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"I don't know how I feel about this, man," Blake stated, unrest clear in his tone.

The fennec didn't have much of a choice when it came to prom. He either went and felt bad about it later, or he went and sat alone for the entire time, but at least went for his senior year. After all, he missed out on going for the past three years since no one bothered to even ask him, and the poor guy never had to courage to go up to ask someone to be his date to the prom.

Sure, there were people who went all the time without dates, just going for the good time, dancing, and the possibility of picking up on someone who may or may not be single. He huffed. No one bothered to ask him anyway. Why would anyone ask him to be their date now? Not only would that put him in a very uncomfortable position, but he would feel like the last result anyone would ever have during their final year in high school. He didn't want to be that, though. The 'last resort' nametag would only have more damage than actual positivity.

But where was he now? Oh, he was in the back of a limo, a black, newly polished, old style, limo that was rented all the time during this time of the year. He appreciated the black leather seats, nice air conditioning, and the rented suit that had been measured according to his body--a thin, sleek black one that matched his lithe and unmuscular body.

The car wasn't his, though. His friend, who was sitting beside him looking happy and full of glee, was getting ready to pour himself a glass of wine that his parents had given him for the night. The cheetah was almost like the fennec in body type, attitude, and habits, yet they were easily contrasting forces. Whereas Blake was thin, kinda weak, and meek, his friend was twenty times outgoing, slightly more muscular, and had an upbeat attitude that almost made the fennec wish he had a quarter of what he had.

Still, he and Alex, the cheetah friend, were the best of friends. Even though the feline could party as if there was no time to stop him, the guy still had a heart enough to recognize an unyielding friend. Blake remembered him from early kindergarten, and since then, they had been friends with only minor fluctuations, easily mended over some time.

Up until now, Blake hadn't really thought about going to his senior prom dance. He didn't go last year or the year before that. Ugh, he made sure to make it a rule to not go as a freshman. That would be embarrassing. Only freshmen were foolish enough to waste prom that year, only diminishing the significance of it their junior or senior years.

They still did it though, and he gave up on trying to reason with them.

What was the theme this year? It was like, old British times, if he remembered correctly. Guys were supposed to dress up with, like, old style British outfits, kinda like the prince in _Cinderella,_or something along those lines. Girls could dress up in their regular dresses but had to make them look a little more authentic and believable for the time period.

Yeah, he was sure princes or royals didn't wear tuxedos back then, but he honestly didn't feel like going out to find attire like that when his uncle owns a tuxedo shop and got him a major discount. That made him a little happy. If he got it back to his uncle before tomorrow at noon, and yes, prom was on a Friday, he could keep it in case something important came his way. His uncle was always the best when it came to stuff like that. He should be able to get it back to the old guy before the weekend was over. After all, what was he going to do for two or three days with a rented tux?

Anyway, he tugged at the bow tie a few times, only to be tapped softly on the hand. "Stop messing with that. Tying a bowtie ain't easy, you know."

He knew his friend was just toying with him, but he stopped and sighed. "Yeah, sorry about that." He propped up his elbow and looked out the tinted window. Just the buzz of the city around him to keep his eyes wandering.

Alex leaned forward from his parallel seat and patted the fox's shoulder. "C'mon, man, can you at least try to look happy? It's your last year."

"I know, I know," the fennec sighed, pressing his long ears against his head. "Uh, thanks for inviting me, by the way. I didn't really expect you to."

The feline chuckled lightly. "No problem. Besides, I had to get you off those computer games anyway or else you were gonna spend sixty bucks on another new game or something."

"Hey, I don't spend them on poorly made games anyway!" The fennec blushed, knowing that he did spend quite some money on those games. Some were just too good to resist and others were to just keep him occupied for the week. "Steam" did make it difficult for him to keep good track of his money after all.

His friend found the defensive fennec funny. "You can play your games tomorrow, dude. I like my fair share of PS4 now and then, but I can't stand it every day of the week. Jesus Christ, no."

Blake folded his arms across his chest, relaxing against his seat. "Well, I don't have parties to go to when I'm invited, in which I'm never invited."

"Hey, I offered--,"

"You know I don't...party. Not since last time," the vulpine cut him off, looking away.

A few moments of silence passed between them. In that time, he heard his friend sigh then shift from his parallel seat to the fennec's. He still remembered the last time he went to a party with his feline friend a year ago, for that memory was still burned inside his head. He regretted accepting the invite every single day thereafter, but he couldn't undo what had been done.

"Dude, that's all in the past," his friend reminded him since he had been there as well and saw it all go down. "Nothing like that's gonna happen here."

The fox sighed. "Dude, you didn't have Coolade poured all over you, intentionally, from the second floor. You didn't have a dozen guys getting all in your face and call you a 'queer', a 'fag', or a 'cocksucker'. You didn't have to get tossed out, literally, and will yourself not to cry on the sidewalk."

Alex looked away and sighed again. "They were all mostly from that homophobic school, dude. At least our school has the common decency to see that people need to be accepted, despite gender, sexual orientation, or whatever. That's why we have clubs for that and they don't."

"But you didn't cry yourself to sleep that night," Blake reminded him. "It took a long time to get that stuff out of my fur. I was scared to go to school months after all that happened. Sure, they were arrested for being drunk and smoking and all, but the damage had already been done, man. That's why I don't go out and party 'cause of stuff like that. 'Least you're straight."

"Dude, I know you're gay and I'm straight, but titles like that mean nothing when you have a heart that accepts people for who they are. So, you like guys instead of girls. So someone worships Lucifer instead of God. So someone wants to change their gender. I'm not gonna judge on that. So long as they are people, I'm gonna respect them and treat them equally whether I like them or not--and you know I love people like you."

"But--,"

"But nothing. I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't think if it was okay or not. They have security guards for things like this. You won't have to worry about becoming the Coolade Guy for a night." He chuckled, ruffling the fennec's neatly brushed hair.

Blake playfully pushed his friend. "Oh, go fuck yourself." He giggled, actually brightening up just a bit.

"That's the fox I know and love," the cheetah chuckled back.

The limo made a slow turn into the long road filled with other fancy looking cars. Blake looked out the window and watched as juniors and seniors alike walked from their nice cars all the way to the massive and damn well impressive building that waited at the end of the street. He spotted long rows of gardens, bushes, and trees all aligned perfectly down the long lawn, flattering the building in very pretty and extravagant ways.

His eyes picked up on the bright lights that lined the sidewalks, flickering on and off after a certain period of time yet could still look beautiful and vibrant from afar. Small sections on both sides of the large looking building had large canvases with a beautiful backround and a camera man waiting behind his professional lens to snap the perfect shot of a prom couple who would cherish this moment for months, maybe even years, to come.

Blake noticed that they were reaching the front door and readied himself to step out for the first time. He made sure his white gloves looked neat and well and fastened his bowtie back in place after fiddling with it earlier. Though he didn't expect to be here, especially in this nice of a ride, he wanted to look presentable once outside for everyone to see.

The driver eventually pulled up and stopped near the front doors where the duo stepped out and looked at everything for the first time. Three rows of red carpets had been laid out with golden looking boarders while fake wines wrapped around the eight widely spaced white marble columns. Bright yellow lights were hung up at the triangle shaped roof of the building, giving the pair a nice look of the interior of the building. The committee had told him the name of this place beforehand, but the name was eluding the fox for a few some seconds. Le Beau Palais? Yeah, that was the name. He remembered that it was French for 'the Beautiful Palace'. Well, this place wasn't really a palace but it was still damn impressive to just stand in front of it, let alone they would soon been standing inside it.

Up the set of stone stairs waited about four men wearing very authentic, royal British garb that--yes, looked very much like the outfit that prince wore in the movie--actually stunned the duo. They smiled and nodded to each other, but before Blake followed his friend up the stairs, he took out his wallet and ran to the driver, handing him a fifty.

"What's this?" the driver asked, obviously baffled to be paid such a large amount. He had already been paid to chauffeur the pair to the building, but he must've been surprised by the sheer value of tip.

The fennec smiled. "It's a tip. You know, for driving me and him here and all."

"Well, thank you, kid," the man smiled back. "But I don't know if its right to accept this."

The fox shook his head. "Take it. It's my gift to you."

Without another word, Blake jogged away. Even if he didn't enjoy his night, the least he could do was let someone else enjoy theirs even if he barely knew the guy as a whole. He held no regrets, save for the fact he was here and not playing another game off of "Steam".

