Work Text:
Nathan startled awake in the dark, the last tendrils of an upsetting dream fading away into his subconscious. A weird warmth was all around him, an unfamiliar pressure, as if someone tried to eat him. Since he had been whisked away into this afterlife, he hadn't been able to sleep for real and his paranoia was as strong as ever, while his rudely awakened mind tried to assess the situation.
It took some time for him to realize that he was actually indoors, sheltered from the elements, laying on a soft mattress, the smell of hay and musk in his nose. The contrast to him sleeping rough the days before was almost too much to bear.
He allowed himself to hyperventilate a bit more, let the panic run its course, before he squinted to see his surroundings. It was dark, his glasses were not on his nose, but he could still make out Moose sleeping next to his. That big ol' donkey face, with white markings, surrounded by fluffy grey fur. Nate could only decipher vague shapes, but his mind filled in the blanks. He had been looking at Moose for many hours during daylight after all.
After a few more minutes of lying still he realized that the pressure on him was Moose' arm, which was slumped over Nate's hip.
Relaxation set in, slowly and persistently, an acute feeling of safety he hadn't felt since early childhood. Nate shuffled on the mattress, focusing on Moose' features, wondering how he deserved to be so lucky in a place like this.
It was warm enough in Moose' cabin that they could sleep without a blanket. Turns out all they needed was the residual amber in the fireplace and each other’s body heat.
Would that be his life from now on? Spending the day with his donkey boyfriend and then sleeping next to him at night? His actual life had been hell, and he had now ascended to heaven finally.
He still wished he would've died in a better outfit. Moose was so well dressed, his humanoid donkey body clad with a lumberjack shirt, sometimes wearing a belt when he was working on something. So cool, so handsome. Nathan didn't even mind him having his dick out the whole time. He made it feel so natural.
Compared to this, Nate's ratty onesie was a lot less impressive. He was a chubby guy, but the way the fabric was clinging to him seemed to accentuate all the bad parts, the parts he would usually hide with oversized shirts and trousers if he ever ventured outside. Back then, in his parents' basement, he hadn't cared about his looks. Now he did.
Nate's blurry vision went up and down Moose' body. Damn, this guy was lean, like a Greek sculpture. He dared to peek at himself, seeing his belly droop to the side, his moobs swelling under the grey fabric, his thighs so much bigger than those of his boyfriend. An insecure hand came to rest on his belly, pinching the fat almost hatefully. Nate teared up, fogging up his vision even more.
He was so confused. Why would someone as beautiful as Moose care about someone like him? He was way too perfect, so kind and helpful and understanding, so precious and handsome and… well endowed…
Oh god.
His emotions were running over, leaving him shaking and sobbing quietly. He was usually so good at keeping all this stuff inside, but the quiet hours were dangerous, made him perceptive to the bad thoughts, always roaming around in his head. This time it wasn’t all bad at least. There was gratitude too, maybe some vulnerability he usually didn’t let happen like that. Definitely shame though, self hate, the normal things.
Also, he had a boner now. Why couldn't he just be proper for once? Why did he have to get horny during a mental breakdown?
Nate tried some breathing techniques he had learned ages ago, just to get himself under control. Breath in, hold 30 seconds, breath out. Repeat. He still felt shaky and restless, his heart going crazy and it took all his effort to keep quiet. After some endless minutes, he didn't cry anymore, at least.
He still felt utterly reprehensible, especially because the urge to take care of this boner was becoming stronger. Moose hadn't moved the entire time Nate's mind had decided to become melodramatic, so maybe he could get away with sneakily rubbing one out without being noticed.
With his blurry gaze fixed on Moose' face, Nate quickly opened the lower buttons of his onesie, spitting into his hand before he slipped it inside to get a good grip on himself.
"Heergh…"
The sensation had him making noises absentmindedly, but he quickly pressed his lips together for more stealth. He usually was efficient when it came to fapping, so he started rubbing carefully, feeling his dick harden eagerly in his own palm. His fingers slid over the familiar ridges and bumps, pressing and prodding on all the right places. For the first time in his life, he was thinking of another actual person while he was doing this. An actual person who was actually sleeping next to him, so Nate could just check him out right now. Definitely a step up from Kureha hentai.
