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The boys walked home in silence. It wasn't because either of them felt awkward but because they were both afraid to let words ruin such a beautiful moment. Every once in a while, they would glance at one another and smile. Gone were the awkward, furtive glances of the past; they were replaced by a loving, open gaze through which the boys communicated their affection without a need for words.

As they approached Arden's house, the otter grabbed Mark's paw and pulled him into a space between a series of tall hedges that separated the front yards his and his neighbor's house. The wolf was slightly surprised at first, but when Arden wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him deeply, he was more than happy to return the gesture.

After they finished kissing, Mark examined their location. "Well, this is convenient. How'd you find out about this place?"

"Oh, I've known about it back from when Mikey and I used to play hide-and-seek together." Arden recalled all the times he'd hidden there, not even imagining that he'd be in these same bushes, years later, making out with a beautiful, young wolf.

"So, I was thinking" Mark trailed his claws lazily through the fur on Arden's back, making the otter's knees weak. "Since you invited me to dinner, would you maybe wanna come to my house for a sleepover?"

Arden's erection had started to go down by that point; the mention of a sleepover brought it back to full hardness. "Do you even have to ask?" He slid his paws slowly into Mark's shorts and was rewarded with the warm, throbbing of the wolf's fully-erect member.

He slid his pawpads down further, stopping when he felt a bulge at the base of the shaft. 'Must be a canid thing.' He gave the bulge a small squeeze.

Mark moaned softly and closed his eyes. "Wow."

The wolf's delectation made Arden even more excited. He began to stroke faster, feeling the bulge grow with each nervous stroke.

Mark moaned even louder.

fearing that someone might hear them, Arden slowed his paw down and continued with gentler, more measured strokes.

The tip of Mark's maleness was leaking fluid quite a bit now - to the point where Arden had to stop and wipe the excess off on the grass before continuing.

Mark's panting got louder. He pulled Arden close and they kissed. The kiss seemed to be the final piece of the puzzle; the wolf groaned into the otter's mouth and climaxed all over them both.

Arden felt like he was sharing the wolf's climax. So strong was the sensation that he almost came himself.

"Wow! Just... wow!" Mark pulled Arden into a tight, sticky hug and nibbled on the otter's neck fur. "After something like this, using my own paw will just feel a bit substandard."

"Oh, I don't know..." Arden reached his sticky paw into his own pants to tease his hardness.

"Why don't you let me take care of that?" Mark removed Arden's paw from his shorts and licked it clean. His other paw, meanwhile, found its way down into the otter's shorts. "Ooh! Otters don't have a knot, do they?" He explored Arden's maleness with his paw.

"Oh, is that what that bulge was?" It was increasingly difficult not to moan in mid-sentence.

"Yes." Mark nuzzled his ears. "And for someone without one, you sure knew how to use it." He teased Arden's tip with his claw, igniting that familiar electric current in an unfamiliar, spine-tingling way.

Arden wasn't sure if he could handle these new sensations outside the privacy of his bedroom, but the rest of his body completely ignored him.

"Good so far?" Mark sped up his strokes ever so slightly.

Arden wanted to say 'yes,' but all that escaped his throat was another moan.

"Just making sure." Mark smiled. "It's my first time with... you know... another guy."

Arden chose not to reply this time, knowing that his retort would be unintelligible at best. Instead, he just moved his paws up and down the wolf's well-built, creamy chest. He wanted to remember this moment for as long as he could - the pleasure, the warmth, the feel of Mark's paw on his member. It was like everything he wanted from life was happening at the same time.

It only took another minute before Arden braced himself against the wolf's shoulders, groaned and climaxed all over the place. The orgasm went on for what seemed like an eternity, making Arden shudder as every nerve in his body fired off at once.

When it was over, they shared another (very) sticky embrace and a kiss.

Arden was reluctant to leave the place that has come to mean so much to him over the past few moments, but he knew it was time.

They both needed to clean up before seeing their parents. Arden's mom probably wouldn't even notice (otters didn't have a very sharp sense of smell), but Mark's mom would.

They shared one more kiss, and Mark sprinted off towards his house, hoping to get back and clean up before his mom got home. He promised to call Arden after dinner to let him know how things went.

After the wolf disappeared from view, Arden turned around and made his way through the bushes. 'Hm, if I remember things correctly, this should lead me straight to the back yard and the...' He didn't get to finish his thought, because at that moment he did emerge in the back yard... to find his mom and brother sitting in the lounge chairs by the pool.

"Uhm... Arden, dear..." His mom looked up from a book she was reading. "We do have a front door, you know."

"Aaa... I know, Mom." Arden quickly threw his backpack in front of his sticky (now, rapidly hardening) stomach fur. "I just, I just thought I'd see if the old passage Mikey and I made through the hedges was still there"

Mrs. Halinen cocked an eyebrow. "Okay, then."

Mikey was shaking with silent laughter behind her.

"Well... lunch is in the microwave. Oh, and Arden..." She looked up from her book again as he made his way to the patio door. "I know you haven't been in the best of moods these past few days. If you want to talk about it, let me know."