The fennec finally reached his friend, who was waiting patiently for him. "Sorry about that. Just had to do my good deed for the day."

His friend shrugged and smiled. "No problem. I've already gotten us in. Let's check this place out."

There was no argument from the other, and so they dove into the establishment as quick as they could. However, before they were ten feet into the large building, they heard a loud shriek come from a large group of girls. Blake covered his very sensitive, large ears and groaned. The only reason a group of girls like that would shriek is if some to die for hot guy just walked in. The fennec let his curiosity get the best of him and turned to see who it was.

He wished he hadn't.

Walking up the stone steps behind him, already checking in with the man up front, was probably the hottest guy in the entire school, and every girl in the room, along with Blake, agreed he was a h-o-t-t-i-e. Jason Maverick--star quarterback for the past two seasons, ace pitcher for the baseball team, and, surprise for everyone, a marching band guy who played trumpet during halftime. Overall, he was, by far, one of the top five most well-rounded individuals in the school. Though his grades were good, they were nothing compared to the brainiacs in the school, but he was happy enough with them regardless. If he wasn't the most magnificent, well-mannered, gorgeous stallion on the planet, Blake was sure he could defeat Liam Hemsworth in hotness.

The fox didn't even notice his friend was tugging at his shoulder as Blake stared in awe at the stallion, trying his best to not drool. The senior wore an outfit very similar to the ones those men wore outside, yet his was black--contrasting his vanilla fur--with some sort of bronze colored design on the front that covered up his chest, vaguely resembling wings and leaves of plants. The coat trailed to his knees in the back, willing the fennec to look even lower, finding his pants were bright white with an old-style, gold-colored belt keeping them up. The only thing he and the stallion had in common had to be the white gloves that were fastened neatly to his hands.

It surprised Blake that the horse wasn't as buff as his equine brethren. The guy was much thinner but toned with distinct muscles that many senior guys could be jealous of. The vulpine's smaller, thinner body was nothing compared to the might that those muscles had to have. Even the stallion's hair was neatly brushed, along with his silken white mane that had the fox jealous a little. Why couldn't he have hair like that?

Blake watched as the stallion smiled on his way in, quickly being surrounded by a large group of girls dressed in very nice attire, but even Blake could notice that they were all sluts who only prettied themselves up to catch some boys off-guard for some post-prom sex. They were desperate, to say the least. Blake didn't care. His attention was focused solely on the horse smiling at them and greeting them kindly.

Amongst his gawking, his feline friend finally grew fed up with tugging on the fox and shook him instead, breaking his will off the stallion to return to reality once more. His fantasies though, now those were never going to leave his mind though.

"Christ, what's gotten into you, man? You literally stood there for, like, five minutes looking at Jason," Alex's tone was very urgent, but still somewhat playful.

"You just answered your own question, dude," the fennec replied, turning his head to gaze at the equine once more.

His friend turned his head back. "Dude, I get it. The guy's probably the best looking guy in the school--and I don't mean that in a gay way. But, come on, the dude's obviously straight."

That struck a nerve, making the fennec blush. "Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I can't dream about him."

Alex sighed, letting go of the fox. "You just dream about him and leave the details about him out, alright?"

Blake giggled, rolling his eyes. "Well, a gay guy can dream about sharing a bed with someone like--,"

"Ooookay! Moving on!" His friend grabbed the fennec's wrist and pulled him forward. Blake couldn't help but snicker, knowing Alex hated details like that. He accepted gays, but he didn't want to hear about what goes bump in the night.

There was still much more of the place to see anyway, so Blake could dream and fantasize as much as he wanted to while they made their way in. The interior was pretty large itself. Many red banners with their school's mascot on the front were strewn from the second floor while red carpets lined the floors leading from one place to the next. Signs were posted along the different corridors saying bathroom, ballroom, pictures, and others. As they neared the ballroom, Blake's ears finally picked up on the music playing on the inside. Hopefully they wouldn't be dancing to slow-moving country music all night or else Blake was going to find the nearest chair and corner and sit there for the entire night. God, he hated country music.

That didn't seem to be the case, though. He could definitely hear some loud beats in the ballroom, along with some tracks he definitely recognized from the Today's Hits charts. Shakira, Katy Perry, Fall Out Boy, Karmin, and even David Guetta. The music had his tail swaying a little bit, but he hushed it down once they neared the massive room blocked by two serious looking guards--wearing their appropriate prom attire. Blake snickered.

"Ticket's please," one of them asked, holding out his hand.

While Alex rummaged through his pocket for the tickets, Blake waited patiently until they were admitted in. He leaned back and lost his footing for a split second, only to fall back on something he didn't realize was there.

"You okay, man?" he heard a rumbly voice come from behind that he could tell from another country.

He shuddered before getting back on his feet, turning around to face the stallion behind him. The fox pressed his ears against his head and closed his mouth, which he was well aware of was hanging. If the fennec died today, he would have completely no regrets of coming here. So long as he could feast his eyes on the stallion up close and personal, he was content with dying right then and there, which was exactly what he felt like doing. Not only dying, but he wanted to throw up as well--just not in front of the stallion.

He was just as hot up close! Damn! Blake's mind had a hard time determining reality from fiction. He could see everything about the guy just from that split second of gazing. Those bright green eyes shined down upon the fox almost like a ray of sunshine, and he had to resist the painful urge to touch that magnificent body.

God, save him now.

The horse tilted his head, smiling. "You okay, man? Is something wrong?"

"Uhh...what?" the fox said, already having half a mind to punch himself across the face. Really? Was that all his mind would allow him to say? His brain was fucking him over in the worst of ways right now.

The equine chuckled lightly, making the fox shudder. "I asked if you were okay, man. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? If so, I'm very sorry."

Blake felt his face flush red, yet all he did was shake his head. "No, no, no, no, no! It's...its fine, really. I just...missed my footing is all, and I didn't know you were there. I'm the one who's sorry. Uhh...sorry about that."

Another deep chuckle came from the guy. "Ah, don't worry about it. It's fine. You're...Black, right?"

Even though the horse mispronounced his name, the fox had to bite his tongue not to smile like a stupid idiot. "It's...Blake."

"Blake! Oh, duh! Jesus, I'm such as dumbass!" Jason groaned, making the fennec gulp a few times. "Sorry about that. Hundreds of names in the school--all difficult to remember, huh?"

"Y-yeah, must be," Blake nervously replied, feeling his entire body tremble out of fear.

He saw Jason tilt his head again, this time with a puzzled look on his face. "Is something wrong? I'm not scaring you, am I?"

He said the first thing that came to mind. "A little bit."

"Oh," Jason said.

Blake caught himself and did his best to fix the problem. "B-but in a good way! Not in that bad oh, I'm terrified that you're gonna kill me way, but in that oh, I messed up and this guy's a lot bigger than me way."

Even Blake had a hard time figuring out what he had just said. Did anything he say make sense while he talked to the most handsome guy on the planet? Well, nothing else seemed to exist while he was talking to the horse, so he guessed that he had to be dreaming at this moment. Maybe he wasn't even here. Maybe he was back at home and he had just passed out from playing his games. That was a possibility. Or maybe he really was here and he was screwing up big time.

Either option was equally as bad.

A few seconds of silence, or what counted as silence, before the horse chuckled. "Sorry if I scare you like that, man. Heh, I, uh, tend to do that to a lot of people that meet me for the first time. It's a really bad first impression on my part. Sorry."

Goddammit, Blake thought, why does he have to be so damn hot even when he's apologizing? The fox was feeling like a sack of shit while the horse was still happy and merry as ever, only making Blake feel even worse. It seemed the horse noticed and leaned down, looking the guy in the eyes. Blake knew his face was on fire just from the close contact. All he saw were green orbs and a sly smile.

"You know, shy guys like you are always cute."

Without another word, the stallion stood back up, handed the guard the ticket, and walked inside the ballroom.

Blake sat alone during most of the dance.

Though some songs got his tail swishing this way and that for some time, it only took a few seconds for him to go back to being lonely and kinda confused. Sure, the ballroom was very impressive--large chandelier, big wide open space for couples or groups to dance as they saw fit, and a huge table filled with an assortment of finger foods, drinks, and treats. The back of the room where the DJ was set up had a back patio that stretched into the beautiful lake and willow tree that had a large gazebo with couples there as well. That would be a nice place for a good picture.