Moose' face, his chest, the muscular arm laying on him, his hips, even his tail was attractive to him. He could just about make out Moose' dick, and of course his gaze fixed on that shape. He never wanted to touch another person's genitals so badly in his life, and his imagination was running with the thought of all the stuff they could do with each other.
Just imagining feeling Moose up, making him feel good, making him make noises for him, was already enough to get Nate close to the edge, so he was fapping faster, conjuring images of a horny Moose in his mind. So close, precum already staining his onesie, balls tight, muscles twitching, breath labored despite his best efforts to stay quiet. Everything warmed up and became more sensitive down there, pleasurable waves of prickling arousal flooded his system. He sped up one more time, eyes now squeezed shut to concentrate better. That's the stuff, almost there…
"Ah, hey, you're rubbing one out there, Nate?"
Nathan froze, eyes opening to a very awake Moose, his boner instantly deflating in his hand. Literally caught with his hand down his pants. White-hot embarrassment flushed over his entire body and he recoiled, not knowing how to salvage the situation.
"Oh-ah I… No you… Uhm…"
He turned around, fetal position, hiding his face in his hands, feeling the ball of upset stuck in his throat. It hurt.
"S-sorry…"
He sobbed but then heard chuckling from behind. The kind of chuckling Moose would do, whenever Nathan misunderstood something. He had heard that sound many times already.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I dunno…"
He started, and when Moose didn't answer he continued.
"Because I'm gross I guess and I shouldn't do this next to you… It's not right."
He sighed shakily. Before he could demand that Moose kick him out into the snowy wilderness as punishment, a hand came to rest on his shoulder.
"You're not gross!"
"Yeah I am!"
"No you're not!"
Moose seemed amused again and Nate didn't know if that was a good sign.
"We're partners right? And we're both men, we have urges. Nothing wrong with that. Not that my cabin gives us much privacy anyhow."
Nathan dared to turn around sheepishly, seeing Moose smiling at him.
"So… So you don’t wanna kick me out?"
"No, of course not! You should know I'm not that fickle!"
"Yeah, sorry… Of course not…"
Nate sat up, wiping his tears away. He was just about to indulge in the guilt of insulting Moose by accident, but he didn't get the chance.
"You know what? It's been a while for myself, too. Want to have a go together?"
With that, Nathan watched Moose lie down, elegantly getting a hold on his own dick without hesitation, starting to slowly rub himself. He was still too anxious to get hard himself again, but that didn't make the show Moose put on any less pleasant. Eyes wide, Nathan swallowed dryly and just gawked at him like a pervert. A very lucky pervert.
"Ho-how is it feeling?"
He asked and felt instantly lame. Moose stretched luxuriously, and looked over to Nate, only the tiniest hint of shyness in those big, brown eyes.
"Oh, yunno, pretty good. Can't do much wrong with fapping."
"Ye-yeah, can't do much wrong! Pretty easy, huh?"
Nathan stuttered and only got an affirmative hum from the other. It got quiet between them, which hasn't been a problem since he had moved in, but right now, he felt like he should do something. Anything.
Touching himself was out of the question, even if that was what Moose probably had in mind. Nathan was getting a bit aroused, but not in the way that it had any physical effect, aside from some shortness of breath.
Instead of getting into action, he became mesmerized by the movement of Moose' hand over his dick, the calculated rhythmic movement, the turn of his wrist here and there, making himself twitch in the process.
Maybe, perhaps… Should he…?
"Hey, uh, ca-can I try? With you, I mean?"
"With me? You mean jerk me off?"
Moose' voice sounded so nice, breathless and a bit higher pitched, almost needy. Nathan was into it, and it just emboldened him more.
"Yeah, you know, help a buddy out?"
He laughed shakily and was relieved, yet terrified when Moose let go of himself.
"Sure, go ahead!"
