Elliot ditched his jock reputation after high school. He happily traded his cleats and shoulder pads for college cafeteria food and seminars notes. Now, without the distraction of football, he has managed to find success at the University of Minneso...
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The shower drain collected gray-toned water as Elliot washed Pierce's scalp. The hockey player stood hunched, letting Elliot sift a few fingers through his soaked hair. He gave special attention to the nape of his neck, craning Pierce's body to ensure all the paint was rinsed out. The scent of minty-lime soap filled the steamy space. They had practically emptied the whole shampoo bottle, but Pierce didn't care. He hummed in delight as Elliot continued the head massage.
The dormitory bathroom was vacant. Blue tiled walls amplified the stream of the overhead spout, making every splash and spurt echo. Elliot didn't even know how long they had been canoodling in the shower. They had trekked back to Pierce's residence hall after cleaning the mess they had made in the art studio. On route, their paint-coated bodies were blasted by hefty gusts of freezing air. By the time they had entered the building, Elliot was craving the combination of hot water, fresh suds, and Pierce's wide hands.
Pierce lifted his head to meet Elliot's gaze. He murmured, "Your turn."
Water dewed Pierce's lashes, accenting his honeyed eyes. The sweetness practically made Elliot's teeth hurt, as if he needed a bite.
"I'm already clean," he replied, keeping his breathing well-paced.
Pierce's smirk made Elliot's stomach churn as he said, "I know."
