Page 23 of Tutoring Mr. Hotshot

Andry:I still want to meet with you. Where would be better for you?

I go to the locker room to change into something less sweat soaked. While I don’t think he’d mind, I want to be perfect for my little genius. I need him to think of me in all the best ways, including smelling sexy.

My phone comes with me into the shower, since I have a feeling a delay in my reply might make him scared again. I don’t want that at all.

I’m rinsing off the last of my soap when he finally answers. I smile down at my phone like an idiot.

My Little Genius:Honestly, I’m the best at home. But I live with Ma, and she might not be all that understanding that we’re friends. She’ll have a million questions for you and try to overfeed you with whatever she’s made.

My Little Genius:We should just go get pizza or something.

Andry:Are you out of the library?

My Little Genius:Yeah, I’m on the bench out front. I didn’t know where to go next.

I dial his number as soon as I see he’s in a space to talk. He answers on the first ring with a shy, “Hi?”

“Hello, little genius. I would very much like to meet your ma. She sounds amazing.”

He sputters. “But… but that’s a big deal. She might get the wrong idea.”

“Wrong idea? I don’t think so.”

“She’s going to think we’re dating. I’ve never brought anyone home.”

“Then I’m glad to be the first,” I say with pride.

Rodney sighs, then hums. “I guess it’ll be ok. Let me text her to be sure, then we can meet.”

I’ve already put on my clothes as we were talking, and my bag is on my shoulder. He might not want to agree with me, but I’m still going to see him today. I have to. I’ve missed him far too much already.

“Keep me on the phone while you text. I want to know right away.”

The truth is more like I don’t want to stop talking to him. Losing this connection bothers me. I want to be surrounded by him, whether it’s his voice or in person.

I just need to be around him.

My little genius already has me wrapped around his finger, and he doesn’t even know it. I wonder what he’ll do when it hits him.

I jog across campus at a slow pace, careful not to breathe too heavily on the line. Rodney mutters down at his phone. Sadly, I can’t make out a word of it between all the people trying to get my attention and my focus on heading in the right direction. Too many students want to get close to athletes at this college. They treat us like gods, worshipping the ground we walk on.

It’s fucking annoying.

Before coming here, I worked hard to memorize the map of the school. I didn’t want to be the guy who got lost in the first week. Most of it is easy enough. And since I’ve already been to the library, it’s not too hard to get there.

When I get close, Rodney’s head pops up, almost as if he could feel my eyes on him.That’s right, little genius. Daddy’s here now.

I jolt at the word, even though it’s only in my head. What I wouldn’t give to hear it from Rodney’s lips though.

On top of being gay and hiding it, I’ve been holding back on the kinks I’ve wanted to explore. It would have only put more attention on me.

But now I have my little genius, and I can’t imagine not being his Daddy. I want to care for him, love him, spoil him. I want him to need me so much that we’re practically codependent.

Is it wrong? Maybe.

Do I care? No.

“Rodney,” I growl as I finish the last few paces to him.

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