Tom walked out of
Andy's car, bags of groceries in hand. There weren't many, just the supplies he
needed this month. He needed a new towel, though, since his old one was ripped
when he tripped over it.

When he was going
home from the supermarket, he met Andy and Nathan who were shopping too. They
offered him to go home together—and he helped them carry their groceries—and afterwards
they had some food. Andy bought him a lasagne too because he helped him do
another homework.

“Thanks a lot, ya, Di!" he said as he closed the door.

Andy waved his
hand at him. “No probs, mate. Just call if you need a ride!"

Tom waved back at
them as they drove away.

He glanced at the
darkening sky. It was early spring; the deadly cold was no longer there to
destroy everything. His winter fur was slowly shedding, and he was looking
forward to going back to a less puffy version of himself who didn't shed
everywhere. He walked towards his dorm and took his phone out. It was almost 20.

Nothing like a cup of hot green tea latte to enjoy the night. He had
finished his assignments and essays for the next week, so he had some free
time. He still had the next meeting tomorrow for the intercultural festival
next month, but he'd collected all the reports from the divisions so he would
only need to present them.

Oh wait, he still
had one. He hadn't done his Social Statistics homework.

Oh well, nothing
like a cup of green tea latte to accompany him doing his homework.

He unlocked the
door to his dorm room and walked inside, turning the lamp on and taking his
jacket off. It was a bit messy since he hadn't had the time to clean it
properly after doing his assignments earlier this afternoon. There were plastic
bags and paper cups on his nightstand and several more on his bed. His desk was
in chaos and books were everywhere.

Sometimes, he was
glad that he lived alone. His roommate had moved out during the second semester
and he hadn't had a replacement since. He had asked the dorm manager about it,
though he didn't know who could be assigned. New students tended to be placed
at the newly built north dormitory, so the ones who lived here were mostly old
students.

The thought of
asking Max or Martin or Kevin—okay, maybe not Kevin—to move here appeared in
his mind now and then, but it would be too much work. Besides, living alone
meant he could do anything. And no one was there to witness him having one of
his breakdowns.

As for now, he put
the second bed close to the corner and covered it with a large piece of wood
he'd found, making an impromptu kitchen counter where he put his supplies. The
other bed was similarly sized. He and Kevin could sleep next to each other on
it… er, while cuddling, that was.

He put the plastic
bags on the counter and took their contents out, arranging them with the
others. The new towel was put in the hanger section of the closet. He also took
a clean t-shirt and pants and took his shirt and trousers off.

He took the brush
and gave his fur a quick combing. Early spring meant he'd need more time
cleaning excess fur from his room. Sometimes, he cursed his rather fluffy fur.
It sure made him a lot nicer, and according to Lucy, a lot hotter, especially around
his neck, but it was a chore to maintain. He envied Max for having short fur.

Sitting on the
bed, he combed through his tail, making sure to give it a little more force.
Again, according to Lucy, his tail made him look more graceful. It could be
handy as a third hand sometimes. After he was done combing his fur, he made a
furball and put it away, then put a fresh t-shirt and pants on.

Okay, now to some
cleaning first.

The wolf took a rubbish
bag and began putting the rubbish in it. First went the furball. There were
several clean paper cups, so he put them back on the counter. He put the bag
next to the door and continued by putting the books on his table. He'd done his
Advanced Writing essay, so he discarded that book from the rest and put it on
another pile to return to the library. When he was done, he began picking the
shed fur that he could from the bed and floor. He would borrow Martin's vacuum
and clean his room more thoroughly tomorrow.

Right, he had to
clean his wooden staff. It looked a bit faded. However, he had an assignment to
do, so he'd clean it another time.

He took his laptop
and put it on the bed, plugging it in after hours of typing before. It was an
endurance champ but he wanted to watch some Furflix later tonight. He'd even
bought the popcorn. Smiling to himself at the idea of chilling around, he
discarded the sheets of paper from the table and put it into the rubbish bag.

After he was done,
he walked to the counter and poured the green tea latte sachet into a cup, then
filled it with hot water. He gave it a few stirs and put it on the corner of
the desk. He had an assignment to do.

Okay.

He turned his
phone on and opened notes. The assignment had lots of numbers and formulae,
which were his weakest points. Maths was literally fixed logic; there could
only be one answer if one uses the correct formula, but he was pants at it. He
took a folio paper and a pencil and put them in front of him in preparation for
what was to come.

The Statistics
book next to the paper was like a pillow, and for some moments he laid his head
atop it, contemplating what would happen if eggplants didn't have eggs in them.

