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didn’t sound as confident in my
denial as I should have. “Don’t you have a video game to pick up?”
I reminded him.
    “Trying to get rid of me, Mr. M?”
    “Definitely,” I replied only half teasing. I
didn’t want him around when Scott returned and asked for his butt
plug back.
    “Sucks to be you then, huh?” he teased.
    “Kevin,” I warned.
    “I’m going, I’m going,” he said laughing and
holding his hands up in front of him. “I guess I don’t need to ask
if you’ll be coming to the game tonight. It’s obvious you’ll be
busy,” he added with a smirk, looking pointedly first at Scott,
then at my coat pocket. Following his gaze, I noted that more than
half of the bright-green butt plug was now visible and from his
comment it was clear Kevin recognized the item for what it was.
    “Aw, shit,” I hissed, shoving it back into my
pocket.
    “Have fun with your ‘straight’ dude,” he
offered, using air quotes around the word straight.
    Oh god.
    Kevin made a hand gesture with his fist and
his tongue to mimic a blowjob as he headed off.
    “Little shit,” I muttered to myself, knowing
my face must have been the same ruby shade as Kevin’s
windbreaker.
    “What’d you say?” Scott asked.
    I hadn’t heard him return but was thankful he
arrived too late to witness Kevin’s departure.
    “Nothing,” I grumbled, heading briskly toward
the exit, purposely avoiding Kevin as I strode away.
    “Please tell me that guy wasn’t one of your
boyfriends,” Scott growled as he followed me out.
    “Jesus, Lush, give me some credit. I don’t
date guys who haven’t even reached puberty yet, asshole,” I
replied, offended that Scott believed I’d date someone that
young.
    “Hey Mr. M? This guy a friend of yours?”
Rodney Greaves asked suspiciously as we neared the plant pot where
his big body still loafed.
    “Hell no,” Scott replied.
    Scott and Rodney together made quite a pair,
both tall, strapping, handsome men, who currently eyed each other
warily as if sensing an invisible threat. You could almost cut the
level of testosterone with a knife. It would be hard to say which
one of the two would be victorious in an actual fight, although my
money would be on Scott. Rodney may have youth and speed on his
side, but Scott was cunning and fierce when he needed to be. Not
that I expected any trouble. It was funny, though, how Rodney
bristled at Scott as if protecting my virtue. I guess he’d
overheard us bickering.
    “We’re not friends,” Scott added.
    Rodney stood up to his full height, no longer
leaning on the planter. He had two inches on Scott, who
surprisingly didn’t seem threatened at all by the other man’s
movement. Scott stood with his arms folded across his chest in a
seemingly casual manner though I could feel the tension radiating
off of him.
    Fuck, his confidence was so damned
sexy . I could feel my dick beginning to stir.
    “He’s my brother-in-law, kind of,” I added in
an attempt to sooth the tension between the two men.
    Rodney nodded but still didn’t back down,
which I admired. I only hoped he was this protective of his math
and science tutor—Kevin.
    “How’re your grades?” I asked, hoping a
change of subject would help.
    He shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”
    “Are things not working out with Kevin?”
    It was my job to make sure the mentoring
pairs were suitably matched if my “Socially Smarter” outreach
project was ever going to succeed. The program I created matched
popular teens, who needed academic help, with introverted
overachievers, who lacked social skills.
    It was a great success so far with four pairs
of students in two different schools. I was especially thrilled
with Rodney and Kevin’s progress since in some small way the boys
reminded me of Scott and I. However, now I wondered if I’d been
oblivious to some of the sexual tension between the two boys.
    “Naw, Kev’s a’right,” Rodney replied with
another shrug.
    “I can find someone else if you need