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Part 3? Part 3. Drama? Plot? You better believe it.

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"Okay, okay, OKAY!" Aiden snapped at Napoleon. "We're private, okay?"

Napoleon glanced around at the trees around them like there could be fairy's hiding in the leaves, ready to tattle on them.

"What do you want?" Aiden demanded, crossing his arms. He'd been having a very nice morning; he hadn't showered with Jacob before and rather enjoyed being in the water with a naked human.

It gave him ideas.

He was brought back to the present by Napoleon, clicking his tongue repeatedly in growing anticipation._ 'Could you listen for five minutes?'_ he snapped.

Aiden blinked. "What was that?" He meant it only mostly as a taunt, and Napoleon had to visibly swallow a snarl.

'You're gonna pack up your dick and _stop fucking around,'_ Napoleon said. Aiden always liked that he was very much the kind of pokemon to get straight to the point.

Less so now.

"Good one," he snorted.

'I'm being serious, Aiden!' Napoleon growled, stepping forth as his thick tail lashed. He'd hit Aiden with it a few times, and he remembered how similar it was to being clubbed with a wooden bat. 'You're going too far, I can, we _all _can, smell it on you both. Ignoring the looks of fucking shame on your faces. You're going to get him in trouble! You too, what the fuck will Carter do if he finds out what you're doing!?'

Aiden scoffed. "He won't find out, easy peasy."

Napoleon didn't seem so convinced. 'And what were you doing, what?' He took a deep breath, nose wrinkling. 'Fifteen minutes ago?'

"That's real creepy, bro."

'Maybe I don't want to know, but I do anyway. You have to stop.'

"I don't have to listen to you," Aiden said, tail flicking in building agitation. "News flash, he says yes, I say yes. You can't argue with that, buddy."

'Take that damn thing off before someone hears you.'

Aiden rolled his eyes.

'You act like you're human,' Napoleon added, and Aiden froze. 'Strut around, doing all this and all that. You're not human.'

"You…I never even-"

'Take that fucking thing out of your ear!'

"Fine!" Aiden pulled the translator from his ear; it could be removed when he wanted to, like a hearing aid. 'I don't know what's ramming up your ass at the moment, Napoleon. Couldn't beat up Cleo, and now you have to pick a fight with someone you know you can beat?'

'Yeah,' Napoleon growled. 'I can beat you. And I will if you won't listen to reason. You. Are. Going. Too. Far. Sometimes I wonder if you think you ARE human, but you're not. You are not, and if you keep this up, you're going to ruin Jacob's life! You KNOW how humans react to stuff like this. They're so weird about it. If he gets found out, you're going to break everything!'

'Shut the FUCK up, okay? You don't get to tell me how to live my life.'

'I can if you're not acting like a pokemon.'

'Better than being a _pet like you!'_

Napoleon's snarl was more than a warning this time. 'You're calling me a pet when all you do is laze about your human's home being pampered? You're spoiled and act like you can just have anything you want. Leave. Jacob. Alone.'

Aiden didn't respond again. He shoved the earpiece back in and stormed off, ducking just in case Napoleon tried to shoot him in the back.

He didn't, and he escaped back to the beach untouched.

Knowing Napoleon was looking and smelling and the lingering things unsaid after their last go with Carter in the room, Aiden and Jacob left each other alone for the rest of the beach trip, scarcely even an argument to be heard.

As they began to pack up their things and get ready to return to civilization, Carter pulled Jacob aside at a smaller cove elsewhere on the beach strip.

"Did you have fun?" Carter asked, skipping some flat stones into the tide, seeing how many times he could make the rock bounce.

"Yeah, it was a great holiday. Thanks for taking us all out here," Jacob said positively, nary a snarky comment to make. He tossed a stone of his own and broke Carter's record.

"How dare you?" Carter laughed and began skipping as many as he could to win back his crown.

"Not hard to convince you to do something nice," Jacob joked, tossing another stone absentmindedly and breaking his previous record. He hid a smile at Carter's outrage.

"I am pretty great," Carter agreed, not giving up.

"You are," Jacob nodded. "So, why take me out here? I can't imagine you wanted to be beaten in the stone-skipping competition that badly?"

Carter frowned at that, but his smile returned. "Just wanted to check in on you. It's been a bit since Kyle, you okay?"

Jacob's body language was hard to read if you didn't know him well; he turned to grab another rock as soon as Carter began to say that, shielding his expression until he skipped another rock. It was a little more aggressive this time and didn't skip as much.

"I'm fine," he said. "Really," he added, hearing himself and laughing. "I know when people say that it's the opposite, but I'm serious. He's…behind me now. Moving on, you get that?"

Carter nodded, relieved. "I'm glad. It didn't, uh, occur to me that the last time we went out to the beach house was with him. I didn't realise until Jess mentioned it, actually."

Jacob snorted at Carter's buneary-eyed apologetic look. "You know, I didn't even realise that until you just said it then." He hadn't been there when Jess had been talking about that, apparently.

Carter's expression didn't ease up, however. "Oh, uh. Okay."

"Why?"

"Well…you've just been a little quiet the past couple of days; I was wondering if you were okay and thought maybe that's what it was. It's not, though?"

For a moment, Jacob looked like the stantler in the headlights. Carter blinked, and the expression was entirely gone. "Have I? Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to make you think I wasn't having fun. Just a relaxing holiday, rather than playing beach volleyball all day."

It was true, he hadn't joined in on many of the more intensive games, and Carter grinned. "That's your excuse for slacking off?"

"Holiday," Jacob sang and tossed another stone. Fifteen skips, Carter would never top that. "I can't run in sand, you know that."

"Because it's coarse and rough and gets everywhere," Carter sang back. Jacob gave him a filthy look filled with disappointment. Carter stuck his tongue out, threw his last rock, and challenged Jacob to a race back to camp.

"I can't run on rocks either!" Jacob gasped as he ran after Carter.

All things considered, it was a nice holiday.

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It'd been days since he'd gotten off, feeling a frustrating mix of shame, awkwardness, and exhaustion throughout the rest of the beach trip that stayed his hand every night.

Thus, the first thing Jacob did when he was dropped off at home was to plant himself at his computer, unzip his pants, and begin scrolling.

He went to the trusty old crank sites, scrolled through a series of men on men videos, slowly pumping his cock as it gleefully sprang to life.

The images were nice and fun, but he couldn't quite find anything he felt like jacking off to, the previews not tantalizing him enough.

He tried looking up some more specific stuff, kinkier things that he enjoyed when in certain moods. He was not in these moods, however.

He knew what mood he was in. Which was odd because he'd never been in it before.

Jacob tried to jerk off to some public use porn but clicked out of it and placed his cursor in the search bar.

Pokemon Sex Videos

His heart was pounding as the webpage loaded, offering him things he'd only looked at the one time out of horny curiosity. It hadn't been for him back then.

He scanned the first site, tried to think with his brain and not with his dick, failed, and clicked into it.

Jacob felt his face grow hot as he was presented with hundreds upon thousands of lewd videos.

Lopussy

Me and my cario

Working out with Machamp

Wild Pokemon Sex

Many of them were pokemon on pokemon, but there were plenty that involved humans. He switched the site to gay content and began to scroll, feeling nervous for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

Before his innocent eyes were video titles that popped out to him like ads did.

Biggest & Best Pokemon Cumshots cumpilation #8

Jacking off with my lucario

Mightyena and Charmeleon

Femboi lopunny under the table

I FUCK MY POKEMON WHILE MY GF IS AT WORK

Charizard

Lucario Owes Zoroark

Gloryhole Blowjob From Lucario (he has no idea!!)

Kai topping cumpilation

He stared at the previews. Seeing a guy stroke the slit of an aerodactyl until its cock began to poke out, long and dripping as the creature shivered. Two lucario fucking furiously in an apartment. A guy pounding at a keening eevee before getting 'caught' by an umbreon who joined in.

