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The sound of the engines doesn’t mesh well, even with industrial strength ear-plugs blocking out much of the noise.\n\n“My apologies, I couldn’t help but notice the difference…” The woman reaches up to touch her ears, white and finely pointed.\n\n“I understand, he does too, it’s just all day we’ve been getting harassed.” Joey waves the woman away, shifting to the stolen pillow and crossing his arms. “Sir, you have your own,” he argues, tugging on the exposed corner.\n\nElliot lifts away and folds his ears around to serve as a pillow, grumbling, “How long until we land?”\n\n“Four hours,” Joey replies, shifting in his seat to face the man as he rests on the poorly padded pillow. “Sir?” he whispers, running a finger along the smooth black fabric of his guardian’s pants.\n\n“What?” Elliot’s eyes peer through slotted lids, gradually opening a mite further as the finger becomes a whole host grasping his crotch. “Now?” he replies, looking around the cabin. There’s only a few people around, none of whom are in the same row. Travelling on the holidays not only sparing them cost but gaining privacy for the pair.\nA smile on his face as he leans forward to kiss the man, Joey’s pulls down the zipper and slips his paw inside. “I’m horny sir.” His tail slips out from underneath the blanket and raises, wagging into the aisle.\n\n“Put your tail down and sit properly,” Elliot instructs and squares up in his chair, turning on a movie with subtitles. The armrest between them is already up and the blankets conceal everything else. Feigning an interest in the film Joey closes some of the space between them, using the inconspicuous wriggling to pull his pants down below his ass. “Joey, not now,” he says, holding an arm around the cub’s waist and stroking his side.\n\n“It’s been two weeks sir, I need it,” Joey groans, still kneading into the underwear. Unable to help against stimulation the bulge solidifies under his gentle rubs, trying earnestly to get some action.\n\nThe attendant strutting up the aisle towards them provides good measure for him to pull the paw free and reply, “Cut it.”\n\nJoey begrudgingly ends his attempts and turns around sleepily, resting on his reclaimed pillow. The Persian feline drawing closer stops beside the boy, breasts at eye level as she asks, “Would either of you like a drink?”\n\n“No thank you,” Elliot answers through a yawn, wiping a few tired tears away and turning the screen off. He taps his accomplice on the shoulder, who simply shakes his head and grumbles incoherently. “He’ll be fine too, just a long day of flying,” Elliot explains, offering the cub a pat on the head as he ruffles the short black fur.\n\nTurned away Joey’s tail sits across the man’s lap, leaving himself completely free to be played with idly as his bottom layers remain lowered. “That feels nice…” he sighs, the warmth of Elliot’s fingers as they tentatively massage his flesh making him shiver. Joey offers a wiggle of his exposed rump before the check patterned underpants are pulled up followed by his jeans. He glances over his shoulder and smiles. Still protected by the blankets he reaches back and holds the man’s hand lightly and asks, “Will you wake me up for the landing?” \n\nNo matter how many times he’s checked for prying eyes and found none, Elliot checks again before leaning in closely and providing a soft nip on the ear. “Alright honey,” he whispers. \n\nUsually heard only spoken between his parents a smile flashes across the boy’s face, delighted by the man’s ever-growing tenderness for him. “Thank you, sir,” Joey replies, bringing his right hand up to aid the pillow’s padding.\nThe flight persists and Elliot struggles to keep his eyes open, not so much tired as bored from the journey. Tucked in the seat-back before him rests a leather-bound notebook, filled with names, phone numbers, and addresses of potential business partners. Towards the back on unlined pages are roughly sketched out designs, each page tagged with a corresponding set of initials from the front. He taps the book to his forehead and looks over his sleeping assistant with a smile.