Keep watching Elijah
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| - | + | The library is silent except for the soft hum of computers. You and Sam sit cross-legged on the cold linoleum floor, shoulders pressed together as you both stare intently at the laptop screen between you. | |
| - | + | Elijah lounges across his bed in the dim glow of his phone screen, his muscular frame barely contained by tight black boxer briefs. The thin fabric strains against his firm ass as he shifts position, one leg moving , opening wider. You swallow hard, your pulse quickening at the forbidden view. | |
| - | + | Sam nudges you with his elbow, breaking your trance. "You spy on him a lot?" you whisper, tearing your eyes away just long enough to see Sam's guilty grin. | |
| - | + | "Sometimes, yeah," he admits, biting his lip. His fingers dance across the trackpad to adjust the camera angle. | |
| - | + | "Ever see anything good?" Your voice comes out hoarser than intended. | |
| - | + | "Now and then." Sam zooms in as Elijah scratches absently at his thigh. "He's gay, you know? Well, bi or something... but definitely into guys." | |
| - | + | "No way." You snort. "He's dating Jessica Porter." | |
| - | + | "I swear I've watched him jerk off to gay porn..." Sam leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "...more than once." | |
| - | + | Your stomach flips. The thought of the soccer team captain - all toned abs and confident swagger - touching himself to men makes your jeans tighten uncomfortably. | |
| - | + | Sam taps a key and Elijah's laptop screen appears in a side window. "Hacked his whole system. See?" He scrolls through incriminating browser history as your jaw drops. "Remote desktop access….Tech club has its perks." | |
| - | + | "You perverted little nerd." You shove him playfully, both of you stifling laughter. | |
| - | + | On screen, Elijah stretches languidly before standing. He drops his phone beside the laptop with a clatter. Your breath catches as his fingers hook into his waistband, dragging the briefs down past his hips— | |
| - | + | "Fuck!" you both groan in unison when he steps out of frame, leaving only a discarded scrap of black fabric visible. | |
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| - | Do you | + | ‘Must be going for a Shower," he mutters, clicking through empty rooms. "Always takes forever in there..." |
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| + | The unspoken question hangs between you - wait and see what happens when he returns, or... Do you | ||
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Current revision as of 13:12, 10 February 2026
The library is silent except for the soft hum of computers. You and Sam sit cross-legged on the cold linoleum floor, shoulders pressed together as you both stare intently at the laptop screen between you.
Elijah lounges across his bed in the dim glow of his phone screen, his muscular frame barely contained by tight black boxer briefs. The thin fabric strains against his firm ass as he shifts position, one leg moving , opening wider. You swallow hard, your pulse quickening at the forbidden view.
Sam nudges you with his elbow, breaking your trance. "You spy on him a lot?" you whisper, tearing your eyes away just long enough to see Sam's guilty grin.
"Sometimes, yeah," he admits, biting his lip. His fingers dance across the trackpad to adjust the camera angle.
"Ever see anything good?" Your voice comes out hoarser than intended.
"Now and then." Sam zooms in as Elijah scratches absently at his thigh. "He's gay, you know? Well, bi or something... but definitely into guys."
"No way." You snort. "He's dating Jessica Porter."
"I swear I've watched him jerk off to gay porn..." Sam leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "...more than once."
Your stomach flips. The thought of the soccer team captain - all toned abs and confident swagger - touching himself to men makes your jeans tighten uncomfortably.
Sam taps a key and Elijah's laptop screen appears in a side window. "Hacked his whole system. See?" He scrolls through incriminating browser history as your jaw drops. "Remote desktop access….Tech club has its perks."
"You perverted little nerd." You shove him playfully, both of you stifling laughter.
On screen, Elijah stretches languidly before standing. He drops his phone beside the laptop with a clatter. Your breath catches as his fingers hook into his waistband, dragging the briefs down past his hips—
"Fuck!" you both groan in unison when he steps out of frame, leaving only a discarded scrap of black fabric visible.
‘Must be going for a Shower," he mutters, clicking through empty rooms. "Always takes forever in there..."
The unspoken question hangs between you - wait and see what happens when he returns, or... Do you