He just couldn't bring himself to go out there just to enjoy the view. The fox was happy enough to sit there and watch his classmen dance, laugh, and smile without even noticing him. He didn't mind though. They had their prom dates, and they didn't need to worry about someone like him. Hell, even his friend Alex was having a good time dancing with a new girl every now and then, picking up their numbers like they were raining down upon him. Alex always did have a way with women whereas Blake had such a difficulty with men.

A lot of gay guys from their club had come with their dates and were happy themselves. At least homophobia in his school was much, much less than it had been at that other school. Jesus, he still hated that school to this day. Sure, he was open about his gayness but no one really ever took him up on it, not even the gay guys in his school. He figured they all had boyfriends or the girls might have girlfriends. It didn't bother him though.

Okay, it did bother him but only just a little. Okay, it bothered him more than he believed it did. How could he not find someone to have fun with? He didn't want to bother Alex even though they were friends, but he also didn't feel he had the courage to go up and ask someone if they wanted to dance with him. He found himself going to the table of food and drinks a few times just to forget he was there for the time being.

The snacks were able to state off his growing boredom for a while as he continued to sit alone. Dozens of tables with white countertops, exquisite plates and utensils, and a fake plant in the center kept the place looking classy despite the upbeat pulse of the room constantly shifting. For the most part, though, everyone stayed on the dance floor with few coming to rest their legs at the nearest table, more than likely looking for food and drinks.

Blake could already tell someone had spiked the punch. Just from a slight glance up from his favorite white spot on the table, he could see a few people stumbling left and right with their voices jumbled and confused as they tried to form complete sentences, but could not. The fox chuckled several times as a few couples were forced to leave early into the night while the caterers had to take the punch out and replace it with a new bowl. Well, at least Blake was able to hold off his growing boredom for a while, even with entertainment like that.

Not long after, he found something else to keep his mind wandering. Well, really it was someone. The fox found himself drawn to Jason Maverick once more, finding his eyes locked on the stallion, fixated on the elegance and charm the guy gave off just from his looks and stature. He looked regal, in a sense, almost as if he belonged in a royal bloodline. That sure wouldn't surprise Blake, much.

"As if someone like him would really care about someone like me," he told himself, wishing he could believe it.

In reality, he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night with the equine. Even his legs wanted to pull him forward, as if the horse was the center of gravity in the room. It grew much more difficult as the night went on, finding the stallion dancing with a new girl every now and then. He was single anyways, and the fox was almost sure that he would have a girlfriend by the end of the night.

But was what he said true? No straight guy would tell a gay guy that they were cute when shy. In fact what muscle-induced, testosterone pulled, helmet head would call a gay guy, who was also a loner, cute? Oh, maybe it happened in Glee or maybe on another TV show, but Blake doubted anything like that would ever happen in real life like his.

He still couldn't forget the tone the equine had when he said it. It was kinda playful, but also serious in a sense. Maybe he was bisexual and just favored both parties equally, yet he leaned more so to the women rather than the men. Maybe he had a secret boyfriend and no one knew about it. That would be a sucker punch to the face to everyone he met, especially to Blake. The same could be said about having a secret girlfriend, which would be two punches to the face instead.

The fox couldn't deny his attraction to the guy. The stallion was as handsome as handsome came, possibly even dead on pure hotness. The way he swayed his hips to the music, the way he laughed with his light and carefree tone, and how he held others they had the privilege to dance with him. Hell, Blake would feel like the most honored person in the entire room to get a chance with that guy! He doubted such a chance would be given to him. Nothing ever turned out real when it was portrayed in movies after all.

Just as he was ready to leave for yet another small cake, probably his fourth for the night, he heard a high pitched sound break through the music, causing everyone to stop dancing and chatting. Well, at least he didn't have to hear that country song that just came on the track. Yuck.

He turned his attention to the wolf standing at the front of the room. He dressed much similar to Jason but had his own style. "I'd like to ask everyone to take their seats. We're about to announce the Prom King and King!"

Loud cheering came from the crowd on the floor. Prom King and King...a tradition that started roughly eight years ago. With the number of gays rising, the prom committee knew they had to change up the rules a little since some would be running with their mates. So, they decided on a new tradition that would change every year. If two men, without names being revealed, they would announce King and King, but if two girls won it, it would be Queen and Queen, and then the old tradition with equal votes from both parties for a girl and guy--Prom King and Queen.

The two kings hadn't been announced yet, but the committee had announced that two guys had received the most votes and stated they would make it Prom King and King this year. It was another sign that gays were openly accepted at the school with very minor hate against them.

The crowd slowly disbanded as individuals and groups made haste to the nearest vacant table. Others went to the snack table to quench the hunger they amounted during their rigorous and, somewhat erotic, dancing. Many avoided the fox though. Not all though, but most of them. His friend, Alex, sat down right next to him with a small plate full of treats and two cups of punch.

He handed a cup to the fox. "Here."

Blake looked up at the guy. "I dunno." Unsureness prominent in his eyes.

His friend chuckled. "Relax. I've already had a few cups, and I'm not drunk. They're clean."

Deciding his friend had to be telling the truth, the fox smiled and took the cup graciously. One sip told him it had to be Cherry Coke, which happened to be his favorite Coke out of the bunch. The drink perked him up enough to focus his senses once more.

"Thanks, man," he thanked, setting the half empty cup on the table.

"No problem," the cheetah smiled, taking a bite out of one of the tiny cupcakes. The fox watched as his friend smiled and let out a contented purr, nearly making Blake snort out laughing.

While they waited, the fox leaned back in his chair. "So, who do you think is gonna be Prom King and King?"

His friend shook his head in reply. "I got no clue. If its something like this, you know the couple have to be two gay guys like you, right?"

He nodded back. "Yeah, but I have no idea who is gay in the school and who isn't."

"You never bothered to get to know them?" he asked back.

The fennec shrugged. "I have my computer and my games. When's the last time you saw anyone at my house other than my folks, yourself, and me?"

"Point taken," Alex replied.

Blake sighed, folding his arms across his chest. "Besides, those who know the gay couples in the school might be able to pick out the couples themselves. Shouldn't be a shock to many."

"Yeah, you're right," his friend nodded in agreement.

"I guess we're probably the only ones who are out of the loop," Blake stated.

His friend wasn't so sure. "Actually, now that I think about it, didn't we have a Prom King and King three years ago?"

The fox thought about it and nodded. "Uh, yeah. They're names were...Cody and Marcus, right?"

Alex nodded. "Yeah, I remember them. From what I heard though, they weren't gay or a couple. They were actually both straight."

Blake leaned forward with a puzzled look. "Wait, come again?"

"They weren't gay or a couple, dude," his friend repeated. "I mean, we all assume that most Kings and Kings are gay and all Queens and Queens are lesbians, right? Now that I remember, it was six years ago that the school had two queens, and they weren't lesbians. They had boyfriends but were still crowned and danced together."

This all confused the fox, but he managed to fill in the bits and pieces with the passing seconds. "So, you're telling me, and, honestly, I did not know this, that the two kings may or may not be gay?"

His friend nodded. "That's the gist of it. So, you and I could be paired, or two other guys, gay or not, could be paired up as the kings. Christ, I completely forgot about that."

Well, it seems the fox had forgotten about such things happening as well. In truth, he probably wasn't even listening or paying attention when they made all those rules. More than likely, he was zoning out doing his work rather than listening to announcements like that. It wasn't like he cared either way. The odds of him being one of those kings were as slim as him winning the lottery against seven billion others. It's not like the title meant anything to him either. He was here for his friend more than himself.

His train of thought was, once again, cut off by the same squeaky microphone which cut through all the conversations in the room, forcing everyone to stay quiet. The same wolf stood on a tall podium, holding two envelopes. Those obviously had to have the names of the two winners. Blake had one of the closer seats to the front yet still rested primarily in the shadows, making it so he could stay invisible for most of the ceremony.

Not far from his table was the stallion he was falling head over heels over. The guy stood closer to the front but exactly beside the fox, except for the fact that he was, like, twenty feet away from him. He shot quick glances over his shoulder at the taller guy, feeling his face flush red. He turned his head back to the front once the stallion changed his gaze over to the fox for a few brief seconds.

This ceremony could not end soon enough. Once the two kings were announced, he would have to find some way to persuade Alex to leaving so he didn't have to watch all the coupled individuals' slow dance for the next while, forcing the fox into more emotional turmoil.

