Christian's large ears drooped from side to side as he woke up. The large ears, like everything else on the fox's body, were too large for him. When he was awake enough, they stopped flicking from side to side and stood up. He opened his eyes, regretting it instantly from the brightness of the room. The sun decided to beat him to the morning and light up the room. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to adjust himself to the light before opening them again. He blinked a couple times before he was finally able to see again.
	His arms and shoulders ached a little bit, so he tried to lift up his arms to stretch himself out. He cocked his head to the side in confusion and looked down when he realized that something was weighing down his arm. He looked down at his arm and instead was met with the back of a furred head. Startled, he tried to pull back from the head, confused about what was going on right now. In his jerk, he ended up shifting the cub just enough to wake him up from his sleep.
	“Christian?” Eric asked, waking up from his own slumber.
	Christian took a second to put all of the pieces together before remember everything that had happened the day before. He cursed himself, wishing that he had not woken up the wolf before he could get his clothes back on. Not that it would have mattered much anyways. Eric had managed to wrapped his arms around Christian's arms tightly and cuddled up with it during his sleep. The wolf's muzzle rested against Christian's shoulder, using it as though it were a pillow. He rubbed his face against the fox's shoulder, wiping off his sleepiness before opening his eyes all the way and getting up.
	“Where am I?” Eric asked, pulling away from the fox and pushing his other arm off of him.
	“I found you in front of your house. You walked all the way there without a jacket or anything.” Christian said, sounding a bit more accusingly then he intended to sound.
	Eric did not respond to Christian, instead just laying away from him with his back turned to the fox. Christian knew that it was not because he fell back asleep, recognizing the wolf's ear movements and the way he was breathing. The wolf's ears went back and forth, as though he was working out all of the pieces of yesterday as well. Christian gave off a long sigh, knowing that the was still upset at him for everything.
	“Listen, Eric. I'm sorry about everything I said yesterday. I did not mean anything, I was just upset.” Christian apologized, reaching his paw out and touching his shoulder.
	“Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you.” Eric scootched himself away from the fox, pulling himself to the edge of the bed.
	“C'mon, I was just being stupid at the time.” Christian said as he pulled himself right up to the back of the wolf, trying to close the gap between them.
	“You were being stupid. He was an idiot.”
	“Wait, what?”
	“Why were you doing that stuff with Trevor? He was an idiot and he did not even like you.” Eric rolled himself over to face Christian.
	“I don't have to explain that. You don't even know what we were doing.” Christian responded and pulled himself back on the bed. The white on the fox's cheek had turned a light shade of pink and he averted his eyes from the cub.
	“I'm young, not stupid. I know what you guys were doing it, I just don' know why you were doing it with him. You were being stupid.” Eric was the one to close the gap this time as he pulled up closer to Christian.
	“Well, it's not easy to explain. It's not like people are lining up to be with this body.” Christian motioned his hands over himself, pointing at his boney body.
	“I like the way that your body looks.”
	“Or the way that these stupid ears hang or my face.” He said, moving his hands up and making a circular motion of his head.
	“I like the way that your face looks.”
	“Or my personality and my awkwardness.” Christian's tone started to take a much darker tone the more things that he listed off.
	“I like your personality.”
	“That's nice and all, but I want someone to like me.” Christian said, not bothering to take in what Eric was saying for even a second.
	“I like you.”
	“No. I want someone to like-”
	“Shut up!” Eric shouted, stopping the fox before he could go any further with his own self-loathing. “You're just like everyone else. You don't listen because you think I'm a kid. Everyone gives me the responsibilities of older people, but everyone still treats me like I don't know anything. You think that when I say something, that I don't know what I'm talking about. I like you!”
	Eric jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Christian, too shocked to do anything but lay on the bed frozen. He had never imagined that the cub actually liked him, though, it was not just because he had trouble believing anyone could like him. Everything that he thought of himself had vanished in his mind as he went back and looked at all of the things that the cub had been trying to tell him all day and all the other times that he had spent watching over Eric. Ideas of the wolf trying to tell him things or the way he acted around the him that Christian just passed over as things that cubs say to be cute, rather than actually meaning anything. It was as though he was seeing Eric first the first time.  
