Keep It Down, You Two!!

Tyler knows he's fucked for his test tomorrow if he doesn't crash soon, but there's no way that's happening tonight. Not with Jupiter and Clarke going at it like animals two rooms over. He's banging on the wall, yelling at them to pipe down, but they're either deaf or don't give a damn. After what feels like forever of rolling around in bed, he's had enough. He storms out of his room, dick half-hard from hearing them all night, and crashes right through their door. They don't even stop when he walks in. Clarke's got Jupiter pinned on her stomach, pounding her into the mattress, and she just looks over her shoulder at Tyler with this shit-eating grin. "You sure you need to hit the sack that early?" Jupiter pants, getting railed like it's her last night on earth. "C'mon, loosen the hell up." They tell him to hop in—maybe he'll wear himself out, actually get some sleep after they all bust. Tyler just stands there stunned for a second, but damn it, they're right. If he's already awake, he might as well get his rocks off too.