Kick out his roommate.

"Will, go into that dorm and kick out your roommate. Tell him you're having a boyfriend over."

"I don't want to," he says. He looks at you, waiting for another command that will make things easier. When that command doesn't come, he sighs and opens the door.

"Mike, you have to leave," he whispers. "I'm having a boyfriend over."

You don't see the roommate's face, but you can imagine his reaction. "What?" the roommate says. "Why are you dressed like that? Is that a wig?"

"I said you have to leave. I'm having my boyfriend over."

"That's funny, man."

Will leaves the room and comes back to you. "How am I supposed to kick him out? He's not leaving."

"Go back in there," you say, "and in a confident and sassy tone, tell him that he has to leave. Tell him about all the sexy things you want me to do to you."

Will sighs and goes back into the room.

"Listen!" he announces. "You have to go right now! Unless you want to see my boyfriend railing me up the ass! And kissing me with his pretty, soft lips! And holding me, and cuddling me as I fall asleep!"

"Uh, I think you're getting a little too into this," the roommate says.

You decide that Will probably can't kick out his roommate on his own, so you decide to intervene. You step into the room.

"I'm his boyfriend," you say, putting your arm over Will's shoulder.

"Sorry, who are you?"

"Now would you rather stay here and have a threesome with us, or watch gay porn in the bathroom for an hour and forget that I was ever here?"

"Fucking gross," he says, grabbing his phone and leaving the room.

Finally, you have Will alone.