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With my lease up the month after Mickey and I became "an item", it made perfect sense to both of us for me to move in with him. Oh, I could have staid where I was at--wasn't like I would get kicked out, and my rent would have turned into a month-to-month situation, but I wanted out anyway. My place was small compared to Mickey's, the garbage disposal in my kitchen kept breaking, and unlike my boyfriend, who had one of those stacked washer and driers in a closet, I was forced to endure the tedious nature of community washer and driers that were in the basement of my building; that, or go to the laundromat, and who in their right mind wants to do that?

Moving was never fun. Don't get me wrong, I was thrilled to be moving in with the guy I loved more than anything, but just the process itself was such a pain in the butt, plus Mickey and I had to figure out what things we wanted to get rid of. His bed was newer and bigger, so that was an instant no brainer as to whose bed we'd keep. Next to deal with was the furniture. I made the case that we could fit my recliner in his living room, as there was still plenty of room. Mickey agreed, but thought that my couch should go. I thought that was reasonable since his couch was more comfortable. We kept my coffee table, but his was out. By the time we'd found buyers for everything on Craigslist, we had managed to make a few hundred dollars off everything. I didn't bother putting my dishes on there. They were boxed up and donated to the local Goodwill. That was Mickey's idea. He was more charitable than me, I guess.

My experience in living with a significant other had been mixed, although there was nothing "mixed" about having some rotten bitch leave you for someone they obviously saw as better than you. That would occasionally get under my fur, thinking about those three ex-girlfriends of mine, but Mickey made everything feel much better, mainly by how he presented himself to me when I came come from work. Oh, I'll never forget that first day . . .

Being a systems analyst could be a daunting, convoluted nightmare of a job. It required training, sill and patience, the third one of those requirements was my weakest point, as I hated not being able to trouble shoot a problem quickly Anyway, I came home from work on a Monday afternoon. Mickey and I had finally gotten settled in only the day before, so today was going to be the first time in a while that I wasn't coming home to an empty apartment. The worrier in me kept thinking about how I wouldn't have the near total freedom that the bachelor's life provided, but I just kept telling myself that this was different. I was coming home to the greatest guy in the world.

From what he'd told me in the past, it sounded like he almost always got off work before I did. Pulling into the parking lot, I saw his car was already there, so apparently he was right, at least so far. I picked up my briefcase and headed into the building. Even the common areas in this place were nicer than my previous place of residence. There was no pieces of garbage lying in the stairwell--though I always took the elevator. It looked like the landlords actually cleaned the place instead of just letting it slowly go downhill like the old place. I found the fresh, well maintained structure to be analogous with the fresh, well maintained relationship that Mickey and I were building.

Getting out my new apartment keys, I unlocked the door and went inside, putting my briefcase down on the coffee table I looked around for Mickey, wondering where he was.

"Honey, I'm home," I yelled out.

"In here," his voice called from the bedroom.

I walked into our bedroom, getting a good chuckle out of what I saw. There was Mickey on the bed, completely naked, lying on his stomach, his held resting on his paws as he was reading something on his iPad. I pulled off the polo shirt I wore with my company's logo on it.

"Is this for me?" I asked.

"Actually," he said, turning around to face me. "I normally come home and do this."

"That so?" I said, getting out of the rest of my clothes. "Don't change your routine on my account."

"Sure about that?" he asked, his head turned back towards his iPad. I knew that he had that grin of his showing, even though I couldn't see it.

"Of course," I said, slithering naked into bed with him. "I wouldn't want you to feel like I'm being too bossy."

He rolled over onto his back as I laid down beside him. He licked my face and ears as I put my arms around him. "How was your day?" he asked me between licks.

"Same shit, different day," was my answer. "Yours?"

"Good," he said, rubbing my chest. "I like my job."

"I like mine too, but I've been a systems analyst longer than you've been a paralegal," I mused.

He laughed at that. "You gonna hold it against me for being seven years younger than you? That wouldn't be very nice."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "It's not the age difference. It's because you're naïve and stupid."

"Well, in that case I feel much better," he said licking my face again before resting his head on my chest. "Mmm . . . so glad you're living here with me now, Johnny."

"I feel the same," I said. "Living alone was nice, but it's nicer to come home to someone you truly love."

"Bet it's nicer having someone to split the rent with too, huh?" he observed.

"Doesn't hurt," I responded. "Especially when your room mate is your boyfriend and best friend."

We continued to lie there in bed, just cuddled up against each other. I loved doing that with Mickey. It was actually the one thing I really wanted to try when we first started meeting, but I was too shy, too afraid that I would see myself as gay. Jesus, it's weird the things I was thinking back then. I could let a guy suck my dick, then suck his, and I could even fuck a guy, but somehow cuddling was a bridge too far for me--absurd now that I think about it. What I had learned was that I didn't even care about the sexual labels anymore. All I cared about was that I loved Mickey more than anything, more than anyone in the world.

"Johnny?" he said, head still on my chest.

"Yeah?" I said, yawning slightly.

"What kind of name is Boskovic?" he asked.

"It's my last name," I said, ruffling his ears.

"I'm aware of that," he said, lifting his head up and glaring at me. "What I mean is what nationality is it?"

"Serbian," I said. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering about your family is all," he said, giving my face a few licks. "You tell any of them about us yet?"