The wolf cleared his throats while the bright spotlights from the second floor were all directed right at him. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 2014 Le Beau Palais Prom! I can see a ton of you dressed up for tonight's dance and crowning! I like that!"

Blake groaned. He did not want to hear this guy go on and on about how he was glad to be here. He wanted the crowning to be over and done with so he could drag his friend out of the place and get home before midnight.

"Alright, I'm gonna skip all the major formalities and just get onto the crowning, alright? I mean, come on, that's what we're all waiting on, right?"

Well, at least he wasn't going to go on for the next ten minutes with his overly-positive attitude. Blake found himself listening close, and how could he not? His long ears heard just about everything from the rabble behind him, to the sex-talk going on a few feet away from him, and the cursing of brainiacs on the fact they made less than a one-hundred on their test earlier.

"Alright, I have the first king of the night right here," he said, opening the envelope to pull out a vanilla colored card with a red stamp on the front. "And the first of your 2014 Prom King and King is the man who drove us all the way to the championships this year, the one, and the only, Jason Maverick!"

Applause erupted from the entire room. Blake had trouble covering up his long ears with the volume they were putting out. He could hear everyone whistle and cheer like crazy while the spot light shined down upon Jason. The stallion smiled and waved to the crowd, saying kind thank-yous to everyone close around him.

"That's my baby!" he heard several guys yell.

"Go, Jason! Woo!" the group of girls around him cheered.

"Way to go, Jase!" his buddies called out from far away.

Blake couldn't help but clap along with them. Whoever the lucky guy was that was paired with the handsome stallion had to be the luckiest guy on the entire planet. Hopefully, the equine would turn out to be such a jerk to the guy afterwards or else that would be the worst turnoff Blake could think of, else he was glad the guy won. If Blake could see the ballots, he was probably right thinking that the horse won by a landslide, yet he was unsure who the other guy was.

Jason didn't look unhappy being paired with a guy as his prom King. He looked happy, possibly even thrilled, as he walked as quick as he could towards the podium up front, still with cheers being thrown his way with his back turned. The guy deserved the praise, for the most part. He worked his fingers off this past year, and the guy deserved all the praise he got.

Whoever the guy was that was the second king, Blake was happy for them. They got to spend the rest of the night with the bets looking guy in the world. Even he couldn't deny that he was a little jealous. What gay guy wouldn't be jealous of another being hooked up with the hottest guy in the school?

Blake took another sip of his soda and waited as the wolf crowned Jason. More cheering followed that. Blake could almost imagine that this really was just one big fantasy dream for someone. Soon, Prince Charming--Jason--would sweep the net guy off his feet in front of everyone and head off into the night for all sorts of weird things. Maybe a night filled with rigorous sex, or maybe a dinner date, or a regular night at the other's house. All the options made Blake sad, knowing he had little to no chance of being with the horse.

"Gotta say, the dude was a shoe-win," Alex clapped, turning to his friend with a smile.

"Yeah, bet ninety-five of those votes were for him," Blake replied, perching his arms up on the table as he stared at the magnificent male that waved to the audience before him.

"Hey, the guy's got a nice heart," Alex replied. "It would be a shock to everyone if he turned out to be a major douche."

The fennec nodded. "Yeah, but what if he is? What if he's an actual jerk while the attention isn't on him? Whoever the lucky soul is who gets with him will have one hell of a scary night."

Alex shrugged back. "Never seen the guy be much of a homophobe, but I guess anything's possible. I'd feel bad for the guy if his partner really does turn out to be a dick."

"Yeah, I hope he isn't, though," Blake sighed, really wishing that the horse was exactly what everyone made him out to be.

"I think everyone wants him to be that good guy, dude," his friend replied, waiting patiently for the crowd to die down.

If the equine was really a bad-tempered guy while no one was watching, Blake would have to find someone else to crush on during college. Even though the guy would really be bad, Blake couldn't deny that he would still be attracted to him. Who couldn't find the guy attractive even if he might be a homophobic dick who was just putting on a mask to hide his growing anger?

Blake sighed once more, rubbing his eyes from frustration. Nothing was as it was portrayed in movies or books. No one was just that perfect guy someone could just fall for from just once glance. He wasn't in some sort of weird, gay Disney film--wow, that would be odd, huh?--where he was going to meet and marry his prince just after meeting him. Life was reality and coming to terms with it. Sure, he could escape his life into his video games, but he knew that life wasn't one big video game. Okay, maybe it kinda was like some point and click game where someone might be pupperteering him right now, forcing him to make all these weird decisions.

Ugh, what was he thinking? He was thinking of stupid crap as always. Life wasn't a videogame and it wasn't a book and it wasn't a movie. There would be no prince sweeping him off his feet!

But why didn't he believe it?

Suddenly, the squeak of the microphone broke through the crowd. "Alright, now, time to announce the second Prom King for the year!"

Before he could go on, Jason leaned and whispered something into his ear. Whatever he was doing, the wolf sure looked shocked about it, cupping the mic so that no one could hear what they were saying. They talked like that for another few seconds before the wolf gave up and nodded, making Jason smile and pat his back. Everyone looked a little confused, conversing amongst each other while they waited for the announcement.

The wolf shook his head and sighed away from the mic. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, Jason would like to say something really quick."

What the hell? Was this even allowed? What did Jason have to say? This brought Blake's attention forward as he leaned closely against the table, watching as the stallion took the stage this time. He had to be up to something or else he wouldn't do something like this.

He tapped the mic. "Testing? Can anyone hear me?"

"Loud and clear, Jase!" one of his friends called out from the back.

He smiled. "Thanks, man. Uh, well, I realize this is really sudden, but I have something I need to say, and I feel it cannot wait any longer." He cleared his throat once again before going on. "Yeah, I know this isn't really how proms go and all, but I want t change things up a little here, even if it might be last second."

Come again? Even though Blake wasn't that into prom, he had a feeling this wasn't exactly how proms went when it came to the crowning of the kings. Then again, was it normal fifty years earlier to have two kings in the first place? If the rules could be changed up a little in recent years, he supposed Jason could change thing sup in his own style for the moment.

The stallion went on. "Well, tonight just happened to be one of the luckiest nights of my high school life, to be honest. I'm greatly honored to be one of the two kings for this year's prom, but I can't help but feel like there's someone else in this room who deserves the second position better. I met the guy just tonight anyway, but I know we aren't exactly strangers."

Blake was unsure if he was staring directly at the fox, but his eyes rarely lied to him, especially when they were glued to a monitor for a while. Looking away, trying to focus on something else, the fox paid the glance little attention as he just waited for the speech to end. The stallion took steps off the podium and walked all the way back to the crowd, mic in hand, while the lights overhead followed him down the line. The crowd parted like Moses and the Red Sea, and Blake was unaware of it the entire time.

He only caught the growing unrest once the stallion quickly neared him. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. Blake felt his face burning. Okay, maybe he was walking towards some other lucky fellow close by, so the fox let his worry subside little by little as he thought less about it.

His mind went on edge once he found the stallion standing right beside him. If he could strangle himself with his bowtie, he would've, maybe not in front of the guy, but he would've strangled himself to death. The light was directly on him and the equine, revealing every perfect feature about him. He stood with poise and grace while his gaze drifted to the shy fox only a few feet away from him.

Slowly, gracefully, and carefully, the horse took a knee and looked right at the blushing vulpine. "Blake, am I right?"

The massive crowd of students behind and around the pair hushed in absolute silence, making it so deafening that Blake could hear his heart thud against his chest, painfully. Even his friend looked stunned, stopping his sip of his Cherry Coke to witness the spectacle.

The fox looked from the handsome equine to his friend. Alex just shrugged, making circling motions with his hand to keep going, adding in a quick nod of his head. Blake felt like dying. His heart pounded against his chest like a bass drum, his mind was going a million times faster than a NASCAR driver, and he couldn't stop himself from trembling.

So, he did was anyone would do. "Uhhh, y-yeah."

That made the stallion chuckle lightly. "Well, Blake, can I ask you to our last dance of the night?"

If the vulpine wasn't red enough already, he had to be swimming in a sea the same color of his Coke. He had the urge to just pass out right then and there, leaving this unusual work of anxiety, pressure, and nervousness for as long as he needed to, or once the night ended. The only downside to that would be the equine probably never speaking to him again, and Blake knew he'd probably never live the moment down if he succumbed to it. Either he said 'yes' and danced with the star, or he said 'no' and live in eternal depression and regret for the rest of his life. Okay, that was stretching it, but he felt that way.

