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Freshman Orientation

"Ugh..."

Zajan tugged at his clothes. At the elasticated waistband of his sweat pants digging into his hips. At the t-shirt whose scratchy tag kept scraping and catching at the fine pale fur between his shoulder blades. He understood that being clothed in public was a necessity, that in order to go to the shops or out to a bar with friends he had to wear clothes, and that was perfectly fine. But for the fennec the idea of wearing clothes while in the privacy of his own living space was frustrating to say the least. And if today didn't go well, that frustration might well go on. And on. And on, for the best part of a year.

His old roommate had been great about it. Hadn't batted an eyelid at the thought or even the sight of the fennec sitting naked at his desk, slipping naked out of bed in the morning and reading naked while lying sprawled out during lazy summer afternoons. But alas, the zebra had transferred to another dorm building closer to his sophomore year classes, and thus Zajan had thrown himself back into the hellish limbo that was Freshman orientation. His new bunk buddy, quite literally given the set-up of these rooms, was supposed to be here any minute now, and beyond a name Zajan had absolutely nothing to go on about his new cohabitor for the year. Strict, religious homophobe? Gamer who streamed live on webcam till 3am every morning? Emo with a floppy fringe and a greater chance of writing depressive poetry than smiling on any given day?

Before the fennec could further depress himself by considering how any of those options or the countless other problematic outcomes he could foresee might pan out, he heard a knocking at the door. A gentle, almost imperceptible knock, but a knock nonetheless. He rose from where he was seated by his desk, glanced fondly but sorrowfully around the half-decorated room once more, and moved to open the door.

Outside, standing in the hallway with a single large cardboard box clutched in both arms and a large wheeled suitcase sitting behind him, was a solitary figure. No parents. No friends to help him move in. Just a tall, skinny rabbit... or, wait, was he a hare? Tan furred, broad eared... so yeah, definitely a hare rather than a bunny, standing and staring at the fennec in excruciating silent embarrassment. It took Zajan a moment to realise why, and he cursed as he suddenly stuck out a hand.

"Oh shit, sorry! Caught up in my own head there for a minute. I'm Zajan! You must be Sandy, right?"

The hare nodded nervously, glancing down at the box occupying both hands, then apologetically up at the fennec again. For a second time in a row Zajan cursed, then a third time inwardly; great first impressions!

"Fuck. Let me help you with that."

He took the box from the hare's arms, and very nearly toppled over backwards as he was shocked by its weight. The hare may not have been the most muscular figure he'd ever seen but he certainly had some strength about him. Sandy seemed to notice Zajan's struggle as he grabbed his suitcase and followed the staggering fennec into the room, for he immediately began to apologise. His voice was soft and gentle, not high pitched but edged with an innate nervousness.

"Oh g-gosh, I'm sorry. All my books are in there. I thought about separating them out so some went in my case, but I didn't want to risk damaging them."

After setting the box down on the empty desk at the right hand side of the room, Zajan chuckled as he rubbed his back, lifting his t-shirt to do so even. He turned back to face the hare, one eyebrow raised.

"It's okay. Just caught me off guard is all. So, are you studying English lit? Are those books for your first year's reading material or something?"

Sandy shook his head, ears wiggling rather adorably from side to side in the wake of each motion as he did so.

"Um, no. A-actually, I'm a theatre major. Or, I will be. Those books are just my favourites from home. I can't travel anywhere without at least a couple of them, and for a year... well, it was a challenge to cut it down to just this many. I'll need to see if there are any good thrift stores nearby that might have some of the classics to keep me going. I have a list of other books I haven't actually read yet too, but most of those are a bit more obscure. Then again in a college town like this one who knows, I might have good luck."