\n\nNearing their destination at last and coming to a steady descent Elliot prods the boy through his white shirt. “Get up, almost there.” Joey springs to life and unclicks the belt buckle, foiled by the blanket shared across them and a warning, “We’re landing. Belts on.”\n\n“Man,” Joey groans and snaps the belt together, throwing the blanket off his side and perking up to see out the window. “You should’ve woken me up before they put the sign on,” he complains.\n\n“You said when we were landing, I didn’t know you wanted to move seats,” Elliot argues. He starts to fold up the blankets and places them on his lap, digging his claws into the cheap fabric fearfully as the pressure increases tenfold in his ears. The plane bounces as it hits the tarmac before smoothing out to a bumpy roll, turning around three times to taxi back to the gate.\n\n“Thank you for flying with us, please pick your luggage up from carousel two, and enjoy the rest of your day,” the announcement plays from the screens which black out a second after the final syllable.\n\n“I’ll grab our stuff, you grab a taxi, 3134 Istern Street,” Elliot instructs, the pair hurrying through the sterile, almost abandoned terminal to beat the few other passengers. One backpack slung over each shoulder and another four from the carousel, Elliot hauls them out to the lone cab his assistant had secured to the chagrin of other passengers. The trunk clicks open and he loads their suitcases in carefully, minimizing the amount of empty space to prevent shifting over the drive ahead. “Thank you,” he speaks kindly to the driver, cocking his head to the side in contemplation. “I think you picked me up last time I was here,” he adds with a laugh, recognizing the odd splotchy fur markings around the driver’s face.\n\nThe man looks over his shoulder laughing and nodding, his brown fur swaying a tiny bit. “You said I should work for you,” he replies.\n\n“You’ll fit right in,” Elliot laughs and sets back in his seat, shaking his head at the coincidence. “Let’s not get lost this time, okay?”\n\n“Istern, Eastern, very different streets.”\n\n“Yeah, blame the accent.” The two men continue laughing and chatting throughout the twenty-minute journey, Joey quietly listening to their banter in admiration. “Do you take a card yet?” Elliot asks, already producing a single hundred-dollar bill and passing it between the two front seats.\n\n“We installed them this past year,” the man replies, offering the system before he notices the money waving side-to-side.\n\n“Don’t worry about the change,” Elliot comments, the total already sitting at $81 after being charged for the idle time Joey was reserving it. “There’s a bunch of female beavers if you want the job,” he remarks once more, closing the door and starting to unpack.\n\n“Bring your company here and I’ll think about it.”\n\n“That’s what I’m here for, I’m trying to get set up!” Elliot stands to the side and waves off the driver, laughing and smiling until the man is halfway up the street. His expression shifts dramatically to one of exhaustion as he turns his attention to Joey. “Finally.”\n\nThe front door swings open and reveals an orange fox, a grin that spans his entire face plastered on as he barrels down the driveway and thrusts himself around the rabbit. “Uncle Elliot!” he shouts excitedly, squeezing the man tightly as he receives a light hug in turn.\n\nJoey’s nose twitches for a moment before he too is dragged into an embrace, freezing and widening his eyes as he looks for assistance. “H-hello,” he stammers nervously, arms glued to his waist.\n\n“Hi Joey,” Everette replies abruptly, still grinning. The two boys stand around the same height, only a few months between them in age. “Elliot told me aaaaaaaaall about you and how you’re why he’s getting to see us this year!” he announces.\n\n“I am?” Joey asks, turning to Elliot who starts to walk briskly away, lugging two bags behind him.