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Feeling a little rusty, not gonna lie! However, enjoy. :D", "writing": "Milo fidgeted, adjusting his glasses through boredom more than a real need to. Although he had purchased his convention ticket ahead of time, the line to get it checked ran well out the door. And although the costume the weasel had chosen to wear—the lead character from his favorite sports anime, [i]Basebawl[/i]—naturally came with short sleeves, the sun was already beating down on the line of convention-goers, promising a warm day in the crowd.\n\nHis phone buzzed. “In yet?” came the text.\n\n“Not yet,” he typed. “Like...ten more people ahead.”\n\n“Hurry up! You've already missed one of the panels on The List.” Jeffrey and his cousin were already inside, having purchased premium memberships. The expedited check-in with those meant they had already been inside for about forty-five minutes.\n\nMilo checked the copy of his schedule from home, with the events that Jeffrey had circled. “J-Pop Singalong...no big loss,” he murmured.\n\nJeffrey had taken charge of The List, selecting the panels the two friends would attend—mostly the ones that Jeffrey's cousin and that cousin's college anime club were going to. He'd gone over The List in excruciating detail—twice, actually, after Mitch Carson tore up the original version in the school cafeteria.\n\nAnd since Jeffrey was his ride home, well...Milo figured it'd be best to play nice and not push too hard on the panels picked. Jeffrey could be bossy, and Milo was just excited to be old enough to go without parents playing babysitter this year.\n\nOnce Milo finally made it through the doors of the convention center, badge hanging from a lanyard around his neck, he went looking for Jeffrey. That part was simple enough; The List was at least good for knowing where he'd be.\n\nHe found the badger exiting one of the exhibit rooms, along with his cousin and a group of five other college-aged people. “There you are,” Jeffrey said, waving a pudgy paw at Milo. He was dressed as one of the main characters from [i]Baka Ninja Chronicle,[/i] which went well with some of the other costumes in the group.\n\n“What anime are you supposed to be from?” asked Jeffrey’s cousin, squinting at the sight of Milo.\n\n“Oh, it’s from [i]Basebawl![/i] You know, it’s about…well, a baseball team,” he said, feeling silly for having to explain it.\n\n“Oh, I don’t watch sports anime,” he said, wrinkling her nose up.\n\n“It’s like doing cosplay on easy mode,” said someone else in the group.\n\nMilo’s face burned, but he forced a smile. “I guess it’s not for everyone.” Still, as the group headed towards the next event, Milo felt hung towards the back, feeling a little less confident in his uniform among a group dressed in sci-fi and fantasy-type outfits.\n\nNext on The List was some sort of panel about anime girls. “Maybe I could just duck out early,” he suggested, as they filtered into the panel room. “The voice actors' panel is across the hall. We could meet up after.” It sounded cool: a meet and greet between the original actors and the people who did the localized versions of the same characters.\n\nJeffrey frowned. “But it runs past the end of this one. You'd miss both the Totally Kawaii Girls panel and the manga drawing tutorial.”\n\n“That's o—“ Milo stopped himself. Jeffrey [i]was[/i] looking forward to these events, even if he wasn't. Maybe he could convince his friend to split off from the group later.\n\n“Voice actors for anime are lame,” said Jeffrey's cousin, prompting the younger badger to nod. “Subs are better.”\n\nMilo took a deep breath, counted to ten, and then let it out. It wasn't worth an argument, even if he had zero interest in anime girls. He'd try to get some compromise with Jeffrey going later. For now, he'd sit through the panel. And so he did, even as time seemed to drag.\n\nThe manga tutorial was about as dull as the Kawaii Girls panel was. Jeffrey's cousin noodled around in a sketchbook while listening to the instructor, producing something decidedly clumsier than was demonstrated at the front of the hall. The older badger eventually let out a sigh as he noticed Milo peeking over at the sketch and hurriedly closed the book. “I'm hungry,” he whispered to the group. “And this is boring. Let's go get lunch.”\n\nMilo sucked in a breath. Could it be? The weasel's eyes glittered as he snuck out of the room with Jeffrey's group. He wasn't that hungry, but if he could just duck into the voice actors' panel—\n\n\t—which appeared to be wrapping up, plenty of people filtering out the auditorium across the hall. Milo's heart sunk. No luck!\n\n\t“What the heck?” Jeffrey was looking at the crowd leaving the auditorium, frowning, while his cousin began to argue with his group about where to go for lunch.\n\n\t“I know, we just missed it—“\n\n\t“What's [i]he[/i] doing here?” The badger pointed.\n\n\tMilo's gaze followed in the direction that Jeffrey was gesturing. “Oh. Hey, isn't that Arnie?” He recognized the beagle. “I didn't think we'd see anyone else from school.”\n\n\t“Yeah, but what's he doing [i]here?”[/i]\n\n\t“There's literally thousands of people here,” Milo pointed out. “Why [i]wouldn't[/i] he be here?”\n\n\t“He can't be an anime fan. He's not a n...I mean, he isn't—”\n\n\t“—like us?” It's true, Arnie did sit with the cool kids at lunch—the skateboarders, musicians, and such. Like most school cafeterias, Milo's seemed to naturally separate students into distinct groups—the popular, preppie types, the jocks, and other cliques. Those left over sat with Jeffrey, Milo, and the other nerds and geeks. “That...doesn't make any sense,” Milo pointed out. “Nobody said you had to be uncool to get in.”\n\n\t“Well, this is like...a big party for nerds. He probably gets invited to all kinds of parties and stuff. We don't. It's not fair if he does all that [i]and[/i] gets to come here.”\n\n\t“Maybe he actually likes anime. Look, he's in costume!” Arnie was dressed in some sort of tunic that left his chest mostly exposed, pants, and straw sandals. Milo had never seen the pup dressed like anything but loose skate clothes before, but he thought that the outfit looked good on him.\n\n\t“I don't even know what show that's from. He probably just slapped something together that he thought would look anime-ish—he's looking this way, don't look back!”\n\n\tMilo shook his head. Ridiculous. “You know, he's friendlier than you think.”\n\n\t“How would [i]you[/i] know?” said Jeffrey, but it was too late. Defiantly, Milo had lifted a paw, waving at the beagle.\n\n\tArnie waded through the crowd, tail wagging. “Oh hey, what's up? You just getting out of that panel, too?”\n\n\t“No, we missed it,” Milo said, before Jeffrey could get out his opinion on voice actors.\n\n\t“We were just on our way out for lunch.” Jeffrey glanced over at his cousin, who was still trying to sort out lunch. “Right...uh, soon. It's just going to be us and my cousin's anime club, though. No room for anyone else.”\n\n\tArnie paused, then shrugged, indifferent to the premature disinvitation. “Oh, cool. I was supposed to go with one of my friends—you know Dana, right?—but she had a family thing today. So I'm goin solo. Like your costumes, by the way. [i]Basebawl,[/i] right? Nice!”\n\n\tMilo couldn't help but grin. Someone liked his costume!\n\n\tArnie turned towards Jeffrey, even as the badger's cousin wandered towards the three younger boys. “And you're Hiro, from [i]Baka Ninja.[/i] We're doing the same character!” He held up a paw for a fist-bump.\n\n\tJeffrey blinked and left Arnie hanging. “What? No, we're not. Hiro's never worn an outfit like that.”\n\n\t“Sure he has! It's in the latest arc.”\n\n\tJeffrey's cousin piped up. “This season’s arc, Hiro went to Volcano Island. He wore a black outfit in that one. You're wearing red.”\n\n\tJeffrey beamed in triumph when backed by his cousin. “You see? You can't just make stuff up and say you're such-and-such character. People will know.” He looked down his nose at Arnie. “And [i]my[/i] cousin's the president of his anime club. He's basically an expert.”\n\n\tArnie quieted down, frowning slightly.\n\n\tMilo fidgeted, feeling like he should say something, but Jeffrey continued, tone getting loftier. “Anyways, you have the wrong look for Hiro. “Your ears are floppy instead of pointy. Makes it look kiiinda fake.”\n\n\tThe beagle opened his muzzle, stopped, then closed it again, brow furrowing in a frown. “Oh. Anyways, uh...you guys have a lunch to get to, right? I'll see you around.” He turned and started off into the crowd.\n\n\tMilo turned towards Jeffrey. “What did you do that for?”\n\n\tThe badger sniffed. “I can't stand it when people try to fake being into things. He's not a real anime fan. It's no fair, trying to compare his costume to mine.”\n\n\t“He's here, at an [i]anime convention. [/i] He's in a costume. How is that not being a real fan? Who would he even have to fake it for?” Milo waved his paws in the air for emphasis as he talked. “What do you have against him?”