The G(r)ay Area

Part Nineteen

Part Nineteen.

"How was school?" Mom asked. She was sitting on the couch, a magazine in her lap.

"Fine."

"You're getting home kind of late."

"Lucas had soccer practice."

"Oh, he did, huh?"

I rolled my eyes in her direction. "Mom."

She held up her hand. "I'm assuming it was only soccer practice."

"Mom, if we wanted to have sex, we'd just do it here."

"I'd prefer you wait until you're eighteen and out of the house but I can't control you forever."

I groaned. "What is the fun in freaking you out if you don't get freaked out?"

"I know all of the tricks out there. Every stunt you could pull."

I headed down the steps. "I'll just have to be sneaker from now on." I walked into my room and tossed my back pack on the floor.

"Did you really think I'd let you have any alone time?"

I turned around and Lucas was standing in the doorway. He wasn't wearing his uniform anymore and his hair was messy, like he ripped his clothes off quickly.

I smiled and walked to the bottom of the steps. "I've been over here, waiting. What took you so long?"

He ran down the steps, his knees bending high as if he were running up and down the bleachers at school. He kissed me, his hands already in my hair. "You're a jerk, you know that?"

"Then you're an idiot for putting up with me." I said, my hands on his hips, just under his waist band.

He led me to my bed and pushed me down. "We'll have to change that then, won't we?"

I laughed as he straddled me, his hands already sliding up under my shirt.

"My mom could walk in on us at any minute, you know."

"I'm sure she knew that's what we were doing when I walked over here."

I raised my eyebrows at him.

He took my hand and put it on his leg.

"We need to be quiet."

"Tell yourself that." He said, smiling.

I pushed him onto his back and kissed him. "Jerk."

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"No, you add these two together to make your solution."

"That doesn't make any sense." I said, running my hands through my hair. "Why would you add those two together?"

"You add them because the other number has an x beside it."

"And you can't add the x?"

"If there were more than one. But there isn't. So you divide the number beside x."

I groaned. "This is too complicated."

"I'll make you a deal. For every answer you get right, you can get a kiss, anywhere you want."

"Can I upgrade the kisses?"

He laughed. "You have to get them all right."

"Aright, Mr. Teacher. Show me how."

"I prefer Mr. Dean."

"Fine, Mr. Dean." I leaned back into him, my notebook in my lap.

He reached around me and pointed to number four. "Try this one."

"How do I start this?"

"The same way you started the last one."

"Which is?"

Lucas sighed and pointed to the numbers. "Subtract this from the other side."

"Look, if you don't want to teach me, you don't have to. I can find another tutor."

"Another tutor would mean someone else giving you kisses and I'm sorry but I'm not up for that."

"So you're my teacher and my boss now?"

"Yes."

"Don't I get a say in this?"

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend or some tutor?"

"How hot is this tutor?"

Lucas pulled me down on my back and kissed me. "Now you're asking for it."

I laughed. "I never said the tutor would be a guy."

"And I never said you couldn't bisexual."

"You should know me by now."