\n\nTwo suitcases remaining Everette takes up one and starts to dawdle back to the house, looking over his shoulder at the other boy. “Come on, you probably want some food instead of the airline crap uncle complains about,” he encourages.\n\nStill taken aback by the string of awkward encounters since landing, Joey walks slowly towards the white two-story house. “Sir, why don’t you have a house this big or nice?” Joey remarks as soon as they make it inside, remembering the first time he set eyes on Elliot’s home.\n\nA chuckle escapes the two teenagers as Everette adds, “I’ve told him I’m not visiting until it’s less like a morgue.”\n\nElliot ignores their teasing, busy focusing on the delicate process ahead of him as he carefully lays one of the suitcases down and opens it. Inside and protected with layers of bubble-wrap are boxed electronics, the gifts intended for his nephew. “Go grab your dad,” he instructs, removing each console and piece of hardware individually.\n\n“Yes sir,” Everette replies, slinking away upstairs and into the nerd sanctuary where three computers reside. “Elliot’s here.” He leans against the doorway, nervously staring at the ground. There’s no response due to the sound of gunfire playing through the headphones propped atop the feline’s head. Everette carefully walks into sight to avoid startling his father and repeats, “He’s here.”\n\n“You should’ve said so!” Oliver exits out of the game and slams his headphones down, rushing past his son and downstairs. He freezes at the sight of Joey and looks around suspiciously, met with a hand creeping over his shoulder intentionally startling him. “Why the hell did you bring a kid?” Oliver mutters through clenched teeth, robotically turning to look where the hand had come from.\n\n“I told you I was bringing my assistant,” Elliot answers and moves in to embrace his friend from behind, propping his head on the feline’s shoulder.\n\nOliver swallows uncomfortably and forces a smile, extending a hand to the other guest. “Hi.” The two shake hands awkwardly, Joey’s eyes darting between the adults. “If there’s anything you want, just make yourself at home.”\n\n“Mm.” Joey nods and starts to look at the carpeted floor, eyelids drooping as the excitement wanes and tiredness takes over. “A bed would be nice.”\n\n“I’ll show you.” Everette grabs his fellow canine by the arm and leads him out of the living room. Up the stairs and immediately across is an open door, a disheveled set of sheets and blankets covering the bed. “Sorry, I didn’t make it,” he explains, throwing back the covers.\n\nExamining the room around him Joey soon recognizes it as the site of the home movies, the biggest give-away the light blue feature wall behind the bedhead. “Thanks.” He flinches as Everette touches his shoulder, walking closer to the bed and laying atop the creamy white sheets.\n\n“I’ll try not to wake you up when I get in bed later.” Everette closes the door gently and spins around, bounding downstairs eagerly.\n\n“Oh…” Joey contemplates what the boy had said, scratching his head. Having thought he’d be sharing with Elliot, he sighs and draws the blankets up to his neck.\n\nElliot unloads the boxes from his suitcase and counts, “One, two, three… all there.” Nine presents are arranged in a line on the floor.\n\n“You spoil him,” Oliver comments, delicately prodding the newest graphics card with his foot.\n\n“Because he loves me!” Everette returns from his quick trip, kneeling and thrusting a hug upon the rabbit.\n\nPlanting a small kiss on the cub’s forehead Elliot wraps an arm around his nephew. “I felt bad for missing last Christmas, this birthday and… well some are for yesterday.” He ponders for a moment and realizes the error. “Today? Shit, Merry Christmas. Time zones suck,” he continues. \n\n“At least you’re here this time,” Everette replies, happily nosing under the man’s chin.\n\nElliot shrugs the fox off and lays a second suitcase out, retrieving a neatly wrapped present from within. “And this one’s for you Ollie.” He stands and extends it to his friend who sighs before accepting it.