He made his choice.

"S-s-sure," he stammered, making a mental note to bop himself for it. What was going on with him was so not fair.

Jason seemed to find the nervousness funny, chuckling lightly before standing back up, holding out his hand to the guy. "Care to join me then?"

It took all the energy the fox had to stand up, and even then his knees were so weak they were about to buckle. To his luck, they did, and he fell right into the stallion's body, only to be held as carefully as possible, as if he was the most prized possession on the planet.

He held in his nervous vomit for as long as possible. He wasn't sick of the guy! He was just so nervous out of his mind he felt like throwing up all the sweets and drinks he had for the night. Oh, he regretted them entirely now. All he could do was hold off his growing sickness until the dance was over and he and the horse parted ways. At least his night would be made, and probably the rest of the school year.

Those chiseled and strong arms held him close while the fennec found the strength to stand up once more. His face was still a mess with a crimson blush, but he could stand and hold the horse's thick hand. Compared to his own smaller one, the stallion made him look like a twig from the skinniest tree. Though he was still lean and toned down, he was still muscular and strong to the fox, who barely surpassed a hundred and twenty pounds--no doubt the equine could double his weight, yet still look lean.

Blake followed Jason back to the center of the room where the light from all directions rained down from above. During some point in the dance, he almost expected things to turn out like that movie _Carrie_where they dumped pigs' blood on him or, now in their modern age, Cherry Coke. That wouldn't be the first time that had happened to him, but he honestly didn't want it to happen again.

Once they made it to the center of the room, Jason took Blake's hands and positioned them much like in those ballroom scenes in movies. Blake pressed his ears against his head and gulped.

"I can't dance, you know," Blake whispered in a hushed tone.

The statement amused Jason, earning a delighted smile to creep across his face. "Relax, alright? Just follow me. My parents were major on teaching me how to ballroom dance."

The equine made the first move once the music started, showing the fennec to follow his hooves was they made their first few swings, following the light and orchestral rhythm given to them.

"I never thought of you as the...uh...dancing type," Blake replied moments later, trying to stay in step with the equine. He was failing pretty bad.

Even though he was failing, Jason didn't seem to mind at all. "You're not the first to say that, not that that's a bad thing. Just glad to add a new piece of information to someone's mind each day."

They continued to sway as the music made a gradual crescendo, forcing the pair to step up to the temp just a little more. Once the pulse picked up, they duo grew better and much more comfortable with the pace. Blake found himself almost getting the hang of it, not nearly as bad as when he started, but still made a great effort trying to stay with Jason. The moment was beautiful, and Blake could feel his blush subsiding with each passing note. He was calmer and...less nervous.

He still had to know a few things. "Why me?"

"Hm?" Jason replied.

"Out of all the guys you could've chosen, or be voted to be with you, why did you break the rules just for me?" Blake asked, almost having to add more volume to his voice as the couples joined in the dance.

The question amused the stallion once more. "Would you like the short version, or the long version?"

Oh, great. The guy was toying with him. "I'll take the short version...for now."

"Very well," he said, picking up his tempo with the music. "I saw you leave your car. You're pretty damn cute, honestly. I noticed how shy you were when I met you in person for the first time, but I also saw a guy who needed to be shown that things can be made into a reality."

"You passed up a good opportunity to be with some better guys than me," Blake replied solemnly.

"I disagree," he responded shortly after.

Blake raised a brow. "How so?"

Jason chuckled, making the fennec to a very uncomfortable spin before bringing him back in for their dance. "When it comes to looks, I could care less. Someone could look good on the outside and fool anyone into being with them, yet they could be a total asshole on the inside. That's not cool."

"So, looks don't matter to you?"

"Pfft, I wouldn't care if you had a hundred piercings on your body so long as someone's a passionate and honest person. Personality, passion, and attitude are a million times more attractive than a pretty face. Though your face is pretty, I knew you weren't an asshole I'd end up hating."

"How'd you figure that?" Blake replied just as the music increased in volume once more.

Jason smiled. "Assholes are cocky, confident, and egotistical. I have confidence in my abilities, but I/m never cocky. I can fail a test I worked hard to pass just as easily as I can fail winning a game I worked so hard to be great on. You didn't have a lot of confidence in yourself when I say you. You're shy, meek, and humble, but I could tell you didn't want to be here."

"Oh?" Blake grew more interested in the conversation.

Jason nodded. "Mmm-hmm. Those without dates who come voluntarily usually have cockiness and egos looking for someone to be there date. You came without one at a place you didn't honestly want to be. That takes a great amount of courage, and I find that adorable."

Blake felt his face burn once more. He looked away for a few moments before returning his gaze to the stallion. He looked into those luscious, emerald green eyes that had his mind lost in a blissful array of emotions. Was Jason being truthful? What if he was just saying all this to get in the fox's pants? If that was the case, then Blake wanted nothing more to do with him. Maybe that wasn't the case, though. Maybe he was being sincere. He didn't want to be just some sexual pleasure the equine was looking into for a good lay. The fennec really wanted this to be really, truly real and not just some sort of fantasy he made up within his mind. He could only hope this wasn't a dream or else it would turn into an immediate nightmare.

The couples around the duo remained silent, for the most part. Blake looked over his shoulder to see both girls and guys smiling at him. Others didn't look pleased with the equine's choice of guys. Some looked like they were angry or disappointed. It wasn't like he didn't know about the backlash that would come from being picked by the most popular guy in school. He figured people would be divided because of this.

For the first time in his life, he didn't care. Here he was, holding the hand of his one and only crush in the entire school. The fennec held no regrets so long as he could cherish the moments they shared, and he wasn't about to let go of the wondrous man until their time was up and the night was over.

He had gone so far deep into thought that he didn't even notice the stallion going on. "Blake? You there?"

"Hmm?" Blake simply replied, feeling an embarrassed blush creep across his face once more. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry. I just...I just completely zoned out."

Jason chuckled. "That's cute. I was asking you if you wanted to go somewhere after this dance. Nothing says we have to stay here and waste the rest of the night."

"Well," Blake gulped. "That 'somewhere' depends on your choice of location."

"I know this nice Chinese food place in the city that serves until one in the morning. Would you like to go there and finish up the conversation?"

Blake was burning hot all the sudden. He was unsure if it was the light shining down on the duo or if he was just really nervous once again. He couldn't just say 'no' to a...date like that. This would be his one and only opportunity to spend quality time with the one guy he wanted to know more about. Knowing the risk, the fox nodded to his new friend, flashing him a weak smile.

"S-sure, that sounds great," Blake nodded.

Jason looked gleeful. "Thank you."

They exchanged no other words but danced instead. Their feet and sway talked for them instead, entwined like a perfect pair who couldn't be separated by conventional means. Even as the soft orchestral died away, they held onto each other and moved with grace until the last note tapered off into oblivion where the couples around them clapped and cheered for them. The pair didn't care much for the applause or the cheering, for they were too engrossed with each other to bother flash them even a happy smile.

Blake could stare into those gem colored eyes for the rest of his life if he could. They were so hypnotic and mystic that he leaned forward and pressed the side of his head against the stallion's chest, draping his arms around the guy's shoulders while the equine let out a deep rumble and stroked up and down the fennec's back tenderly.

The crown mattered little now. Blake didn't care if he got one or not. He was in the arms of a prince for all he cared, and, for him, that was the greatest honor he could possibly imagine. He had heard of fairytales, folklore, and fantasy, but he was never much of a believer of the old tale of the unlikely guy meeting someone who he would fall head over heels for. If the rest of the night went as great as it had done in the past hour, he could honestly call this the best night of his entire life.

Time passed along like a river flowing its course, and soon the couple decided to call it and leave their schoolmates to their own dance. Though Blake was still apprehensive about going with the equine, he knew he couldn't live his life being shy and uneventful. He knew it was time to take some risks, even if that meant spending time with a guy he barely knew. He wanted to try and make things work out without many problems occurring. Knowing this could all just be a trap, he decided to take the horse up on the offer anyway. There was no way of telling whether or not he was going to get offers like this in the near future, so he had to take this risk and live with whatever consequences came his way.

He followed the equine, hand in hand, down the hallway back down the same stairs he had walked up only a few hours prior. Guilt filled him once he realized he was ditching Alex to be with someone he had just recently met, but he wanted to have one night of his life he wasn't going to forget easily, even if bad things were to happen as the night wore on.

"Thank you," Blake found himself blurting as they paced themselves down the sidewalk.

