"And done!" Marco said. "How do you like it?"

"It's actually really good!" Luca said. "No wonder they call you a romantic expert!"

Marco pulled Luca close, running his fingers up Luca's shirt. "Don't be too modest, Luca," he said.

Luca pushed his roommate away. "Hey, get away from me!" he said. "You don't get to touch me like that!"

"Alberto isn't here, is he?" Marco said seductively.

Luca gulped. "No," he whispered.

"Then, don't be shy about a little sexual play," Marco said.

"Marco, please!" Luca cried. "Stop! I don't like it when you squeeze my nipples! It hurts!"

"Fine, fine," Marco said, backing away and running into his own bed. "Be a party pooper. I don't give a damn."

"Why do you think that you can sexually abuse me just because I'm your roommate? Why do you think you can do it when I have a boyfriend of my own?"

"Oh, please, Luca. You haven't even asked him out yet," Marco said. "You certainly are a pussy."

"I'm not, Marco!" Luca shouted. "Just quit it, OK? I never should've been your friend in the first place! You are toxic and I don't want toxic people in my life!"

He stormed to his side of the room, angrily pulling the covers over his head as he fell asleep. He was done with Marco D'Angelo being a perverted asshole, and just hoped he would sleep in peace without having to worry about the chance of being raped by a boy his own age.