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A LOUD knocking erupted from the door of the sleeping Derek's room, stirring him from his deep slumber. The noise resided as Derek lazily stretched in his head and opened a single eye that matched the outside sky, which remained unchanged from the day before as another blanket of gray sky covered as far as the eye could see. Three loud knocks again busted through the quiet of his room, forcing Derek up from his pathetic bed as the events of the night prior began to flood his thoughts. Not quiet ready to face the stallion that had mocked him so horribly just the night prior Derek hesitated in responding, but pushed his voice outwards,

"Who is it?" Derek called out cautiously, standing from his bed.

He went to put the discarded clothes on when he noticed his shirt stiff with reminisce from the night before.

"It's me!" Called a familiar voice as Derek slipped on the pair of boxer shorts laying on the ground,

"I sent ya' a text and you never responded, big jerk." Said Jeff as he banged on the door three more times saying loudly,

"Would you open up? What the hell you doin' in there? Or do I even wanna..."

Derek instantly slipped on the pair of black jeans as he kicked his shirt under the bed and rushed towards the door to hurl it open, grabbing the surprised collie by the collar of his green and yellow tee shirt and yanking him inside. Jeff fell inwards with a yelp as Derek slammed the door behind him, spinning on his heels as he pressed against the door saying in a furious whisper,

"Do you want to wake up Thatch?!"

Looking confused, Jeff wiped off the new wrinkles around the collar of his shirt as he said with a laugh,

"Thatcher? You two not hit it off right away? Seems like you would."

"Thatcher? You mean 'Thatch'? Yeah, I guess you could say that. The guy's a complete jerk." Said Derek in his normal voice as he pushed passed Jeff to the stack of boxes in the room.

"You must be mental." Said Jeff disbelievingly, watching as the rabbit walked over with sagging pants and began to dig through the boxes,

"Thatcher is like, the nicest guy around. Not to mention probably the most dedicated athlete in the entire school."

Pulling a box burring behind others out from the little wall of boxes, Derek knelt down next to it as he began to pull the tape keeping the box shut as Jeff took a seat on the bed as he gazed around the room saying,

"You haven't unpacked yet? What did you do all day yesterday? It only took me three hours, tops. And man is your bed uncomfortable. Did you actually sleep with the college-provided bedding?"

Ripping open the box and being presented with tightly packed clothing, Derek's face lightened up like discovering buried treasure. He began digging through it, pulling out a pair of ripped blue jeans, jade sweatshirt, and bright cherry boxers. He turned his head to the collie that had spewed a mouthful in only seconds and said laughing,

"Well, I guess you could say we didn't exactly hit it off like best buddies would. And I got all pissed and went to bed early on the college-provided bedding which yes, did suck. You don't mind if I change do you?"

"Why the hell would I? You smell like crap." Jeff said jokingly as he laid back on the bed, making an obviously uncomfortable grunt of the bed's quality.

Derek stood and set the clothing on top of the desk as he stripped from the jeans tossing them purposely onto Jeff's face. Jeff bolted up, tossing them back as Derek said,

"Make yourself useful and start opening boxes would ya'?"

Derek removed his underwear and kicked them aside, revealing a taught fluffy tail above two perfectly rounded butt cheeks as he angled himself so the approaching Jeff would not notice the matted fur on his stomach.

"Oh. Check. Out. The. Stud." Jeff said mockingly as he appeared on Derek's right, digging through a few of the open boxes and pulling out objects as he set them aside.

"Shut up." Derek said laughing, playfully pushing Jeff into the boxes. Derek slipped up the bright red underwear when Jeff gasped, pulling out a sleep laptop computer and saying in an understanding tone,

"The eight million gigabytes of porn and illegally downloaded music, undoubtedly."

"Half right!" Derek said as he moved to grab the slim computer with one hand and set it carefully on top of the desk and pick up the pair of ripped jeans.

"I don't even wanna know." Said Jeff as he continued searching though the tower of boxes.

