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ELI:
I’m sure we can work something out.
I hear you’re really good at shower head.
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“Come on, you know this,” Eli says with a grin as he lifts the hem of his shirt just high enough that I can see the slightly freckled skin underneath.
“Give me a second. Your reward is also a little distracting, you know?”
“Get it wrong, and a piece of clothing goes back on.”
“Those aren’t the rules.”
“It’s my game, so my rules.”
“Okay, so the difference between classical and Keynesian economic theory is… classical assumes the economy will fix itself in the long run, while Keynesian believes that the government has to intervene in some way to fix things like recessions or unemployment.” I’m only half confident in my answer, but he smiles and pulls his shirt all the way over his head and throws it to the floor beside my bed.
“Yes, okay. Ask me another. I want to see those pants hit the floor next.”
“Okay, here is a tough one. What is an example of opportunity cost?”
“I know this one.” I grin, and he climbs from the bed and readies himself to strip off his pants.
“Go on then.”
“Umm, so opportunity cost is like what you lose to get something.”
“I’m not sure that’s a college-level example there.”
“I wasn’t done. An example, okay. Well, this right here is a prime example.”
“What is?”
“If I spend the night studying economics instead of with you in bed making you moan my name, the opportunity cost is the orgasmic pleasure we miss out on.”
He starts laughing, shaking his head.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” I ask, climbing from the bed and grabbing him by the waist of his jeans and pulling him to me.
“Please don’t use that as your example if they ask in your real test.”
“Why? I think I’d get bonus points for originality.”
“You’ll make an impression, that’s for sure.”
“Study time’s over. I want my prize.”
“Then take it.” He grins, and I drop to my knees, taking his pants down with me, then swallow his perfect cock.
24
Eli
“Are you excited to be going home for the holidays?” Cosmo asks, and I shrug as we cuddle on the old leather couch down in the big living room. It’s got a massive brown leather sectional that wraps around in a U-shape, and at some point, someone got the idea to create a coffee table from old license plates and street signs they’d found, or stolen, with funny names like Bogan Street, 8008IES, and Goa way. There’s also an old Stop sign with decal stickers of a hammer and clock underneath the word. That one took me a second to get the reference. Cosmo chuckles a little whenever he looks at it.
Things have been pretty stressful for him these past few weeks with hockey and the attention from the scouts and teams picking up, and then with his grades needing a boost, I was more than happy to step in and lend a hand to study. I’m not across all of his subjects, though, so his coach organized a couple of tutoring sessions in those. They are working too. I should be happy that his coach is as invested in his academics as I am, but in truth,he’s only worried about his season. If Cosmo’s grades aren’t up to scratch, he can’t play, and the winning streak they appear to be on could come to a grinding halt. I mean, sure he’s just one player, but he’s like an infectious disease of confidence and calm that they need. Even if that confidence is for total show. I draw on the lightning bolt most days now for him, and he then traces over the one he put on my wrist, and it’s like I’m there with him, reminding him that he is something to someone without hockey. I guess that’s also why I’d rather be here over Christmas break if I could. Curled up on this old leather couch or in bed with Cosmo every night while the school is a relative ghost town.