	Christian got himself off of the bed and rushed towards the door, partially worried that Eric might have decided to run away again. He walked through the hallway, poking his head into the living room and seeing the cub at the couch. He fixed up some of the papers that he had been working on, and started to work on his next set of problems. Christian walked up to the couch and took a seat next to the wolf, checking over the problems that he was working with and checking over the wolf's work.
	“Quadratics now? Why can't you pick something simple?” Christian asked, trying to lighten up the situation by saying it in a joking matter.
	“They take long.” Was all Eric said as he setup the word problem and turned it into an equation. As he started to solve the problem, Christian grabbed hold of the wolf's shoulder.
	“Don't do it like that. Here, check this out.” He said as reached in and snatched the pencil out of Eric's paw.
	The fox wrote the problem in its original form, pointing out the different characteristics of the problem. Eric was reluctant to look at first, ignoring everything the fox would say. Christian gave a glance to Eric, and even though he was upset that the wolf was not paying attention, he continued to speak. He drew notes on the problem, repeating himself here and there to hopefully get something through to the wolf. He almost felt like giving up, but Eric spoke up.
	“But what if there is a coefficient attached to the equation?” Eric asked, leaning into the work and checking over the work.
	“Well, then it won't work, but lets just focus on problems that don't.” Christian continued.
	The two of them worked on a handful of problems, going through them rapidly with Christian's shortcuts. Eric was fast enough to start adding his own things to the shortcut, pointing it out to the fox and showing him the rules that came attached with his own little shortcut. It was not long before the word problems became too complex for the shortcuts to work, but they still crunched through the numbers until all of the problems on the page were finished. They sat together, rubbing their pencils and trying to think of something to say. Christian, becoming uncomfortable with the silence, finally spoke up.
	“Did you want to start on,” He leaned over the coffee table and looked at one of the other books, “18th century literature?”
	“I meant what I said earlier.” Eric confessed, tossing his pencil on the coffee table, tired of doing work.
	“I know.” Christian responded, turning his head away from the cub uncomfortably.
	“Do you like me?” The wolf asked, leaning himself back into the fox's vision as he tried to push the conversation.
	“It wouldn't be right if I did like you.” Christian said in a knee jerk reaction, turning his head a little more to block the cub out of his eyesight.
	“That's not what I asked.” Eric persisted and crawled up closer to Christian.
	“ What does it matter? Nothing good could come of it.” Christian coldly stated.
	Christian knew what the wolf was trying to do, and he figured the more distance that he put from himself and the cub, the quicker this conversation would end. He stood up and started to walk away from the cub, but before he could get far enough, Eric grabbed hold of his tail. Despite the cub's size, he had a strong grip on the fox's long thick furred tail. The cub pulled back on it hard enough to cause Christian to stumble backwards onto the couch.
	“Don't walk away from me. I want to know.”
	Eric was on his knees on the couch, staring directly at Christian while the fox sat silently. His ears flicked back and forth, tossing ideas around in his head and coming up with all the different solutions. Eric was not sure what the fox was thinking about, but part of him feared that he did know. His parents did the same thing to him when he asked them questions that were hard to answer. Usually though, his parents were just thinking of ways that they could just tell the cub that he was too young to understand and that it would be something he would learn when he was older. Eric could feel his eyes water, not wanting to hear the same thing from the fox that he looked up to. However, Christian nodded his head up and down unenthusiastically.
	“You do like me?” Eric said, standing up and getting ready to jump on top of the fox.
	“I do, but it doesn't matter.” Christian turned his head to the wolf with tears running down the side of his face. “We can't be together. You're too young, and it's not because I think you're too young. No body would accept us being together and so it's best that we just let this die right now.”
	The wolf's triumphant victory had quickly turned into a tragic loss within seconds. He knew it himself, he was not that naïve, but that did not stop him from trying.
	“No one has to know! We can just keep it our secret. Everything will be alright if we don't tell anyone. I promise I won't say anything.” Eric pleaded, reaching out and grabbing hold of the fox's arm.
	“It doesn't matter. If we get caught-no, when we get caught, they're going to separate us. Or worse.” Christian tried to pull back from the cub, not wanting to be touched by him.,
	“We'll be careful. I like you, and it's not fair that we can't be together.” He reached his muzzle up to the fox's and tried too give him a kiss. Christian held a paw up to the wolf's chest and kept him from getting close enough.
	“How can we be careful? Don't you think people will find it suspicious that a sixteen-year-old is hanging out with a twelve-year-old all the time?” Christian managed to push the wolf strong enough to get him to back off.
