Saturday Night Somno
"Oh, I dunno," Martin broke into yipping laughter that made Elijah's guts feel fluttery, "I've only ever been on one date before and we didn't really do much, I didn't even know it was a date 'til my friends told me the next day!"
"But you guys did something, right?" Elijah tried to sound mildly curious despite an intense pang of jealousy for whomever had been lucky enough to end up on a date with this quiet coyote boy.

"Well," Martin drawled in his slight, twangy accent, before pausing to yawn again, "We were sittin' pretty close together when we were watchin' movies and," Martin broke up into another bout of giggling, "His boner was definitely pokin' my butt for most of Honey Badger Nightmare. That was it though, he didn't try an' kiss me or anything."

Elijah got lightheaded at the thought of rubbing *anything *against the seat of Martin's fuzzy, cactus themed pajamas, and the feeling increased at the thought of *kissing *him. The startlingly white-furred serval teen didn't even know *why * he and Martin had seemed to connect so instantly, but it was like the other boys at the sleepover hadn't even been there. They had spent the entire night talking on the small corner loveseat in Ian's living room, ignoring video games, some kind of wrestling that reminded Elijah of exactly why he didn't normally hang out with other boys, and everything else the six other thirteen-year-olds had done as loudly and obnoxiously as possible for the last four hours. It wasn't the perfect setting, Elijah felt self-conscious about doing anything with other people about, but it was a big, mostly empty house, he was quite sure they could manage to find somewhere quiet to be alone together.
Elijah started to wrap his arm around the canine's slim shoulders, unable to stop himself, next they would kiss and, everyone else at this sleepover be damned, they would cuddle under a blanket, and he would get his paw in Martin's tan PJ pants. Elijah froze, mid motion when Martin let out another yipping yawn and looked dozily at Elijah's arm and smiled. 

"You're real nice, and...cute," Martin said drowsily, interrupting Elijah's plan of action, before the coyote boy blushed to the tips of his ears then leaned forward and gave Elijah a chaste kiss on his mouth. Martin leaned back, looking pleased with himself and folded his hands on his lap, but his eyes were already fluttering shut, "Sorry...but I'm all...tuckered...out," Martin muttered and began snoring lightly before his head lolled forward against his chest.
Elijah took a despairing look at the adorable coyote; he was hopeless.

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Elijah peered out from the narrow opening of his sleeping bag, without his glasses everything was slightlyout of focus, but thanks to his natural feline lowlight vision he could more or less see the various teenaged boys scattered in front of him. He ignored most of them, there were some certifiably cute boys, yes, but none of them came close to the small coyote currently snoring softly on the loveseat in the empty back corner of the living room. Elijah slithered silently out of his sleeping bag, the snoring cattledog next to him didn't even stir.

Feeling roughly equal parts guilty, curious, and horny, the serval carefully crept over to the otherwise empty corner, happy to note that the snores and heavy breathing of everyone else remained steady and unchanging. His initial thought had been just to bring his new friend a blanket, it was chilly and Martin had said he got cold very easily. Then, he had wondered if anyone would think it would be weird if he put the blanket over both of them and he could just sort of fall asleep leaning against the coyote, purely so they could share their body heat.

Elijah looked the sleeping canine boy over, Martin had told him he was about to turn thirteen but sleeping and wearing what he had unashamedly called his jammies made the slightly built, tan-furred boy look both younger and decidedly angelic to Elijah's eye. 

Elijah was about to toss a blanket over Martin when he saw that the tan front of Martin's PJ pants was not just tented out, which would have been difficult enough to ignore, but tented out and actively twitching every few seconds. Elijah carefully sat down next to the coyote, discarding the blanket off to the side after a quick mental review confirmed there weren't any other boys who might be able to see in the dark, and put one arm around Martin's thin shoulders and rested his other paw on his warm upper thigh. He waited to see if there was any kind of reaction, if Martin woke up, he would just toss the blanket over the both of them and try his luck with that.
Nothing happened, Elijah stroked the pink pads of his fingers up Martin's thigh, carefully watching for any sort of change. Nothing. The serval took a deep breath and pressed the tip of his index finger against the throbbing fabric tent sticking out from the small coyote's PJ bottoms, it felt incredibly warm against the pad of his finger and slightly... damp? Elijah drew his finger back and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, it was slightly viscous and extremely slippery.

Oh jeez, was all Elijah could think as he realized he had just smeared his fingers with coyote pre. He bit his lower lip, looked around to make sure he was still unobserved, then licked his finger clean without any hesitation. It didn't really taste like anything, but it strengthened his resolve to continue, Martin was clearly pent up and he needed Elijah's help.

Although his first instinct had been to cuddle up against the coyote and maybe paw him off that way, Elijah remembered that he had left his glasses next to his sleeping bag and he very desperately wanted to get a good look at everything hidden beneath Martin's western themed pajamas. The lanky serval dropped to his knees in front of Martin after a final survey of the room and leaned forward until he was close enough to smell a light hint of aroused canine teen musk and whatever fabric softener Martin's mom washed his clothes with.

With surprisingly steady hands, Elijah untied the knot on Martin's pajama pants with a single tug. Here was the part where he thought he might get caught, first he lifted Martin's fuzzy shirt up to expose the fluffy white fur of his belly; next, using both paws Elijah pulled up on the thankfully loose elastic of the PJ pants and maneuvered it over and down, letting the coyote boy's modest, but painfully hard looking erection out into the open air. Elijah took a quick glance up at Martin, his eyes were still closed and his breathing still steady.
Although his heart was thudding in his chest and every instinct told him to hurry up, Elijah took a moment to admire his friend's equipment. Martin wasn't big, which didn't seem surprising to the serval, but his short, uncut cock was - Elijah never thought he'd use the word to describe a dick - elegant; soft and smooth looking, bouncing lightly in time with the coyote's heartbeat, and with a bead of pre-cum perched in the tiny cup of his unretracted foreskin.

And it was as soft as it looked, without even thinking Elijah had wrapped his paw around Martin's hard shaft and held it there, so entranced he didn't even notice Martin's quiet, howling moan. Elijah had never been more focused in his life, with the utmost delicacy he began gently stroking, causing the coyote to murmur in his sleep.

So focused that his own previously raging hard-on had fallen dormant and now dangled from one leg of his boxer shorts, Elijah leaned forward so that his hot breath washed over the coyote's cock causing Martin's tail to give a single uncoordinated wag by way of response. Elijah increased the speed of his stroking and decided to fully commit to this, he stuck out his raspy tongue and gave the base of Martin's well-formed meat the lightest lick he could manage.

Elijah didn't notice the rasp of Martin's claws on the fabric of the loveseat, but the gout of pre that landed on his snout got his attention. So, Martin was a sensitive boy, Elijah filed that away for later use as he licked his way up to the tip. He decided right then to skip the hand stuff. *Operation: Give Martin a Blowjob is go, and even better, he thought with a shivery thrill that crept up his spine, I'll have to swallow if I want to hide the evidence.*

Elijah slid back Martin's foreskin, exposing the glossy, purple flesh beneath, he had just opened his mouth and was ducking his head down, when a paw landed on his head, and he realized Martin was saying something in a muzzy, drowsy voice after letting out a yawning howl.
"Elijah, what're you doin'?"