Still walking, Jason turned his head in confusion. "For what?"

He couldn't stop the blush waging war across his muzzle. "For making this the best night of my life. For being a nice guy instead of a dick. For going out of your way to make a random guy you barely know happy. I honestly don't know which one to thank you for."

Jason just stopped and turned around, flashing the fox a warm smile. He cupped the fennec's cheek in his gentle hands and brought him close until their noses touched. The equine had to lean down just a little to even meet his nose with the fox's, but he wasn't disappointed.

"There is no greater pleasure than making someone happy," he softly spoke. "It is both the greatest honor and the most magnificent achievement I can possibly think of."

Blake's throat went dry, but he still managed to find words. "D...Do you really mean that?"

The stallion nodded. "I was raised to treat others with self-respect and to be a gentleman. I decided to take it up a notch tonight with you."

The fennec smiled, blushing heavily. "I'd say you're being more than a gentleman right now, if you ask me."

Taking the fox's hand once more, Jason flashed his warm smile once more at the other. "Then it seems I've completed the first part of my mission to make you happy."

"Oh? The first part?" Blake questioned, only to have a finger placed at his lips, keeping him from uttering another word.

"Shh, my dear," Jason spoke softly. "The rest of the night will tell the story."

Blake didn't say another word, simply following the stallion to his vehicle of choice. He wasn't disappointed with what he saw though. He knew the equine had to come from a wealthy family, but he couldn't believe the car the guy rode. It wasn't one of those new, five-hundred thousand dollar Mustangs that were mainly for show, or a Camaro that cost just as much, but a very old-school style, custom white Mustang that had to be from the 1970's or 1980's. It looked brand new regardless, polished accordingly, and adorned a single thick black stripe that ran from the hood of the car all the way to the cage.

"This is...yours?" Blake stared in awe.

He watched Jason scratch the back of his neck, smiling with a pinch of embarrassment. "Yeah. It belonged to my dad, and so he thought it was best to pass it on to me. Got it patched up, polished, and repainted, and now it looks presentable."

"It's nice," Blake giggled softly, actually glad he wasn't in the back of some fancy limo. Though this car was old, he could still see the value it had along with its age.

The equine opened the doors and hopped in. Blake was a little reluctant to enter, but he knew that he couldn't just decline the offer now. The guy would just think he was some stuck up person who was _way_too nervous. This was his only night to act a little dexterous, so he took his chances and hopped in the car with the stallion.

He buckled in and waited until the horse took off down the road before he could enjoy the feel of the comfortable leather seats. They were white, just like the car, and looked brand new due to the smooth feel and cozy atmosphere. The interior had been remodeled a little bit with a better air conditioner, modified steering wheel, radio, and extra cup holders on the doors. Blake found that feature a little funny. Did they even had cup holders back then?

For the most part, he didn't feel like worrying. The only thing he did was bring out his phone and send a quick text to his friend, who had already sent quite a few to him in just ten minutes alone.

Where'd you go?

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_ Dude?_

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_ Helllloooooo?_

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_ Dude, seriously, not cool._

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Blake couldn't help but chuckle just a little from reading the messages. Of course he felt bad about leaving his friend in a rush, but he couldn't find the feline in order to tell him anyway. Besides, he didn't want to keep the stallion waiting for an answer.

He replied back. I'm fine, don't worry.

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Moments later, even with the moderate silence between the two of them, he finally got a reply.

Where'd you go? The feline texted

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He replied back quickly. I'm in Jason's car. We're going out to eat.

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The hell, brah?! >:( Could've told me. The cheetah replied

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Sorry! He offered and I accepted. It was sudden!

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It took a few more moments before the fennec got a reply. He didn't expect the feline to be happy about his choice, but he could only hope that the guy was okay with it.

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Alex replied. Alright. Just give me a heads up next time you do this, alright? You freaked me out!

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I will. Don't worry. Blake assured over the text.

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Good luck on your date. :) His feline friend replied

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Thanks. ^^

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That was the last message he sent before putting his phone away. Luckily, the equine didn't even seem to notice he was fiddling with his phone for the past few minutes, obviously engrossed with the music that came on the radio. That allowed relief to wash over the fox. At least he wasn't starting this date off on a bad note.

However, once the conversation between he and his friend, he just sat there without a word to say. The fennec felt a little odd and out of place, especially since he was literally a foot away from the stallion. The fox almost wished he wasn't there as he felt he was becoming more of a charity case rather than an actual date the horse voluntarily took up for a good night. He was glad to be there and wanted to the equine as much as he could, yet he couldn't find that confidence he had earlier when he was dancing with the guy. It sucked.

After about the fourth song, they arrived at the Chinese food place. It stood sandwiched between two other shops, both still busy with business even though it was around eleven at night. The place still had plenty of customers and looked as busy as any city shop would during midday.

He waited until Jason parked the car before getting out. The horse waited for him before walking, taking the fox's hand, and leading him into the restaurant. Blake felt himself blushing once more. The stallion's hand held him closely, but his grip wasn't too tight that it would hurt, much to the fox's pleasure.

He led his friend into the busy restaurant, revealing the entire interior of various Chinese designs that adorned the walls, floor, and tables. The first thing his eyes caught was the, obviously fake, fountain up front with koi fish swimming around the murky, low-leveled water with various coins at the bottom. Next were the red walls with the golden dragon running along them and the black tile floor that made it look like everyone was standing on a huge thunder cloud. He could see vases with long poles of bamboo, authentic, but also fake, statues of fudogs and terracotta statues of men dressed in old warrior getup.

An eastern dragoness turned around after noticing the pair. Her accent was very heavy on the Mandarin but she was still good English-wise. "Two?"

Jason nodded. "Two, yes."

She smiled. "This way, please."

The pair followed her to a booth near the back. It looked less busy than the front of the place but at least Blake didn't have to worry about different people hearing their conversation. Once they were seated, they ordered their drinks and turned to the menu for their meals. After they received their drinks and ordered, they waited patiently until the food was ready to serve. In that time, Blake knew he had to know a little more about Jason before things went further.

"Um, thank you, again, for all this," he said meekly.

The stallion smiled, drinking his water. "It's my gift to you. Besides, you deserve a good time after spending most of the dance in that chair."

"You saw me?" Blake asked, a little shocked.

His friend nodded. "I did. You looked pretty sad and down for the most part. I wanted to ask you to dance, but I felt it was better to wait for the right opportunity after I got crowned."

Blake blinked a few times. "Wait, so you knew you were going to get crowned? Did you, like, cheat?"

Jason quickly shook his head. "Oh, god, no. I couldn't even attend prom with dignity if I did something like that."

"Then how'd you know?" Blake asked.

Jason waited a few seconds to answer that. Hopefully he wasn't hiding anything from the fox, like the fact he might have cheated, or else he was going to be deeply upset.

"It's hard not to lose when you have a good portion of the school ready to circle your name. It's even harder when all of them like you enough to do that."

He did make a good point. "I see. So, no cheating?"

Jason chuckled. "No, I did not cheat. I am a fair man, and I assume that this is about to turn into 20Q, huh?"

"That's good to hear. And yes," Blake smiled, swirling his straw around his drink. "Alright, on a serious note, why did you care about me beforehand? There have to be a dozen other guys just like me in the school you had to notice."

The stallion nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, personally, you were the first guy I saw during first semester who looked like he needed an extra friend. We did have a class together, right?"

Blake thought it over for a moment. "Yeah...Pre-Cal, right?"

The other nodded. "That's it. I, uh, didn't do very well in that class, but I got to know you a little more during it."

"Really? How so?"

"Well, I know you're very shy--you made that obvious--and you have a tendency to be alone rather than hang out with a large group of people."

Blake couldn't really rebuke the stallion's statement. It was mostly true. He really didn't like hanging out in large groups, and he was indeed a loner with just one friend in the entire school. Well, two now considering he was now friends with his full out crush.

Jason continued. "What I never understood was you in Pre-Cal. Why not AP Cal? You dominated the rest of the class, so I don't understand why you weren't in advanced placement."

The fennec shrugged. "I liked computers more than I did anything else, so I used up the extra slot in my schedule for a computer class rather than an AP class. I think that's what I'm gonna major in during college."

Jason raised a brow. "You like computers, huh?"

He blushed but nodded. "Yeah, I guess I have a sort of, uh, tech savvy ability."

His friend chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Think you can help me with mine once this is all over? I passed my computer classes, but I still never really understood the material."