The other said, crossing his arms behind his head. His dick standing there, loud and proud, and Nathan was instantly intimidated by it. He hadn’t thought this far ahead yet.
Why did he put himself in this situation? He kind of wanted this but was incredibly lost at the same time. He'd never touched another man's penis before. At least it was a bit less scary than having a woman in front of him. He'd be totally lost with a vagina right now.
Using all his willpower and his desire to please the best man he ever met, Nathan shuffled on his knees, until he could reach Moose' member. He dared a short glance upwards, making the most embarrassing eye contact, before he went for it, reaching out his still damp hand to round his palm over the other’s penis. Moose made a good sound, so Nathan kept going, despite his heart beating out of his chest, despite his limbs feeling weak with anxiety. Maybe he was dissociating a bit.
The angle was awkward, but he tried his best to recreate what he enjoyed himself. He held on tightly, quickly stroking him up and down. Nathan usually went for efficiency, but that obviously wasn't what Moose wanted. He heard his boyfriend hiss and readjust, before he suddenly sat up, to get a hold on Nathan's arm, stopping his frantic motions.
"You're… You're being a bit rough there. It may not seem like it but I'm delicate!"
Nathan looked away, panic rising again. God, he was such a fuck-up. Not only did he do a bad job, but he also hurt him. He hurt Moose, just because he was bad at everything.
He wanted to pull his arm away, to leave this cozy bed and this cozy cabin and just sleep outside in the cold as he deserved, but Moose kept him steady.
"It's alright, it's alright! You couldn't know! How about I show you?"
"H-huh? Show me?"
Nathan asked, confusion making him look at Moose again. Surprisingly, he wasn't angry, or disappointed. Nathan didn't really know what he was, though.
"Yeah see, like…"
Moose guided him, making Nathan get a hold on his dick once more, but this time with Moose' hand over his, pressing gently, slowly moving up and down.
"I like it like this. Slow and steady wins the race and all that."
"Oooh-okay… Yepp…"
Nathan huffed, enjoying the hand holding almost more than feeling that dick in his hand.
"Yeah, and sometimes, I rub over the tip like this, and… hhhhhhh…"
Moose got a bit lost just when his thumb was stroking over his slit. Nathan had never done anything like this, so he made sure to remember that move. His mouth was drier than ever, nervousness dominating his entire body, but with Moose being so close, it was a bit easier.
Moose did let go though, but kept sitting upright, so their faces were next to each other, Nate smelling Moose' body odor, the musk of his fur, the heat of his breath. He tried his best to recreate what his boyfriend had shown him, forced himself to slow down and this also forced him to actually experience how this foreign penis felt in his grip.
The disappointed face of his father was flashing inside his mind, but Nathan shook his head, his expression growing grimmer, while he forced himself to be there for Moose.
His hand was definitely holding something more substantial than what was going on in his onesie, veins popping out slowly with each deliberate stroke, the heat almost feeling like he was stroking red hot iron.
He wasn't able to look at Moose, but he did lean over a bit so their heads could nuzzle against each other.
"Is this good?"
He asked weakly and got a shuddering "yes" as a response. Well, improvement was made and Nathan kept going, making sure to keep a strong grip on him, even did that little thing with the thumb Moose had shown him, which riled the other up more and more.
"You can go quicker if you want…"
Moose commented and Nathan glanced over shortly, seeing the desperation in the other man's features. He did just that, speeding up to almost his original pace, Moose next to him actually whimpering.
Damn, he was really doing this, huh? He rubbed a few more times, leaning down to see what he was doing just when Moose got a hold on him, making lots of approving noises, twitching strongly and before Nathan could even say anything, white fluid was suddenly shooting right into his face.
"Oh-"
Was all he could say in surprise, before he let go of his boyfriend to carefully move his hands, inspecting what had landed on him.
"Oh god, Nate!"
Moose snickered next to him. He couldn't see much, and instead just wiped away the stuff from his eyes. It was dripping down, getting caught in his beard, some got into his mouth, and he instinctually licked at it, regretting it instantly.
"Uh, bitter…"
Nathan commented, while Moose was once again moving his arms out of the way.
