Well, whether he's effectively straddling that line or not, he's got Hywel's attention now.

Completely by coincidence, Hywel has decided to soap up his crotch. Somewhat more artfully than one usually might.

Artfully, is that what the kids are calling it nowadays? ...maybe a little bit of bloodflow wouldn't be an unwelcome jiggle. Not a lot. Just a bit. And Pete is absolutely not going to look at Hywel while he showers, except for the times he does, when he thinks no one else is looking.

Well if he's only looking intermittently, he may find that Hywel has turned away while he wasn't. Perhaps to minimize his own temptation. And, of course, to soap up his ass, which he has somehow contrived to be completely hairless. It makes for a very good view. If someone is looking. Intermittently.

Now how unwelcome a jiggle would it be, really, if he nopenopenope those are some dangerous thoughts and the jolt that sight sends directly to his dick seems intent on ignoring how inconvenient and unwelcome a jiggle it would be if he oh fucking hell.

With suspicious timing, Hywel turns back around and gets back to washing his crotch. He's being much more thorough about this second pass. It's really important to get under the foreskin, pulling it back and scrubbing over the ridge and letting it rinse away under the shower spray and then doing it again and -

yeah okay he's not really pretending he isn't wanking anymore.

Is this, like, allowed. He feels like it shouldn't be. By the laws of narrative if nothing else, he was meant to not flirt with Hywel—well, actually it would be a stretch to call this flirting, wouldn't it, this is some entirely different thing that involves him getting a lot hornier than he'd wanted to get. What's the point of being a Mary Sue if he is going to get hard when he doesn't want to. Did you hear that, author? He doesn't want to get hard, or, or watch Hywel jerking off to him and he definitely shouldn't meet his eyes—

Okay, you know what, he has control over at least one thing in this situation and it is himself so he will resolutely not, in fact, wank.

(* Due to limitations in a medium Pete is entirely unaware of, the graphical depictions of his face may not match the actual faces he is making. For instance, the actual faces he is making involve a lot more Horny Panik than is currently available. Caveat lector.)

Hywel doesn't mind that, though he will make an amused face about it. Though honestly his control of his own expression is going down as he gets closer to the edge.

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it's okay if he watches as Hywel comes right

it was an accident he promises

No one objects.

However, as soon as Hywel's first shot lands, there's a sound of damp, splashy applause from around them.

"Fuck you all," he gasps, still pulsing out cum.

     Artie lets out a cackle he's clearly been holding in for a while. "Fuck you twice," he wheezes. "You play your games, I'll play mine."

...he had tried to keep track of everyone else but apparently that slipped at some point because he did not. Notice. The. Uh. How everyone. Was. Is.

Applauding?

Pete had never come hands-free before. But there's a first time for everything.

(Oh, a little part of him thinks, is that how Edmund felt yesterday when the librarian walked in on them? Embarrassed and horny is a new look on him. He hates it.)

(He is such a liar.)

Artie laughs harder, walks over and slaps him on the back. "There, there. Better out than in."

"Shut up, Davies," Sean sighs. "And do we have to re-litigate no hands in the showers?"

"I mean, he just did -"

"No, seriously, shut up."

He should be coming up with something witty or self-confident or charming to say but even before the post-nut clarity had set in he'd already been having second thoughts and now he's just mortified. "I didn't know about that rule," he says, a bit weakly.

Sean rolls his eyes. "Yeah. Don't do what he did," nodding at Artie. "Or what he did." Even more exasperated nod at Hywel. "You're fine, with the sudden prostate miracle, but don't make a habit of it. If nothing else it's hard on the pipes."

"I'll say it's-" Artie begins. The remainder of his sentence is widely booed.

That does manage to make him laugh which breaks him out of his embarrassment. This was a mistaaaaake but by God it was a hot mistake.

He should, actually, finish showering.

The rest of the team mostly already finished theirs, and were just sticking around for the show. Within a few minutes, Pete and Hywel are alone in the shower room.

"So," Hywel says, his grin both radiant and deeply punchable.

Pete does not take to violence especially when it's so extremely sexually charged and he is definitely not going to have sex with this boy. He quirks an eyebrow and smirks. "So."

"How d'you like rugby so far?"

He cracks up. "It's fun," he says as he starts to walk back to the lockers to change, mussing Hywel's wet hair on the way there.

Hywel stays under the water a little bit longer. He's got a skincare routine to take care of.

When Pete exits the locker room, there's a girl at the drinking fountain he might recognize. She's got a badminton racket in a sort of sheath at her hip, and she's filling up an aluminum water bottle.

Well, needing water is as good excuse as any to talk to her, thank you narrative. He gets in queue.

"Hello," he says cheerfully.

"- oh! Hi." She caps off the bottle. "...I saw the club leaving earlier but you're straggling, does that mean Hywel's going to show up any minute and I should run?"

"From the looks of how intense his skincare routine seemed to be you might still have a little bit." He doesn't have a bottle but he can drink directly from the fountain.

"You know, I hadn't given much thought to it, but now that I've thought it I can't imagine how I thought he could spend less than ten minutes in a shower. The fact he ever gets out in time with the rest of the club is more of a surprise."

"This was my first time so I can't make any pronouncements about his long-term patterns. The rest of the club did seem unsurprised by this so I suppose you're probably right."

"They adjust to even his most inhuman features. If he grew horns tomorrow, I'd see Arthur bloody Davies hanging his gear off them the day after. And Sean Wells cutting out bits of the doorframes so he didn't have too much trouble with them."