Winter Wonderland Chapter One: Day of Discovery
M/M, Cub, Wolf, Otter, Kissing

BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP!
	The wolf opened his eyes, cringing at the bright sunlight hitting his golden eyes.
	BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
	"Argh, shut up..." the pup growled at his blaring alarm, as he pulled his blankets over his head, shivering and wondering why his room was always the cold one...and always got the morning sun shining across the room on his bed. "Well...at least I've got my own washroom..."
	Giving up on continuing his sleep, the pup smacked the 'off' button on his alarm and threw down the covers before climbing out of bed, shivering as he left the warm safety of his gloriously thick, soft, and warm blanket, stepping onto the rub sitting beside the bed, staring down at his cold hardwood floor, as he tried to remember where he put his socks, as he struggled to ignore the rock-hard problem in his pyjama pants.
	Sighing as he realized his socks were lost, he centred his stare on the washroom door across the room, and ran towards his, the cold floor an annoyance to his pawpads.
	Finally! After the race across the bedroom floor, he was now safely in his small, but cozy, washroom--which was always, for some reason, much warmer than his bedroom. He leaned over the toilet, reached into his pants, and fished out his hard thing, ready to tackle the annoyance of having to urinate with morning wood.
	He leaned over the toilet's bowl, pushed his erection down towards the water, and began to relief himself.
	After that was done, he washed his paws, and headed downstairs for breakfast, eyes still half-shut and his fur still ruffled from his sleep. Once downstairs, he began his furious hunt in the cabinet to find a box of cereal that'd been pushed waaaay to the back, and he pulled it out, then grabbed a bowl from the recently-run dishwasher and the milk from the fridge, and set about preparing his meal.
	As he was sitting there eating, he heard a set of footsteps approaching the dining room, and looked up to see his brother, Fenrir, entering the room, the older wolf's black fur just as ruffled as the pup's, if not even more so, and covered only by black jeans and a shirt that was unbuttoned, showing the teen's dark grey belly.
	"Heyas, Fen," the pup said.
	"Mornin', Lucas," Fenrir responded, letting out a huge yawn and a stretch, then grinning at his little bro, his red eyes shining. "Mom told you, right?"
	Lucas blinked. "Uh...what did Mom tell me?"
	Fenrir chuckled a bit. "Uncle Chris needed help moving, cuz his 'roommate' got called into work, so Mom had to go do help him, and dad's still camping 'til wednesday, so we've got the house to ourselves for a few days!"
	Lucas grinned. "Hehe, fun! Wait..." the pup's ears dropped, as he recalled their parents' rules about people coming over when they were out of town for the night. "Guess I'll have to call Terry and say he can't come after all..."
	"Nah, buddy," Fen said, ruffling the pup's headfur--much to Lucas's annoyance, "She told me last night before she left that he can still come over, but I'm in charge--so don't get on my bad side!" the wolf said with a chuckle--though he looked intimidating to Lucas, what with his red eyes, and black and red fur, he was the nicest guy the pup knew--even if he insulted on ruffling Lucas's headfur at every chance he got.
	"Hey!" Lucas pushed his brother's paw away and ran his claws through his light-grey fur to try and straighten it.
	"So, when's he coming over?"
	Lucas glanced at the clock on the wall. "Noon, so...in a couple hours."
	Fenrir nodded. "'Kays. I'm gonna go out for a bit," he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and plucked out a twenty, dropping it on the table next to Lucas's cereal bowl. "Order a pizza for lunch, and don't set the house on fire. Or go into my room. Or--"
	"Or mess with your computer?" the pup finished.
	"Mhm. Well, if you want, you and Terry can take my xbox into the living room, you know where all the games are, but that's it, alright?"
	Lucas giggled. "'Kays, bro. See ya later!"
	Fenrir buttoned up his shirt, grabbed his jacket, and left without another word, leaving Lucas to sit there, tail wagging happily at the prospect of a weekend with his best friend--and without parents!

