“Notice that the only way that we can raise an integer to an integer power and get a fraction as an answer is for the exponent to be negative.  So, we know that the exponent has to be negative. Right?” Kit asked.

Saint, the student he was tutoring, stared down at the paper like it had sprouted wings. “Uh…” he looked between the math problem and his tutor. “Yes?”

Kit smiled at him. “Come on, Saint. I noticed that it helped when we do an example, so let’s try one of the problems in the text.”

“It doesn’t even matter. I’m going to fail the midterm without you, Kit.” Saint dropped his pencil and sat back in his chair. The chair made an awkward squeaking noise against the floor, causing others in the library to look over in annoyance. “Coach is going to kick me off the team, and then what will I have?”

Kit leaned against the desk and took a deep breath. “Don’t give up yet. I’m not giving up on you. I know you know this stuff, you’re just… overthinking it.”

Saint rubbed tiredly at his neck. “I just can’t focus right now. Can we pick this up tomorrow?”

“I won’t be around tomorrow,” Kit told him. Tomorrow was Bentley’s interview on Sami Perez’s talk show, and he wanted to be there for it. He felt like he needed to be there for it. He couldn’t trust the daytime host as far as he could throw her. “If you feel like sacrificing your Friday morning, I’m willing to stick around campus so that we can study.”

Saint literally looked repulsed at the thought. Kit tried not to laugh.

“Hey,” he began. “I don’t particularly want to be around on a Friday either. But I’m committed to helping you get this done. You just have to want it.”

Just as Saint was about to reply, he looked across the room and seemingly lost his train of thought. “Well, your guy just showed up. Friday will do, I guess.”

Kit turned his attention in the direction Saint was looking. He saw Bentley, looking sexy in his plain white-tee, black Adidas track pants, and backwards baseball cap, slowly approach with a smile. As expected, the other students in the library looked from Bentley to Kit, blatantly staring as if they wanted to see the greeting. Kit wasn’t at all surprised that Bentley didn’t care one bit about the audience. He leaned down to kiss Kit hello before slapping five with Saint.

“Long time no see! How have you been, bro?”

Saint shook his head. “Fucked. Why do I need math to go to the NFL?”

Bentley smiled as he placed both hands on Kit’s shoulders. “Unless your mother is going to be managing your money and paying your bills, you might need some math. But don’t worry, I hear you have a genius helping you out.”

“He’s not even doing that bad,” Kit said.

Saint replied as they began packing their things away. “Thanks, Kit. And he’s brilliant, but it still feels like hell. I’m not good at school.” He stood up, putting on his backpack and facing Bentley. “In other news, the team misses you. Try dropping in on a practice or something, man.”

Kit stood up as well, smiling as Bentley’s arm snaked around his waist.

“I’ll see what I can do… I’ll catch you around, though.”

“For sure. Later, Kit.”

“Later…. And I’ll see you bright and early on Friday,” Kit reminded him.

Saint groaned as he walked off.

Kit turned his attention to Bentley and smiled. “You look too handsome to put into words. How was the skate park?”

Bentley stared suggestively at Kit’s lips. “It was a lot of fun. A lot of fans showed up to watch me film. The web series is going to do well. I hung out with them for a bit.”

“I’m jealous they got to spend time with you. I’ve missed you this past week…” Kit laughed softly as Bentley bit playfully on his cheek. “Ready to get out of here?”

Bentley held a finger up, then tipped Kit’s chin. He slowly kissed Kit and cupped his face. With a breathy moan, he pulled away and nodded.

“I’m ready now.”

Kit rolled his eyes away, but he imagined the blush on his face gave him away. “Let’s go, cutie.”

??

They ended up back at Bentley’s place after stopping at a local UCLA go-to for burgers. Frankie was out and about, and Kit couldn’t help but notice that they had the place entirely to themselves. He followed Bentley up to his room, thanking his adorable boyfriend for carrying his things for him and plopped down on the extremely comfortable king-sized bed. Bentley pulled off his t-shirt and stepped out of his pants before climbing on the bed, and Kit followed suit. Something about him getting his assignments and studying done while they hung out in their underwear felt like the most natural thing in the world.

