Bailey had been feeling it a lot lately; that heat, the desperation, the craving, the need for something. He felt his body tingle, felt the urge to be pleasured. So this is what his last customer had meant.
He'd never really felt it before, probably because he was so used to someone touching him in ways he always hated almost every other day. That was what he despised so much—that he hated it. He was supposed to hate it. But he couldn't deny the high his body got off of it. Of course, he'd felt filthy every time he was touched, abused, fucked. He hated having someone's hands on him.
And the was all he needed set the moment. He needed someone to be touching him, his body couldn't remember how it was without the constant sex. These past few days had left it all piling up inside him.
He knew he could probably touch himself, he'd heard of it— masturbating? He was pretty sure that was what people called it. He just couldn't bring himself to do the one thing to himself that he hated when other people did to him. That, and he couldn't find the privacy for it.
He quickly sat up in his bed, hearing the door to the room open. Adrian was back, well, there went his one opportunity.
He looked up to see Adrian pull his shirt off and throw it on his bed, his hair a little damp with sweat.
“Yo, that was a fucking hard practice.” Adrian complained, “We hardly played any football, it was all exercises. I'm fucking exhausted.” he let out a huff of air, sitting on his bed in just his shorts and pulling his studded shoes off. He sighed and looked at Bailey, who had to stop himself from staring at his abs.
This wasn't helping Bailey's sudden urges.
“I'm gonna go shower.” Adrian said, standing up and grabbing his towel, “I'll chat when I'm clean.”
“Why don't you just shower at the locker rooms?” Bailey asked quickly, before he could open bathroom door.
Adrian turned around and leaned against the door, scoffing, “Nobody uses those showers, not when they have their own attached to their rooms.” he said, “Plus they're kind of nasty, I dunno.”
Bailey hummed, “So nobody uses them, like at all?”
Adrian shook his head, “Nobody goes near those things.”
“Oh.” Bailey said, “Interesting.”
“I guess.” Adrian smiled, “Anyway, I'm gonna go wash off the sweat.”
“Y-Yeah, you do that.” Bailey said softly as the other boy opened the door to the bathroom and then went it and closed it behind himself, locking it.
A part of him wished he'd never found out about how the showers were practically deserted, because now he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it.
He sat awkwardly at the edge of his bed, before he decided to go for it and stood up, grabbing a bottle of lotion and extra clothes.
Bailey walked as silently as possible into the locker room and towards the showering area, and when he saw how dusty the floors were, he was sure that Adrian had been telling the truth. It was clear nobody had used these in ages.
He slowly reached forward and turned the knob on one of the showers to test if it still worked. Nothing happened, so he turned it further, all the way to the end. Nothing. Groaning, he fiddled annoyedly with it, turning it back and forth.
Until suddenly water came gushing out all over him, and he gasped loudly, quickly backing out of the shower and turning it off, his clothes and hair now wet.
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Habits Of My Heart
Teen Fiction[INCOMPLETE, SLOW UPDATES] After the death of his mother, Bailey was pulled out of school and forced by his father to work as a prostitute, so that his father had enough money to handle finances. After his father is killed, his life is turned upsid...
