They finished in a comfortable silence, the earlier exhaustion replaced by a lingering warmth that had nothing to do with the water temperature. As they shut off the taps and reached for their towels, the air felt lighter. They walked out of the steam not just as teammates, but as something closer, something forged in the heat and the quiet moments in between.
Dom reached for the soap, his movements slow. "Tough day," he said, his voice losing its teasing edge as he passed the bar to Zayn. "That hit you took in the second quarter looked rough, Z." Zayn Dom and Troytempts shower together and fee...