He sipped his
drink. Tea was both his strength and his weakness. It helped him calm down but
also acted like a drug. It wasn't really an addiction, he just naturally wanted
it when he was stressed.

Tea had taught him
a lot of things, especially patience, hopefulness, and hard work. If one wanted
to drink some tea, they had to do some work. One had to harvest the tea, then
put it under the sun for several days to dry out. Then, one had to pour some
hot water and wait some more, hoping it would taste good. It wouldn't taste
good without sugar, of course, but there came the beauty, there were things to appreciate
behind the bitterness of tea. The same can be applied to coffee, albeit with some
differences.

Even behind the
bitterness of life, there were things to appreciate.

Yet… there was something he noticed. Since that day in Octo's dorm, he
noticed that Max was… well, kind of shy? They didn't hang out as often nor
greet each other as often. He still attended the meetings for the intercultural
festival, though, but he was quieter than usual. Maybe it was just because Max
was a bit upset because he kissed him that day or because he had too many
things to do?

He hoped the latter was the case.

Ugh, it was always
alcohol. Behind every bad decision there was alcohol. He wanted to properly
apologise to Max but he couldn't do it when the dog didn't even answer his
texts.

Hopefully, Max
could get over it soon.

The wolf took a
deep breath and leant forward. The assignment wasn't going to finish itself, so he had to do it now. He quickly skimmed the book, going to the
current chapter. There was a formula he had to use to do the first question,
and he wasn't sure where was it.

Some questions
later, he finished the cup. He leant back on the chair tiredly and glanced at
the clock; it was almost 22.

Had it been that
long?

The paper was
almost full. There were lots of diagrams and tables on it, most of them he
couldn't really understand despite having written them. Maybe he should call Ellie
and ask for her help to do this assignment.

His ear unconsciously
swivelled when he heard a knock on the door, followed by a weak groan. He
looked at the door. There was another knock, this time more impatient than
before.

The wolf tilted
his head a bit. Who could come at this time of night? Max never came to his dorm,
while Martin always marched right in like nobody's business and gave him some
snacks.

“Come on, door,
open!" he heard someone yelling.

He stood up and
walked towards the door. Probably just someone knocked at the wrong door.

When he opened the
door, he immediately took a step back as his visitor almost knocked at his
head. He looked up; it was Kevin.

He wanted to ask
why was he here, but the very strong smell of alcohol gave him the answer.

“Heeey, Tom."
Kevin said with a drunken smile. “You don't mind me visiting you, right?"

Tom stared at him,
frowning. “Kev, what're you doing?"

The other wolf scratched
his nape. “Um, having a good time?"

He crossed his
arms. “How much have you had?"

“Um," Kevin looked
away, still scratching his nape. “I remember taking 3 cans... then I lost
count."

“Did you break to
the second package?"

Kevin burped. “Er,
yeah, I think."

Tom facepalmed.

“That shit tastes
so good, how could I don't drink it? 'Sides, my friends are enjoying it."

He jabbed Kevin's side,
earning a surprised yelp. “Get back to your bloody dorm sana."

“It's on the other
side of the campus." The bigger wolf said, rubbing his abused side.

“So?"

“So,"

Tom's tail waved
as he stared at him, then he shook his head in disapproval. “You're just… terserah lah." He moved aside to let the
red wolf come in.

Kevin instantly
crashed on the bed, whining something about the bed being soft or things close
to that. Tom gave him a look, did he really go to a pub? He was only wearing a
loose t-shirt and pants, too casual to go to a pub. Did he even go here through
the cold in just all that?

Letting out a
sigh, Tom sat back on his chair and continued doing his assignment. “Has
anybody ever told you that you are the most insufferable person in existence?"

Kevin sat up. “Um,
wat?"

“Nothing."

They went quiet.
The smaller wolf thought Kevin was sleeping as he worked out the formula for
the next question. He heard some shuffling sound and thought that Kevin was
just taking his shirt off. No matter, he had to concentrate on the assignment.

Everything was
silent until he was done with the question. When he felt something brushed against
his nape, he realised Kevin was looking at what he was doing all along.

“What's that?" he
asked.

“This—get off!"
Tom said, pushing the bigger wolf's muzzle away. “You reek of alcohol."

Kevin kept looking
at him curiously. “You doing your homework?"

“Yes. Now sit down
and don't disturb me."

The larger wolf
did so, sitting on the bed quietly, still in his t-shirt. Tom moved to the next
question, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out the last piece
of the formula. His calculations were always wrong.

“Stop wagging your
tail, it sounds annoying." He said to the other.