Eeveelution's were popular, actually. He actually watched one that started as a jolteon humping a pillow before being caught and then jacked up, his knot throwing in the man's hand, hips thrusting wildly into that warm, tight grip.

Eventually, his interests rose up again, and he went to the local search bar and typed in just one word.

Buizel

Didn't take long for him to find a bunch of videos, mostly from an account called Mr Smile.

He hated the buizel's cocky grin as he pointed to his sheath; it reminded him of someone. The buizel wasn't fucking any humans that he could find, but the energy and passion of the little guy topping so many bigger ones, even his own evolved form, brought Jacob to the brink.

He wound up looking for something specifically with a human and, in his lust-addled need, just clicked on anything that looked promising, the human actually fucking a squeaking little buizel, the orange pokemon quivering as he painted the bed in a powerful orgasm, Jacob joining him with a cry as he unloaded all over himself.

Post-nut clarity didn't hit as hard as he might have expected.

There was a flush of confusion throughout him, a little similar to what he felt after having sex with Aiden. A tingling that he enjoyed but didn't really accept that he did.

He left his pants down as he changed the website.

Stories of humans having sex with pokemon

Pokephilia stories

Real Pokephilia stories

Relationship with a pokemon

There were some…interesting stories that he found. The first search brought him to old Sinnoh stories, and everyone knew about them. Also found a bunch of legal reports that he didn't look at. Pokephilia was a grey area in a lot of places, and the laws were difficult to work out sometimes.

The pokephilia stories brought him to various fiction websites before he looked for real ones. The stories of people having sex with their pokemon while on journeys, exploring sexuality, bonding in those ways, those were really fascinating, and he wound up jerking off again to a story of a man with a lycanroc and banette.

After that, he felt a bit more confused, less good, more post-nut clarity. He looked into buizel stories, and the weird feeling softened up a bit.

Thus, he searched for the fourth result, away from stories about having sex with pokemon and something that honestly felt even more taboo. Sex was fun, natural, and pokemon were more than capable of consenting.

He read a blog of someone who fell in love with his arbok. That one caught his eye, as there were plenty of stories about lucario, gardevoir, lopunny, and he'd seen plenty of those in the sex sites. An arbok was a bit different, and he found himself investing the rest of the evening reading the story.

Started out tense and unfriendly before forging a bond on the road that seemed to develop naturally into a closeness that led to exploration.

Apparently, arbok had two dicks as well. The frank mention of that in an otherwise relatively tame story caused him to laugh, and that lightened a weight on his chest he didn't know he had. There was still a normal life like that, just their partner was a big scary serpent.

It was around 3AM before he finally stopped reading stories and lay in bed, puzzling over his thoughts and feelings.

"I don't like Aiden," Jacob thought, and that felt like it was right. "He's a dick. A bully. He's always given me a hard time, and…why? He likes Carter too. Immature brat."

There was something else, however.

"Okay, he can be pretty funny at times. He's good at video games; side note never tell him that. And, okay, really good at fucking. Only let him know that in ironic ways, he's got a big enough head. And a big enough di-no! He's…I don't know. An asshole? I kinda like arguing with him until it gets hurtful. I hate how he always has to have the last word and be 'better'. Yeah…there's things about him that are fine, but he's a dick, and that's not going to change."

He rolled over in bed, satisfied. Things had been a bit weird between them since fucking near Carter, and he wondered if maybe that was the end of it. They'd gone too close to crossing a line, and that meant it would stop.

Probably would be for the best. Go back to just arguing and picking on each other or just ignoring each other. It'd stop the funny feeling in his chest that he reasoned away as nervousness about being caught doing it. Doing him.

Yeah….

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Jacob stuck to text, phone and computer-based, rather than seeing Carter in person over the next few days. He felt like a few days to himself would do everyone some good, so he cleaned his motorcycle and ignored Rick's memes about cyclists on the roads.

He hadn't taken it to the beach because he could hardly carry much with it. And driving alone felt depressing; he didn't have a car licence anyway.

Still, with the social butterfly covered in glue that Carter was, it only took a couple days before he decided to do to Jacob what he did to Carter.

Show up unannounced.

Really, Jacob should have expected such a fair turnabout eventually. Everyone went to Carter's place due to its multiple floors, jacuzzi, and all the nice comfortable things.

Jacob's own place was just a small one-bedroom place. He had enough space and didn't need massive rooms to fill with air and empty dreams. He had his worn old couch that every time Carter had seen it, he wanted to buy him a new one, but Jacob liked it.

It had character.

"Still got the couch?" Carter said, right after Jacob answered the door. He was peering over his shoulder scrutinizingly, and Jacob blinked.

"Hello to you too," he replied.

"Sup loser." Jacob's eyes flicked down to the orange bastard loitering by Carter's legs.

"Carter, I think you've picked up a stray."

Carter snorted at him as Jacob stepped out of the way. "Pets wipe their feet," he snarked at Aiden.

"You heard him, Carter," Aiden replied easily. Carter wiped his feet, and Jacob groaned.

"I can't believe you," he sighed, weary of his foolish friend playing along with his evil pokemon. "Well, get comfortable, I guess. Nothing from Pottery Barn, but if you break it, you buy it."

Carter's eyes glinted. "Okay." The moment Jacob turned his back and hadn't even walked off, just turned around, he said. "Aiden, can you break his couch?"

"Ohh, I think we could break it," he purred, the sound sending a shiver up Jacob's spine before he spun around on them.

"Leave the couch alone; what has it done to you?"

"Make me require a tetanus shot?" Carter asked.

"Affront his delicate high-breed eyes?" Aiden added, nudging Carter in the waist. Carter slapped his paws away from him, tickling.

"They're not delicate," he scoffed. "You wouldn't believe the things I've seen. But that COUCH is an affront to my refined tastes."

Jacob rolled his eyes and gave Carter a gentle shove, the bigger man just flopping back with an overdone yelp, crashing into the couch. "Help, I'm sinking into cheap cushioning and may never come out." He then gasped as Aiden jumped up as well, landing on his chest and forcing him further into it.

"Play nice boys," Jacob said, drifting off to the kitchen.

"Jacob, help the stray is attacking me!"

"Shouldn't have fed it then."

"Suck my dick," Aiden yelled out to Jacob. It was normal enough that he didn't even react; Aiden had said that before. Many times. Before Jacob could remember what that was like.

The delayed reaction of that occurring to him nearly made him drop the cups he was holding, but he managed to keep ahold of them.

"Suck your own," Jacob said, setting them down on his table to stare at the two. Aiden was busy trying to suffocate a struggling Carter with a cushion; somehow, Jacob wasn't too concerned.

"Lemonade?" Aiden said, dropping the cushion and scampering across. "Thanks, dickbreath!"

"Good one, stray."

"It's 'the best one', thank you very much."

"Didn't know that was how you say simp in pokemon language."

"It's actually 'Jacob'."

Jacob went to retort, but Carter snorted. "Took you two just seconds to start taunting each other."

"It's fun." Aiden shrugged. "Almost as fun as choking you with a cushion."

"Have I mentioned that Aiden has been moping the past few days with you leaving us on read?" Carter said smoothly. The buizel's collar puffed up in rage as he spluttered.

"I have NOT been moping."

"You were listening to Christine Andsworth. That's moping."

"She sings to my soul."

"Moping soul."

"Fuck you in every way but the good way!"

"I get it now," Carter laughed. "It is kinda fun to watch you get all puffed up." He poked at Aiden's collar, and Aiden deflated it in protest, pulling a pout from Carter. "You so rarely do that."

"That's because you're mean and awful and don't let me have cheese in the middle of the night."

"What is wrong with you?" Jacob asked sternly. "That's the best time for cheese!"

