Tyler taps the end of his pencil against the table in boredom, not paying attention to anything his old ass tutor is saying. He doesn't even need a stupid fucking math tutor. His grades are just fine, but his mom insists on him getting straight A's so he can get into a good college and become a doctor.
Tyler doesn't want to be a stupid doctor, and he doesn't want to listen to his stupid tutor.
"And you have to factor-"
"Can I use the bathroom?" Tyler interrupts, earning a sigh from the thirty-year old man.
He's been Tyler's tutor for a few months now. His name is Josh, and the only thing Tyler knows about him is that he has such a monotone, boring voice.
"Sure," Josh mutters, leaning back in his chair. "Be quick."
Tyler scurries away, making a break for his bedroom instead of the bathroom. He lays on his bed, phone in hand, and decides to FaceTime his boyfriend, Brendon. He picks up on the third ring.
"Hey baby," Brendon grins, setting his phone down and holding up a bong.
Tyler blinks a few times, wishing he could be with Brendon right now. He sighs. "I'm so bored."
"Aren't you supposed to be studying right now?" His boyfriend teases, taking a hit on the bong and blowing smoke at the camera.
"That's boring," Tyler murmurs, licking his lips. "I wish I was with you right now."
Brendon raises an eyebrow, leaning closer to the camera. "Are you alone right now?"
Tyler nods.
"I know what'll make you feel better."
"What?" Tyler smiles, biting his lip in a sexy way.
"Close your eyes, baby. I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think about how good I make you feel. Can you do that?"
"Mhm," Tyler hums, his eyes shutting as his free hand trails down his stomach and slips under his boxers. He's semi-hard, shutting his eyes tight as he listens to Brendon.
"You're so fucking hot," he says quietly. "I want to fuck you so hard right now."
"Mmm," Tyler moans softly, small hands working over his length. "What else?"
"I want to feel you around me and I want to hear you begging for my big cock," Brendon watches Tyler hungrily. "I want to hear you, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."
"Fuck," Tyler gasps, throwing his head back against the pillow. "Feels so good."
He works himself quickly, jaw slack as moans flow out of him carelessly. He completely forgets he isn't home alone. That is, until Josh flings the door open.
"What are you doing!?" He yells, catching the brunette off guard.
Tyler squeaks, quickly ending the call with Brendon and pulling his hand out of his pants. "What the fuck!? Get out!"
"Stand up," the older orders, face void of all emotion.
"What-"
"Stand up," Josh repeats, raising his eyebrows in a challenging manner. "And get over here."
Tyler rolls his eyes, stomping his feet as he approaches the man. "What? What do you want?"
Josh's hands grab his wrists, suddenly, forcing him against the wall with his hands above his head. Tyler gasps, grunting as he hits the wall. "What the hell!?"
"Your parents pay me good fucking money," Josh speaks lowly, his breath hot against Tyler's face. "Not for you to run off and be a slut in the middle of a session."
