Angry Fox

Aaron Minyard loves brownies

[angry-redfox]

English is not my native language, I apologize for all the mistakes.

The pen scratched the paper quickly and loudly, leaving a trail of ink on it. The glasses slipped slightly to the tip of his nose, the sock turned up, and the shorts lifted slightly because the young man pulled on the elastic band on his stomach every time, but Aaron seemed not to notice all the inconveniences, stubbornly writing down the material.

Kevin tilted his head, watching him from the side. No one paid any attention to them, as if Aaron's beauty dazzled only Dey and no one else, as if only he saw a Greek deity in him.

Blond strands fell over his face, and Kevin fought the urge to brush them off his face every time, but most of the time they were surrounded by people, especially his family members. Sometimes it was annoying, and the only thing a man wanted was to be alone with his lover for a while. But every time someone interrupted them, Kevin growled in displeasure, and Aaron laughed as if he enjoyed teasing him, even if it was an accident.

Minyard's hips bounced gently with each involuntary movement. They were elastic, thick, and Kevin wanted to grab them, squeeze them, see how his fingers sank into the skin, leaving handprints on them. Day knew how Aaron liked to look at them in the mirror in the morning, even though he would never say it out loud.

Kevin melted every time Minyard walked by in short shorts. It was obscene, vulgar, so immature, but he couldn't help himself. Aaron's hips were driving him crazy.

—Hey, are you even listening to me?" Neil hissed, frowning. He looked at his friend with displeasure, not understanding what could distract him more than an exy match. Kevin shrugged, taking his eyes off his lover and finally paying attention to Josten. He, in turn, frowned and moved away from Dey like a petulant puppy.

— No, I didn't listen, will you repeat it?

The nile let out a long howl, but returned to its original place, started up like a jay about to break from a branch, and began his story again.

The lively conversation distracted Aaron from his textbook, he returned to the old lines over and over again, but still could not memorize them. With a snort, he turned around to see what was going on, intending to tell Neal to shut up or be quiet.: No one is interested in the fact that the Battleship team has a gap in the defensive line. But then his eyes caught on Kevin. His left hand was tracing circles in the air, and his fingers were indicating either the number or the Dey's attitude to the team's game.

Aaron quietly watched as Kevin responded to Neil not so much out of desire as out of need, while being somewhere deep in his mind, it seemed like he wasn't even aware of what Josten was talking about. If you asked Minyard what his lover's thoughts were about, he would be more likely to tell you to go to hell and give you the middle finger, because he can't admit the fact that he doesn't know what his boyfriend is thinking.

About the hips. It's dirty. It was very dirty, but Kevin couldn't stop. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Aaron was looking at him, but he tried to pretend that he didn't notice the curious gaze. He just couldn't admit that he wanted those legs to squeeze his neck, his face, cut off his oxygen, wrap him in their velvet embrace. It can be argued that they are hard from constant training, but Kevin knows how soft they are under his rough hands. I wanted to leave purple bruises on them, my palm prints, scratches from my nails where they dug into my skin. Every time Kevin squeezed Aaron's buttocks, pressing on them with his nails, the young man in his arms trembled and whined, pressing his whole body against him and silently begging for more. And who is he to deny his lover this pleasure?

Aaron is amazing. I don't care what people think of him as a sullen and grumpy person. Yes, he is like that, but he is as gentle and affectionate as a devoted dog, he tries to help everyone who needs help. He puts off his own problems, trying to solve others'. Kevin hated it. He may be selfish, but he put Aaron above the needs and wants of other people. If he asked for something, Day was ready to bring it.

The stream of thoughts was rushing so fast that Kevin felt like he was about to suffocate, which is why he exhaled and did not notice how he shifted his gaze from the screen to the young man at the table. Leaning back in his chair, Aaron folded his arms and rested his head on them, lazily shifting his gaze from Kevin to Neil.

Day sighed and nodded his head slightly, drawing Aaron's attention. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her expectantly. The attacker might regret what he did afterwards, but not now. He blew a barely noticeable kiss, just putting his fingertips to his lips and pretending to blow something off them.

But it was enough to make the tips of Aaron's ears turn red, and he pretended to catch a kiss. And before he turned away, he sent a reply.

