back at
Soren. "Wait a minute... why'd you have me start the fire then?"
"Because
it goes out unless I think about it. If you wanted me to light the fire I'd be
spending the whole night with my face screwed up in concentration."
"Awww,
so no pretty blue flames under the moonlight, then?" said Milo as he wrapped
the cold hot dogs with the bacon strips. "Were your flames always blue? I can't
remember, to be honest." 
"They
used to be yellow, actually. But I like the blue better... Did you just wrap
campfire hot dogs in bacon?" Milo nodded mutely as he held them over the logs,
smiling wryly. "Did I tell you you're a genius, sweetheart?" Soren leaned in to
kiss Milo on the cheek, who purred in contentment. The bacon fat crackled each
time it fell into the fire, "seasoning" it so the resinous smell of
pine mixed with the savory flavor of the bacon. Instead of extricating the food
  himself, Milo just passed the skewer to Soren while he fished out
the buns. They bit into the meal with relish. Like everything else, fireside
hot dogs were better with bacon. 
As
they finished, Milo got up, pulling out their sleeping bags and draping it over
the sandstone slab. Soren raised an eyebrow. "Sleeping on a rock?"
"It's
surprisingly comfortable. Our bags are thick enough, the stone is smooth and
flat, and the rest of the ground is pretty uneven here if you actually lie down
on it. And the fire will keep the bugs at bay. So we don't need to waste the
candles. 
Soren
shrugged, grabbing his own bag and unzipping the thing from end to end. Lining
the zipper next to Milo's bag, he pulled down, joining their bedding together.
"I thought it'd be nice to have a double bed tonight."
Milo
embraced Soren and kissing him on the lips. "Sounds like a plan. I can't
believe I never thought of that."
"Maybe
it's because you've never had someone you wanted  to share a sleeping bag
with before." The two slipped inside the adjoined sleeping bags. It was a tight
fit with two massive males inside. Soren noticing that he was positioned on his
back, with Milo laying his cheek on his chest and his silver arms crossed over
the small of Milo's back. "God, this is so... weird. Every time we've slept
together, I was always using you as a mattress."
"I
like it," mumbled Milo, nuzzling Soren and repositioning himself on the
makeshift bed. "It feels so... safe when you hold me like this. I could get used
to this." 
Soren
kissed Milo on the forehead, running his hands up and down his back. "I've
always felt the same way when you did it." Milo's hands were much more
aggressive, grabbing at his t-shirt and running his hands under the hemming.
"You want to see more, honey?" 
"What
do you want to show me?" Milo's head was cocked, gazing alluringly under the
light of the fire. 
Soren
unzipped the top of the adjoined sleeping bag, letting it fall open as he stood
up and took a step back in his t-shirt and cargo shorts. Soren knew the
theoretical procedure of a striptease, but actually doing it was an incredibly
daunting process to Soren in his new, unfamiliar body.
 But
Milo's smile and the sweet isolation of their campsite enticed Soren to dance
as best he could. Alone the two boys could express all their desires without
fear of retribution. The eager pounding of their hearts, the heavy baited
breaths were volumes louder than the cicadas' calls in the ears of the two
teenagers so spellbound in each other. 
Soren
discarded his red shirt first, crossing his arms and pulling the hem up his
body, exposing a set of trim, lightly defined abs, shallow navel, and the
subtlest angle of his hips, just short of the feminine sway so characteristic
fembois. He rocked his hips left-right twice before thrusting a little forward
and swinging around with his fingers hooked in his belt loops. They tugged
downward, teasing Soren's one boy audience with a pert half moon and seductive
swing. Soren looked over his shoulder in his amateurish dance, encouraged by
Milos's enraptured gaze.
Soren
tugged on his pants again, hiking them down by a handful of inches, barely
above the bottom rim of his trim butt before wrenching up the pants back to his
waist. Milo actually moaned in want as his boyfriend covered himself again, an
arm half reaching out to the fox out of his reach. 
Next
he arched his back, raising slim but corded arms, wrists pulled back and
fingers wide, the light of the fire bouncing between each digit so that his
hands and wrists glowed like dying suns in the dark. Milo was breathing in
ragged breath as he watched, wanting both to drink in Soren's dazzling display
and to end the dance and lovingly claim his prize.
Next,
Soren looped his slender tails through the belt loops as he clutched his
waistband and pulled, giving the illusion that he was using his newfound tails
to undress. With a flop of fabric Soren stood in black boxers, carried halfway
down his ass by the discarded cargo shorts. Soren's ears perked as he heard
Milo unbutton his jeans with a pop of taught denim loosening in relief.
