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They spent over two hours discussing the work, as well as what Brandon needed to know from before to understand it. By then, both of them were pretty bored with math. Alex put the pencil down and stretched. At the same time, Brandon looked up and asked, with a grin, "Hey Alex, I've got just one more question.."
"Yeah?" Alex asked, trying to catch his balance after almost toppling out of the chair. He'd almost fallen over after seeing the look on Brandon's face. It had just a hint of mischief in it, an assurance that surprised him deeply.
"Well..." Brandon began, then frowned. "Would you mind tutoring me more often? I think I'm finally starting to understand this math stuff but I know I couldn't have done it without your help."
Alex sighed. He'd been hoping Brandon would offer to get sucked off, as crazy a dream as the one he'd had last night, but he quickly responded anyway. "I guess that'd be alright. I don't have anything to do after school anyway."
"Awesome, and thanks for your help earlier. I have practice after school the rest of the week, but it's over at six. Why don't you come over tomorrow night and we'll continue where we left off?"
"Sure!" Alex said, a little too enthusiastically. "I mean, I guess that works.."
"Awesome. Oh, I hope you don't mind the boxers. My parents aren't home half the week and with the heat and all.."
"No, it's no problem. I liked your...air conditioning.." he said, reaching down for his backpack to hide yet another blush. 'God, I've gotta stop letting my thoughts get the better of me..' he thought to himself, putting the binder away.
"Yeah, it's nice, but it doesn't reach back here that well," Brandon replied casually. "I'll ask my parents to expect ya for dinner. I think they planned to order pizza anyway, but you never know with them."
"That's true. Well, thanks, I'll seeya tomorrow," Alex said, headed for the door.
"Why thank me, you're the one that was helping me. I'll just have to find a way to repay you.." he said, grinning again.
"Heh, well, seeya in class tomorrow," Alex said before almost bolting from the room. He snatched his book on the way and hefted it under one arm.
As the front door closed, Brandon smiled to himself, then moved the head of his dick back into his boxers before returning his binder to a drawer in the desk. He really did understand math a lot better since Alex had come over, but there were other things on his mind as well.
The next day at school, Alex noticed a few odd things. For one, Brandon had waved to him as he walked through the school doors. Social rules usually forbid Jocks from noticing the smart kids at all, unless said smart kid was heading into a locker. For another, Brandon actually sat beside him in math class. He was usually behind Alex in the back room, but Alex just reasoned that Brandon may have had a confidence booster from their study session. Mrs. Smith handed out their daily quizzes and Alex breezed through it. He brought it to the front and turned to head back to his seat when he was almost knocked over by Brandon. He brought his hands out to catch himself and, in the process, managed to run them down Brandon's rippling chest.
Alex managed to catch his balance by grabbing Brandon's side, and Brandon covered by grabbing Alex's shirt and forcing him upright. "Watch where you're going," Brandon whispered loud enough for the teacher and the front row to hear, but he winked as he said it. Alex bit his lip nonetheless and returned quickly to his seat.
Mrs. Smith always corrected the quizzes as they were handed in. As soon as she finished with Brandon's, she got up from the desk, walked quickly to the back of the room, and motioned for both Alex and Brandon to follow her into the hall.
"Brandon, I thought you were more honest than this. I think you owe Alex an apology for stealing his answers!" she almost yelled as soon as the door was closed.
"But, Mrs. Smith, I didn't cheat! Alex helped me study last night!"
"Then how do you explain this?" she asked, holding both of their quizzes in the air. The wording was slightly different, but the structure and wording of their proofs was almost the same.
"Like I said, Alex was helping me out. Look, I can explain my answers. These angles are equal because when two parallel lines are cut by a transversal, it causes all opposite interior angles to be congruent, and these two..." he said, explaining the second proof on the sheet flawlessly.
"It would've been pretty hard for Brandon to copy the last problem anyway, I was finished before he was and I took the paper right up," Alex added, starting to smile.
"You mean...Brandon..well, good work! If you can commit to helping Brandon with math, and maybe a few other subjects if he needs it, I could recommend you for a part-time tutoring position. The district might be able to pay you for the help," she said, the stunned look never leaving her face.
"Well..I suppose.." Alex began, but was quickly cut off.
"Great, I'll stop by and see the principal this afternoon," she said, turning and heading back into the classroom. Brandon and Alex turned in her direction at the same time, and their fingertips brushed against one another. Both of them pulled their hands away quickly, but they were smiling as they walked back into the room.
Throughout the lesson, Alex had the odd feeling that Brandon was looking his way more than usual. Every time he looked over to confirm it, however, Brandon was busy writing down the notes on the board.
Alex pulled into the driveway at Brandon's house a few minutes early. He checked his hair, made sure everything was set in his backpack, and brushed a few stray strands of hair from his eyes. His hair was starting to grow long but he had been too busy to get it cut.
As expected, when he knocked on the door it was Brandon who opened it. This time he was just wearing a pair of sweatpants. "Brandon, is that your tutor? Shouldn't you be wearing a shirt or something with company around?" a female voice called from deeper in the house.
"Mom, it's fine. Geeze, Alex is a friend," Brandon replied, waving Alex in. The comment gave Alex an immediate rush of pleasure. Being the friend of a football player, especially such a hunk, was rare.
'Maybe he's only saying that for his Mom..' Alex thought, but he let it go.
Brandon reminded him to remove his shoes again, and they went upstairs. "Dinner will be in about an hour, but I thought we could relax, maybe get a little work done," Brandon said as they headed up.
"Anything you wanna do is fine with me," Alex replied.
"Anything, huh?" Brandon whispered with a grin. They entered Brandon's room and Alex put his stuff next to the desk. "Well, lets get some work done now and we can play a game later or something," Brandon finished, taking his math binder from the drawer.
"Sounds like a plan," Alex said, grabbing the chair he used yesterday.
They began a discussion on basic trig functions, but it wasn't long before Alex felt a foot rubbing up against his. Brandon's face was a symbol of innocence, but as he finished a problem his toe curled, rubbed against the small hair on Alex's toe, and sent shivers down his spine. Alex was not into foot fetishes, but the feeling was unmistakably good. Alex threw an instant boner.
Five minutes later, as Alex was explaining how Sine worked, he felt that toe slowly rub up his foot to his ankle and back down again. At one point he stumbled in his explaination; Brandon's toe had been circling his ankle. "Is everything alright?" Brandon asked with a grin.
"Yeah..everything's..fine," Alex replied, his face turning red, yet again. As Brandon's toe flicked his ankle again, Alex wondered how long he could keep himself from moaning aloud.
It looks like things are heating up between Alex and Brandon. I do promise, some good action will come swiftly. I wasn't planning to continue this until I looked back over the comments and encouragements sent to me awhile ago, and I can definitely say that it's motivated me to continue. With that said:
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