"The last time he had cheese," Carter said patiently, but with the air of someone weary of this discussion. "He stayed up all night and then puked in the morning. We had 50 slices of cheese; how did you eat it all?"

Aiden was drooling a little. "Cheese," he murmured, eyes glazed.

Jacob shook his head sadly at Carter. He'd never imagined his friend could be so evil.

"Okay, I'm going to have to destroy you both in Mario Kart now. Get your switch!"

Jacob grinned and sprang to his feet, going off to his room to grab it and bring it back to hook into his lounge television. Carter had brought his and Aiden's with him, and they set up a game quickly.

As usual, they were evenly matched.

Jacob played cautiously, trying to stay in second place to avoid the dreaded blue shell. He once heard the telltale sounds of its approach in first place and tried to break to slip into second.

Instead, it locked onto him, and Carter passed him with a laugh, the explosion adding the extra insult of throwing Jacob off a cliff.

Aiden played aggressively, bumping into people like he was at a carnival bumper car ride and flinging shells and bananas with reckless abandon. He managed to hit himself with a red shell.

And Carter was strategic, really good at aiming and throwing green shells and leaving bananas in terribly inconvenient places. He knew all the tricks to gain a little ground, but the occasional failure would set him back severely.

It was a fun time, and they played through the morning, Jacob still in his pyjamas and not caring. Carter was often still in them when he came around, and Aiden was always naked.

"Just relaxing in my birthday suit," he said whenever that was pointed out, usually by Jacob.

"Ookay," Carter said, leaning back and tossing his Switch controls aside. "I'm hungry." He rubbed his legs before jumping to his feet. "Ladies."

He stepped over Aiden lying on his belly on the carpet and pulled his keys out.

"What are you getting?" Jacob asked, eyes still on the screen as Carter was logged out.

"Uhdunno." Carter shrugged. "I'll work it out."

"Get extra," Aiden said, eyes also glued on the screen.

"Could just order?" Jacob said. "Or are you still deciding against forking out the extra for delivery?"

"It's not the delivery costs," Carter snorted, shaking his head. They had this conversation literally every time.

"It's your sweet ride," Aiden sang. "And you have to show it off."

"Never know when I might catch the eye of a babe."

Jacob snorted.

"Fuck off," Carter laughed. "I'll be back whenever, have fun. Don't murder each other, okay? I'm not paying to clean your house." The door closed behind him, obscuring Jacob and Aiden's response.

"Didn't even ask us to come," Jacob said, pouting slightly.

"Carter's on a random food fix lately," Aiden said. "That or he's getting something super expensive and doesn't want you to do that thing you do."

"What thing?"

"That whole 'ah, jeez, you know you're my best friend because I like you as a person, not because you're rich, I'll suck your cock plz.' That thing."

"I don't say any of that!"

"You look like you're thinking it."

Jacob glared at the screen and used a star, and aimed himself right at Aiden's character. "Gotcha!"

Aiden was then hit by lightning; everyone was, except Jacob, who was still invulnerable. He cheered and raced over all the tiny characters, taking the lead with ease. "Suck it."

Aiden snorted, tail tips flicking against Jacob's leg, flopping up several times, tails resting on his left leg. He found himself very aware of the presence of fur against him and lost some concentration.

Enough that Aiden was able to nail him with a banana and swing into first place, right near the end. "Fuck!" Jacob hollered, but it was too late.

"Now, who's sucking?" Aiden said, his voice carrying the smirk Jacob couldn't see but knew he had.

"Rematch," Jacob snapped.

"Then you'll suck?"

The words were said lightly, teasing, and they sent a shock up Jacob's spine. Aiden had turned his head and upper body. He was a very limber creature, his leg lifted slightly as he contorted, showing a hint of male.

Jacob's eyes fell on his sheath and balls for a moment longer; his mind flipped back to a few of the videos he had seen. His mouth watered unconsciously, and he felt a tingle through his dick. He snapped back to attention quickly, eyeing the screen again.

"Fuck off," he said, although it was the same way they said it now. Lacking the barbed edge their conversations used to have, something regular and comfortable. "You'll suck when I beat your ass."

Aiden's eyes glinted mischievously, and he flipped back to his controller. "You're on; loser sucks the winner off."

They picked just one map to play, by random.

"Are you serious?" Jacob asked, his stomach feeling funny again. Rather hot, his skin prickled sensitively.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Aiden asked, facing the screen.

Jacob wasn't sure what to answer that with.

Because of what happened last time?

Were things weird before?

You barely looked at me the rest of the trip? I guess I didn't exactly look at you much.

That we should stop?

Why would you want to, you heard what Kyle-

His heart lurched, and he missed the beginning of the match, falling into seventh but getting a royal mushroom to speed up with.

They were on a track map, no loops. Simply a fight to the finish line.

Jacob lost. Not that he didn't try, he kinda liked the idea of Aiden glaring up at him as he sucked him off. The beginning had cost him, and he gave a sigh that was probably a little exaggerated.

"Pfft, yeah, sigh again. You lost on purpose, too hungry for this pokemon dick?" Aiden leaned up onto both legs and jutted his hips out, letting his junk flop a little.

"I got distracted," Jacob grumbled.

"Thinking about choking on my dick?"

Jacob's eyes turned to him with a glare that spun into a smirk. He suddenly lurched forwards, grabbing the unprepared buizel by the arms and lifting him up.

"Hey!" Aiden snapped. "Don't monhandle me."

"It's manhandle," Jacob corrected, tucking him under one arm. "You're so small, I can carry you with one arm."

"I'm a pokemon. I do that clever, cute thing where I replace obvious words with pokemon stuff. Monhandle, high paw, suck my sheath, that kind of thing."

"Thanks for the education." Jacob tossed Aiden onto his bed, the buizel falling with a yelp into his sheets. His muzzle was buried in there, and he took a deep breath as Jacob was distracted, smelling the scent of Jacob, hips grinding forth slowly into his soft blanket.

He enjoyed that for a little too long, and Jacob cleared his throat curtly, and Aiden blushed under his fur, flipped himself onto his back, and hid it with a smirk. "Loser sucks," he sang, pointing a paw at his stirring sheath.

Already the tip was peeking out, and he murred as Jacob's familiar hand wrapped around it. "Hands are better than paws, aren't they?" he asked, leaning in to mist his breath over Aiden's face.

"Paws are pretty good, ah," Aiden retorted, slipping his paws up Jacob's face, silky smooth paw pads caressing his skin.

Jacob's attempt at turning the dirty talk on Aiden stuttered to a stop as the surprisingly intimate touch heated his face up like a red-light district.

Aiden, of course, proceeded to ruin that by laughing at him. "Now shut up and suck my dick." He thrust his hips, pushing more slippery heat into Jacob's hand, poking through his fingers to graze his neck with the tip.

Jacob's flush receded slightly, and his eyes narrowed as a thought occurred to him before he smirked. "If that's what you want, winner takes all." He pulled back enough to graze his lips on Aiden's tip. He kept his eyes on Aiden's as he slowly rubbed the leaky tip against his lips, wetting them with his precum.

His tongue flicked out to lick the precum off his lips before he did it again, just continuously grazing Aiden's tip against his lip, smearing his precum like lip balm before licking it off. Aiden's taunts failed in his chest as he watched that, one of Jacob's eyebrows raised as if asking why he wasn't just taking charge and thrusting into his mouth.

"The, ah, the winner shouldn't have to work," Aiden scoffed, tail flicking against Jacob's chest. "Come on, don't know how long Carter will be. Suck me off."

Jacob poked his tongue out in a slight blep.

"That's not sucking."

A smile twitched at Jacob's lips. Aiden wasn't fully out of his sheath. Jacob's hand was wrapped against the squishy, fuzzy home for the buizel's pride, holding it partially in place as he teased at his tip relentlessly.

