House Mates [Tefa x Foxxy]

[Teaf]

"Woah." Corbin raised a dark eyebrow at his roommate who had somehow wrestled a carrying tray for his assortment of drinks. Various shot glasses and whiskey glasses glimmered with dark and light liquors as the other wolf set them onto the table between them. By his estimate, there was enough to get a few more people drunk in addition to themselves. "Are you planning on drinking all that yourself?"

As Fletcher settled onto his side of the curved booth - they had picked a corner booth since it was the three of them, and it allowed them to share more easily - he cast a pointed, albeit bemused, look. "Not necessarily. I am, however," he said, picking up one of the shot glasses with pure vodka in it, "planning on drinking whatever you two don't." The drink when down without any preamble or chasers; now empty, Fletcher turned the glass over and set it back onto the tray, offering a small shrug as he did so. "I did say I was planning to forget tonight."

Earlier that day Fletch had come home with a stormy brow and a dark scowl, announcing his girlfriend had suddenly - and spectacularly, judging by the way onlookers had stared - broken up with him. Of course, Corbin had pressed for the reason but was only met with grumpy silence or an obvious diversion. It was their other roommate's idea to go out and try to dispel whatever was on Fletch's mind with drink.

Corbin had only agreed because it was clear Fletcher seemed keen on the idea, and their roommate seemed keen on going. He was only keen on making sure the night didn't turn into something they would regret. And so they had prepared, Fletcher keeping it simple with jeans, a tank top, and a leather jacket, while Corbin chose jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Well, if you twist my arm like that..." He selected a rum and coke for himself, thumbing idly over the condensation coating the glass. "Should we say a cheers I guess? To 'good riddance' and all that?" The lighter-colored wolf wordlessly picked up another shot, downed it, then grabbed a third.

"To good riddance," Fletcher confirmed.

After a few sips of his drink, Corbin turned to their roommate and smirked, nudging him gently with an elbow. "Are you going to be able to keep up with us?" It was a preposterous notion, given how much larger they were than the cat; both of them had at least six inches of height on him, but Corbin teased anyway. "I don't think I have ever seen you drink, actually."

 

[Foxxy]

Aubrey smiled as he saw Fletcher bring the tray of drinks. They were good friends, good enough for Aubrey to know that the amount of liquor Fletcher imbibed corresponded directly to his emotional state. And this was quite a lot. When the femboy had heard that his friend had broken up with his long time girlfriend, he knew it would be a long night. Aubrey had other plans tonight, but he dropped them in a second to go out with Fletcher and Corbin, that's just the kind of guy he was.

Aubrey was a rather effeminate young cat. Shorter than his two well built friends by almost a full head, with narrow shoulders, slender waist and round hips and ass. He always dressed in feminine clothes. Tonight he was wearing a t shirt, jacket, and mini skirt, with a pair of cute pink panties for anyone who was lucky enough to see up there. He also wore a collar, a habit he'd taken up recently.

Of course he was gay, and never bothered to pretend otherwise. Aubrey's two room mates knew that well enough, And he could swear, maybe out of some misguided hope, that he saw them looking at him with lusty eyes sometimes. The femboy had been described in the past as being "a cuter girl than most actual girls".

"I think I can keep up with you." He said, nudging Corbin back and downing his first shot of the night, keeping down with only a little cough. "And Fletcher has seen me drunk before. I hit on you remember? Haha." He couldn't say he didn't find both of his house mates attractive, or that he had never fantasised about either of them, hell he'd even entertained the notion of bedding both at once.

"But don't worry I won't prey on you while you're on the rebound." Aubrey stuck out his tongue teasingly, his tail swaying behind him as the first shot started to hit him. "Not that you'd be able to resist me haha."

 

[Teaf]

Both wolves were aware of Aubrey's sexuality - for how could they not? The cat did nothing to hide it, though that was perfectly fine with them. Fletcher took the approach that people should be who they were supposed to be, though he also mentioned his then-girlfriend at the time, and Corbin often complimented Aubrey on his cute outfits. He had not, however, been aware of the night Aubrey brought up. "What?" He asked, momentarily startled before a great guffaw of laughter broke free. "Really?"

Fletcher had to pause for a moment to think, but then chuckled himself. "I forgot about that, but yeah. You turn into quite the minx when you're drunk," he told Aubrey, then rolled his eyes at the comment of being preyed upon. "On the rebound..." The words were muttered as if they were a swear word but he recovered quickly, propping his head up with one hand on the table and looking at Aubrey with soft amusement. "Of course I wouldn't be able to resist you." Out of the three of them, Fletcher had been the only one to have dated a female while they roomed together; he couldn't say what Corbin's sexuality was, but he had always had his feet squarely set on "straight." He played along anyway. "Would you at least buy me dinner before you preyed upon me and got me into bed with you?"

Corbin, on the other hand, was still processing the news he had heard. It was difficult to stop the mental images of Aubrey, tipsy and beautiful, growing more and more flirtatious. "Well, if some alcohol is all you need, then..." The wolf jokingly pushed a few more shot glasses towards Aubrey with a wide grin, shooting a look over at Fletcher. "Someone has to balance out the grumpy that's been brought. And anyway, I feel like I need to see what you're like drunk for myself."

It was a selfish wish, though Corbin tried to play it off as lighthearted fun; his chest, however, tightened at the thought of Aubrey flirting with him, finally gaining some sort of hint that his quiet crush was not in vain. Corbin couldn't quiet put a finger on how or when it started, but he was growing hopelessly aware that their effeminate roommate held his attention in ways other men and women could not.