\n\n“You don’t need to get me things,” Oliver says, using a single claw to slash through the tape and reveal the contents. “You wrap mine but not his?” he laughs, kicking the same package.\n\n“Wrapped it before remembering you shouldn’t.”\n\n“Can I give Elliot his present now?” Everette turns back to his father after admiring the gifts, his bushy orange tail sweeping over the boxes, still propped on his knees. 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Curled in the fetal position and his circular spectacles crooked on his face, Elliot removes them and sets them out of harm’s way. Everette retreating to bed much earlier than expected, spooning the other occupant and draping his left arm around him.\n\nJoey stirs and wipes his eyes, outside it’s still dark however the knot in his stomach tells him otherwise. Replacing himself with the pillow to avoid disturbing the fox as he slides out of bed Joey creeps down the stairs into the living room. The time shows 3am however back home it’d be closer to 10. He follows the light towards the rumpus room, jumping upon noticing Elliot in the kitchen. “Sir?”\n\nElliot brings a finger to his mouth before pointing at the sofa where his friend has passed out. “Can’t sleep?”\n\n“Yeah… stomach hurts,” he explains. Having slept through dinner he takes a seat on the stool beside his boss and adds, “I’d like something to eat.”\n\nReaching an arm around the canine’s shoulder and placing a kiss on his forehead Elliot replies, “We had some pasta, do you want me to heat it up?”\n\nJoey shrugs and instead rests his head against the thumping chest, eyes drifting back to closing before he startles awake. “I love you, sir,” he mumbles, growing content to sleep until his stomach growls once more.\n\n“I love you too,” Elliot says, bringing a paw to caress his partner’s head and ruffling the fur.\n\n“It was weird sharing a bed with Everette…” Joey remarks, tightening his grip around the man’s waist.\n\n“Sorry about that.” A smile flashes across Elliot’s face before it is replaced with a somber expression. “The day he was adopted I was visiting for the first time since setting up the business, so I threw $200 at him when Oliver said it was his birthday.”\n\n“I didn’t mean it like that… just in general,” he clarifies. “Someone else holding me was weird.”\n\n“Oh.” Elliot cocks his head to the side and quirks his eyebrows. “Evan likes to be close to people… not just in that way either,” he explains. “He said from about six or seven until he was adopted, he was in a bunch of different foster care places. He didn’t fit in after what his parents did. Then he just… was for adoption. Nobody wanted him because he was too old to imprint on as a parent.” Elliot sighs and idly scratches behind Joey’s ears, the cub letting out a soft snore and nosing into his groin.\n\n“Would you adopt me?” the boy chuckles and raises his head from the rabbit’s crotch, tapping the growing bulge.\n“Doubt it. I have a hard enough time keeping you satisfied as it is,” Elliot replies and tilts his partners chin up, leaning down and kissing the soft lips.\n\nJoey gulps and unclips the top of the black pants, drawing the zipper down carefully. “Mmn, this is all I want though,” he comments, fishing the length of meat out of the underwear and sucking the pre-cum dripping end.\n\nElliot shifts on the stool and glances at the couch nervously before he takes his balls out, immediately being assaulted and suckled on. “J-Joey back up here,” he instructs, already throbbing and oozing like a tap.\n\nObediently returning his maw to the musky end, Joey moans excitedly sending vibrations through the hefty shaft. He slobbers all over the underside, coating as much as possible with saliva before using it as lubricant to jerk the man off. Stepping off the stool and pulling down the back of his pants, Joey turns around and bends over the seat invitingly. 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Elliot turns his head sleepily, eyes fixing in a glare at the feline’s narrow blue features. Joey claps a paw over the man’s mouth and explains, “He’s looking after me.” He retracts his paw, looking disgusted at the pool of spit.

