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Chriserick - The Library (smut)

Being a student sucked. 

While all of Erick's friends were out having fun, he was always stuck studying. They would always post pictures of themselves at clubs or around the city, and he wished so badly he could be with them. It always made him sad to see them making plans in their group chat, without him.

But his parents had taught him to value education, so there he was, piling on the university classes and drowning in work. At that point, he didn't even know what value he was supposed to be getting out of it.

There was, however, one upside to his long study sessions.

Every evening, when Erick went to the library to work, there was a certain librarian who was always there, and he was really a sight for sore eyes. He had the most gorgeous hair, incredibly toned forearms, and a contagious laugh that didn't belong in a library. Although Erick was too nervous to have a conversation with him, eavesdropping had told him that his name was Christopher.

Christopher was what he watched when he needed a reward for doing his homework.

That night, Erick was having a particularly hard time concentrating on his work. He'd had kind of a rough day, and biochemistry was really not clicking for him. He'd spent half an hour already staring at these chemical equations, and they still weren't making any more sense than they did during the lecture that morning. He banged his head against the textbook several times in frustration.

Lifting his head, he glanced at the clock. The library would be closing in an hour and he still had way too many things to get done. He groaned internally.

Maybe I should take a break, Erick thought. Yes, a break would do him good. Just five minutes of self-indulgent staring at the hot librarian...and then his brain would surely be ready to focus again.

Okay. Erick closed his book and let out a heavy sigh. He settled back in his chair. That precise chair was where he always sat. It was a perfect spot, not directly under the air conditioning or too close to the door, good WiFi connection...and a not-too-obvious view of the circulation desk, where Christopher worked.

Christopher was out at the desk right then, wearing a fitted black shirt with buttons down the front. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing those forearms Erick had come to adore so much. He loved watching the muscles under those tattoos flexing and releasing as Christopher scanned books and put them on carts. Is that a weird kink? Probably.

Erick was lost in his mind, fantasizing about how much he'd like to take off Christopher's shirt, button by button, when he saw something he didn't believe. Is...is Christopher looking at me? No, he couldn't be. Okay, false alarm. He shouldn't be able to see me from where he is. But wait—okay, he's definitely staring directly at me right now. Does he know what I was thinking about? Erick could feel his face heat up.

Christopher wouldn't stop looking at him. Erick figured his five minute break was probably up, so he reopened his biochem textbook, as if there were any way he was going to be able to concentrate. A few seconds later, he dared to glance up from the page and Oh good God he's walking over here.

Swallowing nervously several times, Erick pretended not to notice that the sexy librarian of his fantasies was walking toward him. But when Christopher slid into the seat across from him, he couldn't pretend any longer.

"Hey," said Christopher. It was the first time Erick had heard his voice, and it shook him to the core. It was exactly the kind of voice he'd want to hear whisper in his ear while he—No. Erick, no, he told himself, shutting down all dirty thoughts.

"Hi," Erick replied.

"What's your name?" Christopher asked.

"Erick, what's yours?" Erick thanks the Lord that he remembered he wasn't supposed to know Christopher's name yet.