Time to shower

Steven: Mrr... mrr... I... uh... Fred? I think I peed my bed.

Fred: Steven, Steve... yes, also you threw up several times before I got here, and you then threw up on me. We need a shower.

Steven: Ugh... yes.

Fred: A good cold shower will help you clear your head and stop smelling like a horrid sour scent.

Holding Steven to keep him from falling, I manage to get him into the shower.

Fred: Damn, you're still drunk and staggering. If I leave you alone you'll likely fall and hurt yourself.

I have ****. I'll have to get into shower with him anyway. Hell, we have showered together in the locker room since joining the baseball club.

Fred: (Ah, what you have to do for a friend!) I'd better hold you by the shoulder while you shower.

I'll turn the cold water tap on full blast! The cold water will provoke Steven's reaction, bringing him out of his drowsiness.

Steven: Ah! Fuck!

Fred: Stand still, Steven.

Steven: It's cold!

Meanwhile, Sarah is heading into the bathroom. She brings towels for Steven and Fred to use when she noticed that the bathroom door is open.

Sarah: Fortunately, Fred manage to get him out of his bed and into the shower...

Fred: Come on, Steven! Stay still! You need it!

Steven: Cold!!!

Fred: I know, but this is what you need to clear your head.

Sarah: (Steve... Fred...)

Steven: I'm better now! I swear!

Fred: Not yet, a little more.

Sarah: (I shouldn't look, but...)

Steven: Stop it, I'm freezing!

Fred: Hold on! Just a little longer, Steven.

Sarah: (It's been so long since I've seen my baby boy's penis and the first time I've seen Fred's... they're big. I didn't imagine it would be like this.)

Steven: Cold!!!

Sarah: (I know I shouldn't be peeking, but... I find it very beautiful... I wish they could not wear clothes, so I could see it and show them to my friends.)