Chapter 16 – Brady Takes a Bath
I woke up with that weird mix of “fuck it” energy and stomach knots that usually only hits before a big game or when you know you’re about to do something stupid on purpose. The plan from last night with the guys was still ringing in my head: stop letting Jessy run the show, flip the script, make him the one who folds. Easy to say when you’re buzzed on cheap beer and surrounded by friends hyping you up. A lot harder when you’re staring at the ceiling crack in our tiny dorm room and your rival is sprawled out across from you looking like a goddamn fitness ad.
Jessy was still dead asleep, sheet barely covering his hips, one arm thrown over his head like he owned the whole damn planet even unconscious. His chest moved slow and steady, all that bronzed muscle on display. I didn’t stare. Much. Instead I swung my legs out of bed, feet hitting the cold floor, and told myself this was it. No more hiding in the bathroom like a scared freshman. Today I was walking straight into the fire.
I headed for the bathroom without looking back, heart already doing that annoying sprint thing against my ribs. At the doorway I paused for half a second, fingers gripping the frame. Just do it, Brady. Door stays open. You’re not backing out. My hands felt clammy. I stepped inside, stripped fast before my brain could talk me out of it. Shirt off, tossed toward the hamper. Jeans and boxers shoved down together, kicked aside. There I was, buck naked, skin prickling from the cooler air. My dick hung there, not fully hard but definitely paying attention. I caught my reflection and felt my face heat up. Lean from soccer, decent abs, trimmed down below. Nothing special, but right now it felt way too exposed. Nervous as hell. Embarrassed? Yeah. Still doing this? Absolutely.
I left the door wide open, no hesitation, even though my stomach flipped hard. The shower knob turned easy and hot water blasted out, steam filling the stall fast. I stepped under the spray, eyes closing for a beat as the heat hit my shoulders and ran down my back. Water poured over my chest, tracing every line, dripping off my hips. My balls tightened from the warmth. I grabbed the soap, lathered up my arms, trying to act normal even though every nerve felt lit up. Citrus scent cut through the steam. He’s gonna wake up any second. He’s gonna see all of this. And you’re gonna pretend it’s no big deal.
I kept my back to the door at first, rinsing suds off my shoulders, letting the water slide down over my ass. My skin flushed pink quick. I turned a little, soaping my chest in slow circles, thumbs brushing my nipples by accident and sending a quick spark straight south. My dick started filling out, thickening against my thigh. Don’t get fully hard yet, dude. Play it cool.
The mattress creaked behind me. Bare feet padded across the floor. My pulse jumped. Jessy was up. I didn’t spin around right away. Let him come see for himself. The footsteps stopped right at the doorway.
“Yo, what the hell?” Jessy’s voice came out sleep-rough and already amused. “You forget how to close doors or are you just auditioning for the dorm OnlyFans this morning?”
I kept soaping my stomach, water streaming down my face, and forced my shoulders to stay loose. My cock was half-hard now, bobbing a little with the movement. I turned under the spray, giving him the full view—chest wet and shining, abs tight, dick pointing forward thicker than before. I met his eyes through the steam and hit him with a casual smirk.
“Morning, asshole,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. “Took you long enough to roll out of bed. Figured the steam would wake your lazy ass up. You here to watch or just gonna stand there like a creep?”
Jessy stepped into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but those tight black boxer briefs that always sat way too low. His eyes dragged down my body slow, taking in the water running over my hips, the way my dick hung heavy and half-hard. He was already sporting his own bulge, thick outline pressing against the fabric, but that smug grin stayed locked on his face.
“Damn, Clark. Bold move leaving the door wide open. This your new way of saying you want attention? Because it’s working. You look good all wet and soapy, man. Real confident for the guy who usually locks himself in here to hide that morning wood.”
Heat crawled up my neck but I didn’t break eye contact. I turned my back again on purpose, reaching for the shampoo, and worked it into my hair while the water pounded my shoulders. Suds ran down my spine and over my ass. I knew he was staring. My stomach was still twisted with nerves, but I kept my tone light, sarcastic like always.
“Hide? Please. Last I checked you’re the one walking around with your dick half-hard every morning like it’s trying to say hi. If you’re so impressed, maybe stop talking and pass the body wash. Or are you too busy staring to be useful?”
Jessy chuckled low and grabbed the bottle, stepping closer until he was right at the edge of the stall. Steam wrapped around both of us. He held it out but didn’t let go right away, our fingers brushing when I took it. His skin was warm, mine slick. My cock twitched hard at the contact, thickening more, the head flushing darker under the spray. A bead of precum mixed with the water.
