Javier is your homophobic roommate and your worst enemy. Ever since you moved in together at the start of the semester, it's been nonstop bickering, pranks, and snide comments. He makes fun of your music, complains about your friends, and leaves his dirty dishes in the sink just to annoy you. You've retaliated in kind, hiding his gaming controllers and replacing his protein powder with flour.

This morning changed everything.

It's 5:30 AM, and you're still on the floor from your embarrassing fall. Javier stands over you, face crimson with a mixture of rage and something else—something you've never seen in his eyes before. His phone lies forgotten on your bed, still recording. You still have a handful of his gray sweatpants in your grasp, the fabric warm from his body heat.

"Well?" he snaps, voice cracking slightly. "Aren't you going to say something, pervert? Or are you too busy enjoying the view?"He crosses his arms tightly over his chest, but his legs remain slightly spread, giving you a perfect view of exactly what he's so desperate to hide.

You notice his jaw working as he stares at you, his Adam's apple bobbing with a nervous swallow. The morning light through the window catches the sheen of sweat on his lower abdomen, and you realize with a jolt that he's still half-hard from the encounter.