“Oh my god, of course.”

Lewis couldn't keep his mouth from pulling up into a toothy grin. In the passenger seat next to him, Max bunched his knees together and looked to the carpeted car floor. Between them, balanced on the center console, was  a twelve pack of beer. Or, what was left of one.

“Is it really that funny?” Max shrunk, his voice small, embarrassed.

“Sorry, sorry, no.” Lewis waved his hand, as if he could dismiss the offense. “Not funny like that. Just, that, uh.” He rolled his wrist, the one that wasn’t holding a half-empty can of beer, trying to parse through the warmth that filled his head like the spring heat. “Just that, like, of course you’d like Samantha.”

Max ran a self-conscious hand between his antlers. It was late spring, so they had only just begun to sprout from the thin brown fur atop his head. Lewis always thought they looked cute when they were so small.

“She’s nice. And she’s funny. I don’t know.” Max sipped at his own can of beer and looked out the window, but Lewis could still catch his bunched brow in the reflection.

“She is, she is.” Lewis reached out and grabbed Max's shoulder. “C’mon, I didn’t mean it in any bad way.”

A sharp breath broke from him, and he leaned back into the car seat. “I know. It’s just embarrassing. She’s so… her, and I’m so me, you know?”

“Don’t be like that. You’re a catch.” Lewis tossed his head and downed the last of his can, and threw into the back seat to join the others. Most of them were Lewis's.

“If you say so.” Max thumbed over the ridge of his can before taking another thoughtful sip and swishing it to see how much was left.

It was a hot spring night, and these outings had become a ritual. They weren't planned; when college became too much, their lives too stressful, they would get into Lewis’s car, pick up a cheap pack of beer, and find an empty parking lot to idle.

The night sky was visible through the front windshield. Stars, pricks of light and nothing more, blinked through the wisps of clouds that floated by. Even with the AC blasting full, the air inside the car was thick and muggy and Lewis’s shirt was sticking to his back.

A ghost of his reflection looked back from the glass; a grey wolf with brown eyes and a plain t-shirt. Next to it was Max's, the deer still concerned with his beer can. A long sleeve shirt tugged his small frame. Lewis didn't know how he could suffer with that on in such heat.

“So have you talked to her much?” Lewis leaned back into his seat.

“A little. We’ve been working on a project for French. But she always seems so busy, you know? So we haven't talked about much else.” Another long sip and his can was empty. Max plucked another from the diminishing pack and broke the seal.

“So, are you going to ask her out?” He cracked open another beer.

“I want to.” A frown stretched across his face. “But I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Ah, right, forgot," Lewis said, even though he hadn't. "Total virgin.”

The curl of Max’s lip made Lewis's own turn up into a grin. 

“I wish I had never told you that." He slumped back in his seat.

“You just need to get your dick wet,” Lewis said. "Then that kind of stuff stops being so scary."

"And who would help with that?" Max gave his can a spiteful look.

Maybe it was the alcohol that was warming his blood, or maybe it was that he’d always thought Max was kind of cute, or maybe it was both. He didn’t really think about it before he said, “I would.”

Max’s eyes drew wide. Something in the back of his head told Lewis that he should feel equally surprised, or embarrassed, or awkward, but he only felt the warmth that hugged his thoughts like a blanket.

“A blowjob, I mean,” he said, gesturing with his beer can towards Max―more specifically, his jeans. A little of it spilled over and onto his seat, but Lewis didn’t really care.

When he only stared, Lewis said, "Well?"

“What do you mean, well?”

“Well,” Lewis stressed, more beer spilling from his can, “do you want me to or not?”

"I―What?"

“Come on. As you are now, you’ll stay a virgin forever.”

Max made a face. "I think you've had enough of those."

Lewis's laugh came out as a bark. "You actually have someone offering to suck your dick and that's what you say? You're really never gonna get any."

Max chewed his lip, and then he set his can into the cupholder. "This is ridiculous," he muttered, maybe to himself, maybe to Lewis, fighting with the button on his jeans. "This is so stupid."

