I’ll take you home.”
“ A’right,” the rabbit mumbled.
“ Oh, stay a while,” Alexan said. “At least you, Benton. You’re not d-drunk.”
Benton eased back into his chair. Alexan accompanied Mikka and Phineas to the door, entreating them to stay over Mikka’s quiet refusals.
“ Your mate’s still working late?” Jonas asked Benton.
Benton nodded. “He’s trying to help us afford a better apartment.”
“ Can’t he get help from his family?”
The fox shook his head. “He doesn’t want to ask them.” He sighed. “It’s complicated. But it’s all right.”
Jonas could see that it was, even if Benton’s smile was a bit hesitant. He smiled back. “I’m glad to hear that. I still hope I can get to meet him.”
“ Me too.” Benton’s tail wagged, which Jonas thought was just adorable.
Alexan came back into the room, and a glance at him made Jonas uneasy. The tilt of his ears and the set of his muzzle were familiar—not bad, not yet, but not far off. Before Jonas could say anything, Alexan waved a paw at him. “Getting all comfy? Why not show Benton some real hospitality?”
“ Oh, I’m fine,” Benton said brightly.
“ Jonas has a lot of ta-alent. I’m sure he could think of something.”
Benton looked puzzled now. “I don’t understand.”
“ Oh.” Alexan sat on the couch and fumbled at the lacings of his pants. “Jonas, come over here and show him.”
“ I…” Jonas looked at Alexan, hoping the fox could still stop.
“ Why not?” Alexan smiled and let his sheath and rising erection out into the air.
Benton was still looking down at the floor, but as Jonas glanced at him, he got up. “Maybe I should get going. It’s kind of late.”
“ Oh, sit down, Benton,” Alexan said lazily, grinning widely now. “Don’t be a prude.”
Benton paused and then reluctantly sat down, tail curled around his lap. Jonas almost encouraged him to leave, but Alexan had leaned over and pulled his head around. “Come on, kitty,” he said, smiling. “It’s a happy occasion.”
Jonas abandoned his pleading eyes and lowered his head. Alexan, unlike some clients Jonas had known, did not have the ability to perform well while intoxicated. Jonas’s tongue badly needed a rest by the time the fox’s seed splashed across it.
“ Now do Benton,” Alexan said. “We don’t want to leave him out.”
“ I don’t…” Benton started.
Alexan cut him off. “Come on, Benton. You’re used to c-cougars. Jonas wants to d-do it. Don’t turn him down.”
Jonas looked at the smaller red fox and saw his reluctance in his eyes and ears. He stood up. “Actually, I think I’ll go to bed. I don’t feel so good.”
“ You’ve got time,” Alexan said, no longer sounding drunk.
“ I really don’t feel so good.” Jonas glanced at Benton and gave him the briefest of encouraging smiles, and then walked into the spare room.
The water jug by the bedside table was empty, and there was nothing else in the room to wash the taste out of his muzzle with. He sat down on the bed and closed his eyes, drawing his knees up to his chest and curling his tail around himself.
He deliberately tried not to listen to the noises outside. Focused inward, he didn’t even hear Alexan come into the room until the fox spoke.
“ What the hell was that?”
Jonas raised his head. “What?”
“ You embarrassed me. In front of my friends and business partners.”
“ I said I don’t feel good.”
“ I know what you said. You felt good enough to do me. How do you think that made Benton feel?”
Jonas couldn’t think of any response to that. Hadn’t Alexan noticed, hadn’t he seen? Jonas thought Benton couldn’t have broadcast his feelings any louder if he’d shouted “I feel extremely uncomfortable with all this!”
Interpreting his silence as guilty assent, Alexan continued. “He left right away. He works for one of my most important contacts!”
“ You don’t…”
“ Quiet.” Alexan
“ A’right,” the rabbit mumbled.
“ Oh, stay a while,” Alexan said. “At least you, Benton. You’re not d-drunk.”
Benton eased back into his chair. Alexan accompanied Mikka and Phineas to the door, entreating them to stay over Mikka’s quiet refusals.
“ Your mate’s still working late?” Jonas asked Benton.
Benton nodded. “He’s trying to help us afford a better apartment.”
“ Can’t he get help from his family?”
The fox shook his head. “He doesn’t want to ask them.” He sighed. “It’s complicated. But it’s all right.”
Jonas could see that it was, even if Benton’s smile was a bit hesitant. He smiled back. “I’m glad to hear that. I still hope I can get to meet him.”
“ Me too.” Benton’s tail wagged, which Jonas thought was just adorable.
Alexan came back into the room, and a glance at him made Jonas uneasy. The tilt of his ears and the set of his muzzle were familiar—not bad, not yet, but not far off. Before Jonas could say anything, Alexan waved a paw at him. “Getting all comfy? Why not show Benton some real hospitality?”
“ Oh, I’m fine,” Benton said brightly.
“ Jonas has a lot of ta-alent. I’m sure he could think of something.”
Benton looked puzzled now. “I don’t understand.”
“ Oh.” Alexan sat on the couch and fumbled at the lacings of his pants. “Jonas, come over here and show him.”
“ I…” Jonas looked at Alexan, hoping the fox could still stop.
“ Why not?” Alexan smiled and let his sheath and rising erection out into the air.
Benton was still looking down at the floor, but as Jonas glanced at him, he got up. “Maybe I should get going. It’s kind of late.”
“ Oh, sit down, Benton,” Alexan said lazily, grinning widely now. “Don’t be a prude.”
Benton paused and then reluctantly sat down, tail curled around his lap. Jonas almost encouraged him to leave, but Alexan had leaned over and pulled his head around. “Come on, kitty,” he said, smiling. “It’s a happy occasion.”
Jonas abandoned his pleading eyes and lowered his head. Alexan, unlike some clients Jonas had known, did not have the ability to perform well while intoxicated. Jonas’s tongue badly needed a rest by the time the fox’s seed splashed across it.
“ Now do Benton,” Alexan said. “We don’t want to leave him out.”
“ I don’t…” Benton started.
Alexan cut him off. “Come on, Benton. You’re used to c-cougars. Jonas wants to d-do it. Don’t turn him down.”
Jonas looked at the smaller red fox and saw his reluctance in his eyes and ears. He stood up. “Actually, I think I’ll go to bed. I don’t feel so good.”
“ You’ve got time,” Alexan said, no longer sounding drunk.
“ I really don’t feel so good.” Jonas glanced at Benton and gave him the briefest of encouraging smiles, and then walked into the spare room.
The water jug by the bedside table was empty, and there was nothing else in the room to wash the taste out of his muzzle with. He sat down on the bed and closed his eyes, drawing his knees up to his chest and curling his tail around himself.
He deliberately tried not to listen to the noises outside. Focused inward, he didn’t even hear Alexan come into the room until the fox spoke.
“ What the hell was that?”
Jonas raised his head. “What?”
“ You embarrassed me. In front of my friends and business partners.”
“ I said I don’t feel good.”
“ I know what you said. You felt good enough to do me. How do you think that made Benton feel?”
Jonas couldn’t think of any response to that. Hadn’t Alexan noticed, hadn’t he seen? Jonas thought Benton couldn’t have broadcast his feelings any louder if he’d shouted “I feel extremely uncomfortable with all this!”
Interpreting his silence as guilty assent, Alexan continued. “He left right away. He works for one of my most important contacts!”
“ You don’t…”
“ Quiet.” Alexan
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