“Useful, huh?” he said, voice dropping that filthy edge he loved. “I’m plenty useful from right here. Look at you, Brady. Dick already getting hard just from me watching. You really think leaving the door open is gonna throw me off? I’ve had my hand down your shorts, felt how fast you leak when I get close. This is cute, but it’s not breaking me.”
I squeezed out some body wash, lathered it over my chest slow, thumbs circling my nipples until they tightened up. The nerves were still there, tight in my gut, but I turned sideways so he got the full profile—my hard cock curving up now, veins standing out, water streaming over everything. I soaped my thighs, letting my hand drift close without stroking.
“Cute? Says the guy who can’t even put on pants before invading my shower,” I shot back, keeping it light and cocky even though my heart was racing. “If staring at my dick is your morning routine now, at least admit it. Or are you pissed I’m not the one hiding anymore? Go ahead, keep looking. Tell me how much better I look wet than you do.”
Jessy’s eyes stayed glued to me, dark and focused. His bulge had grown thicker, the head of his cock pressing obviously against the waistband of his briefs. He adjusted himself openly, palm rubbing over the length once.
“Pissed? Nah, I’m entertained,” he said, leaning in a little more. “You’re flushed as hell, man. Heart probably pounding. Dick leaking already and I haven’t even touched you. Keep soaping up though. That ass looks real nice when it’s all wet and shiny. Bet it feels even better.”
I laughed short, turning my back again to rinse, arching just enough to let the water highlight the curve of my back down to my ass. Embarrassment and heat mixed in my chest, but I kept the banter going.
“Flushed from the hot water, genius. And if my dick’s hard it’s because I’m thinking about how quiet you got yesterday when I started pushing back. Keep talking shit if you want. We both know you’re the one getting worked up just standing there.”
Jessy stayed planted, watching every move as I rinsed the suds off. Water cascaded over my shoulders, chest, and down my hard cock one last time. I shut the water off with a quick twist, stepped out dripping wet, and grabbed my towel but didn’t wrap it around myself yet. Droplets ran down my collarbone, over my abs, off the tip of my dick. I met his stare head-on, still trying to play it cool even though my knees felt a little weak.
“Enjoy the show?” I asked, wiping my face with the towel but leaving the rest of me on display. “Or you just gonna stand there with that tent in your shorts all morning?”
Jessy’s grin widened, eyes flicking down to my cock then back up. “Show’s not bad, Clark. Not bad at all. But don’t think this changes anything. You opened the door. I’m walking through it whenever I feel like it. And trust me, I’m feeling like it.”
The bathroom felt smaller, steam still thick, air charged between us. My skin buzzed from the heat and the nerves and the rush of actually following through. Jessy’s thick bulge was impossible to ignore, but I kept the smirk on my face.
“Yeah, well, walk through it then,” I said, voice casual like we were talking about breakfast. “We’ll see who’s still standing when the steam clears, Delgado.”
I finally wrapped the towel low around my hips, but the damage was done. Round one felt like mine, even if my hands were still shaking a little and my dick was still half-hard under the towel. Jessy didn’t look rattled yet, but he was watching me closer than usual. That was enough for now.
I just had to keep this energy going when we moved back into the room. Because if I knew anything about Jessy, he wasn’t about to let me have the last word that easy.
I stepped back into the room with the towel still slung low around my hips, water dripping down my chest and abs. My skin felt too hot from the shower and the way Jessy had stared at every inch of me. He followed right behind, that cocky vibe radiating off him like always.
Without missing a beat, Jessy hooked his thumbs in his boxer briefs and shoved them down his legs, kicking the fabric aside like it was nothing. He stood there completely naked again, thick cock hanging heavy between his strong thighs, already starting to fill out. The sharp V-line on his hips pointed straight down, and his bubble butt flexed as he shifted his weight. Steam still clung to his bronzed skin, making him look ridiculous levels of hot.
“Nice towel, dude,” he said, voice low and teasing as he stepped closer, crowding me. “You gonna keep that on after your little open-door performance? Kinda defeats the purpose, don’t you think?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to act unbothered even though my heart was still racing from the shower stunt. “Defeats the purpose? I just showered with the damn door wide open while you watched like it was free porn. If anyone’s pretending here, it’s you acting like you’re not already getting hard.”
Jessy grinned and moved even closer until his bare chest was inches from mine. His cock brushed against the front of my towel, warm and thickening fast. “Getting hard? This is barely anything yet. You should feel what happens when I actually get my hands on you. But sure, keep hiding behind that towel and pretending you’re cool. It’s kinda adorable when you try so hard.”