Derek pulled the jeans up, fidgeting his waist into them. These were a lot tighter than most of his other pairs, they were also a lot older. But as his favorite pair, he could not bring himself to throw them away. He fixed his tail through the hole provided, and moved over to Jeff, who was kneeling as he rummaged through a box. Derek appeared over him asking with trepidation,

"...What are you digging through?"

"Just looking through some of these games you got her- " Said Jeff, as he whipped his head around, his nose colliding with Derek's bare stomach. He paused, holding his nose in place as a curious eyebrow rose just as Derek jumped back, pretending to focus on the contents of another box on the other side as he said hastily,

"B-by the way, just how did you get in here?"

Jeff's head tilted, but returned to the box in front of him deciding against asking about the waft of odor within the confines of Derek's fur, and chalked it up to a confusion of smell that sometimes came with the morning. In his normal conversational tone Jeff stood saying as he strode over to the computer,

"I met Thatcher on the way out for his morning workout. He let me right in."

He looked over his shoulder as Derek was pulling the sweater over his shoulder and interjected quickly,

"You're not even going to shower? Look, I'm not here to play mom."

Derek sighed, and reversed the direction of his sweater and pulled it off, tossing it on to the bed saying a bit dazed,

"Yeah, yeah, just forgot."

"Mhm." Mumbled Jeff as he clicked open the computer and turned it on. A picture of a well-known video game character greeted him as the remainder of the computer finished loading,

Derek, with much effort, pulled off his jeans and then slipped out of the underwear setting them nonchalantly on top of his sweater. He bent back over the box filled with clothing, his paw diving deep into the box and grabbing a folded white towel. He wrapped it sloppily around his waist and left the room saying with a chuckle,

"Don't get to excited over that computer, now."

Jeff mumbled another "Mhm." as Derek entered the hall, laughing at his newfound friend. He was glad he had someone to talk to, rather than to the parents back home. Had Jeff not introduced himself when he did, Derek could not fathom where he might be, even though the answer was most likely as simple as back in bed with his pathetic self. No, the pathetic self he had been so accustomed to was left behind as soon he entered this dorm, and there was no way he was reverting anytime soon.

Entering the bathroom not bothering to close the door behind him, Derek was taken slightly aback as he gazed around the unfamiliar pale blue room, for when he had poked around later the night before it seemed nothing like it did now. The pale blue walls remained, but the shimmering blue tile and immaculate counters shone in the morning light. Setting the towel in the sink as he opened the large glass door to the shower, Derek took a good look inside. The shower could easily fit three people comfortably, and was brimmed with an indented shelf to hold various products, which had already been put to use by a few small plastic bottles. On the cobalt-tiled floor were two larger bottles, which rested under two brass handles and a broad faucet that completed the impressive shower.

Upon turning the red-dotted knob Derek was startled to feel a jet of hot water against his fur, for he was accustomed to the habitual wait for the water to warm. He adjusted the cold accordingly until the perfect temperature was achieved, and happily entered the steaming glass shower. For a few moments he stood under the streaming water, allowing his fur to become completely soaked by the cascading water. He reached down to tilt one of the larger bottles, and picked up the one with 'Shampoo' written across it, just under a large logo of a smiling fox. He squeezed a decent-sized portion into his paw and quickly set the bottle down before rubbing the other paw to get them equally sodden before massaging it with both hands into his chest fur. He scrubbed into his head, making sure to get his ears, and also made sure to clean both legs thoroughly. It had been a few days since his last shower, and his fur had begun to show for it.

Once a good portion of his body had been tended too, he proceeded to his lower stomach. He vigorous scrubbed at the area of matted fur making sure to get any reminisce of Thatch's jaunt (Refusing to think of it as anything else), completely removed from his body. Standing so the water washed the mess away, Derek rubbed happily at his cleaned tummy. He took a little more shampoo from the bottle and began behind his shoulders, and as much of his back as he could reach. Both paws slid down his clean sides to massage his rump, sending a tingling of attention to the opposite side as he quickly rubbed shampoo into his tail fuzz. Finishing with a relaxed sigh as he turned his back to the showerhead allowing the water to cleanse out the fur, he pondered the thoughts of what was to be done in the remaining six days of moving-in week.

