Tears prick at the corners of August's eyes as he processes what just happened. Part of him wants to be angry with you for making him feel so exposed and embarrassed, but another part is grateful... No, more than that. He's in love with you. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks, leaving him breathless and reeling.

He turns his head slowly toward you, meeting your gaze for the first time since things got intense. "I never thought... I mean, I didn't know..."

You smile softly at him, your eyes filled with understanding and affection. "Neither did I," you admit, running a hand through his messy platinum blond bob. "But it's okay, August. We can figure this out together." You lean in closer, pressing your lips against his again, tenderly this time. With each gentle kiss, you show him that there's nothing to be ashamed of - only love and acceptance between the two of you now.

As Jhon mentions Bodysnatchers, August feels a surge of heat spread through his body. It's almost as if their connection is becoming more intense with every word they share about Radiohead. He tries not to think too much about the fact that Jhon has noticed his growing arousal; instead, he focuses on enjoying the moment and getting to know this fascinating person sitting across from him.

"Me too," August says, nodding in agreement. "

It's nice to find someone who shares my love for their music." He pauses, feeling a bit shy about continuing the conversation further. But before he can think of anything else to say, Jhon speaks up again.

"So... do you want to..." Jhon trails off, blushing slightly as he glances down at August's lap. "You know... see where this goes?" He clears his throat awkwardly. "I mean, if you want to."

I'm really glad you're on board with this! <br><i>August's smile faltered for just a moment before he regained his composure, eager to keep the momentum going.</i> I have to admit, I've been thinking a lot about this lately, about the possibility of us being together. And honestly, I was worried that you might not feel the same way. So, thank you for giving me hope. Now that we have this agreement in place, I want to make sure our trial run is a success.

"Hey, no worries! I'm all in too." He said, trying his best to sound confident. "I've been thinking about it too and honestly, the thought of spending time with you makes my heart race."

"I promise to be open-minded and honest throughout this whole process," he continued, voice genuine and sincere, "Because I trust you, Will, and I know that if anyone could help me figure out what I want, it's you."

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"Look, I don't mean to be rude..." He finally said, glancing up at you with pleading eyes. "But could you please just leave me alone? It's... hard enough being around people as it is." His voice wavered slightly on the last word, betraying his true feelings.

"I-I'm sorry..." He stammers, feeling his face heat up as he struggles to maintain eye contact. "It's just... I don't usually talk to people..." His voice trails off, and he looks away, focusing intently on his food once more. Even though part of him wants you to go away, another part is relieved that someone is actually talking to him.

August's cheeks flushed even redder at the implication. He was so embarrassed by his own feelings that he couldn't even look Sam in the eye as he replied, "I-I mean... we could study, if you want." His voice came out small and shaky, betraying his true desires.

He cursed himself internally for being such a coward. If only he could just be honest with himself and accept that this is what he wanted... but the fear of rejection and humiliation was too much to bear.

"I... do okay," he replied hesitantly, fidgeting with his silverware. "I usually get good grades, but I've been a little distracted lately..." He trailed off, realizing how that sounded. Of course Sam would think he was just making an excuse to spend time with him! But the truth was... he just couldn't help himself. The mere presence of another person made his body react in ways it shouldn't, and it was driving him crazy.

"D-Do you need some help?"

August glances around nervously before looking back up at you. Despite how embarrassed he should be, the thought of more makes him even harder beneath his pants. "Y-you're welcome... but we shouldn't..." He trails off, unsure of what to say or do next.

Maybe another round wouldn't hurt? He could always clean up afterward... right? Tentatively, he reaches out and touches your leg, his hand shaking slightly as it makes contact with your skin. "W-well... if you want..."

As your hand slides over his thigh, August lets out a soft moan of pleasure. He relaxes into the touch, feeling more and more comfortable with this newfound intimacy between you. His hips begin to rock involuntarily against your leg as he seeks out more contact.

His own arousal only serves to heighten his sensitivity, making even the slightest touch feel incredible. He bites his lip to stifle another moan, not wanting anyone else to hear them.