Something warm and furry scooted up next to me. I looked over at Logan and found him staring intently at the screen, his eyes wide with fear.	

	“Reeeeeeee!”
	“Ahhh! No! Noooooo!”
	“Ree! Ree! Reeeeee!”
	The sound of a chainsaw revving erupted from the television, nearly as loud as the screaming young woman on the ground.
	She reeled back in terror. “No! I'm too pretty to die!”
	“REEEEEEE!”
	The chainsaw roared as the screeching masked maniac lunged forward, driving his spinning chains into the flesh of the woman.
	
	Logan pressed himself as close to me as he could without sliding onto my lap. At first it had just been his hip, but now his leg pushed into mine and his foot sat nestled beneath my ankle. 
	The bushy fur of his tail brushed against my butt, so I let my own slide in his direction. His tail practically leaped toward mine, rubbing it a few times to make sure it was real before settling down against it.
	I smirked as he grinded against me, trying to get closer than physics would allow. “You scared?” 
	Silence.
	I turned to look at the screen, a little disappointed he hadn't answer. And not just because I wanted to tease him. Truthfully, I was scared too.
	Just... not as badly.
	This was the first time we'd ever been left in a house alone at night, and, of course, the first movie Logan had suggested we watch was the only movie in his parent's collection that was 'off-limits.'
	(According to his parents, it was too “psychologically damaging for kids our age.” Which wasn't even fair, since we weren't 'kids' anymore--we were teens.)
	The moment they'd left, we'd rushed to the living room, pushed the couch back, and set up a bunch of blankets and pillows on the tile floor. After a lot of deliberating and hyping ourselves up―really just trying to convince ourselves we could handle it―he finally slipped the disc into his blu-ray player and we started our little descent.
	We'd steadily grown closer to each other, like two ice climbers huddling together for warmth.
	I looked over at Logan again, wanting any excuse to take my eyes off the absolute horror show happening on the TV. His mouth hung slightly agape, and his jaw quivered in terror. The tall red and blond ears poking out of his head were pulled back and his green eyes were wide like mini-globes. They were locked on the screen, as if the lunatic would spring from the television and kill him next. He clutched the comforter we were sharing and pulled it all the way up to his chin.
	Logan was technically a red fox, though he looked more orange to me. I was an arctic fox, which basically meant I looked like Logan but had a less dominant snout, poofier ears, and a poofier coat of white fur. Like most foxes, we both had slim, light-weight builds.
	
	“Reeeeeee!” The masked lunatic jumped from a hallway and buried his chainsaw into the back of a young jock, who'd just completed making a speech on how he was done 'taking anymore shit from some masked psychopath.'
	
	“Ah!” Logan jumped in place and pushed against me. 
	“Jeez!” I took a few deep breaths, more scared from his reaction than from the movie.
	I watched as the masked lunatic murdered the jock and then chased a girl through the two story house. She'd managed to get past him and hide, and now he was stalking her through a dark hallway, one eerily similar to the one in Logan's house..
	Logan's hand landed on my thigh and gripped it. It shook furiously, along with the rest of him. The sides of our torsos pressed together and his head pressed against my shoulder. It was the closest we'd ever been.
	Any further and he really would be on my lap.
	I looked over at him with a cocked brow.

	There was a loud scream from the television as the lunatic's chainsaw burst through a closet door, coming inches from cutting the woman inside.