His list compiled to two menial tasks: unpacking the room, and registering for his major. There was also a little shopping to be done, but other than that he had absolutely nothing to do until the start of his much-anticipated classes. The instantaneous thought of classes was like sending a wrench through his stomach, replacing any other feeling or emotion in his body with anxiety. He had always been nervous about classes, no matter how many he took, no matter the level, he was always nervous for those first few days. A hereditarily curse of worry, undoubtedly endowed to him by his mother. And defiantly his biggest challenge to overcome these years, and also the most unbelievable.

He turned off the knobs simultaneously, and exited into the misty room with his heart racing unable to contain his nerves. He walked dripping to the sink, and rustled the towel through his fur to remove a majority of the water from his freshly cleaned fur. Through the corner of his eye he caught sight of a fur dryer, to which he swiftly dropped his towel and proceeded to turn on. The warm air gushed, and after a relatively quick drying period his fur had returned to its glossy appearance and silky feel. He grabbed the towel within the sink and returned to his bedroom, holding the towel just to his navel to casually hide his fluffy sac and flaccid member.

Derek walked in, Jeff exactly where he had left him. Jeff turned his head away from the busy screen to say almost solemnly,

"You know, I was expecting the porn you music junkie."

"There's only like, three-thousand songs on the thing, if that." Derek said in a lightened tone as he moved over to the bed, dropping the towel to the floor with his back towards Jeff. He put on each article of clothing once again, and pushed through the head hole. Jeff had finished with the computer, halfway closing it as he walked over to the boxes saying,

"Okay. Time to get you unpacked."

Derek groaned saying,

"Can't we do that later...?"

"Like you have anything better to do." Retorted Jeff, and to Derek's lazy nature had to comply.

The two began moving around and ripping open boxes, Jeff once again providing the majority of the conversation as each item was pulled out and placed into its new home. The room came together slowly, but after two hours of nonstop unpacking became a rather good-looking room. A thick black comforter and three large pillows replaced the flimsy sheets on the bed; the bedding seemed too much for the small bed to bear. Along the walls were numerous black and white photos Derek had taken, and his desk now stood fully optimized with not only a top of the line desktop computer, but also his laptop and a large stereo all within reach of the red swivel chair. His dresser had been filled with his clothing, and even the boxes broken down and stacked into a neat pile.

Jeff was seated at the end of the bed flipping through a recent technologies magazine as Derek pushed the final book into the thin bookshelf next to the head of the bed that was now filled with books from top to bottom. He clapped his hands together accomplishedly, and took a few steps back to examine what the room had become.

"It looks pretty good..." Derek said delightedly.

Jeff nodded with a smile, flipping through a few more pages before stopping at an article about the newest of cell phones. Topping the chart was the sleek, thin phone that Derek walked over to his desk to pick up. Jeff shook his head in slight disbelief saying,

"How'd you get that? Says here it only came out last week!"

"Yeah, and I was in line for it. I'm kinda a small giant technology geek." Derek said as he ignored the missed call flashing on the screen and slipped it into his pocket. Derek released a light yawn and said with a weary tone of boredom,

"What would you like to do now?"

Jeff closed the magazine and looked over at the newly placed alarm clock that flashed three pm. He sat the publication down on the bed and grandly stretched, his shirt rising just enough to show a good portion of his lower stomach. He relaxed, and said scratching his head,

"Well, by now people are just moving in and out of the dorms. We could go check out the campus a bit, doubt a soul would be there though."

"Alright." Derek said decisively.

"Cool." Jeff said with a smile,

"Let's go over to my room so I can get some things before we go alright?"

