[b][u][center]Those Hot Summer Nights…
For JCFoxman
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



The warm sun over Costa Del Rey was lovely, and the soft swish-splash of the resort pool was calming. Were it any other situation, where he was alone or even in a more isolated space, Kira would have found it soothing, even meditative. Unfortunately, neither of those scenarios happened to be the one that he found himself in.

As he sank deeper into his lounge chair, the blue-furred fox flicked his eyes from one vacationer to another. Kira didn’t like the way that he felt when he looked at so much exposed flesh – and so much flaunted cleavage and rump, for that matter – but he didn’t have much choice. Either he laid there and kept his eyes closed, risking someone else taking the time to look at him, or he glanced around to try and fit in.

It was hard, and…ill-fitting for him.

It wasn’t that he disliked what he saw. As a matter of fact, the fox rather enjoyed seeing so much flesh on display. There were fine curves here and there, muscle that appealed to him, and even some hard lines in the front of some speedos that offered a hint of curious appeal all their own. Such things were seldom available in such readiness elsewhere, but here, it was as if he had walked into a buffet for the eyes.

That, however, was the problem. None of it was [i]for[/i] him. He just happened to benefit from it being on display. He didn’t know any of them, he didn’t know what he could offer them, and –

Well, to put it as bluntly as possible, he felt like a pervert staring at things that didn’t belong to him.

[i]They’re the ones making the offer,[/i] he told himself as he had done a hundred times already this vacation. It didn’t make a difference. He still felt slightly wrong taking a glance at what everyone else offered. Breasts, rump, the slight outline of a shaft or a more feminine sex, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it wasn’t being shown to him specifically, so he felt like he was in the wrong for staring.

Even if he enjoyed it.

Especially if he enjoyed it.

Kira sunk further into his chair, sighing and breathing carefully through his nose. For the third time that afternoon, he began running through the precepts of the dojo back home. Calm. Centered thought. Deliberate focus. Those were the things that he needed.

He shut out the din of the pool, the sun, the people. Everything faded away as he breathed in, held it in his core, and slowly breathed out again. The tension in his shoulders faded away. The tightness in his chest slipped out of him. Bit by bit, the discomfort that came from his wariness and guilt slid out of him.

With one last breath, he breathed the tension away and opened his eyes. The wash of people was, for a moment, sexless and without temptation.

It lasted for all of five seconds before a red wolf lunged from the water and threw himself across the edge of the pool opposite him. Kira almost jumped out of his fur as the other man showed himself, pulling himself higher and higher until he rested on the palms of his hands, his tail dripping from the water-bedraggled fluff and –

[i]Holy…[/i]

Despite his meditation, Kira’s eyes were drawn to the red wolf’s rump. The speedo he wore was pulled tight, dragging in from the sides of the rump cheeks and pulled almost between them, looking more like a black thong than anything else. The muscular cheeks were soft-looking, popping out with a bit of muscle, but not so much as to be obtrusive. If anything, they looked like they were powerful, clenching at the cloth between them, holding it and keeping it from escaping the space between.

An intrusive thought wondered if it could clench around other things so well. Kira blushed, pushing that thought away.

[i]I should look somewhere else. I shouldn’t keep staring.[/i]

But keep staring he did, drawn in by the sheer musculature back there, as well as the faint curve of the cheeks that was as fascinating as it was enticing. He bit his lip despite himself, finding his curiosity running wild.

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

It was the first time that he had felt this way about a male in a while. While he had a preference, he didn’t discriminate that hard in his fantasies. There were times when he wondered what it would be like to be with a man rather than a woman, and at the same time –

[i]Such…power…[/i]

His eyes drew a line down from the red wolf’s rump to his legs, looking at the muscles in his thighs and calves, and further down still. He was lean and limber, the sort of male that worked himself to the bone, but never past that. Such a physique without a single ounce of extra fat, even where it might have added a nice bounce in the back.

