Take a shower

The water pressure in this lake house shower isn’t exactly the best ever, and it takes you longer than usual to wash and rinse your hair. You were really hoping to have some solo time to work off your lingering physical reaction that began with Dex’s kiss and failed to subside when you realized he was masturbating in the shower just after that kiss—but by the time you’re almost done getting clean, the hot water abruptly runs out and turns unerotically chilly.

So you stifle your irritation and get out of the shower. Well, depending on how long the guys take to iron out their thing… you might have some time.

You can hear the indistinct sound of distant conversation, but it's quiet enough that you really can't tell how it's going. Hard to say how long they’re going to take. Maybe they gave up before you even got out of the shower and any second Dex will march in here because it’s the bunkbed room that he’s sharing with you.

It’s a pickle, all right: unknown time constraint and a room that doesn’t lock. Maybe you’re better off not trying.

The bathroom has a lock. It’s also tiny and uncomfortable so you doubt you want to go try to jill off in that now-cold shower.

You could just… do it anyway and hope for the best. But also, so what, if one of them catches you getting off? It’s not like anything could make you feel more uncomfortably exposed than that quickly regretted, quickly withdrawn, kiss your best friend just gave you earlier. Ugh.

It’s not a cold day, but there’s something about having to stay in the cold shower long enough to finish rinsing off soap and conditioner that left you shivering now that you’re standing in the bunk room with the air conditioner running and making your nipples stand up. It must be a total myth about the cold shower, you think, because right now you feel like you would give literally anything for a warm, cuddly boy who loves you and wants to stick his cock inside you until something cool happens.

You tumble into your bunk with your hair wrapped in a towel because you don’t feel like finding a dryer, and crawl under the sheets, shivering a little until you lie there long enough to start warming the bed with your body heat. Scott and Dex are still talking quietly in the other room, but you're starting to get drowsy even though it's not dark yet. You could maybe get off, if you're quiet and pay attention to whether any sounds change. Or you could just take a nap and hope for some privacy later.