He tried again.
This time, he could find that he put the wrong variable. He corrected it, but
his calculation still came out wrong.

He felt like Kevin
was still watching him curiously.

Leaning on the
chair, he let out a tired sigh. “Okay, what do you want dah?" he said while looking at the ceiling.

Kevin burped.
“What's that?"

“My homework." He
glanced at the red wolf in annoyance. Admittedly, Kevin looked very cute like that,
but he was too annoyed to care right now. “Any more question?"

“Yeah, er," Kevin
scratched his nape. “what's that? I mean, what's your homework?"

“Social Statistics.
I don't suppose you can help me with this." Tom said, sipping his drink only to
find that his cup was empty.

“Uh, maybe I can?"

“I don't reckon
you can do that while being drunk."

“Just explain it
to me." Again with the tail wagging.

Tom sighed again
but did that, nonetheless. “I'm stuck on the fourth question. It tells me to
calculate the average and standard deviation and percent frequency distribution
of the given data. The problem is, my formula doesn't work, or somehow it doesn't
work." The wolf looked at his paper and flipped it to see his previous answers.

Kevin hummed.

“I'm pretty sure
it's the same with the previous questions but… my calculation results just
don't make any sense." He ran his hand through his head fur, then looked at
Kevin. The other wolf was looking at him, but his eyes were half-open, a bit
hazy. “Are you even listening?"

Kevin closed his
eyes. “God, don't stop talking."

Tom looked below and
found a pretty sizable bulge in the red wolf's pants.

He instantly
kicked it. Kevin groaned and tensed up, holding his nether region with his face
in pain. “The fuck did you do that for?!"

“The fuck did you
do that for?!" he bit him back
despite being slightly excited at the bulge. It looked nice.

Ehem. Okay.

He extended his
arm, wanting to flick Kevin's ear for having used his voice for excitement.
However, it kind of… turned him on. He didn't know that he could really do
that.

Instead, Kevin
took his arm and threw him into the bed, then flipped them so that he was on
top of the grey wolf. The movement caught Tom off guard. Kevin planted his
hands on either side of his head while looking down at Tom with a wolfish grin.

Tom gulped;
somehow, this excited and scared him at the same time. Maybe because he had
imagined being in this position a few times. As much as he liked it, though, he
had never imagined him to be drunk. He could still take him despite Kevin being
one and a half time larger and a lot more muscular than him. He wanted to push
the other wolf away, but then Kevin growled low, making his ears flatten.

“You know, that
turns me on so much." He said, still with that grin.

He struggled,
holding Kevin's thick arms as leverages. “Kevin, wait—"

“Now, you're gonna
be responsible for that." Then Kevin bit him softly on the neck, and Tom's eyes
widened as he thought he was being attacked.

It stung a bit.
The big wolf then licked the spot which he bit.

“K-Kev…"

“Feels good, huh?"

Kevin bit him
again, making Tom grip his sides. Fuck, Kevin was hard all over.

“You want me to take him?" Lain asked him inside
his head.

Tom's eyes widened
a bit, then he relaxed. “Uh, you don't
need to."

Lain answered. “Really? You're gonna let him rape you?"

“I don't know…"

He did not answer,
but he could feel Lain watching him with a grin. Since when had Lain been up
and watching him anyway?

He then froze when
he felt Kevin's hand going under his t-shirt. His grip hardened as it groped
him all over.

“You feel nice.
Fuck, you smell nice." The other wolf
said, smelling and licking his neck. Tom closed his eyes and pushed him slowly.
“Fuck, Tom, you drive me crazy."

“Suit yourself."

“Mmm." Kevin nipped
his ear, then licked it. “Tastes good."

“Hnn." Too bad you reek of alcohol, Kev.

Kevin grunted in
approval and pulled Tom's t-shirt up, revealing his light grey chest. He then went
down to lick it.

“F-fuck, Tom."

He then leant down
to lie on him, taking in his scent. Suddenly, he stopped.

A few moments
later, Tom could hear his soft snores.

Fuck. That was close. Too close.

He just lay there
with Kevin on top of him. His dick was rock hard inside his pants, rubbing
against the red wolf's pecs in a sweet way.

The room was dead
silent. He looked at the ceiling. The pattern there was delicate, thin black
lines weaving against the white background. Kevin was heavy, yet this position
was what he wanted all along. Tom closed his eyes. His hands were now gripping
the other wolf's upper arms and shoulders. He ran his hands on them, feeling
their firmness and the soft fur. Kevin's fur was surprisingly soft.

