High School Dreams 2:
An Act of Love

by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for M/M
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He's relaxed so, these last few months. At least once we're alone in private. I love sleeping with him, teasing him awake in the morning with my mouth. I love kissing him, he's a glorious kisser. Hell who am I kidding, I love this guy. So much I'm willing to put up with the sneaking around.

It's some consolation that he's always coming back to me, while all those bimbos who are trying to get into his pants will only ever get a leer and a wink or a slap on the ass. I know that's not what he's really like, and I may just be the only one.

I wish he was comfortable being this wonderful person he is with me out there, but I don't think he's ready for that. He's only just getting comfortable enough to initiate sucking me off.

And dear gods was that moment exquisite.

Not the best blow job I've ever had, but the memory is still enough to get me hard. His face between my legs, those lips wrapped around my cock ... it was incredible. He'll need some practice so my cum doesn't spill everywhere, but that's hardly a big deal.

I shift slightly in the bed and nuzzle his sleeping form. His parents were in the city for almost a month this time, had some business to attend to, so while we've been able to see each other enough moments like these have been few and far between.

His parents had most delightful timing for taking off for two weeks, just in time to spend the long weekend after my birthday together.

He came to my party, at least. He doesn't mind being out with me ... just as long as no-one can tell that it's me he's out with. I swear every time one of my family was around he tensed up, as though they were going to make some announcement about how much time we spend alone in my bedroom. I wish I knew how to make him relax about that.

Not even subtly pointing out the other same-sex couples, with kits and without, that my family embraces fully seems to ease his mind. Still, he's mine while we are in the same city, and I can't complain too much. He's still fun to be with even when we're not fooling around, which is beyond great.

And thank all heavens, the rumor mill at school hasn't got a bloody clue that I've caught, though both our teams are starting to wonder how the hell we get along so well.

Mine are just happy I'm happy, especially when I point out I haven't done a bit of homework for him.

He's cute when he's sleeping. Mind you I think he's always cute, that shiny black fur and all those muscles just does something to me. And I'll be the last one complaining.

Even knowing it'll be over in a couple months, knowing the date from the beginning, it's been worth it. As bad as it'll hurt to leave, the last few months have been worth it. I don't know if he's really thought about what it will mean though. He's always known I was going away to college, the scholarship certificate was one of the first things in my room that he notices, but I don't know if he understands it'll mean the end of us.

But the future isn't something he seems to think about a lot. Not that I should be surprised. I'm sure his is largely planned out, and involves following in his parent's footsteps. Not that they're horrible footsteps to follow in, I think as I look around his room. It's pretty much the epitome of the jet-setting lifestyle and he seems to be content enough with the fate. It's not like I hear him complain about things, or talk about dreams that this wouldn't permit.

Except for being with me. He's like a dream for me, I know that much, every time the touches me, every time he holds me it's just, indescribable. I've tried to make sure he knows that. I don't what him to think I just slept with him and then took off, like the stereotype his soccer buddies seem to be trying to live up to.

I'm not looking forward to the talk I'm going to have to start in another month or so, about the fact I have to go away soon. I don't know if he wants to wait for me, but I know that no matter how much this Panther means to me, I don't want to be alone for four years, or even longer, if I get an internship or funding to go on for my Masters, or a second degree. At the very least, I want the option to date, even if I end up not taking it.

But for now I've got him, and I smile as I snuggle in against his side. He's so warm. The contact rouses him a little, and he throws an arm over me to draw me closer.

"Morning sleepyhead," I say softly, producing a chuckle from him as I run my hands down his body. He loves to sleep. But he loves to do nearly everything he does.

"It is," he murmurs in that soft, rich voice of his. "And we are completely alone."

"And that's a good thing," I smile and lean forward to kiss him as my fingers explore his familiar body.

"I thought I was going to go nuts," he says softly, nuzzling my cheek. "Touching myself just isn't the same as when you do it."

"It never is," I purr a hard truth as me hands move over the hard curve of his ass.

"And sleeping alone sucks too."

"Yes, it does," I murmur softly and claim his mouth as I slide a hand between us to fondle his balls.

