Granola Bar

AN: I had so much fun writing this story. The Uke boy is not my own creatin, though the hiker is. I was shown a cute Uke and I made a Seme to go with him. That's the first time I ever did that. ^_^; Normally, I make both of my boys. But, I actually enjoyed this VERY much. This story is fluff and smut, all rolled into one.

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Ty stepped over yet another giant fallen tree and snagged a thin blade of long-grass from the ground as he landed firmly on his feet. He stuck it in his mouth, between his teeth, and chewed as he continued to trek over brush. It was another gorgeous day and the sunlight was streaming through the trees in little brilliant strips that made the ground look like it was polka-dotted with sun. Ty couldn't be happier to be out for another perfect hike through the forest. His thighs were beginning to cramp a little, but that was only because he hadn't taken the time to stretch his muscles before venturing out for another hike.

But with the warm weather streak that had been going on these past couple days, Ty didn't want to take the chance and miss any of it. After being cooped up all winter, seeing the sun come out and melt all the snow to reveal budding grass and flowers was like the sweetest visual ambrosia that Ty had ever known. The first morning had woken him slowly, then once he'd caught sight of the sunlight that was obviously not reflected off of white snow, he'd popped out of bed and dressed so quickly that he'd barely buttoned his pants before running out the front door of his meager cottage.

Ty loved his little one-floor house. Sure, it was on the back-end of some old couple's property, but it was private and quaint and it was all his. The rent was great too. There was a patch of fertile land right by it, where Ty grew a decent amount of fresh fruit and vegetables to keep him from going hungry, and he had plenty leftover to sell in the town market. He made a nice profit. Enough to keep him living comfortably. Plus, Ty didn't use mush electricity, nor did he use much water. His clothes he washed in the nearby stream, and he bathed there too.

Of course, in the winter, he was forced to actually use his shower and some power, but he didn't like it. If he had the choice, Ty would live completely off of the forest, but...well, he refused to hunt, so that cut his food supply down to slim pickings. Not that he was a vegetarian or anything, but he just couldn't bring himself to actually kill his own food. Nor could he put up traps to catch his food.

In fact, Ty made it his business to purposely disarm traps he came across in the woods. The thought of a helpless animal just walking through the forest and suddenly getting snared and most likely remaining trapped until it died, made his soul ache. Animals really were his weakness. Ty liked to think of himself as an animal pioneer. Helper of the weak, defender of the furry, hero to the innocent.

Ty was also a bit of a daydreamer.

And getting slightly hungry.

There was a nearby fallen tree that looked like the perfect place for a rest, so he slowed down at it's side then plopped right down on the broad side of it. Leaning back on his forearms, he let his purple backpack fall to the ground behind him, then he opened one of the pockets and pulled out a granola bar. Peanut butter flavored. His favorite.

As he open the tasty treat, he caught sight of his obnoxiously colored backpack. People often stared at him when he went into town with it. A tall guy, with longish auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail and the shorter pieces falling forward around his face. Thick eyebrows and a goatee, and his beloved hiking boots laced halfway up his calves over his camouflage pants. He looked like some scruffy commando at first, then they all caught sight of his lilac backpack, completely with a giant flower printed on the back of it.

But to Ty, it was his most prized possession. He'd left home when he was 18, the first chance he got, skipped college and went to go make his own life somewhere quiet. A child of the city and from an family with 'old money', Ty had hated the whole scene. Here, 5 years later, he was finally happy.

The only drawback of leaving home was that his bastard of a father had told him he'd be disowned if he didn't fulfill his 'familial obligations'. Meaning step into his father's place once he was old enough. But Ty had wanted no part of that seedy world of attorneys and CEO's.

He'd been happy to leave it. And his uncaring mother. But, he'd really been broken to have to leave his little sister. She'd gifted him with her favorite backpack as a goodbye present. Ty hadn't even had any words to tell her how much it meant to him, and she promised to come visit him as soon as she was able. Without their parents knowing, of course.

She'd be 18 in nine months. Ty knew she'd find a way to visit after that. Until then, he was okay on his own. But he missed her, severely. And he couldn't deny that he was sort of lonely out here by himself.