Before I could snap back, he reached down and yanked the towel off me in one quick pull. It hit the floor, leaving me just as naked as him. My cock sprang up, already fully hard and bobbing between us, the head shiny with a bead of precum. Heat rushed to my face, but I forced myself not to cover up. I stood there, letting him look.
“See?” Jessy said, eyes dropping straight to my dick. “Told you. You’re leaking and I barely touched you. So easy, Brady.”
“Easy?” I fired back, stepping right into his space instead of backing off. My pulse was hammering, but I reached out anyway, bold as hell, and grabbed a solid handful of his firm ass. I squeezed hard, feeling the tight, round muscle under my palm. It felt way better than I expected. “This ass though? Fuck, Jessy. It’s so perfect and fuckable. Bet it’d feel insane wrapped around my cock.”
Jessy went completely still for a second. His eyes widened and his mouth opened like he couldn’t believe what just came out of my mouth. His thick cock twitched hard between us, jumping up thicker and heavier, the head flushing darker. “What the fuck, man? Are you okay? Did you hit your head in the shower or something? You just grabbed my ass and called it fuckable like we’re in a bad porno.”
I squeezed his ass again, letting my fingers dig in a little deeper, feeling the heat of his skin. My own dick throbbed against his thigh, leaving a slick streak of precum. Inside I was a nervous wreck, but I kept my voice steady and threw in a smirk. “I’m great, actually. Just calling it like I see it. That bubble butt of yours is wasted on all those squats if nobody’s telling you how good it looks. Real shame, Delgado.”
He stared at me, still looking thrown off. “Real shame? Dude, you went from nervous in the shower to full-on ass-grabbing and dirty talk in like thirty seconds. Who are you right now? Where’s the uptight Brady who usually yells at me to put clothes on?”
I let go of his ass but stayed right in his face, our hard cocks almost touching, both leaking now. “That guy’s taking a break. This version is tired of you running your mouth and getting away with it every time. So yeah, your ass is perfect. Tight, round, made for getting railed. Got a problem with that?”
Jessy let out a short, surprised laugh, but it sounded a little off, like he was trying to recover. “Problem? Nah, but you’re acting super weird, bro. One minute you’re all flushed and pretending not to be hard in the shower, next minute you’re squeezing my ass and talking about railing it. Make it make sense, man. Did Noah and Mia give you some kind of script or what?”
I laughed, stepping past him toward the dresser, making sure my bare shoulder brushed his chest on the way. “They might’ve suggested I stop playing defense, yeah. But I’m the one doing it. And it looks like it’s working. You’re standing here naked with a full hard-on because I grabbed your ass and said it was fuckable. Admit it, Jessy. You’re not used to me pushing back like this.”
He turned to watch me, arms crossed over his broad chest, but his cock stayed rock hard and pointing right at me. “Not used to it? Please. I’m just surprised. You went zero to a hundred real fast. Kinda hot, not gonna lie. But don’t start thinking you’re winning already. I can still pin your ass down and make you leak all over yourself before you even zip your jeans.”
I pulled on my boxers slowly, letting the waistband snap against my hips. My hard cock tented the front obviously. “Pin me down? Big words from the guy whose ass I just had in my hand. Go ahead and try. But I bet you’ll be the one getting worked up first when I keep talking about how good that tight bubble butt would feel taking every inch.”
Jessy shook his head, grinning, but the grin looked a little tighter than normal. “You’re really leaning into this confident shit, huh? Fine. Keep running your mouth, Clark. We’ll see how long it lasts when I decide to shut you up later. Right now you’re still standing here half-hard in your boxers while I got the full shower show. I’d call that even at best.”
I yanked my jeans on next, buttoning them over my obvious bulge, and shot him a quick wink. “Even? Nah, dude. I’m taking this round. You’re the one who got quiet for once after I touched your ass. Get dressed before you’re late or whatever. Some of us actually have places to be today.”
Jessy finally moved, grabbing his clothes but taking his sweet time about it. His eyes stayed on me the whole time. “Quiet? Hardly. I’m just plotting my comeback. And when it hits, you’re gonna be the one blushing again, trust me.”
I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, still riding the rush even though my nerves were buzzing hard underneath. “Plot away, man. I’ll be on campus telling people whatever they want to hear about that field kiss if you need me. Try not to jerk off thinking about my hand on your ass during your first class.”
He laughed as I headed for the door, but I caught the way his cock gave one last twitch before I stepped out. I pulled the door shut behind me with a smug little grin on my face.
