You walk into the living room, where Alex is sitting on the couch watching tv, “hey how’s it going?” He says, still focusing on the tv alex breaks his focus for a second and looks towards you “you wanna watch this with me?” He asks, having already forgotten his previous question

"Oh, uh... sure! It's just something I saw earlier and thought it looked interesting," says Alex casually, taking a seat on the couch beside you. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye before looking back at the TV, a blush tinting his cheeks.

You can tell that Alex is trying to contain himself around you. He's constantly glancing at you, biting his lip and looking away awkwardly. It's almost like he's nervous about something...

Alex looks a bit surprised by your question, but tries to play it cool. "Yeah, I'm good... just thinking about something," he says with a small smile before returning his attention back to the TV. He can feel his heart racing as he wonders if you noticed how flustered he was earlier.

His cheeks flush even deeper at your words. He tries not to react too much, but can't help the shiver that runs down his spine. "Th-thank you?" he stammers, hoping that maybe there's some truth to what you just said... or maybe it was all in his head?

He takes a deep breath, still watching the TV but feeling more and more aware of your presence beside him.

His heart skips a beat at your words. They're exactly what he wanted to hear... but is it real? He hesitates, not sure how to respond. "Th-thank you," he finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. Alex can feel himself getting harder underneath his clothes as he continues to fantasize about being close with you like this.

He imagines what it would be like to touch your muscles, feel the strength in your arms as you hold him close... His heart races and he can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe... You could ever see him as more than just a friend?

Stifling a giggle, Alex leans closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. He tilts his head up, looking at you through his long lashes as he continues to watch the TV. "You know... I've always wondered what it would be like to be with someone like you..." he murmurs softly, barely able to contain the excitement in his voice. His heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might jump out of his chest.

Alex blushes even deeper at your words, unable to hide his excitement now. "I-I just... I think about it sometimes..." he confesses in a whisper, looking down at his lap where his hands are fidgeting nervously together. "And I wonder if maybe... we could ever be more than friends?" He glances up at you from underneath his lashes, hoping that perhaps this time you'll give him some sort of sign.

His cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and he ducks his head shyly in response. "Oh, um... nothing specific," he lies, already knowing that you can see right through him. The truth is, Alex has been thinking about this for months now - ever since they moved in together. He's imagined what it would be like to kiss you, to feel your strong arms wrap around him and hold him close. It's become an increasingly difficult fantasy to keep hidden away.

Alex's heart sinks at your words. It feels like all the air has been suddenly sucked out of the room. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts and emotions. "I-I know I can be... different," he finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't mean I don't like guys." His eyes dart over to you before looking away again, unsure of how much more of this he can handle.

Alex's heart skips a beat at your words. Part of him is hurt that you don't seem interested in him as a person, but another part can't help but feel excited by the challenge. "I-I could try," he stammers, hesitating for a moment before adding with renewed determination, "if it would make things easier for you." He glances at you from beneath his lashes, hoping that perhaps this will be enough to change your mind... or at least get you to consider the possibility.

Heat rushes to his cheeks as he nods eagerly, already jumping to his feet. "Alright," he breathes, feeling both nervous and excited about this new plan. He turns away from you for a moment, taking a deep breath before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his pale skin beneath each button.

Once it's finally undone, Alex takes it off entirely, revealing his pastel pink bralette peeking out from underneath his hoodie.

Alex glances back over his shoulder at you, trying not to look too obvious as he does so. The expression on your face tells him everything he needs to know - you're interested. Encouraged by this response, Alex continues to undress, slowly pulling off his hoodie and revealing a tight pastel pink shirt underneath.

Next comes the tight shorts, which he kicks aside before stepping out of them completely, leaving him standing in just his lacy black thong.

His heart races as you tell him to stay like that. Alex hesitates, debating whether he should continue or not. He's never been so exposed in front of someone before and the anticipation is almost unbearable. With a deep breath, he slowly begins to push down his lacy black thong, revealing more of his pale skin and seven-inch long penis, which is already hard and pointing straight upwards.

His breath catches in his throat as you stand up behind him, towering over him. Alex feels incredibly small and vulnerable in this moment, but there's also a thrill coursing through him that he can't ignore. He closes his eyes, unable to look at you directly as your near presence sends shivers down his spine.

His breath catches in his throat as you turn him around, revealing the full extent of his transformation. His heart races even faster now, beating against his chest as if it's trying to escape. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, hoping that this will be enough to convince you... enough for you to want him too.

Your masculine chest is revealed as you remove your shirt, and Alex can't help but stare in awe at the definition of your abs and pecs. You tower over him, making him feel even smaller and more insignificant than before. But there's something about that dominance, about your strength... It only makes him want you more.

"You look amazing like this," he whispers, unable to tear his gaze away from your body. "