Zajan smiled as he listened to the hare talking, starting off so nervously but then going on and on, ever more eager and excitable as he talked about books. Without even turning around Sandy began to unpack his books, setting them out on the shelf that ran along the wall above his desk and chatting merrily away about why each one was so important to him, about other books of similar kinds that just didn't hold up, but how at the same time he knew each of them surely had something to offer to their fans too. It must have been two, maybe even three minutes later before Sandy's voice trailed off mid-way through a brief synopsis of the Invisible Man, at which point he turned around to face Zajan again, his face glowing crimson beneath his fur.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ramble. I... I just, books are my... my comfort zone. Y'know? They give me somewhere to go. Somewhere to... be, when things get a bit too much."

Even as he said that though his blush deepened, and he buried his head in his hands.

"God, I'm making a real mess of this, aren't I?"

By the time the hare raised his head again though, he jumped slightly as he saw that Zajan was now standing directly in front of him. The fennec was smiling, and though he waited till the hare was watching so he didn't scare the other guy unduly, he reached out and placed a gentle, reassuring hand upon Sandy's upper right arm.

"Hey, it's okay. First day at college, it's a big one. And... if it helps, you're making less of a mess than you think. I... and please tell me if this is a dumbass thing to say and we can forget I ever did, but... I think it's kind of sweet that you're so passionate about something like that."

Sandy's eyes widened, and though the blush on his face deepened even more so it was joined by a nervous, bashful smile. He looked down at the hand touching his arm, but just as Zajan was about to remove it, placed a hand of his own across that of the fennec.

"Um. T-thanks. I... I hope you still feel that way after a few days, or weeks, or months of living with me. If... u-uh... if you think we might work out as roommates, that is."

Zajan pulled his hand out from beneath the hare's own, but only so he could take that hand and finally shake it properly. He nodded, and beamed at Sandy while the hare stared down at his hand being so warmly and eagerly shaken, as though amazed this was happening rather than him being kicked back out of the door with his books.

"Oh, don't worry, man. Trust me, if anything's gonna spoil us being good roommates, and hopefully friends too, it's not gonna be your books. It'll be me."

Sandy giggled softly, but stopped when he saw the look on Zajan's face, the sincerity at least partially behind the fennec's words.

"O-oh?"

Zajan nodded, then let go of Sandy's hand and moved back towards his side of the room. To his closet, placing a hand upon the wood and smiling with strained false-confidence back at the hare.

"Yeah. So... uh... here's the thing about me."

***********

Zajan was up front about his situation. About his desire, he was always reluctant to use the word need to describe his preference for nudity, to be free from clothes when hanging out in private spaces like their dorm room. And, to his credit, Sandy didn't freak out. By the same token though he didn't immediately say he was cool with it. He said he'd think about it, and asked if perhaps they could get to know each other a bit better first. That was, whatever decision he made, they'd both know it was more likely to be the right one.

Thus, they ended up going out. Zajan changed out of his clingy sweat-pants and into a pair of tighter but less itchy jeans, and soon the two of them were continuing to get to know one another at one of the campus coffee shops, pretty busy with freshmen and their families settling in as well as plenty of other students re-uniting after a summer of separation from their closest friends. They sat, they drank not one but two coffees each, and they talked. To their mutual surprise, they talked for a long, long time, afternoon moving on towards evening as they covered topics ranging from their families to the reasons for them choosing this college and their specific degree programmes, all the way to favourite TV shows, favourite movies, bands, and of course books.

Basically the only thing they didn't talk about was the matter which hung like a constant and looming threat in the air around them, unspoken but ever present. At least, not until the end of their time at the coffee shop, at which point Sandy betrayed that just like Zajan it had been weighing heavily on his mind throughout all their other discussions.

"So... do you wanna grab some take-out on the way back to the dorm? I mean, if you wanna hang out and chat some more. It's totally cool if you've got Fresher stuff to do."

The hare shook his head, but as he began to speak the smile faded from his face, like he was unable to keep the words from spilling out of his mouth even as they did so.

