The showers were already thick with steam when Sage shoved past the curtain, his bare feet slapping against wet tile as he claimed the nozzle next to Asher. Water sluiced down his tan skin, tracing the ridges of his abs before disappearing into the dense thatch of brown hair between his thighs.
Jake pushed through the shower entryway, steam curling around his freckled shoulders as he took in the scene before him. The heat hit him first, the thick, humid air clinging to his skin, but then his gaze locked onto Asher and Sage under the spray, their bodies glistening under the fluorescent lights.
Asher stood farthest from him, head tipped back under the showerhead with water sluicing down the dense muscle of his torso. Droplets traced the deep ridges of his abs before disappearing into the dark trail of hair leading to his half-hard cock, which was still thick even in its softened state, the foreskin pulled taut over the flushed head. His olive skin shone under the artificial light, every coiled muscle from his wrestler’s frame highlighted by the sheen of water. Jake’s throat went dry watching the way Asher’s biceps flexed as he raked both hands through his dark curls, water cascading down his shoulders and over the broad plane of his back before trickling into the cleft of his ass.
To his left, Sage was shamelessly soaping up, his golden skin flushed pink from the heat. The water carved paths down his chest, catching on the sparse hair there before streaming over the carved V of his hips. His cock, thick and full, bobbed slightly as he worked lather into his thighs, the muscles there corded from years of wrestling. Jake’s gaze lingered on the way Sage’s shoulders rolled as he twisted to rinse off, the movement making the water sluice down the tight curve of his ass. Sage caught him staring and smirked, deliberately angling his body to give Jake an unobstructed view of his back muscles flexing as he reached for the shampoo.
"Enjoying the show?" Sage drawled, squeezing a dollop of shampoo into his palm before lathering it into his dark hair. The suds dripped down his temples, tracing the sharp line of his jaw before disappearing into the spray.
Jake swallowed hard, his own cock twitching against his thigh. "Just admiring the view," he shot back, voice rougher than he intended. He stepped under the adjacent showerhead, the scalding water hitting his freckled shoulders with enough force to make him hiss. The heat seeped into his sore muscles, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from where Asher was now soaping his chest, his thick fingers dragging through the dark hair there before sliding lower.
Jake stood motionless under the shower spray, his lean frame silhouetted against the steam-clouded tiles, every muscle defined. The water traced the freckles scattered like constellations across his shoulders, tiny copper stars against pale, flushed skin. His collarbones jutted out above the corded muscle of his chest, each freckle there darkened by moisture into something resembling spilled ink. Ginger hair, usually a riot of untamed curls, clung damply to his forehead in wet coils, the color deepened to near-bronze under the fluorescent lights.
His torso tapered into a narrow waist, the skin there smooth and taut where it disappeared into the V of his hips. A dusting of pale hair trailed downward, following the path of water droplets as they slid over the slight curve of his abdomen. His cock, still half-hard from the aftershocks of their earlier frenzy, rested against his thigh in a thick length flushed pink at the tip where a bead of moisture gathered.
Jake turned his face into the water, his lashes spiky with droplets, and the movement made the tendons in his neck stand out like braided rope. His shoulders flexed as he reached for the soap, the lean muscles of his back shifting under skin that was still blotchy from where Sage’s fingers had dug in earlier. His arms were sinewy but strong, the kind of strength built from years of wrestling. The inside of his left thigh bore a faint bruise, the imprint of Sage’s grip already purpling. Water sluiced down the back of his knees, tracing the delicate hollows there before disappearing down his calves, which were taut from balancing on the balls of his feet.
Jake slicked his hair back with both hands, exposing the sharp angle of his jaw, the vulnerable dip of his throat where his pulse still hammered. His lips were slightly parted, breath coming in shallow bursts as the steam thickened around him. The shower spray hit his collarbones and fractured into tiny rivulets that raced down his chest, disappearing into the sparse ginger hair there. His nipples, peaked from the heat, were the same pink as his lower lip.
His hips rolled slightly as he adjusted his stance, an unconscious movement that made his cock bob against his thigh. The tip brushed his stomach, leaving a glistening trail behind. Jake’s fingers twitched at his sides before he finally reached down, wrapping his hand around himself with a slow, experimental stroke. His breath hitched, his green eyes flicking toward the others and checking if they were watching.
Asher was.
The darker-haired wrestler leaned against the tiled wall, arms crossed over his massive chest, water sluicing down the dense muscle of his torso. His gaze was locked onto Jake’s hand, his own cock twitching against his thigh as Jake’s fingers tightened around himself.
Jake smirked, catching Asher’s stare, and deliberately slowed his strokes, twisting his wrist on the upstroke. His thumb brushed over the leaking tip, smearing the moisture down his length before dragging it back up in a slick glide. His hips rolled into the touch, his breath coming faster now, his freckled skin flushing darker under the steam.
Sage turned his head slightly, water dripping from his dark lashes as he watched Jake’s movements with lazy interest. His own cock stirred against his thigh, but he made no move to touch himself and just leaned back against the tiles, arms crossed.
"Enjoying yourself?" Sage drawled, his voice rough from the heat.
Jake crookedly grinned at Sage, his green eyes glinting under the steam. "Always," he breathed, taking a deliberate step forward. His fingers trailed up Sage's slick chest before landing on one pec, calloused thumb flicking the nipple in a practiced motion that made Sage's breath hitch. Another step brought their bodies flush with Jake's half-hard cock nudging against Sage's thigh, their hips separated only by centimeters of humid air. Jake tilted his head up, lips parting.
