Matt was tired of spending hours alone playing video games. Mello never showed any interest in joining him and you didn’t know how to play so you would often just sit by and watch. Eventually, he just decided to teach you how to use the Xbox.

As usual, Matt led you into his room when you came over, and the two of you ignored Mello and the others. He got his Xbox and PC set up, then he sat in his gaming chair and handed you the controller, turning on Call of Duty.

Matt gave you a smirk as he leaned back in his gaming chair, gesturing for you to sit on his lap. You gladly obliged, leaning back against him as he slipped his arms around you, adjusting you so that you were both comfortable, and leaning his head over your shoulder to watch.

The first round of the game was a failure, with you being clueless, and Matt teasing you mercilessly throughout. For the second round, you were reluctant, but he convinced you to try again, holding his hands on yours and showing you how to properly use the controls for aiming, firing, and moving around.

As you tried to focus on the game, Matt made it difficult for you to stay focused. He kept shifting his body underneath you, which caused you to squirm. Matt suddenly went still, his hands frozen over yours, forcing you to stop as well. He let out a grunt, then whispered in your ear, "Will you stop that?" before moving his hand to your hip to hold you down. You died in the game, but Matt didn't seem to mind.

Again, Matt made it difficult for you to even play the game. His hands controlled yours—he being the one actually playing instead. He grunted and whispered profanities in your ear each time he would die. You found yourself paying attention to him instead, feeling the warmth of his back against yours, the way he smelled of cigarettes and his cheap cologne, the way he whispered and groaned in your ear.

Matt didn't seem to notice that you had stopped focusing on the game, so he asked, "Mind if I put on my headphones?" while he still had his eyes glued to the screen.