"I think I can manage that," Blake nodded, smiling at the other. "Maybe I can get it running twice as fast."

"Really? Hard to say no to that!" Jason laughed, forcing the fennec to giggle with him.

Blake smiled warmly, looking the horse in the eyes once more. He was unsure if he should say the next thing on his mind. "Um, Jason?"

The stallion looked at him and nodded. "Yes?"

He wanted to confess how he felt. Just being here with the stallion was honoring to him enough already

"I...uh...well...God, how can I put this...?" the fox found himself struggling greatly with the words. He could barely form the sentence, let alone complete it without parting his gaze from the handsome other.

Jason smiled. "Go ahead and say it, man. There's nothing you can say to me that would completely shock me. Okay, I guess there are things you could say that I'd find shocking, but I trust you. I do."

Blake sighed, letting his breath speak. "I really think you're hot, sweet, kind, and honest. You're one of the nicest guys I've ever met in my entire life, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be than in your arms."

He remained silent for the next few minutes, eyes shut, body completely tense, and his mind a clusterfuck of emotions that he could barely keep under taps. Did he really just say that? Did he really just say all of that? His face was a sea of red, and he could see it glide across his face like a tornado with nothing standing in its path. He wanted to retake his words, even though he meant them, and try to rephrase that. He wanted to rewind the past two minutes and say something else entirely different. He wanted to just--

Suddenly, the stallion took his hand and held it in a very gentle caress. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard from a guy like you."

Blake thought he was dreaming. Did he just hear the stallion right? "W-w-what? D-do you...really mean...?"

Jason nodded. "I do, I honestly and truly do. It's never easy for someone to profess their feelings to their love, but I can honestly say that I'm in love with you as well, Blake."

"B-but...I..." He was at a loss of words, unable to complete his sentences once more.

"You've done nothing wrong, my dear," Jason smiled, revealing those white rows of perfectly aligned teeth. Seriously, did the guy have to be so unyieldingly perfect? It was so unfair, yet it was so amazing.

Blake felt those thick fingers gently run along his palm. "S-so, you're...not lying to me? I'm not dreaming?"

His friend shook his head, keeping that warm smile. "This is no dream, Blake. If this is a dream, I'd never want to wake up from it."

Seems they shared something in common. The fennec thought he was living in a dream right now that he was about to wake up from, but he was really wrong about it. The stallion felt the same way it seemed, and Blake couldn't be more glad because of it. He didn't feel alone.

The fennec blushed, managing a weak smile. "I don't think I'd ever want to wake up either. Not being here with you would be the worst nightmare I can possibly imagine, Jason."

Blushing himself, Jason placed his second hand on the fox's own and held it tenderly. "You don't know how happy I am to have found someone like you."

"Why's that?' Blake replied, tilting his head, slowly easing from his nervousness.

The stallion sighed, looking away from the vulpine. "Everyone thinks I'm as straight as a line, but I'm really gay. I think I came out an hour ago to everyone. But, that's beside the point. I wanted my coming out to be special, as if it meant something, rather than walking into school and just telling everyone 'Hey, I'm gay, guys!'."

"You ended your year with a bang," Blake realized. "Prom."

He nodded. "I was admiring you long before prom, though I acted like we never met just to play around with you."

The fox did find it smart for the horse. Anyone would think that the star athlete of the entire school was straight instead of gay. Blake always just assumed he was bi and just had a girl over guy preference, but he was wrong. The stallion was actually gay, which meant he played for the guys instead of the girls. Even Blake had a hard time believing it.

Blake smirked. "And I thought you were just a pretty face with a handful of talent."

Jason chuckled lightly. "Hey, I convinced you, though."

"True."

He continued. "But anyway, I had every intention to choose you for my prom date from the get go. So, I wanted to catch you while you were off your guard, which was the exact same time everyone else was caught off theirs. I think I definitely went out with a bang this year, though."

"Think the guys are gonna give you a hard time?" Blake asked, sipping his drink.

Jason waved his hand aside. "Doubt it. I'm not the only gay player on the team anyways. Hell, we have about half a dozen on the team who're gay. There are perks to being a gay-friendly school. You're a little right, though. Just because I was the star player doesn't mean I was friends with everyone on the team. There'll be a few guys come Monday that will hate my guts doubly-so, but I have high doubts they'll do anything extreme."

Blake looked the horse up and down. "I can see why."

"But once again, that's beside the point. The point is I wanted to be with you long before prom. That's why I turned down every offer thrown my way. I could leave that opening for you at the last second and make this the best prom of your life."

The fennec blushed. "I think you succeeded, you sneaky stallion."

He saw Jason's face blush. "Hey, give me credit. Bringing this all together wasn't easy."

The stallion was right about that. For someone who had a hard time in technology and math, Blake could only imagine how hard it could be to hatch a plan like this and hope that it didn't have flaws somewhere down the line. Maybe the guy was just going with the flow now, and if that was the case, Blake commended him for pulling it off.

"I'll give credit to where its due," Blake winked, giggling softly while the stallion stuck his tongue out in return.

That was when the food arrived, hot and ready. The pair exchanged happy smiles of contempt before chowing down on their food. The conversation between them was minimal, or really close to none, but they knew they didn't have to talk to get their points across. The fox was content with his situation, his food, and, if he got the vibe correct, his new hunk of a boyfriend that he would never let go for the life of him. The stallion in return couldn't stop from grinning stupidly while he and the fennec ate, knowing that he was with someone he didn't have to worry about stabbing him in the back, or turning out being a slut.

When it came down to it, they didn't care for each other's looks or their tastes but all down to their personalities. That was the most attractive sight anyone could ever hope for. Money was of no importance to them, and neither was body or brain ability. They only cared being humble, kind, and passionate to each other, and that would triumph over everything else any day of the week.

They did spark conversation through their meal, enough to fill the black hole of silence between them. Though it was minor conversation between the two, it was more than enough to lighten the mood. They continued to eat until their stomachs were full, and so they laid back against their seats in content.

Blake giggled, noticing he still had half a plate left to finish while his friend managed another quarter. "How do you eat so much?"

The stallion smiled. "Gotta eat plenty of food for workouts. Coach pushes us hard so we eat plenty to keep building muscle. Besides, I didn't really eat lunch anyway."

"Must have a stomach of steel," Blake giggled as their waitress returned with the check. Before Blake could take it, the stallion grabbed it and held up a hand. "I...was gonna pay."

His friend shook his head. "No, this is my present to you. I'll pay, don't worry."

Blake pouted and sighed, pulling out his wallet, swatting the check from the equine's hand. "You've done plenty for me already, Jason. At least let me return the favor, alright?"

The stallion raised a brow, shrugging. "Alright. Well, thank you."

Blake smiled in return, getting up from his seat. "C'mon, let's go."

He and his friend departed from their table and quickly paid their meal. Though it took some time to leave, they managed to get out without heavy traffic from the people also paying for their meals. Once that was done, they walked back to the stallion's car, buckling in before they took off down the street.

"So, where do you live?" the horse asked.

"You know where Merriweather Avenue is, right?" Blake replied. "I live in the house with the American flag up front."

He nodded. "Ah, I know where that is. I've taken a few trips down there, and I've seen the house. It's a nice house by the way."

Blake blushed. "T-thank you. Means a lot coming from you."

The fennec saw Jason blush only causing the fox to blush even more in return. Once again, the ride was filled with silence but it wasn't the awkward kind. He held onto one of the equine's hands while they sat there. Blake couldn't be any happier about it. Nothing was wrong, except the silence, but he was sure that with time they would talk more and more with rides like this, if Jason decided to be the passionate partner he claimed he was. He could only hope...

His grip relaxed at least, enough that his body followed it shortly after. The horse retained a similar grip, using his free hand to steer the car down into the less busy part of the city where all the houses lay, most asleep with the night while others still looked live and awake. Blake had shut his eyes shortly before they arrived, yet he woke up once they arrived.

"Sure this is it?" Jason asked. "I don't see any cars in the driveway."

Blake sighed. "My parent's figured I'd be out until morning, so they decided to have their own night of fun. No doubt they're in a hotel room sleeping everything off somewhere far away. But yeah, this is it."

Jason turned the car off and walked with Blake to the front door. "Mind if I check it out? The place looks pretty nice on the outside."

"S-sure," Blake stammered, clearing his voice in hopes that he didn't ever do that again.