\n\n\t“He can't be a fan! He was there! The day Mitch was making fun of us while we were making The List! If he was, he woulda said something.”\n\n\tAh-ha. Jeffrey had been really upset that day. “But...come on, Mitch is a jerk.” [i]The[/i] jerk, really, the worst of the jocks. “He’s like twice Arnie’s size! What would he manage to do?” “Arnie didn't knock over our papers while we were making The List. Arnie didn't tear up the original copy of it. Mitch did that!”\n\n\t“He laughed! Everyone laughed!” A few people had laughed, true, and Jeffrey had stomped out of the cafeteria, leaving Milo to pick up the scattered papers.\n\n\tBut had hadn’t picked them up alone; somebody had helped. The weasel leaned in close. “Arnie and his friends helped me clean up after you left. You just bullied someone who tried to do something nice for you!” And driven him off, just like...well, just like Mitch had done to Jeffrey. He turned from the badger. “I'm gonna go apologize to Arnie. You go to lunch. I'll catch up later—I've got The List.”\n\n\tJeffrey huffed, voice taking on a whiny tone. “What? No! Milo—“\n\n\tBut Milo wandered out of earshot before he could hear the rest. He knew Jeffrey's moods, and the badger wasn't likely to back down without a little time to cool off. The current problem was finding Arnie in the big convention crowd. The beagle had a couple minutes' head start, and he could be in any of the activity rooms.\n\n\tTen minutes of searching later, Milo spied Arnie through the doors of the dealer's room. The dog was browsing through some of the tables, but even from a distance, Milo could see that Arnie's mood had soured: tail low, still no wagging, none of the energy in the dog's stance as before.\n\n\tThe weasel showed his badge at the door and went inside, pushing his way past the crowd with the minimum amount of politeness. “Arnie...hey, Arnie!”\n\n\tThe dog turned, earbases lifting slightly, enough to make his floppy ears sway. “Oh, uh...hey.” Not the same level of friendliness in his voice as before.\n\n\t“Hey.” A pause. Milo cleared his throat, feeling awkward. “Look...sorry about Jeffrey. He's hard to get along with sometimes. He’s not really mad at you, it’s just…complicated.”\n\n\tArnie's brow furrowed. “You don't have to apologize for him.”\n\n\t“I know, I know. Right.” Milo took a deep breath and let it out. “And I'm sorry, too. I could've said something back there, and I should've. I like your costume. It looks good.”\n\n\tArnie's smile returned, and his tail began to twitch back and forth. “You think so? It took a little work. I barely finished it for the con. It was hard getting the stripes sewed on the pants.” He turned, showing off the back of it, too, leaving Milo peeking at the way the costume pants hugged the pup's perky butt, a sight that Milo found himself surprised to enjoy.\n\n\tMilo smiled, quickly looking up when the beagle turned to face him again. “It's great. Mine's just an old baseball uniform. My older brother's team had the same colors as on [i]Basebawl.”[/i]\n\n\t“Yeah, but I’ve seen some of the previews for the show. It looks just like the uniform on the show.”\n\nMilo’s smile got bigger. “Thanks.” He paused. “I know, uh...you said that Dana couldn't come today. Jeffrey and his group are probably already at lunch now. Do you wanna go eat together?” Did he just ask one of the cool kids to come sit at his lunch table?\n\n\t“Yeah.” And did he just say yes? Yes! “Do you know what's in the area?”\n\n\t“Yeah.” Possibilities had come up for The List, so Milo had some general idea. “If we head towards the front of the hotel and down the block, there's like, five places all together. We can decide from there...” Already, Arnie was walking out of the dealer's room with the weasel, and they continued to discuss lunch on the walk to the restaurants.\n\n\tThe pair ended up settling on a restaurant not covered by The List, a place that sold gyros and falafel. They had just settled down, and Milo was just to the point of biting into a stuffed pita when his phone buzzed. He paused, took it out of his pocket, and then groaned.\n\n\tArnie leaned in. “What's the matter?”\n\n\tThe weasel slumped in his seat. “Jeffrey. He's my ride home. [i]Was[/i] my ride home, I guess? He told me that his cousin's not driving me back, now.” The badger could get petty sometimes.\n\n\tThe beagle looked concerned. “I...wow. I didn't mean to get you two fighting. You're always hanging out together at school. Sorry, Milo.”\n\n\tMilo blinked, surprised. He never really thought that people noticed him at school very much, skinny, short, and spectacled. It felt sort of nice, actually. He pocketed his phone again. “This is...normal-ish for Jeffrey. He'll get over it quickly, though. Just...probably not today. I'm gonna have to text Mom and maybe leave early.” He slumped in his chair. “His cousin was gonna drive us back down tomorrow, though, so I might miss the rest of the con.” He sat back up. “But I'm not gonna let it get to me! I still have time to see some stuff, if we get back soon.” He lifted up his gyros and opened wide, taking a bite.\n\n\tArnie fiddled with his falafel, glancing down at his plate. “Well, you know—“ A pause, and the beagle continued. “I'm with my aunt here, and we've got separate rooms in the hotel. So, you could—if you wanted, I mean—stay in my room. I'm sure she'd let me have you there.”\n\n\tMilo nearly dropped his pita. That was even better than going home for the night and coming back. “Really? Are you sure?”\n\n\tArnie grinned, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I’d like it if you did,” he admitted. “It's not really much fun hanging out at the con on my own, anyways. I wish I could've convinced more of my friends to come.”\n\n\tMilo took a big bite of his food, then took his phone back out. “Then...yes. Gotta text my mom, though,” he mumbled around his mouthful. Moments later, Milo had permission and sent over a contact number, provided by Arnie, so his mother knew who to call in an emergency.\n\n\tOn the way back from lunch, Arnie took the con schedule out of his bag and looked at it. “So, uh...once we get back, where do you wanna go?”\n\n\tMilo slowed down. “I...uh. Well, I mean, I had a list...” He trailed off. He had [i]The[/i] List, and every item on there, he'd run into Jeffrey. And most of those had been chosen [i]for[/i] him, not [i]by[/i] him. “...but maybe we can pick out some things together?”\n\n\t“Yeah. That'd be awesome,” Arnie said.\n\n\tThey began with the dealer’s room, picking up where Milo had caught up with Arnie. Thirty bucks later, Milo exited the hall with some new posters and comics.\n\n\tArnie already had the schedule out and was looking through it. “Hey, one up your alley. There's a panel for sports anime. Maybe they'll talk about [i]Basebawl!”[/i]\n\n\tArnie crowded closer to Milo to show him, and the weasel shifted, surprised when the pup settled in, shoulder-to-shoulder. The contact felt kind of good, though. Milo grinned and crowded in closer, to make sure that Arnie could see the schedule. “Are you sure you wanna sit through it? I know not everyone's into sports anime. We could pick something else if you want.”\n\n\t“It's cool with me. Besides, I think...” The dog eased away for a moment, peeked into the hall, and then nodded, waving at Milo. They took a seat in the back. “...yup, she's here,” he continued, lowering his voice; the panel was starting. “The lady two seats in? That's my aunt.”\n\n\tMilo squinted. He couldn't quite read the little placard in front of her spot on the stage. And then he managed to work it out, and he gasped, looking back at Arnie. “She voices the main character!” he said. He gestured at his uniform. “At [i]my[/i] character!”\n\n\t“Yup.”\n\n\t“That's—wait, that character's a boy.”\n\n\tArnie grinned at Milo. “Lots of grown women voice boys, because their voices won't change on them. She explained it to me once.”\n\n\tMilo had to cover his muzzle with a paw to keep his excited squealing from getting out. He got it under control, but still fidgeted on his seat, excited. “That's so cool. I've heard the same voice on lots of shows!”\n\n\tArnie's tail wagged. “She'll be happy to hear that. That's why I was at the voice actors' panel. She was in that one, too.”\n\n\tThe pair made it through a couple more panels during the day, huddling close in between each one to choose each new destination. As the afternoon came towards an end, Arnie peered over at Milo. “You gotta be roasting in that costume, huh? I feel hot in here, and I’ve got short sleeves.”\n\n“Yeah, I need some water and a chance to cool down a little,” Milo admitted. So, they ducked out of the convention center and into the adjoining hotel, stopping long enough to get a duplicate room key for Milo.\n\n\t\n\n\tOnce in the room itself, Arnie cleared some things off the bed, scraps of cloth and a sewing kit. “Sorry, it's a mess from trying to get my costume together this morning,” the beagle said. “Let me just crank the A/C a little. Get comfortable!”\n\n\t“Less of a mess than my room!” Milo sat on the edge of the bed, stooping down to remove his shoes and socks. After being on his feet all afternoon, it was a relief to get them off.