Snowed in

The blizzard howled against Danny's bedroom window like some pissed-off ex demanding attention, rattling the glass in its frame.

Inside, the glow of his monitor cast blue shadows across his chest three empty energy drink cans and old crisp wrappers forming a sad little monument to poor life choices on his desk. His Zoom class droned on in the background, muted and minimized beneath three separate incognito tabs and the fourth round of pre-class stress relief already in progress.

Danny's fingers moved with the practiced laziness of someone who'd long since stopped pretending productivity mattered. His left hand absently scrolling Twitter, right hand working his half-hard dick. His professor's pixelated mouth kept moving on screen, oblivious to the fact that one of their students was currently multitasking between academic failure and yet another questionable orgasm.

On screen, the professor's mouth moved with increasing urgency, their cursor hovering over Danny's name in the participant list. A text from his friend reading "bro check ur mic" the message went entirely unnoticed as Danny was too busy chasing that sweet dopamine hit to care about whatever bullshit algebra problem was being presented.

A particularly enthusiastic performer onscreen gasped right as his professor finally unmuted him with an exasperated "Mr. Callahan, perhaps you'd like to share your solution with the class?"

Danny's entire body jerked like he'd been tasered, knees slamming against the underside of his desk hard enough to send a rogue energy drink can clattering to the floor. His left hand flew to his keyboard smacking Alt+Tab so violently his wrist popped, while his right never stopped moving, just slowed slowly massaging his cock under the desk.

He squinted at the algebra equation. "Uh. Yeah. Cool I can solve that" His voice cracked mid-syllable, pupils dilating as the porn continued playing in silence.

The professor's eyebrow arched so high it nearly merged with their hairline, waiting for a response. Danny cleared his throat with the dignity of a man currently palming his own erection, free hand scrolling frantically through chat logs for context. "So like, you would" His breath hitched as his thumb brushed his frenulum on an upstroke, hips twitching forward involuntarily. "the derivative's just, the slope, right? Of the, tangent line." He punctuated the last word with a shallow thrust into his own grip, his cock leaking pre cum.

The professor's silence stretched like a noose, their pixelated face twisting into something between academic disappointment and utter failure as a academic.

"That’s... not even remotely correct, Mr. Callahan." Their cursor hovered over the mute button with judicial finality before snapping back up. "Care to share with the class what exactly held your attention so raptly? Since clearly "their voice dripped with sarcasm "it wasn’t differential calculus."

Danny’s fingers twitched still moving, still stroking as his brain short-circuited between panic and the porn tab. His mouth opened then closed. "Uh, I was catching up on my biology work and a bit of my cardio." His hips gave an involuntary jerk, right thumb circling his tip coated in pre cum.

The professor pinched the bridge of their nose hard enough to leave red marks, exhaling through clenched teeth. "Mr. Callahan," they snapped, voice cracking like a whip, "while I'm sure your very passionate about your biology lectures, perhaps you could redirect that enthusiasm toward today's lesson?" Their cursor hovered over the mute button again, this time with lethal intent. "Differential equations won't solve themselves though clearly something else is occupying your hands."

Danny snorted, flicking his middle finger up at the minimised Zoom window before resuming his rhythm with renewed life. The porn tab's slick, wet sounds filled the room his hips lifting off the chair as he chased the ache building low in his gut. "Fuck your derivatives," he muttered, as his hand moved vigorously under the desk.

His toes curled against the carpet, eyes fluttering shut as he imagined the look on their face if they could see him now, lips parted around ragged breaths, completely unrepentant.