A Mouse in Love

Charlie had known that he was gay ever since he was a kid. When his friends started talking about how they thought a certain female celebrity was hot, all he could do was nod along and pretend the sharp looks, big breasts, and caked-up ass of insert famous pretty woman of the time here did anything for him. They were attractive, sure, but the rodent’s amber eyes always landed on the celebrity’s husband whenever he was shown photos that had the both of them together. 

The mouse’s fake celebrity crush back then was 2000s Colombian sitcom queen, Sofia Vergara. He picked her because she was popular. His friends didn’t question it and some of them even told him that he had ‘great taste’ in women. He chuckled every time he heard it. Once he had repeated his rehearsed line about her curves, ass, and tits enough times, he even started to believe it himself, which led him to stay in the closet a little longer than he would have had he just admitted that he was more into the likes of Zac Efron, Brad Pitt, and Leonardo DiCaprio.

He wanted to come out of the closet, but it wasn’t easy when you had friends who used “gay” to describe anything they disliked, a father who used “faggot” like it was his favorite word, and a mother who wanted nothing more than to have grandchildren that she could spoil He came out eventually, and while his mother was supportive and claimed that she ‘knew all along’, his father was less open-minded. Charlie’s relationship with him deteriorated as a result.

For a long time, the mouse thought that there was something wrong with him; when the only thing that had anything wrong with it was the world. If only he knew that in a few years, once he was a little older, wiser, and had more experience with life, everything was going to be all right.

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Charlie had had a little over a handful of boyfriends over the years. Some were good, and some were bad. He could count on one hand the ones that were so good to him that he felt like he didn’t deserve them. Call him a gay tragedy, but his relationships had a tendency to not work out. Whether it was because he found himself so attracted to the “bad boys” who never treated him right, the mouse overthinking things and convincing himself that he wasn’t good enough for those who did, or his red flag-flying family that turned away boyfriends who just wanted to be a part of a “normal” family.

Oh, how he longed for the ones that got away. 

Then he met Dylan, a shy, nerdy, and slightly introverted bunny boy; a huge departure from his usual stints of dicks and assholes, but cute boys with glasses and buck teeth like the nerd emoji were his thing, too. 

It helped that the stereotype of “big-dicked dork” often rang true as well. Somewhat surprisingly, Charlie was incredibly turned on by having nerdy things whispered into his ear while he got thick pipe pumped into him from a geek who could barely control his hips once he started. Mathematical equations, video games, lore from both fictional and factual wars, you name it, it was fun hearing them try to keep their explanations coherent and correct as Charlie’s nose nestled in their pubes and his chin rested against their fat balls. 

Oh, the joys of having your very own pent-up and stink-dicked nerd. 

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Dylan was a bit awkward on their first date, it came with the territory of being an introvert. He slowly opened up to the mouse over time, and by the time their second date had ended and he had dropped the mouse off back at home, he had already come up with plans for their third. Charlie had barely even made it inside his apartment when he received a text from the bun. The mouse pulled his phone out of his pocket as his key plunged halfway into the deadbolt on his door, and smiled as he read the text. 

Dylan 🥕: Dinner next week? There’s this incredible place called Noir that I want you to try. 

After reading the text, the mouse typed up his reply with one hand and pushed his key deeper into the door with the other. He turned the key twice to unlock it and turned it one more time to free the latch. He stood in front of his unlocked door for a few more seconds as his thumb finished up his reply. Once it was done, he hit send, pushed the door to his apartment inward, and went inside.

The mouse leaned his back against the door, closed it, and held his phone against his chest as a massive beaming smile spread on his face. His heart pounded in his chest and he took in slow and deep breaths through his nose to try and calm himself. But his efforts were fruitless as his cheeks turned red, his rodent tail curled into a cinnamon roll, and he stomped his feet against the ground like an overexcited schoolgirl. He even let out a cute little squeak to match, too.

Charlie was smitten; he really liked the bunny boy and did not want to fuck it up. He really did not want to fuck it up.

Charlie 🧀 : That sounds amazing. Should I meet you there? 

It took Dylan 30 minutes to reply since he started driving home immediately after he sent the first text. Those were the longest 30 minutes in Charlie’s life. 

Dylan 🥕: Don’t worry, it’s quite far. I’ll pick you up at 7. 

Charlie’s smile got wider when he read Dylan’s reply. He responded with a quick thumbs-up emoji and brought his phone to his chest again. He looked up at the ceiling and stared at the light in his entryway for a little too long before he pushed himself from the door. A small crack came from the mouse’s vertebrae when moved away from the door and he let out a groan. 

‘Crk.’