\n\n\t“Here, uh...might as well keep with the theme of the day. We can watch some anime while we cool down.” Arnie kicked off the sandals for his costume and flopped on the bed, belly down, and grabbed his laptop from where it was on the floor. “Let's find something I haven't seen that you like,” he said. “And then I'll do the same for you.” The dog's tail wagged. “You know—show me yours and I'll show you mine.”\n\n\tMilo froze for a moment, mid-tug on his remaining sock. “Sure—wait, what?” That was a reminder of games he used to play with Jeffrey when they were younger, before puberty hit and the badger declared himself too mature for such things. The very thought made Milo's ears flush red.\n\n\t“Oh, uh...right. Phrasing, sorry,” Arnie said, grinning somewhat sheepishly. He patted the spot on the bed beside him.\n\n\tDown went Milo, stretching out beside Arnie, and soon they were embroiled in a sumo anime that the weasel liked. It was fun; while there were plenty of things that Milo and Jeffrey watched together, Milo could never interest the badger in sports anime. Arnie took an interest, which was refreshing.\n\n\tAs they watched, they naturally shifted closer together, crowding around the laptop screen to ensure both could see well. Milo wasn't used to people sitting so close to him, but he found that he liked it. Arms brushed arms, legs nudged against legs, and soon the air conditioning was working its magic, cooling Milo off enough that he felt comfortable. And then a little cooler than even that; the air was enough that his bare feet and hands were starting to feel a little too chilled.\n\n\tAs the credits for Milo's sumo show rolled, Arnie's foot bumped against Milo's and twitched away. “Dude, your feet are like ice!” he says.\n\n\t“Sorry,” Milo murmured. He started to shift, ready to give Arnie some space.\n\n\t“No, my bad. I turned the air up too much! Here.” Arnie rolled off the bed and went to the thermostat, adjusting it. “Hotel air conditioners always go from like, zero to icy way faster than I expect. It'll warm up soon.” He hopped back on the bed and resumed his position, even pressing his foot against Milo's again, and when Milo looked over at him, smiled slightly. “A little direct contact will warm them faster.”\n\n\t“Oh. Uh, right.” It didn't feel bad—Arnie's foot was nice and warm still, so that was nice. “So, what do you have to watch?”\n\n\t“Well, let's see...” He trailed off, shutting off the browser and opening up a video on his desktop. It started up and Milo blinked, immediately recognizing the characters, but not the opening sequence. “Wait, this is [i]Baka Ninja Chronicle.[/i] I know this one.”\n\n\tArnie grinned. “Sure, but...this is a preview of next season. They were showing it at another con and my aunt got a hold of it for me. Just fansubbed right now, though.”\n\n\t“It's okay. I like it both ways.”\n\n\t“Woah. Ha-ha! Nice.”\n\n\tMilo's ears burned. “I meant—I mean, I was talking about the subs versus dubs. Sorry, phrasing.”\n\n\tArnie grinned. “I was just kidding.” His foot tapped Milo's. “Sorry, didn't mean to make you all embarrassed.”\n\n\t“It's fine, I just—oh, hey! Hiro's not wearing his usual outfit in this, he's wearing—”\n\n\t“—exactly.” As in, exactly what Arnie had worn as a costume.\n\n\tMilo grinned so much for the anime club’s expert opinion. “Jeffrey totally owes you an apology. I don't think he's seen this.”\n\n\t\n\n\tArnie shrugged, modestly. “I got a little too excited about the new season. I thought for sure people would recognize it, but...I guess I'm kind of a nerd about [i]Baka Ninja.”[/i]\n\n\t“Still,” Milo said. He glanced over at Arnie. He didn't think of the beagle as any sort of nerd. Being into things like skateboarding and music as well as anime just made him cooler, in the weasel's eyes.\n\n\t“Well, I'm not gonna let it get to me. Check it out, this next scene's awesome.”\n\n\tSo the two quieted down, settled even closer than during the sumo show. Soon, Arnie's toes began to move, their fuzzy tops rubbing against the smooth pads on the bottoms of Milo's feet, a sensation that almost tickled, though it didn't quite go that far. Milo wasn't sure if Arnie was even aware that he was doing it. He wiggled his toes. It [i]was[/i] warming him up, though, and in more ways than one; Milo became aware that he was growing erect, stiff dick trapped between his hips and the bed. He lifted up, at least a little, then lowered himself, shimmying his hips in a little half-grind to try and adjust. That also felt good.\n\n\tRight as he was shifting his hips a second time, Arnie shifted, wiggling his foot beneath the weasel's, letting Milo feel the warmth of the beagle's pads. And then, just as Milo was shifting his foot, exploring that new texture beneath his toes, down came the pup's other paw, trapping Milo's between. It came as a surprise, and Milo yelped.\n\n\t“You okay?” asked Arnie.\n\n\t“I just...I'm fine. Just [i]someone[/i] pushing his feet at me.” Milo kept his tone light. “Don’t know who.”\n\n\t“Just trying to keep you warm.” Arnie pushed his toes firmer against Milo's sole, making the weasel shiver. “Is it helping?”\n\n\t“Yeahhh.” Milo exhaled in a sigh, then blinked, realizing how that must’ve sounded. “I mean, you know. You're warm.” He glanced over, and—wait, was Arnie grinding against the mattress?\n\n\tThe dog glanced over, saw Milo staring, and then froze.\n\n\tMilo shifted, embarrassed at getting caught looking over. He felt like he should explain. “I, uh—“\n\n\t“Your clothes!” Arnie sat up and paused the video. “Geez, I forgot. You don't have a change of clothes, do you?”\n\n\tThe weasel blinked. “Well, no. I was going to go home for the night originally,” he reminded Arnie.\n\n\t“Aw, geez. Let me get you something to change into. I've got like, stuff for other costumes for tomorrow, but I brought some extra street clothes, in case this outfit didn't work out.” Arnie got up from the bed, turning away from the weasel. “Strip, and I'll get you a shirt and some pants.”\n\n\tBemused, Arnie sat up and pulled off the jersey from his outfit. “I can just wear what I've got, it's okay.”\n\n\tArnie shook his head. “Yeah, but with it so hot and sweaty down in the convention hall, it might get all rank if you wear it overnight, too. Don't worry. I got...here. T-shirt.” He tossed it on the bed, then came up with a pair of shorts—turning right as Milo pulled down his pants, to discover that his hardon from moments ago had the effect of working his (mostly softened) dick through the fly of his boxers.\n\n\tBoth boys froze, surprised into inaction. Of course, Milo's dick, only just softened, began to rise again at the sudden attention on it. Milo's voice rose to an embarrassed squeak. “Ah...shit! I'm sorry.” He tried to back up and get himself back into his boxers—catching the corner of the bed with one leg and taking a tumble, likely to end up on the floor.\n\n\tArnie sprang into action, though, getting up and catching the weasel's arm, making sure that the fall at least ended with the weasel on the mattress. “You okay?”\n\n\t“Yes...no! I don't know.” Milo became aware that his dick was bobbing from his spill, and he had to reach down and stop it before he could start to wrestle himself back into his fly. “I'm sorry, I just—“\n\n\t“—got a hardon. It's okay. It's cute.”\n\n\t“What?”\n\n\t“At least I'm not the only one that got...uh.” Arnie coughed. “Look, I didn't mean to get a peek, and...uh, fair's fair.” To Milo's surprise, Arnie dropped the pants for his costume, revealing a pair of black briefs with a very clear ridge stretching out the front. He hooked his thumbs in his briefs and tugged the waistband forward, not quite revealing what was beneath. “You want to see? No judgement, either way.”\n\n\tMilo swallowed, afraid that answering yes would mean getting teased, and that saying no would be something he regretted. He did want to see! Worried that his voice might fail him, he settled for a brief, but emphatic nod.\n\n\tArnie grinned. “Okay. Well...down they go.” He not only pulled those briefs downwards, but pushed them to his ankles, eventually kicking them off entirely, pink cock freed.\n\n\tA few seconds later, Milo realized that he was staring without saying anything. He pulled his gaze away from the beagle's dick. “Oh, geez, you really showed it. How can you do that without getting all—“\n\n\t“—embarrassed?” Arnie let out a little laugh. “I'm...well, here.” He reached for Milo's hand.\n\n\tMilo froze. Was he going to be forced to feel Arnie's dick?\n\n\tBut the dog guided Milo's hand higher, until his palmpad was pressed right over the dog's chest, and Milo could feel the dog's heart racing. “Total jitters about it,” Arnie said, though he still smiled. “Kind of a fake it 'till you make it thing. Gets me by, sometimes.” He let go of the weasel's hand. “There's something I wanna do, and I think maybe you'll be cool with me doing it. But maybe not?” The dog cleared his throat, then slowly sank down to his knees, tail wagging as he glanced up at Milo's face. He was close enough that Milo could feel the warmth of his breath over the front of his boxers. “You okay, so far?”