But, there was no point in worrying or fretting about it now. He had a beautiful day, a sweet snack, and the birds were singing him his own personal symphony. Though, just as he was about to chow down, he heard something odd. Something whimpering. Like, an animal in pain.

Which made him very angry. Damn those hunters and their horrible traps! Ty was going to find a way to beat every last one of them to death if he could!

He stashed the open bar in a side pocket of his backpack and sprang to his feet, gracefully sprinting towards that sound. He'd help that poor creature any way he could.

The cries grew louder as he stomped through the thick brush, boots crushing all manner of plant and twigs underfoot. Leaping over one large log, he came to a small hollow, a somewhat secluded area lined with large rocks and soft grass.

And there on a particularly large bed of green moss, lay a boy. But it wasn't a normal boy.

Oh dear god, it was a kitsune! A Fox! A hybrid!

Ty had never actually seen one, for they were supposed to be quite elusive and living in deep forests where humans couldn't disturb them. But here one was, laying face down on a mossy patch of ground, rich brown-colored tail waving agitatedly up in the air over a pert little butt. Long legs ended in large animal-like feet, with claws that matched the ones on the tips of the boys fingers. Cute brown pointed ears topped a thick mane of black raven hair. It was an interesting combination, one Ty had never seen in the wild on any other manner of animal. But it sure was charming. He found himself unable to move, afraid of frightening the young Fox away. He had no idea why one was apparently all alone this close to civilization, but he wasn't going to question it. This was a spectacular occurrence, and he was going to gaze upon this rare beautiful hybrid as long as he could.

But then he realized those pained noises he'd been hearing before were actually coming from the young Fox right in front of him.

The Fox was all but writhing against the ground, the muscles in his thighs straining harshly. But what was wrong? Ty could see no ropes or snares, no sort of trap or cage at all. Why was the Fox making such pitiful noises and moving in such a jerked motion?

Then the male rolled over onto his back, exposing himself fully, and Ty almost whistled at the sight before him. The Fox had an erection, which was shocking enough and made Ty feel like he should look away, but...he couldn't. Foxy was also rubbing at himself almost desperately, hand flat against his cock and dragging along the underside of it quickly, almost too quickly. The delicate skin of that curving cock was getting to an angry red, one not associated with good feelings.

Before he could stop himself, Ty stepped forward. “Hey, stop that! You're going to hurt yourself!” Then he gritted his teeth, halting his movements and positive the Fox would now be running away in fear. But instead of running, the boy's head popped up, and he stared at Ty with wide eyes the color of warm honey, liquid and smooth.

Before Ty could even blink, the Fox was flipping to all fours and skittering over to him, clawing at his leg and pulling up to where that black-haired head was almost level with his crotch. Then, shocking Ty above all else and making him sputter in confusion, the Fox started grinding against his leg. Like a dog in heat, just rubbing and making the softest little breathless sounds with one flushed cheek pressed to his thigh. What the hell?!

Oh god, maybe...Maybe the little guy was in heat? And obviously not knowledgeable at all on how to make it better, which meant it was his first. But...Why didn't he know what to do? And where were all the other kitsunes? Was this one...an orphan or abandoned or something?

Ty recovered from from his shock and tried to push the Fox off his legs, pushing him down to the ground and pinning him with one hand on that heaving flat chest as he tried to figure out what to do. He glanced at the boy, kneeling at his side and still pinning him.

He could get up. Just get up and walk away.

Foxy made a desperate whine in his throat as if in answer to his thoughts, limbs flailing in effort to pull Ty closer or push him away, he couldn't really tell. Well, that seemed to make up his mind. Ty used his free hand to reach down to the Fox's thighs, which he rested his hand against. “Foxy...Do you want me to...help you here?”

Only more pained whimpering and one harsh shriek as those thighs trembled and fought to rub together for friction.

“Shh, it's alright. I'll help. Just relax...” Then Ty reached down and ever so lightly cupped his palm over the boy's cock, which was emanating enough heat to almost burn his hands. Then he pressed down, palm meeting supple throbbing skin and covering it.