 

[Foxxy]

Aubrey giggled. He was certainly a light weight when it came to alcohol. One shot and he was feeling a little giddy, although the femmy feline was still in control at this point, that probably wouldn't last the night. He wiggled his cute little butt in his seat as that nice floaty feeling washed over him.

"Hey, I don't just hit on everyone. Wait... that came out wrong... I mean uhhh...." Aubrey cringed as he realised the implication of what he'd said. He reached over and grabbed Corbin's arm, latching onto it and sticking a tongue out at Fletcher.

"Obviously I prefer Corbin anyway!" He said teasingly, smiling as Corbin gave him another drink. "Oh really? So you're trying to get me drunk now and take advantage of me is that it?" The femboy said jokingly, before downing another shot. The liquor felt harsh in his throat but he kept it down.

"At least you could get me something colorful! I want girly drinks! Girly drinks for a girly guy! Shots are so not classy." Aubrey giggled, the alcohol from the second shot already starting to hit him.

Aubrey slid over to Fletcher, resting his head on the man's shoulder. "Fletch! Corbin is trying to get me drunk!"

 

[Teaf]

Fletcher snorted softly, smirking. Aubrey's declaration that he would be able to keep up was short sighted in his eyes, for he remembered how quickly the little cat had gotten drunk before. Already, he could sense that the alcohol was kicking in for both of them; three shots in and he could feel a gentle warmth coaxing him to relax. It was cute, he thought, that Aubrey seemed to go in the opposite direction: his energy and giddiness seemed closer to the surface, especially when he replied in a way that seemed like another come on.

When it was corrected Fletcher leaned backwards, clapping a hand over his chest melodramatically with a heavy sigh. "Ouch - it's like I've been dumped twice in one day, now. I can't catch a break..." The tone was light-hearted, however, and he scooped up another shot and downed it with ease. Corbin chuckled too, though he was clearly pleased at how Aubrey clung to his arm.

"That shouldn't be a surprise, Fletch," Corbin told the other. "I'm obviously the better one. And what do you mean, 'trying to get you drunk'?" He added with a laugh, looking at Aubrey. "You're doing a pretty good job with that all on your own." Since they were so close, and since Aubrey was wrapped around his arm, it felt only natural to him that he let his hand rest upon the feminine boy's knee. He gave it a soft squeeze, enjoying how close they were. "Though I agree, these shots don't suit you - what would you like? Something fruity? This one can be on me."

With several shots down, Corbin was watching his two roommates with growing contentment, thanks to the alcohol. Even from the beginning, it was clear to him that Corbin particularly enjoyed Aubrey's company, which made him glad both of his friends were willing to come to his aid. They were a bit of an odd group - though Aubrey could draw eyes no matter where he was - but somehow he felt as if that fit them just fine. He smiled again when Aubrey slid over to his side of the booth and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Hnn. Somehow I don't think you're minding too much on that end." Fletcher replied easily. He shifted and let his own head drop, resting it gently on top of Aubrey's to return the affectionate gesture. "Are you going to be okay with another drink, though? You're moving through them pretty fast." As he spoke his eyes drifted down towards Aubrey's skirt. Skirts were a common piece in Aubrey's apparel, but he had never really noticed exactly how natural they looked on the smaller male: the cat's long, lean legs were more like a woman's than a man's.

 

[Foxxy]

Aubrey scooped up another drink and shot it down, eager to show that he could keep up, even if it was starting to have a drastic effect on the small femboy. "Oh don't be mean to Fletch! He's a cutie, I think *I* would know! He'll easy get another girlfriend! Too bad you're straight hehe." Aubrey giggled and purred contently as Fletcher rested his head on him. "Hehe, I mean... I'm not hitting on you! I'm allowed to say you're cute without hitting on you! And you are too Corbin! You're both hotties, if you made a porno together I would watch it. But I'm not like a pervert or anything! You should! You could make a lot of money, lots of guys would pay to see you two cuties..." He continued rambling, his effeminate voice slurring ever so slightly.

"What? nooo..... I'm not drunk, I can keep up with you guys easily! You guys will probably pass out before I even get tipsy, so if you had plans of getting me drunk so I'll go home with you you better forget it!... Oh wait we are going home together we live together hahaha!" Aubrey squeezed Fletcher's arm, and noticed the hand on his leg. "Hey! Are you trying to cop a feel or something? You sure rebound quickly." With a horrified look on his face, Aubrey turned to face Fletcher and wrap his arms around the wolf, inadvertently giving Corbin a good view of his panties from behind as his mini skirt covered nothing from this angle. "I'm sorry! I should be more sensitive. I don't want you to think about her." He said, squeezing Fletcher before sitting next to him again.

"Okay well... what are we getting to drink? Oh you should get me a daiquiri! I love daiquiris! A banana daiquiri! I love bananas! Hey don't look at me like that! Get your mind out of the gutter!" The femboy cat stuck his tongue out teasingly. "Corbin! Get me a daiquiri! I'll give you a big hug and kiss on the cheek! Or if you get two daquiris I'll kiss you wherever you want!" Aubrey made kissy lips at Corbin as he spoke. "Or maybe you guys should kiss. That would be soo cute! Haha. I bet Fletcher would slip his tongue in first! You know what's he's like." Said Aubrey, growing more inebriated by the second. In truth though he did have strong feelings for both Corbin and Fletcher. The femboy would have definitely asked one of them out long ago if they were gay. Sadly this was not the case. But he still had fun flirting with them from time to time.