\n\n\t“Okay so far, yeah. Just...” He let out a quivery laugh. “Trying to fake it 'till I make it. Look, uh. Whatever you're gonna do, just go ahead. I'll be okay.”\n\n\tArnie's posture changed, and Milo realized that the dog had been holding some tension in his shoulders, relaxing only once he was given the go-ahead. “Awesome,” Arnie murmured. Fingers reached out, and instead of fiddling with the weasel's fly, just pulled Milo's boxers down in front. He glanced up at Milo for a moment. “Dude, it's awesome,” he murmurs. “A skinny guy like you, with one this big? Dude, are all weasels this hot?”\n\n\t“H-hot?” Milo's eyes widened. And big? He’d never really thought about how he might measure up against other boys.\n\n\tArnie nodded. “Hot.” He turned his attention back to Milo's lap, leaning in closer. “For real, don't freak out. I promise, I'm just...I just wanna...” He trailed off.\n\n\tMilo had a good idea of what Arnie might try doing. He hoped he was right!\n\n\tHe wasn't left disappointed. The beagle's tongue slid out, a warm lap administered to the underside of Milo's dick, even as fingers curled around the root of that shaft. For a short time, licking was all Arnie did, tongue laving over that bared flesh until it gleamed. Only then did he open up and engulf Milo in his muzzle, taking a short pause to just worship the broad crown of the weasel's cock with lips and tongue and suction, before he slid further down, sheathing that length in wet warmth.\n\n\tMilo swallowed. “Oh shit...you're...you're...” He couldn't quite say it; he was already blushing too much. The room suddenly felt too warm again. It felt good, having Arnie sucking on him, making him throb. The weasel reached up with shaky fingers and stroked over the soft, short fur on one of the beagle's floppy ears. Up until now, Milo thought that his hand was the best thing he could feel on his dick, but his hand was making way to second place with every bob of the dog's head.\n\n\tIt was great—at least, until Arnie stopped, pulling off with a slurp. A strand of saliva stretched from the dog's lower lip to Milo's cock, until Arnie sat further back on his heels. “Still okay?”\n\n\tMilo nodded right away. “Yeah, it...a-are we done?” His voice was quivering with arousal and nervousness. Had he done something wrong?\n\n\tArnie shook his head. “Naw, I just...well, thought you might want to try something else?”\n\n\tSomething else? After the best feeling ever? “What's the something else?”\n\n\tArnie's eyes lowered away from Milo's face. “It's, uh.” He paused. Was he actually being shy about something? The dog took a deep breath, then stood up, hardon bobbing when he moved, a strand of shimmering precum drooling down from his tip. And then, it was out of sight, as Arnie bent over the bed, tail in the air and wagging, putting his butt front and center.\n\n\tMilo squeaked. “You mean...you want me to put it in your butt?”\n\n\tArnie peeked over his shoulder at Milo. “If you want to. Otherwise, I'll finish you off with my muzzle. Just...I'd like it. A lot.” He paused. “There's a little bottle in the front pocket of my bag. You'll need it, if you wanna try it.”\n\n\tMilo fidgeted, hesitant to take the plunge. This wasn't something he'd expected to do at all today—or anytime soon, really—but he liked Arnie, and it was exciting to have someone he liked interested in him this way. Up he went, and he retrieved the bottle, filled with clear fluid, before he lost his nerve. “Where'd you get this?” he asked. Why did he even have it? Did he do this sort of thing a lot?\n\n\t“Uh. Shoplifted it,” Arnie admitted. “You put it on your—“\n\n\t“—dick, I get it.” Milo popped the cap and drizzled some of the fluid on his dick, his arousal beating out any need to ask further questions. “Ah, cold! Dang!”\n\n\tArnie let out a little laugh. “Sorry. I shoulda warned you. Here.” He reached back, and with a few deliciously pleasurable pumps of one paw, slicked Milo's dick up to a shine. “Now, step forward...”\n\n\tMilo followed the dog's guidance, and was soon nestled against that furless ring of muscle under Arnie's tail, a spot of pink among the beagle's black, white, and tan fur. “I just push, right?” He started to put some pressure on that spot.\n\n\t“Yes...wait, no! No, go slow. Don't just shove in, okay? Just...push nice and easy, right? Nice and—oh, man.” Arnie let out a little whimper. “Yeah, you got it, just like that.”\n\n\tMilo sure did get it. He watched as Arnie's hole opened up for him, spreading around and then engulfing the head of his penis, then an inch. With more slow and steady pressure, he worked forward into Arnie, feeling that hole squeeze around him. His hand fell to third best-feeling thing, as the weasel discovered that he liked being under Arnie's wagging tail.\n\n\tWhen Milo's hips bumped his ass, Arnie said, voice quivery, “Yeah, you're...juuust right, Milo. Now, just...back and forth, you know?”\n\n\tMilo swallowed. “Right. Back and foorthfuck!” His voice rose, matching Arnie's in pitch. It felt good, moving his dick back and forth in that snug butt. This wasn't something he wanted to be a one-time thing! He started to rock his hips, faster...faster...and slipped out. “Shit!”\n\n\tArnie let out a little laugh. “It's cool. Happens. Here.” He reached back, helped the weasel to aim again, and this time, pushed back to meet the weasel's push forward, resuming their eager humping.\n\n\t\n\n\tMilo wasn't sure, exactly, where to hold on, but eventually he settled his hands on the beagle's hips, and the room filled with the sounds of the two boys fucking: little moans, whimpers, grunts, and growls, punctuated by the occasional thwap of Arnie's wagging tail against Milo's body.\n\n\tAfter a minute or two, Arnie reached under himself, and Milo realized the dog was jerking off. “Faster, please,” he urged the weasel, and as Milo obliged, he whined. “Faster...oh!”\n\n\tMilo felt the dog's hole start to clench around him, hard, and with the noises that Arnie was making, the weasel realized that his new friend was likely getting off right at that moment. And he helped! That rush of excitement, plus a few more eager thrusts, sent him over the edge, too, and he froze, so sensitive that it almost hurt to move anymore. His cock twitched, pumping a few squirts of his cum into Arnie. He tried to say something, but all that he really managed was a very squeaky moan.\n\n\tAnd then, Arnie slumped on the bed, panting, one cheek resting on the mattress. “Oh. Oh, that's just...gimme a minute.” He let out a little pleasure-drunk, tongue lolling out of his muzzle.\n\n\tMilo started to tug back, wincing a bit at the friction on his now-sensitive dick, but tugged out, treated to the sight of some of his cum dripping down from Arnie's hole. He shivered at the sight, then moved over, flopping on the bed, on his back, penis resting, half-softened, on one fuzzy thigh, glistening with lube and streaks of cum. He'd just had sex! And he did it with a [i]boy![/i] And he liked it a lot. “No...no fair.”\n\n\t“What?” Arnie peeked over, eyes still fogged with pleasure.\n\n\t“You showed me some anime I hadn't seen [i]and[/i] showed me that. I don't have anything I can do to match that. I think I owe you.”\n\n\tArnie grinned. “Well...if you want, you can try doing it the other way next time.”\n\n\t“Next time?”\n\n\t“Next time. Probably later. I gotta recharge for...uh, a minute, at least.” He laughed.\n\n\t“Should we...get dressed? Go back down to the convention?”\n\n\tArnie sat up, still pantsless. “Nah. A lot of the panels after six are for eighteen and up only. Yaoi manga panels and stuff.”\n\n\t“Oh.” Despite the fact that he'd just fucked Arnie, the mention of the boy-on-boy comics had Milo blushing all over again.\n\n\t“Buuut...they can't stop us from looking at dirty comics in here.” Arnie's grin turned impish. “I have some downloaded—wanna to see? Maybe they can give us some ideas for that next time.”\n\n\tThat grabbed Milo's attention. He slide next to Arnie and bumped his bare hip against the beagle's. “I definitely need to see them, then.”\n\n\tArnie laughed. “Knew that'd get you. C'mon, I bet we'll find something fun to do.”\n\n\tTen minutes later, they had their own list of things to try, composed together, and the room began to fill with happy whimpers and moans again—at least, until Milo got Arnie to make that tongue-lolling, happy-dog expression again. And sure, he didn't really look like one of the cool kids then, but even if he had, Milo thought that he and Arnie fit together very well.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Milo fidgeted, adjusting his glasses through boredom more than a real need to. Although he had purchased his convention ticket ahead of time, the line to get it checked ran well out the door. And although the costume the weasel had chosen to wear—the lead character from his favorite sports anime, Basebawl—naturally came with short sleeves, the sun was already beating down on the line of convention-goers, promising a warm day in the crowd.