Walking down the hall, my heart was still pounding and my dick was still half-hard in my jeans. The nerves hadn’t gone away, but damn, it felt good to finally push back for once. Jessy had actually looked thrown off, even if only for a few seconds. That was new.
I just had to keep this same energy going all day. Because if I knew anything about Jessy Delgado, he wasn’t going to let me have the upper hand for long.
And honestly? Part of me was already stupidly looking forward to whatever he’d throw at me next.
Chapter 17 – Talk of the Town
I headed across the quad with my backpack hanging off one shoulder, still feeling that weird mix of adrenaline and nerves from the dorm. My jeans kept rubbing against my dick in a way that made it hard to forget how hard I’d been when I grabbed Jessy’s ass earlier. The whole thing had left me a little shaky inside, but I kept my face straight and walked like nothing was up.
People were everywhere, clustered in groups, phones out, talking loud. I hadn’t gone far before a couple girls from my psych class spotted me and waved me over.
“Brady, wait up!” one of them called. “Is that video from the field real? You and Jessy actually kissed?”
I slowed down and gave them a casual nod. “Yeah, it happened. We scored, things got crazy, you know how it goes.”
Her friend jumped in right away. “So are you two together now? Everyone’s saying you guys are a thing.”
I let out a short laugh and shifted my bag. “Together? Nah. Jessy’s the one who’s been all over me lately. Guy can’t keep his hands to himself. What can I say? He’s crazy about me.”
Both girls looked surprised. “Wait, for real? He’s chasing you?”
“Pretty much,” I said, keeping it light. “I’m just humoring him at this point. He walks around our room with no clothes on half the time, sends me texts that are way too much, then pulls shit like kissing me in front of everyone. It’s nonstop with him.”
The first girl grinned. “That’s actually funny. So you’re not really that into him? You’re just letting him chase?”
I shrugged, even though my stomach did a little flip thinking about squeezing his firm ass back in the room and how his thick cock had jumped at my words. “He’s not bad to look at. But yeah, I’m not the one losing my mind. That’s all Jessy. Poor guy’s got it bad. I just go along with it sometimes because it’s entertaining watching him try so hard.”
They both laughed. One of them already had her phone out, typing fast. “I love this. Everyone thought you two hated each other.”
“We do,” I said with a smirk. “But apparently hate looks like Jessy trying to get in my pants every night. I humor the dude because why not.”
A couple guys from intramurals walked by and overheard. One of them called out, “Clark! That kiss looked pretty real, man. You and Delgado finally hooking up?”
I turned toward them, keeping the same easy tone. “Hooking up? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Jessy’s the one who’s been chasing me hard. Kisses me on the field, grinds on me in the locker room, walks around naked like he’s trying to tempt me. The guy’s obsessed. What can I say? He can’t help himself around me.”
The taller one laughed and shook his head. “No way. Jessy’s always acted like such a player. Never thought he’d be the one simping.”
“Simping is right,” I said, voice dry. “I keep telling him to chill but he just laughs and keeps going. Guess I’m just that irresistible to him.”
They clapped me on the shoulder as they passed, still grinning. I kept walking toward the student center, the gossip following me like background noise. My phone kept buzzing with more messages, but I only answered a couple, sticking to the same story. Jessy was the one after me. I was just along for the ride.
Near the fountain another small group called me over. A girl in a cropped hoodie smirked as I stopped. “Brady, be real with us. Are you and Jessy actually a thing or is it all rumors?”
I rested my backpack against my leg and gave her a small shrug. “A thing? Not really. Jessy wishes though. He’s been after me since we got stuck as roommates. Naked all the time, grinding, random kisses. The guy has zero chill when it comes to me. I’m just humoring him because it’s funny.”
She raised an eyebrow. “So you’re not into him at all?”
“He’s hot, sure,” I said, keeping my voice casual even though thinking about his ass under my hand made my dick twitch again in my jeans. “But I’m not the one chasing. That’s all him. Poor dude’s down bad. What can I say? He can’t seem to quit me.”
The group laughed and started whispering to each other. One of the guys added, “This is wild. We all thought you hated each other’s guts.”
“We still do,” I replied with a grin. “But apparently that hate looks a lot like Jessy trying everything to get with me. I just sit back and enjoy the show.”
I waved them off and kept moving. My face felt warm and my jeans felt tighter than they should, the half-hard pressure reminding me of the morning every time I took a step. The nerves from the open shower and grabbing Jessy’s ass were still sitting heavy in my chest, but I pushed through it. I wasn’t committing to anything. I was just letting everyone think Jessy was the one losing his cool over me.
By the time I reached the steps outside the business building, another handful of people had noticed. A blond girl from English class waved me down. “Brady! Quick question. Is Jessy really the one who started all this between you two?”