“Argh!”

Standing with his back against his door for the entirety of those 30 minutes probably wasn’t the best idea ever. 

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Seven Days Later

Dylan was a very punctual bun; for every one of their dates so far, he was a little bit early. Punctuality was a very admirable thing and Charlie often said, “There’s nothing more attractive than someone who respects your time.” It sounded almost profound when the mouse said it, but he had said it in front of his best friend Alex, who quickly said; “Yeah right, as if you wouldn’t slobber all over the fat sack of some bloke just because he’s ten minutes late,” and ruined it. Charlie didn’t like what Alex said, but that didn’t mean it was untrue. 

The bunny was punctual this time, too. He arrived at Charlie’s door when the digital hands on his Apple Watch pointed to 6:59 PM. He reached his hand out toward the mouse’s doorbell and pressed it, the ding-dong played just as his watch's hands pointed to 7 PM. Bunctual.

‘Ding-Dong!’ Charlie’s doorbell rang and echoed throughout his apartment. When the mouse heard the doorbell, he panicked and hastily brushed his hair; he wasn’t ready yet. He was in the final stages, at least. He was fully dressed; in a fluffy white blouse that complimented his strawberry cream cheese fur, and a pair of skinny jeans straight from the 2000s that accentuated his hips like he was Shakira. 

And Shakira’s hips never lied.

Shakira was probably a little more punctual than the mouse was though. 

After speedily brushing his hair and tying it up into a neat ponytail with just one lock of hair loose just above his right eyebrow, the mouse dashed out of the bathroom, went to the door of his apartment, and opened it up to greet Dylan with a smile. 

“Hi! Sorry, I lost track of time brushing my hair.” Charlie had a bashful look on his face as he stuck his head out through the door to look at the rabbit. The rabbit dressed in his usual smart casual; a dark blue dress shirt buttoned up to the second to last button, a pair of grey-black pants with the hem of his shirt tucked into it, and a smartwatch on his wrist with a faux-analog watch face on it to keep it elegant. Charlie let his eyes wander all over him, from his feet up to his face, then down to the tips of his large and floppy ears. He stared at those ears of his for a really long time as he imagined how they would feel to touch, but shook himself out of it and redirected his gaze back to Dylan’s with a smile. 

That’s when he noticed that something was off with how Dylan looked. It took him a few seconds to realize, but when he did, he went wide-eyed and stared at him as he stepped out of his apartment and closed the door behind him. 

“You look stunning, too, Charlie,” Dylan said with a coy smirk, an unusual level of confidence for the introverted lop. He extended his hand out toward Charlie and raised a single brow as his smirk grew wider. 

“You’re… Not wearing your glasses.” Charlie continued to stare at the bun with eyes as wide as Puss in Boots’ when he tried to look harmless. He’d never seen the rabbit without his corrective lenses on before and he was a little bit caught off guard. He didn’t look drastically different from when he had glasses on, but still, the small difference was enough to get the mouse to stare, and he stared for a long time. 

“I got some contacts; I hope you like it.” The bun boy replied as he looked the mouse up and down as he walked out from behind his apartment door. His coy smirk turned into a happy toothless smile rather quickly as he checked out Charlie’s fit. When he brought his gaze back to the mouse’s, he took the mouse’s hand and brought it to his hips to kiss it. 

“Ready to go?” 

Charlie shook himself out of his stare, blinked, and glanced down at the hand that Dylan had just kissed. He blindly reached behind him to stick his key into the deadbolt on his apartment door and locked it. Once he pulled his key back out, he nodded, curled his fingers around Dylan’s hand, and squeezed. 

“Ready.” He said with a cute scrunch of his nose as he tried not to stare at the bun so much that it became weird. 

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“Hold still.” Said Charlie as he grabbed Dylan by the chin and forcefully but gently tilted his head up. The look on the mouse’s face was the sternest that the bunny had ever seen him. He had no option but to obey and kept himself as motionless as possible while the mouse applied an ice pack to his left cheek.

Dylan flinched as he watched the ice pack get closer and closer to his red and slightly inflamed cheek. He let out a soft wince, too, as his bruised cheek started to sting even worse the very moment that Charlie’s improvised ice pack made with ice from his McDonald’s soda wrapped in a tea towel touched him. The wince only lasted about three seconds though, as after that, the icepack started to numb the pain. Dylan let out a relieved sigh and brought a hand to hold the icepack against his face, which allowed Charlie to let go of it and his chin. 

Charlie let out a frustrated sigh and he sat down on the bed beside the bun. With his tush on the bed’s comfortable cushioning, the mouse leaned forward to grab a paper McDonald’s bag from the floor, opened it up, and pulled out two burgers from it. He placed his burger in his lap and handed one to Dylan. 