His phone buzzed. “In yet?” came the text.

“Not yet,” he typed. “Like...ten more people ahead.”

“Hurry up! You've already missed one of the panels on The List.” Jeffrey and his cousin were already inside, having purchased premium memberships. The expedited check-in with those meant they had already been inside for about forty-five minutes.

Milo checked the copy of his schedule from home, with the events that Jeffrey had circled. “J-Pop Singalong...no big loss,” he murmured.

Jeffrey had taken charge of The List, selecting the panels the two friends would attend—mostly the ones that Jeffrey's cousin and that cousin's college anime club were going to. He'd gone over The List in excruciating detail—twice, actually, after Mitch Carson tore up the original version in the school cafeteria.

And since Jeffrey was his ride home, well...Milo figured it'd be best to play nice and not push too hard on the panels picked. Jeffrey could be bossy, and Milo was just excited to be old enough to go without parents playing babysitter this year.

Once Milo finally made it through the doors of the convention center, badge hanging from a lanyard around his neck, he went looking for Jeffrey. That part was simple enough; The List was at least good for knowing where he'd be.

He found the badger exiting one of the exhibit rooms, along with his cousin and a group of five other college-aged people. “There you are,” Jeffrey said, waving a pudgy paw at Milo. He was dressed as one of the main characters from Baka Ninja Chronicle, which went well with some of the other costumes in the group.

“What anime are you supposed to be from?” asked Jeffrey’s cousin, squinting at the sight of Milo.

“Oh, it’s from Basebawl! You know, it’s about…well, a baseball team,” he said, feeling silly for having to explain it.

“Oh, I don’t watch sports anime,” he said, wrinkling her nose up.

“It’s like doing cosplay on easy mode,” said someone else in the group.

Milo’s face burned, but he forced a smile. “I guess it’s not for everyone.” Still, as the group headed towards the next event, Milo felt hung towards the back, feeling a little less confident in his uniform among a group dressed in sci-fi and fantasy-type outfits.

Next on The List was some sort of panel about anime girls. “Maybe I could just duck out early,” he suggested, as they filtered into the panel room. “The voice actors' panel is across the hall. We could meet up after.” It sounded cool: a meet and greet between the original actors and the people who did the localized versions of the same characters.

Jeffrey frowned. “But it runs past the end of this one. You'd miss both the Totally Kawaii Girls panel and the manga drawing tutorial.”

“That's o—“ Milo stopped himself. Jeffrey was looking forward to these events, even if he wasn't. Maybe he could convince his friend to split off from the group later.

“Voice actors for anime are lame,” said Jeffrey's cousin, prompting the younger badger to nod. “Subs are better.”

Milo took a deep breath, counted to ten, and then let it out. It wasn't worth an argument, even if he had zero interest in anime girls. He'd try to get some compromise with Jeffrey going later. For now, he'd sit through the panel. And so he did, even as time seemed to drag.

The manga tutorial was about as dull as the Kawaii Girls panel was. Jeffrey's cousin noodled around in a sketchbook while listening to the instructor, producing something decidedly clumsier than was demonstrated at the front of the hall. The older badger eventually let out a sigh as he noticed Milo peeking over at the sketch and hurriedly closed the book. “I'm hungry,” he whispered to the group. “And this is boring. Let's go get lunch.”

Milo sucked in a breath. Could it be? The weasel's eyes glittered as he snuck out of the room with Jeffrey's group. He wasn't that hungry, but if he could just duck into the voice actors' panel—

\t—which appeared to be wrapping up, plenty of people filtering out the auditorium across the hall. Milo's heart sunk. No luck!

\t“What the heck?” Jeffrey was looking at the crowd leaving the auditorium, frowning, while his cousin began to argue with his group about where to go for lunch.

\t“I know, we just missed it—“

\t“What's he doing here?” The badger pointed.

\tMilo's gaze followed in the direction that Jeffrey was gesturing. “Oh. Hey, isn't that Arnie?” He recognized the beagle. “I didn't think we'd see anyone else from school.”

\t“Yeah, but what's he doing here?”

\t“There's literally thousands of people here,” Milo pointed out. “Why wouldn't he be here?”

\t“He can't be an anime fan. He's not a n...I mean, he isn't—”

\t“—like us?” It's true, Arnie did sit with the cool kids at lunch—the skateboarders, musicians, and such. Like most school cafeterias, Milo's seemed to naturally separate students into distinct groups—the popular, preppie types, the jocks, and other cliques. Those left over sat with Jeffrey, Milo, and the other nerds and geeks. “That...doesn't make any sense,” Milo pointed out. “Nobody said you had to be uncool to get in.”

\t“Well, this is like...a big party for nerds. He probably gets invited to all kinds of parties and stuff. We don't. It's not fair if he does all that and gets to come here.”

\t“Maybe he actually likes anime. Look, he's in costume!” Arnie was dressed in some sort of tunic that left his chest mostly exposed, pants, and straw sandals. Milo had never seen the pup dressed like anything but loose skate clothes before, but he thought that the outfit looked good on him.

\t“I don't even know what show that's from. He probably just slapped something together that he thought would look anime-ish—he's looking this way, don't look back!”

\tMilo shook his head. Ridiculous. “You know, he's friendlier than you think.”

\t“How would you know?” said Jeffrey, but it was too late. Defiantly, Milo had lifted a paw, waving at the beagle.

\tArnie waded through the crowd, tail wagging. “Oh hey, what's up? You just getting out of that panel, too?”

\t“No, we missed it,” Milo said, before Jeffrey could get out his opinion on voice actors.

\t“We were just on our way out for lunch.” Jeffrey glanced over at his cousin, who was still trying to sort out lunch. “Right...uh, soon. It's just going to be us and my cousin's anime club, though. No room for anyone else.”

\tArnie paused, then shrugged, indifferent to the premature disinvitation. “Oh, cool. I was supposed to go with one of my friends—you know Dana, right?—but she had a family thing today. So I'm goin solo. Like your costumes, by the way. Basebawl, right? Nice!”

\tMilo couldn't help but grin. Someone liked his costume!

\tArnie turned towards Jeffrey, even as the badger's cousin wandered towards the three younger boys. “And you're Hiro, from Baka Ninja. We're doing the same character!” He held up a paw for a fist-bump.

\tJeffrey blinked and left Arnie hanging. “What? No, we're not. Hiro's never worn an outfit like that.”

\t“Sure he has! It's in the latest arc.”

\tJeffrey's cousin piped up. “This season’s arc, Hiro went to Volcano Island. He wore a black outfit in that one. You're wearing red.”

\tJeffrey beamed in triumph when backed by his cousin. “You see? You can't just make stuff up and say you're such-and-such character. People will know.” He looked down his nose at Arnie. “And my cousin's the president of his anime club. He's basically an expert.”

\tArnie quieted down, frowning slightly.

\tMilo fidgeted, feeling like he should say something, but Jeffrey continued, tone getting loftier. “Anyways, you have the wrong look for Hiro. “Your ears are floppy instead of pointy. Makes it look kiiinda fake.”

