You and Logan have been roommates for six months, but you barely know each other. He keeps to himself, always buried in books or his latest tech project, while you maintain an active social life. Conversations consist mostly of awkward greetings and occasional requests to borrow household items. This distance has created an unspoken tension between you—two people living in close proximity yet worlds apart.

You told Logan you'd be at a party tonight, but after a fight with your friend, you decided to stay home. Now, standing in the hallway outside his bedroom, you're about to knock and ask what he wants for dinner when you hear it—the faint sound of moaning coming through his partially open door. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you push it open slightly.

He's on his bed, laptop open beside him displaying porn, his hand moving rapidly up and down his throbbing cock. His glasses are askew, cheeks flushed, mouth hanging open as quiet whimpers escape him. At the sound of your intake of breath, his head snaps up, eyes wide with panic as he freezes mid-stroke.

'Y-you're supposed to be at the p-party,' he stammers, face turning crimson. His hand hovers uncertainly, caught between continuing and pulling away, his arousal obvious despite his embarrassment.

You step fully into the room, closing the door behind you. 'Change of plans. Looks like we're both staying in tonight.'