There's a reason that this is rated mature.

Good Morning (Chapter 2)

The orangey glow of sunrise was bursting through a break between the deep blue curtains covering my bedroom window. Stretching over the entire bed, feet poking over the edge, arms up along the wall, I yawned. Energy flowed into my arms and legs. Then I rolled over and sensed the familiar, cold wetness inside my black boxer shorts. Jeez.

Fully awake now, my good morning Fang erection was unrelenting. I had to take a piss that would douse a forest fire. What was Jeb thinking, getting a five-bedroom house with one bathroom? Anything was better than pissing in the corner of dog cage, though.

My legs rolled off the bed and I pushed myself up.

Down the hall Max urged Nudge to get out of bed. "Good morning, sunshine," she trilled in that annoying way of hers.

I took off my boxers and wiped away the wet dream with them. Crap. It got onto my shirt, too. Dropping the boxers onto the wooden floor, I quickly tore off the black Coldplay concert tee. As I threw it onto the floor, I let out a silent huff of frustration.

I vowed to myself, if anybody walks through that door while I'm standing here in nothing but black socks, I'll kill them. I had to hover low to the ground to tug on the shiny, brassy, little knob of my under-bed clothes drawer. Fishing around in the drawer, I found my loose black sweatpants.

The sweats didn't hide the morning woody much. I had to piss like a race horse, so I tried to ignore the friendly poking greeting the world from my pants.

I quietly slipped out the bedroom door. One of my tricks was cooking oil on the door hinges. It prevented that give-away squeaking that ruined my stealth. I'd have to dart across the hall to reach the bathroom.

Just my luck, Max and Angel popped out into the hall. Max had her arm draped over Angel's shoulder as they walked toward me. I begged silently that Max wouldn't notice my situation.

Back to the wall, I let them pass. I met Max's eyes momentarily as she passed. Then I ducked into the bathroom, locked the door, and dropped the pants.

I aimed. Max was always complaining about that. The feeling of relief from pissing put a smile of my face.

Over the sound of my piss splashing in the toilet bowl, I heard Angel loudly ask Max, "What's a woody?"

Shit. I forgot about Angel and the whole mind reading thing.

I heard Iggy guffawing in the hall, and then he snorted a loud laugh.

"Ask Ig," Max said in ignorant annoyance.

Oh, this would be good.

I pulled up my sweats and rushed through washing my hands. I just had to see Iggy's face.

As I hurried through the door, Iggy was shifting on his two feet and muttering, "It's nothing, Angel."

"Fang was thinking he didn't want Max to see his woody," Angel protested. "A boner?" she puzzled looking up at me.

Iggy was bending over from laughing heartily once again. Max's eyes met mine for a second before searching my sweatpants a little bit too eagerly. At least something is going right this morning. Man, I'd love to have my huge boner now, though.

Her eyes flew back to mine. "Put a shirt on, Fang," she ordered.

Oh, god, now she was checking out my chest and she was blushing. I looked down and congratulated myself on the six-pack muscles. I imagined Max cooing over them, and then slipping her mouth onto me in a way that would feel oh, so good. Crap, now I was blushing.

"Gross!" Angel suddenly shouted. "Boys are weird," she confided to Max.

Max immediately turned her attention to Angel. "Yes, sweetheart, they are weird. Don't even try to figure them out."

Max gave one last search of my pants. Her eyes met mine for a split second before she looked away. Her neck stiffened and her lips pursed together like she always did when she pretended she wasn't interested in something she wanted.

Gazzy shouted angrily from his room, "Boys are not weird! Take that back!" Then he pushed out the door, a hurt look screwed up on his face.

"That's right. Boys aren't weird." I stepped over to him and ruffled his blond, spiky hair. "Take it back, Max," I taunted her as she disappeared into the living room.

Her head popped back around the corner and she stuck her tongue out at me. Her brown hair curled down around her face. She was so damn cute.

Oh, jeez, boner all over again. Iggy high-fived me. He was still sniggering loudly to himself.

"Shut the fuck up," I threatened. I pushed him back.

He took one step backwards and regained his balance immediately. Stepping close to me, he whispered, "Don't be a dick."

"You're full of shit." I strode into my room and slammed the door closed behind me.