The car enters through large swinging gates, into a courtyard that loops around a central garden. This is the Pearson family mansion, one of the largest shipping companies in the world. As they enter the house, maids open the doors for them as they rush inside through the rain. 

Sage looks around the central lobby. Zach's family is old money--shipping has always been a lucrative industry, and they were in no way ashamed by that history, given the enormous size of the estate. 

And the family portrait across from the entrance beside the stairwell. The portrait was commissioned a few years ago, when Zach's father remarried. He was shorter then, and stood in front of his father, and beside him, his step brother and mother. 

Zach notices Sage looking at the portrait too. Maybe they should have taken the back entrance instead if it meant avoiding the embarrassment. 

They begin walking up the winding wooden stairs that revolve around a large central hall. A chandelier hangs high and glitters under the light. "The guestrooms are up here," Zach tells Sage. It is strange. He has not brought shown anyone the estate in years. 

They are in the restroom, and Zach fetches a towel for Sage.

"Sorry for bothering you," Sage says as he presses the warm towel against his face. 

"Not at all," This is my pleasure, Zach thinks. "Will you be okay wearing my clothes? We have a similar build so I think it should be fine. We can put your clothes into the dryer but it'll take a while."

"Thanks," Sage says as he casually begins to peel off his shirt, revealing the bottom of this stomach.

Zach abruptly turns around in embarrassment. "W-well, I'll go get the clothes. If you need anything else, you can call for Samantha. I-I'll leave now."

Zach books it for the exit before his ears can heat up.

When the door shuts nicely behind him, Zach takes a deep breath and covers his face with both hands.

OH MY GOD SAGE IS IN MY HOUSE, THE FUCKING SAGE LET ME DIE!!! He screams internally, heat rising.

Samantha peeks around the corner. Her long brown hair is tied into a bun and freckles dot the bridge of her nose. "Anything wrong Mr. Zach?"

"N-no, not at all," Zach says despite his red face.

Samantha giggles, clearly understanding what's going on. She had clearly seen Zach stealing glances at the new guest. "Oh, if you say so." Samantha has been working here long enough to see through everything Zach doesn't want other people to see. Perhaps it is because they were of a similar age. Not friends exactly. 

"Also, I said you don't have to call me Mr. Zach, that's so weird," he says, trying to change the topic.

"It's my job," she replies. And then she has an idea. "On a second note, why don't you ask the guest to over for the night. It seems to be thundering quite hard outside and it doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon."

Zach looks at the tall windows at the end of the hall. The rain beats down across the glass, and the trees bow against the wind, shaking in their strength.

It would be mean to make him go back home in this weather, he thinks.

Zach steps into the shower and lets the water embrace his body. It suddenly occurs to him that Sage was also in the shower down the hall, and naked. He imagines Sage's well-built body as Sage cleans himself with soap and below... Zach suddenly shakes his head. What the fuck? Don't imagine other people.

But it is too late. Zach feels his length throb and erect.

Fuck.

After Zach has washed, he sees Sage in the hall. He has a towel across his shoulders. Zach can't help to notice the water droplets that trail down Sage's neck, but he doesn't notice Sage talking.

"Sorry what?"

"I just wanted to say thanks again," Sage repeats.

"Oh, yeah yeah, no problem," Zach replies. He's wearing my clothes!! shit shit. He can't let his mind wander to other thoughts.

If Sage notices, he does not say anything. He smiles, and it makes Zach's heart jump again. "Oh, also, thanks for letting me stay over for the night."

"What?"

"Yeah, Samantha asked me, and it's really a lifesaver." As if on cue, it thunders again in the distance. " I really don't think I could get home in this weather."

Zach turns around and sees Samantha across the hall. She gives a thumbs up and a wink.

Samantha, I'll repay you someday, Zach promises in his mind. "No worries."

And so Sage stays. The night falls as fast and silently as one's shadow. They eat, they talk, and finally Sage shows him to the spare bedroom for the night. 

"Sage, if you need anything, I'm going to be in the room right down the hall."

"Okay," Sage replies, sitting on the bed. Zach needs to leave soon, or else he'll be in trouble.

"W-well, see you tomorrow." He says.

"See you."

As Zach enters his bed that night, he tries not to think about how Sage is in the next room. His crush, just rooms away, sleeping soundly. Soon, Zach too drifts off to sleep.

But only hours later, Zach awakes again. This time, from heat and pleasure. He blinks and looks down and finds Sage between his legs, lips pressed against Zach's dick. 

A/N

Another chapter baby. Sorry it was a little bit late, I was really sick last week, so I just gave up trying to write a chapter. 

Also, more spiceyness next week. :))) And we'll finally reveal Sage's true nature if you know what I mean *winks*

Please comment or even vote if you enjoy this piece of words typed on the internet (I don't have the guts to call it writing lol)