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*Part * 16

I woke up the next morning very, very...very sore. It was a struggle to get out of bed, to be perfectly honest. And I was going to dread sitting on those hard benches in the cafeteria. The confident vigor that was surging through me yesterday was gone, and I was left with a creampie'd shell. And now today, as I look at the stained sheets from where I had just been, I didn't know how to feel.

I was exuberant at the new thrill. André was, for lack of a better term, sexy beyond all belief. He was way better, light years better, than Brent had ever been. I never really felt that...surge of energy with the idiot. Yeah, he had a big enough dick to get me going, but the guy was just 'get in get out'. With André, however, he was very...diligent in his work. The way he held me close and really drove it inside me...

But now, that I think about it, I feel as though...I don't know, that it was just something really slutty to do. I mean it was, but I mean it was sluttier for me to do. Er, well, not really, but I just broke up with Brent and...

You were getting back on your horse.

Yeah. Yeah, I was just getting my groove back in a way. After being with Brent so long-

You got back on the horse and rid it to. Ha!

I sighed.

Can you ever give me one second of self reflection by myself?

Eh, ask yourself that question.

I- no, I'm not getting into this now. I'm gonna go find an ice pack and sit on it for about...my whole life.

***

Failing to find an ice pack, I ended up cupping water and - well, the details aren't important. After that I walked clumsily down to the cafeteria, where my friends greeted me, and gave me high fives before I even sat down. Obviously someone bragged. André saved me a seat next to him again, but this time his tail brushed my own a couple of times.

"You actually got up early this time," André said pushing his tray up so he could lean on the table to get a better view of me. I chuckled as I readjusted my position. He must've noticed. "Yesterday was very, very good. You are a very beautiful fox," he said in French.

I smiled to the point where my fangs were showing. "Thank you. You are very handsome yourself. And a little big," I replied in French, playing with the base of my tail.

"Are you in pain?"

"I'll be fine," I waved away.

"You sure?" He put his paw over my wrist and started to rub gently.

"Hey you two!" yelled Kit's roommate. "Don't do it here, go back to the courts!"

Laughter spread throughout the table and I couldn't help myself and joined in.

"Hey! At least he has the option!" someone yelled back.

That started a loud and very high pitched argument over who could get who. Everyone was having fun and laughing, except for the sulky cat towards the end of the table, further from me then he was yesterday. His ears were down and just his whole demeanor looked depressed. I made a mental not that when he left, I'd go talk to him.

But, as always with me, that didn't go according to my plan. When the table got up, I tried to maneuver my way to Kit, but was held back by André. He asked if I wanted to hang out with them at the lake, the big one back near where the bonfire happened, and before I could say no, he whisked me away. I thought I might see Kit there, so I didn't struggle. Arriving, people started to strip down to their underwear and began diving in, splashing each other and laughing very audibly.

André, finally letting go of my paw, quickly stripped off his shirt and shorts, revealing tight black and yellow briefs that got a lot of whistles from the guys. And believe me, I wanted to whistle too. I can easily say that he is four of the sexiest gay guys at our school, one of which is taken and swimming with his boyfriend right now. The fox peered down at me, smiling in that same fox smile he did the day before.

Only for a minute then I need to find Kit. I stripped as well, though I had just plain navy blue boxers (because I honestly wasn't planning on stripping). I got whistles and "You go girl!" comments, which I readily showed how flattered I was by giving them the finger. André whistled too, his was more drawn out the the others. When I looked over, I thought he'd be staring at my ass, like Brent usually did, but he was looking straight into my eyes when I looked back. To which I gave an embarrassed smile.

"Do you swim a lot?" he asked.

I laughed at the thought. "Nah, you know how it is. Foxes aren't the fastest of swimmers."

"You gonna go in?"

"Uh...maybe later. I wanted to go find Ki-"

The sneaky fox cut my sentence short by picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Me, being the valiant fox that I am who is never startled by anything, let a slew of profane words spew from my mouth. With every step the memory of us together yesterday ran through my mind (and my bottom). He carried me to the lake until he was thigh deep in the water then threw me into the water. The water was freezing, if I had a boner while André manhandled me (which I will never admit to) it was immediately shot down. I came up shivering, shaking myself dry while André laughed and put his paw up to hide his face from the water.

"Cold?" he snickered.

"I don't know, you tell me," I said.

He didn't have time to react before I sprang up and wrapped my arms around his waist. I brought him down, the cold water crashing over me once more. I let go of him right after we landed, and came up for air just as he did. We looked at each other before I started giggling and then he came over to lick my muzzle. I smiled and licked his muzzle too.

It was all in good fun. Or, that's what I told myself. Random people who were swimming or lounging on the bank would yell over to us to get a room. Which was both original and weird. I wonder what the silver fox told everyone. They obviously knew, and I know for a fact that Sera doesn't talk to any of them. Did he want a relationship? Don't get me wrong, the fox had some serious points in his category for hottest guy, but he was no Carson.

Carson...

The thought of the husky brought a wave of anxiety. What if he heard already? I know that people here have probably told the whole school by now. What will he say? Will he be mad?

Probably.

Then why did you encourage it?

It looked as though you were enjoying yourself.

Goddamnit. Do you think he'd be so mad that he wouldn't want to go out with me?

Probably not. But I also don't know him.

Shit.

"Are you okay?" André asked, nuzzling my cheek.

No, I really wasn't. I needed to find Carson now. Like, now, now. "Yeah. I'm fine. I just forgot I had something to do. Can I talk to you later?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Uh...yeah sure. See you." He nuzzled my cheek, and I knew then that he either wanted more sex or a relationship. I thought the latter but didn't voice it because that made me sound cocky. And not in the good way. I gave a quick goodbye and waded my way to the bank where I grabbed the nearest towel and quickly dried myself off.

