Book I: to cross oceans for [BxB] (trans) - completed

Music Cliffs - Sean

I sat on a chair in the front row of the music room and had a slow and steady meltdown.

Professor Spinser was sitting at his desk, working on something, music sheets spread everywhere. He gave me a small reassuring smile before going back to his work.

Turner was late. He was 10 minutes late. I squirmed in my seat and glanced at the watch on the wall behind Professor Spinser for the hundredth time.

I felt a little guilty, but part of me hoped Turner had just forgotten or given up on learning how to read music sheets.

Getting rid of Keanna and Danny had been harder than I’d anticipated. Keanna had protested, saying she wanted to stay for moral support. Doubtful. She probably just wanted to spy on me and Turner and grill me about it later.

Danny had flat out said he didn’t trust Turner and wanted to stay to make sure, and I quote, “he would behave”.

Luckily, Professor Spinser had vetoed the idea of them sitting in on my tutoring session. And as much as I wanted to talk to Danny and reassure him that all of his weird insecurities were unfounded, having him hover would only make things worse.

I had no doubts that he would have some choice words to say to me when all of this was done and that Keanna would demand a play by play of every single thing Turner had said to me.

I didn’t really understand what professor Spinser was still doing here. As far as I knew, it wasn’t common for teachers to hang around for tutoring sessions.

Maybe since it was the first one? I didn’t know. I'd never actually tutored anyone. Sure, I’d helped Danny with homework here and there and Keanna had helped me in turn, but I had no idea how an actual tutoring session went.

Which was why my anxiety was slowly taking over.

My thoughts were interrupted by Turner stumbling into the room, panting with a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“So-sorry I’m late, coach wanted to talk to me.” He said looking at me and not at professor Spinser.

“It's quite alright. Please sit down so your tutor may begin.” Professor Spinser smiled in that patient way of his.

I flushed for no reason other than being called a ‘tutor'. I still didn’t really understand what was going on here or why he had asked me to do this.

But I had agreed. And so I was going to get through it.

Even if Turner intimidated me a bit. And even if his tall and muscular frame made me feel petite and inadequate.

Because he was very masculine, there was no denying that. The way he looked and moved and even spoke. It all just screamed... man. He was a walking talking advertisement for testosterone.

And I really wanted some. Testosterone, not Turner.

He was kind of the personification of everything I hoped I would one day be. How I saw myself when I allowed my wildest dreams to take over.

“Um... so.” He said, smiling faintly at me.

I blushed because yet again I had been staring at him silently for the past minute.

“Yeah, um, hi.” I said lamely and resisted the urge to facepalm.

Really, Sean? Really?

“Hi.” He said, and his smile was a little softer, but there was still an edge to it I couldn’t quite place.

I nodded to myself and gathered the blank music sheets I had separated for us to practice. Since figuring out Turner ‘s moods was not one of the reasons we were here today, I might as well get started.