Glassy Skies
#1 of Spur of the Moments
This is just a short story about a fox, and his wolf. It could be seen as sad, and the adult rating is loose at best. Briefly described/heavily implied sexual acts.
[Author's note: This is just a spur of the moment story that was written due to my perception of the world/people around me, lately. Something happened and it touched my heart, so I felt an impulse to write and upload! Probably not the best first-uploaded-story... but eh, whatever! I hope it is enjoyable, at the very least. Oh and, the adult rating is very loose at best, it's implied and briefly described sex, nothing detailed. That was the intention, mostly.]
Eli's pawpads were like cement, absorbing the soft fur-like grass of the mound of earth beneath him, looking over the town he had spent the past few years in. Time was frozen, as he stared up into the glassy blue sky above him, the clouds like the humid fogs clinging to a mirror after a hot shower. The young fox was lost in a world inside himself, wandering endless corridors and infinite plains, exploring the vivid memories locked away inside. He saw his past dreams, with spiderwebs shattered across their surface, his lost hopes in hot-air balloons floating high above him. Sitting atop the melancholy hill, he gazed through his distant eyes into the far gone shows of his past.
_"Eli, what do you want for dinner tonight, sweety?" The wolf, undressing from the clothes of his occupation and dressing in something more casual asked him. "Eli, can you hear me?" his treble voice asked again. "Eli... this again..?" the wolf sighed out in defeat, as he lifted the earbud away from the fox, who suddenly snapped back into reality as his music abruptly filled the room with loud, distorted noise. _
"Oh, sorry Ty..." the fox said with a nervous laughter, stretching out and standing up in his boxer briefs. "I was just uh... caught up with music and games... you know how it is nowadays." But the fox was lying, and the wolf knew that too. He was really just escaping his life, and drowning himself in the fantasies of different worlds. Eli had heard his wolf speak though, even had he not realized it. "Could just do __mac and cheese, something simple."
Wind coursed through the white fur of the fox, as the tree branches ahead danced, their leafy regalia swaying to the music of the world. This had become a constant thing for him, driving up to the park after working his second job. He did the dreaded graveyard shift working as a security guard at the hospital, and then he would drive across the street to do the lunch rush at the deli. It humiliated him of course, seeing all of his colleagues from the hospital, constantly. He got lost in their eyes, the subtle judgements they would never vocalize. Some of the older ladies would tip him, quite a lot usually, but he would never take it. After all, who needed pity?
He was just another dead heart, trying to survive through the rough embrace of this 'gift' we all call a life. He knew it was his fault he was where he was at. He chose to quit so many jobs. He chose to leave the home he had lived in for three years prior to his move out. He chose to drop out of college, and quit his private investigative internship he had tried so hard to get. In the end, he was just another fuck up.
"Ty..." the soft ghost-whisper carried into the flicking ears of the sleeping wolf. Dream-like fox pads would dance across the slender form beneath the covers, as the warmth of two bodies joined together. "Tyler... wake up..." the needy whine of a lusting male would finally wake the wolf. "Gotta get ready for work... but let me help you before you do..." he would say, rolling his wolf companion onto his back, and straddling his hips. "Just.... like... A-Ahhh..."
The wolf's muzzle would open as a guttural, half-dead moan escaped him, quickly exciting to a fully aware noise of approval as his lover started to raise and lower his hips, the wet noises and heavy scents permeating the air and the humidity matching that of the outdoors quickly. Like mates in heat they would carry out this ritual, until with a tying of knots two howls reverberated throughout their dwelling.
"Gonna be late for work again, fox..." the wolf would grumble after their shared shower, the fox smiling with the sad knowledge that his lustful greed had gotten the better of him.
Sometimes, rivers would flow from the azure blue oceans trapped within those white orbs. Fur would be parted like landmasses, the rivers stretching until they fell off the edge of the map. A lot of these memories were happy, some were bitter-sweet like a dark chocolate, but some were like biting into the cold center of a half-heated microwave meal. They were tasteless, and annoying. They were frustrating...