“I’ve been dealing with your lot and security all day. Is there no communi—” Elliot is cut off by a jab in the rib.

“I’m sorry, he’s just tired. We almost missed our flight thanks to security,” Joey interrupts. Shifting his attention to the cub, Elliot takes the pillow from his lap and rests his head on it. The sound of the engines doesn’t mesh well, even with industrial strength ear-plugs blocking out much of the noise.

“My apologies, I couldn’t help but notice the difference…” The woman reaches up to touch her ears, white and finely pointed.

“I understand, he does too, it’s just all day we’ve been getting harassed.” Joey waves the woman away, shifting to the stolen pillow and crossing his arms. “Sir, you have your own,” he argues, tugging on the exposed corner.

Elliot lifts away and folds his ears around to serve as a pillow, grumbling, “How long until we land?”

“Four hours,” Joey replies, shifting in his seat to face the man as he rests on the poorly padded pillow. “Sir?” he whispers, running a finger along the smooth black fabric of his guardian’s pants.

“What?” Elliot’s eyes peer through slotted lids, gradually opening a mite further as the finger becomes a whole host grasping his crotch. “Now?” he replies, looking around the cabin. There’s only a few people around, none of whom are in the same row. Travelling on the holidays not only sparing them cost but gaining privacy for the pair.
A smile on his face as he leans forward to kiss the man, Joey’s pulls down the zipper and slips his paw inside. “I’m horny sir.” His tail slips out from underneath the blanket and raises, wagging into the aisle.

“Put your tail down and sit properly,” Elliot instructs and squares up in his chair, turning on a movie with subtitles. The armrest between them is already up and the blankets conceal everything else. Feigning an interest in the film Joey closes some of the space between them, using the inconspicuous wriggling to pull his pants down below his ass. “Joey, not now,” he says, holding an arm around the cub’s waist and stroking his side.

“It’s been two weeks sir, I need it,” Joey groans, still kneading into the underwear. Unable to help against stimulation the bulge solidifies under his gentle rubs, trying earnestly to get some action.

The attendant strutting up the aisle towards them provides good measure for him to pull the paw free and reply, “Cut it.”

Joey begrudgingly ends his attempts and turns around sleepily, resting on his reclaimed pillow. The Persian feline drawing closer stops beside the boy, breasts at eye level as she asks, “Would either of you like a drink?”

“No thank you,” Elliot answers through a yawn, wiping a few tired tears away and turning the screen off. He taps his accomplice on the shoulder, who simply shakes his head and grumbles incoherently. “He’ll be fine too, just a long day of flying,” Elliot explains, offering the cub a pat on the head as he ruffles the short black fur.

Turned away Joey’s tail sits across the man’s lap, leaving himself completely free to be played with idly as his bottom layers remain lowered. “That feels nice…” he sighs, the warmth of Elliot’s fingers as they tentatively massage his flesh making him shiver. Joey offers a wiggle of his exposed rump before the check patterned underpants are pulled up followed by his jeans. He glances over his shoulder and smiles. Still protected by the blankets he reaches back and holds the man’s hand lightly and asks, “Will you wake me up for the landing?”

No matter how many times he’s checked for prying eyes and found none, Elliot checks again before leaning in closely and providing a soft nip on the ear. “Alright honey,” he whispers.

Usually heard only spoken between his parents a smile flashes across the boy’s face, delighted by the man’s ever-growing tenderness for him. “Thank you, sir,” Joey replies, bringing his right hand up to aid the pillow’s padding.
The flight persists and Elliot struggles to keep his eyes open, not so much tired as bored from the journey. Tucked in the seat-back before him rests a leather-bound notebook, filled with names, phone numbers, and addresses of potential business partners. Towards the back on unlined pages are roughly sketched out designs, each page tagged with a corresponding set of initials from the front. He taps the book to his forehead and looks over his sleeping assistant with a smile.

Nearing their destination at last and coming to a steady descent Elliot prods the boy through his white shirt. “Get up, almost there.” Joey springs to life and unclicks the belt buckle, foiled by the blanket shared across them and a warning, “We’re landing. Belts on.”

“Man,” Joey groans and snaps the belt together, throwing the blanket off his side and perking up to see out the window. “You should’ve woken me up before they put the sign on,” he complains.

“You said when we were landing, I didn’t know you wanted to move seats,” Elliot argues. He starts to fold up the blankets and places them on his lap, digging his claws into the cheap fabric fearfully as the pressure increases tenfold in his ears. The plane bounces as it hits the tarmac before smoothing out to a bumpy roll, turning around three times to taxi back to the gate.

“Thank you for flying with us, please pick your luggage up from carousel two, and enjoy the rest of your day,” the announcement plays from the screens which black out a second after the final syllable.

“I’ll grab our stuff, you grab a taxi, 3134 Istern Street,” Elliot instructs, the pair hurrying through the sterile, almost abandoned terminal to beat the few other passengers. One backpack slung over each shoulder and another four from the carousel, Elliot hauls them out to the lone cab his assistant had secured to the chagrin of other passengers. The trunk clicks open and he loads their suitcases in carefully, minimizing the amount of empty space to prevent shifting over the drive ahead. “Thank you,” he speaks kindly to the driver, cocking his head to the side in contemplation. “I think you picked me up last time I was here,” he adds with a laugh, recognizing the odd splotchy fur markings around the driver’s face.

