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Everything I've never done, I want to do with you
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H-holy Mother of donuts.
Speechless, Sage dropped his hands as he stared back at Xander, horrified. He wanted to wave and play off the situation cool and suave like Nyx probably would, but with the cesspool of nerves grappling him in his perpetual state of shock, that would most likely fail and come off as the ultimate cringe.
Xander hesitated for a second before he finally walked over, that quizzical look staying on his face. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing! I-I was just..." just what? Checking the temperature inside his boxers? Randomly having his hands down there? "...w-watching that then, um, I..." realizing that the TV was still on pause, he came up blank, as expected. "B-but you know, Xander, I-I'm always weird, you know? Oh, and I'm b-bad at acting too, haha!"
He ended, painfully awkwardly, scratching his head and laughing like a complete idiot. Xander sat next to him again, both eyebrows raised in bemusement. "What?"
"Um ... y-yeah." Sage stuttered as he began fanning himself. He dropped his hand and apologized upon realizing how absurd he must have looked doing so. "I-I'm sorry, it's just r-really hot in here, y-you know?"
"It is? You can take off your shirt if you--"
"No!"
Xander blinked.
"I-I mean ... I-I'm not ..." holy donuts Sage Tommaso Tremaine please shut the hell up, "not really hot, just a teensy, tiny bit, y-you know?" he added, illustrating with his band-aided index finger and thumb before laughing nervously again, shifting ever so slightly. "Um, yeah. T-that is all." he intelligently concluded as he hugged his knees tighter, dropping his head to where they formed a plateau below his chin.
Xander continued observing him for a while longer. Sage's entire body prickled with heat and apprehension, and all of a sudden he felt intoxicated; as though he'd selfishly guzzled down an entire bottle of Tequila in one go.
But he knew that wasn't the case. It was Xander infiltrating his bloodstream and he knew it.
Folding under his lower lip, Sage glanced down.
Xander's facial expression then changed. Completely.
He leaned a little closer to Sage, a slow smirk taking flight on lips that were previously either frowning or tilted to the side.
"I can help with that," he offered. Sage head snapped back up and he stared at Xander in bewilderment whilst sinking away to put more breathing space between them.
"W-what is it, Xander? I-I did all my homework before c-coming over, a-and all my chores too! M-maybe I should have worn something roomier? I wouldn't be hot right now, w-what do you think?"
Rolling his eyes at the ignorant response, Xander moved closer and pinched Sage's nose. "No, idiot," he said. "You're hard."
Maybe Sage didn't get what Xander meant by his slangs, so it didn't help when Xander inched closer. Growing ridiculously self-aware, the blond's confusion doubled. "My mom always s-says I have pretty soft skin and -- Xander? W-why are you coming closer?"
"How stupid can you get?" Xander couldn't help but laugh. "I don't mean that hard, obviously." he lowered his eyes to signal his intent, and finally catching on, Sage's face reddened even further. More heat and tingles rose from below, pumping more into Sage's face, fogging his vision of everything besides his own weird behaviour and Xander's darkening gaze.
With a small whimper, the blond shrank back, rocking back and forth. He gulped, and with shaky hands, he covered his strawberry-shaded face with his hands.
"I-I'm not ... I'm sorry," he said, failing in suppressing the sniffles, notifying Xander that he was crying. Why was he crying? The senior immediately moved even closer, taking his hands, moving them away.
"Tears? Why you crying?"
"I-I don't know," he replied, wiping away hot tears that continuously pooled in his eyes and poured down his face. His vision fogged, which he tried clearing by blinking repeatedly. "I-I'm weird. I thought it'd go away but ... b-but it didn't! I'm sorry."
Xander wanted to comfort Sage and tell him that it'd be okay, but at the same time, he couldn't help wanting to scoff at the evidence that Sage thought something was wrong with him for getting an erection; a totally natural reaction in males.
"It's okay, yeah? You don't have to cry. I get them too."
Sage finally lifted his teary eyes to meet Xander's. He lowered them before whispering, "R-really?" Xander nodded.
Perhaps Xander should have mentioned the time he became aroused at the sight of Sage half-naked?
Probably not. Maybe that would freak him out.
"It's natural."
The blond bit his lips and nodded, though he didn't quite understand Xander amidst his flustered stare of embarrassment. "Oh, um ... okay."