"Why are you eating it? C'mon, let me clean you up a bit!"
Nathan listened and sat still, eyes closed, hands resting in his lap, feeling Moose' hands wiping off the spunk, hearing him suppress more laughter.
"There we go, all better!"
His boyfriend chirped and Nate opened his eyes, seeing a blurry Moose close to him who was clearly endeared.
"Not gonna lie, that money shot was kind of hot, haha…"
Nathan was getting hugged, his hair getting ruffled. This situation was so unusual for him, he legitimately didn't know what to do.
"Glad I could help out!"
He only mumbled and then felt way too awkward to linger any further. So, he did what he always did when a situation became too weird.
Avoid it.
"Well, I'm bushed now for sure so let's go back to sleep! G'night!"
He squirmed out of Moose' grip to lay down, facing away from him. The cognitive dissonance he was experiencing was just too intense.
"Aw, but what about you?"
"I'm good actually, no worries about me!"
Nate prayed to a god he didn't believe in that Moose would just give up, but the donkey man was unusually inquisitive tonight. He felt the weight shift behind him, before his big face came into view, looking him up and down.
"But you're still hard! You really sure?"
Nathan squinted downward, seeing the treacherous tent in his onesie he hadn't even noticed amongst his emotional turmoil.
"Ah, this? It's gonna go away on its own."
"Hmn…"
Moose made skeptically but didn't move.
"That doesn't seem fair, though! You got to touch me, but I can't touch you?"
Nathan didn't even know why he was so against the idea of Moose reciprocating the favor. It felt arrogant somehow, as if he was imposing. Nevermind that he already moved into his cabin, ate his food and slept in his bed. There was just no way he could accept this from him.
"Yeaaaah, no, it's fine."
He assured, curling up a bit more.
"I see…"
He heard his boyfriend say, clearly upset. At least he did remove himself to lie down next to him again.
Nathan squeezed his eyes shut, hoping he could just sleep away this boner and this horrible situation, but unlike before it didn't seem to die down. All he could do was move around uncomfortably, readjusting his legs to not press on it too hard, but the arousal was persistent.
After endless fidgeting, he had to sit up again after all, groaning in frustration.
"Stubborn stiffy, huh?"
Moose snarked from behind. Nathan felt like crying.
"… Yes…"
He admitted, his head hanging low.
"Better get to it then, otherwise none of us will sleep tonight!"
Moose' voice was sharp like razor blades and Nathan winced a bit upon this coldness. He did deserve it.
Defeated, he slid his hand into his onesie again, trying to tune out all the bad thoughts to just get this troublesome boner to go away.
He was moving quickly again, just how this whole debacle had started, and again, he was joined by Moose. So persistent.
"Isn't your arm tired from jerking me off?"
It kind of was, but Nathan opted to ignore these taunting words.
"I get it. The great, big Nathan doesn't need any help, right? Can walk through caves without a lantern, doesn’t need shoes or a map! He's okay all on his own."
"E-Exactly!"
Nathan pressed out and fapped even quicker. Why didn't he cum yet?
Moose leaned against his back now, his shoulder poking Nathan's spine.
"And here I am, silly old Moose, wanting to explore my boyfriend's body. What was I thinking?"
Nathan's motions slowed down, came to a halt, before he dared to turn around. Moose' snout was right in his face.
He felt himself blushing, his cheeks heating up concerningly.
"You're not silly, Moose…"
He huffed, not knowing what else to do.
"Well, I clearly am! How else would you explain this situation?"
Nathan had lots of explanations. Avoidant attachment? Intimacy issues? Trust issues? Daddy issues? Self hate? What good were these, if it only hurt Moose over and over? For his entire life, he had thought avoiding people would ensure that he wouldn't be able to hurt anybody. That strategy hadn't worked out. Not just with Moose, with others in this world as well. Mike and Jim…
He had to realize though, that he didn't feel nearly as bad about the other two guys than he did about the one guy he had been able to ask for proper assistance.
