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My husband reminded me how much of an ass I was to have fallen off the face of the Earth, so I have decided to continue Marlo's Mischievous Mishaps and Adventures. This chapter is short because I was impatient to start the next round of events. :) And, I wrote the whole thing on my iPad.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I apologize. My husband reminded me how much of an ass I was to have fallen off the face of the Earth, so I have decided to continue Marlo's Mischievous Mishaps and Adventures. This chapter is short because I was impatient to start the next round of events. :) And, I wrote the whole thing on my iPad.", "writing": "[center][b]09[/b][/center]\n\n\n\n[center]THURSDAY [NIGHT][/center]\n\n\t \n Marlo felt his heart pounding in his ears as he adjusted the blankets around him. Mitch was brushing his teeth downstairs and any minute he would be walking up those stairs to join him for bed. The fennec frantically looked around wondering if the nauseating feeling he had would leave him insisting on sleeping on the floor, safe from Mitch's detection of his nerves. [i]No,[/i] he told himself valiantly, [i]I can do this, I can do th—[/i]. Mitch had opened the door wearing only his ([i]tiiight, oh my god[/i]) white briefs. Marlo had been wearing a thin, plain white T-shirt and a pair of black boyshorts. Mitch lifted the comforter to place himself on the bed beside the fox who was at this point praying that his heart wouldn't stop dead in its relentless pounding.\n \"You OK, man?\" Mitch asked turning his head to see Marlo gazing avidly at the ceiling.\n \"Mmhm,\" Marlo's intonation gave his poor acting skills competition.\n \"You're blushing so bad right now, dude,\" Mitch gave an awkward smile and hesitated before adding, \"You've seen me in my underwear before.\"\n \"N-not beside me... Like this.\"\n \"Well,\" the squirrel went quiet for a moment as the fennec closed his eyes and turned away from him, \"How about... [b]on top of you![/b]\" He whispered loudly before throwing himself over the fox and tightly hugging around him.\n The vertigo in Marlo's mind went out of control as he yipped and attempted to struggle his way out of Mitch's arms, but then—\n \"Oh, [i]dieu[/i], stop it, stop it!\" He whispered attempting to guard his ribs from the onslaught of tickling. He felt the heat beneath the comforter rise like an oven. Mitch stopped and propped himself up on his elbow.\n \"Just trying to calm you down,\" he snickered and his head fell back to the pillow.\n\n They both laid beside each other staring up at the ceiling. Marlo was very conscious of the inches of space between them as they talked about the French language, their least favorite foods, and intercontinental plane rides. The comforter remained clutched tightly around Marlo's body by his arms. He wasn't as nervous anymore as he told himself that the worst part had to be over. Mitch took pretty well to his nerves and he was surprised at how calm and collected he felt around him. They never mentioned anything about the incident that happened at school. Marlo tried to look at the bright side of it bringing him and Mitch together, but he'd have honestly preferred another way. Another way, especially when it came to being touched. Painful thoughts often invaded his mind whenever he'd have pleasant ones concerning his squirrel. He'd promised himself to overcome them and someday stand up to them rectifying his strength. But, when it came to stuff like that, he was lost at sea. When do couples do stuff? Would it be painful? What if he thinks I'm perverted... What if he thinks I—\n \"Marlo? You awake?\"\n He had, in fact, been awake, but his eyes were shut and he had remained silent in thought for a few minutes. His instinct told him to feign sleep, so he did. He didn't know why exactly, but as soon as the squirrel leaned closer to plant a kiss on his cheek he was glad. He only rolled away from the squirrel to hide his struggle to hold back a smile.\n A minute or two passed before Mitch began petting the top of Marlo's head. Marlo was surprised at the amount of affection he was displaying. It didn't seem typical of him to do any of the things he did in those fantasies. The stroke of his paw down the back of his head, the gliding finger over the rim of Marlo's large ears, and the way he always finished off a stroke with a scritch on the back of his neck. Marlo was so relaxed he had to fight to stay awake so that he could enjoy every second of this. However, Mitch had stopped and he wondered if it was really time to go to sleep after all. He sighed inconspicuously and adjusted himself beneath the comforter. Then, after a second of hesitated movement, Mitch had wrapped his arm around the fennec's small frame and pushed his entire body against it to fit like spoons. His breathing tickled Marlo's ear and it twitched, but Marlo dared not stir.