Bryson's POV
I kiss Julian back with just as much frustration, maybe more. All the tension from the game, from losing, from weeks of dancing around each other - it all pours into this moment.
His hands grip my waist, fingers digging into my skin. It hurts, but I don't care. I pull him closer, our wet bodies pressed together under the shower's spray.
When his hand wraps around me, I gasp in his mouth. He swallows the sound, kissing me deeper while stroking firmly.
I return the favor, my hand finding his already hard d**k. He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating between us as we're locked in.
We jerk each other off while kissing, the water making everything slick and heated. It's hot and rough; nothing about it seems gentle. Just two people finally giving in to some
