Conflicted Eyes, Confusing Feelings | Complete

t w e n t y - n i n e

Guys, I legit can't find someone to cast as Sage, but nevertheless, I found someone close, but Sage is waaaaay less masculine. The curly hair is on point though.

Picture and video are attached above ^^

Movie: Beira-Mar (seashore). It's Portuguese.

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It's like I always want you to look at me, but I blush and look away every time you do.

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Sage peered over his shoulder and spotted the culprit standing there.

Sage froze.

Wh-wha...?

I ... I could've sworn I closed that door! And ... why is he ... just how long has he been there?!

A-and I was just about to c-change my boxers too! D-did he see my...

No! I ... I wouldn't live if he saw ... that!

Sage chanced looking behind again. Xander still stood there, stationary.

Oh! M-maybe he's checking out the beautiful painting on the wall...? T-that must be it!

Unfortunately for Sage, when he peered upwards, only the clear space of the wall greeted him, free of posters, only paint, which then seemed to be smugly gleaming down at him. His cheeks warmed.

Wait! There's no painting there!

No shit, Sherlock.

D-does that ... does that mean he's ... l-looking at ... me?

Well-

I-is that what you call checking someone out?

!!

N-no! Xander can't be doing that to me! I ... I'm a boy, and he is too, a-and he ... he has a girlfriend. R-right...

Right!

"Sorry." he heard Xander mutter, and the soundless click of the door closing followed afterward. Xander's footsteps were heavy as he strolled down the dark hallways, entering the bathroom and locking the door without prior permission. Not that he cared to have anyways. Right then, his only concern laid in the problem he'd developed.

Forking his fingers through his dewy hair, he peered down to the site of pulsation in his pants. As suspected, he brandished a semi, which already started to impatiently strain against the zipper of his pants. Feeling life dwell down there and the faint pulse that throbbed through his blood, Xander felt bothered. But he didn't know for which he felt it greater - the fact that he wasn't a eunuch like he (and a few other unimportant people) thought, or because of how eagerly he reacted to Sage Tremaine.

A boy.

The second time his hand forked through his hair, it formed a fist there, tightening around his curls as he breathed the curse, 'porra' under his breath. First thing's first, he knew that he needed to dial back on the hardening before it extended to its full length - because by then, he'd need a release. And the mere thought of having to engage himself if a robust jerk-off session because of a boy made Xander sick to his stomach.

His own body betrayed him.

Therefore, Xander shifted his thoughts from Sage's ass to something he knew would revolt him and ultimately wipe him of the boner. Something that never crossed his mind before.