Authors note:
And I was doing so well for updates... -sigh-
In my defence, I was writing the next chapter for "A New Perspective" when my computer suddenly broke and I lost my progress, alongside my motivation to finish it at the moment. Instead, I chose to write this. I'll do it soon, but yeah.
Warning: This is far more explicit than I've usually written and has a lot more mature themes (hence the rating.) I wanted to go for a more gritty take on the whole school/college/university 'subgenre' of fics, so here it is.
Why was he here? Checking his phone for the time, it emphasized this point. 23:56. Didn't he have university tomorrow?
Freshers. Falco had been dragging him along all night. They had started at around 7, and apparently now it was time to go clubbing. Waves of inebriated teens flooded the streets, screaming and shouting as if no one else mattered. He had to be careful where he walked, as he frequently had to avoid the bile and stomach acid splattered against the floor from some unfortunate soul.
He'd never been one for clubbing, or drinking for that matter. The tastes of most beers recommended to him by friends tasted awful to him, and he could only really stomach ciders. That being said, those ciders would accumulate.
It was too dark to be walking around like this. The street lamps seemingly dancing, fluttering in the sky were his only refuge outside. Should those be moving?
I'm not going to enjoy this in the morning...
Words from earlier in the night drifted into his head, reminding him to never trust Falco with stuff like this again. "Hey Fox, me and some of the other guys were gonna go out tonight, you coming with?"
"I dunno, don't we have to be in tomorrow? I'd rathe-"
"Come on Fox! You should be having the time of your life, not pissing it away staying inside."
Right, time of my life... Fox thought bitterly. He'd contemplated running away, but opted against it in the end; instead he was trailing behind Falco now, Bill by his side. Slippy had left them earlier in the night, so it was only those three and a girl Fox had never met before. Cat Munro, or something like that. Seemed nice enough, a bit too sassy for Fox though. Perfect match for Falco, actually. She'd been all over him all night, was she his girlfriend?
Whatever, I don't care. He wouldn't choose her, but then again he wouldn't choose anyone. Relationships weren't on his 'To do' list, so to speak. Too difficult to maintain, and he'd never really been attracted to anyone before; well, there was one, but...
A moment later, he realised his face was resting against a cool surface; he was on the floor? Some random guy had stumbled into him in his alcoholic stupor, not stopping to apologise either. Dick head.
"You alright man?" An offered hand from Bill outstretched towards him, a smile on his face. Fox accepted the hand and pulled himself up, brushing off the dust from his clothes. He looked back to glare at the oversized shadow, before falling back into step with the group. "Don't worry about it man, I'm sure it was an accident."
"Hm." He nodded in acknowledgement, but it still didn't make him feel better about it. "How long now, Falco?"
"Impatient one, aren't we?" A glare from Fox was shot in response. "Not too far now, Foxy. Two mins, tops."
Ugh. The nights breeze caused his fur to stand on ends, eliciting a shiver from the vulpine. Bill smirked at the action. "Cold?"
"Shut up..." He moved closer to Bill, huddling for warmth; Bill wrapped an arm behind him, his hand resting against Fox's shoulder. How do people enjoy this? Everyone else bumbling around without a care in the world while he's fighting for heat. It wasn't like his fur was thinner than others.
The rest of their walk was uneventful, silence between the two at the back while the two at the front flirted endlessly with each other, something which irked Fox slightly.
"This is the place." Looking up, a glowing neon sign read 'Twilight', a rather uninspired name. Club music blasted inside, seeping through the brick walls of the exterior. Can't wait for my ears to be broken...
The four fell in place with the others in the queue, Fox stood at the back. Glancing around, he observed the nature of the city once again. Rowdy groups littered the streets, girls wearing far too revealing clothes seducing their way past the bouncers, meanwhile those unfortunate enough to not be born with big 'personalities' were stuck waiting. He'd come to expect this though, so it didn't annoy him; it was just how these things worked.
After a while with his cynical thoughts, Fox found himself situated at the front of the line, the rest of the group already inside. "ID?" The suit clad Ox in front asked.
