“Yes!  Porn!  I’m looking at porn.  Now, go away.”  Spike didn’t budge, only smirked arrogantly.  Gunn noticed he had a stress ball in his left hand, and that his knuckles were white against his skin, so he launched the ball at Spike’s head, unsatisfied with the hefty thwack it made against the oak door.
“Keep your balls to yourself, mate,” Spike said, not trying very hard to hold in the snicker.