Responsibilites 
By DeviantAmp
Part 1
	Christian touched his head up against the side of his locker, trying his best to drown out all of the noise that was coming from the hallway. The busy students around him massed and bulged in their own little groups they passed by the fox and talked about their own affairs. Not a single one of them stopped to give him any attention, and it was right of them. It was not as though the sixteen year old fox had put in any effort of his own to talk to the general populous of the students. The junior tugged his long black hoodie over himself to hide his lanky body from the other students.
	Christian's lanky posture was about the least awkward attribute that he possessed in a multitude of less appealing traits. The way that he dressed, talked, read newspapers, listened to weird music, and watched weird movies definitely painted the picture of how students saw him. Not to mention the fox's staring problem. It was often that the fox had found himself looking a bit too long in one direction, terrifying those that found themselves in his line of vision. He was not trying to stare at them, but sometimes when he spends too much time thinking of things, he tends to zone out in one direction. At least, that was his excuse most times.
	It was mostly legit when he said that he was not staring and that he was just getting entranced in his own little world (Not that it would help his case in avoiding being the school weirdo). However, there were times where the person that he was looking at was the thing on his mind. Particularly, it was the older boys in his classes that caught his attention. The ones who were probably on their third or fourth round in biology as seniors, while Christian himself was taking it because they ran out of science courses to present him. Those were the type that Christian's eyes often fell upon.
	The slightly outstretched fox gave a couple blinks when he realized that he was doing it again. Luckily for him, this time no one had saw him as he stared down the line of lockers. He gave his head a quick shake, trying to wake up from his trance before anyone would realize that he had gone off again. A couple more stares and he might just be called into the administrative office for a psych evaluation. That, or a black eye from staring at the wrong person's girlfriend.
	Christian closed up his locker after putting away his handful of books. It was the last class of the day and the fox had looked forward to it. Out of all the boys that 'accidentally' ended up in his stares, the charming bear in his math course had managed to catch his eye the most. The bear had been quite the class clown, often spending most of his time trying to see how many pencils he can get to stick on the ceiling or making someone laugh by mutely mocking the teacher. It was not the biggest wonder in the world why the bear was retaking this class for the second time.
	But that was just like Christian. Something about the boys being two or three years older than him got him all hot and heavy, no matter how often they ended up being quite young in terms of maturity. Or maybe it was in spite of them having the maturity of an elementary school student. Christian did not care, he just took his seat right next to the much taller bear and gave him a couple of glances here and there.
	It was not long before class started and everyone was passed back their test. The lanky fox had never thought of himself as being particularly intelligent, but he had managed to do alright enough times for those who weren't to give him recognition as being intelligent. Course, it was quite easy for Christian to make time to study for tests when he did not have to worry about things like hanging out with friends. The math test that he had been given was back was a perfect score, an accomplishment that would have been revered by any other student was casually passed to the side as another easy A. However, the bear that sat next to him was not as happy about his own score.
	“Fucking shit!” The  bear shouted as he tossed his test out onto the table and glared at it as though the test itself was the culprit. Course, it was not necessarily out of the question for the bear to blame the test for his own failure.
	“Another bad score, Trevor?” Christian asked, taking a chance to escape his shell to connect with the bear.
	“Yeah. It's bullshit.” The bear said, crumbling up the test and tossing it across the room carelessly.
	The teacher, a timid looking tabby cat, used the toddler's solution to handling disruptive students; If he did not see it, then it did not happen. It was rare that he ever even try approaching a student that was being a distraction in the class. Even rarer did he actually successfully prevent them from being the most annoying aspects of the class. So it was no surprise that he glanced at the bear tossing his paper across the classroom and quickly turned away from it to keep to his rule.
	“You know, I can help you with that.” Christian said, flicking his long and wide ears against the back of his head to display a traditional submissive gesture to the bear. Not to say that it was not natural, especially when the bear turned his body towards him. Despite the fox being a bit taller than most of the other students, the bear was thick and tall.
	“You can help with that?” It was not so much a question that the bear was asking to the fox as much as it was an accusation. The bear's black fur ruffled under his shirt as he glared at the fox for a second. Christian was not too sure if he was going to be able to make it out of the classroom alive with a glare like that, but before the bear could rip off his head and punt it across the room while the teacher pretended not to see it, something else ticked inside of Trevor's head.
	“Huh, that wouldn't be too bad. What do you want out of it?” Trevor asked, pulling out his notebook and ripping out a piece of paper.
	“Uh, I don't really want anything. Just want to help.” Christian said, perking his ears up and smiling at the bear. The bear just gave him an odd look, the look that said 'weirdo' or worse.
	“Yeah, sure. Here's my number.” He said as he passed the paper to the fox and closed up his notebook. Not quite the biggest surprise that the bear had not intended on taking notes.