I paused on the bottom step and looked back at them. “Started it? Yeah, pretty much. He’s been after me nonstop. Kissing me out of nowhere, sending pictures, crowding me every chance he gets. The guy’s relentless. I keep telling him to calm down but he just tries harder. What can I say? He’s crazy about me.”
She giggled. “So you’re not really that into him?”
I gave a small laugh. “He’s fun to mess with. Looks good when he gets all worked up. But I’m not losing sleep over him or anything. Just humoring the poor guy at this point.”
The group broke into laughs and whispers. I gave them a quick nod and headed inside the building, the door swinging shut behind me.
My heart was still beating a little fast. The morning had left me buzzing in more ways than one. Jessy was definitely going to hear about everything I’d said today. And I was curious as hell to see how he’d react when I got back to the room later.
I was cutting across the grass toward the practice field when Jessy came jogging up from the side, cleats clacking and his practice jersey already plastered to his chest like it was trying to become part of his skin. He looked pissed in that hot, frustrated way that made my stomach do a weird flip.
“Brady, hold the fuck up,” he called, voice low but carrying that edge.
I slowed but didn’t stop, adjusting my bag. “What’s up, man? You look like you just found out your dick pics got leaked.”
He caught up fast and fell in beside me, shoulder bumping mine hard. “Cut the bullshit. I’ve been hearing all kinds of shit this afternoon. People asking if I’m ‘simping’ for you. Simping. Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
I glanced over at him, keeping my face easy and a little amused. Sweat was already beading along his temples, and the way his jersey clung to his pecs made it hard not to stare at how his chest moved when he breathed heavy. That nervous twist from the dorm was still sitting low in my gut, but I played it cool.
“Yeah? News travels fast around this place,” I said with a lazy grin. “Guess the rumors are doing numbers.”
Jessy grabbed my arm and yanked me to a stop just off the path. His fingers were warm and rough, and the sudden grip sent a quick spark straight down my spine. “Don’t play dumb, Clark. You told half the campus I’m the one chasing you like some thirsty bitch. That I’m ‘crazy about you’ and you’re just humoring me. What the actual fuck was that?”
I looked down at his hand on my arm, then back up at his face, and shrugged like it was nothing. “I’m just messing around, dude. You used to pull the exact same shit on me all the time. Walking around naked, sending those filthy texts, kissing me on the field like it was no big deal. Figured it was my turn to flip it. Keep things interesting, you know?”
Jessy’s jaw flexed hard. His eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second before snapping back up. “Interesting? You had your hand on my ass this morning calling it fuckable, and now suddenly I’m the desperate simp? That’s how we’re doing this?”
I laughed low, keeping my tone light even though my pulse was kicking up. “Exactly. I’m just giving people what they wanna hear. You started this game, Jessy. I’m just playing it better. Besides, you looked pretty thrown when I grabbed that tight ass of yours earlier. Maybe there’s a little truth in the rumors after all.”
He let go of my arm but stayed right in my space, close enough that I could smell the warm skin and faint deodorant coming off him. His chest rose faster now. “Thrown? You’re full of shit. And you’re gonna regret running your mouth like this when we get back to the room later.”
“Regret it?” I tilted my head, smirking. “Nah, I’m having fun. Now come on, we’ve got practice. Wouldn’t want you missing easy passes because you’re too busy thinking about how bad you want my hands on you again.”
Jessy muttered “fucking unbelievable” and shoved past me toward the field, but I caught the way the tips of his ears had gone red. I followed a few steps behind, that nervous buzz still humming under my ribs, but the grin stayed on my face. This was working.
Practice kicked off with the usual warm-up, then moved into small-sided games. The sun was beating down, making the grass bright and everything feel sharper. I played midfield, staying loose, winning balls and feeding passes. Jessy was up top, moving fast but looking tighter than usual.
I waited until we were in a tight 5v5 before I turned it up. The ball popped loose near the sideline and Jessy charged after it. I cut in quick, shoulder to shoulder with him, bodies close enough that I felt the heat pouring off his skin through his damp jersey.
As we fought for the ball I leaned in, mouth right by his ear. “You’re looking kinda tense today, Delgado. Still thinking about my hand squeezing that perfect ass of yours this morning? How tight and fuckable it felt?”
Jessy stumbled for half a beat. The ball rolled past him and one of our teammates scooped it up. He shot me a glare, chest heaving. “Shut the fuck up and play, Clark.”
I jogged back grinning. “Just saying. You look real good when you’re all worked up and sweaty like this. Makes me wanna grab that ass again.”
