Blake's cock tents his jeans, a clear sign of his arousal. Zeno, sensing the straight boy's predicament, stands up, his own cock straining against his pants. The room is silent except for the sound of their ragged breaths. Blake's eyes dart between Zeno's crotch and his own, his mind racing with confused yet exhilarating thoughts. The gay porn playing in the background seems to be having an effect on him he can't deny.