I was about to run to get my clothes when I saw that there was only one person on the "beach". A black cat, shirt off, lounging in the son with his phone. Probably reading some romance or erotica. His ears were down and his tail was curled around him. If it was from the book or something else (which I thought it was from something else) I had to know.

So I quickly walked up to Kit, towel in hand, and sat next to him without saying a word. His demeanor stayed the same, mostly. His tail actually curled more. "Hey," I said, studying him.

"Hey." He said it very downcast tone which was very un-Kit.

"You okay?"

"Mhmm."

"You sure?"

He put the phone down and glared at me. "No, I'm not sure about my own self."

"I'm just asking. I'm worried, s'all."

I got him a little off guard but he regained his composure. "I don't need you to worry about me."

"But I want to."

"Well...don't," he said and began staring into the screen again. "Look I'm trying to read. Do you mind?"

It was futile so I just said, "Not at all." I got up and walked back to get my clothes. I knew that he wouldn't say anything when he got like this, so I saved the conversation for later and went to go find Carson.

I knew one place he would be. And I hurried up from the lake, towards the fields which were about a mile from the lake. It didn't take too long, but anyone who wears jeans and hoodies and tries to fast walk a mile, even in cool weather, know you won't make it far without panting.

I can't believe I forgot about him. Shit. I mean the sex was good but...how could I forget about him? Were all the feelings I had for him only because he was nice to me? Because Brent was such a dick and someone else, who happened to be Carson, came along and treated me like an actual person?

Maybe I don't really have feelings for him...

As I was thinking, I eventually slowed to a walk. Now, I just stopped at the edge of the clearing. The soccer kids were kicking the ball around and running, sliding, jumping, laughing. All except for some. Namely, a black and white husky, head down and tail limp.

I couldn't stop staring. He's never looked so...down before. Oh, fuck, he does know. I am so screwed. He's never going to want to go out, let alone talk to me. He fixed my phone and told me how he truly felt, and I waved my dick in someone else's muzzle. A few days after. What the fuck is wrong with me?

A lot.

This isn't the-

I ducked behind the shrubbery as Carson looked up in my direction. Shit. I can't keep running from him. But he's with friends. And I can sure as hell guess that they don't know about him. Or that they would want to know. Damnit...I really screwed this up...

****

I ended up squatting in the bushes for another five or six minutes, pain resonating from my bottom to my neck. After that I decided to go find Sera, but not before poking my head up, my large ears down, and look towards Carson one more time. One of his friends, a cheetah whose name escaped me, was patting him on the back and listening to what Carson was saying. He was casting nervous glances around the field and after a moment they got up and started to walk. I knew the cheetah was one of Carson's closer friends, so it didn't take me long to piece it together.

Good for him.

I found her, eventually. The vixen moved from person to person faster than an airborne pathogen. I caught her as she was talking some of her 'girlfriends'. I caught the last part of the ocnversation: "...he's pretty hot."

"Just 'pretty'- hey, Sera," a somewhat pudgy cougar pointed towards my direction, "you're gay is here."

"Scoot, what's up?" Sera said turning to me with a smile.

"I need to ask you-"

"Everyone already knows."

That didn't even shock me that she already knew what I wanted. "How?"

"You're friends aren't exactly quiet."

I sighed. "Do you think-"

"Yes, he already knows."

"Who?" the cougar asked.

"Brent," Sera said turning to her. When she turned back to me, she winked.

"Shit."

Sera shrugged. "You knew what you were getting into. The real question is: why did I have to find out from some fa- them."

"Fags? Because it was late, then I went swimming this morning-"

"Excuses, Scoot. You know I hate those."

"Sorry."

"I'll forgive you, for now. When did Kit find out?"

"I don't know, he's been acting weird all day."

"Well- it's Kit, y'know," she flicked her ears twice (a sign she was hiding something or lying) and turned to the cougar. "So, Shel, tell me why you think this guy is better than just ok."

I cocked my head. "Sera?" She ignored me. So I said, "Sera," in a stern tone.

She sighed and turned to me, here ears flicking. "I think you should go talk to Kit. Trust me," she assured me when I opened my mouth.

"Fine. But you did know you lied to me so we're even for me not saying anything about André."

She let out a long, dramatized sigh. "Fine. But next time, tell me first."

"I promise."

She turned and put her paws on my shoulders. "Good, then later you can tell me what you guys did and where. How was it. How big was he. Was he better than Brent. Would you-"

"Okay, fine."

"Meet me at the field later tonight. There's gonna be a small...'gathering'."

"And you'd leave a 'gathering' for me? Oh, how lucky am I," I smiled.

"Dick. I'll text you."

****

By the time that I got back to the cabin. It was a little dark out, and I was pretty tired. Though, I knew if I skipped out on Sera, my balls would be inside my stomach by tomorrow. I'd just wash up a bit, and then leave. That was before I saw Kit on his bed, the fur under his eyes wet.

"Kit?"

He looked up at me and glared. He turned away and tried to hide in the covers. "Get out."

"What's wrong?"

"I said get out," he hissed.

I walked calmly over and sat on the bed. "Sera said I should talk to you."

He turned and looked me in the eye. "Did that bitch tell you?"

My ears fell. "Whoa. Kit, what's up?"

He studied me, then turned over again. "Look, just leave. I don't want to talk about it."

"Kit."

"No. Leave, Scout."

"Kit, just tell me what's wrong."

A low growl escaped his throat. "No."

"Kit-"

He shot up in bed. " I fucking like you, okay?"