The things this kat can do with a kiss are just unspeakable. If I didn't have to breathe I'd never ever let him move away. Eventually he does, though by that time there's something much more satisfying resting between his legs. After two weeks he's a bit wound up.

I so love it when he's wound up. He makes the most incredible sounds, even more than normal, that is. "'I think you're ready for a little loving, handsome."

"Oh I am," he chuckles softly. "The question is, are you?"

"From you, always," I breathe softly in his ear as my body holds that statement true to the test.

He tightens his arm around me and rolls us both over until he's on top of me, pressing my chest into the mattress. He knows how much I love it when he takes the initiative, how much he turns me on, and now is no different as my legs spread for him. I can feel my body's arousal shoot up and a soft sound of desire escape my throat as he speaks. "Are you quite sure of that?"


"Well you sound pretty sure," he teases me with that incredible voice, and the fingers of one hand curled around my balls and I arch into that touch. "You know, I haven't quite given you all of your birthday present yet."

"Oh?" My curiosity is peaked despite the increasingly insistent call of my body.

"Not quite," he chuckles, kissing the base of my neck. It sends a shudder right down my spine. "I'm going to give you something you've always wanted."

My eyes go wide even before I've processed the possibilities for that, and I know he's finally worked himself up to mounting me.

"I want to make you feel better than you ever have before Ty," he whispers softly, and suddenly his heavy cock against my rump is the only thing I can concentrate on. "I want you to feel that with me."

"I do every time you touch me," I gasp, my mind and body so turned on I can barely stand it as I push my hips up against him.

"Don't get too excited there," he chuckles softly, running his free hand down my side. "I ... I don't exactly know how this is done."

"Ever gone all the way with a girl?" I ask, hoping he's at least done that much. It'll make things a bit simpler.

"Once," he nodded. "Most of what you hear's just boasting."

"The concept is much the same," I purr, forcing myself to focus on him, and making sure he has a good experience. "Do you have lube?"

"Uhhh, yeah." His voice is so expressive, I can hear the shy smile. "It's in the nightstand."

"We'll need it," I purr, smiling softly myself. "Would you rather I prep myself?"

"I ... really don't know," he admits quietly, rolling off me and opening one of the drawers in his nightstand to retrieve the tube of lubricant. It looks like he hasn't even opened it.

He's so sweet and vulnerable when he's like this. I can't help but feel intensely protective of him. "I can guide your hand," I tell him softly, shifting to nuzzle him. "It's difficult to hurt me with fingers unless you try too."

"I'm not going to hurt you Ty," he murmurs softly. "That's the last thing I want."

"I know," I smile reassuringly and kiss him as I slip the tube from his fingers to open it. "You never will. It's not in you."

He smiles and runs one hand down my side, his eyes watching my face with that delicious intensity when I shiver. I undo the lid and reach for his right hand to squeeze a good glob onto it.

"Spread that on your fingers thoroughly."

It's thick, and it mats his fur in just a few moments. He's still watching me more than what he's doing, and I wonder how he's feeling about this. I can smell his arousal, but that's nothing new. There's always at least a touch of it when I'm around.

But beyond just how badly I want this, I also want to be the one to show him. I love him too much to trust these things to another, they can go wrong so easily on the first few times. I've dreamed about having him inside me since before we even spoke to one another, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would be his first, or that it would be like this, with him making the first move.

The effort to control myself is well worth it however, and I roll to my back and bring my knees to my chest. No way in hell I'm not going to watch this.

"Press one finger in, as fast as you are comfortable." I tell him, my voice soft.

He's tentative, but also a bit curious I think, as he touches me beneath the tail. It could be the first time he's really seen it so close ... grabbing a glimpse of a guy's sheath isn't so hard in the showers, but there's not so many flashing their assholes all over the place. He touches me slowly, gently, just rubbing against my entrance to begin with, feeling the way it twitches and responds to his touch. Then he sets a fingertip against it and lifts his gaze to meet mine. I can see his hesitation, his nervousness as he slowly increases the pressure so I reach across to gently stroke his leg, encouraging him until eventually my body parts and his finger sinks in.

