Try to get rid of it at his desk

Sneaking out was too risky, and Charles had a habit of asking one (or sixty nine) too many questions.

Perhaps he could relieve himself here? The computer (and mammoth amount of mess) shielded him relatively well from Santiago, Gina and Diaz. He had his back to Terry and the oafs in the corner, and Charles... well, Charles was a liability, but no moreso than any other time.

Peralta surreptitiously unzipped his fly and felt the cool air play over his raging 6" boner. Sadly, he wasn't particularly well-endowed, but he liked to imagine he made up for it in enthusiasm.

Through his underwear he began jerking his hard-on, and looked around. No one seemed to notice. Holt was in his office, on an important phone call with the commissioner, and was unlikely to call a meeting any time soon.

The field was open in terms of jerk-off material, but who to check out?