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Midnight Showers

GUYS I HATE MYSELF I AM SUPPOSE TO BE HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE, ITS LUNAR NEW YEAR FOR ME BUT NO, I SPENT 4 HOURS TYPING A STORY WOW

LOVE ME its like 2,400 words in word doc OMFG sex scene~ Lol i put effort into this T^T

Dedicated to RoughDraftHero also known as ArdeeH, as she had made me utterly fall in love with "Sympathy for the Devil" story T^T okay nvm just check her stories out all so awesome TTATT

enjoy!

----Midnight Showers-----------

After a tiresome day at school, and soccer training, Jacey was completely wiped out. The energy bar in his system beeped at a horribly low value. It was approaching 11.30 pm yet Jacey had the horrible chore of having to take his daily private shower at this atrocious timing. Everyone was already knocked out, snoring in bed and probably having wet dreams of hot gals. Ah. But this was the point where Jacey was different from the rest.

Jacey was gay, he wasn't interested in womanly parts, only stuff men had could arouse him. He thought he had kept this subtle, to himself, yet strangely one day, everything came raining down on him, and the entire soccer team began to avoid him. Even if Jacey was a pervert, he'd never do such low cheap stuff such as using his team mates as jerk off material. Maybe a certain someone was a exception. But setting that aside, Jacey knew he had to do something if not the team would definitely fall apart.

He sacrificed, he volunteered, and he opted out. He would shower only at night, when everyone in the dorm was asleep, no matter how sleepy, worn out, dirty, sweaty, disgusting, he was, he'd hold up till the night. So training resumed, the obvious avoiding from the boys in the locker rooms and shower areas were evident, but the team spirit in the game remained untainted.

Jacey signed loudly to himself, hearing his voice echo and bounce off the endless walls. He began stripping off the sweat-damped clothing that stuck into him like a stubborn piece of chewed bubblegum underneath a table. He shivered involuntarily when his skin made contact with the cold air of the empty deserted bathroom.

He turned on the shower at maximum, letting the warm water rejuvenate the sore muscles in his body, cleansing his greasy body. Two weeks into such a crazed sleeping schedule, his body clock was thoroughly screwed over, he had developed heavy eye bags beneath his eyes that made him look tired as hell. He was going to wake up 5 am tomorrow for soccer physical work outs again!

"Urgh! Unfair treatment just for my sexuality!?" He thought to himself angrily, punching the wall, bruising his knuckles. Jacey then slammed the tap shut, before grabbing his towel from the nearby rack, and proceeded to dry his damp hair. Letting the material drape over his head and cover his sight, away from the world and his stupid worries, he let his hands do the job. Water droplets fell from his naked glory, flowing downwards, obeying the laws of gravity, down his neck, collarbones, pecs, abs, perfectly defined v, thighs, calves, then reaching the cold tiled floor.

Out of the blue, a pair of strong sturdy arms made their way and snaked themselves across Jacey's slender body and abs. Jacey froze immediately, "Shit. Shit. Is it a rapist!? I can't even call for help when everyone is fucking sleeping! How the hell did he even get in here!" His mind went on overload as his body stood as still as a rock. His breath was held momentarily as he waited for something to happen.

"Jace-y~~ Showering so late at night? What if you get a cold..?" A sex, low taunting voice flowed through the air and entered his ears. Rae. His team oh so despicable team captain. Jacey let out a sigh of relief before proceeding back to wipe his hair, "let go, idiot. What are you doing. I'm going to scream rape soon if you don't" Jacey threatened with a trying-to-be-chill-and-joking but nervous tone.