The familiar pleasure, combined with who's doing this, draws a deep moan from me. "Oh, yessss."

He's so uncertain I'd laugh, if there weren't much more distracting sensations running through me taking precedence for my voice. This incredible hunk of a panther, his finger buried inside me and completely uncertain of what to do next. In the end he seems to decide on a slow finger-fucking, slipping his finger all the way out and then penetrating me again. Can't hurt to have him more comfortable with it, and by the gods it feels fantastic.

"Oh, gods, Darren," I moan, shuddering. I can feel the precum already dribbling into my fur. "Ohh ... add a finger." I pant, closing my eyes for a moment before looking at him again. It's been a while, if you don't count the dildos, since I've had anyone pay attention to he this way.

"You're sure?" he asks softly, but then he sees the expression on my face. I'm hard pressed to imagine what I must look like, but it spreads a smile across his face and eases his uncertainty. A moment later a second finger joins the first as the entrance to my body. His touch is still a little tentative at first, but it doesn't take him long to have them both sliding smoothly back and forth as I moan and whimper. I swear I'm going to cum just from this at this rate. I want him in me first. I need him in me.

"Slick your cock," I tell him, my voice strained with the pleasure racing through me as I let my legs slide down.

He just nods, and I can see from the way his chest moves that he's breathing's picked up a bit. I love moments like this, when I can see each and every muscle moving beneath his skin. Like everything else he's done tonight he does it slowly and carefully. He's so gentle, so tender; it's such a pity it gets buried under all that egotistical garbage. Not that I don't like it when he acts out a little, but it's a shame that this side doesn't see the light of day more often.

"You are beautiful, Darren," I whisper as I curl up to my knees and kiss him. "And very, very special to me."

He slips an arm around my waist and draws me in against his chest, lowering his lips to mine and kissing me again, tender and passionate. "And you are to me," his whisper gives me chills, it's so intense. "You know that."

"Yes, I do," I purr, torn between staying right where I am, and having him mount me.

"Good," he murmurs softly, the fingers of his dry hand coming up to stroke my cheek. "I need you to know that."

"I have, for a while now," I smile at him with the reassurance and rest against his chest for a moment. "I never doubted your words."

"You know me much too well Ty," he chuckles softly, his hands sliding back down across my body.

That's quite more than I can take, that touch. I moan again, soft and needy, and reluctantly pull away and roll over to hands and knees. "Just like with the girl," I moan, shivering in anticipation. "Just press in."

Slow and careful, so careful, he settles in behind me and I can feel the weight of his cock resting against my opening. You'd think I was the one having my first time. A soft moan escapes as he presses against me, taking a while to figure out the angles and pressures involved and then all of a sudden he gets it and half his cock slips into me along my well lubed passage.

"Oh fuck," he moans, his hips making small instinctive thrusting motions. "Fuck Ty you're so tight."

I want to respond, I really do, but anything more than pleasure is quite beyond my vocal coordination right now. It's that intense, that good. I never want this to end. I want him to fuck me hard, make both of us roar as it gets to be too much.

I love him.

I love this.

He lets out a long, low moan as he sinks himself deeper into my body, panting and moaning from it. I know I'm not making that any easier, gripping and caressing him with my insides. I'm sure I'm moaning and crying out as well, but I can't hear myself and I couldn't tell you what I'm saying. All I can feel is his cock, spreading me open and filling me up.

This moment could last forever and I'd never complain. Then it gets better, the prickling sensations of him pulling out draws something near a scream of pleasure from me. I can hear in intensity and amplitude of my voice, though I'm past caring what I say. I just want more.

He's saying ... something. I can't make out the words, just that voice, deep and soft, running over me like water. His arms around me, his weight on top of me, his cock deep inside me. I can't even tell where our bodies are any more, just that I can feel his fur against mine and his cock inside me moving slowly back and forward in long, deep strokes.

It ... it's impossibly intense. As much as I want this to last, I can't hold back. I can feel myself screaming out, but I can't hear it. His cock feels so thick and hard with my body clamping down around it, feels like it reaches through into the deepest parts of me. Somewhere, somewhere far away, my seed sprays out across the sheets in long ropes. Through it all he holds me against him, that incredible cock still buried inside me and his hot strength all around me.