"That sounds good. Take-out, I mean. I don't really have any plans for Orientation events until the start of actual Fresher's week on Monday. And, uh... y'know. If you wanna be naked while we eat... I... l-like, we could try it, if you want. I think I'll be okay, but... y'know, I just... I..."

They both fell silent. Deathly, agonisingly so. This was it. That horrifying moment which Zajan had dreaded. The moment when the new roommate tried to be cool with his nudist lifestyle, but simply wasn't. And they hadn't even made it through a single day.

Except... it didn't end there, for Sandy spoke again. He whimpered first of course, desperately nervous, overwhelmed by his own obvious social anxieties, but even that wasn't enough to keep him from saying what he needed to be said.

"I'm sorry, but... I know this isn't your problem, I... I just, I need to say it first. Otherwise, if you... when you find out later, I don't want you thinking that I was holding it back deliberately, trying to trick you into... I dunno, showing yourself to me, or something."

He took a deep breath. Then another, and another. And finally, he spoke. Just two words, but two words that made his prior nervousness make a lot more sense.

"I'm gay."

Zajan's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh."

The hare's own eyes grew wider too, as though he had expected a more... volatile response.

"O-oh?"

Smirking, the fennec chuckled and shook his head in apology.

"Sorry, I just... I expected you to say something like you found the idea freaky, sharing your room with a naked guy. I thought that maybe you were worried that just because I was naked, I might try something with you. I... I guess I never said, but, I'm actually bisexual. So... yeah. And, please, I hope you know I'd never think that just because you're gay, you'd take advantage of me being naked around you. I'm not so self-centred or moronic to think that just because a guy is gay he's out to fuck every other guy he sees."

Sandy smiled back, though even then it was still shaky, and it faded once more as he confessed to his reasoning.

"G-good. I'm sorry for even bringing it up like that. A-and... it's cool about you being bi too, obviously. It's just, I have known people like that before. Friends... well, past friends, who found out I was gay and suddenly had a problem with every time we'd gone to the local pool together, or changed together in high school gym. Acted like I was... I dunno, getting off on it or something."

Zajan sneered, his teeth baring for a moment before he remembered his manners.

"That fucking sucks, dude. I'm sorry. But... please, believe me when I say that won't happen with me. And, if I do get naked in front of you, and you aren't one hundred percent comfortable with it? Let me know. I won't take it personally even if it does mean we have to rethink our living situation. Coz... honestly? I think you're pretty great, and, whether we share a dorm or not, I'd like it if we could become better friends."

The hare's eyes bulged once more, but this time not in embarrassment, not in dismay.

"Y-yeah?"

The fennec rose to his feet, stepped around the table and placed a hand on Sandy's shoulder, reaching down with the other in an offer to help the hare up too. He nodded, smiling fondly down at the now bashfully, happily blushing lagomorph.

"Yeah. Now, c'mon. I wanna show you my favourite local take-out place. Do you like curry?"

Sandy murmured happily.

"Actually, it's my favourite."

A burst of laughter escaped Zajan's muzzle, and he wrapped one arm around the hare's shoulder as Sandy rose from his seat, squeezing affectionately for a moment before stepping away and towards the coffee shop door.

"Yeah? Then I don't think you have anything to worry about, Sandy. You're clearly a guy of exceptional taste, so I think this is going to be the beginning of a truly beautiful friendship."

***********

And it really was. Over the course of the Freshman Orientation week Sandy and Zajan were near inseparable, and that included simply hanging out in the dorm together. At first it had been a little awkward when they arrived back from some event together and there began the nervous dance of whether they had to ask or offer or state that it was fine for Zajan to remove his clothes, but honestly it had only taken a couple of days before as soon as the door closed behind them the fennec would strip down to his pale fur without a word, and Sandy would keep on chatting to him or busying himself with whatever matter was on his mind like nothing at all had happened.