The
final step was done in a single smooth motion. He shifted his stance wider by a
few inches and dropped his underwear as he leaned over. Milo gasped in desire
as Soren parted his tails like a silver stage curtain, displaying his assets
with a final sway. But he didn't stop with just his cheeks and tailhole. He
leaned lower to expose his soft silver taint and hanging balls.
Milo
moaned louder, sitting up and running two fingers from the cleft of Soren's ass
to the rim of a tight tailhole, down over the sensitive, pliable flesh between
butt and balls and finally to the silver orbs, recoiling instinctually to the
touch but starting to sag at the furrret's warm hands. "Turn around."
It wasn't a command but instead a plea. Soren obliged, showing a silver sheath,
plump and accentuated by a fat, red tip of a canine member.
Milo
sat at the edge of the sandstone "bed," enraptured, leaning in as if
to kiss the silky sheath. Three fingers reaching out to press the soft valley
between the hanging orbs. "I think you certainly gained a few inches
honey." Before Soren could answer, Milo pressed his whole mouth over the
swollen sheath, carrying his nose in Soren's silky body fur. They inhaled
together, sharing their erotic sensations as if they were both receiving and
giving the pleasure.
In
an uncharacteristic display of dominance, Soren pumped his hips against Milo's
lips, his sheath sliding through a wet maw before blossoming into a thick, red
member that drooled virirely. A knot a bit greater than the size of a golf ball
split by two round wings that formed a round shallow valley on the middle of
his shaft. Milo's moved back by a few inches so that each thrust of Soren's
hips kissed his knot against soft, tan lips.
The
clearing echoed with soft moans, thick with lust. Their hands moved in unison.
A silver arm placed itself over Milo's brow, fingers laced through the furret's
lightly spiked head fur. Meanwhile a burly tan forearm held Soren by the hips,
encouraging him to pick up speed as a finger reached around and pressed against
the rim of his tailhole. The tight entrance quivered at the familiar intruder,
and Soren released a throb of pre that was eagerly lapped up.
Cold
air met Soren's member as Milo withdrew in order to take Soren's silver orbs
inside his mouth. They moaned together as the ninetales' balls sank in the
warmth of his sweetheart's mouth, swathed in a wet, subtle tongue. Silver
fingers gripped harder in the head fur, and Milo groaned thickly as he worked.
Pre drooled from Soren's cocktip, the fragrent fluid running freely down the
side of his boyfriends muzzle.
With
Soren's fruits properly ripened, Milo returned to the main attraction, making
lewd sucking and groaning noises for Soren's benefit. Soren gasped in
anticipation, feeling the pressure deep inside his shaft and knot. The release
came with a swell of a knot and a sudden torrent, a testament to Milo's skill
with his maw. Milo swallowed richly, unable to stop a white dribble of sticky
seed from falling past his soft lips. He leaned back, his face sticky from the
most intimate of transactions. He felt no desire to clean his face and remove
the fragrant fluid. Soren's member fell limply over his wet orbs, the knot
still half swollen, Milo's liquid coating shining orange by the firelight.
"That
was amazing, hon," whispered Soren. He took Milo's hands in his and leaned
them back over the sandstone slab. Soren towered on  and knees over Milo's
prone body, wrapped in his clothes still, although his waistband was adorned
with a towering tent so high that there was a empty gap between his underwear
and his hips. A damp spot the size of a quarter adorned the red boxer briefs.
Soren
lovingly deprived Milo of his clothes. He slid up the green shirt with two
hands, his fingers savoring the hills and valleys of the furret's powerful,
athletic body. His jeans were gone in one powerful tug. Lastly, the musky red
boxer briefs were wrenched away, accompanied with a wet smack of Milo's
astounding erection  colliding with his rocky abs, broken free from its
elastic confines. Soren kissed his way up and down Milo's whole body as he
disrobed his boyfriend. He paid special attention to his cute, boyish face,
cleaning him up with each brush of his lips, although the titillating musk of
Soren's release lingered in both their sensitive noses, to their pleasure.
Both
boys were now both thoroughly naked and thoroughly aroused, their differing
members stood at attention. Milo pushed up with his hips, pressing his tall,
smooth shaft against the underside of Soren's. He looked up at Soren with a
wide grin ran his finger over the contours of Soren's member. "It looks like
I'm still taller where it matters, sweetie." 
Soren
smiled back with an equally cocky grin, grinding their hips together. "You may
be taller, but I'm still bigger."
