Thumping his head back against the wall a few times, Hayden squeezed his cock harder, gasped, and came. He shoved the wrist of his other arm against his mouth to muffle his shout. He wasn’t sure where in the house Neal was, and the last thing he wanted was to be overheard.
It took a few minutes before Hayden was able to do more than stand there, stroking his fingers over his softened cock. He straightened, testing to see if his legs would support him. There was still plenty of hot water streaming out of the showerhead. Finally, reluctantly because he didn’t want to leave its warmth, Hayden turned off the water. He grabbed one of the thick, soft green towels, dried off, then wrapped it around himself. Not sure what to do with his soaked clothes, Hayden settled on hanging them over the top of the shower door.