	Christian took the paper and pulled it in close to himself, looking at it to make sure that it had enough digits in it to be a real phone number. He also wanted to make sure that this was all happening and not just some weird figment of his imagination. He had never gotten this close to another person before, which was strange since it was just a phone number to someone who probably gives out his number to anyone. Nevertheless, he was going to cherish that number as though it was a ring.
	“Just text me your number and I'll give you a call when I'm free.” He said, before turning away from the fox and talking to some of the other students.
	The rest of the class went by in a haze for the fox. His thoughts were scattered between thinking of the bear and between thinking of all of the things that he was going to do with the bear. Not just math and hanging out and maybe an early nineties montage on how to be cool, but possibly some of the things that he could possibly do with the bear if everything went his way. Before he could stop those thoughts from fully manifesting themselves, he could already tell that standing up would be a poor decision.
	He grunted, giving a quick glance about him to make sure that no one was looking at him. This was not the first time that he had gotten caught up with his own adult thoughts of other boys. Sometimes, the thoughts would happen at the worst times: In his gym shorts, while waiting to give a speech in front of the class, and once while getting a physical. He remembered excusing himself to the restroom to save himself from two of those incidents, but the physical left him utterly humiliated. He had yet to return to the nurse's office.
	However, this time was relatively safe. He turned his head to check out the clock, wondering exactly how much time he had left in class. Christian felt a bit better, knowing that he still had a solid ten minutes before class would get out. He could calm himself down before the end of the class period and not have to worry about anyone catching him. Of course, the reasonable teenager would have decided to use that time to do just that.
	The fox, on the other hand, brought his paw down from his book and slid it underneath the desk. Nobody would be paying attention enough to notice his claws slide up against his jeans and run against the bulge coming from his crotch. He gritted his teeth, shivering at the feeling. His sheath was just plump enough for the fox to wrap his paw around it and give it one strong gripped stroke. His eyes rolled to the back of his head in ectacy.
	He could feel the tip of his shaft sliding out of his sheath, pressing against his boxers tightly and adding to the growing tent rising from his pants. The thoughts of the bear passed through his mind, as the horny teenager imagined the older bear on his couch. All of the bear's clothes would be kicked off to the floor to fully expose himself to the fox. The bear's body was a thick, with a heavy layer of fur and fat hiding a thick layer of muscle. He knew that the bear would pat his own lap and direct Christian to get down to his own knees and pleasure him with his muzzle. Christian wouldn't argue either, that is, until he heard the bell for class to end.
	He shook his head as he woke up from his fantasy and pulled his paw from his crotch and back up to his book. Just in the nick of time as well, since the bear turned to him and started to speak to him. Christian could barely hear any of the words that he was saying from all of the ruffling of the student's getting up and packing their things. The bear was slowly putting his own stuff away, not as though he needed to bring it out to begin with. Christian began to put away his own books and stuff, slowly to buy himself some time to lose his tent or at least make it not as noticeable. He gave a confused look at bear, trying to make out what he said.
	“I said, I'll call you later. Thanks dude. You alright?” Trevor asked, giving the fox an extremely weird look.
	“Yeah, I was just spacing out. Heh, boring class, right?” Christian said, adding that last part to make himself sound a bit more relatable.
	“Sure, I guess.” Trevor responded, not really buying that last part as much as the fox would have liked. He finished packing his stuff and standing up before holding his paw out to Christian.
	Christian glanced at the paw, not really sure what to do with it. He saw some of the ways that the boys slid their hands against each other and ended with a  'fist bump' to seal some sort of deal. Christian really had no clue, so he tried to imitate the actions he had scene, sliding his paw up against the bear's and following it with clutching his fist and holding it out for the bear to finish it. Trevor just looked awkwardly at the fox, not returning the fist bump and instead pulling his paw back to his face.
	“Woah, you hot or something?” He asked as he brought his paw down to his pants and brushed off the fox's sweat.
	“Oh, sorry.” He said as he looked back at his own paw questioningly. He had not realized exactly how much he was getting excited about playing with himself. His paw was almost dripping with his own sweat from the mixture of nervousness and excitement of the risky situation. Christian was about to defend himself to the bear, thinking of some elaborate story to save himself, but Trevor was already walking out the door. A perfectly swell note to leave this birth of a friendship on.
	Christian groaned and finished packing his stuff. It took an extra minute, since he knew that he was still a bit too excited to stand straight up just yet. The fox took in a couple deep breaths before standing up and walking out. His home was not far from the school and he enjoyed the fresh walk. Anything to get his mind off of having to relive his situation with the bear. Well, he wouldn't mind thinking about the bear again, but hopefully with a lot less awkwardness and a lot more couch.
	The fox opened the door to the house, whistling to himself in his upbeat tune. His cell phone was clutched tightly within his own paws, waiting for the second for it to vibrate so he could answer it. Unfortunately, before he could even get to the stairs to his room, he stumbled on a travel suitcase and tripped. His cellphone went flying out of his paw as he slowly began to angle downwards. His body went flailing as he unsuccessfully grabbed for anything to support him and ended up crashing straight into the floor. He clutched his nose and groaned in agony, trying his best to figure out what had just happened.