"Yeah, not a problem." Said Derek as he slipped on a pair of sandals and followed the collie out. Outside the door he paused, wondering how Thatcher had planned for him to leave the dorm without locking the door. It was probably because Thatch didn't expect him to leave, so Derek simply pulled the door closed behind him and sauntered into the room across the way.

The dorm was set up a lot like his was, except a lot cleaner. Derek walked into the hallway, and noticed Jeff go into the room on the right, partially closing the door behind him. He followed, entering the ajar door into Jeff's room. The room was painted a bright green color, and where Derek had a desk, a dresser, and a bed Jeff had plants. On the windowsill, handing from the corners of the room, on all tabletops and even on the bed, were plants of various greens. Jeff was searching through his dresser shirtless, the one he was just wearing tossed into a tall wicker basket that seemed to be used as a hamper. He turned to Derek, a few shirts in hand saying slightly confused,

"What?"

Derek's gaze had shifted down from the plants to his friend before him, and for someone who claimed to have not played any sports previously certainly had an unusually toned chest. Realizing he was staring, Derek shot his glance upwards again to say nervously,

"You running a farm in here?"

"Botany major." Jeff replied, and began to talk about all the plants scatted around his room as he sifted through the drawers for a shirt. Derek stood nodding, wondering why he had just gawked at Jeff. Did he find Jeff attractive? Could he be... but the thought was pushed out of his head. There was no reason to believe because he had yet to be attracted to a female he was attracted to males. Relationships were just something that did not interest Derek, it was as simple as that.

"Ready?" Rang Jeff's voice, dragging Derek away his thoughts.

Jeff had chosen another tee, this one simply all black, and was just large enough to not extenuate any of his underlying physical qualities. Derek nodded, and followed Jeff out of the room and dorm, making their way through boxes and incoming furs as they descended the flights of stairs.

"Why botany?" Derek asked curiously,

"I just find it so enthrallingly interesting!" Exclaimed Jeff, an odd amount of enthusiasm for his area of study,

"It not just like boring biology that applies to everything, its like, hundreds of different plants all coexisting off one another and interacting and surviving, its just... so cool!"

Derek laughed a little, to which Jeff turned around and said in an uptight tone,

"Well what's your major funny guy?"

"Not sure yet." Derek admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, at least I know. You'd better get your thoughts together and choose before the weeks over so they can get you your clas- "

"I know, I know." Interrupted Derek, not wanting to think about the soon beginning classes.

The two exited the dorm through a back entrance hardly used; due to the fact the doors were too small to fit any large boxes through. They walked into a small park-like area, a quaint fountain surrounded by benches and flowery bushes, a few large trees scattered here and there.

"This is nice..." Jeff said as the two walked through,

"Seems like it be a good place to study once the weather clears up."

Derek nodded as the two walked through a set of brick arches and onto a grassy hill that sloped downwards to a large stadium. It was better described as a complex, for the next to the oval shaped stadium was an Olympic-sized pool, and all of the complex surrounded by elegant fencing, between them a small building that seemed to allow entrance and connect the two.

"Hey, I bet that's where we sign up for sports. Let's go check it out." Said Jeff as he walked down the hill, a light bounce in his step.

Derek followed, wondering if there would be anything of interest to him. As they walked down they could see furs within the stadium, a few running around a track and others tossing a football. They arrived at two large glass doors and pushed them open, walking into a very elegant reception like area. An unoccupied desk was in front of them, a small directory mounted on the wall. From where they stood, to the left was the pool, and to the right the stadium. Derek peered over the complicated map, for the complex did not only include a pool and stadium but also tennis courts and a gymnasium underground. There was a small section of offices just behind the desk, but no information other than that.

"I don't see..." Derek said, not taking his vision up from the map,

"... Were we'd actually sign up..."

"Sign ups are in the locker room of the corresponding sport. hun." Came a feminine voice from one of the hallways.