They walked inside to find the lights off and the air conditioner making everything pretty cold. Blake found the light switch and turned all of them on, also turning the heat on while he was at it. The revealed the living room, leading into a hallway where they washed their clothes. The stair case where the living room was revealed an upstairs where, no doubt, the fox slept along with his parents. They paid no mind to the kitchen or other rooms which filled the home. Blake beckoned the horse onward to his room up the stairs.

He opened his door after walking down a long hallway, revealing his single bedroom. The walls were colored sage with a white trim while different sorts of posters adorned his wall, most of them gaming related. The stallion finally saw his three monitor set-up, black glass desktop, and towers that kept the thing running at optimal speed. It was pretty nicely done, if the stallion thought so himself. He even noticed the neon blue color that radiated from the station as well.

From the other corner of the room rested a TV with a console and a few assortments of games more than likely ranging from FPS games all the way to RPG's. Though the equine wasn't much of a gamer himself, he still showed admiration towards the fox's ability to game in a very professional way.

Blake watched Jason take a few steps around his room, clopping his cloven hooves around the wood floor. "I know it's not much to look at, but I don't try to make my room look fabulous or anything." He admitted.

Jason turned to the fox and walked back to him, placing his strong hands on the vulpine's hips. "Blake, do you honestly think I care what your room looks like?"

The fox blushed, folding his ears against his head. "Kinda."

Jason shook his head. "I wouldn't care if your room looked like a disaster. Hell, I'll bet my room looks like the tornado from The Wizard of Oz ran through it."

"That bad?" Blake asked.

His friend nodded. "Much worse than this and this is nothing. It's very cozy and spacious. You should be more proud of it."

Blake rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Hard to be proud of something that you spend way too much time inside. I stay glued to that computer more hours of the day than I do anywhere else."

"But at least you aren't unhappy," Jason replied, patting his friend's hips. "And at least you're not one of those overweight, lazy gamers."

He blushed. "I hope I don't turn out that way. You really do like my room?"

Jason nodded sagely. "I do, Blake."

The fox found himself blushing again. Should he ask? He didn't want to, and he didn't think he had the strength to either. He wanted to, though. This was the best night to even ask a question like this, seeing as how things might not be the same way in the morning. This could still be a dream for all he knew, and, if he was going to wake up, he wanted to go to sleep with someone he cared about more than anything else in the world.

Once more, he made his decision. "Would you...would you like to stay the night? Together?"

Jason didn't seem to mind the question but smiled all the more. "I'd be delighted to sleep with my love."

Blake blushed, wrapping his arms around the horse's torso. "T-thank you, Jason."

He felt those rough but gentle hands caress his upper and lower back. "Anything for you, my love."

They stood embracing for the longest time until they realized it was indeed getting late. Blake was a little unsure to tell the horse how he slept, but, knowing that they were as good of a couple as he was going to tell, he decided to just do it anyway.

Slowly, he stripped himself of his clothes until he remained in only a pair of loose boxers, taking his seat on his bed while he watched the stallion stare with lust at the half-nude fox.

"I...uh...mainly sleep without much clothing on," Blake blushed. "Is it too much or am I going too far?"

All Jason did was shake his head. "You're perfectly fine, my love. I think I'll join you...the appropriate way."

With that, Blake watched Jason strip away his elegant coat and bright white pants, throwing his gloves to the floor while the only articles of clothing he wore left were a large jockstrap and his button-up shirt, which was quickly discarded once he noticed it.

If Blake had a sexy gage for the equine, it would've already broken. The stallion was stunningly gorgeous even without the clothes! The fennec could see every muscle and hair that adorned the equine's body. The horse stood with pride and honor while his light fur nearly glowed through the room. Even that jockstrap made Blake's loins stir, but he wasn't doing this for sex. No, there would, hopefully, be time for that later. Maybe the stallion wasn't looking for it either. Though he eyed the fox with lust-filled eyes, there was no desire for ravenous sex that drove him towards the bed.

Blake stood up and placed his hands on the equine's broad, toned chest. "You know, you look way hotter without those clothes on."

"I could say the same for you," Jason smiled.

They were on the same page. Not long after, they leaned forward and pressed their warm lips against each other. It was almost like fireworks went off into the room. They could almost hear the doves flapping behind him while the wind twisted around their bodies as they lost each other in the purest form of their own bliss. They didn't need sex to realize that they loved each other. All they needed was the love they shared for each other.

Blake closed his eyes and let a tear drop from his eyes, trailing down the side of his face until it fell to the floor. He wasn't sad. It was the exact opposite. The fennec couldn't remember such a glorious moment he had shared with someone, and he would forever remember it so long as he lived. The horse cupped the fox's cheeks in his hands and kept him close, passionately delving his tongue into his lover's mouth while their tongues danced with each other in pure harmonic convergence. Nothing could ruin this moment for it was too perfect for anything to muddy it up.

Soon, Blake's legs gave him from wooziness and he fell back on the bed, taking the equine with him as they rolled over until the equine had his back pressed against the sheets, opening his eyes to the fox lying on his chest. Their lips broke away just to see the blushes on each other's face. Blake smiled and traveled up the stallion's broad chest, pressing his lisp against his lover once more as he returned to the real love he always wanted. He felt those hand return to his exposed back, gliding up and down his spine whilst the stallion shot bolts of ecstasy up and down the male's back.

The stallion parted ways as he saw the fox trailing his hand lower towards his tight abs. "Hey, Blake?"

The fennec looked up. "Yes, my love?"

"You don't need to do anything you don't want to do, alright?" Jason stated. "I'll wait as long as I need to until you're absolutely comfortable with this. Don't think you need to do something like that for me to keep my head focused."

"I just figured you'd like that," he admitted with guilt filling his eyes.

The stallion shook his head, continuing to graze his fingers up the fennec's back. "The greatest pleasure lies not with the groin but with the heart, my love."

The fox giggled. "Talk about a Master Splinter quote I'd never think I'd ever hear."

Jason smiled. "I was going for nerdy."

Blake kissed the equine on the nose once more. "And you succeed, my love."

They stared into each other's eyes for the longest time, so long that they both fell asleep to the other's gaze. Their bodies shifted accordingly until the fox lay on his side on the warm sheets with his lover's arm draped over his body in a very protective and loving hold that he could cherish forever.

Soon, morning came. Blake had the best dream he could ever ask for. His mind was still groggy with the details, but he knew that he had never slept better. The young fennec yawned and opened his sleepy eyes to the morning sunlight, groaning as he shifted, finding himself a little immobile.

The fox turned around and opened his eyes to the best sight on the planet. There was the stallion he shared his first true kiss with. He slept with his mouth open, his breathing slow but in large breaths, yet he still had his muscular arm draped around the fox's body almost as if he hadn't moved a muscle. Blake found it even hotter that the guy was nearly naked save for the strap around his groin, but he and the equine agreed that they didn't need sex to make their night perfect.

He turned around and smiled, pressing his nose into his boyfriend's neck, nuzzling him their lovingly. The equine shifted in his place, letting out a deep groan of content. Blake giggled.

It wasn't a dream after all. It was a true, honest reality that he knew he could go to sleep and wake up to for the rest of his life. If they survived college together, he could honestly call this stallion to be his husband for life. Maybe he was still thinking brash, but his heart told him it was possible. Nothing was impossible after all. They survived the night without having to go to the extremes, and they did it without the need to seal it with the fox's virginity.

Blake continued to let his eyes gaze upon his mate's body as if the stallion were a god, gliding his thin yet gentle fingers across those muscles a few times just to tease the sleeping stallion, watching his boyfriend let out another groan of pleasure.

It wasn't a fantasy anymore. He was a believer of the impossible. The fox achieved something that only seemed to be possible in the movies, and he did it without bad acting. All it took was himself, his personality, and his devotion to be true to the equine and prove to him that he was a passionate love who desired him, not for his body or popularity, but for his own passion and devotion.

Now, he didn't regret the invite Alex gave him. He would keep a mental note to personally thank the cheetah later once he had the time, but he wanted to stay here, in this position, for as long as he could. This was his moment to savor for as long as possible, and he wouldn't spend it anywhere else.

He turned around and pressed his chest against the equine's broad body. He himself let out a shudder once he draped an arm over the male's body just as the stallion did to him.

"This is real," he finally admitted, closing his eyes, returning to the blissful realm of sleep once more until he and his lover woke up to start the day in their own special way.

He had to return his tux to his uncle hours later, though.