He poked his tongue out as far as it could go. Not as far as Aiden's could, Jacob knew that through pure experience. His tongue was much larger, flatter, and could attack more of something at once.

He didn't do as asked and go down and suck; rather, he dragged his tongue down Aiden's dick, down where a bead of precum had dripped down to his sheath. He moved his hand slightly, pumping the sheath up and down, revealing more of Aiden's dick to his eager tongue, the taste of the buizel thin but somehow intense.

His musk didn't leave him lightheaded like some guys had, but Aiden had even funner ways of doing that to him. There was a tang to it, the build-up of smells left in fur, that gave him a distinctively inhuman smell.

His cock was thinner at the top and thickened out a little as it went. There was a smoothness to it that left him able to feel the veins when they bulged along his tongue. A slickness to the whole spire of flesh. Everything about him was as far removed from a human as Jacob could imagine, and he loved it.

His tongue teased the rim of his sheath, Aiden's cock straining more against it, and he couldn't pump the sheath as far. He could, however, drag his tongue down and then pull the sheath up and over his tongue.

"Ah, f-f-fuck!" Aiden yelped as Jacob's tongue went into his sheath, and he began to move his head. Rather than up to down that he was used to, Jacob went side to side, scrubbing at his inner sheath with his tongue and causing the buizel to squirm, legs kicking gently as he was stimulated.

His heated cock throbbed against his face, dribbling a lot of precum down the crook of his nose and down over his lips. Once Jacob had cleaned enough, he released Aiden's sheath. It pulled back immediately, exposing the whole thing to his mouth and fingers.

Jacob took Aiden's cock between both hands and finally opened his mouth and sucked him down to the sheath in one gulp, Aiden's paws clutching onto his head as he gave a full-body shudder, moaning Jacob's name.

That sent a lovely thrill down his spine. Aiden so rarely referred to him by his actual name.

He began to bob his head, Aiden's paws tussling through his hair, twitching, gasping, and moaning. He seemed to be low on the dirty talk today, and Jacob knew how he could fix that.

His mouth popped off Aiden with a loud sound, and he leaned up, looming over the panting buizel as he caught his own breath.

"What?" Aiden said, a half-smirk curling his face. "Can't be tired already."

His grin turned nervous as Jacob loomed over him more. "What are you-" He yelped as Jacob suddenly pinned him to the bed, hands pressing onto his wrists and hoisting himself fully onto the bed. "Hey, get ooph!"

Buizel weren't the largest of pokemon, and so Aiden was unprepared for Jacob to sit on him, covered butt grinding against Aiden's cock. He was in his pyjamas, his silky smooth bottoms.

"You're kinda hot underneath me," Jacob teased, his mind flipping to the last buizel video he had watched that night. It had been a dominant human. He normally bottomed and always had for Kyle. He wasn't just the receiver, however.

He kept his hands pinning Aiden, searching him for discomfort as he rubbed his butt against his dick. "You like?"

"Fuck yeah," Aiden replied, voice going low and husky with effort. He was flushing so hard that Jacob could see it on his nose, ears, and around his eyes. He seemed to enjoy this a great deal. "Oooh, fuck yeah!" He grinded his hips, and despite the size difference between them, and Aiden's pampered nature, he was still a pokemon and had impressive strength for his size, able to shift Jacob.

Aiden began to thrust, grinding his cock against Jacob's clothes, matting it with precum that also dripped down over his sheath and balls. His presses began to get more forceful and strong until Jacob felt himself actually getting rocked back and forth.

His own dick strained hard against his loose clothing, tenting his pants out in front of Aiden's eyes, but his paws were held down.

Jacob bit his lip, cock twitching in his clothes. He loved to ride but really loved it when the guy underneath him could still rock him, and Aiden being so much smaller than him was a turn-on he hadn't expected.

He could feel Aiden tensing against his hands. He was losing his hold on him, the buizel thrusting desperately up against him with enough force to rattle him until finally, one of his hands slipped off in a need to balance himself.

Aiden immediately pushed and flipped them over, Jacob's head landing on a pillow with a grunt of surprise before he felt paws scrabbling up his body.

Aiden was too riled up to wait around to prepare him, and he scampered up to his head and planted both feet on either side of his neck, tilting Jacob's mouth open before thrusting his cock down.

Jacob gagged as his throat was savaged suddenly, and Aiden cooed. "Yeah, choke on that thick fuckin buizel cock." He rubbed Jacob's forehead as he began to fuck his throat, the tender touch at odds with how hard he was fucking his mouth, balls bouncing off his chin with every thrust.

Aiden's knees were caressing his jawbones, and paws were running through his hair, Aiden leaning down further and further on him, covering his nose and face with buizel belly and spreading his scent all over him.

Aiden began to lick at the top of Jacob's head as his thrusts began to grow shallow, rapid pumps of his hips with most of his cock remaining in the human's sucking mouth. He squeezed his eyes closed, whispering against his ears before yelping loudly.

He gripped Jacob's head and gave a few harsh thrusts into his throat, cock painting his throat white before pulling back suddenly, wrenching his dick free and beginning to rapidly stroke his, hips still thrusting against his cheek and lips as he sprayed his watery cum all over Jacob's face, giving him a warm coating of buizel seed.

Jacob caught as much of it in his mouth as he could before grabbing onto Aiden's dick and guiding it back into his mouth, suckling gently on it as he released the rest of his load; Aiden's grunts and groans music to his ears.

Aiden sighed in relief as his balls emptied their load, and he leaned back, resting down on Jacob's heaving chest, head resting against a hard wet spot for a moment. He nuzzled Jacob's cock and opened his mouth to offer to give the loser a consolation prize.

Then the door to the house, not the room, slammed open, and Carter yelled out. "I brought mini quiches!"

Aiden immediately sprang off his chest in a panic as Jacob froze for a moment before rolling off his bed and hitting the floor. He bit back a curse as Aiden looked ready to bolt out the window the moment the door began to move.

"Guys? Where are you?"

"I'm in the shower!" Jacob yelled, dashing into his ensuite bathroom.

"Oh, okay…why?"

Aiden heard Carter begin to approach the room, and he glanced down at his traitorous dick still hanging out. He dove under the bed before realising that even Carter would smell the evidence of their action if he came into the room.

He knew he couldn't just walk out with a half-boner, though.

He ripped Carter's closet open and pulled on a pair of old shorts he had, and strolled to the door, brushing his fur down swiftly in an attempt to look normal.

Aiden jumped up and opened the door by its knob before Carter could get there, thankfully he'd moved to the kitchen instead to grab plates, leaving the food on the table in the living room.

Aiden strolled out smoothly and closed the door behind him, nosing his way to the food and hoping he looked normal.

As he was wearing shorts, he did not.

"Why are you wearing that?" Carter asked, puzzled as he blinked at Aiden with little booty shorts on.

"I've decided I'm going to start wearing clothes now," Aiden replied easily. "I'm sick of Jacob saying no shirt, no shoes, no service whenever we go anywhere."

"You're…not wearing shoes or a shirt," Carter pointed out. "And, wait, were you going through his clothes while he was in the shower?"

"What else am I going to do?" Aiden asked, shrugging. "Play Mario Kart on my own? That's depressing."

Carter shrugged and brought over sauce as well; they began to dig in until Jacob slunk out of his room, shame written all over his face. Under the soap and clean, Aiden could pick up the now-familiar scent of Jacob's cum and knew he'd jacked off while in the shower.

He was kinda proud of that, really.

Jacob paused when he saw Aiden wearing shorts. "Did you go through my closet?"

"Yep."

"And took…those."

"I'm not surprised they fit me; you're what the kids call a twink."

"I am fucking not! And, besides that, those are from my pre-teens. Tiny baby mon."