At once, the boy tensed and those legs fell open, pink lips parting to moan like some wanton thing and hump against Ty's hand. He eased his palm down harder, letting the boy thrust against him and gulping at the sight of that scrunched up face so in need. Of him.

Almost accidentally, Ty's fingers slipped down, fondling over the boy's pert round testicles and lightly kneading them. When the boy bucked up in surprise, his fingers slipped even lower towards the boys anus and felt something slick along the tips of his fingers.

He yanked his hand back alarmingly, afraid that liquid was blood or something, and instead, he saw his digits coated with something slick and shiny. The liquid was clear and very viscous. Curious, he raised his hand up to his nose and sniffed carefully. There was no scent, other than a faint musk, and he blinked. There was something familiar about this substance. Almost like it was...

His jaw dropped. “Oh dear sweet jesus! Is that even possible?!” There was no way it was...It couldn't be...Was it...?

Experimentally, he reached back down, sliding his fingers down over those full globes and rubbing his fingers over that twitching slippery portal, letting them get wet with that mystery fluid, then on a whim, he slipped one inside.

There was absolutely no resistance at all, only the sudden sharp needy yelp of the young kitsune. The boy's body arched like a bow and those long legs flew open even wider.

It was a picture of pure unadulterated sexuality.

Ty felt himself getting excited and a little breathless. But, it's not like he was going to do anything. He was just helping the poor Kitsune get through his first heat. No way would he take advantage.

But then Foxy looked up at him, eyes slitted and cheeks flushed. Those lips were parted for tiny flossy moans to leak through and he looked desperate. Thin clawed fingers reached suddenly, trying to grasp his brown shirt and pull him closer.

Ty throbbed. All over. He'd made it his credo to help animals in need, right? He couldn't go against his own credo.

Ty carefully added a second finger with the first and was rewarded with another sharp yelp of pleasure, pointed ears twitching excitedly, flickering back and forth helplessly. The tightness gripping his fingers was almost painful, yet so hot and wet at the same time that he felt himself shudder, his eyes slipping shut from the sensation.

What would it be like to slid inside that heat? That consuming clenching grip? He almost couldn't think of it without messing his pants.

Breath coming hard now, and his fingers almost cramping from moving so swiftly in between those tight cheeks, Ty had to brace himself on one arm, leaning forward slightly over the boy and looking in those warm amber eyes. “Do you...?” He breathed, sweat forming on his brow. “Do you want me to...?”

Fox boy only yelped again, arms flying up over his head to claw at the grass weakly. Those sharp high-pitched yips were so dire, so in need of help, that Ty couldn't help but want to give in.

One trembling hand reached down to undo his pants, and Ty almost couldn't work his zipper, so shaky was he, but he got it open and then scooted closer to the little kitsune, maneuvering himself between those quivering thighs. A heavy groan left his lips as he pulled himself free from the confines of his pants, chagrined to see himself already hard as a rock and leaking like a faucet.

It had been a long time for Ty.

Sadly, that might mean he wouldn't be able to last long.

Though, as long as he gave the kitsune some relief, he really didn't think it would matter.

Still shaking, the cries of the writhing Fox doing nothing to help calm him, Ty slowly eased one hand under the Fox's back, palm resting in the groove at the base of that knobby spine. Fur from the Fox's tail tickled at his fingers, and for some reason, only made him more breathless. That fur was so soft and thick. And sensuous.

The hand not holding up the gentle kitsune wrapped around his now aching length, guiding himself to that self-lubricated pucker of pink flesh. A hiss escaped through his teeth at the first touch of his cock to that wet heat, and he had to forcibly slow himself down, easing himself in. The boy mewed beneath him, body spasming helplessly in his grip, and then Ty felt that protective ring of muscle give way, opening up to him and he slid inside easily, aided by the boy's slickness.

“Oh god...” He wheezed, shuddering at the feel of such a welcoming embrace. He hadn't had a lover in so long, and this felt so good, and he just couldn't...

