"Um."

Because of course Chazz picks the moment Jesse's just started to get a nice rhythm going to start asking questions. Oh, but it's been a long day and he is so hard, the feel of his own hand wrapped around his aching cock enough to make him moan despite the fact he's fighting to keep himself quiet and answer Chazz's god damn inquiry all at the same time.

"The hell do you do when you get a moment alone in the shower room, Princeton?"

He can't stop though, that's the problem. The sound of Chazz's gravelly voice is actually just making him harder still, making him stroke himself that much faster. Even worse, now he's got all kinds of mental images flooding his mind of what else Chazz might be doing with that mouth of his if he weren't asking stupid fucking questions... if he he were on his knees instead and--

"Ah!"

Jesse tries to bite his lip to keep the sounds from escaping him, but to no avail. He's not going to be able to control his soft gasps or his indelicate, ill-advised words at this point.

"Right about now's when you either decide to come over here and lend me a dang hand or get the hell out and give me some privacy, already."