"How
do you figure that?" purred Milo, letting Soren gyrate his hips against his own
while he ran his fingers over their members. 
The
ninetales embraced Milo as he pulled them onto their sides. A silver hand
traced the powerful lines of the furret's masculine chest until he reached his
solid hilt. "Volume." Soren's voice was suave and seductive as he held his
boyfriend. this kind of confidence, was unfamiliar to Soren, but it was
certainly not unwelcome. 
Milo
was drinking in all of Soren: his new body, his new confidence, his new
dominance... He gladly let Soren take control for this encounter, eager to let
them both explore this new yet familiar fox. He continued to indulged Soren in
the banter, dropping his voice to a sexy whisper. "Volume? Do tell." 
Soren
pressed their bodies together before reaching down to trace the contours of
their members, Milo's smooth, gently curved shaft with the soft, sensitive head
pushing against the slopes and point of Soren's. "You may be taller, and you
may be just as thick as I am, but when it comes to the knot? If we measured our
dimensions, I'd end up with a larger cock overall."
Milo
laughed, the spell was broken. "God, Soren. Only you could bring geometry into
making love."
Soren
blushed visibly through his silver fur. "Do you not like it?"
"No,
I do, I do," giggled Milo. He reached behind to the small of Soren's back,
pulling their bodies closer still as he kissed Soren three times on the mouth.
He whispered words between each kiss. "I think it's... absolutely adorable...
when you talk all nerdy." He let Soren steer him back onto his back, lacing his
fingers behind his blue hair and cradling his head. They closed their eyes
together as they kissed under the starlight, blocking out every sense but the
touch of their bodies. 
As
Soren rolled off so that he laid next to Milo, a hand reaching around to lay on
his tanned cheek. "Would my sweetie like more lessons, then?" 
Milo
laid his own hand across the one laying over his cheek. "Oh? Like what?"
Soren
sat up and took Milo in his hand, squeezing the half-hardened member. Milo
inhaled at the touch, clenching his eyes and arching his back against Soren's
touch. Soren whispered as he slipped off the sandstone slab, moving his muzzle
just an inch from Milo's groin. He inhaled deeply, taking in the musk of pre
and desire, seasoned by how close Milo had approached release without crossing
the threshold. As always, the scent of fresh earth pervaded Milo's flesh and
fur. "The first lesson is about your vascular system," growled Soren, his voice
deliciously low and alluring despite the clinical language he was using. He
moved in close to kiss the soft, round tip, tasting the bubble of precum
forming at the top. 
"Oh
honey," groaned Milo, rocking his hips at the contact. Soren squeezed a little
harder, feeling Milo throb and stiffen between his fingers. Soren pressed his
lips against the soft mushroom tip, kissing it lovingly before sliding his lips
around it. Soren released his hand and dipped his head down. his tongue wrapped
around Milo, finding the adoring the sensation of his boyfriend reaching full
hardness inside his muzzle. His hands traced the valley formed by Milo's inner
thigh. The furret's body was taut with desire, his muscles flexing through his chocolate
fur.
Soren
withdrew and kissed Milo's shaft twice before taking a deep breath. In one
smooth motion, Soren slid his muzzle down the full length until his nose was
deep in Milo's chocolate fur. The alluring, robust scent of his boyfriend's
body filling his nose. Milo's moans were throaty, his hips jerking up and
bumping Soren's muzzle. But before he could finish, Soren withdrew again.
Milo's face was a cute mix of disappointment and lingering pleasure. "Why'd you
stop, sweetie?" 
"Because
I have another lesson for you," murmured Soren. "I need to teach you about
friction." His muzzle flashed into a gleaming smile. He reached for the bottle
of lube he had slipped into his cargo shorts with a tail. A finger pressed
against Milo's tailhole, a yet unclaimed territory for both of them. "Do you
want it?" 
"I...
I want it. I want you," moaned Milo. He opened his legs a little, rocking his
hips up to better display his goods. Soren pressed a little deeper, driving his
finger up to the first knuckle. Milo called out, clenching around the finger
and squeezing his eyes shut. "I want it Soren!" His calls were deep and loud,
practically a beg.
Soren
stood up and leaned over Milo, kissing at his neck while his left hand applied
lube to his length. The furret was reaching up to clutch at Soren's chest,
awaiting crossing their next boundary together. "Do it," begged Milo.
With
an air of assurance that surprised himself, Soren pressed his slick tip against
Milo's soft taint, sliding the point down to the tight, eager tailhole below.