Aiden flipped him off with a paw. "It's tiny baby man."

"I know what I said, bro."

"You got it, man."

"You two never let up, do you?" Carter shook his head, amused. Jacob and Aiden laughed, and Carter gestured for Jacob to sit. "Plant your ass there and get something to eat. Let me tell you about what I saw on the drive into town!"

Jacob and Aiden exchanged a careful look as Carter began to describe three different car accidents he narrowly avoided.

Jacob could still taste salt on his lips, and it had nothing to do with the quiches.

It felt dangerous, but he feared he was getting addicted to the thrill. The heated look Aiden sent him when Carter moved to get some napkins only reinforced that.

That was another one Aiden owed him, and Jacob had to cross his legs to avoid showing how he felt about that.

---

Things continued like that for a while.

Jacob and Aiden would argue, get heated, and work out that frustration together.

It was even harder to resist when the others were around. They fucked at the Christmas party behind the tree. It was fortunate that Carter only chose the absolute biggest one he could find.

They went out for a fancy dinner for Dan's birthday. The restaurant was more than a little snooty, and Aiden had been asked to be placed in a pokeball and taken to a pokemon playroom. Carter ended up slipping the waiter a little bit extra to waive that requirement, but it had soured Aiden's mood considerably, and Jacob couldn't help but poke at him until they went behind the restaurant and 'made up.

It was a fun time and Jacob, despite the stress of the idea of getting caught, found himself happier than he'd been in the past…he couldn't even remember.

Kyle was like a bad dream that only cropped up in his head now and then, rather than a dark cloud constantly raining on him.

Carter seemed to be happier too. The guy was frustratingly sharp and always seemed to know when Jacob's smile was a little put on. He tended to not confront him over that, but Jacob felt like he was being bubble wrapped at times. Carter was getting a little more jokesy again, sending him semi-offensive memes that Jacob found hilarious.

It was some good times.

This meant, of course, for something bad to happen.

Rick and Jess had organised a picnic and some training. No one was a professional trainer, but those two enjoyed keeping their mons at least reasonably sharp.

Aiden had taken to occasionally wearing clothes. He looked silly until Carter had gotten him fitted, then he looked only mostly silly. He tended to only wear them casually, however.

He was wearing a vest today. Just a vest, nothing more, but the sight of it seemed to spark an issue.

"Vap Vape vaporeon!" Napoleon was up in Aiden's face and barking something furious at him. Everyone knew that Aiden wasn't a fighter and just backed down or got out of dodge whenever one of the other pokemon tried to see if he'd like to spar.

This time, however.

He ripped his translator out and began shouting back at Napoleon, bui's and vap's cresting across the idyllic little hill that Dina had found and picked out for their day.

Napoleon ended up snarling something that everyone, even the humans, knew was a seriously nasty thing. Aiden's eyes went wide before his face went blank. A moment passed, and Aiden scoffed and turned around.

Napoleon continued snarling, and Aiden spun back on him and spat a sharp jet of water, striking the vaporeon in the eye.

That was a mistake.

Aiden was not a fighter, but Napoleon very much was.

Before Carter and Rick were able to separate them, Napoleon was pinning Aiden to the ground and biting at his ruff, receiving freezing punches and nasty kicks as they struggled on the ground.

Carter could barely keep hold of Aiden as he writhed against his hold, still screaming something in pokemon at Napoleon, who broke out of Rick's arms to launch into an Aqua Jet, being caught by a Pokeball recall beam before he could reach them.

Unfortunately, it wasn't done there.

"What the FUCK is wrong with him!" Jacob had run onto the battlefield as well, having helped pull Napoleon off Aiden. After the enraged vaporeon had been contained, Jacob had spun on Rick.

"I-I don't know," Rick spluttered, stunned at what had just happened and the sight of a now-enraged Jacob.

"You don't KNOW?" Jacob yelled. "Napoleon has been aggravating Aiden for weeks now, and you're saying you don't know!?"

"I don't know what to tell you," Rick said, taking a step back and holding the Pokeball protectively. "He's never been like that before, just let me talk to-"

"FUCK that! He doesn't get to explain." Everyone was staring, including Aiden, who didn't look happy with this development. "You're going to get a handle on that fucking thing, or I am calling the-"

"JACOB!" Aiden yelled, translator back in his ear and freed from Carter's hold. His vest had been torn mostly in half and hung off his back. "Drop it, okay! This isn't any of your business." He was scraped and bleeding from bite marks and water blasts, chest heaving and eyes bright with pain.

"What the fuck happened?" Jacob demanded. "What was he saying?"

"Oh, NOW you care what he was saying."

"Yes, I care, he just-" Jacob paused, suddenly becoming aware of everyone's eyes on him. "I, you, he…FUCK!"

"Yeah fuck, that wasn't any of your business." Aiden then snarled at everyone. "NONE OF YOURS! He wanted a fight, and I wanted a fight. You never break up anyone else."

"He was…tearing you apart," Jacob spat out. "Look at you! When do YOU pick a fight like that? He could have seriously hurt you."

"Well, that was MY CHOICE, now wasn't it?"

"Aiden," Carter said quietly. "You're not…like this."

"Oh fuck you too."

"Back off!" Jacob snapped.

Aiden spun back to him. "Don't tell me what to do! I'm talking to Carter, NOT you."

Jacob's expression darkened, and he made a frustrated sound. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Aiden stiffened slightly, tail the only motion as it lashed. He didn't mean to say that. Not any of it.

Jacob had gone a murky pink for a moment, and his voice turned spiteful. "That's what Kyle used to say," he said. Aiden actually flinched.

Jacob spun around and walked off, muttering and cursing under his breath.

He ignored everything and jumped onto his motorcycle, started it up, and raced off. His phone began to buzz at one point, but he ignored it.

His phone buzzed a lot even after he stopped riding his motorcycle. He didn't pick up.

Carter decided maybe he could give Jacob a day to cool off and then talk. When he didn't respond to any messages, he came around to his house. Aiden elected not to join him.

Jacob was not there.

That was concerning and reminded him of how Jacob had spiralled after he finally left Kyle. Disappearing for nearly a week before coming back and locking himself in his house for a month.

What concerned him, even more, was how Aiden was reacting. The buizel was either very mad or extremely upset and just cycled between them for over a whole week.

It was eight days since they had seen or heard from Jacob that Carter finally decided enough was enough.

"Aiden," he said, calling into his room where Aiden was buried in blankets. He sighed and walked down the stairs, finding the buizel's tail hanging limply. It flicked as he touched him, and he grabbed it and yanked him out.

"Ow, dickhole, fuck that hurt!"

Aiden rubbed his abused tail as Carter crossed his arms and tried to look stern before his expression changed, and he sat down on his bed instead.

"What's going on with you and Jacob?" he asked. "Because I know something is."

"He's an asshole that I hate?"

"What's really going on?" Carter asked gently.

Aiden didn't answer.

"I don't care what, but please just tell me."

Aiden didn't respond.

"Aiden, I've known you both for years, and I'm not…stupid. Please?"

Aiden didn't respond.

Slowly, however, he began to raise his head. He glanced at Carter shamefully before glancing away. "I…"

Carter waited patiently.

---

"I hate everything," Jacob groaned, laying down on the drama couch.

That was literally what they all called it. Jess had a particularly long, somewhat comfortable, thin couch that she liked to practice some amateur counselling services in her own words.

Her friends were welcome to sit down on it and talk about anything, no judgement. Just some needed venting with a little advice if they wanted it.

She'd been very relieved when he turned up at her front door, rather dishevelled and looking like a growlithe that had been kicked in the ribs, and asked if they could talk.

"Why do you hate everything?" she asked, sitting on a much more comfortable squashy armchair. She even had placed her thinking glasses on, really selling the part.

"It all sucks. I hate it."