In fact, more so than had ever been the case with his last roomie, Zajan didn't just feel comfortable being naked around Sandy, he felt good. He felt like the hare understood the relaxation and freedom his nudity granted him, in a strange way a similar feeling of security to that which the hare had described finding in his books. Beyond even that though, there was more. More reasons for Zajan feeling at ease, and more reasons for Sandy to feel equally at home.

Little by little, as that first week passed and a second began with classes mere days away, Zajan noticed something about the hare in the time they spent together. He noticed it at first as they were getting ready to go out one day, him putting on his underwear, trousers, shirt... the usual, and turning his head briefly to see Sandy also rooting around in his own closet, hips swaying to the music they'd been listening to as they read and browsed the web in casual conversation, his cute ass dressed in nothing more than his boxer briefs. After that, the fennec noticed it more and more. That while Sandy was never naked as he found himself so often, the other man was most definitely not fully clothed, and when they entered a room together it was not at all uncommon to see Sandy's clothes more gradually fall off of him over the following half hour or so, ending up with a very comfy, relaxed hare lounging around in only whatever underwear he was wearing that day.

And that could well have been the resting point. The comfortable, safe and friendly equilibrium in which these two burgeoning best friends found themselves. They were both so happy to have found one another. So glad to have met and been paired up with a roommate who got them. Who complimented them, not only amplifying their strengths, but supporting their weaknesses too. But, beyond all that, they could both feel something else swelling. Something they tried at first to ignore, for it seemed like a threat to the comfort and security they had so quickly built into their rapport with one another. The more they hung out though, and the more they delighted in doing so, the harder it was to ignore.

Feelings were developing.

Romantic feelings.

And with romance, of course, came physical attraction.

Thus it came to pass that one day, after arriving home with arms laden with take-out and snacks for them to enjoy in the last full night and day before classes began, Zajan noticed something odd about Sandy's behaviour. The hare remained clothed. As they dolled out their dinner, as they ate and chatted and laughed. The day was warm. The dorm room, and the food they were eating, was hot. But still, Sandy remained fully dressed right down to socks. It was only when Zajan and the hare had finished their meal however, and the fennec offered his empty plate towards the other male, suspicions truly began to develop that something was amiss.

"Hey, since you're still dressed, would I be a total asshole to say that if you go and rinse off the plates tonight I'll do it for the next two dinners we eat here?"

It was at that point Sandy tensed up, visibly, obviously so, and began to stammer. To stutter and fumble over his words even worse than he had the first time they met.

"I... u-uh, maybe in a bit. I was just going to... y'know... um, read a little first, and then... maybe... w-well... I thought you could just, perhaps..."

And all the while, as he stumbled and failed to form more than a few coherent words in a string, he remained seated. Seated very much upright, very stoically and most importantly of all, with either the angle of his body, some object, or his hands covering his lap at all times without fail.

The classic, undeniable signs of a man with a problem downstairs which just would not go away.

Only when Zajan raised a hand did Sandy fall abruptly silent, though he gave a strained, shocked cry of dismay when the fennec rose from his seat, took the plate that was resting on the hare's lap away and set all their dinnerware down upon the desk nearby. He returned, and stood in front of Sandy as the shivering, bashfully blushing freshman stared down at the floor, utterly refusing to make contact not just with Zajan's eyes but any part of the fennec's form above his ankles.

Another, louder whimper escaped him when Zajan fell to his knees before the hare, and another still, the most desperate and dismayed yet, when Zajan whispered two simple words.

"It's okay."

He reached out for Sandy's hands. Clasped his own hands around them despite the hare's brief gasps of protest, and pulled them away from the crotch of Sandy's slacks. Sandy's obviously tented, stretched out slacks.

"I... no. No it's not. I'm so sorry, Zajan. I... I didn't want to... t-to feel like... like this. We're friends. Such good friends. A-and now..."

His voice trailed off in a stunned, confused moan as he watched the fennec's fingers slip yet further forward, and listened to Zajan whisper to him in a low, tender growl once again.

