26. Twenty-Six
Twenty-Six
Tyler
I didn’t get a room with Seth after the game. He was paired up with Jackson, while I roomed with Haynes. Which means instead of getting to spend the night together, we texted each other. I offered to go with him to the meeting with my father, but he shrugged off that idea, saying they might not let me go in with him. I still think it’s a bad idea, but Seth has a point, too. He can’t just refuse to meet with my father being the dean.
I check the time on my phone again, but the minutes are passing by slower than an eternity. Seth still hasn’t called or messaged to let me know what happened. Father wanted to meet up before winter break, and it’s only a couple of weeks away. Seth and I already have a date scheduled for this weekend, but he won’t tell me what he has planned. My fingers drum a distracted beat on my thigh. Maybe I should walk over to my father’s office and wait there. At least that way I’ll be nearby. My phone chimes with a new notification, pulling me out of my thoughts. Instead of a text or a phone call, there’s a pop up for a video chat. I hit the pickup button, and the screen shows what seems to be the ceiling of a room.
Just as I’m starting to think Seth called me on accident, I hear his voice. “Hang on, I wanna make sure I get this straight. You want me to stop seeing your son, or I’ll be fired from my tutoring job?” he asks.
My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, and I’m about to say something when I hear another voice. “I’m afraid that having that sort of relationship with one of the students you’re currently tutoring wouldn’t look great. I’m sure you can understand.” My father’s voice is strictly business. As offhand as if he were talking about Seth giving me the answers to a test and helping me cheat rather than dating his son.
“Yes, thank you Dean Avery, I can see how that might be misunderstood. Was there anything else?” Seth’s voice sounds almost cold. I can guess the call was on purpose now, but I don’t know what it means for us. I doubt Seth can afford to lose the income he gets from the job, and I can’t ask him to quit. I don’t give a shit if my dad doesn’t approve of our relationship, but that doesn’t change the fact that he can screw over Seth.
“I’m glad we understand each other, Mr. Miller. I’d like to help you, and I think we can both benefit from this. I can put in a good word …” I stop listening to the call, hitting the button to disconnect. I’ve heard enough already and there’s no point in continuing to eavesdrop on the conversation. Seth will probably call me or something, in a bit. I’m already in crisis mode, trying to control the damage from the fallout of this. Maybe we can work out something and see each other in private without telling people. Dad doesn’t have to know, and there isn’t much time left before we finish our senior years. The fall semester is almost over, and then we just have one semester left. It’s manageable for us to sneak around for a few months. Dad can’t do anything to scare Seth off after graduation.
My phone rings and Seth’s name pops up on the screen. This time when I answer it his voice comes in clearly. “Hey, sorry about that, but I’m guessing you heard?”
“Yeah, um, I heard. Do you want to come to my room, and we can talk?”
“Already on my way. I just wanted to make sure you still wanted me there. I didn’t plan to call you originally, but I didn’t want to have you doubt what I told you.”
“No, it’s fine. Thanks for letting me listen in. It’s one thing to assume my dad is an asshole and another thing to hear him plotting to fuck me over,” I say sarcastically.
Miller laughs, and I can picture the way he’s shaking his head. “It could always be worse. All he threatened was my job. He could’ve said he was to kick me out of school or something.”
“Don’t downplay it, it’s still an abuse of power. He shouldn’t be able to threaten you at all. I’m sorry.”
“Hey shh, it’s okay. Come let me in, I’m almost to the house,” Seth tells me, ending the call.
I make my way through the house to the front door. Seeing Seth there, I pull him in for a hug and press my lips to his. I don’t care who sees us. It’s a real nonissue at the moment. I need to know that Seth still wants this, and from the way his tongue caresses mine, it reassures me. He’s grinning as we pull apart and head to my room. “I was thinking, your dad said it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to date someone I’m currently tutoring. That just means we can’t date this semester,” Seth says, and I look at him with a doubtful expression. “I won’t be your tutor next semester. You’ll be done with your Bio class. Even if he tries anything at that point, it really doesn’t matter. We just have to get through finals.”