Evan yelled from the sideline, “Brady’s got jokes today! Jessy, you good, bro?”
A couple guys laughed. I kept the pressure on. Next time the ball came loose I won it clean and dribbled straight at him. When Jessy stepped up to challenge, I faked left and brushed past on the right, my hip sliding slow against his thigh. Sweat-slick skin rubbed against sweat-slick skin, warm and solid, the brief grind making my dick twitch in my shorts.
“Careful there,” I murmured as I passed. “Wouldn’t want you getting too distracted thinking about how bad you wanna bend over and let me slide in behind you.”
Jessy’s next pass sailed straight out of bounds. He cursed loud and ran a hand through his damp hair, face flushed darker than the running should’ve caused.
I caught his eye across the grass and flashed him a cocky smile. “Easy one, man. You sure you’re alright? Keep missing simple shit like that and people might think you’re too busy thinking about my cock.”
We reset again. Jessy won the ball this time and tried to push forward. I dropped back quick to mark him tight, bodies almost touching as I jockeyed for position. My hand brushed low on his back, right above the waistband of his shorts, fingers grazing the warm, sweaty skin there.
“Nice touch,” I said under my breath, voice low and filthy. “But I bet you’d feel even better if I got behind you for real. Hands on those hips, sliding in slow while you’re all sweaty and worked up like this.”
Jessy’s shot sailed way over the goal, nowhere close. The guys groaned. Marco yelled, “What the hell was that, Jessy? That was wide open!”
Jessy turned on me, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his neck and soaking into his collar. His eyes were dark, frustrated, but there was definite heat mixed in. “You’re really doing this shit right now? On the fucking field?”
I wiped sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand and shrugged, my own jersey sticking to my chest. “Just talking a little shit like you always do to me. Difference is I’m actually getting in your head. Admit it, you’re distracted as hell thinking about my hand on your ass again. Or maybe thinking about how my cock would feel pressing against it.”
He didn’t answer, just jogged back into position, jaw tight. But his next few touches were sloppy. He let the ball bounce off his shin, then when I slid in to take it our legs tangled for a second. Sweat-slick calves pressed together, thighs brushing hard, the brief grind of muscle on muscle making my dick start to thicken under my shorts.
I popped up first with the ball at my feet and gave him another slow smile. “Easy there, big guy. You’re playing like you’ve got something way better on your mind. Like me bending you over in the showers later.”
Evan whistled again. “Brady’s cooking today! Jessy, you sure you’re good?”
Jessy waved him off but kept stealing glances at me every reset, breathing heavier than usual. During the next water break I stood right next to him at the sideline, both of us dripping sweat, jerseys soaked through. I took a long drink, then wiped my mouth with the hem of my shirt, letting it ride up enough to flash a strip of my abs.
“You’re missing easy ones today,” I said quietly, voice amused. “Sure it’s not because you keep picturing my hands sliding down the back of your shorts? Fingers spreading that tight ass while you’re all sweaty and panting?”
Jessy took the bottle from my hand, fingers brushing mine on purpose. His eyes narrowed but his voice came out rougher. “Keep talking, Clark. See what happens when we get back to the room and there’s no coach watching.”
I took the bottle back and let my fingers linger against his a second longer, voice dropping low. “Looking forward to it. But right now? You’re the one getting all worked up and hard on the field. Maybe try focusing on the ball instead of thinking about my cock pressing against that perfect ass of yours.”
He shook his head, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting not to react. The rest of practice stayed the same. Every time Jessy got near the ball I was right there, shoulder-checking him, whispering something filthy whenever we got close. My own body felt wired, skin hot and slick with sweat, cock half-hard and rubbing against my shorts from the constant brushes of his body and the way his muscles flexed every time he moved.
I stayed cocky on the outside, throwing in little smiles and comments, but inside the nerves from the morning were still buzzing. Every time our sweaty skin touched it sent another rush through me. Every frustrated glare he shot my way made my dick twitch harder. I was committed though. This was the plan. Make him the one cracking first.
By the end of practice Jessy was breathing heavier than everyone else, face flushed, hair damp and messy. He hadn’t said much in the last ten minutes, just kept glancing over at me with that mix of annoyance and raw heat.
I caught his eye one last time as we started walking off the field and gave him a slow, knowing grin. “Solid practice today, Delgado. We should do this more often. You looked real fucking good out there getting all flustered and worked up for me.”
Jessy didn’t answer, just shook his head and kept walking, shoulders still tense. But the way he kept stealing looks back at me said plenty. I’d gotten under his skin good. And fuck if that didn’t feel satisfying as hell.