Derek and Jeff looked over to the left to see a short female wolf with a towel around her, still wet from the pool. She was wearing a dark green one-piece swimsuit against her dark brown fur, and was holding a pair of emerald goggles, which would complete the uniform.

"So... "

She said, pushing past the two and pointing a digit to the map,

"It's gonna be the swim locker room for anything relating to the pool, the football locker room for anything involving the stadium, and the downstairs locker room for tennis and gymnastics."

Derek went to speak, but was quickly cut off by the wolf as she said with a smirk,

"But you two only have two days to sign up for any spots that are left. And if you find a spot, you still have to make it through the tryouts. So I suggest signing now and getting some good training hours in."

"T-thank y-you." Derek spat out nervously.

Jeff cast him an inquisitive stare as the wolf pushed past them again, heading for the door backwards as she exited and said with a smile,

"What's your guys's names?"

"I'm Jeff." Said Jeff with equal energy, and playfully pushing Derek in the shoulder said laughing,

"And this is Derek. How 'bout you?"

"Terry!" She replied,

"See you two around."

And with that, she was out the doors, heading up the grassy hills to the dorms. Jeff burst into a roaring laughter, using Derek to keep him standing as he said through the laughter,

"You so froze! That was... so.... Hilarious..."

He laughed even more, to which Derek blushed furiously and pushed him away saying scornfully,

"So I didn't talk to many girls. Give me a break."

He looked at the map, and turned towards the left saying,

"Okay shut up and lets go sign up for swim."

"Swim?" Jeff said with a groan,

"You do that, I'm gonna go check out the gymnastics. Meet you back here when we're finished?"

"Yeah sure." Said Derek hastily, as the two took different hallways.

Derek walked down the long hallway, lined with posters and bulletin boards littered with announcements from the year prior. His mind filled with embarrassment, for once again he had froze completely in front of a female. Truth be told, it was more than he had ever been able to say before, so it was in fact a slight improvement. But Jeff was right- it was still humiliatingly hilarious. The next thing to change popped in his head, which was to overcome his fear of females and even make a few friends. And maybe, he could even nab a girlfriend. But that was a large maybe for many reasons.

He finally found himself in front of four large swinging doors, and pushing the male doors open with both paws he entered a huge locker room filled with black lockers and black benches, surrounded by a white tiled floor and white painted walls. It was also filled with slight chatter, but the origin of the voice unknown to Derek. He walked along one of the four large lanes that ran down rows and rows of lockers, listening to the muffled voices grow louder and louder. His head was scanning gently, looking for the source when it suddenly ran into him. With a thud Derek stepped back rubbing the now wet side of his face as he looked to what he had ran into.

Before him was a tall german shepard with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He had a perfectly sculpted chest and arms, and was at least three times the size of Derek. Glancing upwards, he noticed two brilliant amber eyes staring down at him obviously perplexed as the Shepard spoke in an unusually gentle yet confused voice,

"Hey. You alright?"

"You look a little spaced out." Came a high-pitched voice next to the Shepard.

It belonged to a red and white furred fox with a build very similar to Derek's. In all actuality the fox was a muscled form of Derek, with a defined body rather than Derek's slim one. Unlike his friend's tightly wrapped towel, his was simply slung over his ruby shoulder allowing his two furred orbs and pink member to hang freely between his legs. The fox's piercing navy blue eyes scanned over Derek with a smirk, nearly laughing. Derek shook his head and looked to the Shepard saying hastily,

"Do you know where the signups are?"

The Shepard looked like he was going to answer, but the fox quickly chimed in with almost a sneer,

"Think you can make a team?"

Derek tilted his head slightly, not knowing if the remark had been one of optimism or pessimism. The Shepard gestured with his head over his shoulder saying unruffled,

"Just past the showers. Good luck."