He’s got a point, even if I don’t want to hear it. We just started dating. I don’t want to go back into the closet. It was hard enough coming out the first time. Still, if it means Seth gets to keep his job, maybe it won’t be horrible. “So, no kissing in public?” I ask.
“No,” Seth answers with a laugh. “We’ll have to be more careful about being seen together. Between library study sessions and hanging out with the team, though, it’s not like we’re ever really away from each other. You and I will still know that we’re dating, we just won’t be announcing it.”
“Does that mean no more sneaking into each other’s beds?” I ask with a smirk. Seth answers by taking a step closer to me and pulling me in for a kiss. “I think you can manage a couple of weeks.”
I lick my lips still tasting him on me. “I’m not so sure. I might need a little reminder of what I’m missing out on.”
Seth shakes his head at me and pushes my shoulders, giving me a nudge towards the bed. In a matter of minutes, I’m lying on my back while he straddles my hips. With the layers of clothes between us, we’re getting nowhere fast, but that doesn’t mean my dick isn’t into it. “Are you trying to get me to fuck you?” Seth grinds his hips into mine, teasing me with exactly what I want.
A groan escapes my lips, but I bite it back. “I’m not not trying to do that.”
Seth grabs my hands, moving them over my head as he holds my wrists down with one of his hands. The other hand pushes my shirt up and my eyes are glued to the movement of his finger as it circles my nipple. “Wish I could have watched you like this,” Seth tells me. “You have such a pretty expressive face, and I want to see your flushed cheeks as I slide into you.” He pinches the nub of my nipple and I moan. “Damn baby, you aren’t making this easy.”
“I know. I’m rock hard right now,” I tell him.
Seth’s hand moves lower, tracing down to my belly button and following my treasure trail to the buckle of my jeans. My dick strains at the zipper, pushing out the fabric of my briefs as he unzips my pants. “Please?” I ask when he pauses.
“Please what, baby? What do you want me to do?” Seth asks, teasing me with the faint brush of his fingertips over the tip of my cock.
“Want you,” I moan. “Your mouth, your cock, anything. Please, I want to please you and get you off.” I wanna get off too, but more than that I want to reassure Seth. I’m not in this just to explore anymore. I want to show Seth that I want to be with him.
He unzips my jeans, helping me shove them down my hips along with the briefs. He quickly strips off his own clothes, tossing his athletic shorts and boxers somewhere in the room. Seth readjusts his position again, but this time my cock is pressed between his thighs. My cock rubs against his. Seth doesn’t have to ask where the lube is this time as he reaches over to the nightstand to grab the bottle. He slicks up his hand and wraps it tightly around both of us. I barely get a partial stroke before his other hand pins my wrists above my head again. I never thought I’d be into something like this, but I’m hard and more excited than I’ve ever been.
The way he’s on top of me almost makes me think what it would be like if I were to fuck him. With how his legs straddle my hips, it’s like he’s riding me cowgirl style, or uh, cowboy style, I guess. Either way, it wouldn’t take much to alter our positions so I could fuck up into him. Except there’s no denying right now that Seth is the one leading this show. His legs are spread wide so my dick lines up with his and he strokes both of us in a slow, steady rhythm. It’s not enough to get me off, but it feels damn good. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” he asks as his thumb circles the head of my cock.
“Feels good,” I answer with a shake of my head, biting my lip. “But I need more.”
“More? What happened to anything to get me off? What if what I want is to watch you squirm with your dick against mine? You look so fucking pretty with those red cheeks.” He leans in and presses a quick kiss to my cheek. “Can’t wait to see you blush that way when I fuck you. You gonna let me see you next time? Maybe I’ll let you ride me.” Seth shifts his hips, grinding his ass into my thighs. “I can fill that tight little hole of yours and please you until you forget your own name.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, no longer able to hold back my orgasm. The combination of Seth’s amazingly dirty mouth and the way his hand worked me over sent me right over the edge.
He pulls back, letting go of my wrists but keeping a grip on the base of my erection. With a quick glance in my direction, he lowers his lips to suck on the head of my cock. It twitches, making a valiant attempt to rise to the occasion, but that’s not happening immediately. “Wanna get you off,” I tell him with a groan. “Lie back on the bed.”