"Oh right." Fox fumbled around in his pockets, searching for that elusive card. Finally grasping it, he handed it over to the bouncer. Looking behind him, it seemed like the rest of the group had already entered, leaving him alone outside. Great... Thanks for waiting.
After a brief examination, the card was handed back to him and he was admitted access to the building. The pungent smell of alcohol and sweat hit him the moment he walked inside, and after looking around he still couldn't find them. He stood there, slowly swaying to the hype music. What do I do now? The dance floor in front of him, displaying a poor excuse of 'dancing', seemed like the most obvious place they would be. Settling on that, he ventured in.
That was a mistake.
Body's crashed against him as he tried to manoeuvrer past, continuously knocking him off balance. The crowd seemed to carry him along, getting him lost in the hectic environment. Oh God, oh God no. Let me out! Try as he might, he didn't have the strength to fight against the mob; he was completely at their mercy.
After being thrown around for an unknown amount of time, it finally stopped. He found himself placed firmly against a slightly bumpy wall, arms splayed against it too. No, it was too bumpy to be a wall, what was..?
He moved back, hands still against the surface. Looking up confirmed his suspicions. He'd been thrown into someone, a lupine from the looks of it. "Oh, sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to, uh..." Fox moved back further, only for his wrist to be clasped around; said hand placing Fox's against his chest once again.
"What's the rush?" The lupine's violet eye glinted in mischief. "What you doing around here on your own, foxy?"
"H... How do you know my name?"
"Wait, that's your name?" The lupine burst out in laughter, much to the annoyance of Fox. "That's such a coincidence, mine's Wolf."
"Yea, sure... Coincidence..." Fox didn't know what he was doing here, but this was stopping him from finding his friends. "Look, I don't have time right now, I lost my friends somewhere."
"Oh come on, don't you want to spend time with me?" Faced with the playful look in the Lupine's eyes, Fox felt butterflies stir in his stomach. Upon further inspection, he noticed his hands were still on him.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" Fox tried dissuading him, clearly he was up to no good.
"Anything better than talking to such a cute fox? Nah, I'll pass." His cheeks burned in response. This wasn't going the way he expected...
"I, uh." He could just call him out on being a creep, push him away and escape, but a part of Fox was enjoying this attention. The rather hot wolf, from what he could see in their absence of light at least, hitting on him made him feel good. Fox would be lying if he said he wasn't attractive, but could Fox say he wasattracted to him?
"Come on, I'll buy you a drink." Wolf winked to emphasize this. From the smell of the lupine's breath, he'd probably already had too much to drink; it was strong enough to make Fox feel more intoxicated just from breathing it in. Or was that his scent? Pheromones were clearly being emanated from the lupine, and Fox couldn't help but be affected by it. I mean, he does smell good.
No, stop it!
No matter what Fox could have said, he was dragged along anyway. A red tinge remained on the red fox's face as they migrated to the bar. Fox desperately looked around the room, in search of his friends; yet it was to no avail. "Hey, two vodka and coke's."
The bartender poured the drinks, accepting the money in exchange. Wolf handed one to Fox, who looked at the glass with a questioning look. Eugh, I have to drink this? Taking a swig, his body instantly seized up to the strong taste, causing him to start coughing in response.
"Too strong." He spluttered out, causing Wolf to snicker again.
"Aren't you just the cutest? Can't handle a bit of Voddy?" He taunted, smirking at the vulpine.
"Shut it." To try maintain some dignity, he took another gulp of the drink, ending in the same result. This only increased the size of the grin Wolf was giving him, his face lighting up further.
"Need help with the taste?" Wolf offered. Fox looked hesitantly at the other, unsure about what he meant by it, but nodded his head slowly. Shortly after, he found himself lip-locked with the other, an invading tongue in his mouth. Fox found himself moaning subconsciously. Well, it did taste better than the drink. The two separated shortly after, Fox having trouble getting his breath back. "So?" The glint of mischief, of lust, was still in his eye, and yet Fox found himself entranced by it. Entranced by Wolf as a whole.
I'd enjoy drinking anything if it was like that...
