It was a really nice day. The most perfect kind of spring day, in fact. Just the right temperature, and not a cloud in the sky. A sweet, gentle breeze to keep it from being too warm in the sun, and the shade perhaps a bit chilly. Not that Fern minded. Laying in the soft grass under a tree and staring up at the azure holes lazily winking above him through the rustling leaves, he was finding it difficult to stay awake. As an omicron, he had been left alone in the fields to watch the tractor, and he had little else to do but wait for the return of the others and take a short nap.

That was his plan, anyway. It certainly wasn’t on his mind that he would be startled awake by a quick, sharp pain in his tail. Eyes snapping open, he sat bolt upright and glared about. A shadow was hurrying around the tractor. Nose quivering, Fern’s teeth bared angrily. The smell certainly didn’t belong to any wolf he knew. Some stranger was in his pack’s land!

Lunging to his paws, Fern rushed around the tractor to see the shadow vanish into the brush of a shallow ravine that separated two fields. Growling, his tail still stinging, he took off after the stranger. Pausing in a space among the heavy brush, he peered around and sniffed the air.

Reaching into a tangle of branches, his strong grip took hold of something smooth and attached to a head that he jerked into the open with a quick bleat of surprise, the rest of the body stumbling out and tripping to his knees. Now, Fern had a firm hold on both antlers, snarling down at the young buck not much older than himself at his feet.

“I’ve half a mind ta rip out yer throat an’ serve ye fer dinner, buck boy,” he threatened, jerking the deer’s head aside to expose the side of his neck when he tried to shake free and rise.

Looking up at him with dazzling amber eyes, the buck thought for a moment before baring his flat teeth in a nervous grin. “Ah, ha, we-well, uh, that’d be such a shame!”

“Oh? Suppose yer gonna tell me yer scrawny.”

The buck tittered and waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, ha ha, naw, I eat too well to be scrawny. N-No, it’d jist be a shame cuz ya seem like a nice guy an’ someone I could make good friends with!”

Fern’s eyes narrowed. “Friends, eh? Makin’ friends weren’t on yer mind pluckin’ my tail! An’ yer flattery ain’t gonna stop me from eatin’ ye. I happen to be real hungry waitin’ on everyone else.”

“Oh, uhhh, well, I could, uh, help ya pass the time!” The buck gave him the most charming grin he could muster. Fern had to admit, it made him really sexy in that moment. “I could keep ya company!”

Baring his teeth further, Fern shook his head. “I don’t think ye’d like my kind o’ company, buck boy.”

The deer’s long ears perked up. “Oh, uh, well, ha, ya can’t be all that bad, ha ha. Yer such a-- a handsome fella. Really like that markin’ on yer side there. Looks kinda like a fern frond.”

His brows pinched together. “Yeah. It’s what I were named fer,” he replied gruffly.

“Oh? Uh, Fern, is that it? Ah! It’s so nice to make yer acquaintance! Uh, my name’s Baxter. I, uh, come from way up the river. Uh, sawrry, ya know, ‘bout the tail pull. Jist, uh, needed a lil piece of a predator an’, uh, thought ya looked like the understandin’ type.”

Once again baring his teeth, Fern shook him a bit by the antlers to remind him which of them was in control of the situation. “I understand yer in my pack’s territory an’ yer prey. Give me a reason I shouldn’t make ye into a stew? Yer pelt’d look real nice as a rug.”

Gathering himself, Baxter again gave him a most charismatic smile. “Oh, ya, uh, ya like my coat? Uh, well, I like yer coat, too! Maybe we can, uh, get our coats mixed together?”

An unusual sensation bubbled up in his body, but he wasn’t about to let the deer know that. “I don’t think ye’ll like where this flattery gets ye,” he retorted. A sudden wry smirk preceded him jerking the buck’s head closer to his groin. “Unless ye like suckin’ dick.”

He was certain he had made the buck rethink his strategy when he gasped. After all, there was no one else like him, he had quickly discovered. The rejections from other men ranged from polite to full recoil. He was certainly not prepared for Baxter to willingly nuzzle the side of his crotch.

“Actually, I do,” he murmured with a deep sniff.

Fern released him as though he had been burnt and stepped back, his jaw nearly hitting his chest when it popped open. The buck peered up at him with those captivating eyes and gave him a knowing smirk. “Never met ‘nother gay man before?”

Jerkily shaking his head, Fern realized he had been holding his breath. He sucked in air just as Baxter grinned excitedly. “Oh, then allow me.”

Taking to his hooves, the buck stood and took advantage of Fern’s still open mouth, kissing him fearlessly and pushing him back. Stumbling in shock, Fern found himself pressed tight against the ravine wall. His litter-brother and he were already the tallest wolves in the pack, but Baxter’s spidery legs and long elegant neck made him taller still. Wide eyed, Fern was frozen in uncertainty. Feeling the buck’s hands sensually run up his taut stomach and press against his chest where his heart pounded in his ribs, he reached up and put his hands on Baxter’s wrists, but the reactions in his body didn’t give him the strength to push the deer away. Baxter’s body was tight against his, and they were immediately aware of each other growing hard. Sliding his hands further up through Fern’s fur with his own hands following, the buck cupped his face under his chin to deepen the kiss until his tension shattered and he gave in to it, returning the kiss eagerly.

Slowly breaking contact to give him the chance to catch to his breath, Baxter’s smug grin was more rapacious than any predator Fern had encountered. “Well, wolfy? Ya did say ya wanted ta eat me.”

His brow furrowed. “I, uh, I ain’t met ‘nother gay man ‘fore, but I know I ain’t the taker,” he panted.

Pursing his lips for a moment, Baxter smirked and waggled his white brows. “Okay. Good thing I do both.”

Then he was back on his knees, nuzzling the bulge in Fern’s pants. He didn’t get much chance to gather his wits before the buck had eagerly pulled his pants open, freeing his thick, shiny rod. The deer paused a moment to admire him with a lustful smile. “Never been with a wolf before. Guess we’re both firsts for each other.”

Fern wanted to think of something to say, but his mind went blank at the soft, warm tongue that started at the base of his knot and leisurely made its way to the leaking tip. He gasped when the velvet heat of Baxter’s mouth enveloped his shaft. Clearly experienced, he had a firm hold on the knot root as he worked his magic all the way down, peeking up to enjoy the shocked, carnal expression on Fern’s face.

Staring down at this deer sucking his cock, it sure wasn’t how he had been expecting to spend his afternoon, but he wouldn’t have stopped it even if he had any of his sanity to grab hold of. So instead, he grabbed a hold of those bobbing antlers as his hips surrendered to the powerful instinct causing a familiar pressure to build in his body. Baxter’s expert hoof-tipped fingers massaged his testicles, working him to a pent up crescendo that he couldn’t resist. With a growl and a moan of release, he jerked Baxter close and was glad the rock behind him gave him something to lean against as his eyes fluttered and his toes splayed wide to show their webbing and curled. The deer’s snout was longer than a wolf’s and he was able to pop the thick knot in to balloon his cheeks as he swallowed every last drop he could work out of Fern.

Spent and panting hard, he peeked down when he felt Baxter slide back, and grin up at him. “Little pent up, were ya?”