"I have," I said. "I talked to my Mom and she said she's fine with me being in a relationship with another guy. Can't tell my Dad 'cause he's dead. My older brother and younger sister also know. Everyone's been very supportive so far. I think they were more surprised to learn I was dating a fox because I'd always gone out with she wolves before. What about your family?"

"My whole family knows that I'm gay and everyone is completely cool with it. My parents were actually hoping to meet you sometime soon. That is, if you're okay with that."

"Of course I am," I said. "You tell them you're dating a wolf."

"I did," said Mickey. "I think my Mom kinda has a thing for male wolves."

"I've heard that one--vixens being attracted to male wolves. Okay, send her my way."

Mickey gave me a punch right to the chest, though not too hard. "Don't talk about my Mom like that, Johnny. She's a sweet lady."

"I'm sure she is," I said, giving his face and ears a good licking before whispering to him. "You know, there's another part of you I'd like to do this to."

"Oh?" he said, shooting me a sly smirk. "Let me guess . . . the part of me you think is so cute, right?"

"You got it," I said. "That sound good to you?"

"I was hoping you'd wanna try that someday, but . . ."

I interrupted him. "I know . . . you weren't going to push me to do it."

He shot me a smirk again. Lying on my back, I watched as he climbed on top of me again, only this time he was sticking his rear right in my face. I pulled his tail towards his back and buried my muzzle in his butt, licking away at his pucker. I heard him moan as he was clearly enjoying me servicing him like this. Hardly a surprise to me, I could feel his muzzle slide over my hardening cock. I was thoroughly enjoying this new sexual activity that I had up until this point been reluctant to practice . . . for reasons I shouldn't have to explain. It never ceased to amaze me how Mickey could really go at it when he was sucking me off. My experience with females giving head hitherto had been one of seeing them not really having much in the way of stamina, or maybe they didn't really want to do it in the first place. I don't know. Doesn't really matter now. All I knew was that my cute foxy boy was just the greatest in the oral department; never disappointing me in the least. Not a day went by where he wasn't orally pleasuring me. He would even suck me off right when we got up in the morning before work. Not a bad way to start the day, that's for sure.

As I got closer to my climax, I really licked heard and deep into Mickey's tailhole. I reached a paw around and tugged on his cock, hoping to jack him off. He must have really needed a release because not even a minute later I heard him groaning, my cock still in his maw as he sprayed his cum onto my chest and stomach fur. I couldn't hold out any longer myself. Grunting, I gave him his favorite beverage in the world, blasting my load in his mouth. With both of us now drained, we thought it might be a good idea to get up out of bed and go shower together.

It was night time and both of us were lying in bed talking and reading. I had something on my mind that I wanted to talk to Mickey about. We were doing everything together as a couple, and I wouldn't have had it any other way, but I was hoping to do something very special together.

"You know," I said, turning off my iPad and putting it down on the stand next to my side of the bed. "Summer is going to be here before we know it, and I still have a week of vacation to use up."

Mickey turned his iPad off too. "You wantin' to go somewhere?"

"I am," I told him. "Be kinda fun taking our first vacation together as a couple, wouldn't it?"

"I think so," said my fox. "Got any place in mind?"

"A few," I said. "You wouldn't want to go to Florida, would you?"

"Probably not in the summer. Too hot and humid then," he said.

"Kind of what I was thinking," I said. "New York City?"

"Pretty expensive," he said. I couldn't disagree there.

"What about Seattle?" I suggested. "I know there's rain, but there's mountains, the ocean, lots of fun stuff to do there."

Mickey looked over at me. "Could we go to the Space Needle?"

"Whatever my cute foxy boy wants," I said, giving him a kiss.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Yeah, let's go to Seattle."

"Seattle it is," I said. "I'll try to figure out when would be the best week to go."

"Okay," said Mickey, yawning.

There was something else I wanted to ask him, but it wasn't about our upcoming vacation. "Hey, Mickey?"

"Yeah?" he said.

"Would you wanna top me?"

He turned his head, looking over at me. "Serious?"

"I am," I said. "I know you said you like being a bottom, but have you ever topped anyone?"

"I have," he said, pulling the covers away from himself. "I'd love to top you, Johnny."

"Good," I said, also removing the covers from my body. "Just go easy. I've never done this before."

Mickey got his lubricant out and spread some over my tailhole. I shivered from the contact of the cold substance. I lifted my legs up as I watched him cover his dick with it. Pulling my legs apart, he slowly inserted himself into me. I had tried to relax, but that was easier said than done. There was some initial pain, but gradually I got used to it. I have no idea how Mickey ever managed to take my length in his butt. I was a bigger beast fucking a smaller male, so I guess he either had a lot of practice or a natural proclivity for anal. I found that as I relaxed, the activity became way more pleasurable, with Mickey's cock rubbing up against my prostate, stimulating me. He leaned down and we kissed. Ah, those blue eyes of his. They were simply dazzling against his reddish brown fur. I didn't feel like jerking off now, I just wanted my cute foxy boy to ride my butt like there was no tomorrow, which he did. I closed my eyes as I felt his paws rubbing my chest and stomach as he fucked me harder and harder. I could feel his warm, humid breath against my face as he groaned louder and louder until he grunted and I felt some warm liquid invading my tailhole. It had gone better than I expected.

Mickey pulled out and wiped my butt off with some tissues, throwing them away in the wastebasket. "So, Seattle it is then, huh?"

"Yep," I said, feeling him lie down and rest his head on my chest. "Seattle, get ready for the cute foxy boy and the big bad wolf."