"Here." Lewis drank his can in three big gulps, threw it into the back seat, and reached over, shooing him away so he could pop the button with his thumb. Max swallowed. Lewis tugged at the zipper, and peeled away the hem of the jeans to show the dark blue briefs underneath. A bulge was pushing at them.

Lewis looked to Max with a grin, but Max's attention was on his briefs. There was tension in his face, in his shoulders, his posture. But when Lewis rubbed over the tent, his breathing hitched. And when he bent over, the center console digging awkwardly into his side, and pressed his nose into the deer's thigh, Max squirmed.

 The salty scent of sweat filled Lewis's nose. It made his body buzz. He nosed over the bulge, and it grew up towards the hem, an outline of the cock underneath. He ran a tongue over its hidden head, and Max started.

"What are you doing?"

Lewis snuffled at the fabric. "Just enjoying myself."

"Lewis―" he stopped himself, but the bite to his tone wasn't missed.

"Fine." 

After twisting himself, he could grab at the edges of the boxers. Slowly, he peeled them away. The sticky heat made them difficult, but Lewis was persistent, and Max's cock was freed. It sprung up, pre beading its tip.

"Excited?"

"Shut up," but it came out with a shaky voice.

Without the fabric impeding it, the smell of Max's arousal was even thicker. The salty scent of sweat batted at the back of his throat and tangled his thoughts and made his blood quicken.

Lewis had never given a blowjob before, but he’d been given plenty, by girlfriends and hook-ups. So he rooted through his memories, fractured and slippery as they were, trying to remember what they did.

In the end, he couldn’t remember much, and decided that the best way to give someone a blowjob was to just go for it. A hand found his shoulder as Lewis gripped around the hot cock, propping it up so that he could roll his wide tongue across the tip. The pre that dotted it smeared across his taste buds and made his jeans tighten. Max took in an audible breath.

Taking that as a good sign, Lewis swirled his tongue around the head before slipping his lips over the tip and sucking it into his maw. His back complained at the odd position but the buzzing alcohol in his blood helped to drown it out while he pressed his lips to Max's base.

The cock twitched and pulsed against his tongue and shot out a thick, sticky shot of pre that Lewis swallowed faithfully. He kept it in his maw, tongue licking up its side, suckling at its base. Fingers scratched at his shoulder, and he raised his head up, his lips held tight to the sensitive flesh, his tongue cupping the cock, before bobbing back down, swallowing the cock whole once more.

Harsh huffs broke from his nose. With his free hand, he popped the button on his own jeans, shifting so he could shuffle them down and curl his fingers around his own cock. It was already at full mast, throbbing against his grip.

“Holy fuck.” The words came out more as a breath than anything else. Lewis could feel the hand flexing against this shoulder, guiding him up and down the leaking cock.

Another thick shot of pre landed over his tongue. A noise―a moan, maybe, he couldn’t tell between the rush of the AC and the way it was muffled by Max's cock―bubbled from Lewis's lips. With harsh strokes, he beat his grip against his base, thumbing over the head of his cock to gather the pre as lube.

Max’s legs began to twitch and the hand he had on Lewis’s shoulder balled. Some guttural sound broke caught in his throat before his hips jutted to smack into Lewis’s muzzle. The cock throbbed hard, once, twice, thrice, against his tongue before heavy strings began to stripe his cheek and tongue.

Lewis slathered the cock with his tongue as Max came. The taste of the jizz made his head fog, made his cock twitch, and with an unceremonious jut, he began to fire off his own payload. It blasted through the air, over the center console, thudding into the carpeted floor.

The two grinded, Max against Lewis, Lewis against his grip, as they savored the prickling sensation that followed in the wake of their orgasm. When Max slumped back against his seat and let his hand slide away from Lewis, Lewis drew up and off of the softening cock.

The jizz sat heavy on his tongue and it clung to the back of his throat even after a few swallows. The silence thickened, the hum of the AC filling the space.

"You weren't kidding about the virgin thing," Lewis finally said.

Max bristled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that you need to work on your stamina a little bit."

"Whatever." Max threw him a withering look. "Roll down the windows, would you? It stinks in here."