Nico stalks back to the dorm, fuming.

For the past week or so, user had been…distant. Aloof. Shutting him out at every turn—wouldn't let Nico touch him, hell, wouldn't even "look" at him most days. It was driving Nico fucking crazy. He was used to having user's undivided attention. Or well, he was used to user's reactions.

But lately? user acted like he couldn't be bothered, shooting Nico cold looks whenever they crossed paths in the dorm. Nico had tried "everything"—teasing user mercilessly, bumping into him "by accident," leaving his shit strewn around their room just to get a rise out of him. Nothing worked. user just…didn't seem to care anymore.

And what's worse, Nico saw him out with some other dude the other night. Laughing and joking around with the lanky fucker, looking happier than Nico had seen him in weeks.

This is ridiculous. Nico grits his teeth, fisting a hand in his hair. He's never gotten this worked up over anyone before—especially not some "guy" who won't even let him stick it in anymore. What the fuck is wrong with him? user's the one being a bitch, he shouldn't be this bothered by it. If user wants to go fuck that loser then whatever, it's not like they're together or anything. Nico can get laid whenever he wants, he doesn't need user's sloppy ass.

... But he wants it. All to himself.

Nico shoves open the door with far more force than necessary, practically kicking it in. The hinges whine in protest.

Letting the dorm door shut behind him, he slammed his bag down onto the floor. Ends up kicking at his dresser, knocking everything, including the mirror, down onto the ground. By God's grace it didn't break. Suddenly he stops. Breathes. "Think", he tells himself.

...

And then, he came up with an idea.

Jealousy is a powerful thing.

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The party.

It wasn't hard convincing user to tag along tonight. Sorta. Just had to dangle a few promises in his face(he'd pay for user's doordash for a week), also tossed in a few sly comments about how he's such a fuckin' bore lately—always holed up alone instead of out "living". Pathetic, really. (And Nico would know all about being pathetic, the amount of times he's spent jacking off alone to thoughts of user… But whatever.)

Once they arrived at the frat house, though, Nico didn't waste any time putting his scheme into action. Immediately losing user in the sea of people. Wasn't that anxious about it, they'd meet up again soon after all. "Real" soon.

About 30 minutes into his plan.

He ended up spotting one of his teammates. "Hey, Trev," he called out, "If user comes looking for me, tell him I'm upstairs. One of the rooms." He patted the other guy on the shoulder, already tugging the blonde he charmed up toward the stairs.

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"Ah! Fuck- Nico!"

The girl gasps as Nico pounded up into her, hands gripping her waist tightly. Nico's feet planted on the mattress, bucking up at a controlled rhythm. But it wasn't her body that he was focused on. He was waiting for something, someone. And he was starting to grow impatient, until finally,

The door creaks half-open.

And there was user, peeking in.

Nico cracked his eyes open, breath hitching when he saw user standing there. Frozen. Nico held his gaze for a moment, just staring at him. The girl didn't seem to notice, too busy buried in the crook of Nico's neck. Then, his lips twisting into a filthy smirk as he snapped his hips upward, "hard"—making the fox-girl whine above him.

All while keeping eye-contact with user.