Out of the water. The red wolf reached for a towel, and Kira knew that he was pressing his luck. He should look away. He shouldn’t be looking at someone that he didn’t know, not like this, not like he was feasting at a buffet. Yet, it was nearly impossible to look away; there was a beauty and handsomeness to the canine that he hadn’t seen in anyone else in a long while, and certainly hadn’t seen here. There was a richness, almost like some sort of spiritual beauty that was pouring out from his heart to his fur, and he glowed with it.

Soft, gleaming, the red wolf dried himself off, turning in place. Even in profile, it was impossible to miss that rump. Lovely, gropeable –

[i]Not that I would.[/i]

But it was a nice thought, and a very nice thought, at that.

[i]He works hard, and it shows. I wonder what it would feel like –[/i]

The red wolf had stopped toweling himself off, and it took Kira just a second too long to realize why. He brought his eyes up, met the other man’s glittering blue gaze, and realized that he’d been spotted.

[i]Crap, crap, crap![/i]

Kira threw himself out of his lounge chair, his swim trunks – far bulkier than was practical but better at keeping him less exposed – fluttering in the breeze. He grabbed his towel and room key and began the long process of circling the pool, his cheeks burning hotter than they had in months.

[i]I can’t believe it. That was far from proper. He saw me. He saw me staring and now he’s going to –[/i]

No, no, he could just leave the pool, go back to his room, and take some time to relax. All he had to do was get rid of all those excess temptations, all those little bits and pieces that he shouldn’t be thinking about. He was not a bad person, he just had bad impulses, but he never followed through on them. That was the important thing. He was waiting, and he had many fantasies, but he never went through with them.

He was better than that.

Round, round, round the pool he went, but just as he rested his hand on the gate knob –

“Hey there!”

It was the red wolf. He bit his lip, holding back the immediate wince-whimper that wanted to escape, and turned slowly. Kira managed to put a shy smile on his face to meet the exuberant grin of the other male, nodding.

“Uh, hi,” he managed.

“Hey. Saw you running away. I mean, I don’t mind a chase, but maybe don’t give me such a head start next time, huh?”

“…What?”

“Heh, too much all at once?”

“I – maybe?”

“Let’s start over, then.” The red wolf offered his hand. “I’m Mikazuki, but you can call me Mika.”

“Ah. Mika. Yes.” Introductions: he could do that. “I’m Kira. Kira Kitanya.”

“Lovely to know your name, particularly since I’ve never heard it before,” Mika said with a small chuckle. “So formal. Are you made of glass?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re beautiful enough to be, and I’d hate to shatter something so lovely if they’re too fragile for my touch.”

Kira’s breath caught in his throat. Flirting? Here? In public? All because –

“Heh, careful; looks like someone just lit some candles behind those gorgeous cheekbones of yours,” Mika said, patting his cheek gently. “Look. Why don’t you and I take a little break from the pool, huh? It’s so noisy here, and I can barely hear myself think.”

“That…would be good, yes,” Kira said, trying to collect his thoughts before they could be completely scattered to the wind. “Do you mind if we –”

“How about lunch, hmm? My treat?”

“I – well, if you insist –”

“Lovely. Why don’t you change your sweet self into something better suited away from the pool, I’ll do the same, and I’ll meet you in the lobby?”

It was moving so fast. Everything was moving so fast. He didn’t even know what to say, what to do, and found himself just saying:

“Sure.”

#

True to his word, Mika was waiting in the lobby as soon as Kira came back down from his room. He hadn’t dressed [i]that[/i] much more – the red wolf had changed from speedo to tight shorts that barely dropped below his bottom, and wore a vest rather than a shirt – but he was wearing something. He even greeted the fox with a friendly hug rather than a handshake, patting his back as they walked out of the hotel and down the street.

Once they found a shake-shack to get some food at, they sat down and got as comfortable as they could. Or at least, Kira tried to. Mika seemed to just settle in without even trying, sighing as he wiggled himself into his seat.

“A regular place of yours?” Kira asked.

“Heh, pretty regular; I live nearby, so I like to come down this street. They give better prices to locals than they do the tourists.”