Chapter 18 – Shower and Steam
The showers were loud as hell after practice. Guys yelling, towels snapping, steam rolling thick off the tiles like we were in a damn sauna. I stepped under the spray next to Evan, letting the hot water hammer my shoulders and rinse the grass and sweat off my skin. My muscles felt good and loose, but my dick was still half-interested from all the close contact with Jessy out on the field. Water ran down my chest, over my abs, and straight down to my cock, making everything slick and warm.
Jessy took the showerhead right across from me. He shoved his shorts down without a word, that thick cock swinging heavy between his legs as he stepped under the water. The spray hit his chest first, running over every cut line of muscle, dripping off his nipples and sliding down the sharp V of his hips. When he turned to rinse his back his ass flexed, round and tight and still flushed pink from running. I caught myself staring a second too long before I looked away.
Evan noticed anyway. He grinned through the water while he soaped his chest. “Yo, you two. That field kiss is still blowing up every group chat. People are calling you the new campus power couple. What the fuck is going on?”
Marco laughed from the next stall, water slapping against his thick shoulders. “For real. I watched the clip like four times. Jessy grabbing your face like he wanted to swallow you whole. You two been practicing that shit behind closed doors?”
Ty leaned against the wall with his backwards cap still on, watching everything like it was free entertainment. “I’m just saying, if that was a ‘celebration,’ I need to see what happens when you guys actually lose a game.”
I soaped up my arms, keeping my voice casual and sarcastic while the water beat down my back. “Power couple? Come on. Jessy’s the one who can’t keep it in his pants. Guy’s been chasing me since we got stuck as roommates. I’m just humoring the poor bastard because it’s funny watching him try so hard.”
Jessy shot me a glare through the steam, water streaming down his face. His cock was already starting to thicken under the hot spray, hanging heavier between his thighs. “Humoring me? That’s cute coming from the guy who had his hand on my ass this morning telling me how fuckable it was.”
A couple guys whistled. Evan’s eyes went wide. “Wait, Brady grabbed your ass? In the room?”
I laughed, turning under the water so it ran down my chest and over my own cock, which was filling out more from the conversation and the sight of Jessy all wet and pissed off. “Yeah, I did. And it’s a damn nice ass. Tight, round, feels even better than it looks. What can I say? Jessy’s got it bad for me. I never really liked the guy, but I can’t help loving the idea of drilling that fine ass sometimes.”
The whole shower went quiet for a second, then exploded with laughs and hoots. Evan almost dropped his soap. “Holy shit, Brady! You really just said that out loud?”
Jessy’s face got darker under the water. He stepped closer, water sluicing over his shoulders, his cock now half-hard and swinging with every move. “You’re really saying that shit in front of the whole team? You never liked me but you wanna drill my ass? Pick a lane, Clark.”
I didn’t back up. I stayed right there, water pounding my chest, my own cock getting fully hard now and pointing toward him under the spray. The steam made everything feel closer, hotter, skin slick and warm. “I just did pick a lane. I humor you because it’s entertaining. But yeah, that ass? I’d drill it. Slow at first, then deep. Bet you’d sound real fucking good moaning my name while I did it.”
More whistles and laughs from the guys. Marco slapped the tile. “Brady’s not holding back today!”
Jessy’s breathing picked up, chest rising fast, nipples tight from the water and the tension. His cock was rock hard now, thick and flushed dark, the head shiny under the spray. He stepped right into my space, our chests almost brushing. “You’re such a fucking liar. You’re the one who gets hard every time I get close. You’re the one who leaked all over my fingers when I had my hand down your shorts. Don’t act like you don’t want it bad.”
I smirked, voice dropping low so only he could really hear over the water. “Want it? Maybe a little. But I’m not the one simping, Jessy. That’s you. Chasing me around the room, kissing me on the field, getting hard in the showers just because I talked about your ass. Admit it. You can’t stop thinking about me bending you over.”
Jessy’s hands clenched at his sides. He moved even closer, our hard cocks brushing for a second under the water, hot skin sliding against hot skin. The quick contact made my balls draw up tight. “Keep talking like that and I’ll bend you over right here. See how funny you think it is when I’m the one doing the fucking.”
The guys started chanting “Fight! Fight!” Evan was cracking up. “Coach is gonna kill you two.”
Jessy shoved me hard in the chest, water splashing everywhere. His palm was hot and wet against my skin. I shoved back, our bodies slamming together for a moment, slick chests sliding, cocks grinding once before we broke apart. Steam swirled thick around us, making the air feel heavy and charged.