	“No! N-N-N-No!” Logan flipped around, buried his face into my shoulder, and wrapped both arms around me. He hugged me so hard I couldn't move and lost my balance. We fell sideways.
	“Oof!”
	“Turn it off! Turn it off! I don't wanna watch anymore!” He had his face buried in my shoulder and was clutching me so hard it hurt.
	“Um, that's fine, but... you're gonna have to let me go if you want me to turn it off.”
	His legs pincered me like vice grips, and his privates pressed were mushed against the side of my leg. His thigh brushed against my package as he squirmed.
	“O-Oh... yeah.... Sorry. Sorry. I just... sorta panicked.” His voice quivered as he lifted himself up and then helped me. An instant later, he jumped for the blu-ray player and stopped the movie. With a sigh of relief he jumped back to my side and pressed himself against me.
	“Sorry, I'm just... kinda scared.” He said the last words almost as a whisper. I couldn't tell if it was to emphasize them, show shame, or both.
	“Yeah, I'm kinda scared too.” But not nearly as scared as you, I thought.
	He turned toward me, positioning his face inches from mine. “This was a terrible idea. Why did we have to watch that?” I could feel his breath on my lips as he spoke.
	“I don't know. We probably should have guessed a movie about something breaking into a house and chasing a bunch of people down was-”
	“-Ugh! I... I don't even want to talk about it. Can we j-just... talk about something else? And, and maybe put on some cartoons or something? We should turn on the lights too....”
	We remained on the floor, backs against the couch, huddled together under Logan's comforter. After several moments of silence, he spoke:
	“Unnng. I really don't want to get up to turn on the lights.”
	“Yeah, me either.”
	He curled himself even closer to my side and let one hand rest on my lap, causing my legs to tighten in response. His body pressed against me, and whenever I inhaled, I took in bits of his scent.
	“You wanna do it together?” I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips.
	“Together?”
	“Yeah, we just, both get up and... run to the nearest switch. We'll stay together, though, so nobody has to be alone.”
	“Hmm...” I scratched my chin fur and furled my eyebrows, as if in deep thought. “...No, no, I don't think that's gonna work.... Yeah, no, there's no way.”
	“Wha...? Whatta you mean?”
	“It's just, if there really is a psycho hiding in the darkness, that'll just make us even easier to kill. We'll be going straight to him.”
	“But...”
	“I don't wanna make his job any easier, y'know? He is trying to kill us after all.”
	“No! No, no, no, no.” The hand on my lap clamped down like a hungry squirrel clutching an acorn. “Stop talking. There is nobody in the darkness. There is nobody trying to kill us. Stop trying to scare me.” 
	“We don't know that. I mean if there is a movie about it than somebody had to have had the idea. It's not-”
	He covered his ears. “LA-LA-LA-LA-I-CAN'T-HEAR-YOU-LA-LA-LA-LA.”
	I smiled. “If there is a mad man hiding in the shadows you're just making him madder with all the noise.”
	“No, I'm not!”
	“I would be getting pretty mad if I were him.”
	“Urg! There is nobody there! Stop talking!”
	I laughed and put a consoling hand on his back. “You know what? We're stressing over nothing. It was just a movie and we're sitting here like we can't even go turn on some lights.... Pfft, it's just the dark. Nothing to be scared of.”
	“It doesn't seem like you're all that stressed....” He pouted.
	“Sitting next to you, I wouldn't think so either....”
	He sneered at me, but I quickly continued.
	“-Listen, it's no big deal. It's just a little darkness. We see darkness everyday. Just because we watched a scary movie doesn't mean there is anything different about it, compared to like, every other day.”
	“Yeah... just the dark.” He sounded calmer, but hardly convinced.
	“You know what that means, right?” I looked over at him. “We gotta act like men.”
	He swallowed and ran his tongue across his lips nervously. “L-Like men, huh?”
	“Yep.”
	He let out a long and heavy sigh, and after a moment of silence, he responded. “Do you wanna do it together?”
	“Nope,” I replied, smirking. “I don't want to do it at all. I meant we gotta do what real men would do.”
	He looked over at me and exhaled, his breath like a minty breeze.
	“We're gonna do the brave thing and sit here in the dark and watch cartoons.” I reached for the remote and turned the television back to cable broadcasting. It was already turned to the cartoon station.
	“So... we're not gonna get up at all?”
	“Nope.”
	His ears flicked in response. “Are you sure...? I mean, it's... really dark in here. I don't really want to go walking through it either, but...” His voice trailed off.
	“Ah, come on. If we turn on the lights and check the house it's not gonna be fun anymore...” Plus, I thought, if we turn on the lights, there won't be a reason for us to sit together....
	“But... what if.... What if what you said before is true? What if someone―or something--is there?”
	“Pfft, you know I was just kidding around about that. You can't tell me you're still scared. I'm practically cradling you in my arms like a baby.”
	He pulled his head off my shoulders and looked at me with scorn. “I'm not a baby! And you're not 'holding me!'
	“If I actually do hold you will it calm you down enough to leave the lights off?”
	“I don't want to be held!”
	“Aww, but you're so scared.”
	“I am not!” He scooted away and crossed his arms.
	“Wait, I'm just messing with you!” I laughed. “Here, come back over here. I'm scared, too.” I waited for him to respond, but he stayed silent. “Don't make me sit over here alone.” I smiled, but it trailed off quickly. “Come on. Seriously, it's... it's really dark. Come over here.” 
	I slid back over to his side.