	“You can be my math tutor or something. I don't care what excuses I have to make, I'll make sure it will work. This is not fair!” Eric stopped trying to kiss the fox, but he did not let go of his arm.
	“No matter what way you spin it, it's dangerous and I don't want to get you in trouble. Nothing is fair! This is over!” Christian shouted, trying to stand up again.
	Just as the fox stood up, Eric grabbed hold of his tail again, but this time yanked it hard enough for the fox to completely fall backwards onto the couch. Before the fox could try and get up, Eric pushed his small muzzle against the fox's. Their lips connected for a short moment. The Christian stopped fighting Eric for the first time as Eric started to take over. The fox closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to look at the sin that he was committing. He could feel his mind trying to shut off all of his feelings to get him to start thinking logically again, but no matter how it tried to tell him everything that he was doing was wrong, it could not turn off his desire to be with the cub.
	Eric slid his paws up the fox's shoulders, making their way up to his neck, then his cheeks, before they finally brushed through his fur to the back of his head. The two paws help Christian's head still as the pup cocked his head to the side and locked the two muzzles together. His small tongue pushed into Christian's muzzle, sliding past the fox's lips and into his maw. Christian took a sharp inhale, not expecting the cub to know this part, but went along with it as he pushed his tongue back into the wolf's maw.
	Christian reached his paw up and touched the wolf's chest, feeling his body through his fur as he began to explore the cub. His other paw made its way to the wolf's legs, dragging his claws through the cub's fur and gently riding them up his thigh. Eric's paws curved around Christian's head and up towards his head, grabbing hold of the big floppy ears and running them between his fingers. The fox's ears were folded back, but still large enough that they hung sloppily within the cub's paws. Eventually, the fox's paws trailed up to the wolf's groin and felt his privates through the boxers. He pulled back from the kiss and pulled his paws from the cub, frightening himself as he felt the wolf's sheath through the fabric.
	“Don't stop.” Eric said, grabbing hold of Christian's wrist and pulling his paw back to the wolf's crotch. “It felt good.”
	“You know what this is, right?” Christian asked, wanting to confirm everything with the wolf before going everything further.
	“I do. And I want it to be with you.” Eric lead Christian's fingers towards the tip of his sheath, making the fox feel his little bulge.
	Christian licked his lips, still fighting his mind as it showed him scenarios of his parents coming home early from their vacation to catch them in the middle of the act. Or a police officer busting down the door because he saw what was happening through the window of the living room. Or a fictional mob with pitchforks and torches rushing the two from the kitchen and setting up a noose using the ceiling fan for leverage. None of that happened though, and Christian knew that he had no excuse not to continue what he already started.
	Christian reached his fingers up and tugged at Eric's boxers, pulling them down just enough to take a quick peek at the wolf's privates. Eric did not have any pubic fur growing out yet, still being too young to have grown any. The cub's tight back was pushed up against his body, not yet ready to drop. However, when he saw Eric's sheath, it was easy to see that it was not as underdeveloped as Christian would have first guessed. The whole thing was swollen and out of the tip, the wolf's shaft was already poking out.
	“Lay down on the couch.” Christian said, pointing to the other side of the couch as he leaned forward.
	Eric did as he was told, laying down on his back and pulling down the rest of his boxers until they were all the way to his knees. He waited anxiously for the fox, not really sure what was going to happen next. He let out a loud gasp, leaning up and seeing what Christian was doing as the most amazing feeling surged through his entire body. Christian had pulled off his own briefs and crawled over the wolf crotch. His muzzle was right next to the wolf's small penis, his nose almost close enough to touch it.
	Christian looked up at the wolf, scared that it was too much for the wolf and that he should slow down or just call it quits at this point. When he saw Eric's mixture of surprise and awe on his face, he smirked and twisted his muzzle to the side as he repeated himself. His tongue stuck outside of his muzzle and touched the base of the wolf's sheath just before running up against the fur until it reached the wolf's shaft and made its way all the way to the tip of his penis. When he reached the tip, he took it all inside of his muzzle and gave it a final lick.
