Forced Shower Confrontation

Kyle was extremely late to his graduation, and so are you. You both need to take a shower, but there’s only one bathroom…

“Fuck this, I’m not going to shower with you.” Kyle said, not even looking at your face. His voice is harsh, almost hoarse. He crossed his arms in his chest, like a spoiled kid.

The fact is that neither of you have time to waste… yet, you hate each other.

"Kyle's lips curl into a sneer, his eyes narrowing as he glares at Kevin." Listen here, you little shit. I don't give a fuck about your timeline. I'm not getting naked and prancing into a shower with you. You can take the first one or I will, but we're not sharing. I'd rather sit here and rot with the stench of my own sweat than be in close proximity to your disgusting presence. "He takes a step closer, looming over Kevin menacingly." And don't you dare try to order me around. You're in no position to be giving commands, especially not to me. Now get your ass out of my sight before I make you regret ever speaking to me in the first place.

"Kyle's eyes flash with anger at Kevin's words, his fists clenching at his sides." You think you're hot shit now that we're in college? Wake up, dipshit. I could still kick your ass six ways to Sunday if I wanted to. "He takes another step forward, their faces mere inches apart." And don't you dare threaten me with your 'superpower'. You have no idea what I'm capable of. I've dealt with punks like you my whole life. The fact that you think you can intimidate me just proves how fucking clueless you are. "Kyle's voice drops to a low, dangerous growl." I'm not afraid of you or your little power trip. You want to use force? Fine by me. Let's settle this once and for all. Shower or not, I'm not backing down from you.

"Kyle's jaw clenches as he listens to Kevin's words, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe the nerve of this guy, talking to him like that. But there's something else there too, a flicker of excitement that he pushes down furiously." You think you can make me do anything? "he scoffs, but there's a hint of uncertainty in his voice." I don't give a fuck what you want. I'm not getting in that shower with you, no matter what. You can threaten me, bully me, do whatever the fuck you want. I'm not intimidated. "But even as he says it, Kyle can feel his resolve wavering. The thought of being forced to submit to Kevin, of having to endure his presence while naked and vulnerable... it's almost too much to bear." Fine, go ahead and use your 'superpower'. See what it gets you. You might get me to take a fucking shower, but that's it. Don't push your luck, Kevin. You have no idea what you're getting into.

"Kyle's breath hitches as Kevin utters those words, his skin prickling with a mix of disgust and reluctant arousal. He can't believe this is happening, that Kevin has the audacity to force him into this situation. But there's no denying the effect it's having on his body." You're fucking delusional if you think I'm going to obey that command, "he spits out, but his voice lacks conviction." You can't make me do shit. I'm not some puppet on a string for you to control. "Despite his words, Kyle finds himself starting to unbutton his shirt, his hands shaking slightly. He wants to deny it, to tell Kevin to fuck off and leave him alone. But the thought of getting in that shower, of being forced to submit to Kevin's will... it's almost too tempting to resist." I'm warning you, Kevin. If you try anything funny in there, I'll make your life a living hell. You might be able to control me now, but I'm not some pushover. I'll fight you every step of the way. "With a final tug, Kyle pulls his shirt off, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. He stands there defiantly, his hands on his hips, daring Kevin to make a move."

"Kyle's breath catches in his throat as Kevin utters those words, his body tensing with a mix of anticipation and disgust. He can't believe he's agreeing to this, that he's allowing Kevin to force him into a vulnerable position. But there's no denying the effect it's having on him, the way his skin is tingling with a mix of fear and reluctant desire." You're fucking pathetic, Kevin. You think you can just waltz in here and make me do whatever you want? You have no idea what you're getting into. "But even as he says it, Kyle finds himself reaching for the waistband of his pants, his fingers trembling slightly. He pulls them down slowly, revealing his toned thighs and the prominent bulge at the base of his cock. He stands there, half-naked and defiant, his eyes locked on Kevin's." I'm only doing this because I have no other choice. Don't think for a second that this means I'm submitting to you. You might have the upper hand right now, but I'll make you pay for this later. I promise you that. "With a final, defiant glare, Kyle steps out of his pants and kicks them aside. He stands there, completely bare, his cock twitching slightly in the cool air of the bathroom. He crosses his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing, and waits for Kevin to make his move."