The boy barked, bringing him back to his senses, and Ty experimentally shifted, withdrawing and then thrusting back into that tensing sheath. The kitsune's legs were flailing, not knowing where to go or what to do, so Ty grabbed them with his free hand, the other hand lifting the boy further onto his lap, and then he guided those foxy feet up over his shoulders. His hand slid down to caress the back of the boy's thigh, gently and reassuringly. Now that they were locked together, the boy might get scared, and Ty didn't want him to hurt himself.

He thrust slowly, that suffocating heat making him dizzy and he dipped his head forward and shut his eyes, to focus only on the feel of that intoxicating body. Soft happy cries met his ears and spurred him on, and he tried his hardest to get the angle right.

It'd been a long time for him, and even longer since he'd been in this position during sex. A sudden squeak made him smile, cause he knew then he'd struck the good stuff. Aiming for that, he thrust harder, quickly working up a steady rhythm.

Ty opened his eyes and found the kitsune staring back at him, eyes unfocused but obviously seeing him. The moment stretched between them, soft breaths leaving their lips, then slow and cautious, Ty leaned down and pressed his mouth to that of the Fox, softly at first, then a bit harder when the boy whimpered against his lips needily.

Sharp teeth nipped at his lower lip, but the pain melted among the heat of that little mouth, so inexperienced and just licking at his own with a slick tongue. Fox boy's mouth tasted like pine and sweetgrass, an interesting mix that Ty found nonetheless enchanting and he wanted more, kissing deeper and feeling the boy's bottom clenching around his cock. He pulled back with a gasp, unable to focus on moving his lips in time with his hips.

On the Fox's stomach lay that curved little cock, hard and dripping precum into a small bellybutton. It was throbbing so hard, Ty could see the pulse in it, and he pulled the boy's back higher, helping to change the angle and hoping his was getting it right. He hadn't had many lovers in his life and he wasn't sure if he was doing it right.

But if the ever-increasing noises from the boy were any indication of his ability, then Ty was doing a very good job. That slim torso was expanding quicker, breaths wheezing in and out, and the youth was clutching at the ground, most likely looking for anything to steady himself.

Ty thrust a little quicker, eyes shutting as his stomach tightened and signaled his impending release. Another short barking moan from the kitsune, then Ty felt those tight tight muscles in that pert little bottom all squeeze at once, nearly choking his cock and he stopped, unable to move in that impossibly viselike passage. With the boy's muscles milking at him, Ty let out a raspy breath, moaning as he came, spilling into the boy's body in thick pulsing spurts that made him feel like his balls were being sucked dry.

“Oh holy-” He cut off with a ragged moan as he watched the boy tense up like a bow, then with one drawn out howl, the Fox came, nearly gushing out onto his flat quivering stomach for long moments.

Something hot rushed through Ty, from the top of his head to the very tips of his toes, following his orgasm and nearly doubling the aftershocks rolling through him. From the looks of it, the Fox was experiencing the very same sensation, and they both gasped in unison, shuddering together, then collapsing to the ground as one.

Both of them panting and chests heaving, Ty finally rose back onto his knees, leaning back on his heels to carefully dislodge himself from the sanctum of the kitsune's rear. There was no reaction from the boy, no wince or painful hiss, and Ty was thankful for that, because it meant he hadn't inadvertently hurt his lover.

That boy was still panting, body covered in a sheen of sweat and stomach coated with semen, which was dripping down his sides and pooling on the ground. Honeyed eyes stared in a daze up at the sky and that black hair was splayed out around that head, brown ears tiredly drooping on the ground. It was...gorgeous.

“Christ.” Ty exhaled, grinning happily and sitting back on the soft grass, still hanging out of his open pants. “That was great!” He turned his smile down to his little Foxy lover, but it dimmed slightly as he noticed the utterly shocked expression on that little kitsune face.

Those big pretty eyes which had before been the color of thick warm honey, were now rapidly fading to hazel. Still a pretty hazel, but now a much less amorous hue. Bruised lips were parting slightly and the panting breaths of afterglow were quickening to the harsh sound of fearful gasping. Then, the little Fox's legs slammed shut, one padded foot almost kicking Ty in the face as it swung by. He skittered up onto his backside, folding his legs to his side, like some shy little maiden, which made Ty chuckle softly, remembering the wanton way those legs been spread only a few minutes ago.