"I'm okay, Mom." For the first time in these past few days, he wasn't lying about it. "Things just kinda worked themselves out."

He smiled at Mikey, and his brother smiled back and gave him a thumbs up.

Arden made his way upstairs quickly and took a long shower. He didn't want to lose Mark's musky scent, but he knew that it would lead to questions - questions that he just wasn't ready for. When the time came, he would share his love for Mark with the world; but for now, he wanted to keep the wolf for himself.

Thinking about Mark and smelling the last traces of his scent got Arden excited again. Despite his body's protests, he decided to wait until his next meeting with Mark.

He got out of the shower, dried off and went to eat lunch.

The Lohikeitto (salmon soup) tasted amazing. Arden realized that this was the first time in days that he actually paid attention to what he was eating. He had no worries, no regrets; nothing on his mind but Mark's smile... and soup.

After lunch, Arden headed upstairs to check his email - something he hadn't done in weeks. Just as he was logging in, he heard the unmistakable click of the mail slot cover. He shut off the computer monitor and rushed downstairs.

His mom was already there, picking through the letters. "Wow, you're today's lucky winner!" She tossed him a large stack of letters. "These are all for you."

Arden caught them and pawed through the envelopes, glancing briefly at the headings.

Credit card applications (he wasn't even eighteen yet, and they were already coming after his money),

a brochure from Carnegie Tech, another one from Teason and one from Lakeforest.

He tossed them idly aside and focused his attention on the big envelope that remained in his paws. Arden already knew what it was going to be, but that didn't diminish his excitement one bit. He tore the brown paper to reveal a copy of The Rogue Crew, the newest Redwall book he had preordered some weeks ago.

College and credit cards forgotten, he headed upstairs to his room and began reading.

About four hours later, his brother came in to tell him that dinner was ready.

With a great deal of reluctance, Arden put down the book and followed him out the door.

"Good book so far?" Mikey asked as they descended the stairs.

Arden stood on tip-paw and threw his arm around Mikey. "Oh, you wouldn't believe it! Not only is it amazing, it's about otters, too!"

"I'll have to read it sometime, then." Mikey smiled. "And I guess that other thing turned out to be pretty amazing as well, huh?"

"Let's just say that this book would have to start granting me wishes or something before it's even a contest." Arden smiled back.

"I'm glad." Mikey stopped on the last step and gave his brother a warm hug.

Dinner was a lively affair. The events of the day made Arden chatty and open. He talked to his parents about how close he was to making the cut for running and about how excited he was for school to start.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Halinen seemed very relieved that whatever was bothering their son was now in the past.

"So, I was thinking that this weekend we should take the boat for a spin." Mr. Halinen had bought a boat on Lake Cavenrich at the beginning of August and has been planning to take the family for a ride ever since.

"Awesome!" Mikey jumped out of his seat and came dangerously close to knocking over the entire table. "Can we rent wakeboards?"

"Sure!" Mr. Halinen beamed, clearly happy that someone else shared his enthusiasm.

That was all Mikey needed to hear. He grabbed his plate, fork and cup with one swift motion, tossed them into the dishwasher and bounded up the stairs to his room.

"What about you, Son?" Mr. Halinen turned to Arden. "You don't seem too excited."

"Oh, I am." He loved boating, but something... "Can Mark come?" He realized the one thing that would be missing from the trip.

Mr. Halinen shrugged. "I don't see why not. Just make sure his parents are okay with it."

"I will." Arden bounded up the stairs with enough energy to top even his brother.

Once in his room, he picked up the phone and dialed excitedly.

After three rings, a strange female voice answered. "Who is this?"

"It's... err... Arden." It was probably Mark's mom. "Is Mark there?"

"He is." Mrs. Heeley's voice was cool and measured. "But he cannot come to the phone right now."

"Why not?" Arden slapped a paw to his forehead, realizing, perhaps too late, that his answer might have sounded a bit rude.

"Because..." Mrs. Heeley's tone grew a bit more impatient. "Mark is grounded. He decided to skip soccer practice today and God only knows what he was doing during that time."

"He was with me!" Arden said quickly. "I got... sick and mark helped walk me to the bathroom and stayed with me until I felt better," he added, hoping that Mark hadn't already made up an excuse.

"So, he was helping a friend?" Mrs. Heeley sounded a little more relaxed. "Well I guess I won't be as harsh on him, then. He will only stay grounded until Monday."

"Glad I could help clear things up." Arden restrained a sigh of relief.

"As am I." Mrs. Heeley's tone was definitely softer now. "Oh, did you want to speak to him, dear?"

"Yes please!" Arden tried not to sound too excited.

"Just give me a minute to find him." Mrs. Heeley placed him on hold.

Arden breathed a sigh of relief. He was happy that the wolf had decided to take a path similar to the one he usually took himself - lie, but keep as close to the truth as possible. He lay on his bed, eagerly anticipating to hear the wolf's melodic voice.

"Hey!" Mark was clearly just as excited as the otter. "Thanks for... well, whatever you said to my mom. She told me I was only grounded 'til Monday now, and I get to keep my cell phone!"

"Oh, I just told her that I got sick and you were making sure I was okay... so make sure to stick to that story if she asks."