"That sounds difficult." She didn't have a clipboard; she was still there as his friend. "What brought this on?"

Jacob didn't answer that. "So, I went to the capital. I wanted to just go to a sketchy bar and find a guy to fuck and feel good and be done with it."

"Done with what?"

"Feeling like shit."

"Why do you feel like shit?"

Jacob hesitated, but this time he answered. "Okay, so…I've sort of been seeing someone recently."

Jess sat up sharply. Jacob had avoided dating since Kyle, even flings he denied having anymore. "Spill."

"I…no."

She deflated a little, but that was okay. Here to help, not to hear the tea. "So, what happened to make you head out to find some random guy to fuck?"

"I…we…well, it was nothing serious. Just…fun, you know?" She nodded. "I don't actually like the guy; he's an asshole. But a good fuck." She nodded; good to know. "And we argue a lot. I was, uh, I was having a bad day that other day."

"Did you have a fight with him?"

The question was laid out simply, a honey-covered trap he felt. He had to be careful.

"Yeah, before I came to the picnic. I think that's why I got so mad at the fight; I was already on edge."

She nodded. "And seeing Aiden get hurt like that just tipped you over the edge."

"Well…not him specifically, just in general." It was a lie, a painful one to say because Jess was so nice, and she knew everything.

Still, her eyes were sympathetic, so he felt like he was getting away with it. No one would suspect he was feeling this way over Aiden; the lie was too easy to sell.

"So, you went out to find some guy to fuck. How'd it go?"

Jacob shifted uncomfortably. "I…I didn't. I got there, I found a great place and chatted up some guys who were definitely interested. I got one, we were about to jump on my motorcycle, and I just felt…disgusting."

She nodded sympathetically. "Didn't go through with it?" He shook his head. "I blew him off, uh metaphorically, and just rode off. I tried another place, but I basically just walked in and walked out. After that, I just rode around until I came back."

He looked like a lost little puppy with wide, pleading eyes, and Jess's heart ached for that. It reminded her of how he looked when he'd left Kyle. It also reminded her of how he looked when Kyle was being awful. That mixture of sadness, confusion, and self-loathing in her friend's eyes that burned her gut to see.

"So, you've got some feelings for this 'guy'?" she asked, deciding to just go for that. It was almost comical how fast Jacob's expression changed from cute and lost to mortified and disgusted.

"No! Ugh, absolutely not."

"It, uh…sounds like you do?"

"Look, I'm just no cheater." Neither of them said the name on their lips. "And…ugh, we're not together, but…."

"You'd like to be?"

"No! I just said that."

She laid her hands on her lap. "To be honest, Jacob, it kinda sounds like the obvious. You had a fight, stormed off, wanted to feel good and couldn't do it."

"I just hate everyone," Jacob replied wisely. "People are the worst."

"Not pokemon?" she asked.

He paused briefly before saying. "People. I count pokemon as people, you know?"

She blinked and realised she had said 'people and pokemon' on more than one occasion. In front of pokemon. She suddenly felt a wave of concern; had she been hurting them unknowingly by a small little distinction no one really noticed?

"I don't know why I'm feeling so bad." That was a lie, and Jess could see it in his face. "I…I don't."

She smiled softly. "Mind telling me about this guy you've been seeing?"

"Fuck no."

"Why not?"

"Because you'll-" He paused.

"Because I'll…know who it is? Is it someone we know!?"

"No!" he said a little too quickly. "You just would track them down on social media."

Jess rolled her eyes. "I'm not that nosy." Also, a lie, she was already wondering who she had to talk to in order to get the goss. "Just tell me why you don't like the guy."

"Well, for starters." Jess was surprised as Jacob immediately began to rant, doing the drama couch proud. "He's a little shrimp of a thing, and I like to be thrown around. He argues about everything and always wants me to suck him off, challenging me to competitions he rigs in his favour, so I'll do it." He didn't say that he enjoyed all of that, but he also didn't.

"Is he like Kyle?" Jess asked, concerned.

"No," Jacob replied, a brief filthy look at the insinuation. "Kyle made me feel worthless," Jacob muttered, crossing his arms and turning away a little, unable to look at Jess as he admitted that.

He felt her hand on his shoulder, and she gave it a comforting rub.

"No, he's not like Kyle except when we argue too much; it goes from fun to not fun because he has to one-up everything."

"The arguing is fun?"

He mentally cursed for letting that part slip. "Well…to a point. I don't know; I don't think either of us knows how to back down. I guess I try to one-up him too. Then we have to cool off. I feel like everything just comes down to sex."

"And you don't like that?"

"The sex is great." He was comfortable sharing this with Jess; they'd shared many details before. "Really good, actually. He's smaller than me, but you know what they say."

She giggled. "Smaller guys tend to work harder anyway, which is so much better than some chump with a champ." He laughed too.

"You kinda want more?" she probed softly. He frowned and shook his head. "Really?"

"I don't like him," he insisted. "And he definitely doesn't like me."

Despite emphasizing one word, she heard something heavier in his second sentence. "What if he did like you?"

"He doesn't."

"And you know this…?"

"It's always just sex. Sex, games, and arguing."

"You don't do anything else?"

"No. Well, yeah. We do other stuff, but it always comes to sex."

"And you don't want it to?"

"No, I start at least half of it and love the other half." He sighed, trying to work out his point. "I..okay, fine, I feel like he only does that stuff for the sex."

She ah'd in understanding. "So, you do have a crush, and you hate that."

He flinched. A moment passed before shrugging. "What does it matter? I don't think I really have a crush, and he definitely doesn't like me. It's easier that way. I don't have to imagine anything really might be there.

She smiled at him again, all soft and nice and encouraging, and he dreaded what she was about to say. "Maybe you should try talking to him about this?"

He gagged at the idea.

"Jacob, you're more mature than that."

"Boobies."

"You're also gay."

"Doodles."

She snorted, unable to help herself at that one. "I guess all I can suggest is talk to the guy. But if you can't, maybe you should break it off? I hate to see you like this, we've all seen you smiling for real lately, and I kinda thought maybe you had met someone you just weren't telling us about yet. We've all been happy to see it."

He searched her face. "There's no chance. He doesn't like me, and I definitely don't want to develop anything because I'm some rebounding chump."

"Do you think you'd be getting upset over a fight if there wasn't something you wanted out of whatever's going on?"

Jacob fell silent.

"How much did you bet?" Jacob asked, knowing his friends and their ways.

"I'm not telling you that."

"Carter's not in the bet?"

"No, he's still not allowed to."

That was satisfying enough.

The suggestion she gave was not, however. "Talk to him, Jacob. Might surprise you; he might be freaking out as well, especially if you disappeared from everyone for a week straight."

He frowned and put on a smile, aware she'd be seeing through it and the idea of that made the smile a little more genuine. "Thanks, Jess."

She patted his shoulder. "Any time, J."

"You're cool, J."

"You too, J."

They shared another laugh before she helped Jacob off the drama couch. "Want a drink or a shower or anything? You look like you've been on the town before getting reamed by your motorcycle."

"Couldn't find a guy, don't judge me. His exhaust pipe is big."

"You're gross."

"You're grosser."

She pushed him out the door with a laugh. "Okay, shoot me a message when you stop so I know you didn't crash and die."

"I survived city traffic," Jacob retorted, fastening his helmet.

"Don't get cocky."

"I sure didn't," he sighed, and she scoffed. "I'm going, sheesh."

"Love ya, babe."

"See ya, beard."

He grinned as he raced off. The sound of Jess's second and much more offended scoff was music to his ears.

Later on, Jacob knocked on Carter's door, which he never did, and waited until the door was flung open and he was pulled into a hug.

"Ow, crushing bones, crushing boxes," Jacob wheezed as Carter picked him up by his back and shook him a little.