Be slid inside, slow enough to give Milo time to adjust, but still maintaining
control. Milo groaned, squirmed, grabbed at the silver body above him, but he
never asked to stop. As Soren's knot bottomed out against the rim of his stretching
tunnel, Milo leaned up to kiss Soren on the lips. "Why didn't you tell me it
felt so good to be the bottom?"
"Why
didn't you tell me it felt so good to be the top?" countered Soren with a
smile, rocking his hips into Milo's bottom. "Do you still want to learn about
friction?" Milo's response was simply a slight clench and a grin. Soren kneeled
on the rock, running his hands from Milo's rounded cheeks up the bottom of his
legs, pulling up on his knees so that they now rested on his shoulders. Milo gazed
up at him, his cute face framed by his powerful legs, his long fluffy tail
slowly wagging up against Soren's undercarriage. 
Soren
began to thrust in and out, finding the motion both unfamiliar and wonderful.
The warm clench around his shaft intensified their pleasure. Milo had obviously
been paying attention to what Soren had been doing when their roles were
reversed. Soren worked at a slow pace, focusing on rolling his hips as he
listened to Milo's squeaks and groans, trying to find the position that hit
that perfect spot. His hands ran around the toned, shapely legs of his
boyfriend. The ninetales moved his fingers through the dense fur as he leaned
in close, just out of reach of a kiss as he panted in time with his thrusting.
Milo obliged, curling his back to meet Soren's lips, moaning into his muzzle.
Strong,
shaggy arms hooked around Soren's shoulders with a burst of motion, pulling him
down so that he buried Soren's face in the crook between his collarbones. As he
continued his rhythmic, consistent pace, Soren felt kisses over his brow and
head fur, followed by a faint whisper that was hardly more than a hiss of air.
"More." 
Soren
obliged by withdrawing to just the last inch of his length before using his
whole body to drive himself back inside Milo's body, His knot made impact with
Milo's sculpted bottom, eliciting a high pitched, submissive squeak from Milo's
lips. "Do you like it," asked Soren, wanting to go further but alert to the
needs of the male in his arms. Milo nodded, squeezing again and rocking beneath
Soren's body.
Soren
repeated his full body thrust before finding a faster, rougher rhythm, grinding
his knot against Milo's tailhole with a roll of his pelvis. Milo's chest arched
up to meet Soren's as small moans of pleasure encouraged Soren further. The fox
maintained his pace, gripping Milo by the shoulders to gain more leverage on
their sandstone bed. His hips moved a little faster with each breath, feeling
own balls colliding with the furret's supple butt. Soren's words were feral
grunts as he hunched himself just above Milo's ears. "And your last lesson." 
There
was a loud pop of flesh sliding past flesh and a loud squeak escaping Milo's
mouth.His eyes were clenched so hard that a tear was forming as Soren pressed
his lips into Milo's. Soren continued to push and pull as his knot bound him to
his boyfriend, grinding his knot against Milo's stretched tunnel. The two boys
moaned in unison, a new, wet warmth filling Milo as the furret finally reached
his climax. After so much teasing and tension, both Milo and Soren found
themselves white and messy as they interrupted their kisses for nothing but
gasping for breath.
As
their shared orgasm subsided, Soren slumped into Milo's arms. Both of their
chests were sticky, their fur, bedding, and the air itself inundated with a
cocktail of musk, sweat, cum, and of course, Milo's irresistible earthy tones.
Milo spoke first. "What was my last lesson, honey?" 
"The
law of conservation of space," said Soren, his tone was a mix of clinical
nerdiness and the kind of husky affection traditionally reserved for pillow
talk. "Your prostate couldn't share space with my knot, hence your orgasm." 
Milo
first tittered, then broke into an uproarious laugh so intense that his body
rocked their adjoined bodies as tears leaked from his eyes. "My adorable nerd."
He paused, breathed in, and ran a hand from Soren's cheek, down his sides and
lastly to his waist, squeezing Soren's bottom playfully. "Are you gonna unknot
me or are we staying like this all night."
"What
would you like, honey?"
"I
would rather you unknot us. I'm really feeling what you'd said about 'volume.'"
He tittered again and reached up to share a long kiss. 
"I
didn't hurt you, did I, sweetie?" Soren caressed his sweetie's boyish cheek.
"It's
a lot to take in," huffed Milo. "But feeling sore tomorrow is well worth such a
sexy roll in the hay tonight." 