Kevin smiled triumphantly, catching the kiss and putting his palm to his lips, returned to Neil. He didn't seem to notice what was happening at all, completely immersed in the game and occasionally shouting obscenities.

***

The door creaked softly, letting an uninvited guest into the room. Aaron didn't hear a knock on the door or a creak. Lying on his bed, he immersed himself in his little scientific world, quietly singing along to songs from his mp3 player. Swinging his legs from side to side, he quietly snapped his fingers, quickly running his eyes over the lines. Kevin looked at him tenderly and, quietly approaching, carefully climbed onto the bed, wrapped his hands around the young man's shins, abruptly spread his legs. Aaron yelped in surprise and turned around, intending to yell at whoever dared to touch him. For a moment, the words stuck in his throat, as soon as he saw those green puppy eyes, but the Minyard quickly came to his senses and hissed.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Kevin smiled softly as he watched the blush spread across Aaron's face and neck. He's so adorable. The man gently ran his fingers over his lover's calves, squeezed them slightly and slowly moved to his hips, grabbing them harder than necessary, rocking them from side to side, watching the skin gently roll under his hands. They're like two big marshmallows. Kevin thought and smiled. It would look funny if it wasn't so hot. Why was Minyard still letting him do this? And moving on to the end point, he grabbed her buttocks and slapped one sharply, and squeezed the other so hard that Aaron hissed, biting his lip.

"I'm sorry, but you were lying too nicely for me not to bother you."

Aaron grinned, raising an eyebrow and looked at Kevin curiously.

"Was it nice?"

"Exactly.

The young man made a weird sound, which scared both of them. He chuckled. Did Aaron Michael Minyard just giggle? Day moved closer to his face, as if checking to make sure it was his boy. He knew what kind of sounds Aaron was capable of, but he had never heard such a thing. As soft as the petal of the first spring flower. He wants to hear it again. Moving closer, Kevin kissed him gently. Aaron answered willingly, mumbled contentedly, smeared his tongue on Dey's lower lip, and pulled away.

"Fuck off, you're bothering me."

Aaron grunted and turned away, but his red ears gave him away. Kevin laughed softly, but once again ran his hands over his legs, but this time from his buttocks to his feet and lightly tickled them, causing Minyard to make a soft fox snort, something vaguely resembling laughter.

—I'll just lie here and read,— Day got up, picked up his textbook on the history of ancient Rome and returned to his seat, laying down between his boyfriend's legs, resting his head on his buttocks and turning so that he could kiss the inside of his thighs from time to time. "You don't mind, do you?"

Kevin couldn't see his face, but because his body shuddered at every touch, he could guess that he really liked it.

—Idiot,— and after a while he added in a whisper, "Stay."

The man didn't know at what point it started, but he didn't regret falling in love with this man. The feelings in his chest screamed like a fire, they burned him from the inside out, and because of this, he wanted to scream louder and louder. Right now, Kevin felt like he could do anything, even win an Olympic medal, if only Aaron Michael Minyard would light up his life.

After getting comfortable, Kevin slipped his hand under Aaron's left leg and gently stroked it while he read about the campaigns of the general Marcus Junius Brutus.

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Ручка быстро и громко царапала бумагу, оставляя на ней след чернил. Очки чуть сползли на кончик носа, носок завернулся, шорты чуть приподнялись оттого, как юноша каждый раз натягивал резинку на животе, но Аарон словно не замечал всех неудобств, упорно записывая материал.

Кевин наклонил голову, наблюдая за ним со стороны. Никто не обращал на них внимания, будто красота Аарона ослепляла только Дея и никого больше, будто только он видел в нем греческое божество.

Светлые пряди падали ему на лицо, и Кевин каждый раз боролся с желанием убрать их с его лица, но чаще всего вокруг них полно людей, особенно членов его семьи. Порой это раздражало, и единственное, чего хотел мужчина, — это остаться хотя бы ненадолго наедине со своим возлюбленным. Но каждый раз кто-то их прерывал, отчего Кевин недовольно рычал, а Аарон смеялся, будто ему приносило удовольствие дразнить его, даже если это получалось случайно.

