"I'm bored.” Maya rolled onto her stomach, propping her chin on her hands. Her eyes flicked toward the hallway where their third roommate, Ben, was showering. The distant rush of water filled the silence. Maya grinned suddenly. “Let’s play Rock, Paper, Scissors.”

“Why?” Lena asked flatly, rinsing her cloth under the tap.

“Winner gets to suck Ben’s dick when he gets out.” Maya’s voice was casual, like she’d suggested ordering pizza. “Sixty seconds per round. First to make him come wins the game.”

Lena paused. Water dripped steadily from her hands into the sink. She turned, studying Maya’s face. No joke. Just bright, challenging eyes. Lena dried her hands slowly on a dish towel. Her expression stayed neutral, but her pulse kicked up a notch. “Fine. Why not.”

Maya scrambled upright. “Fun!”

They faced each other in the cramped kitchen. Lena’s shoulders squared. Maya bounced lightly on her toes. The shower shut off down the hall. Ben would be out soon. Lena held her fist ready. Maya mirrored her. No countdown. Just a sharp nod.

“Go!”

Lena threw rock. Maya threw paper. Lena groaned, slumping dramatically against the fridge. “Damn it!”

Maya grinned, and pushed off the fridge, her movements suddenly purposeful as she padded toward the bathroom door. Lena followed, leaning against the door frame. Steam billowed out as Ben emerged, towel wrapped low on his hips, hair dripping. He froze, blinking water from his eyes.

“Hi,” Maya chirped. She didn’t explain. She just dropped gracefully to her knees in front of him. Ben’s eyes widened, his gaze darting from Maya to Lena. Lena met his look steadily. Maya’s fingers hooked into the towel’s edge.

“What—” Ben started, voice thick with surprise.

Maya tugged. The towel pooled at his feet. She wrapped her hand around him, already half-hard from the shower’s heat. She looked up at Lena, a flicker of competitiveness in her eyes. “Thirty seconds,” she reminded her. Then she bent her head.

Lena watched. Maya’s mouth was warm and wet, her technique efficient. Ben gasped, one hand instinctively tangling in Maya’s hair. Lena counted the seconds silently in her head. Twenty-five... Twenty-six... Ben’s hips jerked slightly. Maya hummed, low in her throat. Lena’s own breath felt tight.

The time ended. Maya pulled back smoothly, leaving Ben flushed and straining. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at Lena. “Ready for round two?”

Lena nodded, stepping forward. Ben stared at them both, stunned silent.

"Round two," Lena announced, ignoring Ben's bewildered expression. She raised her fist. Maya mirrored her instantly, eyes gleaming. "Go!" Lena threw scissors. Maya threw rock. Lena hissed through her teeth—a quick, sharp sound. Maya grinned triumphantly.

"Pay attention, Ben," she murmured, sinking back onto her knees without hesitation. Her hand wrapped around him again, firmer this time. Ben groaned, his head thumping back against the door frame as Maya took him deep, her tongue swirling expertly. Lena watched the muscles in Ben's thighs tense, the way his fingers clenched uselessly. She counted silently: Twenty-eight... Twenty-nine... Maya pulled off precisely at thirty, leaving Ben panting. She wiped her lips with a smirk.

"I could win the next round again," Maya taunted Lena, bouncing back to her feet. Ben swallowed hard, his gaze darting between them, arousal warring with confusion. Lena met his eyes briefly—a flicker of apology? Challenge?—before facing Maya again. "Go!" Lena threw paper. Maya threw scissors. Lena exhaled sharply. Maya laughed, low and victorious. "Oh, this is getting fun."

Maya knelt once more. This time, she didn't tease. She took Ben fully into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks aggressively. Ben gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. Lena watched Maya's throat work, heard the wet, rhythmic sounds, saw Ben's knuckles whiten where he gripped the frame. Her own core tightened. Twenty-five... Twenty-six... Maya pulled back abruptly at thirty, leaving Ben shuddering, his cock throbbing visibly. She stood, stretching languidly. "Aw, come on already, Ben. I thought you were going to cum for me there."

Ben just shook his head mutely, breathing ragged. Lena stepped forward, her pulse loud in her ears. She raised her fist. Maya mirrored instantly. "Go!" Lena threw scissors. Maya threw paper. Maya groaned.

Lena knelt quickly, her knees hitting the cool tile. Ben looked down at her, eyes wide. She hesitated only a second then leaned in. Her mouth closed over him, and Ben choked out a sound. Lena moved slowly at first, experimentally, her tongue tracing the underside. Ben shuddered. Maya leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching intently.

Lena found a rhythm—firm suction, gentle swirls. Ben’s hips jerked. Lena felt him thicken further. She glanced up; his jaw was clenched, sweat beading on his temples. Twenty-five... She hummed softly, deep in her throat. Ben gasped. Lena felt the tremor run through him, the sudden tension coiling tight. Twenty-eight... She pulled back slightly, teasing the tip with her tongue.

Ben cried out—a raw, desperate sound, “Shit, I’m cumming!” Lena felt the hot pulse hit her tongue just as Maya yelled "Thirty!" Lena kept her mouth on him, swallowing instinctively as he bucked against her lips, the taste salty and sharp.

She pulled back slowly, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. Ben sagged against the wall, chest heaving, eyes glazed. Maya clapped her hands once, sharply. “Game over! Lena wins!” She sounded delighted, not disappointed. Lena stood, knees stiff from the tile, and met Maya’s grin. Ben slid down the wall to sit on the damp floor towel, dazed. Steam curled around his bare shoulders.

Maya nudged Lena with her elbow. “Told you he wouldn’t last long.” Ben blinked up at them, still catching his breath. Lena crouched beside him, her voice low. “You okay?” He nodded mutely, running a shaky hand through his wet hair. Maya laughed, light and bright. “Don’t look so shell-shocked, Ben. We were just passing time.” She offered him a hand up. He took it, unsteady on his feet.

"Holy shit," he breathed, voice hoarse.

Maya picked up his towel, tossing it over to him. "I knew I'd win," Lena said lightly, winking at Maya.