\n [i]Fuck![/i] He exclaimed inside his head. He wasn't prepared for this. He had never imagined they wouldn't just sleep in the same bed, but [b]together[/b]. His bushy fur felt so warm and gentle, his light grip around the fennec so kind...\n Marlo wrapped his tail up and around his own trembling leg when he noticed. Mitch's crotch had been wedged between Marlo's cheeks. The warm and soft bulge that he had anticipated so much during his school days and lonely nights was right there pressing insistently upon him. His heart began racing again and he knew it had to have given him away. Mitch would know he was conscious. [i]Let him,[/i] something told him. [i]Let him know it's alright[/i]. And, without thinking, because if it had he'd have never worked up the courage to do so, the fennec pushed himself back onto the squirrel to affirm the invitation to cuddle. He heard an unsteady huff of breath in his ear before feeling the squirrel ease up a bit. Marlo gulped, Mitch gulped. Then, before Marlo could think of anything else he realized Mitch's body wasn't the only thing that stiffened. He could feel the once soft bulge begin to prod at him beneath the covers before the body wrapped around him backed away a few inches. Marlo knew Mitch was nervous, maybe even embarrassed. [i]No more than I am, he is killing me...[/i] His teeth were clenched so tightly they hurt, his heart was going to resign pretty soon, and this feeling inside of him ached. This bed was the fox's cloud nine and he could feel himself taking initiative he never knew he had. He backed himself up to the squirrel without pondering any negative outcome to the move nor caring that he might as well have had opened his eyes and started talking. Now he knew [i]everything[/i].\n The squirrel's heartbeat was a lower pitch than his. He could practically hear it pressed against his back. Mitch had given up the futile retreat to hide his erection and Marlo had recklessly teased him about it with his behind. None of them moved for quite a while, but now and then Marlo felt it pulse against him (and Mitch had cringed each time). The fennec's paws were much smaller than the squirrel's, much weaker, but he gave no strain to guide Mitch's paw down to his hip... onto his belly... His teeth ground together at the intensity of the moment. He could think of nothing else he wanted more. In fact, he wasn't sure he had been thinking at all.\n\n Then, Mitch's paw had slipped beneath the fennecs shorts.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
09




THURSDAY [NIGHT]


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          Marlo felt his heart pounding in his ears as he adjusted the blankets around him. Mitch was brushing his teeth downstairs and any minute he would be walking up those stairs to join him for bed. The fennec frantically looked around wondering if the nauseating feeling he had would leave him insisting on sleeping on the floor, safe from Mitch's detection of his nerves. No, he told himself valiantly, I can do this, I can do th—. Mitch had opened the door wearing only his (tiiight, oh my god) white briefs. Marlo had been wearing a thin, plain white T-shirt and a pair of black boyshorts. Mitch lifted the comforter to place himself on the bed beside the fox who was at this point praying that his heart wouldn't stop dead in its relentless pounding.
          "You OK, man?" Mitch asked turning his head to see Marlo gazing avidly at the ceiling.
          "Mmhm," Marlo's intonation gave his poor acting skills competition.
          "You're blushing so bad right now, dude," Mitch gave an awkward smile and hesitated before adding, "You've seen me in my underwear before."
          "N-not beside me... Like this."
          "Well," the squirrel went quiet for a moment as the fennec closed his eyes and turned away from him, "How about... on top of you!" He whispered loudly before throwing himself over the fox and tightly hugging around him.
          The vertigo in Marlo's mind went out of control as he yipped and attempted to struggle his way out of Mitch's arms, but then—
          "Oh, dieu, stop it, stop it!" He whispered attempting to guard his ribs from the onslaught of tickling. He felt the heat beneath the comforter rise like an oven. Mitch stopped and propped himself up on his elbow.