“You’re pissed because it’s true,” I said, still grinning even though my heart was pounding. “You get all worked up every time I push back. Look at you right now, hard as fuck in front of everyone just because I said I’d drill your ass. Pathetic, man.”
Jessy lunged again, grabbing my shoulder, water flying. “Pathetic? I’ll show you pathetic. I’m gonna pin your ass down and—”
Coach Danvers’s voice cut through the steam like a whip. “What the hell is going on in here?!”
We both froze. Jessy’s hand was still on my shoulder, our bodies inches apart, cocks still hard and leaking under the spray. The whole team went dead quiet except for the water running.
Coach stood at the entrance, arms crossed, looking pissed. “You two idiots forget what happened last time you fought naked in my showers? Get your shit together or I’ll make you run laps until you puke. And put some damn towels on before I lose my lunch.”
Jessy dropped his hand fast. I stepped back under the water, my cock slowly softening but still heavy from the rush. The guys started moving again, muttering and laughing under their breath.
We finished rinsing in heavy silence, but the tension stayed thick as hell. Jessy kept shooting me looks, jaw tight, body still flushed and glistening.
Later in the locker room most of the team had cleared out. I stood at my locker wearing just a towel, still dripping onto the bench while I dug out my clothes. My skin felt warm and sensitive from the hot water.
Jessy came up right behind me, crowding me against the open locker like he owned the damn place. His towel was slung way too low, showing off that deep cut V and the thick base of his cock. He was so close I could feel the heat pouring off his damp body.
“You shouldn’t mind me getting this close, right?” he said, voice all low and rough right by my ear. “We’re so close now, according to all the shit you were telling people today.”
His breath was hot on my neck. I stayed facing the locker, pretending to look for my shirt, but my heart was already hammering. “Close? Sure. But don’t get any dumb ideas, Delgado. I’m still just humoring your horny ass.”
Jessy didn’t back off. His hand slid down and landed on my bare leg, fingers warm and a little rough. He slowly dragged it higher up the inside of my thigh, stopping just under the edge of my towel. The touch was light but straight filthy, fingertips brushing that sensitive skin and making my dick twitch hard.
“Fuck, your leg feels good,” he murmured. “All warm and smooth from the shower. Bet the rest of you feels even better right now.”
My cock started getting thick fast, pushing against the front of the towel. I could already feel precum leaking at the tip, making the fabric stick. “You’re really doing this right here?” I asked, trying to sound chill even though my voice came out rougher. “After Coach almost lost his shit in the showers?”
Jessy’s fingers crept higher, sliding under the towel to graze the bottom curve of my ass. “Why not? You spent all practice bragging about how you’d drill my ass. Figured I’d give you a little taste back. See how you like getting teased when someone’s hand is this close to your hole.”
The touch sent a sharp rush through me. My dick was fully hard now, tenting the towel like crazy, a wet spot growing at the front. My balls felt tight. “You’re such a dick,” I muttered, but it sounded more turned on than pissed.
“Yeah?” He pressed in closer, chest almost against my back, voice filthy in my ear. “Then why’s your cock trying to rip through that towel? You talk all that big shit about humoring me, but your dick’s leaking like it wants me bad.”
That did it. I spun around fast, grabbed the front of his towel and yanked him in until our chests slammed together, wet skin sliding. I pulled him close, mouth right by his ear.
“You want close?” I whispered, keeping my voice low and sweet. “Then how about this. You’re not just hot when you’re pissed, Jessy. You’re actually kinda beautiful when you get all worked up like this. That flush on your cheeks, the way your chest moves when you’re trying not to lose it. Makes me want to kiss you soft right here on the cheek, just to see if you’d melt for me.”
I leaned in and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to his cheek, right below his eye. My lips stayed there for a second, feeling the warmth of his skin and the faint scratch of stubble. Then I pulled back, still holding his towel, and gave him a lazy smirk.
Jessy froze, eyes wide, mouth hanging open like his brain had completely shorted out. His cock was rock hard under the towel, the thick head pushing against the fabric with a dark wet spot spreading. He looked genuinely confused, like I’d knocked every cocky thought right out of his head.
I let go of his towel, stepped back, and grabbed my clothes. “See you back at the room, Delgado. Try not to jerk off thinking about that kiss the whole way home.”
I yanked on my shorts and shirt fast, slung my bag over my shoulder, and headed out with a smug little grin. My heart was still racing and my dick was still half-hard in my shorts, but that soft kiss and the totally thrown look on his face felt like the best move I’d made all day.
Jessy didn’t say a single word. He just stood there, towel barely hanging on, staring after me like I’d broken something in him.
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