Denying The Undeniable (Furry Male X Male)

Part 1, Chapter 5

"Connor" I whisper as we lay in an open field, stargayzing. He leans his head to the side.
"Hmm?" He says, almost seductively.
"Do you ever think that any of your friends could be gay? Like secretly?"
Connor sits up and chuckles.
"Honey, I know I have friends like that."
Honey?
"What do you mean ho-"
My words are cut off by a taste so forign yet so exotic.
"Just like you." He mocks sarcastically, pushing my upper body against the grass.

"GAh!" I jolt up furiously, panting and looking around frantically.
The TV, the background chatter.. I'm in my house.
Sighing like I'm a stage director who's working with a bunch of anarchists, I get up and walk to the kitchen to glance at the time. 4:15 AM. Christ almighty. I'm still in my clothes. I probably smell like hell.
Being the time, I can't take a shower right now, so I'll just binge my computer, and try to shove that dream away before I get too upset that it isn't real.
An hour or so passes, so it's the golden opprotunity to properly clense myself. I hop in the shower only to be interupted about halfway through, I hear a loud rattling sound. Again it vibrates, again it buzzes.
A call, at 6 AM? My father isnt even up yet.
I decide to answer it, not checking who it is.
"Eyyy! Sinclair do you have any idea what time it is?"
"The time that people dont usually call others at"
"Ha ha very funny" replies Connor.
"Naw it's time for you to get outside and get in the truck, it's freezing balls out here man"
I'm in the shower yo.
"Yeah yeah, lemme finish up my shower really quick."
"Why are you talking to me while your in the shower"
I don't reply.
"Aight, you do you. Just hurry up okay?"
I agree, and hurridly finish up. Within 10 minutes i'm out in my yard, and damn if he was lying. It was cold as hell. The temprature itself wasnt bad, it was the wind that did the work. As soon as I feel the bitterness of November weather, I run and fling myself into his Ford.
"Told ya" Connor laughs.
"Eh shut up, It's because i'm still a little wet."
"Suuure, c'mon Chihuahua." Connor pulls out of our drive and we make our way to the school.
But why so early? Is he usually here 30 minutes before the bell rings?
The ride there was pretty quiet, mainly because I couldn't get that dream out of my head. And with a sudden stop in the parking lot, we arrive at school.