Grudgingly, Jeff lets you into his room. You sit as close to him on the bed as you can without crawling in his lap and make him promise to let you finish your piece before he responds.
You explain to Jeff that in spite of the legalities of the situation you've fancied the pants off him for a very long time and can't possibly live any longer without fucking him through the wall.
Much to your surprise Jeff is just as much of a pervert as you are and flings himself at you, trying to eat your face. Success! But wait - neither of you have any lube! You try to convince Jeff that it wouldn't hurt THAT much without it, but he's not buying it.