“I see.”

“It’s just business,” Mika said with a shrug. “Better to keep the people around you happy and get the money out of the people that won’t be around for long.”

He supposed that made some sort of sense, though it sat ill with him that there were some that were getting bilked in the process. Still, considering the way that tourists tended to treat locals of most places, he supposed that it was at least somewhat justified.

It didn’t take long for a pair of milkshakes to be brought to the table and a promise of some fries to follow. Mika sipped at his for a moment before putting it back down.

“So, just to make sure that I’m not getting the wrong idea here. You were staring at me down at the pool, right?”

“Well…um, yes,” Kira admitted. “I did not mean to stare for so long, of course, but…you were…beautiful.”

“Heh, and still am, I hope. Though I admit that you were probably getting my best angle.”

“…You have a great deal of confidence.”

“Well, being a model will do that,” the red wolf said with a modest shrug. “When people tell you that you’re beautiful every few minutes on-set, you start to take some of that onboard.”

“You’re a model?” Kira asked, blinking.

“Well, off and on. It’s one of those feast or famine businesses,” Mika said. “During the summer, I get a lot of work, and some in the fall and a little in the winter. Spring’s dead for me; I mostly model swim and sport stuff.”

“Ah…that makes sense.”

And at least it meant that he was talking to someone that was comfortable with this, and with showing off. It should have been obvious that he was, considering the way that the red wolf had flaunted himself at the pool, but there was always that chance that he had read the room wrong, or gotten the wrong idea from someone else. He rubbed the back of his head, staring down at the milkshake.

“So, what brings you here?” Mika asked, leaning forward. “I mean, not that I don’t appreciate you bringing your lovely self where the public gets the chance to see you, but I imagine that this isn’t your usual scene.”

“Well, you’re not wrong there…”

“Well, you know the basics about me: pretty-boy model and swimmer, heh. We can get more into my details if you want, but I’d like to know what someone like you is doing down here, and looking as red as a tomato doing it.”

“Mmmph…”

“Too much?” Mika asked.

“No, just…not used to someone paying [i]me[/i] that much attention.”

“I’m sorry to hear that; from what I’m seeing, you should be the center of attention most anywhere you go.”

At this rate, he was going to turn into a vulpine torch. His face felt like it was going to burn from the inside-out, and Kira had to push his milkshake against his cheeks to cool the rising burn. What was going on? This was not how his life went, and he certainly never got this level of flirting anywhere else in his life.

“Heh, sorry. But really, what brings you out here?”

“Honestly?”

“Well, I’d prefer that to a lie. Pretty faces only excuse so much.”

“Oh, god…”

“Sorry, really. Go on.”

“Well…”

Kira ground the cold glass against his cheek for another few seconds before finally putting it down. The blue-furred fox sighed, crossing his arms over his middle as he looked down at the table.

“Frankly, I’ve been…at a loss, of late. There’s very little joy in routine for me, and…I’ve been buried in it lately. Training, pushing myself, trying to be a better person, but there’s only so much that one can get out of that.”

“True. I know how that can go.”

“Hmm.” Kira sighed. “I just…wanted to go somewhere where I didn’t have to think about things as much. But now that I’m here, I’m surrounded by…people. People that are making me think…impure things.”

“Heh, you’re sounding like a Buddhist monk, there.”

“I have studied a fair bit of their teachings, as well as the way of the sword.” He narrowed his eyes as the red wolf smiled. “Say one word about me being a weeb, and I am walking away. Right now.”

“What?” Mika blinked. “Oh, hell no. No, no, no, I wasn’t even thinking of that. I was just thinking that explained why you looked so controlled. No wonder; you’ve been training as a swordsman for a while. That explains a lot.”

“…Oh?”

“Yeah, I’ve been learning some martial arts myself. Not the armed kind, but, you know. Basics.”

“It is…very useful for discipline, for certain,” Kira said, nodding.