Wait, no. I can't let him get to me. Fox attempted to speak up, to voice his concerns, but every time he tried he mumbled low incoherent words, perplexing the lupine. He'd been kissed before, sure, but not like that. The power, the lust, and something else Fox couldn't quite place, behind the kiss all contributed to the feeling of pleasure he was experiencing. "Heeeeeey?" Wolf interrupted his thoughts and his gentle mumblings to himself.
"Oh, sorry. What do you think you're doing?" Fox accused him, trying to push away from this leading anywhere else.
"I thought I made it pretty clear." He winked once again, staring in the vulpine's eyes. "I was only helping you with your drink, since you struggled so much with it." Wolf said with feigned consideration, to which Fox glared at him for. "You're pretty cute, y'know? Even looking at me like that makes you look like an upset lil' pup."
"I'm not cute! And I sure as hell ain't no pup! What do you want from me?!" Fox huffed in anger. Cute? Pup?! I swear, this guy.
"Oh come on now, you clearly are. What's so wrong with it? Don't be a bitch about it..."
"Now you're calling me a bitch?"
Wolf moved closer in response, whispering quietly into his ears. "Well, I'd love to make you my bitch tonight."
Uh... He was caught off guard by that, despite the more than obvious signs that it was leading up to be this way. And the worst part of it was, he couldn't say he wasn't turned on right now. "Wh-wh"
"You heard me."
"I-I can't..." He lowered his head bashfully, avoiding his gaze.
"Your body seems to disagree with you." Wolf stated slyly, which made Fox notice how much he'd been affected, how his attraction had settled itself in his groin; finding himself to be at half mast.
"F..." He quickly moved his hands to cover himself, turning to face away from the lupine. It's the alcohol, it's got to be that.
A head rested on Fox's shoulders, arms wrapped around his waist. "Hey, nothing to be shy about now." Whether it was comforting or lustful in nature, he wasn't sure; but he liked being held like this. But this was wrong, on so many levels.
"There kind of is. You know we're in public, right?"
"Oh, who else gives a fuck? They're too busy listening to whatever this sad excuse for music is." He jokingly said, rubbing Fox's chest gently. After a moment, the song swapped again into another remix of a well known song, except they practically removed the song and amplified the bass, adding abundant drops which seemingly appeared every 10 seconds.
He's still holding on to me. "Still..." Get me out get me out get me out GET ME OUT! "I gotta, go to the toilet, 'kay?"
"Sure, I'll come with." Fuck... Please God, stop me before I can't stop myself. The two moved around the crowd this time — Fox frantically searching for his friends — and made it to the toilet. Fox situated himself at the urinal furthest in the corner, which was another mistake. Wolf took the one to his side, much to the vulpine's annoyance. "Scootch." Fox motioned his hand, gesturing him to move over.
"Pff, really?" He let out a gentle chuckle, unmoving. This guy's determined... "What's wrong with taking this one?"
"It's kinda weird, taking the one nearer to someone when there are others free."
"Like you or I really care." He was right, it was just another half-hearted attempt to get out of this. He'd realised long ago now, but if he wanted to get away from him he easily could have; some subconscious part of Fox was enjoying this, or rather he was consciously enjoying it too. The thrill of doing something he knows he shouldn't, something that he'd regret, instead of having fun with Bill and the others.
Maybe it was the alcohol? That's a good thing to blame...
Fox continued staring at the wall directly in front of him, avoiding his eyes straying too far and seeing-
He'd finished shortly after entering, given that it was mostly an excuse to try get away from him, and it seemed Wolf was still going. Washing his hands, he walked out of the toilet without Wolf. Freedom...
But strangely enough, he found himself waiting. It was either go on his own and resume his search mission, or stay and wait for some horny wolf who wanted to get into his pants.
Yet it seemed unfair to describe it as only that...
It could just be the alcohol talking, but he was enjoying his time with Wolf. More so than he probably would have with Falco. He wasn't just a horny wolf, he seemed kind of sweet. He'd been complimenting him all night — if it could be called that.
That... And he was fucking hot.
His boner had died down by now, but just thinking about him threatened for it to start back up. Ridding his head of those thoughts, he patiently stood by the door. The door swung open, admitting the lupine back into the main room. "Heh, thought you might've bolted on me."
"Yeah... Got nothing better to do." That same phrase from earlier in the night drifted into his head.