He walked past Derek, giving nothing more than a casual nod. The fox scoffed, and followed the Shepard's wordless command as he strode past Derek to join his friend. Derek's heart was beating rapidly as he shook his head to relieve it of the odd thoughts about the two swimmers. He ambled past the large steamy shower room, which was just a fully tiled room with faucets and knobs lining all around. He arrived at a set of two offices, and from one of the doors hung a sole clipboard. Derek picked it up along with the attached pen and glanced down the lengthy list of names. The top of the clipboard read in small, fine text,

'Those signing must participate on the day of try-outs before being considered for a position on a team. Next to your name and contact number, please list which of the following you will be trying out for.'

Two illegible names, and 'Coach' written just under them signed the small notice. Under the signatures was the list of teams: Swim, Dive, Polo. Taking only a few seconds to decide, Derek signed his name in one of the last five slots and after putting down his cell phone number wrote 'Swim' at the very end. He set the pen atop the clipboard, and hung it back around the door. He looked back to the clipboard, as doubt and fear began to consume him once again. The tryouts could be disastrous, and he could end up spending the rest of his years wasting back to the same old Derek. He sighed, and turned away from the haunting clipboard.

As he walked past the showers he noticed they were no longer steamy, and there was no longer any audible chatter. The two from before must had changed in a hurry, for they were nowhere in sight. Derek exited the two large doors and made his way back down the long hallways to the reception area. Waiting for him was Jeff, who was looking through a brightly colored flyer. Noticing Derek he smiled and said brightly,

"Hey, what'd you sign up for?"

"Swim, and what about you?" Derek said.

"Gymnastics! I got the last spot on the list too. I even met a few people who said they'd help me out with the basics so I can impress the coaches." Jeff said cheerfully.

"Great." Replied Derek, wishing his own encounter had been even half as beneficial. His ears perked, hearing the gentle pitter-patter of rain outside. Turning his head to glance out the glass doors he said quietly,

"We should get back. It look's like it'll be raining again tonight."

"Yeah. For sure." Derek said in his normal delighted tone. He looked to Derek, and said with a hint of concern,

"You alright? You don't seem nearly as lively as you were just a bit ago."

"I'm fine. I think I'm just tired." Derek sighed,

"Maybe I'll just go to bed."

"Bed? You can't go to bed! Common, we'll go over to my dorm and register our majors. Then we can watch some T.V. or something." Jeff said trying to bring Derek out of the sullen rut.

Derek felt the urge to decline stronger than anything else, just wanting to throw himself under the covers and sleep away the worries, the doubt, and everything else. Sleep always seemed to help. But he looked over to Jeff, and forging a false smile said,

"Okay. But let me change my clothes once we get up."

"Why?" Said Jeff puzzled. A loud crack of thunder echoed throughout the sky, and was quickly followed by the loud sound of a heavy downpour.

Derek laughed half-heartedly and said,

"I think we're about to get very wet."

Jeff groaned, and the two left the complex dashing through the violent wind and rain.

Back on their floor, Derek found a small note attached to his door. Ripping it off and unfolding it Derek read aloud,

" 'Because you can't seem to grasp the idea of locking doors, I'll spare you the responsibility of a key. I'll be out the rest of the night, and be back in the morning. Good job bunny. Thatcher.' "

He paused, and frantically reached for the door knob and wiggled it furiously saying infuriately,

"What the hell! He didn't give me a key! How was I supposed to lock the door? Is he serious? What the hell? What the hell?"

A soaked Jeff came up from behind him, resting his equally wet paw on the rabbit as he said calmly,

"Relax. Thatch just has his quirks. You can crash over with me. I don't even think my roomie will be around either."

"It just pisses me off!" Derek yelled.

Jeff moved over to his door, and slipped out a key to unlock the door. He pushed open the door and returned behind Derek, pushing him into the dorm as the rabbit spat curses to the emotionless door that refused to open. Once inside, Derek paced over to the couch and flopped down angrily, flicking on the small television in the corner. Jeff moved over the opposite wall and turned up the heat to resist the bitter cold that would come later in the night, and looked over to Derek as he flipped though channels saying warmly,

"Want something to change into?"

