This one is for Tutoring Lucas, and is just as good as the previous review! :o)
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David watched Lucas Stevenson gnaw at the end of his pen and wished he was putting his lips to better use. He wasn’t fussy how they were used, as long as they were on one of his body parts.
The guy was pure sex. Two years of competing on the university’s swimming team had left him with the kind of body you saw in underwear ads or on the front of GQ, but he’d never developed the attitude that went with it. David knew for a fact he was gay, too, as he’d seen him about campus with several of his boyfriends. Lucky bastards.
Lucas’s sculpted eyebrows furrowed, and he glanced up at David. “I don’t understand this.”
David leaned over the cafeteria table. “Which part?”
“The second section. It’s not making sense to me.”
“Here.” He flipped to an earlier chapter of the book and talked Lucas through the part he was having difficulty with. “That help?”
“Tons.” Lucas smiled. “Thank God for tutors.”
David gave a perfunctory smile in response, then dropped his head to his own book to hide his blush. He’d had no interest in the tutor program at first—it’s not like he needed the credits—but when he’d heard his crush of the last two years needed help with his math course, he’d signed up like a shot. After a dull few weeks mentoring someone else, he got lucky and had been assigned to Lucas.
It’s not like the guy wasn’t smart, either. He’d gotten into the university just fine, and had no difficulty with most stuff. He just had a hard time with some parts, and David was happy to talk him through them. He’d like to do a few other things with him too. That would take balls, though. Lucas’s watch beeped and he glanced at it, then closed his book and stood. “Training time. Thanks for the help, David.” He thrust out a hand. “It’s appreciated.”
It was probably David’s imagination, but the handshake lasted a little longer than normal. Lucas broke it with a smile and walked toward the exit of the cafeteria. After a few feet he turned back.
“You watching the semi-finals next week?”
“If I have time, yeah. There are a couple of big exams headed my way soon, though.”
He nodded. “Well, if you can make it, let me know. I’ll get you a good seat.”
How about a seat on your cock? David felt himself color. “Thanks, I’ll let you know.”
The book is available on Dreamspinner's website.