"Man, where have you been? Why is your hair like that? Is that cheap chocolate from a gas station?"

"City, helmet hair, and yes," Jacob groaned, finally being released to soothe the pain in his ribs.

"Get in here," Carter said, cheerfully pulling him into the house. "And get in the shower; you stink like unwashed human."

"Don't ever say something like that ever again," Jacob demanded playfully. "If you start calling me 'fellow hue-man', I'm going to get very upset."

"Understood, fleshling."

"Ah, you made it worse. Bravo."

"Thank you, thank you." Carter steered him like he was afraid he'd bolt for it once he was allowed free rein to move.

He walked him down the steps to his room and to his shower. "So, uh, not that I'll complain, but you're not planning to join me in the shower, are you?"

"Hah, you wish."

Jacob wondered about that; he wasn't sure anymore. He kinda felt awkward about the idea.

He was pushed into the fancy ensuite bathroom and disrobed to get cleaned up. He wasn't convinced he smelled THAT bad, but it did remind him of Carter mothering him after the last time he freaked out. He hoped he could curtail that at the source.

Still, the shower helped scrub the old and leave the new. The ride over hadn't helped him work out what he was going to say. He knew he should have gone home first, made sure Carter hadn't turned it into an investigation scene and destroyed his couch at long last.

He didn't know what he wanted to ask.

Or even if he wanted to ask.

He acknowledged that Jess was right about some things, but she didn't have all the information. His fuck buddy was a pokemon. Nothing could really happen…this wasn't like those stories he'd read. He didn't like Aiden, but it was comforting to know that Aiden definitely didn't like him.

It was just sex.

So, maybe that's what he was here for? See what Aiden would do upon seeing him after last time. They'd both been very angry.

He'd stopped by at his house to grab something quickly. He really hadn't been thinking, but now he had it. Some lube and some privacy.

He cleaned off in the shower and stepped into some fresh clothes that Carter had flung into the misty room. He hesitated at the door, but he convinced himself it was silly to loiter in the bathroom.

He stepped out to inquisitive eyes. Aiden was sitting, no clothes on, paws in his lap, on the bed pretending like he wasn't staring at the door while Carter was standing in place.

Apparently, they were just waiting in silence. That was weird and made him feel like he was facing his parents after misbehaving.

"Whatever Lucy said, I didn't do it," he said.

"She said you were coming here to kiss and make up," Carter said, poking his tongue out at him right after saying that.

Jacob nearly was confused. There was no way his sister knew anything about his life before catching on that Carter was just going along with the joke.

Carter smiled at him, and it was a strange energy in the room. Aiden hadn't said anything, but Jacob hadn't addressed him either.

The three just waited in silence for a moment that was far too long to be okay.

"Well." Carter clapped. "Who's up for jambalaya? I'll go get some." And turned around and walked up the stairs without another word.

Jacob blinked and shot Aiden a 'what the fuck?' expression, and thankfully Aiden shrugged with a smirk. "He's on some weird food fix lately," he said, sliding off the bed. "Rich guy stuff, you get me?"

Jacob began to relax. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but whatever this was, it was relaxing. Felt normal, unlike the weird energy from before.

"Wanna Smash?" Aiden added with an actual waggle to his eyebrows that was honestly quite impressive.

The innuendo wasn't lost on Jacob, even though Aiden liked to suggest they play the game while in the company of the others. The strange thing about that was that it allowed him to relax fully.

"You're on." He almost said something about beating him like Napoleon did, but he caught himself. That'd be needlessly mean and definitely lead to one of the arguments he didn't like.

If they sat rather closely while the game booted up, well, no one was around to see them.

They got halfway through a rousing game of Smash before Jacob decided to cheat. Aiden liked to do it to him, so it was entirely fair play.

He started stroking Aiden's inner thigh, brushing his fingers through his silky-soft fur. Carter didn't cheap out of nothing for his friends, and that more than counted for Aiden. His conditioner left his fur the kind to lay your head on and sleep on.

Or bury your head between, really. They didn't nap together, that would be rather silly, and Jacob was only feeling a little bit goofy at the moment.

It was hard, but not impossible, to play one-handed, and the distraction served to leave Aiden's combos sloppy and easily broken.

His fingers ran down into the crease between his legs before cupping his junk. It was a deeper, darker orange to the rest of his fur, and Jacob enjoyed the weight of it in his hand. Aiden gave a strangled moan before discarding the controller, Jacob's already left behind too.

"Fuck, you know we never actually fucked on Carter's bed?" Aiden pointed out.

Jacob mulled that over for a moment, like the idea of doing anything today hadn't even occurred to him.

"You, uh, want to do anything else?" Aiden asked, an inflection of something other than lust colouring his tone for a moment.

"Nah, I've been thinking about you for a week," Jacob purred, enjoying the look on Aiden's face as he admitted that. "Thinking about making it up to you for the fight…?"

As he spoke, he shifted along the bed, still stroking Aiden's fur, caressing down the fluff on his balls and letting them bob for a moment as the buizel's sheath reacted to the soft touches.

Part of Aiden thought maybe they should talk before they fuck, but the rest of him denied ever looking a gift ponyta in the mouth and a grin curled at his lips. "What were you thinking?"

"Well." Jacob's finger traced around his sheath to where it met his balls. "I thought I might give you a taste first?"

Aiden liked the sound of that; he grabbed a pillow to lean again and swept his tail from side to side. "All yours, babe."

Jacob started eagerly, sucking his balls into his mouth and giving them a warm bath, carefully rolling them with his tongue as his hands started going all over Aiden's body. The buizel hissed a sharp breath as he was hit with a warm tongue and exploratory fingers right away.

Jacob's gaze was flushed and smouldering as he licked up his tensing sheath, pulling it down and up, a finger sinking into it to swirl around his growing cock as he leaned up and trailed kisses down his chest to his navel.

"Mmm, fuck, you're eager," Aiden said approvingly. He really enjoyed Jacob's mouth. Both on him and talking shit to stir him up. He hadn't gone as far as to trail kisses up and down his body, however, and he took a breath as it neared his neck, his flotation ring expanding accidentally and booping Jacob's nose.

He flushed as Jacob snorted, the feeling vibrating his fur, and Aiden deflated it quickly, getting flustered as Jacob leaned up again, looming over him like he had some time ago.

His fingers stroked through Aiden's fur, marvelling in the texture for a while, and Aiden did enjoy belly rubs even if he'd never admit THAT to anyone.

"Ah, that's nice," he sighed, leaning into the touch. Okay, maybe he'd admit it to one person.

"Hah, didn't know you were a softy," Jacob chuckled near his ear.

In response, Aiden thrust his hips up, grinding his cock against Jacob's thigh. "That feel soft to you?" he shot back. He hissed as Jacob took it in his hand with a curious look.

"Hm, it feels pretty hard. Turned on, are you?" He squeezed when Aiden went to retort. "Hm, speaks for itself, doesn't it?"

Aiden's paws touched Jacob's hand and held on. "Ah, I'm sensitive."

"Haven't been jerking off?"

"Why should I?" Aiden puffed as Jacob began to stroke his hand up and down. "When you're this hungry for it?"

"Hm." Jacob leaned down and brought his hand up until just the very tip of Aiden's dick poked through his fingers. He began to lick the tip, and his hand, and just that area, fast and firm and relentless.

Aiden began to squirm as the sensitive tip was mercilessly assaulted. It wasn't enough to make him cum, at least not for a while, but the sensitivity sent shocks down his spine and to his feet, causing them to twitch with each few moments.

"Ah, grr, Jacob, stop…teasing." He squirmed, and Jacob rather enjoyed that. He continued, this time lowering his mouth onto it just to suckle right at the tip. Aiden yelped and tried to thrust, his precum making Jacob's hand slippery and his cock managed to push a little further in his grip before pulling back and then thrusting back in until he was fucking Jacob's clenched hand.

