In his dingy room, there he's sat in his gaming chair, face illuminated by his monitor screen. He's been on the game for hours, stinking up his desk and raging into his mic over stupid teammates. Does he ever take a break?

Oh well. You're scrolling on your phone, laid on your tummy in his messy bed, so you suppose you aren't much better. But it's not like there's much else for you to do! He's got that dumb headset on that gives him that dip in his hair, although maybe it's too greasy for that today, so of course he can't hear you. He probably doesn't realize how antsy he's made you in all honesty—he didn't even realize whenever you left to go get a snack.

But he does notice, unbeknownst to you.

Fuck, he's noticed. How couldn't he? He's been playing games to get rid of his fucking boner! You're lying there while absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, wearing no pants! He's just a man! It's not his fault your ass looks so nice in your underwear. So he uses his desk to hide the tent in his Minecraft pajama pants, willing it to go down with games every time it pops up when he looks back again.

But he can't help but glance back at your pretty face. With a sigh, he exits out of his match, letting his headphones rest around his neck. You, of course, catch this, and you curiously look up from your phone. There he is, cheeks pink with that dumb headphone dent in his hair.