“What's the matter? Having second thoughts?” He joked, reaching out to pet the Fox on the head.

In reaction to his movement though, those pointed furred ears went back and that head ducked, a sure sign of fear and submission.

Ty froze, hand in midair. “Aw...Hey now, it's alright. I won't hurt you, little guy.” Slowly and gently, he turned his hand, exposing his wrist and flattening his palm out to show he wouldn't grab or pinch or hurt. With his other hand, he discretely tucked himself back into his pants, not wanting to seem like he wanted another go. Even though he did.

Wide hazel eyes peered up at him beneath the thick mane of black hair, and Ty felt his heart thud painfully in his chest. God, but the little Fox was beautiful. He'd give anything to just have his new lover smile at him. Just once. See that lovely soft mouth quirk up and those hazel orbs sparkle.

After a moment, the Fox's eyes softened somewhat, going from fear and shame, to just unease and embarrassment. He blinked up at Ty, looking at his face and then averting his gaze quickly. Then, he'd look back up and flutter his lashes.

Not that Ty thought the cute male was doing it on purpose, but it made his stomach clench from how endearing it was and he just wanted to kiss the boy.

Especially with the way that adorable little nose was slightly wrinkling up as he discretely sniffed at Ty's outstretched hand. For long seconds, Ty let himself be sniffed at, knowing he must smell like sweat and grass, and of course, the thick smell of his and the Fox's musk.

As if on cue, the Fox boy sneezed, eyes going wide in surprise, then he ducked his head again and raised up a slender arm to rub at his nose. A very sweet blush rose up over those rounded cheeks, and Ty scooted forward without realizing it.

“Heh, you got a whiff of what we just did, didn't ya?” He laughed when those hazel orbs glanced up at him from an averted face, confused and wary. There was still some embarrassment there too.

The silence stretched between them, and Ty searched for something to break it, because he could see the Fox's little tail twitching agitatedly behind that cute little bottom. Like he was about to make a run for it.

As slow and open as he could make his movements, Ty retracted his hand and carefully moved it around his back to root around in the side pocket of his backpack. Item found and in hand, he pulled it out and offered the small rectangular bar to the Fox. “So...Uhm...Want a granola bar or something?”

More blinking and a sudden increase in the twitching of that pert little nose. Fox boy even leaned forward slightly, almost as if he were following the smell he seemed suddenly so interested in.

Ty grinned. No one could resist the smell of peanut butter. He was actually glad he'd grabbed this kind today instead of the chocolate one, knowing how some animals reacted to that sweet dark candy. “You want it? Or even just a piece? It's good. See?” To demonstrate it's edibleness, Ty raised the bar to his mouth and bit off a small piece.

Watching him chew, the Fox seemed entranced, eyes darting from bar to Ty's mouth and then back again. He even inched closer, bewitched by the smell of the peanut butter, no doubt, and there was the tiniest shy smile on those lips.

Ty held it out again, and waited, still chewing. “Mmmmm. This is gooood.” He rubbed his belly for emphasis, then broke off a piece from the bar and held that up, thinking maybe the Fox had been scared of the shiny cellophane wrapper.

Full of hesitation, the young Fox boy reached out, long clawed fingers carefully gripping the small piece of health food like he'd never held something like it before. Those dainty digits raised it to his mouth and he dropped the chunk into his mouth.

Then the kitsune suddenly gasped and coughed once, accidentally spitting out the piece of flavored granola, and with his dainty mouth forming an “O” of surprise, he then clawed at the ground, attempting to pick the piece back up and pop it back into his mouth.

“Whoa whoa! Hang on!” Ty shouted, not meaning to, but wanting to keep the Fox from eating food that would have the tainted taste of dirt masking the delicious flavor of the peanut butter. Foxy froze at his voice, ears going back again and arm halted in midair. “Oh jeez, sorry.” Ty bit his lip and made himself gentle-looking. He offered the rest of the bar, pulling off the wrapper and stuffing it in his pocket. “Here. It's clean. You can have the rest of this one. Don't eat the piece on the ground.”