"And now, we realise that we both feel like something more than just friends."

He began to unbutton the hare's slacks. Then to tease them down, slipping his fingers around the other man's underwear and tugging them slowly southward at the same time. All the while he continued to talk. To reassure. To bring Sandy out of that fearful state in which he could currently see him, and back to the comfort and calm he was more used to seeing the hare expressing around him.

"You hear me? We both feel it. And I don't know about you... but... I'm so glad. So glad that we can both... feel this."

And as he put the emphasis on that penultimate word, that was when Sandy's erection sprang free. That was when the truth was revealed in its near seven inches of slender but rock hard glory, and Zajan's coaxing, spoken attempts at reassurance were replaced by a different form of comfort. A warm muzzle. A rough tongue. A tender, gentle pace of saliva moistened lips bobbing up and down upon a rigid length of manhood. And a pair of eyes, wide and hungry, gazing between the crotch upon which his muzzle was now fixated, and the handsome, adorable hare's face blushing so brightly before him.

Slowly, gently, not rushing or pushing anything to give Sandy at least a small chance of recovering before he pressed for anything else, Zajan suckled upon the hare's cock with the same abundant affection he would have done anything, sexual or otherwise, for his roommate and dear friend. He soon began to smile around his muzzleful of cock of course, feeling the trembling touch of Sandy's fingertips against his head, unsure at first where to land but soon instinctively beginning to stroke. To caress. He growled happily when Sandy first began to caress the insides of his ears, gently rubbing the delicate flesh between forefinger and thumb, and chuckled through his mouthful when the hare uttered his first words since their feelings had been betrayed by his uncontrolled arousal.

"I... o-oohh... I told myself I wouldn't do this. I told myself we'd be friends, a-and... no matter how nice you were, I wouldn't start wanting more. W-why... why do you have to be so nice? So sweet a-and... friendly, and... oh god. So hot."

Zajan drew back from his mouthful of hare hard-on, giggling and licking his lips, delighting in how the sight of him doing so made Sandy shudder and his cock throb hungrily.

"Because you deserve it. All those things. All my friends deserve to be treated kindly, and with respect, with all the warmth I have to give."

Leaning in once again, Zajan kissed the tip of the hare's cock, drawing a loud, lustful moan from Sandy's lips. He grinned, and winked up at the blushing, squirming hare.

"But you in particular? You deserve more than that. And... while before I thought the best I could do was look out for another nice guy to deserve you in this way. I'm so glad you proved me wrong. I'm so glad I can have this chance to fight for you. To... to deserve you myself."

He bobbed all the way down to the base of Sandy's cock once more, and when there with the entirety of the hare's length inside his muzzle gave a brief, fierce surge of suction. Sandy's eyes bulged. The hare wailed in pleasure, drumming his feet against the legs of the desk chair at which he was seated. And then, with a playful smile and a flick of his long, tufted tail, the fennec fox swung around and rose to his feet once more, darting over across the room to their bunk-beds.

Sliding into his bunk, the bottom one, Sandy reached over for his bedside cabinet. He pulled out two items, and tossed them onto the bed behind where he was kneeling before straightening up. His lithe, pale furred figure waved its tail and buttocks back towards the semi-naked and still stunned, staring hare, and he giggled as he more directly made clear what his actions seemed to have failed to get through Sandy's haze of bashful excitement.

"This is the part where you take your clothes the rest of the way off. Where you get that cute cock of yours over here, use these things I just happen to have lying around..."

Zajan nodded to the items upon the bed behind him, wiggling his toes mere inches away from the loose, still closed condom wrapper and the small bottle of lubricant.

"...and fuck me, like you've been waiting to do it since the moment we met."

