
 Boys Will Be Boys
Chapter Two – New Discoveries
© Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
June, 2010
All Rights reserved


 Zac agreed to come around, and pick up some pizzas on the way, with Talis promising to pay his share when the wolf got here. Having hung up the phone, Talis sighed and leaned his head back against the pillows and sighed quietly. He'd have more than enough time for a shower before Zac got here...


 Carefully, Talis slipped off the couch and crept down the quiet hall to the bathroom, where he thought about leaving the bathroom door open, as after all – he was the only one home, but modesty convinced him to close the door. Carefully, he closed the door and then giggled shyly. He didn't know why he had shut the door; maybe, it was just instictual with him. Shrugging, he decided not to bother trying to work out how his mind worked, he just knew a nice hot shower would make him feel better.  His small paws adjusting the shower taps, he watched thoughtfully as the water swirled down the drain, before he nodded and shed the shorts he wore – pushing them down his narrow hips. With a grimace, he crossed his paws over his chest and winced, pulling his shirt up over his head and then dropping it to the floor.


 Standing before the mirror, in only his silk boxers, Talis lightly probed his aching ribs, his delicate claws touching here and there, as he flinched and sighed. He was still quite sore and tender, but smiled to himself and shook his head; his ears flapping from side to side. He slipped his paws into the waistband of his boxer shorts and pushed them down – enjoying how the silk rippled down his furred legs and tail. Now, as naked as the day he'd been born, he ran his padded paws slowly down his body, mindful of his healing ribs and giggled quietly – before stepping into the shower.


 At first Talis just stood with his head bowed, letting the hot water wash over him soothingly. It felt good, the almost scalding water flowing over his furred body like a waterfall, then he sighed and turned about, and pressed his paws against the glass wall of the shower – soaking his back and tail. Once he was sure he was thourougly soaked through, Talis twisted the shower rose off and reached over for the medicated soap.  He began rubbing it against his fur, feeling the slippery soap trying to squirt out of his grasp and he giggled, then blew water off his lips and carefully began rubbing and scratching at his fur, trying to get the soap into his skin.  Once he was satisfied, he turned back around and sat on the slender bench, his wet tail smacking down behind him