Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Peralta was horny.

Not, like, a little horny, but full blown blue balls horny.

If he didn't get laid any time soon, there was a strong chance he'd start dry humping strangers's legs.

Oh God. He'd be treating strangers like Charles treat him.

Jake shuddered. The thought was too grim. Perhaps another trip to the loo to beat himself off was on the agenda. It didn't help that Amy was sitting across from him with her tits straining to burst out of her shirt. Fuck. That girl was perfect.

He realised, with sudden panic, that his cock was pressing against his fly. He had a boner. Damn it, Santiago, he thought to himself, you've got a rise out of me yet again.

How to hide his boner from her though... She was bound to notice should he just stand up. Perhaps he could create a distraction? The office was bustling with activity. The 99 was unprecedentedly busy at the moment, and each of the detectives were hard at work on their respective cases.

Even Gina seemed relatively busy. The operative word there was 'seemed'.