Xander's lowered his gaze to the very evident bump in Sage's shorts, where he found himself licking his lips on impulse. It was a weird reaction -- seeing Sage, a guy, so turned on, that didn't hinder Xander from wanting to touch, taste and caress every part of Sage's body that pined for attention.
Therefore, in order to not act rashly, Xander relocated his hands from Sage's wrists to his back, caressing him with the intention of soothing him.
Xander then knew for a fact that it wasn't because Sage was a guy that made him feel that way.
He couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, though.
His snowflake shivered under the touch. He moved away again.
"Does it hurt?" he settled for asking. Sage shook his head, no.
"I-it's just a little uncomfortable ... a-and weird." he admitted, blushing even harder.
Xander nodded. "And you want it to go away, yeah?"
His snowflake non-verbally agreed, sucking on his lower lip. "M-mhm..."
"Open your legs then."
Sage's eyes tore open in shock.
What did he just say?
Xander wanted to face-palm himself for that. Sage was a guy. Not only that, but an incredibly shy, virgin one. Of course he would freak out. Xander thought that maybe he should have taken a more subtle approach.
Nevertheless, he aided Sage in dropping his tense legs. "It's a'right," he reassured him the entire time. "You know how to do it?" Sage promptly shook his head, staring at his senior in confusion. Xander didn't expound.
Once his legs were fully down, his hand shot out, covering the absurd bulge. His eyes darted away from Xander, embarrassed beyond comprehension. "Um..." he squeaked, abnormally high-pitched. Xander stroked his hair, softly, gesturing for him to continue. "Um ... c-can you s-switch off the lights?"
Xander softly chuckled. "You want the lights off?"
"D-don't laugh, Xander..." he tried to be mad, but his voice only came out as a desperate whine, falling flat. "Um ... yes. C-can you?"
Xander smiled, so softly, so reassuringly. He stroked Sage's overgrown bangs for a few more seconds before tucking it away, leaving a lingering touch here and there. "Yeah. I think I can do that."
The heat didn't go away even as Xander moved and gave Sage some well-needed space. In fact, the silence only intensified Sage's feelings, drawing his attention to the blood buzzing in his ears and the fuzzy sensation that nuzzled itself in his body. On impulse, he drew his knees back into place, hiding the mortifyingly obvious bulge in his basketball shorts.
When the light disappeared, so did Sage's breathing. The bed sunk next to him and his eyes zipped to the space, where he could make out the silhouette of curls, then the outline of another. Hands reached for him, but Sage inched away on impulse. He sunk down on the bed, slumping.
"W-what are you g-going to do?" Sage managed to ask. His entire body trembled under Xander's piercing gaze in the dark, and he tried not to flinch when Xander followed through on his actions of lifting a hand to stroke his cheeks. They were cold and wet, contrasting the heat embedded in Sage's inflamed cheeks.
Xander was quiet for a few beats, carefully selecting his words.
"I'm gonna touch you. Sounds a'right?"
(A/N: if you're uncomfortable reading R-rated scenes, please skip now, thanks >.<)
His snowflake seemed both indecisive and horrified at the same time. Eyes wide, they darting wildly from one of Xander's to the next, searching for any sign of anything in the dark.
"T-touch?" he weakly echoed. Xander licked his lower lip, which transformed into a smirk shortly after.
A small hum escaped Sage's voicebox as he dropped his head again, attempting to regulate his heartbeat and stop shaking. "I-if you touch it, i-it's not going to go away, is it? M-maybe we should, um, wait?" he stuttered. "And Xander? C-can you stop looking at me for a little? I-I don't think I can breathe."
Xander breathed a laugh, voice huskier and lower than normal. Sage's face heated even more, causing him to grab one of the nearby pillows to cover his face after telling Xander just how mean he was.
That was probably a bad move, as Sage's head spiraled with even more nervousness at completely not being able to see Xander's movements. His heart skipped a beat when he felt the bed shift, and suddenly the space before him dipped. Then, a pair of hands gently rested on his knees before they proceed to try and part his legs. When Sage released a frightened yelp, the hands ceased movement. A laugh sounded from Xander, though, notifying Sage that it was indeed far from over.
"Fück," he heard Xander breathe through a deep chuckle. "Okay, Sage? I'm gonna need you to relax, yeah? Just a little bit; can you do that for me?"