There was no pause this time as the boy snatched at the bar and started to munch on it.

Ty watched him chew, enjoying the surprised glee on that Foxy face and finding himself smiling too. “So, what's your name?” He wasn't sure if Foxes could speak, but the boy had seemed to understand some of what he'd been saying. So it was worth a shot.

The Fox paused in his munching and his ears flickered back for a second before tilting forward again. His head tilted too, to the side, and he blinked.

Ty pointed to himself. “My name is Ty. Tyyyy. Well...Actually, it's Tyberious, but I hate that name. It's so pretentious sounding. My father's name. And god, he was a greedy bastard...” Some memories were better left unexplored. “Anyway, that's in the past, and I want you to call me Ty. Okay?” He pointed to the boy. “You?”

Blinking still, the boy swallowed what was in his mouth slowly, then in a sweet breathy voice, “Spirit.”

“That's your name? Spirit?”

The kitsune nodded, not meeting his eyes for more than a moment before looking away again.

Again, all was quiet. Then Spirit shivered slightly, and Ty realized that the youth must be feeling chilly because his skin was still slightly sweaty and the air was cooling in the late afternoon sun. “Aw, poor guy, you must be getting cold. I mean...you are naked and all that...” He trailed off as he found himself focusing on the juncture of Spirit's slightly parted thighs.

As if sensing his perversion, the boy shut them again, one hand coming down to tuck himself away from sight.

“Sorry.” He murmured, not really sorry at all and smiling slightly at the cute timid nature of this little Fox. To make amends for trying to steal a peek, he took his backpack off his shoulders, setting it at his side and unzipping the main compartment. Inside was a fluffy white and yellow stripped scarf, to wear in case it got cold out before he went home for the night. Pulling it out, he offered it to Spirit, smiling. “Here. Something to warm you up.”

Spirit just stared, not sure what to do with it. So Ty stretched it out and threw it over the boy's shoulders, catching him before the boy could jump back in surprise. Then he tightened it, wrapping it around again and sat back to survey his work.

Spirit gawked, from beneath several loops of yellow and white fluffy scarf. His black hair and brown ears peeking out so unbearably adorable. An his little pink mouth was visible, granola bar close to it and slowly being devoured.

“That really suits you. So, uh...Do you want to go back to my place?”

Spirit just stared.

Ty held up his hands, realizing how bad that had sounded. “Oh hey, I didn't mean it like that. Just you know...I thought you'd still be hungry or something, cause a granola bar really isn't a meal. And we could try and maybe get to know a little bit more about each other too.”

Spirit wouldn't answer him, he just kept staring, and chewing.

“Hmmm...Okay, well, I'm going to get up and walk back to my house. You can follow if you like. There's more granola bars there.”

The kitsune paused, already having finished the bar and licking at his sticky fingers. Those eyes brightened at the mention of more bars. “Granola?”

“Yeah. At my place. Just down that way.” Ty pointed for effect, towards the direction of the setting sun. “About half an hour away. You don't have to come today, but I want you to know that I'd like you to visit me. Whenever you can.” With that, Ty stood, shouldering his purple bag again and began the hike back to his place. He didn't pause to see if Spirit was following, because watched animals rarely show themselves.

True enough, after about 35 minutes, Ty's house came into view. Strolling past his currently barren vegetable patch, he risked a glance back, scanning the yard and surrounding forest for his Foxy friend.

Sadly, there was nothing, and Ty hung his head, sighing dejectedly, but not completely hopeless. Spirit might show up another day.

Right before he went inside, about to sulk for the rest of the day, he noticed a flash of black and brown in the distant edge of his property. It was brief, and gone before he could focus on it, but he knew what it was, or more specifically, who it was. Or had been.

A new smile graced his mouth, and he went inside with a new spring in his step as he shut the door.


