The Tutor, Chapter 3
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Rating, summary, pairing, and disclaimer the same.
Author's Note: This one I'm winging. As I'm typing, I have vague ideas about where I'm going, but nothing concrete. So let us see what happens. Enjoy.
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I cracked a tired eye open. A clock on the nightstand said it was 9:18. I rolled over and exhaled deeply. Rude had already gotten up, and I could smell good things coming from the kitchen. I threw my clothes back on and headed downstairs.
"Morning," he said as he saw me sit down at the table. He just had on his sweats from last night and his locs were down while he cooked.
"Morning," I replied, taking in the sight.
"I gotta meet a client in an hour, but I figured I'd make you a little something before I head out."
"Ain't you sweet. What you cookin'?"
"Not too much. Eggs, rice, and bacon with some biscuits."
He set a plate down in front of me and sat down next to me with his.
"You didn't have to do this, ya know," I took a bite out of a biscuit.
"I don't mind at all. Can't have you leaving on an empty stomach. The Southern boy in me wouldn't allow it."
"You're gonna end up spoiling me," I smirked, taking a spoonful of rice with bacon bits. He chuckled.
"I'm a generous guy, what can I say?"
"Generous in more ways than one..." I cleaned my plate. Rude looked at me with a raised brow.
"I'd love to give you another sample of my generosity right here on this table, but you're gonna have me late for work," he stood and took our dishes to the dishwasher. I bit my lip at the thought. It was too early in the day to be swooning and shit, but goddamn, he knew how to touch my inner freak.
"I have a busy week this week, so I probably won't be able to see you until our session Saturday," he said.
"It's cool, I have exams and a project due this week anyway. Just hit me up whenever."
I leaned forward and kissed him, and before I could pull back, he pulled me in by my waist and kissed me deeper.
"Will do."
"Well good morning," Axel said from the couch as I walked in. "Fun night?"
"You could say that."
"Hungry?"
"Nah, he made breakfast."
"You two are really hitting it off, huh? I should've introduced you two sooner."
"Where did you meet him?" I walked into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee.
"At the hospital when I was interning. He volunteers sometimes to help with physical therapy and rehab patients."
"You mean to tell me you've been keeping this chocolate god of a man a secret from me for a couple years now?" I looked at him incredulously. He laughed.
"Well at the time, he was seeing someone. And it wasn't like we talked all that often; when we did, it was always work shit."
"So how do you know he was seeing somebody?"
"I caught 'em coming out of the bathroom one night," he smirked. "Poor kid was beet red and barely walking. I had seen the same kid around for a while before then though, so I assumed they were together."
In the bathroom? The more I find out about him, the more I like him...I thought.
"So he's a personal trainer, volunteer therapist, and a musician?" I asked, taking a swig of coffee.
"Actually, he said his mom was a music teacher and she taught him piano, so yes. I bumped into him two weeks ago and I said something about you sucking at music, so he offered to tutor you. He's a good guy, Ren. Maybe some of that go-getter attitude will rub off on you."
"Yeah yeah," I rolled my eyes. "We'll see what happens."
The rest of the week was decent. Had two exams and a project due plus other homework. And of course, Mr. Chocolate God had been on my mind every damn day. I did get a couple texts from him, but they seemed to be during his breaks, so we didn't talk long. I didn't wanna admit that I missed him, but I did wanna see him. And touch him. And some other shit.
"One more day, Jesus," I looked at the calendar next to my bed. I knew we had to get some theory done, but that was the furthest fuckin' thing from my mind. I turned into a hormonal teenager around him, and I doubted I'd be able to keep my hands to myself. Or knowing what I knew so far about him and his freaky ass, he'd slip a few innuendos in himself. Shit, all he had to do was stare at me.
I turned off the light, turned on the TV, and put on some plaid flannel pajama bottoms to sleep in. I fell asleep anxious for the first time in a long time.
My alarm went off at 10 and I dragged myself to the bathroom for a shower. Rude sent me a text around 9 to say he'd be over at 11:30. I let the steaming water run down my face and body, resisting the urge to touch my morning wood. He was at full attention, and I knew exactly why, but I wasn't trying to be in the shower for an hour. He was just gonna have to wait.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and used another towel to dry my hair. I opened up the bathroom door to see Rude sitting at my desk. I looked at the clock to make sure I hadn't passed out in the shower at some point.
"It's not you, I'm early," he chuckled. "My client cancelled so I just came straight here. Axel let me in on his way out."
"You good, you just startled the shit outta me," I went to my closet. "Just give me a minute to get dressed."
I grabbed the first pair of jeans I saw plus a red tank top and boxers. I could feel Rude watching me the whole time.
"Let's do chord progressions today," he said as I sat down. "Two voices, seven chords including a secondary dominant chord, perfect authentic cadence. F Major."
"Anything else?" I asked jokingly.
"There's more I have in mind," he whispered in my ear, "but all that will have to wait..."
He didn't have to finish the sentence to start the sexual PowerPoint presentation in my head. Damn him.
"Two sessions and you're already doing a little better," he zipped up his bag. "Imagine how you'll be doing in a month or two from now."
"Passing the class and taking a few bonus late-night sessions from you," I looked him over before I went to my mini fridge for a bottle of water. He had on a black tee and some dark blue basketball shorts with black Jordans. His dreads were pulled back in a ponytail.
"Oh really now?" he looked at me with a smirk and raised brow. "And what would these late-night sessions entail?"
"The making of some beautiful music only two people could make...I mean, get creative."
"Creative huh?" he walked toward me and pinned me against the wall. "Creative would be fucking you on my balcony and making you moan so loud my neighbors could hear. Or parking in a deserted parking lot and fucking you in my truck bed. Or bending you over in the bathroom of the restaurant we're going to tomorrow night."
The lack of oxygen in my brain nearly made me miss the fact that he asked me out to dinner.
"Come again?"
"I wanna take you out to dinner tomorrow night," he murmured against my lips. "I'll pick you up at 8. Do we have a date?"
"We do," I got out, the words almost getting caught in my throat.
Rude finally closed the gap between us and kissed me. My knees were shaking like a bitch.
"Can I have you for dessert?" he breathed in my ear, giving it a playful nip.
"You can have seconds, thirds, fuck even fourths..."
"I'll take you up on that," he said before he kissed me hard again. "I'll see you tomorrow night."
Until next time.
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