Sage pulled the pillow down a little, and even through the unlit space, Xander could see his face clearly; his sloping eyebrows, fluttering eyes, quivering lips. The blond shook his head. "I-I don't think I c-can. I'm j-just..."
Sage's legs relaxed, just a little. Xander let his right hand go first, only managing to go so far before Sage's legs tensed again, snapping shut. "Nervous?"
His snowflake nodded before pulling the pillow up to block off his beautiful features.
"I know. That's fine. Está bem, não?"
He let his hands slip down further, eliciting one of the sweetest pants of surprise from Sage.
Sage couldn't respond even if he wanted to. The tingled spiraled out of control merely by the sensation of Xander's hand intruding a private area. Every time he tried relaxing Xander's hand would dip further, and Sage didn't know how much of the weird sounds he could fight off.
After long and much patience, Xander managed to part Sage's legs so he could get between them, much to the smaller boy's protests. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Sage peered over the pillows, faintly shaking his head before retreating again.
"Hey, you don't wanna do that, yeah? You're so clumsy, you might suffocate yourself," Xander remarked as he reached for the pillow, trying to pry it away, to no avail. Sage had a death grip on it, one that even Xander wasn't sure he could release. "No, then?"
Then, Sage went on high-alert as hands began undoing his drawstrings. He squeaked as some form of a reply, though it was unsure of if he was answering Xander's previous statement or merely a reaction.
The hands pulled the waistband loose and fingers curled around the hem to tug them down and off.
"Wah -- wait! N-not so fast-!"
Sage grabbed at the waistband just as another hand unexpectedly dipped under his shirt. An embarrassing whimper sounded from him. He wanted to die or disappear right then and there, but Xander only chuckled.
Too much--!
"I guess we won't take them off then," Xander remarked, leaning over to plant a kiss atop Sage's exposed forehead.
The hands disappeared, and along with it went the suffocating rise in Sage's chest.
Sage moved the pillow away.
...what?
Suddenly, the bed creaked, and Xander's beautiful features came into view for a second before disappearing again.
He felt something warm and soft on his neck. At first, he couldn't figure out what it was, but then the pine scent of Xander's shampoo infiltrated his nose, successfully robbing Sage of his last breath and setting off goosebumps across his skin.
A simple, tender brush of lips burned his skin, making him gasp.
Then, something wet and moist. It slid across the sensitive flesh before making a firmer connection, sucking.
Sage's head spun.
!!
"Nya ... ngh--" ohmygodstopmakingweirdsounds.
He bit his lip, struggling to keep it all in.
The sensation on his skin distracted his mind from picking up that something was running along him, worsening the tingles. Just then Sage's yearning increased a thousand time tenfold, and before he knew it, his hips had lifted, off the bed. Before he could address that reaction, though, lips stopped at the side of his neck, and teeth grazed and nipped at the sensitive area. At the same time, hands groped him through his shorts.
Sage couldn't hold back. He visibly quivered, a ragged gasp cutting past his lips as he forced himself to lie still. Helplessly, he clutched the sheets.
T-this is--
His head fell to one side as Xander applied more pressure, trailing down to the exposed shoulder. When the mouth disappeared, Sage felt something hard press against him, slowly moving up and down, rubbing him.
Another weird sound leaped out of him, but he couldn't pinpoint where exactly the jots of pleasure were coming from. There were so many, and they were all so, so intense.
Furthermore, the noises he made didn't sound like sounds of his own. They were a bit deeper than his normal tone, sometimes higher. Either way, he failed in making them stop. Suddenly, Xander's lips and touch was everywhere, hands roaming on their own accord, exploring places that ignited weird sounds and sensations Sage failed to comprehend. His brain only gave him three reactions: shriek, jump, embarrass.
T-that's not good enough!!
Sage's hands shot up from clutching the sheets, slapping them over his mouth to prevent the onslaught of outlandish sounds from escaping.
The warmth on his neck vanished.
"Don't do that. Let me hear you," a voice said next to Sage's ear. The unforeseen nature of Xander's voice sent a tremor jolting through Sage and made him realize just how close their faces were. The blond quickly sucked under his lips and turned to the side to block his view of Xander. Thankfully, the senior didn't try to dissuade him any further. He only let his lips glide back down, hands moving more frantically.
It was then that Sage realized how useless his attempts at muffling were against Xander. Goosebumps broke out excessively across his skin as Xander's mouth and knee expertly moved against him, eliciting a torrent of sensations that made Sage feel as though he would combust from the insurmountable heat.