He pulled out a couple text books and his spiral notebook before beginning his readings at the foot of the bed. Bentley was at the head of the bed. He scrolled through his phone; his hand massaging the back of Kit’s calf as he hummed to himself.

They continued like that for ten more minutes until Bentley got restless. He ended up pushing his phone to the side and dragging Kit backwards by his ankle. Kit yelped, grabbing at the book he was reading and trying not to lose his place. Bentley had positioned himself between Kit’s spread legs, happily rubbing his hands from Kit’s calves up to the back of his thighs, then back down. Kit glanced back at him over his shoulder and smirked.

“Are you having fun?”

Bentley dragged his hands even higher, massaging Kit’s ass. He then moved his hands back down and tickled his feet. Kit jumped up, squealing as he kicked around and threatened to ‘stomp him in the nuts.’

“Okay, okay.” Bentley laughed, urging Kit to lie on his stomach again. “I won’t do that again. Relax.”

Kit was reluctant at first, but eventually he laid back down and returned to his reading. Bentley sat up between his spread legs and went back to rubbing Kit’s thighs.

“You’re getting me excited. Stop that.”

“That’s the point.”

“I want to at least finish this chapter.”

“Do you need help?”

Kit smiled to himself. “Would you like to read to me?”

“Depends on what the reading is,” Bentley answered. “Is the subject sex education?” He squeezed Kit’s ass and then tapped it, making Kit laugh.

“Close, I guess. We’re discussing Freud vs. Jung next class.” Kit turned over onto his back and slid closer; his legs draped over Bentley’s. “What should we do when I finish reading?”

Bentley bit his lip as he thought; his eyes trailing down Kit’s shirtless body. “Hm.” He placed a hand over the bulge in his boxers and slowly stroked. Kit gripped the sheets, licking his lips, and Bentley continued, “We can find… something to do.”

Kit watched Bentley pull his hand away and almost pouted. Just like that, Bentley was rolling out of bed and headed towards the doorway.

“Where are you going?” Kit asked.

Bentley adjusted himself and stretched. “Just remembered I bought ice cream last night. Would you like some?”

Kit thought for a moment. “It’s not like… pineapple flavored, or something weird right?”

Bentley rolled his eyes. “Vanilla, baby. It’s vanilla.”

“In that case, I’d love some.”

“We can share. Be right back.”

When Bentley left, Kit tried to go back to reading. He tried to focus on the theories of Collective Unconsciousness, he really did. But his dick was hard, and it seemed like he could still feel Bentley’s strong hands gliding along his legs and massaging his ass, and reading wasn’t at all what he wanted to do. He decided to put his things away and sit his backpack in the corner. As he was walking back over to the bed, Bentley had returned to the room. Kit smiled at him as he climbed onto the bed.

“I quit. You make it hard for me to focus.”

Bentley took a generous bite of ice cream as he stood there in his checkered boxer-briefs. “Don’t blame me.”

“But you’re the blame. I want some ice cream.”

Bentley laid back in bed and took another bite. He opened his mouth and gestured for Kit to come closer. Kit smirked to himself as he leaned in, effortlessly sliding his tongue into Bentley’s mouth and kissing him deeply. He bit Bentley’s lip before pulling back, loving the smile on his sticky lips.

Kit licked his own. “Have you been watching Queer as Folk?”

Bentley gazed at him quizzically. “What’s that?”

Kit laughed. “Forget it.”

Bentley took another bite before passing the bowl and spoon to Kit. Kit accepted it, along with the even deeper kiss. He closed his eyes, breathing in Bentley and moaning when cold hands landed on his abdomen.

When they pulled back, Kit grinned and took a bite himself. Bentley climbed on top of him and grabbed the remote from his nightstand.

“Want to watch this ‘Queer as Fuck’ show you asked about?”

