You and Us

T: Free for a Boyfriend

CW/Kink list: straight to queer awakening, power bottom, teasing.

"I don't know how you talked me into this, Max." You turn to the driver's seat once the car was parked.

"C'mon," Max says, "it'll be fun. Couple of foxy besties hanging out."

"Max, you're my best friend, but please never refer to the two of us like that again. And yeah, hanging out is fun, but does it have to be here?" You gesture to the building Max drove you two to.

"Oh, c'mon, live a little!" Max gets out of the car as he's talking.

"I guess. . ." You step out of Max's car. You're still not quite sure about this.

"Great!" Max grabs your paw and pulls you to the building. "This is gonna be great!"

"Yeah. . ." You struggle to keep up.

Max practically drags you through the door to the dark interior. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust.

It's fairly crowded. You have to duck and twist yourself every which way to avoid bumping into anyone while Max is pulling you through. And that is no easy task.

It was probably bound to happen, so when you lose Max's paw, you sigh and pull out your phone.

"Where did you go?" you text Max.

"got table" he messaged back.

"Where, Max?" He always gives practically no information when he's texting you.

"near stage"

You mutter to yourself as you cram your phone back into your pocket, "At least that's kind of helpful."

You turn to the stage that's in the middle of the room.

On the side facing you, there's a male panda bear. Looking at him, you can't help but snort. He had his shirt of and was hanging off the side of a pole, but he was so small! You think that you would make a better performer. It's a little hard to tell, but you'd guess that you had a few feet on him height-wise, and much more muscle.

Girls would pay to watch you more than they'd pay for whoever that panda is.

That's when you take a closer look at the audience that you're by.

"Fuck, this performance is for gays," you mutter to yourself. You do not want to get caught in with these furs.

You make your way closer to the stage. Max was probably on the other side, where, most likely, there were some girl performers.

As you walk closer to the stage, you find yourself looking at the panda again. He's kind of—kind of cute, you find yourself thinking as you watch him twirl around.

What am I thinking? I'm straight. You reprimand yourself internally.

You get to almost the base of the stage when you spot Max. He had snagged a small table that was to the side of the stage, meaning that you could see both sides of the divider.

You want to be able to focus on the three female cats who were doing some kind of dance, but you keep glancing over to the panda. Something about the way he was moving, it just made you keep looking back.

Why did Max have to chose this place to watch the girls from? Does he take joy in making you question everything about yourself?

You happen to be glancing in the panda's direction when he arches his back, hanging upside down with his legs on either side of the pole, and makes eye contact with you. He gives you a confused look and holds his position.