More weird sounds seeped past.
"U-uhn--!"
I-it feels good...
"X-Xan--" was the only word he could whimper in his flustered state. Xander's fingers moved down, caressing another sweet spot that made Sage writhe below him, hips bucking for more. Meanwhile, Xander's free hand dipped under Sage's shirt again, searching the feverish skin beneath, hiking his shirt up in the process.
The blond squeaked again as he grabbed his shirt, tugging it back down whilst trying to deter the senior. "Ah -- X-Xander! Y-you ... you said you w-wouldn't." he trembled, his voice going softer and softer with each word.
"Sorry, Snowflake. I can't help myself." the senior mumbled but did nothing to move his hands away despite Sage's avid pleas.
He heard Xander curse before mumbling something in Portuguese.
Xander's hand slid up even further, to fondle with the most embarrassing things in the world. Sage struggled to contain himself, but somehow, even from the slightest movements of Xander's hands, Sage let out one embarrassing sound after the next; sounds he didn't know he was capable of producing.
A low curse from Xander. "Porra."
Sage couldn't decipher the words in his distracted state, and neither was he fully aware of his shorts being tugged down again. At a sudden cool of the heat there, he panicked. With a soft yelp, both hands bolted to conceal the throbbing area.
"X-Xander--"
Again, Xander didn't listen to his complaints. One of his hand instantly overwrote Sage's as it returned outside the sensitive area, while the senior removed the other from beneath Sage's shirt and lifted them to his lips, licking them. Suddenly, those fingers slid in from the leg of Sage's boxers, and a finger dipped in the area of heightened-sensitivity before the entire hand followed through. The said fingers rubbed along a foreign area below before moving again.
Sage's entire frame stiffened.
!!
Then, a warm hand curled around him.
...
His mind went blank.
Eyebrows furrowing slightly at the reaction, Xander briefly glanced up as his fingers kneaded into Sage's wet inner thigh. "Does that hurt?"
His snowflake wasn't in any state to respond.
He only released a strangled sound, for which he robotically moved his hands to cover his face.
Xander, he-he's--
Then, something bubbled out; wet.
Sage's hands shot down to the area, but Xander thwarted his intent by grabbing both hands, pinning them above his head, eliciting a weak whisper of protest from Sage. The hand in his boxers slipped out, and Xander ran his tongue over them for a second time before dipping them back in. There, he rubbed for a few seconds before his hands firmly gripped Sage in a tight hold that made him jerk.
Stifling an embarrassing sound, Sage's back arched against his will. He struggled against Xander's hold, but the hands restraining his wrists only tightened. "Don't." the senior warned, pinning him back down. Sage couldn't help try to get out of the immobilized state, and that caused Xander's hand in his boxers to cease movement.
The building heat dispersed just like that, leaving Sage with one of the most unsatisfying feelings in his entire life.
"P-please--" the desperate words came.
Xander arched a brow. "Please?" he asked, his darkened gaze contradicted by the smirk lingering on his lips. "Please what?"
Sage released a desperate whimper before turning his head to the side again, letting his hair fall alongside him whilst he covered his swollen lips with the back of his hand. The sight of his flushing cheeks, slightly exposed abdomen and his slim legs were such a turn-on.
Xander could swear in his life that he wasn't a cannibal, but seeing Sage in that minute looking absolutely delicious, he began doubting his inhibitions, questioning just how good Sage would taste. He garnered the weirdest urge to suck, lick and finger, probing areas too explicit to mention aloud; something Xander would never admit to, not whilst fully conscious and conflicted.
Xander thanked himself for handing the lube and condoms over to Carter because had it been in his possession right then and there, Xander didn't know what he'd end up doing.
"Please stop? Please continue? Please what?" he demanded.
"I-I..." he trailed off, cheeks burning from embarrassment from terrible embarrassment. He knew he would never be able to look Xander in the eyes ever again. "X-Xander..." he tried, but the senior only cursed under his breath in response. Unable to wait any longer, he lifted his fingers to his lips again, coating them before his hands returned to their previous position.
Sage's legs trembled against his will. Violently.
Xander licked his lips at the oddly satisfying gesture. "Faster?"
W-what is h--
Xander's hand jerked at a slow and steady pace for a while longer, but soon after, he accelerated.
