Azriel poured himself a fifth cup of tea. He and Nihrae sat in the receipt office, waiting for their turn to input their receipts. All of the other delivery workers there were dry; unlike Nihrae and Azriel, they had either avoided the cloudburst or worn rain gear.
Azriel handed Nihrae an insulated paper cup of tea. Like him, Nihrae was soaked through with freezing rainwater. She was a renoige, tall and lean with short dark gray fur covering her body, catlike ears, a long tail, and gray waist-length hair on her head, pulled into a side ponytail that clung to her soaked button-up shirt. Her yellow-green eyes seemed to glow gently in the weak yellow lighting.
"Thanks," sighed Nihrae. "Sorry about this. How long till you have to meet the captain?"
"I'm just meeting up with her for breakfast tomorrow," said Azriel while Nihrae took a sip of her tea. "What time is it?"
Nihrae pulled a small watch out of her pocket, dumping a small quantity of water out of it before checking the face. "It's almost three. Lunch is over, but the galley is still open."
The line moved up, and Nihrae downed her tea in a single gulp.
"Are you going to the galley after this?" Asked Azriel.
"Nope, I'm going to the showers. This tea isn't warming me up fast enough," said Nihrae.
The line took another fifteen minutes, during which Nihrae and Azriel took turns grabbing cups of tea.
Nihrae decided to go to the showers two decks down, and Azriel followed. On the entire ship he only knew Arin, the captain, and didn't really know what else to do or where to go. The shower was also a very convenient destination: he'd stopped counting how many cups of tea he'd had after the eighth. Azriel did feel a little warmer, but he was starting to need to pee badly. He thought back to about an hour before, when he'd wet himself standing right next to Nihrae. Azriel had his large batlike wings wrapped around himself as he walked the hallway. It was warm enough that he didn't need to, but after about a week without masturbating he didn't trust himself not to randomly get hard.
"So, what do you think of our airship?" asked Nihrae. They were below deck, close to the showers.
Azriel cleared his throat stiffly. "Uh...Good tea. Nice house. Or um...nice long creepy hallway." He looked at the hall around him for emphasis. The hallway was clean, with dark linoleum, neutral colored walls, and green doors. They were quickly approaching a pair of doors labeled "showers," where they separated. Nihrae went into the women's showers while Azriel entered the men's.
The shower room was large and tiled, with a neutral blue patterned tile on the walls and ceiling and tiled stalls with double curtains, separating a small changing area from the shower bays. Azriel peeled off his shirt, lifting his wings to undo the back strap on his shirt. His tanned skin was pale and clammy, and he was relieved to find his penis small, still shrunken from the cold.
The water from the faucet was gloriously hot. Azriel's body couldn't seem to soak up the heat fast enough, and he decided to stand there for a while, letting it wash over his arms and legs. The hot water was rapidly bringing back the erection from before, gently stimulated by the shower. Having real privacy for the first time in a week, Azriel allowed himself to relax. His cock was becoming obnoxiously sensitive, and he couldn't help reaching down-
The door to the hallway opened, echoing in the showers, followed by a familiar voice: "Hey Azriel, do you have hot water in here?"
It was Nihrae. Azriel had grown up on a world where everything was co-ed, but hearing Nihrae's voice in the men's showers made his empty stomach squirm awkwardly.
"Uh...yeah, I've got hot water," said Azriel. Safe behind the tiled wall, he reached down. He was hard and sensitive, throbbing restlessly beneath his thick foreskin.
"Oh good," said Nihrae. "The water in the women's is off for maintenance." Azriel didn't hear her cross the room, but he heard the rings sliding on the metal pole in the stall next to him. Her clothes made a wet slap when she dropped them on the floor. She pulled back the curtain to the inner shower stall, and Azriel expected her to turn on the faucet. Instead, a fast trickle echoed in the stall.
"Is there something wrong with the showerhead in there?" asked Azriel. He used his wing to splash some water in the stall, to cover up the small grunts he couldn't hold back and began stroking himself at a slow, rhythmic pace.
`"Oh no, I'm just peeing first," said Nihrae. "Like you said, good tea. I just had about fifteen cups of it and it has to go somewhere." She gave a long, relieved sigh, and Azriel couldn't stop himself from blowing his load right then and there. He clamped his free hand over his mouth and unloaded several pumps of thick white fluid onto the wet tile floor. In the midst of it when he knew he wouldn't be able to stop his voice, there was a loud squeak from the next stall: Nihrae had turned on the faucet, covering the brief strangled moan that escaped Azriel.
`Azriel stood under the shower, panting quietly under the hot water. As he lazily splashed his emissions down the drain, he remembered how full his bladder was. Azriel backed up a little to let the water run over his wings, stood over the drain, and let go. He started with a quick drip from his foreskin, pulling it back as the stream quickened.