"God damnit, Ty, why do you always do this?!" Eli would practically scream, lost in his emotions as he held the phone, incriminating evidence pointing down at the wolf on his laptop. "Why?! What does he have that I don't?" he would carry on, the wolf rolling his eyes. Ty never understood why Eli would get so worked up about simple roleplay. It wasn't like he was carrying out any of these fantasies in the real world, and the few times he had Eli had screamed much, much louder. His sarcastic, patronizing demeanor quickly turned to care as he heard the fox walking away, those lungs struggling for air, and the heart-wrenching whimpers being choked back. He'd get up, get dressed and chase the fox out, but by the time he made it to the door he couldn't even see Eli.
Eli ran as hard as he could, crying the whole way, until he found his park. He'd sheepishly walk on cement-rooted pawpads up to the base of the adolescent tree, and flop down to sit. He'd usually crash onto a root, swear a few times and then just start thinking. Sometimes he'd just lean against the tree and puff away on his vaporizer as he drowned in his world. This memory started and ended so many ways. The worst part, it almost always revolved around the same things... Eli would quit his latest endeavor to pursue a new one, be it work, or school... or Ty was caught flirting with other guys, texting sexual interactions, or swapping nudes. They were trapped in this cycle, and neither could seem to pull out of it. These were easily their greatest vices.
The cacophonous blaring of his cellular phone dragged him out of his thoughts and reminiscing today, though. It was a peculiar thing, really, for him to get a phone call. It was probably his parents, concerned for him. Or, maybe his brother, calling to convince Eli to work on the game, or book idea he had told his brother about at the last family gathering.
But this time, it wasn't any of those, or the debt collectors. The picture of his once wolf was vibrant on the screen, with the name "Tyler" across the bottom, and a swipe left for silence, swipe right to answer interface. His heart felt like a bucket of lead, and his paws were frozen in place. He could do nothing but stare at the glassy screen like he did at the glassy skies.
Finally, the dreadful device ended its' song of the dead. Tyler was, afterall, basically a dead ex-lover to him at this point. They'd been broken apart for eight months, and Eli had been living with a friend for six of those. 'Oh...' he thought silently, and pessimistically. 'He is probably just trying to squeeze me for sex or money.'
Then, as if fate were going to tear his heart out again, the phone began singing that broken song. This time though, his emotions had a rise out of him. Swiping right, he brought the phone up to his left ear, and just growled out the first thing on his mind. "I'm broke, and active with someone else. If that's all you wanted, just go find some new piece of meat to swap pictures with."
"Eli..." the distant voice carried through the earpiece as the fox stared up to the skies, the green-dyed tips of his ears flicking momentarily. "Look... it's been eight months. Come home, please? I miss you... We can make this work, you know?" the wolf pleaded with him. Like the glassy skies above him, tearing apart and tossing a watery torrent on the city below, the fox's eyes went wide, their own watery rivers spreading through his fur for the fourth time since sitting at the tree. "Ty," he said softly. "We broke up. You should've thought about this future when you were chasing after your latest crush. You can't just cheat, over and over, for three years, and expect me to just be there."
"But Eli, we both know you can't just leave me like this. Come home, I promise to change this time."
Today, the fox didn't go to the tree on the hill. Today, he sat in his bland office chair, staring at his computer screen and blaring music through his headphones. He knew what was going on in the world around him, but it didn't register until those arms wrapped around his neck, and he felt a kiss on his forehead. A paw lifted his headphones, and a sexual tone interrupted his train of thought. "Hey babe, thanks for coming home again, you wanna cuddle up and watch something with me?" the wolf above him asked.
Eli's shoulders dropped a bit, but not noticeably to the wolf embracing him. Weakly, he answered back, "Yeah... sure, we can do that."