The man looks over his shoulder laughing and nodding, his brown fur swaying a tiny bit. “You said I should work for you,” he replies.

“You’ll fit right in,” Elliot laughs and sets back in his seat, shaking his head at the coincidence. “Let’s not get lost this time, okay?”

“Istern, Eastern, very different streets.”

“Yeah, blame the accent.” The two men continue laughing and chatting throughout the twenty-minute journey, Joey quietly listening to their banter in admiration. “Do you take a card yet?” Elliot asks, already producing a single hundred-dollar bill and passing it between the two front seats.

“We installed them this past year,” the man replies, offering the system before he notices the money waving side-to-side.

“Don’t worry about the change,” Elliot comments, the total already sitting at $81 after being charged for the idle time Joey was reserving it. “There’s a bunch of female beavers if you want the job,” he remarks once more, closing the door and starting to unpack.

“Bring your company here and I’ll think about it.”

“That’s what I’m here for, I’m trying to get set up!” Elliot stands to the side and waves off the driver, laughing and smiling until the man is halfway up the street. His expression shifts dramatically to one of exhaustion as he turns his attention to Joey. “Finally.”

The front door swings open and reveals an orange fox, a grin that spans his entire face plastered on as he barrels down the driveway and thrusts himself around the rabbit. “Uncle Elliot!” he shouts excitedly, squeezing the man tightly as he receives a light hug in turn.

Joey’s nose twitches for a moment before he too is dragged into an embrace, freezing and widening his eyes as he looks for assistance. “H-hello,” he stammers nervously, arms glued to his waist.

“Hi Joey,” Everette replies abruptly, still grinning. The two boys stand around the same height, only a few months between them in age. “Elliot told me aaaaaaaaall about you and how you’re why he’s getting to see us this year!” he announces.

“I am?” Joey asks, turning to Elliot who starts to walk briskly away, lugging two bags behind him.

Two suitcases remaining Everette takes up one and starts to dawdle back to the house, looking over his shoulder at the other boy. “Come on, you probably want some food instead of the airline crap uncle complains about,” he encourages.

Still taken aback by the string of awkward encounters since landing, Joey walks slowly towards the white two-story house. “Sir, why don’t you have a house this big or nice?” Joey remarks as soon as they make it inside, remembering the first time he set eyes on Elliot’s home.

A chuckle escapes the two teenagers as Everette adds, “I’ve told him I’m not visiting until it’s less like a morgue.”

Elliot ignores their teasing, busy focusing on the delicate process ahead of him as he carefully lays one of the suitcases down and opens it. Inside and protected with layers of bubble-wrap are boxed electronics, the gifts intended for his nephew. “Go grab your dad,” he instructs, removing each console and piece of hardware individually.

“Yes sir,” Everette replies, slinking away upstairs and into the nerd sanctuary where three computers reside. “Elliot’s here.” He leans against the doorway, nervously staring at the ground. There’s no response due to the sound of gunfire playing through the headphones propped atop the feline’s head. Everette carefully walks into sight to avoid startling his father and repeats, “He’s here.”

“You should’ve said so!” Oliver exits out of the game and slams his headphones down, rushing past his son and downstairs. He freezes at the sight of Joey and looks around suspiciously, met with a hand creeping over his shoulder intentionally startling him. “Why the hell did you bring a kid?” Oliver mutters through clenched teeth, robotically turning to look where the hand had come from.

“I told you I was bringing my assistant,” Elliot answers and moves in to embrace his friend from behind, propping his head on the feline’s shoulder.

Oliver swallows uncomfortably and forces a smile, extending a hand to the other guest. “Hi.” The two shake hands awkwardly, Joey’s eyes darting between the adults. “If there’s anything you want, just make yourself at home.”

