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He huffs a laugh. I turn to face him. He sniffs his armpits and makes a face. “That bad, huh?”
I can’t tell him that it smells kinda good. That would be weird.
“Not bad,” I say. “Just…uh, noticeable.”
“Got it.” He’s still grinning. I’m not sure anything knocks the smile off his face actually. “I’ll shower. Didn’t want you to starve waiting for dinner and practice ran long. Peter was relentless today.” He fishes out a footlong and holds it out. “Turkey, everything but onions and tomatoes.”
He remembered. Of course he remembered. I texted it.
I nod and take it. “Eat while it’s still warm.”
“Then shower.”
“Yeah. Then chemistry. Then…” I can’t finish my sentence.
“Then the other thing,” he supplies. “Yeah. Food. Shower. Chemistry. Then foreplay.” He says it like it’s a normal Friday night activity. “I’m starving, and you look as if you’re about to vibrate through the floor.”
“I’m fine.”
He just smiles. I mess with my drink, taking extra long to put the straw into it because my fingers won’t work. Then I nibble on my lip.
“Eat,” he says, his voice soft. “I’m not going to jump you over a footlong. I have some manners.”
His eyes are sparkling with humor, and I have to blink away. I sit down at my desk and unwrap my sandwich. He drops to the rug in front of his bed and opens his.
“I know. I’m just nervous.”
“Nothing to be nervous about, you’re a genius, you’ll pick up on anything I show you so fast you won’t need me to teach you anymore. And if you are nervous about teaching me, I’m a quick learner, too…I just don’t absorb it when reading.”
The last part I believe, I watched him in the lab today. He’s as smart as me. The first part is off though. I’m not nervous I won’t learn anything. I’m nervous about actually doing it. I take a bite so I don’t have to say that aloud. It’s still warm. I barely taste it.
TWELVE
DANIEL
Every muscle in my body aches. All I want to do is crawl into my bed and sleep for the next twelve hours. But I promised Quinn we would start tonight. And I really do need the help.
So I drag myself to the shower after finishing my sandwich. Turn the water on lukewarm, hoping the cooler temperature chases away the half chub I’ve been sporting since walking into the room. It’s hard, no pun intended, because the more I’m around him, the more things I find attractive. It’s a dangerous game I’m playing.
No feelings. I promise myself.
No feelings, but that doesn’t stop my cock from thickening. It might be a good idea to jerk one out while I’m in here, just so I can focus on learning and not his perfect mouth or long, thick eyelashes framing his pretty eyes.
I brace a forearm on the tile and get a hand on myself. A few strokes has me holding back a groan. And as hard as I try not to think about Quinn, my mind still slides toward his I’ll do it from this morning and the way he licked his lips when he said yes.
“Shit.”
My balls tighten, and I come with a low moan I bite back behind my teeth. Water beats down on the back of my neck, and I squeeze my eyes shut. The lust fades a little. Not all the way. But enough that I will be able to put my sweats on and sit next to him without humiliating both of us by getting hard.
I wash up quickly, splashing my cum off of the wall in the process.
When I open the door, Quinn is still at his desk. His sandwich wrapper is folded in a neat little square. And he already has his notebook open and ready. He looks up and then away, ears pink, and I decide that putting on a shirt is probably a good idea.
I pull one out of my drawer and tug it on before dropping to the floor next to his chair so I’m not sitting on his bed. My hair drips down, making my shirt damp, I reach for the towel I threw on top of my hamper and dry my hair a little more before facing him again.
“Okay. I’m ready. What are we learning first, brainy bear?”
Oookkkayyy…where the fuck did that nickname come from? He blinks at me as though he isn’t sure how to respond to it. Great, I've made things weird.
