“I can’t believe you totally, Cinderella’d me.” He grinned. “Was I supposed to chase after you, because that didn’t feel like what you wanted and I… Well, I’m not really good at this, you know,” he looked down at the table a sad smile on his face.
“Sorry. I will explain all of my baggage later. But you didn’t answer my question. Please tell me you studied some and read the rest of the chapters for your quiz.” I stared at him, my eyes narrowing as I waited for his answer.
“Yes. I read and took notes and did my best to study for the damn test.” There was so much he wanted to say, it was written all over his face. But he was trying to play by my rules, and I appreciated it.
“Good. Because I have a five-page quiz that I promise is harder than the one you will take this week. My friend in the… uh, the art department sent me copies of the quiz your teacher has used over the last few years, and I made sure to combine them all into one massive test for you. Are you ready, Mason?” I held it out and slid it across the table to him. He reached in his bag and handed me a new copy of his paper. “Did you add the stuff we talked about?” I asked, surprised.
“Yeah. I thought it would be best if I brown-nosed the teacher. I’ve always wanted to be the teacher’s pet for my grades and not my charming smile.” He dazzled me with one of his wide and handsome grins.
People always talk about how hot the twins are, but Mason is in a category all by himself.
We sat in silence for the next hour as I proofed his paper with a discerning eye, and he slowly took the quiz. He bit on his pencil when he was in deep concentration. It made me a little crazy. I wanted to be that pencil… Don’t judge me.
“Time,” I called and gestured for me to hand back the paper. “Did you finish.”
“Yeah. Twenty minutes ago… I was just double-checking all of my answers,” he said proudly. “I think I knew them. I fucking can’t believe how many I just knew the answers to without having to think too hard about them.” His face lit up. I was happy that he was proud of the work he had done. I was still in shock over the change I had seen in only a week. He really was taking this seriously. His paper proved that.
“I did a few minor corrections for you. But, Mason, that paper… I think that is A work. You should be… I’m really proud of you. The new ending for the paper was really good, and the sources you cited were perfect. I really felt like you connected to it. The way you brought the owners of sports teams and the licensing of pro athletes and compared that to the art world… I’m impressed truly.” I handed the paper to him, and I swear there were tears in his eyes.
“I’m gonna pass this class, and that is all because of you, Calvin,” he reached across the table and grabbed my hand.
“Aren’t you scared that someone will see you being affectionate to a guy?” I asked, my voice a little more forceful than I intended.
His face fell, but he still held onto my hand. “I won’t know until someone sees me, I guess. I’ve spent enough time hiding who I am, Calvin. I don’t think I really want to anymore. I guess… Well, I assume you figured out I’m gay, right?”
“The kiss did lead me in that direction,” I groaned, laughing at him squirming.
“Good, cause I was afraid at first you would think I was just messing with you, and that wasn’t it, at all,” he grinned. I got lost in the whiteness of his teeth. They were so perfect and straight as if he were the poster child for some kind of sexy man toothpaste. They were too perfect, actually. It was alarming.
How could anyone that handsome ever be into me, I mean, I wasn’t ugly by any means, but mason was a fucking Greek god. He was the model that sculptors would kill for. How could he ever…
Mason snapped his fingers in front of me.
“Earth to Calvin,” he says, chuckling at my inattention. “I asked a question. Are you just going to sit there staring?” His face is too perfect. That smile… damn. His smile is infuriating.
“No, I was just thinking about how I was going to tell you why I ran away,” I said seriously. My body might be pulling me towards him, but my mind still saw him as the threat he was. A gorgeous, muscular threat. To move that hurdle I would have to tell him about me. I would have to give him a chance to bow out gracefully. “But first, I have to grade this quiz.” I pulled out the answers from my backpack. “I didn’t know half of this shit myself.”
I checked his questions. He only got one wrong. My mouth was agape as I wrote an A on the test and handed it back to him. He beamed at me with that fucking smile and laughed that fucking sexy husky laugh of his. “I can’t fucking believe this. You are… I fucking love you!” His deep voice made my toes curl. I wanted to push him back in his chair and straddle him as I smashed my face into his. Instead, I stood up.
“Okay, that is enough for today. You are ready for the test on Wednesday, and your paper will be perfect when you fix the few grammar mistakes I found and circled for you. So let’s go talk,” I held out my hand to him. “Let’s not go to Sam’s. Play practice got out, and I don’t want to have to talk to anyone else but you tonight, okay.”
He took my hand, and I tried to haul him to his feet. Have you ever tried to help a football player out of his chair? He laughed as he pulled me into his lap instead. “I think I like you here, Calvin.”
I could feel my face flush and my dick harden. I definitely felt his. “This is not appropriate library etiquette, Mason.” Our faces were just a few inches from each other. It was making my head spin. His breath was sweet and hot, and I wanted to taste it so badly.
“First,” he held me in place. “I think we have to decide where we are going.” I felt him stiffen underneath me, and he pushed me out of his lap. “Okay, that was a bad idea.” He laughed. I glanced down. It didn’t seem like a bad idea to me, but I was not thinking straight right now. I was lust-filled and nervous about admitting my past to him. Would he see me as a broken thing? Would he still be interested? Would it scare him?
It was too much, and I wished I could run away again, but I was done with that.
I laughed as I watched him adjust himself. “Sorry, that was… well… I guess you can see what that was. You were starting to awaken the beast.” He snorted.
His bulge was impressive. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. If that was just starting to awaken, I might be scared of it when it was fully… awake.
I grabbed my bag, and he stood up and grabbed his, holding it over his crotch. “Let’s go.” He said without caring. How would that feel? To be so secure that you could walk out of the library with a semi and not even flinch about it? He must have huge balls too.
“Let’s go to the amphitheater. I doubt there are too many people around,” I offered and turned to the right to head towards the Koresh Center. “It will be a good place to talk.”
I felt his fingers brush up against my hand as we walked. Halfway there, his fingers intertwined with mine. Here I was walking hand in hand with one of the most well-known guys on campus. Everyone knew who Marcus was, and people waved at him, and he waved back as we walked. His big strong hand holding onto mine. I felt like I was on top of the world as we sauntered. Would he feel the same way after I told him my story? He needed to know, didn’t he? I needed to tell him. He deserved to know how fragile my heart was.