Kit laughed. “Bentley, it’s Queer as Folk, and it’s up to you.”

Bentley turned the TV on and placed the remote back down. He opened his mouth for Kit to feed them, then he lowered himself, kissing his way to Kit’s chest. Bentley’s tongue was freezing as it circled his nipples. Kit exhaled, watching Bentley move lower and lower.

Kit took another bite.

His underwear were pulled down, and he kicked them off from around his ankles as Bentley took the bowl back and helped himself to another taste. Kit then watched him lower himself between his legs and cover the head of his cock with his mouth.

He collapsed back against the pillows and whined. “Oh. My. God.”

Bentley looked up at him and smiled. He took Kit’s cock by the base and licked slowly from bottom to top. Kit felt his eyes roll back into his head and could focus on nothing but the cool sensation turning warm as Bentley began to suck him again.

“That’s… amazing.” He almost whined again when Bentley pulled off, but as he forced his eyes open, he saw that Bentley went back to licking the ice cream off the spoon. He found Kit’s eyes and winked in the cocky way that only Bentley could.

“I want you to watch me,” he said.

Kit stared, watching Bentley’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed around the spoon, and nodding as Bentley moved his mouth back to his cock. He inhaled sharply at the cold temperature of his tongue; his toes curling when Bentley closed his mouth around him, and moaned the deeper and deeper Bentley took him in. The contrast of temperatures combined with how Bentley had slowly began bobbing his head was what made keeping his eyes open so excruciatingly difficult. Kit buried his hands in Bentley’s hair and threw his head back, not even a little ashamed as he slowly began fucking his boyfriend’s mouth.

Needless to say, he didn’t last very long. As he felt himself coming down from his orgasm, Kit could hear Bentley laughing to himself on the other side of the bed as the spoon scraped at the bowl. When he finally came to his senses, he turned his head a bit and stared at him.

“Okay. First of all, wow.”

Bentley laughed some more. “For the record, you taste better than the Haagen-Dazs.”

Kit lay there for a while before moving up the bed. He stared at the TV and began to smile to himself. That was incredible.

“You can have the last bite,” Bentley said, hovering the spoon outside of Kit’s mouth. Kit looked Bentley in the eyes, playfully licked along the edge of the spoon, and then took it all into his mouth. When he noticed Bentley’s pupils had dilated, he swallowed around the spoon and pulled back, sliding his cock between the slit in his underwear and stroking from the base to the tip.

“You’re already leaking.”

Bentley didn’t get the chance to properly respond before Kit’s mouth was on him. He cursed and thrust up; free hand roaming Kit’s back. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”

Kit sucked on it like a popsicle for the first minute, much to Bentley’s vocal approval. When he felt his mouth going warmer, he began to blow him, deepthroating and moaning as he did so. Bentley dropped the bowl somewhere and had one hand clenched in Kit’s hair, the other rubbing the expanse of his back.

“I’m close,” Bentley warned, though it wasn’t necessary. Kit could tell by his quivering thighs that he was about to cum hard, and he swallowed every bit of it like a pro. Bentley was panting with hooded eyes when Kit pulled off and smiled up at him. Eventually, Bentley smiled back. He began to laugh, falling back against his bed and staring at the ceiling.

“The bowl fell.”

Kit rested his head on his stomach and looked at the TV show playing. It was some drama from the ‘80s. “Maybe we can go over everything for your interview tomorrow in the jacuzzi.”

“We can,” Bentley answered immediately. He began to play in Kit’s hair. “I’m nervous about the website going live tonight. What if no one buys anything?”

“Oh, please.” Kit turned to look at him. “People are so excited about the merch. Don’t be surprised when you see people walking around the beach with their ‘Team Benny’ v-necks on.”

Bentley smiled. “You’re amazing.”

“I’m aware.”

“You’re also too far.”

Kit felt weak, but he forced himself up and snuggled in close to Bentley. Muscular arms wrapped themselves around his body and he laughed into the kiss that met his lips. Kit was happy, and it felt like nothing could ruin this.