“It’s more than useful; it’s nearly essential,” Mika said, leaning back in his chair. “You know that moment where everything just clicks, and your body remembers all those motions without thinking?”

“Oh, yes,” Kira said, and a small smile slipped across his face before he realized it –

“Theeere it is,” Mika said.

“What? What is it?”

“That smile. That’s what I was waiting to see. Looks like that pretty face isn’t made of glass, after all. You can smile as beautifully as you can blush.”

“…You said you’d stop.”

“No, I said I was sorry; I never said I’d stop. Besides, compliments are good for you.”

“Good for raising my blood pressure, maybe.”

“Kira.”

It took everything he had not to yank his hand back as Mika took it. The blush returned with a vengeance, threatening to turn his face from a soft blue to a deep pink in seconds. He could barely bring himself to look across the table at the other male, particularly as the red wolf gently squeezed his hand.

“You are, without a doubt, a beautiful, handsome man. And you’re clearly looking for something. There’s nothing wrong with looking, nor is there anything wrong with taking a little longer to feel comfortable with it.”

“But –”

“What is that old saying? ‘All cherry blossoms will bloom as beautifully as the next, though they will do it in their own time.’ Something like that?”

“…Something like that, yes,” Kira said, nodding as he remembered the old saying.

“Whenever you bloom, that will be the right time for you. All you can do is be you until that happens.” Mika squeezed his hand. “And to be fair, what you are is very easy on the eyes, and very well-put-together, heh. And if you are half as good with the martial arts as you are with your formality, I bet you are doing your teachers proud.”

“…Thank you.”

Mika released his hand, and Kira managed to resist the urge to yank it back across the table. His heart surged with warmth and happiness, and for the first time in far too long, he felt…comfortable. Happy, comfortable, content, all things that he had been all but forbidden with the sheer amount of discomfort in his life: Mika had given them back, and it was a surprisingly precious gift.

He looked at his drink, put it down, and nodded to himself.

“Well, back to the topic at hand. I guess…I came here to find something to make me happy. The swordplay, the meditations, the self-instruction on philosophy: they all…center me, but they don’t give me anything to smile about.”

“Sounds like a very strict life.”

“Sometimes.”

“Anything that takes you out of that?”

“Some gaming, some painting,” Kira said, shrugging. “It…well, it is what it is.”

“Heh. Well…I think that it’s a nice choice.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think that you’ve made some good choices about how to live your life,” Mika said, smiling. “You picked things that gave you a way to see the world differently. You picked hobbies that gave you discipline, focus, and a way to keep pushing forward. And you picked a good time to go on vacation, because I got to meet you.”

“…You really are just…flirting so much,” Kira muttered, looking down.

“Is it working?”

“Mmmph…”

“Tell you what. How about we spend the rest of the meal talking about other stuff besides you – though I could do [i]that[/i] for hours – and instead, we’ll talk about the stuff that we do. You tell me about your hobbies, and I’ll tell you about mine. Nothing else about how gorgeous both of us are –”

“Stooooop.”

“Oh, I will, for a while. No more about that. Swear on my rump.”

Kira lost it at that. He’d been holding it together by the skin of his teeth for nearly an hour, ever since meeting the red wolf in the first place, and that stupid little line pushed him over the edge. The blue fox slumped against the table and just laughed. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, giggling until his stomach hurt from the stupid, stupid, [i]stupid[/i] mental image of Mika swearing a promise by his rump.

By the time that he finally got control of himself again, the entire shake-shack was staring at him, but he no longer cared. Maybe he’d finally laughed his dignity into submission, or maybe that comedy orgasm was all that he needed to finally stop being so stiff and formal about everything. Whatever it was, the arrival of the fries kickstarted the rest of their conversation.

“So, about ‘For Honor’,” Mika started.

#

They arrived at Mika’s apartment two hours later. One hour had been spent in gentle conversation, thirty minutes in playful banter, and the last half-hour in the decision of where they’d go next. The brief consideration of Kira’s room in the hotel had been discarded a few minutes later when it was clear that the blue fox needed that place to remain clean and inviolate, and Mika had been more than willing to offer him a chance to come back to his place.

