Tony felt safe, secure and loved as he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for the showers. He wondered what it was about this towel. Maybe a new scented detergent or softener? He was halfway to the shower, when he noticed his towel was tented. He could hear the showers running, but he was alone in the hallway. So he jerked off. Best sex ever, was the thought that came to mind. He no longer had a boner. He hung the soiled towel on a hook, and showered.
Chad was confused. His face was buried in Tony's junk, when he was wrapped around Tony's waist. He was happy. He felt safe and secure wrapped around Tony's body. There was a weird emotional feedback going on between Tony and Chad, though only Chad was aware that he wasn't just a towel. Or maybe he was just a towel now, but once he had been human. Once he and Tony, uh, new each other.
As Tony exited the shower, he thought he might get a fresh towel, but he instead grabbed Chad. The towel seemed clean and dry, no trace of telltale cum remained. Tony rubbed the towel all over his wet body until he was dry.
He carried the damp towel back to his locker, and hung it over the locker door, while he dressed. When he was dressed, Tony hung the damp towel I'm his locker and locked it up.