Nathan was fighting with himself, even more so than back outside before he had knocked on Moose' door a third time. It was so unbelievably hard, felt so incredibly wrong, against all his survival instincts he had built up for three decades. But he had to do it. For selfish reasons, but also, for him.
"Wou-would it make you happy if you could do this… To me, I mean?"
Nathan asked tentatively and Moose huffed, maybe from embarrassment.
"God, you're so blunt sometimes! Yes, it would! You'd be doing me a favor with this, actually!"
With his hand unmoving, Nathan tried to make peace with this. This was good, this was right.
"Okay, then… You can."
He kept his answer short, afraid of saying too much again. Two muscular arms hugged him around his neck.
"Really?"
Nathan nodded.
"Really really?"
More nodding. And bunching up bedsheets in his hands.
"You're the best, you know that?"
Moose praised him, before he made full contact with Nathan's back, moved his legs left and right of him, so he was sitting flush from behind, his hands having free range of Nathan's body.
"You won't regret this, buddy!"
He said and instantly proved himself wrong, when his hands were starting to open the other buttons of Nathan's onesie. This was mortifying, but he let it happen, his belly and chest slowly getting exposed. Pasty white, soft flesh plopping out unceremoniously, and even worse, getting caressed by another person. Nathan hiccupped and Moose shushed him soothingly.
"You're real handsome, you know that?"
Those nimble fingers, calloused from woodworking and shoemaking, were sliding over Nathan's soft, sparsely hairy chest, feeling up his moobs curiously. Nathan didn't even know how sensitive he was there. It made him shudder when Moose rubbed over his nipples and his breath quickened when he realized that Moose definitely had noticed and kept staying right there.
"See, feels good, right?"
He whispered in his ear and Nathan was just running hot with more embarrassment. The roughness of those fingers really did a number on him, while they were teasing his nipples to full hardness, sending weird signals of pleasure to his groin. Moose nuzzled into his neck, licked a little behind Nathan's ear, while his hands finally moved downwards over his belly, gently holding his gut as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
"Promise me I can use you as a pillow some time. You're so soft and warm…"
He commented further, stroking over him gently and Nathan wanted to die again, he felt so out of it. Didn't change the fact that his dick was harder than ever.
"N-next time I'll touch you all over, too!"
Nathan huffed indignantly, while blunt fingernails were stroking along his hips, making him squirm.
"Are you threatening me with a good time?"
Moose asked, but Nathan couldn't answer, because this persistent donkey suddenly had his hands in Nathan's crotch. He gasped instead, head falling back on Moose' shoulder.
"Good noises."
He heard and then Nathan could only feel, when Moose was getting serious.
A gentle pressure enveloped his penis, holding him steady, doing a couple of pumping motions, just to be playful probably. Nate was so worked up, everything Moose was doing to him flooded him with too many sensations.
"Damn Nate, so wet for me already, huh?"
He had always been a leaky guy, which had turned off potential sexual encounters, but obviously Moose was into it. Nathan forced himself to stay in the moment and not think too much about the people he had turned off. They didn't matter.
Only Moose mattered.
Those fingers slicked over his precum covered dick, focusing the pressure at the base and becoming gentler towards the top, constantly moving, playing with different angles. It left Nathan breathless, brainless, moaning while leaning against his partner. He was definitely succumbing to the bliss of it all and was barely able to feel guilty that he was so much worse at this.
"Hmmn, enjoying yourself there? Love to see it…"
His hand went a bit quicker, the other roaming around, finally settling on his nipple again and all Nathan could do was whimper.
"Moose, ho-how are you… So good at this?"
Nathan stammered, his own hands finally finding his boyfriend’s thighs to grip for support.
Moose laughed gently, nibbling at Nathan's neck, not slowing his mitigations.
"Maybe you're just being extra receptive."
He hushed, jerking him a tiny bit quicker, building up the pressure of pleasure and need to unknowable heights.
“But thanks, glad I can help out.”
Nathan would’ve laughed at that little stab at him, but he was too busy getting his best and first hand job of his life. Moose was playing his dick like a flute, finding new ways to tantalize him, getting him riled up so much better than Nathan ever could himself. And then, the touch was gone and he dissolved, a whiplash of despair overcoming him.