A firm hand shoved against his chest, stopping him mid-lean. Sage's palm pressed over Jake's freckled sternum, fingers splayed wide enough to feel the rabbit-quick heartbeat beneath. Jake blinked, thrown off balance both physically and mentally, his smirk faltering for half a second before he forced it wider. "Problem?" he taunted, but his voice cracked on the word.
Sage's grip didn't waver. His dark eyes scanned Jake's face, lingering on the pink flush high on his cheeks, the swollen lower lip caught between his teeth. "I'm not gay, bro," Sage rumbled, low enough that the words barely carried over the shower spray. His thumb brushed absently over Jake's left nipple. "I was just horny earlier."
Behind them, water sluiced off Asher's shoulders as he leaned back against the tiles, arms crossed. His gaze burned where it tracked the tension between them, his own cock thickening visibly against his thigh.
Sage's palm stayed firm against Jake's chest until the ginger took a stumbling half-step back, the sudden loss of contact leaving his skin prickling. Water sluiced off Sage's golden shoulders as he stepped smoothly out of the shower spray, his movements deliberate despite the twitch of his half-hard cock against his thigh. He reached past Jake to twist the faucet shut with a decisive click, cutting off the flow of water mid-stream.
Jake stood frozen, water dripping from his chin onto his freckled chest, his fingers twitching at his sides. Behind them, Asher didn't move from his lean against the tiles, but his dark eyes tracked Sage's every motion.
Sage dragged a hand down his face, flicking water from his lashes before raking his fingers through damp brown hair. His smirk was lazy, the same one he'd worn after pinning opponents twice his size. "Boys," he drawled, voice rough and thoughtful, "this was... interesting." His knuckles brushed Jake's hipbone as he reached for his towel, the fleeting contact making Jake's breath hitch. "Can't say I didn't enjoy it." His gaze flicked between them, lingering on Asher's thick thighs, Jake's swollen lips. "Maybe I'll hit you guys up if the tap ever runs dry."
Sage dragged the towel roughly over his head, scrubbing at his dark hair until it stood in chaotic tufts, water droplets spraying across the shower tiles. He smirked as he draped the damp towel around his neck, letting it hang loose against his chest which glistened with beads of water that trailed down the dense ridges of his abs. His cock swung heavily between his thighs, half-hard even now, the flushed tip brushing against his inner thigh as he shifted his weight.
Jake’s throat went dry watching the way Sage’s muscles flexed, tracing the defined cut of his obliques and the way his shoulders rolled with effortless strength. Water sluiced down the tight curve of his ass, droplets clinging to the faint dusting of hair above his waistline before disappearing into the cleft. Sage caught him staring and shot him a lazy salute, two fingers tapping his temple in mock respect.
“Later boys,” he drawled, his voice rough with amusement. Then he turned on his heel, his muscled ass bouncing with every cocky stride as he pushed through the shower entrance, steam swirling in his wake.
Jake turned to Asher with a cheeky grin, water dripping from his tousled ginger hair onto his flushed shoulders. "Well," he drawled, thumb brushing his lower lip, "that was fun."
Asher exhaled through his nose, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he scrubbed a hand down his face. Water sluiced off his thick forearm. "Risky," he muttered, dark eyes flicking toward the locker room entrance where Sage had disappeared. His pecs flexed under the droplets still clinging to his olive skin.
Jake made a soft noise of disagreement, stepping closer until their bare chests nearly touched. His fingers trailed up Asher's dense torso, callouses catching on wet curls before palming the wrestler's massive pectorals. "Worth it," he murmured, kneading the firm muscle with deliberate pressure. His other hand slid lower, cupping the heavy weight of Asher's half-hard cock where it hung thick against his thigh. Asher's breath hitched audibly when Jake's thumb rubbed slow circles over the sensitive head.
"Fuck," Asher groaned, eyelids fluttering shut as Jake's clever fingers explored him, tracing the prominent veins along his shaft before cradling his balls with surprising gentleness. The contrast between Jake's rough wrestling hands and tender touch made Asher's thighs tremble. Steam curled around them, clinging to heated skin.
Jake leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Asher's ear. "So," he breathed, tongue darting out to lick a stray droplet from Asher's jaw, "wanna go for round two? Just us." His fingers tightened fractionally around Asher's girth, thumb swiping precum across the flushed tip.
Asher exhaled slowly through his nose, the steam from the shower curling around his face as he blinked the water from his lashes. But exhaustion weighed heavy on his bones, his muscles loose and spent in a way that had nothing to do with the heat of the water. "Nah," he murmured, catching Jake’s wrist gently before those clever fingers could coax another reaction from him. "I’m tapped out, dude." His voice was rough, sleep-soft and genuine in a way it rarely was. "There’s not a drop left in me."
Jake’s grin didn’t falter, but his fingers uncurled from Asher’s cock with a final, teasing brush. "Damn," he drawled, stepping back just enough to let the water sluice between them. His freckled shoulders flexed as he reached up to slick his hair back, the motion pulling the lean muscles of his torso taut. "You sure? Not even a little-"
Asher cut him off with a flat look, rolling his eyes before turning to shut off the spray. The sudden silence was punctuated only by the drip of water from the faucet and the distant hum of the dorm’s ancient plumbing. "I’m starving," he grunted, snagging his towel from the hook with more force than necessary. The fabric rasped against his damp skin as he dragged it over his chest, the rough texture grounding him in a way that Jake’s touch hadn’t. "Let’s clean out our lockers and grab a slice."
Jake’s grin widened, his green eyes glinting under the fluorescents. "Yeah," he agreed, tossing his own towel over one shoulder with deliberate nonchalance. "A slice would go hard."
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