	“Hunny! Are you okay?” Christian's mother asked as she rushed to his side and tried to lift him up off of the floor. She wrapped her paws on his arm and pulled him up the best that she could while Christian struggled to lift himself up with her support.
	“Yeah, mom. I'm fine.” He said as he stood up and looked at the front hallway.
	The entrance to his house was littered with different suitcases and traveling bags. It took a second of staring, but eventually everything clicked inside of his head.
	“Oh! That's right. You guys are going on vacation for the week with the Sinclair family.” Christian said in excitement.
	“Yes sir.” Christian's dad said as he walked into the hallway. “And we have a little surprise for you.” He continued in an extremely perky tone.
	Christian furrowed his eyebrows at the word surprise. Though his parents usually meant no harm in their gestures, their gifts had a tendency to fall a bit short of the fox's approval. When they wanted to surprise him for Christmas, they thought that season tickets to the local college's basketball games was the best gift. When they wanted to surprise him for getting a 4.0 GPA in his sophomore year, they got him a book on how to write a resume for college applications. When they wanted to surprise him for getting his license, they hooked him up with a summer job to pay for a car. So it was no wonder that the fox was not looking forward to this next surprise.
	“You guys are going to let me skip school for the next week and come with you?” Christian suggested in an obviously feigned tone of excitement.
	“Nope, even better.” His father said as he turned around and flicked his ears, as if to tell someone to come out.
	A second later, a wolf cub walked out from the living room. The little wolf boy had wrapped himself around in a small blanket that tailed behind him as it was dragged across floor behind him. The shivering cub looked between the age of ten and twelve, but he was certainly a lot taller than the other cubs since most wolves had an early growth spurt. He reached his paw out to wave to Christian, but kept it inside of the blanket.
	“Hey Eric.” He said in his perky tone, instantly recognizing the cub as being the Sinclair's boy. “You look a little down on the weather. You gonna get better on the flight to Hawaii?”
	“Not going.” Eric said, shaking his head and letting out a loud whine from being reminded that he was not going on vacation with his family.
	“Aww, well, where are you go-oh crud.” Christian said, coming to a realization of what his parent's surprise was. His floppy ears folded against the back of his head and he turned to his parents with a disappointed look on his face.
	“You're going to be taking care of him for the weekend. We convinced the his parents that you were a good kid and that you would be a great candidate for watching over Eric.” His father said to Christian, walking up to him and patting him on the shoulder.
	“This will be a great opportunity for you to test your responsibility. You've watched over him a couple times already and you did an amazing job. We trust you to be able to handle him for the weekend until his brother comes down and picks him up on Sunday.” His mom continued, grabbing hold of her bags and walking out the door before Christian could even explain.
	“But. But. But.” Christian whimpered, trying to think of a valid argument to fight his parents with.
	He could go with being too young, but they already put the pressure of being responsible on him. He couldn't even tell them that he had invited the bear over to study, but there was no conflict with that unless the fox wanted to admit to trying to seduce the bear. After several failed ideas to start an argument with, he eventually just gave up and tilted his head to the ground.
	“It'll be fine. We know that you'll do a great job. We even left some extra cash so you guys can order, wait for it, pizza!” His father said in a triumphant tone.
	“Yes dad. That's splendid.” Christian said as he rolled his eyes, not having been excited about pizza since he was ten.
	“Yay! Pizza!” The wolf cub said in excitement before having an outburst of coughing.
	The sight of the cub coughing was a bit too much for Christian to hold back his own nature. He quickly swooped in towards Eric and tugged at his shoulder, leading him back to the couch where he had set up camp. The coffee table in front of his couch was littered with different cough and cold medicines along with Eric's personal stuff. Christian looked over the different papers and books on the table as he sat the cub on the couch before sitting down himself. They were all mostly school books, some of them of subjects that he did not even take until high school.
	“Heh, linear inequalities? Arn't you a little young to be playing with those?” Christian asked as he picked up the papers and started to check the work.
	“I don't think so. My parents say I'm gifted.” Eric said without a hint of boasting, but rather, with a little bit of disappointment in his tone.
	“Certainly.” The fox said as he saw that most of the answers were correct, though, terribly written. “You definitely have a knack for these things, though, you spent too much time on this problem. Here, let me show you a way you can setup the problem to get the possible solutions without having to work out the problem.”
	Christian shared a couple of his shortcuts with the cub, showing him how to solve some of the problems in a quarter of the time by using his methods. The fox kept looking back at the cub to make sure that he was getting it instead of mindlessly bobbing his head up and down. Surprisingly, Eric was far beyond his years in understanding the shortcut that the fox was presenting him with, announcing the rules to the shortcuts before the older boy could even mention that the shortcut even had rules to it.
	“That's great!” He said triumphantly, amazed that the cub was able to understand everything that the had just taught him.