"Whaaa-, why you're stopping? I was so close!"
He whined, his face turning to glare at Moose in exasperation, who was looking extra impish, even through the blurriness of Nathan's vision.
Moose chuckled again.
"Sorry, but I have to make sure we're even."
Nathan was confused and had to squirm when the touch returned, but only tightly at the base, unmoving.
"I just want to hear that you need me to make you cum. Then I forgive you."
"Wh-what? Why? Moose, don’t be mean, please!"
He was all weak and so close to an orgasm, there was no chance that he could free himself right now to finish himself off.
"Just say it, Nate…"
He whispered again, right in his ear, twisting his nipple tenderly. Nathan quivered.
"It's so easy, you want it so badly, right?"
He was twitchy all over, feeling like an overfilled water balloon ready to pop.
"This is too much, Moose, I can't…"
One quick stroke on his dick had him moaning, but the sensation was gone again instantly.
"You have to work on your communication skills. So why not tell me what you need, Nathan? What do you need from me?"
The hand on his chest grabbed his moob more firmly, caressed over him, down through his happy trail and up, all while Moose kept himself busy with licking all over Nathan's neck.
"Uurrgh, not faaair…"
He kept on protesting, but his body betrayed him. His hips were keening against Moose' touch, his dick leaking more, head foggy with arousal.
Moose let go of his boner again, instead caressing the insides of Nathan's thighs, another area he had no idea was so incredibly sensitive.
God, he was a mess, and despite it all, he was kind of enjoying this. That much undivided attention, just on him? Unthinkable. He had trouble forming any coherent sentences though, so he had to ask for help once again.
"Don't- don't know… What to say…"
He moaned, feeling Moose' pointer finger run circles around his dick.
"Awww, Nate, keep it simple. Just tell me to let you cum."
A kiss on his cheek, the grip on his penis returning. Pure agony, pure bliss.
Not much was holding him back from just repeating this. His pride? Being naked and helplessly getting jerked off by someone didn't leave much space for that. His usual patterns, his anxiety, they all seemed so trivial right now. All he could think about was this orgasm right on the horizon.
He moaned a bit more, squirmed around in Moose' arms, but this was more for show that anything else at this point. Holding onto the thighs of his lover with pure abandon, he finally steeled himself to get those words out.
"Moose, please… Just… Let me cum…"
Oh, it was crushing to hear himself say these words in the most pathetic voice, but it seemed to make his partner happy.
"Oohoo, you wanted to cum? Why didn't you say so!"
Moose teased, kissed his cheek again and then finally, mercifully, he started to jerk him off again. Nathan yelped, head fully pushed back, making little embarrassing moaning noises for each stroke on his dick, his muscles stiffening, mind going blank, pressure concentrating, shivering and shaking in Moose’ hold, even crying a bit from the overstimulation and then at last, the sweet release came on slowly, overtaking him, leaving him twitching, moaning, while Moose carefully milked him, prolonging his orgasm.
Even after Nathan went limp, Moose kept on massaging him, enhancing the afterglow. It seemed to go on even longer than before, Nathan not being able to see anything anymore, going cross-eyed. It wasn’t until Nathan didn’t have it in him to keep moaning any more, that Moose let go of him to pull him into another hug.
He was weak, exhausted, but he followed the urge to reciprocate the hug this time, finding his head lying comfortably on Moose' chest, while they flopped back down again.
Both of them were breathing heavily, both of them dirty from their fluids and their sweat, the musk around them intensified to an obscene degree. Nathan couldn’t care less. This was just tangible proof that he did have sex tonight. And it was better than anything he had ever dreamed about. Despite the humiliation.
"Holy shit…"
He mumbled, making his boyfriend chuckle again.
“Edging? Really? For my first time, too…”
Nathan kept pouting, only half seriously, while he played with Moose’ fur.
“Never say I don’t treat you right!”
Moose said before he leaned down to kiss Nathan on the head, letting him fall asleep in his arms.