          "Just trying to calm you down," he snickered and his head fell back to the pillow.

          They both laid beside each other staring up at the ceiling. Marlo was very conscious of the inches of space between them as they talked about the French language, their least favorite foods, and intercontinental plane rides. The comforter remained clutched tightly around Marlo's body by his arms. He wasn't as nervous anymore as he told himself that the worst part had to be over. Mitch took pretty well to his nerves and he was surprised at how calm and collected he felt around him. They never mentioned anything about the incident that happened at school. Marlo tried to look at the bright side of it bringing him and Mitch together, but he'd have honestly preferred another way. Another way, especially when it came to being touched. Painful thoughts often invaded his mind whenever he'd have pleasant ones concerning his squirrel. He'd promised himself to overcome them and someday stand up to them rectifying his strength. But, when it came to stuff like that, he was lost at sea. When do couples do stuff? Would it be painful? What if he thinks I'm perverted... What if he thinks I—
          "Marlo? You awake?"
          He had, in fact, been awake, but his eyes were shut and he had remained silent in thought for a few minutes. His instinct told him to feign sleep, so he did. He didn't know why exactly, but as soon as the squirrel leaned closer to plant a kiss on his cheek he was glad. He only rolled away from the squirrel to hide his struggle to hold back a smile.
          A minute or two passed before Mitch began petting the top of Marlo's head. Marlo was surprised at the amount of affection he was displaying. It didn't seem typical of him to do any of the things he did in those fantasies. The stroke of his paw down the back of his head, the gliding finger over the rim of Marlo's large ears, and the way he always finished off a stroke with a scritch on the back of his neck. Marlo was so relaxed he had to fight to stay awake so that he could enjoy every second of this. However, Mitch had stopped and he wondered if it was really time to go to sleep after all. He sighed inconspicuously and adjusted himself beneath the comforter. Then, after a second of hesitated movement, Mitch had wrapped his arm around the fennec's small frame and pushed his entire body against it to fit like spoons. His breathing tickled Marlo's ear and it twitched, but Marlo dared not stir.
          Fuck! He exclaimed inside his head. He wasn't prepared for this. He had never imagined they wouldn't just sleep in the same bed, but together. His bushy fur felt so warm and gentle, his light grip around the fennec so kind...
          Marlo wrapped his tail up and around his own trembling leg when he noticed. Mitch's crotch had been wedged between Marlo's cheeks. The warm and soft bulge that he had anticipated so much during his school days and lonely nights was right there pressing insistently upon him. His heart began racing again and he knew it had to have given him away. Mitch would know he was conscious. Let him, something told him. Let him know it's alright. And, without thinking, because if it had he'd have never worked up the courage to do so, the fennec pushed himself back onto the squirrel to affirm the invitation to cuddle. He heard an unsteady huff of breath in his ear before feeling the squirrel ease up a bit. Marlo gulped, Mitch gulped. Then, before Marlo could think of anything else he realized Mitch's body wasn't the only thing that stiffened. He could feel the once soft bulge begin to prod at him beneath the covers before the body wrapped around him backed away a few inches. Marlo knew Mitch was nervous, maybe even embarrassed. No more than I am, he is killing me... His teeth were clenched so tightly they hurt, his heart was going to resign pretty soon, and this feeling inside of him ached. This bed was the fox's cloud nine and he could feel himself taking initiative he never knew he had. He backed himself up to the squirrel without pondering any negative outcome to the move nor caring that he might as well have had opened his eyes and started talking. Now he knew everything.
          The squirrel's heartbeat was a lower pitch than his. He could practically hear it pressed against his back. Mitch had given up the futile retreat to hide his erection and Marlo had recklessly teased him about it with his behind. None of them moved for quite a while, but now and then Marlo felt it pulse against him (and Mitch had cringed each time). The fennec's paws were much smaller than the squirrel's, much weaker, but he gave no strain to guide Mitch's paw down to his hip... onto his belly... His teeth ground together at the intensity of the moment. He could think of nothing else he wanted more. In fact, he wasn't sure he had been thinking at all.

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