The door creaked open. I stepped in, tired after a stressful day at work.

The living room was dimly lit, the glow of the television casting eerie shadows across the room. My eyes adjusted to the light, and that's when I saw him—my roommate, Jake, sprawled on the sofa, his hand moving rapidly beneath the blanket that covered his lap.

My sudden appearance seemed to startle him.

His body tensed, and he quickly tried to cover himself, fumbling with the zipper of his pants as he turned off the TV. The room fell into an awkward silence.

"Hey," I said, my voice surprisingly calm, "It's all chill."

I walked over to the couch, flopping down beside him. Without saying another word, I reached over and pressed Power on the remote, the sounds of moans and slapping flesh filling the air once more.

Jake looked at me, his face a mix of embarrassment and confusion. "What are you doing?" he stammered, his hands still awkwardly hovering near his crotch.

"We're just gonna jerk off together," I replied matter-of-factly, undoing my belt and sliding my pants down just enough to free myself. "I need this after today. I had a terrible day at work."

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded, his cheeks flushing red. He shifted on the couch, adjusting himself under the blanket, and I could see his hand start to move again, matching the rhythm of the video.

I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment to focus on the sensations. The soft fabric of the couch beneath me, the warm air circulating around us, and the explicit sounds from the TV were strangely comforting. I began to stroke myself, slowly at first, feeling the tension from the day start to melt away.

"You okay?" I asked, peeking over at Jake. He was staring intently at the screen, his movements becoming more confident.

"Yeah, just... didn't expect this," he admitted, his voice low.

"Why not? It's natural," I shrugged, increasing my pace a bit. The sight on the screen had switched to a woman riding a man in cowgirl position, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust. I watched her, imagining myself in that position, feeling the heat between my legs intensify.

Jake cleared his throat, breaking my reverie. "So, what happened at work?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

"Long story short, boss was being a dick," I sighed, focusing back on my own hand. "Ended up staying late, dealing with some bullshit project that should've been done weeks ago."

"Sounds rough," Jake sympathized, his hand now moving in sync with mine, our speeds matched by the intensity of the scene unfolding on the TV.

The video transitioned to the doggy style position, the man behind the woman pounding into her relentlessly. The camera zoomed in on her face, contorted in pleasure, and I found myself mimicking her movements, arching my back slightly as I stroked faster.

"Fuck," Jake muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on the screen. I glanced over, catching a glimpse of his flushed face and the way his jaw clenched with each movement.

"You close?" I asked, my own breath starting to quicken.

"Yeah, almost there," he panted, his hand now a blur.

I felt the pressure building inside me too, the familiar tingling sensation spreading through my body. I stared at the TV, watching the couple reach their climax, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace.

"Shit, here it comes," I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily as I came, my release splattering onto my stomach. Jake followed soon after, his body shuddering as he spilled out onto himself, his breaths coming in short gasps...