Okay, he could do
the assignment tomorrow. Now, he wished he could fall asleep peacefully. He had
no intention to move Kevin, not when he was within his arm's reach, although he
knew he should move him.

“Feels good?"

“Shut up."

Lain laughed. “Whatever you say."

Kevin woke up to a terrible headache. He gripped his
head and groaned, then his stomach gurgled.

He tried to open
his eyes, but the light was too much. There was an urge to throw up, and he sat
up holding his mouth.

“Here."

He took the
offered plastic bag and threw up immediately.

When he was done,
he put it away, only to have it pushed back at him. He pushed it away again,
and this time it was put away.

The wolf lay back
on the bed and gripped his head. What happened? Did he drink too much again
last night? His memories were fuzzy, but he could remember going out with
Geoffrey, Spencer, and some other guys to… somewhere. One can led to another,
and he lost count.

He lost count.

“Tom?" he meekly
said. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. He put his arm over his head to cover
his eyes.

“You really are
fucked up, ya kan Kev?" replied Tom
beside him.

“Yeah…"

He felt a hand
lifting the back of his head while another holding a drink over his muzzle.
Weakly, he just let himself be manipulated.

The water helped
his burning throat ease up. He coughed a bit, then continued drinking until the
glass was empty.

He then dared open
his eyes fully. The sunlight from the window blinded him a little, then his
eyes adjusted to the input and took a glance over the room. The room he was in
didn't seem like his place, so he guessed he was at Tom's.

…why was he at
Tom's?

“What happened
last night, Kev? With the alcohol, I mean."

“Dunno." He let
out a sigh. “I was just having a good time with my buddies."

“Whatever you did,
just please make sure not to drink too much. And please don't make going to my
dorm when you're drunk a habit."

He looked beside
him. Tom was sitting on a chair in front of the desk, eyes on him. The smaller
wolf didn't look impressed, but there was sympathy in his gaze.

Kevin let out
another sigh. As Tom spoke, his mind calmed. Why was to him his voice really…
good? Maybe it was his accent, maybe it was his speech style; whenever Tom
spoke, he felt like he was at the right place with the right person.

“Did you break up
or something?"

He wiped his face.
“No. Didn't even have a boyfriend."

“I don't suppose
you remember what exactly happened after you were drunk and afterwards?"

“No… nothing." He
looked at the ceilings and thought about it. What did he do last night? “I
remember going somewhere to get drunk… Vilkas was being an ass, then…" he wiped
his face again. “I remember walking here."

He remembered
walking beside Spencer to a house… Mark's house. There were snacks there, some
video games, straight porn vids, lots of beer cans. He remembered Mark offered
him to stay the night, but he stubbornly refused and went ahead instead. He
remembered walking to Tom's dorm and being questioned by the dorm manager.
There was no one that night. He remembered looking at Tom writing something,
then pinning him down, then licking him…

Wait.

Abruptly, he sat
up. He fought the urge to cringe at his grogginess and looked at Tom instead.
The grey wolf looked surprised. What the fuck
did he do last night?!

“Tom!" He said.
“Fuck! Wolf! I-I'm sorry about last night! Really, I-I was drunk! I didn't know
what I was doing! I swear I didn't mean to do that!" He made gestures with his
hands. “I-I'll do anything for you!"

“Kev, you don't
need t—"

Panicking, he
continued. “I'll fucking do anything! Really! If you want to fuck me just say
so! If you want me to be your servant, your sidekick, anything! I swear I won't
m—"

“Kev!" said Tom, stopping his blabber. He
sighed and looked at the ceilings, then back at Kevin. “Really, that was… as
terrible as that was, that wasn't your fault. I know you were drunk and I'm not
holding it against you. Now I know how forward
are you in bed, sih."

Kevin looked down.
He couldn't remember anything else from last night, which was best in his
opinion. That had been seriously terrible for him.

Tom let out a sigh.
“It's kind of surprising, you know, I always thought you fuck a lot."

“I may fuck a lot,
but I'm not a rapist." He replied in a low voice, still looking down. “I'm not
gonna do anything if the other one doesn't want it."

He was lucky this
time. Tom wasn't one to hold grudges and spread stories around. He also didn't seem
to be the type to use what he had against him. Kevin knew if one word went out,
his reputation, his entire college and basketball career would be over. He
could even be kicked out of college.

If last night he
ran into someone else instead, then he might as well count his days.

“I'm not going to
tell anyone, if you're concerned." Tom said, making him turn to him.

