Page 26 of Untouchable Player

I tell my dick to behave and wash myself mechanically and get out of there as quickly as possible.

Nate’s sitting at his computer when I come back out. His eyes widen when he sees me in just a towel and I explain I left my bag with my clean clothes out there.

“Oh, yeah, sure, um…” he stutters and as I close the bathroom door to get changed, I realise I’m smiling.

Nate can’t even look me in the eye when we go back down to the kitchen to study. For some reason, his shyness helps me to focus and I get a plan of my essay finished with time to spare.

Nate sits back in his chair, “you know Jesse, I think you understand all of this more than you realise.”

I just blink at the notebook.

“You probably don’t need me to tutor you anymore. You have your essay plan now and you know what you’re doing, I can proof read your essay for you when you’re finished, but I’m sure your professor will be happy to…”

As he talks, my heart sinks. He wants to get rid of me. I’m eating into his time. I get it. And that girl I keep seeing him with, is that his girlfriend? I’m an idiot.

“Sure, I mean… yeah, thanks, you’ve been great.”

“I mean, if you want to keep studying, we can…”

Is he blushing right now?

“Uh, yeah, I mean, sure that’d be… cool.”

Idiot.

“You wanna grab some snacks and come up to my room? I have an essay I need to work on and all my notes are on the computer.”

He wants to study with me in his room?

“Yeah, uh, sure.”

We grab some Doritos, which I don’t even think he likes, and Twinkies and head back up to Nate’s bedroom.

He tells me to sit on the bed while he works on the computer and at first, it’s weird as fuck. But then I start getting into what I’m reading in Professor Williams’ book, and with all the stuff I’ve talked about with Nate, it makes a lot more sense than it did before. Maybe I just needed to talk about it with someone who didn’t make me feel like I’m a complete idiot. Not that prof is a bad teacher, just… she intimidates the fuck out of me. Nate intimidates me too, but in a completely different way. And it’s so much easier when you’re not in that setting. A classroom or a lecture hall or seminar room. Other students all looking at you, judging your chipped tooth and broken nose and knowing you’re on the hockey team and so must be a braindead idiot.

Nate’s been staring at his computer for hours by the time I’ve had enough. I’ve ate nearly all the Doritos and like three Twinkies and I need to get outside and spread my legs.

Nate looks up from his laptop when he hears me move.

“Hey, feel like taking a break?”

He chews his lip and okay, he has nice lips.

“C’mon Nate, you need a break, you’ve been studying for hours.”

“I always study for hours.”

“Every day?”

His cheeks get pink and my stomach knots.

“Okay, break time.”

I turn to leave the room, waiting for him to follow, when he doesn’t, I remind him that I could easily carry him if I wanted. I laugh when he widens his eyes. Obviously I’m not going to pick the guy up, that’d be weird. Wouldn’t it? But he follows me anyway.

“You should put a jacket on,” I tell him when we reach the front door.

“Where are we going?”

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