	“...See? You're scared, too.”
	“Okay, yeah, I'm scared, and I really just want to pretend like the darkness doesn't exist. At least for a little while.”
	I also really like it when you're pressed up against me.
	He frowned.
	“I mean, we're gonna have to get up eventually anyway. It's not like we're just gonna sit here and pee our pants all night.”
	That got a smile out of him.
	“...Okay, we'll keep the lights off.... But, um, we stay like this, alright? For a little while?”
	I grinned. “Yes, please.”
	I criss-crossed my legs and leaned into him. He pulled his knees up to his chest and let his body lean against mine, most of his weight pressed against my thighs. His head rested between my shoulder and chest, placing his ear directly in front of one of my eyes. I put my arm around his back and pulled him tight against me. He swatted his tail against my butt until I slid my tail on top of his.
	It was easier to remind myself we were safe while I was all curled up with him. And despite my frequent teasing, I really was more afraid than I would have cared to admit.
	After about five minutes of watching cartoons, Logan began to stir. He sat up and started to fiddle with something under the blanket. A moment later he slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it off into the darkness.
	He looked at me with a nervous smile. “It's getting a little hot under there.”
	“You wanna take the blanket off?”
	“No, I should be okay now.”
	He leaned back into me, his body feeling slightly different than it had before. I pushed him back a bit and reached down for my own shirt, wanting to take that strange feeling to the next level. I slipped it over my head and tossed it into the darkness like he had.
	“That should help.”
	He smiled in response and his cheeks darkened. I'd never felt a shirtless boy outside of the pool before, nor had I ever had one feel me. He fell against my exposed chest. 
	The feeling of our fur pressing together and of our body heat and scents mingling together freely--it felt primal and satisfying. Pleasure stirred between my legs and I felt myself writhe a bit. I pulled Logan tighter against me.
	He grinded against me in return, rubbing his cheek against my collar and putting his hand back on my lap―this time, higher up, closer to my belly button, and closer to a certain, unmentionable area.
	The location of his hand sent pleasure shooting through my lower body. My penis was getting hard for some reason, which meant if he moved his hand the wrong way, he'd feel it and immediately know.
	How's he gonna react if he touches it? Will he think I'm disgusting for being hard? Is he gonna be mad?”
	I writhed again. The urge to touch myself was strong, and tension was building, but I had to be careful, else I'd oust myself.
	I slipped a hand free from his stomach and set it on the ground by my opposite side. Moving as slowly as I could, I slid it underneath my leg and reached up toward my crotch. I stayed against my thigh at first, letting the sides of my fingers touch my scrotum, but after a few minutes the temptation became too great. I reached further and slipped my hand through the side of my shorts. I fiddled with my scrotum and gently rubbed my testicles through my boxer-briefs.
	Is this alright to be doing? I thought. This is Logan, after all.... What if he knew I was my touching balls right now? What if he can tell...? 
	After a short time, I forced myself to stop masturbating. The tension remained, and after priming myself up, it had grown worse. The entire center of my pelvis throbbed in a way that was reminiscent of pain, but not entirely uncomfortable, and I could feel a small damp spot on on my underwear, right at the tip of my erection.
	I leaned into him. And then I leaned into him harder. I kept this up until he started to fall over. 
	After a bit of pressure, he slipped all the way to the floor and hugged his pillow. I fell down with him and wrapped my arms around his belly.
	The intense warmth coming from our touching bodies made me think of the steam made in a hot shower. I knew my cheeks were flushed red, but I suspected the heat was only half-responsible.
	I squeezed myself against him as tightly as I could. My hand rested on his belly, but each time I readjusted my body, I slid it up another inch, closer to his nipples.
	I pulled myself up a bit to see over his shoulders toward the television screen, but I overshot the distance. My dick pressed against his bottom, causing him to flinch in my arms. I pulled away from him as quickly as I could, but the damage had already been done.
	Could he tell I was erect from just a single moment of contact? Did he know? It didn't help that my arms and chest were tight with shock.
	He scooted backward without a word, as if he had read my mind. He slid perfectly into the gap between my stomach and knees like a puzzle-piece sliding perfectly into place. I expected him to pull away the instant he realized the hard thing pressing against his butt was my penis, but he stayed.
	His tail, which was now pinned between my cock and his butt, wiggled around restlessly, and I could feel each motion against my dick. The tension in my legs and thighs started to increase, and my penis throbbed, almost screaming for me to touch it. Even my pelvis was trying to quiver, and it took everything in me too stop it.
	Logan started to writhe, which made my dick suddenly harden against him. He slipped his shorts down, rubbing his butt against my cock as he moved.
	“It's, um, really hot.”
	“Y-Yeah,” I swallowed.
	The moment he got the shorts off and managed to throw them in the general direction of his shirt, I did the same, suddenly leaving us both in underwear pressing against each other.
	I took a moment to consider everything. We'd touched each other before. We rough-housed a lot and sometimes we'd even tickled one another, but there was something very different about this.