It was still strange to be invited back to another man’s home, but it was still oddly comforting to walk through the door with his hand held so tightly. Kira closed it behind them, allowing Mika to move close and hug him, and there was a little shiver down his spine as he felt the other man’s stiffness against his groin. It was so rare for things to move that far; he’d never really –

But then the experience was gone, and Mika had gone around the couch to the kitchen on the far side of the open-plan apartment room.

“Would you like a cup of tea to calm down?” the red wolf asked.

“Please…”

He sat down on the couch, taking in the apartment. It wasn’t so bare as to be spartan, but it was certainly less than full. There was a single painting to brighten up one wall, as well as a framed magazine cover on the far end of the apartment nearer to the balcony, but other than that, the walls were bare. A television hung off a metal hook facing toward the couch, and there was an entertainment center directly under it, but that was as much as the living room had.

“I thought you, uh, might have a little more here,” Kira said.

“It’s the thing about modeling,” Mika called back. “You’re either flush or you’re broke, so I tend to keep my money in my account unless I go a little crazy. Never know if I’m going to need to rely on savings for a whole month or not.”

“Fair,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head as he imagined living like that. Hard to imagine being this relaxed if you had to balance your funds that far.

Before he could say anything else, Mika joined him on the couch with a pair of mugs. He passed one over, and Kira took it, all but snorting the relaxing aromas of the green tea coming out. It soothed him, bringing him back down a few notches, something that he was beyond grateful for.

“Heh, not used to this sort of thing?” Mika asked, sitting down by him.

“No. I’m…not used to going back home with someone. It’s…hard for me.”

“Why, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“When I…I feel like I’m just…” Kira sighed, taking a drink of the tea to give himself a moment to think. “For me…I’m worried that my attractions…are things I can’t follow up on. That if I were to pursue something, if it isn’t completely sincere, then I’m just leading the other person on. I feel like I’m doing something almost…evil, or at the very least, something dirty. Something wrong. And it’s…It’s hard for me to get around that.”

“Well, let me reassure you of this, if nothing else,” Mika said.

The red wolf took him by the free hand, scooting a little closer until their knees were touching, facing each other from the two sides of the couch. Kira looked down, only to have his chin lifted.

“I’m not looking for something long. I’m not looking for something that’ll last forever. All I’m looking for is someone that’s lovely, someone that’s going to make my life happier right now, and someone that I can share a good few days with. Do you think that you can stay interested in me long enough for that?”

“Of course.”

“Then you’ll be fine, Kira. Sometimes, you look for the big happiness, and sometimes, you look for the little ones. But both of them can be wonderful.”

Kira nodded, only to be taken completely off-guard as Mika kissed him.

It was soft, gentle, nothing like the desperate kisses that were so often shown in the movies and in fiction. Instead of something hungry, desperate, it was more like the soft question of whether more was allowed. Those lips were soft, gently nudging at his, asking and offering at the same time, but never pushing.

After a moment, Kira lifted his hands and wrapped his arms around the other man. The tea was forgotten, put on the table between them and the TV, and he leaned forward, back, forward, back. They were connected, chests touching, feeling each other through their clothes. Mika was warm, and Kira could feel the same heat spreading through him, something that he’d seldom felt before but was so powerful now.

A kiss.

A touch.

A hug.

Their embrace lasted until Mika lost his balance and fell backward. Kira got the chance to show off, breaking the kiss and catching the other man before he could hit the couch. The red wolf stared up at him, eyes wide in the first bit of surprise that the other man had shown, only to break off with a chuckle.

“Well, I guess we know how follows their exercises more.”

“I just have…good reactions.”

“How about we take this…a bit further?”

“I’d…I’d like that.”

“Heh. Help me up.”