“Tom, seriously,
lemme make it up to you. I'll fucking do anything! Free tickets, a fuck,
sidekick, hell, even being your bitch! I'll—"

“That's not going
to help, you know." The other interrupted him, then facepalmed. “How about
this, if you really want to do
anything, then don't drink too much, okay? Just keep it… somewhat above what you can handle."

Kevin stared at
him, then looked back down in defeat. “Y-yeah…"

“Besides, I didn't
get my feelings on it, you know. I know you're the type to… to put it mildly,
to look for fucks whenever you can, but I'm surprised you're so horrified when
you realised what you did." Tom shrugged.

“I'm not…" He said,
letting out a sigh. He knew a limit when he saw one, which was why he almost
always left his one-night standers satisfied. “True that, I look for fucks
whenever I can, but I always make sure the other's into it, y'know. I only go
all the way in if they say yes."

“Consent, I like
that."

“Yeah, consent." Kevin
put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes. “I mean, I know you're not
interested, but you always look like you're at least curious. Maybe that was
what my drunk mind picked up, or I don't know, maybe I was so goddamn fucked up
last night."

He looked at Tom.
The smaller wolf looked thoughtful. He was staring at his desk, as if he were
talking to himself in his mind. He then looked up at the stack of books. He was
staring at it, but his gaze was not there.

Eventually, he let
out a sigh and said. “I know. Sometimes I do seem like curious, but I'm not
going to do it." He then looked at Kevin. “Sorry, Kev. Sorry."

Considering his
fading crush, that wasn't a big deal anymore. “'S not a big deal."

“So, no hard
feelings?"

“No hard feelings."
Kevin let out a small dry chuckle.

“Heh, that's Kevin
for you, alright." Tom then stood up and took the glass. “You want me to boop
you?"

He chuckled again,
this time more genuine. “Well if you want you—"

He was cut when he
felt a paw on his nose. “Boop."

Tom pulled his
hand away and laughed loudly, taking the empty glass and walking away.

“Let's... not do
that again." Kevin said but chuckled along. He leant on the wall behind the bed,
looking away and blushing a bit.

“One thing makes
me wonder, though, how can you talk so clearly now after being so thoroughly rekt
last night?"

“Ehh… magic,
maybe."

“Right, and you'll
grow wings in a few moments." Tom chuckled and gave him another glass of water.

He accepted the
glass and drank the water. “What time is it?"

“Almost half to
ten. Good thing it's Saturday."

His stomach
rumbled. “Shit, I'm hungry."

“I prepared some
instant soup, but I'm still boiling the water." A ding could be heard. “There
it is."

“Boiling?"

“You know, electric
water heater." Shrugging, Tom poured the water into a bowl and gave it a few
stirs. “It's not the best, but I hope it's enough anyway. I usually eat this
when I wake up after being drunk."

“You get drunk?"

“Not usually, and
I have high alcohol tolerance, so I hope that's not saying something." He sat
on the chair and gave Kevin the bowl.

Kevin took a
spoonful of the soup, then almost put it back.

Tom laughed. “It's
hot. I think you could tell by the steam."

“Yeah, thanks for telling me." Kevin looked down. “It
doesn't really taste that bad."

“You know, I'm
actually pretty glad you're sober not only when you're drunk."

He turned his head
at the smaller wolf; Tom was looking at him with a fond smile.

“Well, you're
still a lot easier to deal with when you're a little drunk, but after dealing
with your arseholery all this time, I reckon I picked up one thing or two to
handle you. But seriously don't just go to my dorm when you're drunk."

“Glad to hear that…
I think." Trying to eat the soup again, Kevin shrugged. “So, we're now
friends?"

Tom laughed. “I
think one can speak for oneself."

The door suddenly
opened, revealing a certain red fox who was currently carrying something in his
hand. “Saluuuut, loup fou ! Est-ce qu'on est
prê—" Martin stopped when he saw Kevin on Tom's bed.

Tom crossed his arms
with another smile on his face. “You're not doing your entrance dance?"

“Qu'est-ce qu'il fait là ?!"

Kevin grinned at
him.

“Long story. Now,
where's that bread you bloody promised me three days ago?"

Martin closed the
door behind him. “Oh, oui." He
scratched his head. “I forgot."

The red wolf
snickered. Maybe today was going to be fun.

Remember
guys, consent is fun.
Fun
fact: I wanted to name this chapter “Sexual Statistics" but it just sounds so
nope.

Notes:

Terserah lah = Whatever

Saluuuut, loup fou ! Est-ce qu'on est prê—
= Helloooo, crazy wolf! Are we re—
Qu'est-ce qu'il fait là ?! =
What's he doing here?!