Бедра Миньярда мягко подпрыгивали при каждом невольном движении. Они были упругими, толстыми, Кевину хотелось схватить их, сжать, увидеть, как его пальцы утопают в коже, оставляя следы от рук на них. Дей знал, как Аарону нравилось рассматривать их по утрам в зеркале, хотя вслух он никогда этого не скажет.

Кевин таял каждый раз, как Миньярд проходил мимо в коротких шортах. Это было похабно, пошло, так незрело, но он ничего не мог с собой поделать. Бедра Аарона сводили его с ума.

— Хей, ты меня вообще слушаешь? — нахмурившись, прошипел Нил. Он с недовольством глядел на друга, не понимая, что могло отвлечь его сильнее, чем матч по экзи. Кевин пожал плечами, отрывая взгляд от возлюбленного и, наконец, обращая внимание на Джостена. Тот, в свою очередь, насупился и отодвинулся от Дея, как капризный щенок.

— Нет, не слушал, повторишь?

Нил издал протяжный вой, но вернулся на прежнее место, встрепенулся, как сойка, готовая сорваться с ветви, и вновь начал свой рассказ.

Оживлённый разговор отвлекал Аарона от учебника, он снова и снова возвращался к прежним строчкам, но все никак не мог запомнить. Фыркнув, обернулся посмотреть, что происходит, намереваясь сказать Нилу замолчать или быть тише: никому не интересно, что команда «Броненосцев» имеет прореху в линии защиты. Но тут его глаза зацепились за Кевина. Его левая рука очерчивала круги в воздухе, а пальцы указывали то ли на количество, то ли на отношение Дея к игре команды.

Аарон тихо наблюдал, как Кевин отвечал Нилу не столько от желания, сколько от нужды, сам при этом находясь где-то глубоко в своём сознании, казалось, он даже не осознавал то, о чем говорил Джостен. Если бы вы спросили Миньярда о том, что же всё-таки занимает мысли его любовника, он бы с большей вероятностью сказал, чтобы вы катились к черту, и показал средний палец, ведь он не может признать того факта, что и сам не знает, о чем же думает его парень.

О бедрах. Грязно. Очень грязно, но Кевин не мог остановиться. Краем глаза он заметил, что Аарон смотрит на него, но старался делать вид, что не замечает любопытного взгляда. Он просто не мог признать, что хотел бы, чтобы эти ноги сжали его шею, лицо, перекрыли кислород, укутали в свои бархатные объятья. Можно утверждать, что они твёрдые от постоянных тренировок, но Кевин знает, какие они мягкие под его грубыми руками. Хотелось оставить на них багровые кровоподтёки, отпечатки своих ладоней, царапины от ногтей, где они впивались в кожу. Каждый раз, как Кевин сжимал ягодицы Аарона, надавливая на них ногтями, юноша в его руках дрожал и поскуливал, прижимаясь всем телом к нему и безмолвно просил ещё. И кто же он такой, чтобы отказать своему возлюбленному в этом удовольствии?

Аарон — потрясающий. Плевать, что люди думают о нем как об угрюмом и ворчливом человеке. Да, он такой, но он так же нежен и ласков, как преданная собака, он старается помочь всем, кто нуждается в помощи. Он откладывает свои проблемы, стараясь решить чужие. Кевин ненавидел это. Может, он и эгоист, но он ставил Аарона выше нужд и потребностей других людей. Если он что-то просил, Дей готов был принести это.

Поток мыслей нёсся так стремительно быстро, что Кевину казалось, что он вот-вот задохнётся, отчего выдохнул и не заметил, как перевел свой взгляд от экрана к юноше за столом. Опершись на спинку стула, Аарон сложил руки и уложил на них голову, лениво переводя взгляд то на Кевина, то на Нила.

Дей вздохнул и слегка кивнул головой, привлекая внимание Аарона. Приподняв бровь, тот выжидающе посмотрел. Нападающий мог пожалеть о содеянном после, но не сейчас. Он послал едва заметный воздушный поцелуй, всего лишь приложив кончики пальцев к губам и изобразил, будто сдул с них что-то.

Но этого хватило, чтобы кончики ушей Аарона покраснели, и он сделал вид, что поймал поцелуй. И прежде чем отвернуться, послал ответный.