	Eric grabbed hold of the couch cushions and dug his claws into them deeply. He could almost swear that the tips of his claws were going to rip through the fabric if he pushed any harder into them. He bit his lip and tried to pull himself away from the fox's muzzle, but Christian grabbed hold of his hips to keep him steady as he slid more of the wolf's member into his maw. Eric watched as the rest of his wolfhood disappeared into the fox's mouth until he could not take it much longer. He tilted his head back onto the couch, too tired to carry it anymore as he saw stars.
	Christian smirked as he caught Eric's muzzle just as he was leaning back. The wolf looked as though he had never experienced something this amazing before, though, that would have been the case. He ran his tongue at the bottom of the wolf's shaft inside of his muzzle, coaxing it on its way in. Christian nose bumped at Eric's crotch, not even reaching the back of his throat before he had the entire thing in his mouth.
	“Christian. This feels amazing.” Eric said, taking a quick pause between each word as he tried to put his thoughts into words.
	Christian did not respond and instead, began to pull back up off of the wolf's shaft. He slid his muzzle all the way back to the tip of the cock, giving it a kiss before pushing it all the way back inside. Eric's tail flicked back and forth against the Christian as the fox repeated the motion of going up and down. No matter how good he thought the licking felt, it did not compare to the feelings of the fox's tight lips running up and down against his shaft. Eric couldn't help but buck himself back and forth into the Christian's maw.
	“Christian. I feel weird.” His breath was labored as he tried to tell Christian.
	Christian could barely hear the wolf, too focused on pleasuring him to notice that he was approaching his climax. Though, Eric caught the fox's attention as he stopped grabbing hold of the couch cushions and grabbed hold of Christian's floppy ears. Not even the stinging pain coming from his ears could distract Christian from accomplishing his goal. He continued to bounce his muzzle up and down the wolf's shaft, stopping only when Eric forced his muzzle down hard on his crotch and didn't let him pull back up.
	Christian felt the little beads of cum spurt out of the wolf's cock and roll onto his tongue. The taste was different from his own, but it was also also so much better than he could have ever expected it to be. Eric slowly humped into Christian's muzzle until he gave one final push and completely let go of the fox. Christian pulled his muzzle back, being careful not to overstimulate the cub after his first orgasm. He let the wolf's shaft go, but kept the pearl of cum inside of his mouth, wanting to savor the flavor for as long as possible.
	It took Eric several minutes to calm down from the afterglow of his orgasm. His small chest was all Christian could see as he pulled back and waited for the wolf to say something. The wait felt like forever to Christian, the emotions of his complex decision starting to come back to him. Part of him felt like he violated the cub, showing him things that he was not yet supposed to see or feel until he was ready to do these sort of things. If he had forced this all on the cub and used him like some grimy pedophile who could only get their kicks from those who were too young to understand.
	“I love you.” Was all Eric needed to say to wash away any fear that grew in Christian's mind.
	Eric pulled himself up, finally coming down from his orgasm and looking up at Christian. He seemed clueless to all of the troubles that were haunting the fox. The only thing that he cared about was telling the fox of his dreams the way that he felt about him. Eric lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Christian, rubbing his muzzle up and down the fox's boney chest. And all Christian could do was wrap his arms around him and hold him close, glad that his little lover enjoyed the experience.
	“I, uh, love you too, I guess.” Christian said bashfully, estranged to the words leaving his mouth before trying again.
	“I love you.” He repeated himself, this time sounding a bit more confident and saying it the way that he truly meant it.
	The two of them held each other until the heat from their body's touching made things too hot, and even then, they kept hugging. When they could not tolerate it anymore, they pulled off of each other and smiled at each other. If it was not for the rumbling in their stomachs, they might have stayed that way for eternity. They would have just stayed in each others view with their goofy smiles and their half closed eyes until the sun would stop shining and all light would vanish from the earth. And that would have been alright to them.
	The fox was the first to break the stare, standing up off of the couch and leading Eric into the kitchen so he could watch over him as he cooked. The rest of the day was spent starting 18th century literature and watching cartoons. The day was filled with interruptions of quick pecks and watching one another from the side of their eyes. The day seemed to go by slowly as they held each other while watching the silly television shows. However, no matter how slow it could have gone, night was inevitable.
	“Do I have to go to bed?” Eric asked, following Christian into the room.
	“Yeah, it's getting late and I don't want your brother to pick you up all groggy.” Christian said, pulling up the covers to the bed and patting on it.
