Things went on as usual, with Zane attending most of his classes, which required attendance and good enough grades to pass.
He didn’t have any other modeling gigs lined up, as they wanted to wait for the magazine’s release to build momentum.
The more he remained hidden from the public eye, the larger his fan base grew.
They were starved of content, creating longing and anticipation of when he would next post a picture with his face visible or announce his next project.
On the opposite side of marketing was Oliver.
He had posted lots of videos and pictures showcasing his previous theater performances, behind-the-scenes content, and his everyday life.
This meant he was constantly seen on the internet, making him a celebrity of sorts in the local area.
The mission progression remained at 85 percent completion, neither decreasing nor increasing.
Zane figured that it was because Oliver still had fame and that the male leads still saw him as a friend of sorts.
Today was one of those days when he had one class in the morning, so he was accompanied by the two men as he wolfed down the cafeteria food.
Although he still followed the diet that kept his lean form, Zane still had room to be flexible with the meals.
Like always, he could feel the eyes of many glancing his way.
His closet had long been discarded, with newer styles and brand-name items all curated by Jane’s stylist team.
Public image was important, and Zane had to go along with the aloof persona they created for him.
So his eating became more elegant, and his speaking was more reserved.
The cursing only happened when it was just Clyde and Michael.
“How long before your class starts?” Clyde pushed the bottle of water toward Zane once he noticed Zane had finished eating.
“An hour.”
“Wish I could stay but…Coach is firing off in the chat.” Michael’s competition was nearing, and that meant that his training schedule had become even more fierce.
“Looks like C wants to spend some time with you.
Come watch me swim next time.”
Michael had originally wanted to show off his athleticism, but he had noticed that Clyde seemed somewhat anxious as of late and thought maybe Zane could help with whatever he was stressing over.
“Have fun.” They weren’t as intimate outside as they were alone, so Michael only patted Zane’s head and nodded a goodbye toward Clyde.
“I’ll catch you later, C.”
Zane didn’t even realize when his gaze started following their figures every time they were around.
He watched Michael leave, feeling surprised at how often the man would accompany him to eat, even though he should have been at practice a good twenty minutes ago.
“Shall we also go?” Clyde casually cleaned up after him, offering to put away the tray and dishes.
They had developed a stable routine.
Aside from parting ways at the cafeteria, everything was the same as it was now.
Zane recognized the direction they were headed toward.
The place of their very first blunder of a kiss didn’t look all that different.
“Where’s the professor?” The dark room had become lit the moment they entered.
The motion-censored lights always managed to catch Zane off, reminding him of that stupid water fountain.
“She’s not in until noon.” After grabbing all the tools he needed, Clyde gestured for Zane to sit at the table near the back room.
“I need your help with my project.”
“I don’t think you do!” The ugly horse was proof of his skills in ceramics.
“You’ll end up failing the class.”
Gentle laughter came from where Clyde had gone.
The back room held all the projects currently being worked on, along with those that are ready to be fired up, and another door leading to the kiln.
Clyde brought with him a clay figure that looked nearly finished.
It was as tall as a standard ruler and was placed atop a wooden plank for support.
“That looks…familiar…” Zane couldn’t take his eyes off the sculpture even when it was placed in front of him.
“The help I need…” Clyde pulled his chair to sit behind Zane before leaning in for a whisper.
His hands slipped under Zane’s T-shirt, caressing his pectoral muscles as he pleased.
Zane flinched every time those fingers brushed against his nipples.
“As I thought…” Clyde mumbled against his earlobe, eyes drifting from his project to where he was touching with complete seriousness.
“It needs to be more lean and defined.”
Clyde wasn’t joking when he said he was going to make Zane his next project.
The headless, armless, and legless torso was made from polymer clay.
Zane bit his lips when those fingers slowly crept down to his abdomen.
It kneaded his soft skin, mapping out the shapes of his muscles.
Is my body really reacting?
He could barely believe himself when his pants suddenly tented from all the touching and rubbing that was happening to his upper body.
It had been a good ten minutes since Clyde began.
His body jolted when his nipples were suddenly pinched.
The hot breath against his ears and the breathy chuckle made it clear that it was intentional.
“How naughty…” Clyde had been so preoccupied with getting the anatomy of Zane’s body right that he hadn’t noticed Zane’s squirming until now.
His lips curved, one hand toying with the hardened bud while the other crept down to the erection between his legs.
“I should carefully check this area as well.”
His tone was full of mischief as he nibbled on Zane’s neck.
With a nudge, he managed to get Zane to lean against him, giving him an even better view of where he was touching.
Clyde slipped his hand into his pants, hovering over the excited shaft through the man’s underwear.
The cool fingers could be felt through the fabric, making Zane groan from the feathery touches.
“Touch it harder.” Immediately after Zane said that, his dick was gripped hard.
“Gent-gentler.” He hissed and reached for his pants, slipping them off to his thighs along with his underwear.
“You must really love it in public.” Clyde watched as the cock sprang free with awe.
His index finger gently tapped the tip, watching as the line of precum stretched, following his finger when he removed it.