And though he blushed. Though he whimpered and shivered and looked so very embarrassed as he stripped off the remainder of his clothes and padded across the room to crawl for the first time into the bottom rather than the top bunk, Sandy did exactly as Zajan suggested. He stared at the fennec's wiggling, hypnotically swinging hips and ass while slipping on the condom and lubricating it. He moaned and gasped even more heavily than he had during the fennec's blowjob as he shuffled up the bed closer and closer to Zajan's waiting body. But when he reached out to grasp the fennec by the hips, he did so with an assurance that proved to Zajan this was not Sandy's first time. And then, as Zajan leaned forward and pressed his hips back to offer Sandy an ever more prime target, the hare broke through his bashfully re-enforced restraints.

The hare didn't just fuck Zajan. He fucked the hell out of the fennec, and as he began to slide his thankfully well lubed cock in and out of the other man's tight ass it didn't take long for the rhythm and direction of his thrusts to begin provoking loud, desperate yelps of pleasure from the fennec. Each inward stroke didn't just hit his prostate, it dragged the condom-clad length of Sandy's cock directly across it with excruciatingly pleasurable impact. Each retreat was as rapid and smooth as each inward strike was deep and earth-shattering in its impact.

Within two minutes, Zajan's cries were echoing around their dorm room. Within five the fennec was panting and grunting as he felt thick streaks of pre-cum gushing from his own erection, lashing the pillow he was meant to be sleeping on that night as his clawed fingertips dug into the fabric of the college pennant hung against the wall at the head of his bunk. And before even ten minutes of their first ever fuck had passed by...

"Oohhh... Sandy, I... ah..."

The whole bed shook as the blur of the hare's hips pounded Zajan's ass, Sandy's own moans muffled as he nuzzled and kissed down at the left side of Zajan's neck but the fennec loud enough for both of them.

"Sandy, p-please... I'm... g-going to..."

Only then, with one hand already wrapped around Zajan's torso for leverage, did Sandy's free paw descend upon the fennec's own cock. He stroked it. Squeezed. Massaged the swollen knot. And with a strangled yelp from Zajan and a long, giddy moan from Sandy as he watched hot ribbons of rich white seed lash out across the fennec's pillow and the wall behind his bunk, Zajan surrendered all control as Sandy drove him to one of the most spectacularly intense and lengthy orgasms of his life.

"Cum with me! O-ohhhhhhh god, Sandy... cum. Cum!"

It was only then, as Zajan howled in orgasm and felt Sandy giving in to his own lusts, hips beginning to twitch with a frantic irregularity that could only mean one thing, that both men realised precisely what they were doing. How fast all of this had happened, and how desperately they had both flung themselves at the opportunity. Even as they clutched at one another and came together with moans and whimpers and gasps of bliss, they could feel their hearts and minds shifting the pleasure from a sensation of pure lust and satisfaction to something deeper. Something intimately entwined with the friendship they had already built, but in itself a whole new thing.

They collapsed to the bed, shaking, giggling in their shared post-orgasmic reverie, Sandy lying flat over Zajan as the fennec tried and failed not to rest his head upon his cum-streaked pillow.

They kissed, once their bodies had separated at least. They cuddled. They spoke, whispering, giggling, blushing. Not embarrassed, not abashed by one another's nakedness or arousal any more when it inevitably and eagerly returned.

And then they slept. Wrapped up in each other, but not a stitch of clothing or even bedding, pressed together on the bottom bunk amidst the scents and moisture of their newfound and shared lewdness.

And it was on that day, at the end of Freshman Orientation and just a day before classes began, that the two roommates found their ideal situation. Not merely as friends or any with benefits variations thereupon. Not simply a matter of calling themselves lovers or anything so complex as that.

All that they needed to achieve perfect harmony, to allay all their worries and nerves about who was comfortable with whom and in what way, was this.

The two of them in a single bunk, and the other empty. Satisfied. Wearied by their own sexual desires now spent. And embracing, clutching at one another as sleep overtook them.

And if they had to repeat that, night after night, month after month for this year and perhaps the next couple to come, well... so be it.

By Jeeves

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