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Ty woke once more, dismayed to see the sky was full of clouds. Grumpily, he sat up and lowered his feet to his floor, hissing at how cold it felt. Well, winter was back with a vengeance, and the brief warm weather was now reverting back to the wicked cold it had been the week previous.

With a depressed sigh, he tugged the warm fleece pullover he'd thought he'd put away for good this season out of his closet and pulled it over his head. He was already wearing long flannel pajama pants, so he slipped his chilled feet into some slippers and felt brave enough to deal with the day. He could go back to checking inventory, he supposed. To see what he'd need for when Spring actually came. But he'd already gone over it a thousand times and was sick of reading it.

But, what else was there to do?

He made his way out to the main room and decided to start the day with some breakfast. He'd need some more firewood, since the main hearth was just embers by now, and he stepped to the front door, intending to just grab a few logs to cook his breakfast with. Perhaps a veggie omelette?

A surprise waited for him on the step in front of his door and he paused in shock and joy, a smile already forming.

Spirit, that damn cute little kitsune boy, was curled up in a ball in front of his door, almost impossibly so, with that bushy tail covering his nose and still wearing Ty's scarf that he'd given him.

For a moment, while the boy slept, Ty just gazed down at him, sighing with happiness. He hadn't expected the boy to come back so quickly. But then again, just the day before, they'd had sex with each other, and Spirit had definitely been a virgin. And the first time was always special, so maybe Spirit felt something more for him? Hopefully?

Lowering down to the balls of his feet, he smiled down at the sleeping youth. Spirit was truly adorable. With those slightly large Fox-like feet, that thick shiny black hair, and those soft brown ears with the white tips. He was a Fox unlike any other Ty had ever seen. Truly unique and beautiful in a way that made Ty want to pick him up and carry him off to his bedroom. But, not even in a completely sexual way. He just wanted to hold the sweet little body to his own. Make those curious eyes go soft and look back at him the way Ty did.

There wasn't a single noise to alert his presence, yet Spirit was suddenly shifting, then bolting to his feet, all limbs alert. Still naked except for the striped scarf wrapped around his neck. There were leaves and small twigs caught in the yarn of it, making him look slightly mussed. Adorably mussed.

“Morning, Spirit.” He murmured, his eyes soft and low-lidded. He fought the urge to reach forward and run his fingers through that black hair. It might do more harm than good.

The boy's lovely ears went flickered at the mention of his name and he smiled again. Then those clawed fingers reached up and undid the scarf from his neck, holding it forward towards Ty. “Scarf.”

Ty smiled, pushing the knitted creation back to the boy. “No no, that's yours. A gift to Spirit. Keep it.”

The kitsune looked down. “Gift? To Spirit?”

“Yeah. For you.”

Spirit's tail, though you couldn't really call it wagging, was doing something back there, waving around in a decidedly pleased manner. The scarf was pulled back and rewrapped around Spirit's neck, loosely, so the sides hung down to his belly.

Spirit was so completely naked.

Distracting himself, Ty just kept his eyes at the boy's face. “Would you like to come in for some food? I was just about to make breakfast.”

“F-Food?” Spirit's ears perked, eyes going hopeful. “Granola bar?”

Ty laughed, shaking his head. “No, much better. I promise.” He stepped back and gestured inside, keeping his movements broad and kind. “I'll make you an omelette. Or maybe even pancakes if you want. With blueberry syrup.”

Spirit looked at him in question, obviously trying to decipher what he was saying, and only getting about half of it. “Blueberry?”

“Mmm-hmm, fresh blueberry syrup and sweet pancakes. I'll even put blueberries in the pancakes. Sound yummy?”

Spirit blinked, biting his lower lip with one of his fangs. “Yummy?” He took a cautious step into the doorway, feet tentatively landing on the wooden floor. “No...No granola bar?”

Ty shook his head again, making a mock-sad face for the boy's benefit. “No, no granola bar. Blueberry pancakes.” He wiggled his eyebrows for comic effect and was delighted when the boy actually giggled, a shy blush darkening his apple-cheeks. It made Ty's heart beat a little faster. Holding up his hands, he backed away slowly, eyes wide and still comical. At the kitchen counter, he reached for the little bowl of berries he had sitting there, and he held it up, walking back slowly with his prize on display. He waved it around, knowing the crisp scent of the fruit would be enticing to the boy's sensitive noise.

