"Ugh, ha, ha... oh yeah!" Came the groans from behind the door. All Miles could do was lean against the door and listen as his hedgehog roommate Scourge railed his new boyfriend, some blue fennec named Kit. He wasn't jealous though, definitely not. Well, perhaps a bit. Okay, extremely jealous.

At first, he hardly cared. So what if his loser friend had started screwing around with someone? Why should he care if Scourge was fucking Kit Loveheart, whoever he was? Sure he'd fooled around with the green hedgehog before, but he was just crashing for a few days. They'd go their separate ways soon enough.

Three weeks later, the green hedgehog was still there. Dishes and takeaway boxes had piled in the kitchen, crusty tissues littered the floor, an unpleasant smell developed throughout the small apartment, and worst of all there were stray quills everywhere! One day though, Scourge had tidied the place up until it was spotless. On coming home from his...legal employment, Miles had been so grateful, until the next day. That was the day Scourge brought Kit home to meet him.

The scrawny blue fennec was perfectly kind, shook his hand and sat quietly.
He's not Scourge's type at all... the fox had thought. The green hedgehog preferred douchebags like himself. Sassy brats who would fight back, and need subduing.
Like me... the thought crossed his mind before he physically shook it from his head. If Scourge wanted to go all soppy for this wuss, then fine. Kit began to stay most nights, and at first it wasn't too bad. He'd sit on Scourge's lap, and the two would make out, but if it got too gropey he'd just head out and find some customers to blow off. Steam, blow off steam. And then it happened.

He opened the front door, nearly tripping over the stupid fennec's yellow backpack as he did. However, he couldn't hear the usually groaning noises they made when making out. Maybe he could have Scourge to himself tonight? Taking the few steps from the door to the living room, he could see the back of Scourge's head sat on the couch facing away from him. No Kit in sight, good. Walking up to the green hedgehog, he tapped him on the shoulder.
"Finally got you to-" the words left his throat as Scourge tilted his head back to face him.

The green hedgehog's muzzle was blood red, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and across his bright cheeks. His usually stiff quills were now soft, and swaying with his head as he moved it. Through slightly ragged pants he huffed out,
"Huh, huh, h-hey there, bud. Didn't... didn't expect ya back so soon..." and as he said this, Miles eyes quickly flew from Scourge's dumb face downwards, and a as he did so he was pierced by a stab of jealousy as he saw the cause of the green hedgehog's condition. There, between his legs, sluttily bobbing his head along his douchebag friend's cock was Kit. The fennec's eyes were fixed on Scourge's, and they rolled back in his skull every time his nose bumped into the hedgehog's moist, green pubic bush.

Scourge let out a full on moan as Kit sucked on his dick.
"M-might wanna stay in yer room tonight! Hah, hah... we're gonna... hah, we're gonna be a while." He said, more as an order than a suggestion.
They're kicking me out of my own living room! Fuck that! Miles thought, ready to unleash hell.
"Oh, yeah! I'm gonna drain my balls in ya babe!" Scourge cried, gripping Kit's head and forcing him to deepthroat his cock, at which the yellow fox lost his train of thought, and simply scurried away, closing his bedroom door behind him.

And so, here he was, leaning against his door and craning his ears to listen to Scourge's moans as he was serviced by the blue fennec. As he did so, he could feel a familiar warmth between his legs as his dick began to harden.
No way! This can't be turning me on, the fox thought. Despite his own protests, he couldn't stop his right hand as it trailed down to his growing erection, fuelled by the yellow fox's thoughts as he began to picture himself in Kit's place, being bent over and pounded by the brash green hedgehog.

"Shit," Miles said out loud, drawing his hand up and down as he slid down to the floor. Biting his lower lip, he began to pump his length, imagining the tip of Scourge's member against his backside. Every time he slid up, he rubbed his thumb against his glans, sending jolts of arousal through him and little dribbles of precum out of his slit.
This is so hot, he moaned to himself as he continued stroking his cock, rubbing a little faster and enjoying the sensations that shot up his spine. As he fapped he could hear Kit's moans from the other room, having obviously moved positions.
"F-fuck," the blue fennec groaned, "-fuck me, Scourge!" he cried, in between whimpers and grunts. "Fuck me hard, Daddy!" he cried, begging for another thrust. The ebony-haired fox caught his breath as he heard his roommate cackle, followed by a simpering cry from the fennec. 

At this, Miles fapped harder, until an idea came to him. Turning round, he slid his ass as close to the door as he could, his legs dangling in the air until he planted them firmly on the door. He them pushed off and held his weight on his shoulders and tails, until his cock was hovering over his face above. Miles bent his dick downwards until it was pointing at him, then began to jack himself off again. His legs wobbled as he did so, waves of pleasure flowing through his body as thin streams of pre began to leak from his tip, smearing on his cheek as he fapped away.

Miles let out a surprised yelp as his whole lower body began to tremble, his insides clenching as his prick swelled in his hand. It was hard as a rock, and the veins that streaked across its surface were pulsing as he stroked it, silvery pre pouring out as if from a tap. His pants grew as his diaphragm pushed down on his lungs, his breathing already ragged as he beat his shaft. As he squeezed his member he felt a surge of tingling heat shoot through his nuts as they began to contract towards him, signalling his imminent orgasm.
"Ah.. hah, oh! So good, I, I-I'm cumming!"

He lost his balance as his cum began to flow, thick, gooey strings shooting from his slit and splattering onto his face. In his mind's eye he pictured Scourge above him, laughing as he marked his foxslut with his salty seed.
"Ooh, fuuck..." he groaned as a wad of jizz smacked into the back of his throat as even more of the stuff smeared into his fur. He continued to pump away at his dick until he finally grew too sensitive and his legs, shaking and tired, gave way. He fell to the floor with a yelp, his face caked in his own cum.

Outside the room, Scourge laughed as the noises stopped.
"Heh, think he's finally creamed Kit?" He asked the blue fennec as he ploughed him.
"Y-yes, Sir."