Derek paused, and the appeal of sleeping in wet clothing forced him up to follow Jeff back into his agrarian bedroom. Walking down the hall Jeff shed his sodden shirt, and Derek did likewise with his heavy sweater. They walked in, and while Jeff tossed the shirt into the hamper Derek folded his and sat it in the corner of the room. Jeff knelt in front of his dresser saying contemplatively,

"I think I got an extra pair of sweats somewhere."

Derek pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and set it on the ground next to him. He peeled off the tight, dripping pants and set them on top of the sweater as he heard Jeff mutter a quiet 'Aha!'.

Derek shed the damp dark-red underwear and turned to Jeff, catching a pair of green sweats. He pulled them up over his damp fur, and gladly accepted the large white tee he was handed. He waited for Jeff to change (Casually adverting his gaze to the plants across the room), and the two left for the sitting room. They both flung themselves onto one of the two loveseats, and Jeff pulled a remote from the cushions and flipped to a channel almost instinctively.

"The documentary on the genetics of roses!" Jeff said excitedly.

Derek looked to the T.V., which was showing a microscopic view of plant cells, and then back to Jeff, who looked more than fully enthralled. The collie had made no attempt at conversation in the minutes after, and Derek could only withstand the dull documentary for half an hour before he nodded off, and eventually fell asleep.

Stirring hours later, Derek wiped a small amount of drool that formed on the corner of his lip as he lifted his head to look around the room. The documentary was still on, but the clock just above the television showed it was at least four hours since they had sat down. He rose, his eyes coming slowly back into focus, and noticed Jeff lying sprawled over the small couch, his legs hanging off the end and one arm off the side. He had a blanket covering the majority of his body, and looked like he could not be more comfortable. On the ground next to Jeff were the sweats and shirt he had been wearing, and before Derek had time to ponder he then noticed how hot it had gotten in the room. Derek pulled off the borrowed shirt, and picked up the clothing tossed to the floor. He took it to Jeff's bedroom and set it in the hamper, and returned to the snoozing collie.

"He must be dieing from the heat..." Derek said as he pulled off the blanket covering Jeff.

To his surprise Jeff was completely nude under the think blanket, his chest fur glistening from the light of the television as it rose and fall with each of Jeff's breath. Derek gulped nervously, staring down at the nude collie before him remaining motionless. A mysterious force seemed to draw his hand forward, longing for a touch. A shaking paw stretched out nervously to Jeff's shoulder and gripped lightly as he muttered,

"J-Jeff...?"

Jeff did not budge, and neither did Derek's quivering paw. The snow-white paw fell curiously down the muscled arm, following it over to Jeff's paw resting gently against his toned stomach. Once at the relaxed paw, Derek's paw subconsciously jumped to the stomach, and ran a single digit down the defined stomach stopping just above the member that hung between the two defined legs. Jeff's body shifted slightly, his spine arching forward to Derek's touch. Derek's heart was now racing, his hand moving of a will not that of his own around Jeff's stomach after witnessing the minuscule reaction. He continued stroking around the lower stomach, watching as Jeff's paws stretch with relaxation and his once limp member fill to a plump erection resting against his stomach. Derek pulled back his paw and gulped nervously, wondering in disbelief what the hell he was doing. In essence, he was molesting his best friend, and he could not draw himself to figure out why.

"Am I really... attracted to you Jeff...?" He whispered to himself, unsure of what to think through the rampaging heart and mind.

An emerald eye lazily opened.

"... Are you...?" Muttered the weary voice of Jeff, looking up at Derek with one opened eye.

Derek's heart instantly fell through the six-story building and deep into the ground, through the crust, through the mantle, and deep into the core of the earth, mortified of what he had unleashed.

Derek and his new friend Jeff bond over exploration of the camp and sign up for sports. One rainy night reveals the confused feelings of Derek, and emotions run ramped.