His tongue lolled out in pleasure as he finally managed to start getting some action by his own strength, and then Jacob let go, and his pout wasn't cute enough to inspire mercy. "You're being evil to me," he whined, picking the pillow up and placing it on his face.

His hips continued to jerk and thrust up, touching nothing but air. Drops of precum splattered onto his belly, untasted and unloved.

Jacob was amused at the pathetic sight and decided he would show mercy. Or he was riled up himself; it was always a treat to see another side to Aiden, and also fun to be in control for once.

His pants were slipped off. Carter knew his size and had helpfully provided comfortable ones easy to get on or off.

And in the shower, he'd pulled out the lube he'd gotten from his house and fingered himself open.

Aiden pulled the pillow off when he felt movement and blinked, looking up to bare human thighs and a hard human cock in his face as Jacob knelt over him.

Jacob finished spreading some lube on his hand and set the bottle aside before grabbing Aiden's dick and yoinking it, stroking the lube on his hand onto his member swiftly, giving him a few merciful squeezes that got him thrusting again.

"Damn, is that gonna be enough?" Aiden asked as Jacob angled his dick and began to lower himself.

"I got ready in the shower," Jacob said after Aiden's tip began to sink into his hole.

"Fuuhaa, really?" Aiden said, grabbing Jacob's hips to guide him down. "Fuck, you really did come here with a plan."

"Glad you're into it," Jacob grunted as he sank down onto Aiden.

"Into it?" Aiden moaned, pulling himself in closer and leaning in to nose Jacob's cock. "You know I'm always up for a fuck, babe."

Satisfied that they were on the same page, Jacob put a hand on Aiden's chest and began to raise his hips and let gravity pull him down, pulling him into a quick ride on the buizel.

"Gotta be, ah fuck, quick," Jacob said as his hips slapped off Aiden's. "Dunno where Carter gets jambalaya from, but he's never too far away."

"Can't believe you're riding me on his bed," Aiden moaned, anchored in place, and he began to thrust up, hips meeting Jacob's in a loud clap. "Fuck, you thought about this before, haven't you?"

"Like you haven't," Jacob panted, dick flicking up and down, bouncing off Aiden's nose with each revolution. "Mm, bet you've jacked off in his sheets before."

Aiden's cock twitched noticeably in Jacob.

"You like fucking humans, don't you?" Jacob asked, stroking himself off as he slowed his bounces and began to grind slower on Aiden, pressing the buizel into the sheets. "Mmm, fuck right there." Aiden began to push back, grinding his cock right into where Jacob said, and the human gasped sharply, tunnel tightening around Aiden as his cock twitched in front of his eyes.

Aiden leaned in and opened his mouth, sinking down to where his whiskers tickled Jacob's thighs, pushing his head on the human's cock as far as he could take it. Jacob's hand met the back of his head and pushed him further as his grinding became more forceful. "Bet you'd like to ride a human too, huh?" he moaned, slowly pushing back and forth, sliding his dick into Aiden's mouth before sliding back onto Aiden's dick.

Aiden's tail lashed eagerly.

"Bet you've thought about taking something under your tail," Jacob moaned.

Aiden softly hummed. "Uh-huh."

"Mm!" Jacob felt a spike go through him as the pressure of Aiden's dick and the feel of his maw around his dick matched at the perfect pose. Just enough of his dick rubbing against his prostate and enough of his tip in Aiden's mouth.

He hissed something and began to shake, twitching back and forth desperately seeking that euphoric high, just rubbing Aiden's cock just barely against his prostate, dick throbbing in his mouth, legs burning, stomach clenching before he gasped sharply and arched his back.

Jacob began to thrust back and forth harsher as his cock lit up in Aiden's mouth, painting the buizel's mouth white before he popped off, paw coming up to rub him quickly and taking the rest of Jacob's load on his face, opening his mouth to catch what he could as the human bucked furiously.

It was all too much for Aiden too, and he yelped out as Jacob's clenching tunnel gripped him in all the best ways, dragging up and down and plunging his dick into gripping depths that milked at his cock, feeling like he was trying to suck the cum out of him.

Well, it succeeded, and his watery load warmed Jacob's belly from the amount he fucked into him, writhing and shuddering underneath him.

Aiden lay under Jacob, feeling a little gooey, and he moaned something that wasn't quite sexual but was pleasantly satisfied. His eyes were a little sleepy, but he reached up with a paw to take Jacob's hand.

He missed and gasped as Jacob pulled off him, both of them letting out a huff of breath as Aiden was extracted from him, his cum leaking out of Jacob and down his legs. "Fuck, I need another shower," Jacob said, stepping out with a wince towards the bathroom before he started spreading Aiden's cum all through the room.

Aiden continued enjoying the lingering warmth of their fun before rolling to his feet and wondering if he should join Jacob.

His phone, he had one because Carter was all sorts of great, dinged, and he went over to it and tapped away clumsy with his paws.

In the shower, Jacob felt back to normal again. There was a relief through his body that only slightly had to do with sexual relief. He'd missed this, he'd admit to himself in the shower. Aiden's cum, unlike his own, washed away easily, which was a relief in times like this. He didn't know how far Carter would be, but he did live further away from the town square than he did, so he should be longer than the time at his own house.

He didn't want to leave things to chance, however, and so got himself cleaned up quickly, planning to inspect the room for anything as well.

He was relieved, though.

Aiden was still the same as he always had been. Horny and mischievous. There was nothing to this except some mutual fun, and Jacob rather liked the idea of topping the little bastard at some point. He didn't just bottom, no matter what Kyle had wanted.

It was fine. They didn't fight because of emotions, but just because Aiden was a little shit. He was still curious as to what was going on there, but he didn't need to ask, and he knew Aiden wouldn't tell him. Didn't matter anyway.

Nothing more to this but sex. That was okay. At least he was only risking his reputation.

They had a bit of light conversation as they cleaned the evidence afterwards.

"So…we're cool?" Aiden asked, a little into it.

"We're cool," Jacob replied, nodding, and Aiden sighed in relief. "Sorry about butting in on that; I know I shouldn't have."

"No, it's okay," Aiden said. "It's, uh…a thing. Napoleon's an asshole anyway."

"I've heard."

Aiden chuckled. "It, uh…yeah, a thing."

"Fair enough." Jacob nodded. "I get that." He didn't ask.

Carter smiled and chatted normally later as they shared jambalaya, played each other in various fighting games, and Jacob left with a smile, relief, and a vague sense of something under that relief that he didn't feel like noticing.

After Jacob had left, however.

"So, how did it go?" Carter asked eagerly. "Spare no…spare some details, actually."

Aiden beamed and smirked when Carter added that. "You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Fine." He rolled his eyes. "We made up. He's not mad anymore. Neither am I."

"That's great!" Carter beamed. "So, you guys talk it out; I'm sure the only fluids shared were tears, right?"

"Riiight," Aiden drawled. "Well…we didn't get so much to talking until after. We're cool, though!"

Carter smiled at how happy Aiden seemed and how much he was trying to hide it. "Well, alright. What's next, gonna go out on a date?" He said it mostly as a joke and was most satisfied when Aiden looked like he was about to become a Fire-type pokemon at the notion.

He laughed and got sprayed in the face for it and had to go to his bathroom to wipe his face off.

From his room, Aiden heard Carter yell. "Did you fuck on my bed?"

Aiden chuckled and then quickly made himself scarce.

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You know, I'm having a lot of fun with this story.

It kinda has that bitter irony taste with that last bit, though. Jacob is contented in the comfort of the hate-fucking continuing…but it looks like Aiden might actually be interested in something more. And Carter knows now! Jess is totally suspicious too.

Bui-bois really do need to talk with their mouths and not with their dicks.