Page 33 of Romance Languages

“Some guy was in here last week to fix it, but he was on his phone like a total jerkoff,” Mr. Claffy said.

My coffee cup fumbled in my hands, but I saved it before it spilled.

“Are you okay, son?” he asked.

“Yep.”

Julian snorted. “I’ll help you out.”

He got on his knees and reached into the vending machine. He grabbed the Snickers bar, but it wouldn’t come loose from the bit of metal it was stuck on. Julian kept moving it around to loosen it.

Moving it up. And down.

Julian’s fist wrapped around the candy bar.

He let out a small grunt.

Up. And down.

Was the heat turned up super high in here? Was anybody else sweating? Was anybody else sprouting wood?

Just me?

“Here.” I charged forward and banged on the glass until the Snickers bar fell, along with two bags of Doritos and a Kit Kat.

Julian handed over the Snickers to Mr. Claffy, who gave me a puzzled look.

“Thanks, Seamus.” He slunk away, looking over his shoulder at me.

“Teamwork,” Julian said with a nervous laugh.

I waited for the door to shut behind Mr. Claffy.

“So when did you want to plan our next session?” I asked.

“Oh.” Julian raised his eyebrows.

“We are on a deadline, right?”

Did I sound calm and collected or like a complete fucking horndog? Judging by Julian’s reaction, the former. Thankfully.

“About three weeks.” Julian strummed his fingers against his coffee mug. “What are you up to afterschool?”

My dick twitched. Another session less than a day after our first. Hell, I was ready.

“Shit.” My responsible brain overrode my crotch. “I have my second job, then I have to shoot some videos in the park. It’s been more than a day since I last posted, which is like a month on BlingBling.”

“I didn’t know you had a second job. That sounds tiring.”

“It’s not too bad.” I wanted to veer away from this line of discussion. If he knew about my shitty financial situation, Julian would probably want to keep his distance. “I’m shooting some videos in Renegade Park to switch things up. Doing a video about students on field trips, one about promposals.”

“Do you need help? It’s the least I can do considering you’re helping me.”

I wasn’t sure what I'd done to help except provide a willing cock. I literally lay back and let him go to town. But it would be fun to have Julian there with me. I had only made videos by myself.

I gave him a thumbs-up.

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