\tThe beagle opened his muzzle, stopped, then closed it again, brow furrowing in a frown. “Oh. Anyways, uh...you guys have a lunch to get to, right? I'll see you around.” He turned and started off into the crowd.

\tMilo turned towards Jeffrey. “What did you do that for?”

\tThe badger sniffed. “I can't stand it when people try to fake being into things. He's not a real anime fan. It's no fair, trying to compare his costume to mine.”

\t“He's here, at an anime convention. He's in a costume. How is that not being a real fan? Who would he even have to fake it for?” Milo waved his paws in the air for emphasis as he talked. “What do you have against him?”

\t“He can't be a fan! He was there! The day Mitch was making fun of us while we were making The List! If he was, he woulda said something.”

\tAh-ha. Jeffrey had been really upset that day. “But...come on, Mitch is a jerk.” The jerk, really, the worst of the jocks. “He’s like twice Arnie’s size! What would he manage to do?” “Arnie didn't knock over our papers while we were making The List. Arnie didn't tear up the original copy of it. Mitch did that!”

\t“He laughed! Everyone laughed!” A few people had laughed, true, and Jeffrey had stomped out of the cafeteria, leaving Milo to pick up the scattered papers.

\tBut had hadn’t picked them up alone; somebody had helped. The weasel leaned in close. “Arnie and his friends helped me clean up after you left. You just bullied someone who tried to do something nice for you!” And driven him off, just like...well, just like Mitch had done to Jeffrey. He turned from the badger. “I'm gonna go apologize to Arnie. You go to lunch. I'll catch up later—I've got The List.”

\tJeffrey huffed, voice taking on a whiny tone. “What? No! Milo—“

\tBut Milo wandered out of earshot before he could hear the rest. He knew Jeffrey's moods, and the badger wasn't likely to back down without a little time to cool off. The current problem was finding Arnie in the big convention crowd. The beagle had a couple minutes' head start, and he could be in any of the activity rooms.

\tTen minutes of searching later, Milo spied Arnie through the doors of the dealer's room. The dog was browsing through some of the tables, but even from a distance, Milo could see that Arnie's mood had soured: tail low, still no wagging, none of the energy in the dog's stance as before.

\tThe weasel showed his badge at the door and went inside, pushing his way past the crowd with the minimum amount of politeness. “Arnie...hey, Arnie!”

\tThe dog turned, earbases lifting slightly, enough to make his floppy ears sway. “Oh, uh...hey.” Not the same level of friendliness in his voice as before.

\t“Hey.” A pause. Milo cleared his throat, feeling awkward. “Look...sorry about Jeffrey. He's hard to get along with sometimes. He’s not really mad at you, it’s just…complicated.”

\tArnie's brow furrowed. “You don't have to apologize for him.”

\t“I know, I know. Right.” Milo took a deep breath and let it out. “And I'm sorry, too. I could've said something back there, and I should've. I like your costume. It looks good.”

\tArnie's smile returned, and his tail began to twitch back and forth. “You think so? It took a little work. I barely finished it for the con. It was hard getting the stripes sewed on the pants.” He turned, showing off the back of it, too, leaving Milo peeking at the way the costume pants hugged the pup's perky butt, a sight that Milo found himself surprised to enjoy.

\tMilo smiled, quickly looking up when the beagle turned to face him again. “It's great. Mine's just an old baseball uniform. My older brother's team had the same colors as on Basebawl.”

\t“Yeah, but I’ve seen some of the previews for the show. It looks just like the uniform on the show.”

Milo’s smile got bigger. “Thanks.” He paused. “I know, uh...you said that Dana couldn't come today. Jeffrey and his group are probably already at lunch now. Do you wanna go eat together?” Did he just ask one of the cool kids to come sit at his lunch table?

\t“Yeah.” And did he just say yes? Yes! “Do you know what's in the area?”

\t“Yeah.” Possibilities had come up for The List, so Milo had some general idea. “If we head towards the front of the hotel and down the block, there's like, five places all together. We can decide from there...” Already, Arnie was walking out of the dealer's room with the weasel, and they continued to discuss lunch on the walk to the restaurants.

\tThe pair ended up settling on a restaurant not covered by The List, a place that sold gyros and falafel. They had just settled down, and Milo was just to the point of biting into a stuffed pita when his phone buzzed. He paused, took it out of his pocket, and then groaned.

\tArnie leaned in. “What's the matter?”

\tThe weasel slumped in his seat. “Jeffrey. He's my ride home. Was my ride home, I guess? He told me that his cousin's not driving me back, now.” The badger could get petty sometimes.

\tThe beagle looked concerned. “I...wow. I didn't mean to get you two fighting. You're always hanging out together at school. Sorry, Milo.”

\tMilo blinked, surprised. He never really thought that people noticed him at school very much, skinny, short, and spectacled. It felt sort of nice, actually. He pocketed his phone again. “This is...normal-ish for Jeffrey. He'll get over it quickly, though. Just...probably not today. I'm gonna have to text Mom and maybe leave early.” He slumped in his chair. “His cousin was gonna drive us back down tomorrow, though, so I might miss the rest of the con.” He sat back up. “But I'm not gonna let it get to me! I still have time to see some stuff, if we get back soon.” He lifted up his gyros and opened wide, taking a bite.

\tArnie fiddled with his falafel, glancing down at his plate. “Well, you know—“ A pause, and the beagle continued. “I'm with my aunt here, and we've got separate rooms in the hotel. So, you could—if you wanted, I mean—stay in my room. I'm sure she'd let me have you there.”

\tMilo nearly dropped his pita. That was even better than going home for the night and coming back. “Really? Are you sure?”

\tArnie grinned, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I’d like it if you did,” he admitted. “It's not really much fun hanging out at the con on my own, anyways. I wish I could've convinced more of my friends to come.”

\tMilo took a big bite of his food, then took his phone back out. “Then...yes. Gotta text my mom, though,” he mumbled around his mouthful. Moments later, Milo had permission and sent over a contact number, provided by Arnie, so his mother knew who to call in an emergency.

\tOn the way back from lunch, Arnie took the con schedule out of his bag and looked at it. “So, uh...once we get back, where do you wanna go?”

\tMilo slowed down. “I...uh. Well, I mean, I had a list...” He trailed off. He had The List, and every item on there, he'd run into Jeffrey. And most of those had been chosen for him, not by him. “...but maybe we can pick out some things together?”

\t“Yeah. That'd be awesome,” Arnie said.

\tThey began with the dealer’s room, picking up where Milo had caught up with Arnie. Thirty bucks later, Milo exited the hall with some new posters and comics.

\tArnie already had the schedule out and was looking through it. “Hey, one up your alley. There's a panel for sports anime. Maybe they'll talk about Basebawl!”

\tArnie crowded closer to Milo to show him, and the weasel shifted, surprised when the pup settled in, shoulder-to-shoulder. The contact felt kind of good, though. Milo grinned and crowded in closer, to make sure that Arnie could see the schedule. “Are you sure you wanna sit through it? I know not everyone's into sports anime. We could pick something else if you want.”

\t“It's cool with me. Besides, I think...” The dog eased away for a moment, peeked into the hall, and then nodded, waving at Milo. They took a seat in the back. “...yup, she's here,” he continued, lowering his voice; the panel was starting. “The lady two seats in? That's my aunt.”

\tMilo squinted. He couldn't quite read the little placard in front of her spot on the stage. And then he managed to work it out, and he gasped, looking back at Arnie. “She voices the main character!” he said. He gestured at his uniform. “At my character!”

\t“Yup.”

\t“That's—wait, that character's a boy.”

\tArnie grinned at Milo. “Lots of grown women voice boys, because their voices won't change on them. She explained it to me once.”

\tMilo had to cover his muzzle with a paw to keep his excited squealing from getting out. He got it under control, but still fidgeted on his seat, excited. “That's so cool. I've heard the same voice on lots of shows!”

\tArnie's tail wagged. “She'll be happy to hear that. That's why I was at the voice actors' panel. She was in that one, too.”

\tThe pair made it through a couple more panels during the day, huddling close in between each one to choose each new destination. As the afternoon came towards an end, Arnie peered over at Milo. “You gotta be roasting in that costume, huh? I feel hot in here, and I’ve got short sleeves.”

“Yeah, I need some water and a chance to cool down a little,” Milo admitted. So, they ducked out of the convention center and into the adjoining hotel, stopping long enough to get a duplicate room key for Milo.

