Disclaimer: I own nothing that is the Harry Potter canon. J.K. Rowling is an excellent woman to give myself the characters to play with, and will return when done. I only own the plot, and nothing else.
Being in the showers, Oliver enjoyed the time when he was able to be to himself and just think. He started to replay the game he had just played in his mind, and then went back to when Cedric flew right into him. He then began to reminisce of what occurred, how they fell to the pitch, and that moment when Cedric gazed into Oliver's eyes, how their skin-to-skin contact made him tingle for that moment. He found the situation odd, the fact he had never felt that immediate reaction with anyone. Even more odd, it was with a male. Oliver had obviously had his fair share of encounters with the opposite sex, but even thinking of his past, his body had never reacted that way from just the slightest touch. He decided to try and push it to the back of his mind, even though when he closed his eyes, he could see the grey warmth that was Cedric's eyes in that moment.
Even with all the reassurances from his team that if it weren't for him they wouldn't have had a chance against Gryffindor, Cedric couldn't shake his feeling of guilt. He had the Golden Snitch within grasp, and was not aware of his surroundings. He had to fly right into the other team's Keeper when he was so close! A win over Gryffindor would have proved all the hard work he put upon his team paid off. He just needed to hit the showers and try to let the water ease his guilt and soreness away.
Once the water hit him, he instantly felt a bit of relief. He began to wash away at his skin; he definitely had worked up a sweat from the extremely long match. He moved to his shoulders and then his mind triggered to what happened once he had collided with the Captain of Gryffindor. His mind went to how scared he was as they were falling, and how he gripped onto the said Gryffindor for dear life as they fell. He also thought of when their speed towards the earth slowed down, and how he hadn't moved one bit. He thought how safe he felt in that moment, knowing that Oliver had caused the safety. The way his arm held onto him protectively, and the tingle he had felt when his fingertips had moved over the other Seeker's skin beneath his robes.
Cedric had been going back and forth about his sexual preference. He had experience with a few women, but it never truly led anywhere. He found the women he had dated attractive, but there wasn't a passion, or connection that he was really looking for. That moment when he brought his eyes to Oliver's, he can't deny he felt something. Then he felt a pang of sadness, realizing he was thinking of Oliver Wood here, the image of manliness. The Scottish Gryffindor that was the ideal of any woman's dream man. He chuckled to himself, he was sure many female spectators who watched them falling to the ground would have performed Avarda Kadavra just to switch spots with him, possible there were plenty of wizards that would have done the same.
He still couldn't shake how he felt in that moment they shared. He realized he really didn't know the Gryffindor Seeker all that well. What did he know of Wood's sexual preferences? But really, he didn't know of his very well either. He hadn't experienced the same sex yet, but was hoping to eventually figure out where his preference lied. Cedric was a wizard who wanted to be sure of whom he was before he would embark into someone else's life. Fortunately he grew up in an open-minded environment, and knew that no matter what he would find love and support with his family.
He just sighed, and continued with his shower. He hoped he would get the opportunity to get to know the Gryffindor Captain. He knew this was his last year at Hogwarts, and he decided he needed to make some new friends outside of his own house. Cedric thought to himself that he might receive some concern from his house and confusion of other houses if he were seen trying to make friendly with the Gryffindor house. Oh well, Cedric was known for interhouse mingling anyways, he had dated Cho Chang. He still had friends from Ravenclaw from their relationship, so why not? He smiled to himself, thinking of the prospect of befriending the rouge Scottish Keeper.