“Mm.” Joey nods and starts to look at the carpeted floor, eyelids drooping as the excitement wanes and tiredness takes over. “A bed would be nice.”

“I’ll show you.” Everette grabs his fellow canine by the arm and leads him out of the living room. Up the stairs and immediately across is an open door, a disheveled set of sheets and blankets covering the bed. “Sorry, I didn’t make it,” he explains, throwing back the covers.

Examining the room around him Joey soon recognizes it as the site of the home movies, the biggest give-away the light blue feature wall behind the bedhead. “Thanks.” He flinches as Everette touches his shoulder, walking closer to the bed and laying atop the creamy white sheets.

“I’ll try not to wake you up when I get in bed later.” Everette closes the door gently and spins around, bounding downstairs eagerly.

“Oh…” Joey contemplates what the boy had said, scratching his head. Having thought he’d be sharing with Elliot, he sighs and draws the blankets up to his neck.

Elliot unloads the boxes from his suitcase and counts, “One, two, three… all there.” Nine presents are arranged in a line on the floor.

“You spoil him,” Oliver comments, delicately prodding the newest graphics card with his foot.

“Because he loves me!” Everette returns from his quick trip, kneeling and thrusting a hug upon the rabbit.

Planting a small kiss on the cub’s forehead Elliot wraps an arm around his nephew. “I felt bad for missing last Christmas, this birthday and… well some are for yesterday.” He ponders for a moment and realizes the error. “Today? Shit, Merry Christmas. Time zones suck,” he continues.

“At least you’re here this time,” Everette replies, happily nosing under the man’s chin.

Elliot shrugs the fox off and lays a second suitcase out, retrieving a neatly wrapped present from within. “And this one’s for you Ollie.” He stands and extends it to his friend who sighs before accepting it.

“You don’t need to get me things,” Oliver says, using a single claw to slash through the tape and reveal the contents. “You wrap mine but not his?” he laughs, kicking the same package.

“Wrapped it before remembering you shouldn’t.”

“Can I give Elliot his present now?” Everette turns back to his father after admiring the gifts, his bushy orange tail sweeping over the boxes, still propped on his knees. Positioned at just the right height Elliot undoes his pants and approaches his nephew. “We got you a proper present this year uncle,” he chuckles and clambers to his feet, standing at shoulder height. “I’ll do it later if you want though!” Everette eagerly proposes, sinking his hands down the rabbit’s pants and groping the ever-present bulge.

“That’s actually a relief,” Elliot replies, closing his trousers and dragging his fingers through the messy blonde hair. “Where’s this present?”

Oliver trots to the tree in the corner and plucks a gift-bag from beneath the branches. “Just some clothes and a few other things, nothing big,” he hesitates, a little ashamed by comparison to the gifts they received.

“You know I don’t care,” Elliot laughs and hugs his host. “I can buy whatever I want, it’s honestly the thought.” The men spend hours catching up on lost time, watching movies and eating dinner, until the wee hours of the morning when Oliver falls asleep beside him on the sofa. Curled in the fetal position and his circular spectacles crooked on his face, Elliot removes them and sets them out of harm’s way. Everette retreating to bed much earlier than expected, spooning the other occupant and draping his left arm around him.

Joey stirs and wipes his eyes, outside it’s still dark however the knot in his stomach tells him otherwise. Replacing himself with the pillow to avoid disturbing the fox as he slides out of bed Joey creeps down the stairs into the living room. The time shows 3am however back home it’d be closer to 10. He follows the light towards the rumpus room, jumping upon noticing Elliot in the kitchen. “Sir?”

Elliot brings a finger to his mouth before pointing at the sofa where his friend has passed out. “Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah… stomach hurts,” he explains. Having slept through dinner he takes a seat on the stool beside his boss and adds, “I’d like something to eat.”

Reaching an arm around the canine’s shoulder and placing a kiss on his forehead Elliot replies, “We had some pasta, do you want me to heat it up?”