\t

\tOnce in the room itself, Arnie cleared some things off the bed, scraps of cloth and a sewing kit. “Sorry, it's a mess from trying to get my costume together this morning,” the beagle said. “Let me just crank the A/C a little. Get comfortable!”

\t“Less of a mess than my room!” Milo sat on the edge of the bed, stooping down to remove his shoes and socks. After being on his feet all afternoon, it was a relief to get them off.

\t“Here, uh...might as well keep with the theme of the day. We can watch some anime while we cool down.” Arnie kicked off the sandals for his costume and flopped on the bed, belly down, and grabbed his laptop from where it was on the floor. “Let's find something I haven't seen that you like,” he said. “And then I'll do the same for you.” The dog's tail wagged. “You know—show me yours and I'll show you mine.”

\tMilo froze for a moment, mid-tug on his remaining sock. “Sure—wait, what?” That was a reminder of games he used to play with Jeffrey when they were younger, before puberty hit and the badger declared himself too mature for such things. The very thought made Milo's ears flush red.

\t“Oh, uh...right. Phrasing, sorry,” Arnie said, grinning somewhat sheepishly. He patted the spot on the bed beside him.

\tDown went Milo, stretching out beside Arnie, and soon they were embroiled in a sumo anime that the weasel liked. It was fun; while there were plenty of things that Milo and Jeffrey watched together, Milo could never interest the badger in sports anime. Arnie took an interest, which was refreshing.

\tAs they watched, they naturally shifted closer together, crowding around the laptop screen to ensure both could see well. Milo wasn't used to people sitting so close to him, but he found that he liked it. Arms brushed arms, legs nudged against legs, and soon the air conditioning was working its magic, cooling Milo off enough that he felt comfortable. And then a little cooler than even that; the air was enough that his bare feet and hands were starting to feel a little too chilled.

\tAs the credits for Milo's sumo show rolled, Arnie's foot bumped against Milo's and twitched away. “Dude, your feet are like ice!” he says.

\t“Sorry,” Milo murmured. He started to shift, ready to give Arnie some space.

\t“No, my bad. I turned the air up too much! Here.” Arnie rolled off the bed and went to the thermostat, adjusting it. “Hotel air conditioners always go from like, zero to icy way faster than I expect. It'll warm up soon.” He hopped back on the bed and resumed his position, even pressing his foot against Milo's again, and when Milo looked over at him, smiled slightly. “A little direct contact will warm them faster.”

\t“Oh. Uh, right.” It didn't feel bad—Arnie's foot was nice and warm still, so that was nice. “So, what do you have to watch?”

\t“Well, let's see...” He trailed off, shutting off the browser and opening up a video on his desktop. It started up and Milo blinked, immediately recognizing the characters, but not the opening sequence. “Wait, this is Baka Ninja Chronicle. I know this one.”

\tArnie grinned. “Sure, but...this is a preview of next season. They were showing it at another con and my aunt got a hold of it for me. Just fansubbed right now, though.”

\t“It's okay. I like it both ways.”

\t“Woah. Ha-ha! Nice.”

\tMilo's ears burned. “I meant—I mean, I was talking about the subs versus dubs. Sorry, phrasing.”

\tArnie grinned. “I was just kidding.” His foot tapped Milo's. “Sorry, didn't mean to make you all embarrassed.”

\t“It's fine, I just—oh, hey! Hiro's not wearing his usual outfit in this, he's wearing—”

\t“—exactly.” As in, exactly what Arnie had worn as a costume.

\tMilo grinned so much for the anime club’s expert opinion. “Jeffrey totally owes you an apology. I don't think he's seen this.”

\t

\tArnie shrugged, modestly. “I got a little too excited about the new season. I thought for sure people would recognize it, but...I guess I'm kind of a nerd about Baka Ninja.”

\t“Still,” Milo said. He glanced over at Arnie. He didn't think of the beagle as any sort of nerd. Being into things like skateboarding and music as well as anime just made him cooler, in the weasel's eyes.

\t“Well, I'm not gonna let it get to me. Check it out, this next scene's awesome.”

\tSo the two quieted down, settled even closer than during the sumo show. Soon, Arnie's toes began to move, their fuzzy tops rubbing against the smooth pads on the bottoms of Milo's feet, a sensation that almost tickled, though it didn't quite go that far. Milo wasn't sure if Arnie was even aware that he was doing it. He wiggled his toes. It was warming him up, though, and in more ways than one; Milo became aware that he was growing erect, stiff dick trapped between his hips and the bed. He lifted up, at least a little, then lowered himself, shimmying his hips in a little half-grind to try and adjust. That also felt good.

\tRight as he was shifting his hips a second time, Arnie shifted, wiggling his foot beneath the weasel's, letting Milo feel the warmth of the beagle's pads. And then, just as Milo was shifting his foot, exploring that new texture beneath his toes, down came the pup's other paw, trapping Milo's between. It came as a surprise, and Milo yelped.

\t“You okay?” asked Arnie.

\t“I just...I'm fine. Just someone pushing his feet at me.” Milo kept his tone light. “Don’t know who.”

\t“Just trying to keep you warm.” Arnie pushed his toes firmer against Milo's sole, making the weasel shiver. “Is it helping?”

\t“Yeahhh.” Milo exhaled in a sigh, then blinked, realizing how that must’ve sounded. “I mean, you know. You're warm.” He glanced over, and—wait, was Arnie grinding against the mattress?

\tThe dog glanced over, saw Milo staring, and then froze.

\tMilo shifted, embarrassed at getting caught looking over. He felt like he should explain. “I, uh—“

\t“Your clothes!” Arnie sat up and paused the video. “Geez, I forgot. You don't have a change of clothes, do you?”

\tThe weasel blinked. “Well, no. I was going to go home for the night originally,” he reminded Arnie.

\t“Aw, geez. Let me get you something to change into. I've got like, stuff for other costumes for tomorrow, but I brought some extra street clothes, in case this outfit didn't work out.” Arnie got up from the bed, turning away from the weasel. “Strip, and I'll get you a shirt and some pants.”

\tBemused, Arnie sat up and pulled off the jersey from his outfit. “I can just wear what I've got, it's okay.”

\tArnie shook his head. “Yeah, but with it so hot and sweaty down in the convention hall, it might get all rank if you wear it overnight, too. Don't worry. I got...here. T-shirt.” He tossed it on the bed, then came up with a pair of shorts—turning right as Milo pulled down his pants, to discover that his hardon from moments ago had the effect of working his (mostly softened) dick through the fly of his boxers.

\tBoth boys froze, surprised into inaction. Of course, Milo's dick, only just softened, began to rise again at the sudden attention on it. Milo's voice rose to an embarrassed squeak. “Ah...shit! I'm sorry.” He tried to back up and get himself back into his boxers—catching the corner of the bed with one leg and taking a tumble, likely to end up on the floor.

\tArnie sprang into action, though, getting up and catching the weasel's arm, making sure that the fall at least ended with the weasel on the mattress. “You okay?”

\t“Yes...no! I don't know.” Milo became aware that his dick was bobbing from his spill, and he had to reach down and stop it before he could start to wrestle himself back into his fly. “I'm sorry, I just—“

\t“—got a hardon. It's okay. It's cute.”

\t“What?”

\t“At least I'm not the only one that got...uh.” Arnie coughed. “Look, I didn't mean to get a peek, and...uh, fair's fair.” To Milo's surprise, Arnie dropped the pants for his costume, revealing a pair of black briefs with a very clear ridge stretching out the front. He hooked his thumbs in his briefs and tugged the waistband forward, not quite revealing what was beneath. “You want to see? No judgement, either way.”

\tMilo swallowed, afraid that answering yes would mean getting teased, and that saying no would be something he regretted. He did want to see! Worried that his voice might fail him, he settled for a brief, but emphatic nod.

\tArnie grinned. “Okay. Well...down they go.” He not only pulled those briefs downwards, but pushed them to his ankles, eventually kicking them off entirely, pink cock freed.

\tA few seconds later, Milo realized that he was staring without saying anything. He pulled his gaze away from the beagle's dick. “Oh, geez, you really showed it. How can you do that without getting all—“

\t“—embarrassed?” Arnie let out a little laugh. “I'm...well, here.” He reached for Milo's hand.

\tMilo froze. Was he going to be forced to feel Arnie's dick?

