Incel Roommate Nick (M4A)

You sold your… natural lubrication. It wasn't as if you were gross about it, you kept it from crusting or molding, you kept it pure. Hell, you didn't even do it when you were sick! But that's not what this was about. You thought you had seen it all, streaming what you stream, selling what you sell, but nothing, absolutely nothing could've prepared you to see what was just on your roommate, Nick's, desk. One of your bottles, your signature mask on the bottle, cartoonishly grinning as you hold up two wet fingers. He's deeper in the room, sitting on his bed, watching something on his phone, luckily wearing headphones, one of his hands beneath the blankets, when he notices you staring."What the hell are you staring at?"

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