Who knew that a closeted Jock and the Student Council president could fit together so well?
Zach is in love with a boy. The only problem is that he's a jock and closeted. But as events unfold, he becomes closer and closer with him, the student counc...
Sage locks the door to the apartment with a steady click. He glances at his watch--It's 6:20, with time to spare to get to class on time. He slings his book bag over his should and makes his way to the bus station, where he'll first ride the bus for a couple of stops, then enter the subway.
The bus sways against the uneven pavement as it travels down the road. Sage grasps the overhead handle to steady himself, and he scrolls through his twitter account, looking through the daily news. He doesn't particularly care about politics and world news, but it's his obligation to keep up, like how someone would expect you to finish your homework.
He can already anticipate what it will be like in school. His opinion on this, his opinion on that. Feigned interest in response. All that amounts to nothing.
When Sage files into the subway, it's 6:40. It's early, and people sparse. He takes a seat on the almost empty train cart. The only other people are some students who cluster together on the edge of the cart. They lean against the door, low murmurs occasionally erupting into loud laughter. The rumble of the tracks and the loud echoes of the tunnel pulls Sage's mind away from the news. He can't concentrate today. There is a flurry of emotions in the back of his mind, that only grows as he nears the school. It speeds up his heartbeat and makes him feel...joy, anticipation, to stay at school, one that only offers false alliances and utilitarianism reigns.
It is because Zach is there. And the thought makes Sage smile.
Soon, the train arrives at Sage's stop, and he exits the subway moments later. He can already see the school gates, not far from the station.
A light wind blows as nears the gates. He finds other students arriving too. A familiar car pulls by.
It's Zach. He notices Sage, and blush blooms across his face which then morphs into a grin.
Sage smiles back, his eyes wane into a sliver. It is a practiced one that conveys little more than a polite greeting. Not here, not now.
"Good morning Zach," he says and joins him on the way into the school.
"Good morning...Sage," Zach pronounces his name almost bashfully.
Sage finds his name foreign in Zach's mouth. There's no real difference, he knows, but it feels different. When teachers call him, Sage can hear hints of trust. When peers call him, it is laced with admiration and respect. When his lovers moan his name between breaths, his name becomes violence and lust.
When it comes from Zach, though, it's a call of happiness.
Sage pulls Zach a little closer by the arm, briefly, and whispers, "If you blush that much, nothing is going to stay a secret."
Zach jolts and presses a hand against his ear, redness spreading to his ears and neck.
Seeing this, Sage laughs and leaves Zach behind. "See you later," he waves, before disappearing into the halls.
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See you later.
That being said, see you later is a vague term.
Zach, being in different classes and a grade younger has rather limited time with Sage.
Thus, when Zach scales the halls he always tries to steal glimpses at his boyfriend, who is either running errands or on his way to class. On the rare occasion they cross paths, Sage always smiles at him knowingly, making Zach blush. Soon, Zach tries to deduce the paths Sage takes in order to have more time together. But, juggling the weight of the academics, and no reason to be together during school hours, they can only settle to occasionally walk around the campus after school hours, when Zach is done with his practice and when Sage finished with his student council errands.
Behind the gym, a secluded and abandoned area after school, Sage would pin Zach against the cement wall, and lean in for a kiss. First, a cautious and trying one, that then turns into a passion. Zach would pull Sage closer from the waist, close enough to feel the rise and fall of his chest.
"What if someone sees us?" Zach would ask between breaths.
"No one will come," Sage always replies and silences Zach whenever he argues with more kisses.
Zach's head spins as if he's stuck in the clouds--sweet, warm, and precious.
A/N
Hello everyone, I'm back with a new chapter XD. I felt like this chapter was a little bit of a boring one, but I think I needed this as the "calm before the storm". I wrote a little from Sage's point of view, which I hope you enjoyed. I'll try to write a better chapter next week.
On another note, I've been obsessed with the site picrew.me, a place where you can customize your profile pics. So I made Sage and Zach (according to what I imagine in my mind) by using the 人間(男)メーカー(仮) template.
The artist's twitter is moro_244
Also, this is just what I think when I think of Zach and Sage, so feel free to imagine them any way you want (this is why I stray from too much appearance description).
Sage:
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