“Will someone see?” He was suddenly reminded of where they were.
“Only if they come in.”
Clyde wasn’t sure if the loud heartbeat he was hearing was his or Zane’s, but what he knew was the way his lower body pulsated every time Zane let out a breathy gasp.
“Sit up.” He already fulfilled his need to study Zane’s physique with his hands.
This time…he really wanted to study him with his mouth.
“Hold it up.”
“???” Zane watched with confusion when his pleasure was cut short.
He gripped his bundled-up tee as told, only realizing what was happening when the hot and wet tongue latched onto his chest.
His tongue felt every curve, taking in the shifting of those muscles with every lick.
His hands didn’t idle either as they pumped the burning shaft with speed.
Fuck.
[Should I activate the default setting?] The system was thoroughly ignored.
Zane bit his lips, suppressing the moan from having his thing jerked off by such beautiful hands.
He hadn’t thought that his body could still be this sensitive even without activated perks.
Clyde shifted lower, eyes glancing up at Zane as he gently bit into the sexy waist.
The lower he went, the more flexed and tensed Zane’s muscles were.
He could already picture the finished product of his clay statue.
He had been in a slump, unsure of how to complete his clay figure for the first time in his life.
Everything looked good, and he was praised for how it turned out, but Clyde felt that something was off with his work.
Now that he knew where he had gone wrong, Clyde could barely hide his happy mood.
Clyde’s excitement translated to the way he eyed Zane closely, watching every shift in his expression as his tongue swiped against the burning cock in his hand.
He had never licked another man’s thing before, so his clumsiness caused Zane to react even more.
“It’s fine if you just lick it a little.” His eagerness to please Zane didn’t go unnoticed.
Zane wanted to shove his dick in that pretty mouth, but he also knew that Clyde didn’t really know how to take it yet.
His hands gently caress Clyde’s hair, watching the erotic scene before him with a heated gaze.
“So pretty…”
“Hm?
Pretty?” Clyde’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully at the compliment.
Not many dared to call him pretty to his face, so hearing Zane say it so openly made the corner of his lips twitch.
“You like this?”
He ran his tongue along what he considered pretty, listening to the soft moans every time he finished it off with a harsh suck on the tip, releasing it with a loud pop.
He repeated it a few times, the slow, intense drag from the base up to the tip made the hand on his hair grip tighter every time.
“Answer the call.” The sudden ring of Zane’s phone didn’t stop Clyde from toying with his dick.
He urged Zane to answer it, his hand giving the burning shaft a squeeze which earned him a glare.
“Shut up and suck it!” Zane spat through gritted teeth.
He pushed Clyde’s head closer to his cock before answering the phone.
“Hello?”
Clyde couldn’t hear what the other end had said, but the way Zane’s brow lifted told him that it was something unexpected.
He released the hold on Zane’s cock, lips wrapping around the tip, gradually going deeper.
“Hah—shit…” Zane groaned, pulling the phone away so that the other person wouldn’t hear him.
The warmth and wetness enveloped his erection.
His breathing shallowed for a moment, eyes nearly rolling when Clyde purposely used his tongue to toy with the frenulum.
“Hmmm.” Clyde hummed when he felt the way Zane’s dick twitched against the roof of his mouth.
“You want me…ah…to act in what?” Zane tried his best to regulate his breathing.
He pulled his phone away every time he was about to moan, so that Jane wouldn’t hear him acting like a pervert.
He really wanted to just grip Clyde’s face and fuck it deep into that warm and wet mouth.
Jane didn’t keep him on the phone long, only reminding him that she would pick him up later this evening to go and meet up with the cast and crew.
“Fuck, Clyde!” After tossing the phone onto the table, he used both hands to grip Clyde’s head.
“So—so good!” He moves his hips, fucking the mouth shallowly so that he doesn’t end up hurting the other person.
Clyde let him do as he pleased.
He wasn’t used to doing this, so his eyes unknowingly teared up at the friction in his mouth.
His jaw felt somewhat sore as he tried not to accidentally scrape his teeth against Zane.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Zane brushed away the tear that leaked, stopping his thrusting and pulling his dick out of Clyde’s mouth.
He was already close, so he decided to finish off by jerking it with his hands.
He caught his own ejaculation, sparing Clyde from having it sprayed on his face.
“What was the call about?” Clyde brought Zane to the sink, helping him wash his hands.
He heard something about acting, so he asked out of curiosity.
“Jane said a director specifically asked for me to star in his TV series.
Some nepo baby in the industry or something like that.” It was hard to pay attention while having his cock sucked.
“She’s picking you up this evening?”
“Yeah.” Zane dried his hand off and leaned in to give Clyde a kiss.
The corner of Clyde’s eyes was still red, looking extremely enticing.
But Zane had to stop himself from going any further today.
“Class is starting soon.
I’ll see you later.”
I kinda like this boyfriend thing.
[…] Silas was speechless.
It swallowed the warning it planned on giving the host just to spite him.
Regardless of the warning, its host would have to clash with the protagonist anyway.