Кевин победно улыбнулся, ловя поцелуй и прикладывая ладонь к губам, вернулся к Нилу. Тот, казалось, совсем не замечал происходящего, полностью погрузившись в игру и время от времени выкрикивая ругательства.

***

Дверь тихо скрипнула, впуская в комнату незваного гостя. Аарон не услышал ни стука в дверь, ни скрипа. Лежа на кровати, он погрузился в свой маленький научный мирок, тихо подпевая песням из своего mp3-плеера. Болтая ногами из стороны в стороны, он тихо щёлкал пальцами, быстро пробегая глазами по строчкам. Кевин с нежностью поглядел на него и, тихо подойдя, аккуратно забрался на кровать, обхватил ладонями голени юноши, резко раздвинул его ноги. От неожиданности Аарон взвизгнул и обернулся, намереваясь накричать на того, кто посмел его тронуть. На мгновение слова застряли в глотке, стоило только увидеть эти зеленые щенячьи глазки, но Миньярд быстро пришел в себя и зашипел.

— Какого хрена ты творишь?!

Кевин мягко улыбнулся, наблюдая, как румянец расползается по лицу и шее Аарона. Он так очарователен. Мужчина нежно провел пальцами по икрам возлюбленного, слегка сжал их и медленно перешел к бедрам, хватая их сильнее, чем нужно, покачивая их из стороны в сторону, наблюдая, как кожа под его руками мягко перекатывается. Они как две большие зефирки. Подумал Кевин и улыбнулся. Это выглядело бы забавно, если бы не так горячо. Почему Миньярд все еще ему это позволял? И перейдя к конечной точке, схватил ягодицы и резко шлёпнул по одной, а вторую сжал настолько, что Аарон зашипел, прикусывая губу.

— Извини, но ты слишком красиво лежал, чтобы я не мог тебя не побеспокоить.

Аарон усмехнулся, приподнимая бровь и с любопытством поглядел на Кевина.

— Красиво лежал?

— Именно.

Юноша издал причудливый звук, отчего испугались оба. Он хихикнул. Неужели Аарон Майкл Миньярд только что хихикнул? Дей придвинулся ближе к его лицу, словно проверяя, точно ли это его мальчик. Он знал, на какие звуки способен Аарон, но такого он никогда не слышал. Такой мягкий, как лепесток первого весеннего цветка. Он хочет услышать его еще раз. Двинувшись ближе Кевин ласково поцеловал его. Аарон охотно ответил, довольно промычал, мазнув языком по нижней губе Дея, отстранился.

— Отвали, ты мешаешь мне.

Хмыкнул Аарон и отвернулся, но красные уши выдавали его. Кевин тихо рассмеялся, но ещё раз провел руками по ногам, но теперь уже от ягодиц к ступням и слегка пощекотал их, вызывая у Миньярда тихое лисье фырканье, чем-то отдалённо напоминающее смех.

— Я просто полежу здесь и почитаю, — Дей поднялся, взял свой учебник по истории древнего Рима и вернулся на место, укладываясь между ног своего парня, кладя голову на ягодицы и повернулся так, чтобы время от времени целовать внутреннюю часть бёдер. — Ты же не против?

Кевин не видел его лица, но потому, как вздрагивало его тело от любого прикосновения, мог догадаться, что ему это очень нравилось.

— Придурок, — и немного погодя шепотом добавил, — Оставайся.

Мужчина не знал, в какой момент это началось, но он не жалел, что полюбил этого человека. Чувства в груди кричали, словно пожар, они сжигали его изнутри, и из-за этого хотелось кричать все громче и громче. Сейчас Кевину казалось, что он мог все, даже завоевать Олимпийскую медаль, лишь бы Аарон Майкл Миньярд освещал его жизнь.

Устроившись поудобнее, Кевин просунул руку под левой ногой Аарона и мягко поглаживал её, пока читал о походах полководца Марка Юния Брута.

[angry-redfox]

Aaron:

Andrew:

Aaron:

Andrew sighed heavily: what is it?

Aaron hugs the puppy to him: ...gingerbread

Andrew raises an eyebrow: Gingerbread?

Aaron answers uncertainly: yes?..

Andrew:

Aaron:

Andrew: You can keep it

Aaron smiles happily, hugging the spotted lump to himself.

