Page 12 of Until Him

He punches my arm when I don’t give him more than that. “Come on, Logan. Tell me something.”

“No,” I say and push past him, pulling my backpack over my shoulders. I have to get to class. This is one of the easier ones too. The Rise of Digital Culture. My counselor said it would be a piece of cake, and they weren’t wrong. I have a B in it. Not too bad, if you ask me. But still not good enough to bring my entire GPA up. My other two classes are C’s. So, as it stands, I need a passing grade in chemistry to make sure I can still play.

“Hey, why all the secrets?” Finn asks jogging alongside me.

I stop abruptly and face my best friend. “Because, man, I’m processing shit….”

His eyebrows slam together, and all teasing slips off of his face. “Is it bad? Do you hate it? You know we can find other options….”

I shake my head and swallow roughly. I don’t want to find someone else to tutor me, and to be honest, there’s a small part of me that’s looking forward to our next session.

And therein lies the problem.

I kind of like what Theo and I are doing. And so does my dick.

“You’re making me nervous. Come on. Are you okay?” Finn asks.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just processing shit, as I said. I have to go.”

Finn reaches out and grabs onto my arm. “You can talk to me. No judgment. Remember that.”

I give him a clipped nod. Iwilltalk to him about it, but I need to make sense of it all in my head before I go spouting off.

I want what I say to make sense, so I need it to make sense to me first.

Sprinting to class, I barely make it in time. I slip into a seat in the back of the class and pull out my laptop, setting it on the desk. I open up a new document, and my fingers clack loudly on the keyboard as the professor begins to lecture, and I try to stay focused, I really do, but my mind wanders into dark alleys and lurks about mischievously.

I end up thinking about Theo—the shape of his hard body, the feel of his dick in my hand, that mysterious tattoo on his side, his smell—and about how I don’t hate any of it.

When I finally shake my thoughts free of him, I glance around and realize my cheeks are burning.

Shit.

My dick is hard too.

I shift in my seat and stare intently at the computer screen. Focus, Logan. I need to keep my grade up in this class.

Easier said than done.

* * *

I’m sitting on the floor of Theo’s apartment, my book in my lap as he explains a chemical formula I can’t for the life of me make sense of—mainly because I keep thinking about his cock. I can’t help it. All I can smell is him and it’s making me horny.

I wonder what kind of deodorant he uses. Or maybe it’s his soap. Or maybe it’s justhim.

He’s wearing more clothes today than I’ve ever seen him in. Tight jeans and a checkered tank top that hangs loosely on his thin frame. At one point, he shifted, and I could see his nipple. It just peeked out and said hello.

I stared at it a little too long.

I wonder if he likes them sucked on? No one has ever done that to me. I wonder if I’d like it too?

Another guy was leaving Theo’s apartment just as I arrived. Did he have his lips around Theo’s nipples? Does Theo have other people jerk him off in exchange for tutoring?

The thought makes something unfurl deep inside of me.

“Does that make sense?” Theo asks, snapping my gaze up to his.

“Uh, um, no.” None of this makes sense.

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