* * *

Terry arrived shortly before noon, as he was expected, the otter wrapped up tight to hold off the cold.
	"It's not that cold, Terry," Lucas said with a giggle, as his friend removed layer after layer of jacket and sweaters, "and with that belly, you shouldn't be able to fee-oof!" the wolf was stopped mid-sentence by a tackle from his slightly chubby friend.
	The two cubs rolled across the floor a bit as they wrestled playfully, before Terry finally managed to pin the smaller wolf, the otter sitting on Lucas's chest, with his legs pinning the wolf's arms.
	"Now you're gonna get it..." the otter growled, trying to sound menacing.
	"No...Terry..." the wolf struggled to escape, "no...no...nooooooooooAHAHA!" Lucas squirmed and fought as Terry began to tickle him furiously.
	Then, Lucas noticed something stirring in his pants--his thing was getting hard at the worst moment, like always. "Please, Terry, get off!"
	The wolf heaved, and managed to force the otter off of him, and the otter rolled off the wolf, and lay there giggling, as Lucas sat up and tried to hide his erection. “Hey, uh, Terry...wanna go play xbox?”
	The otter shrugged and sat up. “Sure, what games do you have?”
	“Uh...we have Call of Duty...”
	“Okay, sounds good.”
	Lucas climbed to his feet. “’Kays, I just gotta run into my brother’s room to grab it.” the wolf headed downstairs to his brother’s basement room, where he picked his way through the clothing strewn over the floor as he journeyed towards the xbox underneath his brother’s TV. He successfully claimed the game device, and then retreated back out of the dark confines of Fenrir’s messy room, xbox under one arm and a controller in each paw. He quickly connected the xbox to the large TV in the living room, with Terry’s help, then the otter pointed something out.
	“Hey, uh...I don’t think you grabbed the game, Lucas...”
	“Uh...Um...” the wolf sighed. “Damn. Be right back, Terry,” the wolf said, turning around, “I’ll go grab i-AH!” the wolf shouted as as the otter pounced him, knocking him to the ground, and ticking the wolf, as he lay on top of Lucas.
	“St-stop it, T-Terry!” Lucas said between giggles, as the otter lay on top of him, tickling him furiously, “s-seriously...” the wolf pleaded, as he felt another lump begin to grow in his pants. He began to panic, hoping that his friend wouldn’t notice the lump--but Terry must have noticed, because suddenly, the otter stopped, and just lay there, his crotch laying against Lucas’s lower belly, legs on either side of the wolf’s hips, his paws holding himself up over either side of the wolf’s head, and the otter just looked down at the wolf.
	After a short silence, the wolf spoke up. “Um...Terry? Could you please...”
	“Uh, yeah. Sorry, just couldn’t resist,” the otter said, with a short, small, nervous giggle, as he got off the wolf. Lucas stood up--thankfully, his erection has quickly vanished when the otter got off him--and headed back towards the door leading to the basement.
	When he had his hand on the doorknob, he felt a soft, ottery paw on his shoulder.
	“Um...Lucas...” the otter said, his voice breaking in nervousness.
	“Yeah?” the wolf said, turning around.
	Terry was looking at the floor, his whole body shaking. “Um, Luc...ever since...uh, ever since...um...”
	The otter made an audible gulp, and then gave up on talking, and just wrapped his arms around the scrawny wolf, pushing him back against the wall, and pressing his lips to his friend’s in an awkward, adolescent kiss, their lips closed as they meet, but quickly opening, as Lucas gasped in shock, and Terry let out a small moan.
	Then, the otter pulled away.
	“S-sorry, Lucas...I’m sorry...” the otter said, closing his eyes as they started to leak tears. “I...I shouldn’t have done that...”
	Not sure what else to do, Lucas wrapped his arms around his friend, pulling the otter close. “It’s fine, Terry...it just shocked me, is all.” And felt nice, he added in his head.
	“Still...” the otter let out a small sob, “I thought earlier, when you got hard under me, that maybe you liked me, but...”
	“You’re my friend, Terry...it’s fine...next time, warn me though,” Lucas said, with a nervous chuckle.
	“Oh...okay...” Terry giggled nervously. “Uh, um...warning...” The otter raised his maw and pressed his lips to Lucas’s. This time, the wolf was a little more ready, and he wrapped his arms around the otter. The wolf parted his lips, and pressed his tongue against the otter’s mouth.
	Terry’s lips parted, and he met Lucas’s tongue with his own, as Lucas felt his thing stiffen in his pants. He felt a shakey paw slide down his side, to his crotch, and squeeze it gently, drawing a squeak from the wolf.
	“S-so...do you like me, Lucas?” the otter said as he pulled away from the kiss.
	“I...I think so, maybe...um...does this mean I’m...gay...?”
	Terry shrugged. “I’m not sure...but I really, really like you, Lucas...a lot...”
	“I think I like you too, Terry...m-maybe we should, um...” Lucas gulped, surprised at what he was about to suggest. “Maybe we should head upstairs...”