	Eric did as he was told. He hopped up onto the bed and slid his legs underneath the sheets. Christian pulled the covers over Eric, packing him into the sheets tightly. Eric smile eventually faded out, though he did not close his eyes as he watched the fox's own smile turn into a frown. Both of them knew what needed to be said, but neither of them were quite ready to admit it. So they just stayed in that position until the question could not contain itself any longer.
	“This is the last time we can do this, isn't it?” Eric asked, tearing up and taking a quick sniff.
	“For a while, yes.” Christian said and placed his paw on the wolf's leg.
	“I will wait for you. I don't care how long it takes, I will.”
	“I know you will, and I will wait for you.” Christian said back, trying to hold back his own tears.
	“Will it be a long wait?” Eric asked, trying to keep the moment between them going for as long as possible.
	“It will be, but it will only feel like seconds compared to everything else.” Christian's voice was starting to crack and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
	“Don't cry.” Eric said, reaching his paw up and cupping hold of the fox's cheek. “Today was the best day of my life.”
	Christian smirked weakly at Eric, doing his best to stop all of the sadness by showing strength to him. Eric did the same, smiling back at the fox as he told himself that everything was going to be alright. Even though both of them knew that they would have so much more time together once Eric was of age, they both knew that every minute they weren't together was going to be a minute too long. Still, Christian just nodded his head up and down to the cub before dipping his muzzle towards him. They gave each other a quick peck and rubbed the sides of their muzzles together before Christian stood up.
	“It was the best day of my life too.” Christian said as he tried to make his way to the door, afraid that if he did not, he might just never leave.
	“Christian!” Eric called, stopping him just before the fox could make it out of the room.
	Christian turned around slowly back to the bed. Despite how dark the room was, Eric could make out the tracks of tears that run from the fox's muzzle. He had hoped to make it all the way out of the room before the two drops of tears could reach the floor. He stood for Eric to see him, waiting for him to say anything so that he could head out of the room and into some dark corner so he could cry until there was no tears left to be shed.
	 “I meant it when I said I love you.”
	“I know, and don't think for a minute that I didn't mean it when I say that I love you too.” Christian responded and walked out of the room.
	Christian closed to the door behind him and walked into the living room. His chest felt as though someone had stabbed it repeatedly and left him with a whole that could never be filled. Ever since he found out what love was, he wanted to know that someone else loved him. Now that he had his wish though, he wanted nothing more than to not be loved, just so he could never feel the loss that could have come with it.
	He walked into the living room, not tired enough to fall asleep yet and hoping that something on the television would make him feel better. Before he could find the remote though, his large ears picked up the sound of something ringing. Christian flicked his ears back and forth, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. He reached down to the floor, noticing it coming from a stack of papers on the floor. His eyes lit up as he realized that his phone was buried in a pile of Eric's homework.
	“Hello?” He asked as he flipped open the phone and placed it to his muzzle.
	“Christian? I've been trying to get a hold of you for a while now. Is everything alright?” Said a female on the other line.
	“Yeah, everything is fine. Mrs, Sinclair?” He asked, not being a hundred percent sure if it was her or not.
	“Yeap. Sorry to call so late. We forgot about the time difference and we were worried that you were already asleep. Has Eric been doing his schoolwork?” Her question was muffled by a group of laughter, presumably from his family and Eric's father.
	“Yeah, we've managed to get through a lot of it.” Christian said, laying back on the couch and wishing that he would not have to talk to her much longer. Everything that reminded him of the wolf made him feel disappointed again.
	“That's good. Well, I called to tell you that Eric's brother is not going to be showing up until Monday. Your parents already called the school to tell them you won't be showing up until Eric is out of your hands. That's not gonna be a problem, is it?” Her attention seemed mixed between the group of laughter and her conversation with Christian as she had long pauses between finishing sentences.
	“No. No, that shouldn't be a problem at all. I'd love to watch him for one more day.” Christian said, feeling his heart skip a beat.
	He hesitated a little bit, not really paying attention to her slow response back of excuses and thankfulness. A surge of warm feelings washed over his entire body, knowing that he would get to spend one more day with his true love. He wanted to leap up off of the couch and dance in victory. But he knew that another day would just mean that he would have to say goodbye one more time. Instead of running away from it this time, though, he stopped Mrs. Sinclair before she could continue her slurred speech.
	“You know, he's really good at math, but I can help him a bit more than the books can. Mind if I be his math tutor?”