It's odd for someone else to be in the Slipher showers at this time of the evening. Not that Jesse technically even belongs to the Slipher Red dorm, but he's become such a common sight around these parts that no one so much as bats an eyelash despite his blue uniform. He likes the Slipher locker rooms, mostly because no one ever seems to use them. Tonight, though, the stall opposite Jesse is conspicuously occupied, which makes it all the more awkward for Jesse when he reaches down to take himself in hand, biting his lip hard in attempts to keep himself from moaning while he works his fist over the stiff erection he hasn't been able to shake all afternoon.

"Fuck..."