He used to shower after. Football, after all, is an exhausting sport, and Jake was sweating by the time the team was done. He showered afterward, but driving home meant wind and smog and dust in the air making his wet skin feel dirty again. So he just waited. Jake would come home, sweat-dampened and shower-bound, and he found that he liked this way more. Jack would find him when he walked in the door, drawn to the shine on Jake's forehead and the loose, tired way that he moved. "Poor baby," he would tease, and feel for Jake's flies. "Just you relax now." Jack liked the taste of Jake's sweat, and Jake liked the feel of Jack's mouth. Jack liked the taste when Jake jerked and gasped and Jake was spent in a different way than practise made him.
Jake liked to shower. Because after the practise, after the blowjob (though Jack made sure Jake wasn't sticky from that), Jake needed the shower more than ever, was coated with a light sweat that reminded Avery of sex when Jake walked past their door. And Avery woud follow Jake into the shower. He should have been too tired, but somehow Jake always had enough energy to fuck Avery then. Fast, and they would collapse into each other and Jake would be more winded than running laps could ever make him. Slowly, and Avery would restore Jake to life with his low moans and quiet I love yous. If Jake sweat then, the shower sprayed it away, and if he'd lost the practise match, he'd still won something so much better. Jake used to shower after practise. But now he knows he much prefers company.