Dylan turned to look at the mouse as he sat down and took the burger that was offered to him. He set his down in his lap, too, and continued to hold the icepack on his face for a little while longer. 

Charlie wasted no time in opening up his burger box, took a big bite out of the Quarter Pounder with Cheese in his hands, and let out a happy noise as the taste of overprocessed and unhealthy deliciousness splashed all over his tastebuds. He was hungry, very hungry, his and Dylan’s date hadn’t gone exactly as planned. 

After holding the icepack against his cheek for two of Charlie’s large bites into his burger, Dylan started to feel hungry too. He removed the icepack from his cheek, set it down in his lap, and opened up his burger box. He licked his lips as he saw his Double Big Mac in all its glory. He grabbed it with both hands, brought it to his mouth, and took the biggest ever bite he could out of the burger. He closed his eyes, and let out a soft and happy moan as he chewed, and swallowed. Once his first bite was down his esophagus, he opened his eyes back up and turned to look at the mouse who sat next to him, silently enjoying his burger.

“I’m sorry I got us kicked out. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” Dylan said. His expression was a mix of shame and disappointment, spearheaded by his small frown and slightly slouched shoulders.

The mouse, who was mid-bite of his burger, turned to look at the bun as he apologized. He furrowed his brows at first, but then relaxed them, and pulled the burger he was biting away from his face. After he chewed and swallowed, he shook his head at Dylan and smiled. 

“Don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault, Dylan. That guy was a prick. I’m okay, you’re okay, and that’s all that matters. Besides, I have a burger and you’ve finally taken me up on my invitation to come inside.” Charlie’s smile grew wider the more he spoke and he brought his burger back to his mouth for another bite almost immediately after he was done.

Dylan still had a look of shame plastered all over his face, and while he wanted to take another bite of his burger, he couldn’t bring himself to. He felt bad about what he did and how he caused their date to end with them back at Charlie’s place, eating cheap burgers instead of caviar and cold cuts. He stared at his burger and went silent. 

It didn’t take Charlie long to notice that Dylan had gone quiet. After another bite of his burger, he turned to look at the rabbit with his brows slightly furrowed and placed a hand on his thigh to comfort him. 

Dylan turned to look at Charlie’s hand on his thigh, then at him, and did his best to smile. 

“Bet you’re glad I didn’t have my glasses on, huh? He could have shattered them.” Dylan joked.

Charlie chuckled at his joke and nudged him in the side with his elbow. “You’re an idiot.”

“Ow!” the rabbit yelped and chuckled some more.

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Charlie stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom in nothing but an oversized pastel purple cat-themed t-shirt. He had just woken up and was getting himself ready for his and Dylan’s fourth date, a re-do that the rabbit insisted on. That Noir place must really be some next-level culinary experience if he was so insistent that he try it. Charlie, being the foodie that he was, wasn’t going to say no. 

He only hoped that this time, there wouldn’t be any fists exchanged that hit his bunny boy date in the face.

“You faggots don’t belong here!” 

“This is a family establishment; you faggots need to leave.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I can’t hear you on account of you still being in the closet. I hope you come to accept the fact that you like cock, too, someday.” 

‘BAM!’

The mouse chuckled as he brushed his hair and tied it up into a quick and dirty ponytail. Dylan was an idiot for engaging with that homophobe, he really was. But he did it to defend Charlie, and Charlie never had anyone defend him from people like that before. He wasn’t okay with it and would have preferred his date to not have gotten sacked in the face, but he wasn’t not okay with it either. He couldn’t shake the warm and fuzzy feeling inside him when he saw the introverted bunny boy stand up for him. It felt nice, it felt like someone cared about him.

Charlie bit his lip as he thought about Dylan. His tail curled around behind him and he felt his purple shirt slowly start to get taut. He glanced down to see his dick had gotten hard from thinking about the bunny, had pushed itself into his shirt, and created a bulged outline in it. With a little chuckle, he looked at himself in the mirror and brushed his hand against his cheek in a feeble attempt to wipe away the cherry-red blush that spread all over his face. He felt his face burning up, the rest of his body too and he lost all trails of thought about what hairstyle he was going to do to impress his date. 

All he could think about was the bunny beating the living shit out of a homophobe with his DnD cosplay weapons and looking hot while doing it. Charlie’s dick throbbed hard in his shirt and he let out a huff, a puff, and bit his lip. 

He was in love with Dylan, oh so in love. 

Maybe he wouldn’t end up as another one that got away.

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Art by SMU 

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