"Well, I guess to some extent you were sick," Mark said. "... Lovesick. Err... sorry. That was really corny."

"I liked it!" He didn't care how corny the line was; all that mattered was the pleasant warmth that came with just hearing the wolf's voice. "Besides, 'sick' is a great metaphor for how I felt the past few days."

"You and me both." Mark sighed. "So, listen. I think I'll play it safe and wait 'til Monday, but I will ask my mom about having you sleep over. You still want to... right?"

"Mark..." He found the wolf's lack of confidence incredibly cute. "I have feelings for you that I'm only now beginning to understand. I would fight for every minute I get to spend with you... so yes, I do still want to." He waited for a response. "Mark?" The silence lasted so long, he thought the call got dropped.

"I... I'm sorry." The wolf's voice sounded weak and shaken. "It's just that... well... when I was grounded today, the only concern I really had was not being able to see you for a whole week. I scolded myself for getting attached so quickly, and it's just the most amazing feeling in the world to know that you feel the same about me."

It was Arden's turn to choke up. "I love boating." He continued quickly, knowing that his response must have sounded very odd. "Whenever Dad decides to go, I forget about everything else and run upstairs to pack. When he asked me this time, I wasn't sure if I'd want to go, since that meant I wouldn't get to see you for those few days. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come... but I guess that's out of the question now that you're grounded."

"Yeah."

Arden could practically feel the wolf's tail and ears drooping. "But it's only for the weekend, so it's not all bad. We'll have the rest of next week to hang out."

"I guess." The last sentence made him think for the first time about school and what it would mean for their relationship.

The boys talked for another hour after this. Arden mentioning that he had received the new Redwall book, prompted an instant discussion. Mark wasn't going to get a chance to read it until Monday, so Arden was sure not to give away any spoilers.

"Well, I have to go pack." Arden got out of bed rather reluctantly. He wished he could just talk with Mark for the rest of the night and into the morning, but realized that he needed his sleep (he hated sleeping in the car). "I'll call you when we get back on Sunday. Actually, it might be a little late... so maybe I should wait-"

"Not a chance!" Mark cut in. "I'll stay up all night if I have to!"

"I'll talk to you Sunday, then." Arden couldn't help but chuckle at the wolf's enthusiasm. He said goodbye, hung up the phone and started packing.

Having long since grown tired of forgetting things, he had written a series of lists for himself that he kept on the computer. There was a list for everything: school, skiing, swim meets, boating, camping, relative's house, et cetera.

He went over to the computer and switched the monitor on. The screen blinked to life, showing his email account. Remembering his original intent from that afternoon, Arden logged in and scrolled through his emails. There were a couple from his best friend, Sam. Seeing them made Arden realize guiltily that he hadn't spoken to him in over a month. He wrote himself a reminder to call the otter as soon as he got back from his trip - after Mark, of course.

The rest of the emails were fairly mundane: colleges, scholarships, lotteries, Viagra advertisements.

Seeing that there was nothing else of importance, Arden minimized the window and went on to check his packing list.

After packing everything he needed and double-checking it, he decided to go talk to Mikey.

The otter was in his room. He wasn't as astute as Arden in the matters of organization and did not have a packing list. His dresser, closet and the drawers underneath his bed were all open, their contents piled arbitrarily all over the floor.

"Need help?" Arden knocked on the doorframe to announce himself.

"No, no. I... yes." Mikey folded his short ears. "I'm completely lost right now."

Arden went back to his room and printed a copy of his packing list.

With a few modifications, it proved useful to Mikey as well. Within the space of the hour, the brothers packed Mikey's stuff and cleaned up the room.

"Thanks, Bro." Mikey put the last of his shirts back into the closet.

Arden chuckled. "After what you did for me these past few days, this was the least I could do."

They shared a warm hug and headed downstairs, having decided that they both deserve a break.

They made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and headed over to the living room.

"We never finished playing co-op mode in this, did we?" Mikey fired up Rebel Command on his PS3. "I completely forgot about it 'til this morning when I read that the sequel was coming out in November."

"That's right, we didn't!" Arden remembered, with some guilt, that he abandoned their nightly gaming tradition in favor of reading the newest Redwall book.

It was tough to get back into the flow of the game - especially since they had to pick up from where they left off and the enemies at that stage were intended for more skilled players.

With Mikey's constant help ("Just like the good old days, huh? I keep having to save your ass.") they managed to make some good progress.

They stopped when their mom marched groggily down the stairs.

"Do you guys know what time it is?!" She yawned and blinked to get used to the bright light in the living room. "You better get to bed this instant, or you're not going anywhere tomorrow!"

Knowing that their mother was deadly serious, Arden and Mikey switched off the game and went to bed.

Arden lay awake for a little while longer, thinking about (of course) Mark. Would the wolf still like him after having some time to himself to think about things? Would he still like the wolf?

Arden decided that these questions were stupid. Of course they would still have feelings for each other.

With that comforting thought, he fell asleep.

Had he gone to check his email again after his game with Mikey, he would have noticed a new email in his inbox. But the auto-shut down settings went into effect at that moment and the computer went to sleep too.