giving the impression that this isn't a dead end
Getting Ryan to come over is surprisingly easy. He Ming thought there might be some kind of academic policy about not going to students' places, but then, they're in college. The administration probably doesn't care enough, which makes things much more convenient, especially if things should go wrong.
He's really hoping nothing will go wrong. He likes Ryan a lot. Someone smart and attractive and cool draws He Ming's attention and holds it easily, and with his prior attempts having apparently failed, he's taking drastic steps to show Ryan exactly what he wants.
(The help with math is nice, too.)
He Ming sprawls on his couch scrolling aimlessly through social media on his phone until he hears the knock on the door. Jumping to his feet, He Ming nearly sprints to let Ryan in. As soon as he opens the door he's grinning. "Come in, come in!"
He's really hoping nothing will go wrong. He likes Ryan a lot. Someone smart and attractive and cool draws He Ming's attention and holds it easily, and with his prior attempts having apparently failed, he's taking drastic steps to show Ryan exactly what he wants.
(The help with math is nice, too.)
He Ming sprawls on his couch scrolling aimlessly through social media on his phone until he hears the knock on the door. Jumping to his feet, He Ming nearly sprints to let Ryan in. As soon as he opens the door he's grinning. "Come in, come in!"
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He Ming is unquestionably one of the friendliest people he's tutoring. More often than not, he finds that during the course of their studies he ends up pressed up snugly against his side. Typically, Ryan doesn't allow people to get that close to him, but He Ming is relatively non-threatening and Ryan's handwriting can get small at times. He dismisses it meaningless, and he completely misses any doe-eyed looks that might be thrown his way or subtle innuendos. As such, he's walking into this relatively unaware of the real reason he's been invited over.
Ah, he's so enthusiastic...
"Thank you," he says politely, stepping inside and giving the place a once-over. If it looks fairly tidy, he'll step out of his shoes at the door. "Have you been well?"
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"I've been great! The homework this week has been okay, I've been working on it... kind of." Hovering at Ryan's side, He Ming wants to reach out and touch him, just to feel him, but that hasn't worked before.
He'll have to be more obvious. Somehow.
"How are you? You can go sit on the couch—I'll get you something to drink." Not something alcoholic, because it's early in the evening yet and that would be a little weird. "Do you want water or something else?"
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Early in the evening for alcohol, late in the day for coffee... but Ryan usually only squeezes out three or four hours of sleep, anyway. By the time he's actually ready for bed, the caffeine will be a distant memory. He settles down on the couch, tucked into the corner that allows him to rest his left arm on the armrest. He smiles to himself just a bit as he starts to get out his materials.
"'Kind of' doesn't sound promising. I hope you weren't planning on keeping me overnight," he teases lightly.
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"Why, do you have anything else to do?" he asks. He's teasing and shows it with a smile, patting Ryan's shoulder with his free hand. The touch lingers—but that isn't so unusual for someone as touch-friendly as he is. "Someone would think you want to get away from me."
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"I don't have any other appointments," he replies, which is essentially his way of saying he doesn't mind staying for awhile. He Ming is pleasant enough as far as people go. Since he's so attentive when they're working, Ryan's even somewhat fond of him.
"What were we working on last," he murmurs to himself, flipping through a notebook. "Ah, yes. Reviewing derivative applications. Let's see what you've gotten through on your own so far."
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Getting started on actual work should help Ryan feel more comfortable and in a better mood before he tries anything drastic. Once the coffee's done, he decides, he'll make his move.
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"I see you were getting bored, here."
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Other stuff, like sitting with Ryan with their thighs touching—and only being pulled away by the sound of the coffeemaker finishing up. He goes to fetch a mug of it with a sheepish laugh.
"Do you want cream or sugar?"
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Finished looking over what he has done, Ryan starts to apply some corrections to He Ming's work. He'll only fix the first couple errors, leaving him to make it the rest of the way through the problem on his own.
"Hmm?" Ryan glances up, twirling the pencil in his hand as he considers. "I'll take it black, please."
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"You work so hard." It's attractive. He Ming squeezes his shoulder lightly, a long lingering touch that's accompanied by a slide of his thigh along Ryan's. "Don't you ever take a break?"
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He's so close...
Ryan sets the mug back down, watching him curiously for a couple seconds before responding, "There's no time for a break. I need to graduate before my scholarships are up."
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"I don't mean a break from school. At least not a big one." He Ming rubs his thumb in a tiny circle on his arm, looking up at him in the most appealing way he can. "Just a little break, every once in a while. With me. I can help you relax."
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"...can you?" he asks, as if he doesn't have a clue what he means.
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Like Ryan helps him. Except not with math.
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What an unpleasant thought.
Well, there's no reason he can't have a little fun with him in the meantime. He'll teach him why he shouldn't be so careless with his heart, and he won't even charge. Ryan twists to face him properly, delicately resting one of his hands on He Ming's upper thigh. Since he never returns all those casual touches, he's pretty sure he'll take notice.
"And how would you help me, exactly?"
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"By helping you relax. I'm good at it." He Ming isn't really shy about what he likes. With an equal lack of discretion, he runs his hand to Ryan's wrist and pulls him closer. "Let me try?"
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Forcing himself to calm down, he places his hands on He Ming's chest and leans up into the kiss to regain a little control. This isn't what he had in mind, but he thinks he can go with it.
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He keeps shifting on Ryan's lap. He's almost trying to squirm closer, though they're already pressed chest to chest, and with another soft moan he runs his tongue along the seam of his mouth.
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"How long have you been thinking about this?" He really would actually like to know, though he's mostly asking now to gain a little time to think. Maybe he should try to convince He Ming to "help" with his medical studies, he'd be the one in control then...
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"How long..? Um, for a while. I thought you were cute when we met, and you're so nice to me." Setting his hands on Ryan's shoulders, He Ming watches him with quiet attention as he runs his palms over his chest. He really does like Ryan. He thinks he's smart, and more than that, his personality is impressive.
"I like you," He Ming tells him softly. "I really do."
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"What if you helped me study this time? I'm in medical school, you know," he says softly.
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"How can I help you study..?" Beginning to lean in again, He Ming tilts down as if about to kiss him once more.
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"Let me study you," he whispers.
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"How are you going to study me?"
Perhaps wrongly, He Ming takes that as only an innuendo, and holds himself very still for Ryan's touch.
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"Studying a body in motion would really help me nail down the mechanics of certain muscles," he replies, fingers ghosting over his skin.
Ryan presses in on his abdomen, huffing a soft laugh. "Like this right here... you have some tension in your abdominal obliques. A lot of people get tense there when they're turned on. Are you excited just from this?"
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"I'm excited," he admits, voice quieter than usual before he gathers himself again to look into Ryan's eyes and tug at his shirt. "Do you not like this? Do you not like me?"
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"If I didn't like it, you'd be on the floor right now." Which is decidedly a non-answer, but he hopes he doesn't push it.
"Do you not like to be teased?"
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"I don't mind being teased." Even with his torso exposed, He Ming is comfortable with himself and with sitting where he is. His hands start to travel over Ryan's chest in return. "As long as the teasing ends eventually."
Took a long weekend!
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