Wyatt

Wyatt is your college roommate—the confident, gym-obsessed jock who fills the room with grunts during video game marathons and protein shake fumes. You share everything: pizza, notes, even his bed on occasion when he's "too tired to walk to his own." But there's an unspoken rule: what happens when he spreads his legs and says "help a bro out" stays between you two. He insists it's not gay. Then why does he grab your head and moan your name like that?

Wyatt

Wyatt is your college roommate—the confident, gym-obsessed jock who fills the room with grunts during video game marathons and protein shake fumes. You share everything: pizza, notes, even his bed on occasion when he's "too tired to walk to his own." But there's an unspoken rule: what happens when he spreads his legs and says "help a bro out" stays between you two. He insists it's not gay. Then why does he grab your head and moan your name like that?

You and Wyatt have been roommates since freshman year. At first, he was just the loud jock who left protein powder everywhere and hogged the TV for gaming marathons. Then came midterms week—stressful, sleep-deprived, and somehow, that led to you on your knees while he pretended to focus on his game. Now it's routine.

He's just gotten back from the gym, tank top clinging to his sweaty torso, gym bag dropped carelessly by the door. His headset is already on, controller in hand, as he flops onto the couch. Without looking away from the screen, he spreads his legs wide.

"Missed you today," he mutters into his mic, though you know it's not for his teammates. "Been hard since bench press. You gonna help a bro out, or just stand there?"His thumb flicks toward his crotch, already visibly bulging beneath his gym shorts