My wonderful panther, and the wonderful things he does to me.

I'm still gasping for air when some vague semi balance of awareness of the outside world filters back. He's managed to get me onto my side somehow, although to be honest I wouldn't have been in much condition to resist. He's got his arms around my, nuzzling me softly, and the first time I try to move there's an immediate reminder he's still inside me. Somehow that doesn't bring me hard again all at once. After what just happened, maybe I should just give myself a few moments.

At least long enough to regain control over my limbs, anyway.

"Gods," I manage to mumble. At least my voice is sorda working, though it's pretty slurred. "Gods, Darren."

"Shuu," he murmurs softly, kissing my cheek. "You really went off."

That's putting it exquisitely minorly. "Yeah."

"So I guess there's not much point is asking whether it was good for you?" he says with a broad grin.

"Not less're blind and def," I manage with a low chuckle. "More?" I squeeze my ass slightly and moan at the sensations that run through me.

"You sure you're ready?"

Gods he is so sweet. "Definitely," I feel my voice rumble. "You don't have to stop when I cum."

He rolls us over until he's on top of me, his weight covering me just like in my dreams, but so much hotter for being real. "Tonight, this is just for you Ty," he murmurs as he slowly begins to move inside me again, drawing moans I feel as much as hear. "I don't want you to miss a single moment."

"Oh gods, Darren." He's going to kill me with this. I'm already in heaven. I can feel every contour and, ridge and barb as he sinks deep into me and draws out. It's never been this good.

Except that he'd never kill me, never let me fall, hell at the moment I don't even want him to let me out of his arms. I just want to stay here beneath him, listening to his panting breath and the gentle moans as his cock slides back and forth, the pleasure in an act of love with both gain from.

He's so good to me. So incredibly good. I know I've lost track of what I'm moaning again, and it only manages to intensify the feel of his weight over me , the thick, rough length pumping into me and the sound of his breathing and moans in his own pleasure.

I wouldn't notice of half the soccer team burst into the room right now, or the police or, hell, even his parents. But I feel it when he comes inside me, his body arching against mine as that thick rich cum of his erupts from him in long, powerful jets.

The heat and slick feel breaks my own limit again, and the universe shrinks again to the intense pleasure of my orgasm as I roar out, and the effect it has on the gorgeous Panther above me.

I can't be sure, but I think it takes me quite a while to come back.

When I manage awareness again he's lying still on top of me again, so heavy and warm. I don't even have time to form a coherent thought before a twitch in my ass confirms he's still buried inside me.

"I thought you said you didn't always go off like that," he whispers softly, having to stop licking at my cheek to do so.

"You do it to me," I murmur, more content and happy than I can remember in my life. "Feeling you cum inside me."

"You're a hot ride Ty." Typical meathead comment, but somehow he manages to make the compliment shine through the choice of words.

"You're just hot," I grin back at him and snuggle black. "Gods, you feel good."

"So do you," he murmurs softly. His cock twitches inside me and I know it's true. "I would never have guessed it would be like this."

"I'm glad it feels good for you too," I purr and reach back with one hand to scritch his ears and jaw. "It's supposed to be good for both of us."

He tips his head up as I scritch underneath his chin and purrs loudly, a delicious sensation as the powerful vibrations pass directly through my back and in towards my core. It's almost as good as the way he takes me. Gods I love this kat.

"Happy birthday Ty," he says softly, kissing my cheek.

"Thank you," I purr, the warmth of his seed and actions warming me deep inside. "'Best present I've had in a long time."

High School Dreams 2: An Act of Love

NC-17 for M/M
Het Level is None
Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is Medium
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

23 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written March 15, 2003 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Vorex

Setting: Generic Furry

Primary Races: Cheetah, Panther

Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M). Romance (Teen)

Pairings: Tyden Swyla/Darren Pending

Blurb: Darren has a very special birthday present for Tyden, one that he waits for them to be alone to give.

Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.

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