"What, ditching your friends now?" He chuckled, causing Fox to look away from him. "You must really like me, huh?" He goaded, resulting in Fox walking away.
"Sh... Shut up." He meekly answered, only for an arm to grasp him around his waist, Wolf's muzzle moving closer towards his ears.
"Say, this place is shit. I live pretty close, care to come join me?" He seductively whispered in his ear. He wanted to, but then he'd be abandoning those he came with. What would happen to him? Doubt and fear crept into his heart. Isn't this how people get kidnapped?
But overbearing those emotions was his lust. They were the first ones to abandon him anyway, why should he care about leaving them?
He'd finally made up his mind based on a simple thought; Fuck it. Whatever happens, happens. Fox nodded his head to affirm this to the other. Making their way outside, he never managed to find his friends; not that he cared. Now that there was more light, Fox decided to inspect his partner further.
Mostly grey fur, with white accents. A white tuft of chest fur resting above his almost skintight blue shirt, lazily drifting in the wind. The black bomber jacket which adorned him left little to the imagination too; His musculature frame was clearly defined, but not to the stage where it was grotesque. The grey skinny jeans he wore seemingly served to show off more than if he weren't wearing anything. He was clearly attractive, very much so, and his gait said that he knew it too.
Piercing amethyst eyes standing in contrast to the dark expanse around them, little orbs of light reflecting against them, glistening. "I know you wanna check me out and all," interrupting this train of thought, Wolf smirked at him, "but could ya' stop staring at me? Starting to make me want to just skip the walk and fuck right here."
Was that a joke? Fox's face flared; caught red-handed. The rest of the walk back was mostly quiet. Fox settled to resting against Wolf as they walked, while the latter wrapped his arm around his waist.
Fox was struggling far more with walking than Wolf was, and he was almost certain he'd had less to drink than him; evident from their brief make-out session. He inwardly chuckled at the situation he found himself in. Who would've guessed that things would turn out this way? From not wanting to go out to needing to follow along with the charming lupine beside him.
So this is what a one-night stand is like...
He hadn't noticed when but they now stood inside a rather large lobby somewhere. Wolf led him to the elevator, where he pushed the button for the fifth floor. As the door closed, Wolf fiercely pushed Fox against the wall, looking at him for a moment before moving in.
His mouth hungrily clasped against the others, tongue diving in and lapping up all it could. It was messy, but it got the point across how much he wanted this. Fox moaned back in his mouth, submissively accepting the sloppy kiss, arms splayed against his chiselled chest. Wolf's arms roamed around his body, finding their way to his ass where he squeezed both cheeks, Fox's moan amplifying in volume.
The elevator dinged, signalling for them to get off. Wolf stopped the kiss, and made his way towards the room, with Fox wrapped around his waist hugging him. Fumbling around in his pockets for a moment, he finally found his room key. Unlocking the door, they burst in almost falling in the process. He kicked the door shut behind him, turning around and grabbing the vulpine under his arms, throwing them both onto the bed and pressing his body against the other's.
He groaned possessively, clumsily unbuttoning Fox's shirt with fervour, eventually giving up and ripping it open. The lupine drew a long lick from his stomach, sending shivers down Fox's spine. Fox's head lulled, tongue hanging out to the side.
When had he ever felt this way before?
All he could see now were those two amethyst eyes looking down at him, probing him. "Last chance, do you want this?"
A seemingly strange question from the person who'd been wanting to bang him all night. "God, yes." Fox let out in between his breathy moans. The other smirked in response, that same mischief in his eye which remained throughout the night.
"No changing this now, Foxy."
End note:
And that's the end of chapter 1; this will probably only end up being around 3 to 4 chapters long. Regarding the next chapter, I'm open to opinion. It's clear now that they are about to, ya'know... So, that being said, the second chapter will either continue on from where this left off, or skip the 'events' but keep the implications behind it.
I will warn you however that I'm not much of a 'sexualised' person, so to speak, so I might not be the best at writing stuff like that.
Also, before the next chapter of "A New Perspective", I gotta write another "independent" one-shot which will tie into it, so that might delay it too... But anyway, until next time!