\tBut the dog guided Milo's hand higher, until his palmpad was pressed right over the dog's chest, and Milo could feel the dog's heart racing. “Total jitters about it,” Arnie said, though he still smiled. “Kind of a fake it 'till you make it thing. Gets me by, sometimes.” He let go of the weasel's hand. “There's something I wanna do, and I think maybe you'll be cool with me doing it. But maybe not?” The dog cleared his throat, then slowly sank down to his knees, tail wagging as he glanced up at Milo's face. He was close enough that Milo could feel the warmth of his breath over the front of his boxers. “You okay, so far?”

\t“Okay so far, yeah. Just...” He let out a quivery laugh. “Trying to fake it 'till I make it. Look, uh. Whatever you're gonna do, just go ahead. I'll be okay.”

\tArnie's posture changed, and Milo realized that the dog had been holding some tension in his shoulders, relaxing only once he was given the go-ahead. “Awesome,” Arnie murmured. Fingers reached out, and instead of fiddling with the weasel's fly, just pulled Milo's boxers down in front. He glanced up at Milo for a moment. “Dude, it's awesome,” he murmurs. “A skinny guy like you, with one this big? Dude, are all weasels this hot?”

\t“H-hot?” Milo's eyes widened. And big? He’d never really thought about how he might measure up against other boys.

\tArnie nodded. “Hot.” He turned his attention back to Milo's lap, leaning in closer. “For real, don't freak out. I promise, I'm just...I just wanna...” He trailed off.

\tMilo had a good idea of what Arnie might try doing. He hoped he was right!

\tHe wasn't left disappointed. The beagle's tongue slid out, a warm lap administered to the underside of Milo's dick, even as fingers curled around the root of that shaft. For a short time, licking was all Arnie did, tongue laving over that bared flesh until it gleamed. Only then did he open up and engulf Milo in his muzzle, taking a short pause to just worship the broad crown of the weasel's cock with lips and tongue and suction, before he slid further down, sheathing that length in wet warmth.

\tMilo swallowed. “Oh shit...you're...you're...” He couldn't quite say it; he was already blushing too much. The room suddenly felt too warm again. It felt good, having Arnie sucking on him, making him throb. The weasel reached up with shaky fingers and stroked over the soft, short fur on one of the beagle's floppy ears. Up until now, Milo thought that his hand was the best thing he could feel on his dick, but his hand was making way to second place with every bob of the dog's head.

\tIt was great—at least, until Arnie stopped, pulling off with a slurp. A strand of saliva stretched from the dog's lower lip to Milo's cock, until Arnie sat further back on his heels. “Still okay?”

\tMilo nodded right away. “Yeah, it...a-are we done?” His voice was quivering with arousal and nervousness. Had he done something wrong?

\tArnie shook his head. “Naw, I just...well, thought you might want to try something else?”

\tSomething else? After the best feeling ever? “What's the something else?”

\tArnie's eyes lowered away from Milo's face. “It's, uh.” He paused. Was he actually being shy about something? The dog took a deep breath, then stood up, hardon bobbing when he moved, a strand of shimmering precum drooling down from his tip. And then, it was out of sight, as Arnie bent over the bed, tail in the air and wagging, putting his butt front and center.

\tMilo squeaked. “You mean...you want me to put it in your butt?”

\tArnie peeked over his shoulder at Milo. “If you want to. Otherwise, I'll finish you off with my muzzle. Just...I'd like it. A lot.” He paused. “There's a little bottle in the front pocket of my bag. You'll need it, if you wanna try it.”

\tMilo fidgeted, hesitant to take the plunge. This wasn't something he'd expected to do at all today—or anytime soon, really—but he liked Arnie, and it was exciting to have someone he liked interested in him this way. Up he went, and he retrieved the bottle, filled with clear fluid, before he lost his nerve. “Where'd you get this?” he asked. Why did he even have it? Did he do this sort of thing a lot?

\t“Uh. Shoplifted it,” Arnie admitted. “You put it on your—“

\t“—dick, I get it.” Milo popped the cap and drizzled some of the fluid on his dick, his arousal beating out any need to ask further questions. “Ah, cold! Dang!”

\tArnie let out a little laugh. “Sorry. I shoulda warned you. Here.” He reached back, and with a few deliciously pleasurable pumps of one paw, slicked Milo's dick up to a shine. “Now, step forward...”

\tMilo followed the dog's guidance, and was soon nestled against that furless ring of muscle under Arnie's tail, a spot of pink among the beagle's black, white, and tan fur. “I just push, right?” He started to put some pressure on that spot.

\t“Yes...wait, no! No, go slow. Don't just shove in, okay? Just...push nice and easy, right? Nice and—oh, man.” Arnie let out a little whimper. “Yeah, you got it, just like that.”

\tMilo sure did get it. He watched as Arnie's hole opened up for him, spreading around and then engulfing the head of his penis, then an inch. With more slow and steady pressure, he worked forward into Arnie, feeling that hole squeeze around him. His hand fell to third best-feeling thing, as the weasel discovered that he liked being under Arnie's wagging tail.

\tWhen Milo's hips bumped his ass, Arnie said, voice quivery, “Yeah, you're...juuust right, Milo. Now, just...back and forth, you know?”

\tMilo swallowed. “Right. Back and foorthfuck!” His voice rose, matching Arnie's in pitch. It felt good, moving his dick back and forth in that snug butt. This wasn't something he wanted to be a one-time thing! He started to rock his hips, faster...faster...and slipped out. “Shit!”

\tArnie let out a little laugh. “It's cool. Happens. Here.” He reached back, helped the weasel to aim again, and this time, pushed back to meet the weasel's push forward, resuming their eager humping.

\t

\tMilo wasn't sure, exactly, where to hold on, but eventually he settled his hands on the beagle's hips, and the room filled with the sounds of the two boys fucking: little moans, whimpers, grunts, and growls, punctuated by the occasional thwap of Arnie's wagging tail against Milo's body.

\tAfter a minute or two, Arnie reached under himself, and Milo realized the dog was jerking off. “Faster, please,” he urged the weasel, and as Milo obliged, he whined. “Faster...oh!”

\tMilo felt the dog's hole start to clench around him, hard, and with the noises that Arnie was making, the weasel realized that his new friend was likely getting off right at that moment. And he helped! That rush of excitement, plus a few more eager thrusts, sent him over the edge, too, and he froze, so sensitive that it almost hurt to move anymore. His cock twitched, pumping a few squirts of his cum into Arnie. He tried to say something, but all that he really managed was a very squeaky moan.

\tAnd then, Arnie slumped on the bed, panting, one cheek resting on the mattress. “Oh. Oh, that's just...gimme a minute.” He let out a little pleasure-drunk, tongue lolling out of his muzzle.

\tMilo started to tug back, wincing a bit at the friction on his now-sensitive dick, but tugged out, treated to the sight of some of his cum dripping down from Arnie's hole. He shivered at the sight, then moved over, flopping on the bed, on his back, penis resting, half-softened, on one fuzzy thigh, glistening with lube and streaks of cum. He'd just had sex! And he did it with a boy! And he liked it a lot. “No...no fair.”

\t“What?” Arnie peeked over, eyes still fogged with pleasure.

\t“You showed me some anime I hadn't seen and showed me that. I don't have anything I can do to match that. I think I owe you.”

\tArnie grinned. “Well...if you want, you can try doing it the other way next time.”

\t“Next time?”

\t“Next time. Probably later. I gotta recharge for...uh, a minute, at least.” He laughed.

\t“Should we...get dressed? Go back down to the convention?”

\tArnie sat up, still pantsless. “Nah. A lot of the panels after six are for eighteen and up only. Yaoi manga panels and stuff.”

\t“Oh.” Despite the fact that he'd just fucked Arnie, the mention of the boy-on-boy comics had Milo blushing all over again.

\t“Buuut...they can't stop us from looking at dirty comics in here.” Arnie's grin turned impish. “I have some downloaded—wanna to see? Maybe they can give us some ideas for that next time.”

\tThat grabbed Milo's attention. He slide next to Arnie and bumped his bare hip against the beagle's. “I definitely need to see them, then.”

\tArnie laughed. “Knew that'd get you. C'mon, I bet we'll find something fun to do.”

\tTen minutes later, they had their own list of things to try, composed together, and the room began to fill with happy whimpers and moans again—at least, until Milo got Arnie to make that tongue-lolling, happy-dog expression again. And sure, he didn't really look like one of the cool kids then, but even if he had, Milo thought that he and Arnie fit together very well.

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