Giving the wolf a little help back to his feet, Kira swung his legs out just in time to watch the red wolf start wiggling his way out of his shorts. They were so tight that nothing had been left to the imagination as it was, but there was still something so…lovely…sensual…beautiful about watching those tight denim shorts sliding down that lovely rump. The cheeks all but bounced free as the tight fabric released them, parted by…nothing. No underwear, or at least, none left behind.

Mika stood up straight, one hand on his hip as they cocked to one side, the muscled buns twitching slightly. Kira looked up at the other man, blushing as his partner for the night slowly turned around, facing him with a half-stiff erection. It wasn’t huge – something that he was thankful for – but it was sizeable enough, about equal to his own, he imagined.

“What do you think?” Mika asked.

“I think…I think I’d like you…to join me on the couch again…”

“Mmm, set the pace, beautiful.”

“Lay down.”

“Gladly.”

Kira gave the red wolf room to get comfortable, watching as he laid on his back. He bit his lips, not quite ready to strip off completely, but he was able to reach down and gradually pull his zipper down. The whole scenario had already gotten him so hard – painfully hard, now that he was paying attention to it – but he still struggled just a little to get it out. His underwear got in the way, and his erection got trapped under the waistband for a second before it finally popped free.

“Mmm, just as beautiful as the rest of you,” Mika said, reaching out and cupping him in the palm of his hand.

It was like electricity coursing through his spine. Kira shivered, his breath caught in his throat as he fought the urge to thrust ahead as the red wolf teased him. A little caress, a little roll of his sac, a gentle tug that pulled him down, down, down –

“Oh!”

He tumbled forward, lying over the red wolf. Their cocks pressed together, and the soft heat that warmed him from below was just enough to keep him throbbing hard. He bit his lips, chuckling nervously, only for Mika to wrap his fingers around both of them, keeping their cocks pressed together.

“Mmmph…”

“Heh, is that better?”

“Much.”

“Good. Now…just take your time…enjoy yourself. We have all the time in the world, Kira.”

He nodded, slowly grinding against the wolf’s shaft. There was something so intimate about just…touching each other that way. The feeling of being cock to cock, ball to ball with another male was something new to him, but…oddly lovely at the same time. There was something different to this sort of intimacy compared to the other ones that he imagined. It was less…binding, more like just…two people enjoying each other. Loving each other, and each other’s bodies.

Thrust. Grind. Thrust. Grind. As much as he pushed down, Mika was pushing up, and the mix of soft and hard flesh, the way that they were so warm, so firm, and yet so giving, was surprisingly powerful. It was so close to just masturbating, and at the same time, so much [i]better.[/i]

Mika leaned up, and he leaned down to meet him. They shared another kiss, their hips finding a rhythm together as they touched, ground together, and fucked the red wolf’s hand all at the same time. Their lips broke apart and found each other again, and Kira moaned as he felt his pleasure rising.

Thrust.

Pulse.

Throb.

Their moans rose as their kisses found greater intensity. There was a hunger to them now, one that would not be denied as they sought each other out. Kira’s lips met Mika’s, and they held the kiss as the wolf’s hand stroked harder, harder, squeezing around both their shafts and pinning them together until –

“Mmmph!”

“Ah!”

They gasped, the heat of their pleasure spilling over their stomachs. They were so close together that it spread, squirting across Mika’s bare belly and over Kira’s shirt. The mild embarrassment faded with the bliss of connection and closeness, and he held the kiss for as long as he could as their bodies shivered, trembled, pressed together as tight as they could.

Of course, it couldn’t last forever. The slime between them drove Kira to slide back, huffing as he did, and Mika chuckled as he sat up as well.

“There’s a shower if you want it…and I can toss your shirt in the wash if you’d like.”

“I’d…really appreciate that.”

“You want to stay the night?”

“…You sure?”

“Of course.”

“…If you’re comfortable…yes, please. Thank you.”

 

 

 



 
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: A rather flustered fox ends up getting teased and played with by a confident red wolf.
 
Tags: M/M, Fox, Red Wolf, Teasing, Voyeurism, Flirtation, Playful, Odd Romance, Butt, Frotting, Orgasm, Cum, Kissing,