[angry-redfox]

If the heroes of the trilogy "all for the sake of the game" had wings, who was what bird in your opinion?

I think Andrew's wings would have been broken off by Drake. All because he didn't like sparrows, but Andrew would never admit how bitterly he cried because of it. All the pain and bitterness mixed in him, more than anything in the world he would like to take off at least once. The protruding pieces of wings were bleeding painfully, there were dark brown feathers with tufts of down everywhere.

As for Neil, I guess he would be a falcon. Because of the small size and fast speed. But I can also assume that his wings will not grow, because his father or one of his wards will inject a drug into Neil's body that will block the growth of wings. But it won't be a problem for Neil. His mother lost her wings after she married Nathan Vesninsky and did fine without them.

Kevin will have the biggest wings and he will have crow wings. Phah, it's funny, isn't it? But also his right wing will be broken and he did not dare to take off for a long time.

Nikki, for example, has owls? Why not?

But Renne has herons. This bird is very elegant and graceful, I think it would be perfect for her.

[angry-redfox]

Neil: Andrew:

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//a mini-sketch of the relationship between Aaron and Neil :p

What if Neil wandered into the state where Aaron lived and made friends with him, and then offered to run away with him?

two teenagers are hiding in the woods from a maniac father and an alcoholic mother

Drops of oil dripped down his chin, greedily biting into the rabbit's leg, it even seemed to growl. Sucking the bone, running his tongue along the oil tracks on his palms, and then biting the bone, crunching and unpleasantly frowning eating it too. That's what hunger does to people. Turns them into creatures ready to rush at anything that moves, the main thing is to fill their bellies. Neil, watching from the sidelines with what pleasure Aaron ate a meager portion, twirled his leg in his hands. Today they managed to treat themselves to only a few handfuls of berries and roots. Tomorrow Aaron promised to teach him how to weave hooks to catch fish. Although it's funny, no matter how much Neil himself studied, nothing worked out. Then the fishing line is too loosely tied and the hook goes to the bottom with the catch, and he laughs like a child. But you can't say that Aaron can show something besides poisonous irritation. And you can't get angry, but you just start laughing with him. I can't remember when Josten spent time with someone so carelessly. Mother never allowed anything detailed. Claiming that it distracts, does not allow you to focus on your safety. And when did he begin to treat her so negligently? He threw his rabbit leg into his partner's plastic plate, for which he was gifted with a puzzled look, light eyebrows frowned, converging over the bridge of his nose, forming funny hollows. Raising his hands up, Neil tried to smile as innocently as he could, but apparently they didn't believe him a bit.

—I don't want to," was all he said, rolling his eyes, Minyard snorted with displeasure, sitting closer and pouring his handful of berries into Neil's plate.

— That's fair.

Laughing softly, Josten nodded without arguing.

[angry-redfox]

What?!... °-°

[angry-redfox]

is it possible that there will be vomiting attacks due to poor-quality hot chocolate?🤔

[angry-redfox]

How do you see Aaron and Kevin's relationship?🤔

[angry-redfox]

Au: Fox Neal is a werewolf that Andrew helps by leaving food on the sidewalk. after a while, dead crows begin to appear next to his car. At first Andrew doesn't understand what it is, but Renee tells him that as a token of gratitude, the fox brings him dead ravens.

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Kevin: I'm the most popular with girls!

Someone: well, I don't believe it

Kevin: if I shout "my love" then all the girls will turn around

Someone: Come on

Kevin: MY LOVE

* everyone is silent*

Aaron: * is on the other side of the room drinking beer on a bet with Alison*WAIT A MINUTE, I'LL BE RIGHT THERE

[angry-redfox]

Nagisa: Karma, say something romantic

Karma: Why do I need a d*ck if you're not on it~

Nagisa: ...

[angry-redfox]

/ how Karma describes Nagisa in the circle of his friends/

Karma: damn, well, such a little one runs and yells all the time

[angry-redfox]

Nagisa: Karm, would you love me if I was a worm?

Nagisa: I don't think so..

Karma: Nagisa.. it's 3 o'clock in the fuc*ing night

Nagisa: I understand everything.. sorry /turned away, a quiet sob/

Karma: ...