Faster?
Sage's hips began moving on their own accord, in time with Xander's hand. For that, he apologized, holding in the burning urge to move.
"Está bem," Xander told him.
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The familiar tightening in Sage's abdomen revived, and whilst he couldn't remember where exactly he felt the sensation before, he was at least aware that something was going to burst open. When he failed in trying to clench back the urge, he weakly moved his hands in Xander's hold again, this time to warn him instead.
It's--
"X-Xander ... s-stop-"
What!
He's moving even f-faster!
"It's alright, snowflake. Just..."
To prove his point, Xander's hand moved even faster, the weird sounds of contact gradually getting lower and lower in Sage's head. His face burned from the foggy heat as his breathing became heavier, ragged.
His hands...
They're going to get--
"Don't hold back."
Sage didn't know what happened next. All he knew was that his body shuddered one last time before the pool of heat caused a series of involuntary contractions. Soon, Sage became hyper-aware of something gushing out, wet and hot, like running water.
I-I'm ... peeing?
He tried holding it in for his sake and Xander's hand, but his lower body continued spasming. The heat kept pooling out, in waves, unyielding. All the while, Xander's hand slowed down a bit, keeping the same movements.
W-what's going on?
His hands then ripped out of Xander's hold and he shot upwards.
"X-Xan...!" he rasped, desperately clinging to the taller boy.
"It's a'right, baby."
As more water streamed out, Sage could feel the heat and tingles from the area cooling, until they disappeared completely, save for the barrage that stubbornly remained on his face. Xander's hand too stopped moving. He pulled it away, just as Sage fell lifelessly to the bed, sinking back into the pillows as a sense of calm and relaxation accompanied the feeling though he'd been floating. He emptily stared through the darkness at nothing in particular, willing his breathing to normalize.
Suddenly, the pressure of Xander's leg disappeared too. He leaned over, switching on the lamp by the bedside table. Sage flinched at the abrupt entrance of light in his eyes, and as his vision adjusted, the first thing he saw Xander's dissolute expression. A hungry, wolfish look that looked terrifyingly strange, yet lethally attractive on his face, like every other expression he wore.
Sage's eyes darted to Xander's fingers, where he was mortified to see something white and creamy adorning the fingers of the intrusive hands that worked just minutes ago. The substance thickly dripped from Xander's fingers, which then led Sage to his own soiled boxers.
Then, Sage remembered his diary.
It was the same white thing; not pee!
?!
Xander's chest rose and fell as he took harsh breaths, inhaling and exhaling deeply. After a while, the strange expression faded, and he used his clean hand to fork through his still wet hair whilst a lazy smile simpered across his face. "That was fast, yeah?"
H-how can he be smiling?
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to — I'll clean up r-right away!" Sage scrambled up, almost falling against Xander in his sapped state. He first fumbled with his boxers and shorts, somehow managing to sloppily fix them while under Xander's scrutiny. Afterward, he failed to follow through with his promise as he fell back against the bed, grabbing the trusty pillow to hide his sweltering face.
Xander canted over him, gently shifting the pillow out of the way. "Do me a favour?"
His snowflake's gaze was frantic, falling on everything besides Xander's face. He also forced himself to disregard the absence of much distance between their faces. "H-hm?"
"Just stop being so fücking sexy."
Sage's eyes widened, snapping to meet Xander's almost instantly. His mouth opened and closed as though he wanted to say something, but he only ended up blushing harder, eyes glossing over again from unadulterated lust. "S-sorry for the trouble, X-Xander. I'll, um ... I'll try to do that."
Xander rolled his eyes and snorted, flicking the boy's nose without a second thought.
Trouble? If only Sage knew.
It was no trouble at all.
"Um, X-Xander? You're, um ... C-could I ..." he tugged his lower lip into his mouth, gaze askance the whole time. "Can I--"
Before Sage could finish asking his question, the lights were abruptly flicked on, deluging the room with light.
Someone stepped in the room.
"What's going on here?"
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Oh shit?
Is it too late to say 'no homo'?
Who walked in?
Reminder: Sage is 15. I do not endorse underaged sexual activities, but the plot says otherwise...
Fun fact: in the original planning of the book, Xander was supposed to give Sage a blowjob, but after taking into consideration how confused and conflicted Xander is, I thought a handjob would be more realistic/better.
Were you surprised that Xander actually did something like that?
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