Joey shrugs and instead rests his head against the thumping chest, eyes drifting back to closing before he startles awake. “I love you, sir,” he mumbles, growing content to sleep until his stomach growls once more.

“I love you too,” Elliot says, bringing a paw to caress his partner’s head and ruffling the fur.

“It was weird sharing a bed with Everette…” Joey remarks, tightening his grip around the man’s waist.

“Sorry about that.” A smile flashes across Elliot’s face before it is replaced with a somber expression. “The day he was adopted I was visiting for the first time since setting up the business, so I threw $200 at him when Oliver said it was his birthday.”

“I didn’t mean it like that… just in general,” he clarifies. “Someone else holding me was weird.”

“Oh.” Elliot cocks his head to the side and quirks his eyebrows. “Evan likes to be close to people… not just in that way either,” he explains. “He said from about six or seven until he was adopted, he was in a bunch of different foster care places. He didn’t fit in after what his parents did. Then he just… was for adoption. Nobody wanted him because he was too old to imprint on as a parent.” Elliot sighs and idly scratches behind Joey’s ears, the cub letting out a soft snore and nosing into his groin.

“Would you adopt me?” the boy chuckles and raises his head from the rabbit’s crotch, tapping the growing bulge.
“Doubt it. I have a hard enough time keeping you satisfied as it is,” Elliot replies and tilts his partners chin up, leaning down and kissing the soft lips.

Joey gulps and unclips the top of the black pants, drawing the zipper down carefully. “Mmn, this is all I want though,” he comments, fishing the length of meat out of the underwear and sucking the pre-cum dripping end.

Elliot shifts on the stool and glances at the couch nervously before he takes his balls out, immediately being assaulted and suckled on. “J-Joey back up here,” he instructs, already throbbing and oozing like a tap.

Obediently returning his maw to the musky end, Joey moans excitedly sending vibrations through the hefty shaft. He slobbers all over the underside, coating as much as possible with saliva before using it as lubricant to jerk the man off. Stepping off the stool and pulling down the back of his pants, Joey turns around and bends over the seat invitingly. He reaches behind and spreads his plump cheeks apart, exposing the delicate and pink hole. Elliot contemplates for a moment, smearing his tip all over the entrance but reconsiders, walking to the other end and prodding the boy’s mouth. “I’m close already, lets save that for later.”

“Yes sir.” Joey resumes sucking the head. Unable to fit much else in the awkward position he slips off the stool and onto his knees, jamming the cock as far back into his throat as he can.

Letting out quiet but impassioned moans Elliot thrusts into the cub’s mouth, legs shaking as he eventually comes to orgasm. “There you go sweetheart, drink it.” Weeks of built-up frustration leading to a torrent of cum being planted directly down Joey’s throat and more filling his mouth to bursting as he gags on the sheer volume. He does his best to swallow it all, some of it dripping down his chin and from the edges of his mouth when Elliot pulled out. Kneeling and cleaning up the mess himself, Elliot reaches into his partner’s soggy underwear, a smile appearing as he feels the swollen knot prepared to burst free.

Joey strains and humps into the paw, moaning louder and panting until it devolves into a whimper upon ejaculation. The grip around his sheath keeping it from bursting free in any fully satisfying orgasm. “Sir…” he pleads. Elliot releases the cub’s length and feels it swell in size, even more cum rocketing into his overcrowded and saturated underpants. Drool forms at the edges of his maw, trembling in place as the intensity subsides and he hunches forward.

The scent of cum is overwhelming and obvious, both parties having deprived themselves during the time Joey had been stuck at home attending to family commitments. “Lets… go clean up,” Elliot suggests, reaching down and helping Joey to his feet. “Thank fuck we didn’t do it on the plane like you wanted.”

Barely able to stand comfortably with his knot swollen like it is, Joey limps beside his partner in a daze. The taste of cum still lingering in his mouth as the pair climb the stairs and disappear into the darkness.
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