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bulky, were made of very toned and defined muscle.
    His eyes drifted across Kyle’s chest. Nicely defined pecs pulled the fabric tight and hung a little loose underneath. His nipples poked at the cotton, longing to be free, yearning to be licked and caressed.
    Dustin became suddenly aware Kyle finished speaking long ago. His cheeks warmed with embarrassment as he met Kyle’s eyes. Kyle grinned self-consciously, but seemed flattered at the same time.
    “Uh, yeah,” Dustin said, nervously. “So what’s your plan, oh, wise teacher?” He tried injecting some light humor, to gloss over being caught staring.
    Kyle smiled pleasantly. His teeth shone, contained in a perfect grin. Light speckles of facial hair glimmered in the light, the blond color sparkling as he moved, like Prince Charming in an old animated fairy tale.
    “We can start with you showing me how you’d proceed through a few basic problems.”
    “Okay.” Dustin did his best to refrain from staring at Kyle’s perfect body. He flipped to a clean sheet in his notebook. “Give me a question.”
    Kyle searched through his pile and pulled out a paper. His chair clattered loudly in the half-empty cafeteria as he inched closer to Dustin.
    Dustin’s heart raced, threatening to punch through his ribcage. He blinked several times to tamp down the rising rush of heat. Despite his best efforts, Dustin knew a blush crept up his neck, slowly overtaking his cheeks.
    “Here you go.” Kyle leaned forward to place the problem sheet just above the notebook. Their knees brushed in the movement and Dustin’s cock bounced. Rock hard the entire time, it now throbbed as the scent of Kyle’s body reached his nostrils.
    “O-o-okay,” he stammered out. He wondered what was going on in Kyle’s mind—and his pants—right now. Did he fight to control his urges, too? Or feel nothing? He glanced at Kyle out of the corner of his eye, but it seemed he studiously avoided eye contact.
    Dustin scribbled out the matrix from the question sheet. He managed to keep his hand steady enough, the numbers were legible. Silently, he worked out a few row operations.
    “Hang on right there,” Kyle said, gently. “You made an error in the last step. Can you see it?”
    Dustin couldn’t concentrate at all. The fact he managed to complete three steps without Kyle interrupting absolutely confounded him. His neurons simply weren’t firing properly, weren’t connecting or putting cohesive thoughts together. He scanned the system of numbers, willing himself into identifying his mistake.
    Kyle picked up on his struggle. He pointed out a specific digit with his pencil, his hand brushing gently across Dustin’s. Kyle recoiled slightly at the accidental touch, inciting a desire deep inside Dustin to take his warm hand and hold it tightly.
    What the fuck was going on with him? Never in his life had he felt like this around someone.
    Dustin stared at the number Kyle pointed out. “Ah, I dropped the negative in rewriting the second line.” He fixed the error and continued.
    They progressed through a few more problems, with Kyle interrupting him periodically to point out mistakes he really should have stopped making after the second lecture.
    “So, when can we meet again?” Dustin asked as their allotted hour approached its end. He tried, and failed, to will the clock to go back several minutes to give them just a few more moments of togetherness.
    Kyle pulled out his planner, laying it on the table before him. “We can meet next week at this time,” he said, avoiding the hungry stare Dustin gave him. Disappointment flooded through Dustin. He glanced at the planner. “I’d like to meet sooner so I can get these basics under my belt as quick as possible. I do have a test coming up, after all. Can we meet tomorrow? Even for just half an hour?”
    Kyle tilted his head, weighing things. Likely, his indecision revolved entirely around what happened Saturday and nothing to do with his schedule. He