	Even the times we'd examined each others privates or peed together had felt different from this. I'd never felt so strongly about another boy, and I'd never felt such a strong, physical desire to.... Well, I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted to do, but it was something special for sure.
	When I slid back against him, he adjusted himself slightly, bringing my groin lower, and by extension, closer to his crotch. Intense heat radiated off of him, and for some reason, despite the sweltering temperatures beneath the blanket, I felt a strong urge to get as close to it as I possibly could.
	Finally, not able to stand it for another moment, I exhaled in an awkward, shaky way and pressed my penis against him, the base pushing into the squishy flesh of his butt, the tip sliding downward, toward where his thighs met. A strained noise came from his throat, but when I looked at his face, he didn't seem to be in pain. He looked...subdued, and his cheeks were dark red, nearly burgundy.
	I kneaded at his stomach with my fingers, scratching him lightly with my claws. I pulled him as tightly as I could against me while I pressed myself into him. I relaxed and did it again, and repeated this a few times, sometimes aiming upward toward his butt, and other times downward toward where his legs met, toward his testicles.
	His testicles.
	Suddenly the thought hit me: was he erect too?
	How could I check?
	My head came toward his and I exhaled a warm breath into his ear. His eyes closed and he moaned softly.
	“It... sure is hot in here, isn't it?”
	I saw his eyes slowly open in response. I could feel his body tremble slightly as he swallowed. “Yeah...” he whispered. “It's pretty hot.”
	I slid my hand down his boxers, on to the hem. Every few moments, I slid down a bit further, moving centimeters at a time. He didn't move or speak.
	I could feel the fur beneath his boxers suddenly became a bit courser, and I knew from touching my own fur what that meant. I slid a bit further down and felt something hard just at the tip of my finger. I felt his butt clench as I made contact. I paused for a moment, knowing it was too late to turn back.
	I brought my hand over his package and covered the entire thing. I held it in my palm, lightly, and remained still for several seconds. The warmth was incredible, more than I'd imagined possible, and just as I'd thought, he was completely erect.
	When I couldn't stand being still for another second, I put some pressure down on his package and his body shifted around in response.
	“Mmmm....” His loudest moan yet.
	My finger slipped beneath his cock and poked at his testicles. At first, he didn't respond, but when I poked harder, he flinched.
	“Mm!”
	I pulled back slowly and positioned my fingers around his cock. It was hard to grab it through his briefs, but I didn't need a solid grip.
	When I had most of it in my fingers, I slid upward, letting my finger slide against each fiber of his boxers. His legs shook, and judging by the way he exhaled, it looked as if his lungs were shaking.
	I reached the tip of his penis and rubbed it gently with my finger, causing a small spot on his briefs to saturate. I pushed my dick against his bottom again, feeling my own underwear get slightly wetter.
	I exhaled softly into his ear and he moaned, a minty scent filling the air around my nose. I grabbed his whole package again, slipping down and making sure I had part of his testicles in hand too.
	“Mm!”
	I shook it lightly, feeling as his dick tightened into my palm, threatening to explode out of the boxer-briefs. I let my other hand slid up to his nipple. I put my palm over it and pulled his upper body against mine.
	“Mm! Mm! Mm! I...! Uh...!”
	I shook harder, feeling as the wet spot on his underwear widened a bit.
	“Noah....” He was out of breath and sounded as if keeping his voice from breaking in the middle of speaking my name took effort. “I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!
	I smiled and started shaking him more aggressively.
	“Mm! Mm! Mm! No-o-o-ah...! It's about ta... I'm go-na-na-a...! Uh...! Uuuung! Mmmmmmm! ...Ung! ...Unnng!” He exhaled and his pelvis pushed forward into my palm. “Noah....”
	A warm liquid soaked the front of his boxer-briefs, spreading past the length of my hand. I stopped shaking him, but kept my hand over his package, feeling as the warm liquid soaked through to my palm.
	His body relaxed and his penis started to soften. I let go of him and brought my hand to my face. His semen was all over my palm, glistening on the fronts of my fingers and gobbed on the sides.
	I wonder what it tastes like....
	“Sorry,” he squeezed out between breaths. “...I've never had anyone do that for me before.”
	“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Can't say I've ever done that to another person myself.”
	He smiled and let his eyes slide shut as he took a deep breath. I quickly brought my hand to my mouth and licked a small globule of the sticky substance off my palm. 
	“Did you just....”
	I yanked the hand from my face and wiped it on the side of my boxers.
	“Did you just... lick that stuff off your hand?”
	“N-No! Why would I do that?”
	“Well.... Why did you have your hand up to your face like that?”
	“I was just... looking at it.”
	“Looking at it...?”
	I swallowed and my cheeks burned red. “Yes.”
	“You licked it.”
	I frowned and my eyebrows furled. “I did not.”
	His lips curled into a tired smile. “Yes you did.”
	“Urrrrg, alright, fine. I did it. Okay? Are you happy now?”
	“Why, though?”
	“I don't know. I guess... it just seemed like the right thing to do.” I shifted a bit, my penis rubbing against his butt as I moved.
	“Oh, yeah, you're still... hmm.”
	
TO BE CONTINUED.