"I'm
glad it felt so good for you," murmured Soren. He firmly placed his hands on
Milo's hips, pushing his body away as he tugged his knot out of Milo's messy
tunnel with a wet pop and a tense grunt. He rolled off of Milo's body, lying
next to him, feeling the throb of his spent member lying in the crook of his
inner thigh. Three fingers ran down the softened shaft, lingering on the tip
before retreating. Soren looked over at Milo, who was looking back at him, a
wide and devious smile on his face. He held his messy fingers in front of them
before tasting them, closing his eyes in relish. 
"You
taste so good," whispered Milo, his tone was husky with intimacy. 
Soren
replicated the gesture, running over the smooth length, from the tip to the
base of his balls. He plunged his fingers into his mouth, tasting the musk and
salt of Milo's release. "So do you."
Milo
repeated the movement one final time, this time lingering on the half-swollen
knot. "I wish I had a knot," whispered the furret playfully. "It's felt so
good. And I like the whole act of being tied. It's really romantic, in a way." 
"You
may want to have a knot, but my butt certainly doesn't want you to have one.
You're big enough as it is." He gave Milo a final, playful squeeze. "I'd never
walk again if you were topping me with a big fat knot."
"Did
you like being the top, honey?" 
"It
felt wonderful, sweetie," whispered Soren. "I didn't know I had it in me."
"Well,
I liked it when you acted all dominant. I'd call it nerdily ferocious. And I
should say you're  the best top I've ever had," said Milo, nuzzling Soren.

"I
should admonish you for basing your opinions of a study with a sample size of
one," teased Soren as he kissed Milo's hair. "But I think I'll let it slide
this time."
Strong,
chocolate hands caressed Soren's face, leaning in as if to kiss him again.
"Soren, I love you so much."
Like
a thunderclap, Soren's world changed in an instant. The air grew cold and
stale, his heart sinking like a stone. The cicadas roared in his ears, and
every second crawled by like a day. Milo's sinking face prompted Soren to turn
away and clench his eyes shut in...
what? Fear? Shame? Love... all three at once seemed like the closest thing to the
truth.
"You're...
you're not saying it back... You're not saying it back, Soren?"
Soren
turned and embraced Milo with his full body, lying halfway on top of his
powerful chest and curling his arms, legs, and tails around him. "God damn it,
Milo I really want to. I really, really want to. And I promise you I'd mean it
if I did say it."
"I
don't understand, honey. I don't understand what's stopping you from saying
it."
"It's
so stupid," mumbled Soren. "But I'm afraid. I'm so afraid that... that something
will happen if I say it... It's so stupid... It's so goddamned stupid. Would you
not mean it if you said it?" 
"What
do you think will happen?" asked Milo, stroking Soren's bare back as they
pressed their faces into the soft fur of each other's body. 
"Milo...
you know what could happen," said Soren, suppressing a sob. "Every time we're
together we risk being found out. We risk turning our lives into a hell because
of where we live. Even as we lay under the stars right now I feel like the
Sword of Damocles lies above our heads."
so..."
said Milo, his word hanging in the air. 
"I'm
just terrified that I'll say it," murmured Soren. "And if I were to say it, I'd
mean every word of it, I promise you. But I feel like if I say it now, when
we're still in the clutches of our stupid little town, it will... I don't know...
jinx it, I guess. I feel like the moment I say what I'm dying to say right now
a cruel twist of fate will reach in and fuck everything up. And I'm just
absolutely terrified to lose you, Milo." There was a long pause. "It feels so
stupid, but right now I can't get past my stupid, irrational fears. Am I making
any sort of sense." His voice broke at the last sentence. 
"It
does... it does," sighed Milo. "And somehow understanding it makes it hurt even
more."
Soren
gripped harder with his whole body, as if to make their two bodies one. "Milo...
I promise you, the moment we leave Lassaire, the moment we're safe in school
and far away from here... I promise I'll say it. I will drive across the country,
take you in my arms, and say it every single weekend if you want. But I can't
right now. Not when we're on the brink of being torn apart."
Milo
laid in silence, burying his face into the crook of Soren's neck. "Can I say it
for the both of us?" Soren just nodded. "I love you, Soren. I love you." Milo pushed
his hands into Soren's chest, rolling them onto their sides. They pressed their
faces into each other's fur, the warm summer night, the fire, and their bodies
providing sufficient heat to sleep comfortably. Soren was ashamed to feel his
eyes watering, and at the same time he felt a cool streak of wetness fall down
his chest. Neither made a sound as they held each other. He felt so tired, and
bizarrely old and young at the same time as he laid there in the arms of his
boyfriend. Despite the fact that they were intensely in love with each other,
or perhaps because of it, the two boys held each other and cried by the light
of the stars.

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