Sam almost gags in disgust at the smell that violates his nostrils when he opens the door to his dorm room, the stink of stale sweat, alcohol and sex accumulating in the cramped space, as if the natural stench of two guys sharing one room already wasn't enough. It doesn't take a genius to guess what happened here last night, and the sight before him only confirms it.

His jaw clenches involuntarily as his eyes land on his roommate's bed before he can stop himself, quickly averting his gaze, the crumpled bedsheets messily strewn across two very clearly naked bodies making his heart rate spike up. He tries his best to ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest, the way his lungs seem to constrict whenever he sees you with him, whenever he's reminded that his fucking A-grade-dumb-jock moron of a roommate gets to fuck you whenever he pleases while Sam is sentenced to just... be there and watch it happen from the sidelines.

He closes the door, uncontrollable anger creeping up on him, the whole room nearly shaking with the force of the slam. He can hear the way you both stir awake in shock, the bed creaking as you groggily move around. Sam watches the floor instead, mindful of his step not to trip over the piles of empty beer bottles and dirty underwear he's certain is not his.

"Fuck! Goddamnit," his roommate curses when he checks the time. Sam only rolls his eyes in resentment. "I'm gonna be late for class," he grumbles, and Sam watches with a stone-cold expression on his face as he quickly puts on his clothes, storming out of the room without even sparing you a single glance.