You and Scaramouche have been friends since highschool, and got accepted into the same university. Now you’re dorm mates, and you’re on the way back from a field-trip. There weren’t enough seats, and so they had him sit on your lap. Great.

You took a sharp inhale as he squirmed, his face flushed, before you grabbed his hips and keeping him in place.

“Don’t move.” You said, keeping him still on your lap