MasukJamie was a really good tutor. He explained complicated stats concepts like they were the simplest things in the world, breaking them down into small, logical pieces with that quiet, focused voice. Every time he leaned over the notebook to scribble something, the oversized hoodie slipped off one shoulder and Max’s brain short-circuited for a second.He’s like a sexy teacher at the start of an old porno, Max thought, biting the inside of his cheek. Except this one’s real and I’m not allowed to bend him over the desk.Jamie bit the end of his pen while he thought, brows furrowed in concentration. It was criminal. Max wanted to pull the pen out with his teeth.“You’re doing great,” Jamie said softly, tapping the page. “See? Once you separate the variables like this, the rest falls into place.”Max nodded, pretending to focus on the numbers. He was actually focusing on the way Jamie’s dark hair fell into his eyes, the small furrow between his brows, the way his tongue darted out to wet h
Jamie pushed open the door to his dorm a little after five, shoulders aching from carrying his bag all day. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the mini-fridge. His eyes immediately landed on the massive television still set up on his desk like an intruder — far too big and expensive-looking for the tiny space. Max’s TV. Max’s console. Max’s hoodie. Max lingered everywhere.He dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes, and collapsed face-first onto the bed.The pillow smelled like Max.Faint cologne and a trace of the shampoo he used after practice. Jamie turned his face into it and groaned, equal parts mortified and pathetically happy.You absolute idiot.He’d agreed. He’d actually agreed to let Max come over after practice. To “tutor stats.” Yeah, right. He was letting Max use him like a personal sex doll and he’d nodded like a lovesick fool.So much for keeping any kind of distance.Jamie rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He was so far gone it was embarrassing.
Jamie’s stomach plummeted the second he heard Max’s voice behind them.“You’re going to Korea?”He turned so fast he nearly knocked over his latte.“No,” Jamie stammered, voice cracking. “I-I mean… it would just be a visit. Family stuff. I’m not… I’m not moving or anything.”The sharp concern in Max’s expression softened slightly. His shoulders eased a fraction as he slid into the seat right next to Jamie, their thighs pressing together under the table.Zach appeared a second later, grinning as he dropped into the chair beside Ava. “Hey, you found them. Hi, Ava,” he said, a little too casually, cheeks pink. “You look great today.”Ava beamed. “Thanks, Zach.”Max’s hand found Jamie’s thigh under the table, warm and steady. He glanced at Jamie’s cup. “Thought you said you like black coffee.”Oh shit. Max remembered the lie.Ava tilted her head, all innocence. “What? Jamie drinking black coffee? Someone was trying to impress the hockey boys.” She winked at Jamie. “He doesn’t touch anythi
Jamie practically sprinted to the door at the knock. He threw it open, grabbed Ava by the wrist, and yanked her inside before she could even say hello.“What’s the emergency?” she demanded, eyes wide.Jamie shut the door, locked it, and leaned back against it like he was holding back a tidal wave. “Okay. Don’t be mad at me.”Ava’s eyes narrowed. She dropped her bag and sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed. “What did you do?”Jamie sat down beside her, knees bouncing. “I… had sex… with Max.”Ava’s mouth fell open. For a full second she just stared at him. Then—“WHAT?!” She launched herself at him, grabbing his shoulders. “That’s amazing! Oh my god, he’s so hot—why would I be mad about—”“Again,” Jamie added quickly.Ava froze. “Again? Again? As in you had sex before and you didn’t tell me?!”She snatched the nearest pillow and started beating him with it. “Jamie Park! How could you not tell me! You absolute traitor!”Jamie laughed, trying to shield himself. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!
“My turn.”The words left Jamie shaky but determined. He shoved Max back against the mattress with both hands, heart slamming so hard he felt dizzy. He was already naked from the waist down, wearing nothing but Max’s oversized hoodie that hung loose around his thighs. Jamie could still feel the slick stretch of lube and two thick fingers inside him. He might as well go for it. While Max was here. While Max was willing. While Max was looking at him like that.Because if Max had finally realized he liked men, he could have anyone. Jamie wasn’t stupid. This might be the only chance he’d ever get.Max’s green eyes darkened with pure want. “Yeah?” he breathed, the single word rough and hungry. “Take it, little nerd.”Jamie swung a leg over and straddled Max’s hips, heart hammering. This was only his second time ever having sex. Second time touching another guy like this. And it was Max — the man he’d fantasized about for months, the voice in his headset that had kept him company through
Max set his fork down slowly, eyes on Jamie’s face. “I don’t know,” he said, voice low and thoughtful. “What makes me gay?”Jamie’s face burned so hot he was sure it was glowing. He couldn’t believe he had to explain this. His voice dropped to an embarrassed whisper. “Well… we did… you know. Sex. Together.”Max’s smirk was slow and devastating, like he was enjoying every second of Jamie’s struggle. “Men,” Jamie forced out. “Do you find men sexually attractive?”Max thought for a second, head tilted. “No. I just think you’re attractive.”Jamie frowned. “I am a man.”“Hmm. Let me check.”Max reached for the top button of Jamie’s jeans.Jamie yelped, squirming back. “Max—!”“You’re gonna knock the bowls over,” Max warned, calm and amused, already lowering the zipper. Jamie froze, mortified, as Max tugged the waistband of his boxers down. Cool air hit him. He was already half-hard, cock twitching under Max’s gaze like it had a mind of its own. Déjà vu hit hard.Max tilted his head, stu