Like magic, the kitsune's nostrils flared and he looked at the bowl with interest, lips pursing prettily.

“Oh yeah, you know you want this.” Ty laughed, coming closer and letting the boy pluck a plump berry from the bowl. He watched, unable to tear his eyes away as Spirit popped the berry into his mouth and chewed on it, eyes falling shut in pleasure. The image was just so cute, Ty couldn't help himself, and he swooped forward, capturing that little mouth with his own and kissing the boy urgently.

There was a surprised squeak, as the boy brought his hands up to paw Ty's chest, kneading like a kitten would, then he stilled, and Ty kissed further, dipping his tongue past those pliant lips into the sweet berry-flavored cavern of Spirit's mouth.

The boy moaned softly, the sound like fire straight to Ty's crotch. Regretfully, but not wanting to make another quick mistake and have the boy think all he wanted was a tumble on the floor, Ty pulled back, eyes slitted open to watch the kitsune's lips following his a few inches as he moved away.

“Not yet. How about we start off with some breakfast?”

Spirit was looking up at him, and the scarf, long though it was, did nothing to hide the fact that the little Fox boy was hard, his erection sticking straight up as if in expectant question.

Ty cleared his throat, dragging his line of sight away from it, and he glanced up at the ceiling. “Actually, how about we start off with some clothes for you. As nice as your body is, I don't think I will able to focus on making my world-famous blueberry pancakes if you remain so...uh, scantily clad. Maybe I've got a pair of boxer we can cinch around your waist or something.”

He turned to his side, glancing to see what he had nearby, but Spirit was pulling the scarf off of his neck, taking the length of it and wrapping it around his slim waist, then tying it into a loose knot. It was looped twice over those hips, slung low but hiding all the good bits from view. It was actually quite cute.

But that meant, because Spirit had covered himself up... He raised a shrewd eyebrow to the seemingly-innocent Fox boy. “So...what? You understand me more than you let on?”

Spirit blushed again, biting his lip and looking down, those Foxy feet shuffling on the floor. “Some...Some what you speak...Yes.” Hazel eyes peeked up at him to check his reaction.

Ty blinked, a little flustered that all the lame jokes he'd been making had been at least half-way understood. “How do you know my language, if you only know a little?”

Spirit fidgeted. “Hunters...and loggers. I hear them.”

For a moment, Ty felt a flash of jealousy and hurt. “And you do this with every guy you meet in the forest?”

Spirit looked up at him again, some confusion twisting his lips. “Listen to them?”

“Have sex with them!” He made little thrusting movements with his hips. “Like you did with me!”

Spirit's eyes grew even wider than before at Ty's pantomiming and his whole face went red, before the boy whirled around to face the other way. “No.” His voice was very soft and Ty could hear the thick embarrassment in it. “Not others. You yesterday was first.”

Ty felt very bad. He'd basically just called this sweet little Fox a whore. “Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be harsh. You...uh, you want some pancakes now?”

A still-red face turned slightly to him, that shy smile in place. “Please yes. Please blueberry cakes.”

Feeling like he'd come very close to blowing it all out the window, Ty breathed a sigh of relief. “Of course. One stack of my world-famous blueberry pancakes coming right up!”

Spirit gifted him with a giggle, turning back to him and walking slowly to the counter. His eyes were inquisitive and bright, looking over the various woodwork and the few metal gadgets Ty had stashed around his kitchen. It must be the first time he'd been inside of a house, which made Ty feel warm inside. And proud. “Have a seat, my dear, and I'll have your food ready in no time flat!” He knew he was being goofy, but he didn't care. It was making Spirit smile, and that was worth him feeling like a doofus.

With more flair than he needed, he set to mixing the batter from scratch for breakfast, crushing the blueberries himself and making small-talk with the Fox at his table.

With Spirit in his kitchen, Ty didn't even notice that it was still cloudy outside. To him, the sun was shining bright and warm right in his house.


THE END

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