Hi everyone. It's been a busy couple of weeks for me but I was able to participate in the Silver Flash Fiction this week.
This week's choice of prompt was:
"You know what they say, the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
"I know I've said it before, but this really is your last chance."
I decided to use the second prompt and to bring back my university students, Tyler and Jordan from my previous free read, No More Lies. If you haven’t read that one, you may want to read it first. Click here.
I couldn’t think of a title so I’m simply calling this Chemistry. If anyone has a better idea, please let me know.
Copyright © 2011
"I know I've said it before, but this really is your last chance to pull your grade up."
“Yes sir.” Tyler swallowed.
“Your lab work and assignments raised your overall mark, but you need to do extremely well on your final. In fact, it’s still possible that you may not pass this course.”
“I’ll try my best sir.”
His chemistry professor gave him a sharp look. “You must do better than try, young man.”
Chemistry was his worst subject but it was a prerequisite for Rehab Medicine. He’d come into the class knowing he’d have problems and when he’d failed his mid-term—spectacularly failed—it confirmed everything he’d been afraid of.
He was going to fail first year chemistry and have to retake it over the summer. That would mean he wouldn’t be able to work as much. With less money he couldn’t afford to go to school next year. He tried to stay calm.
The professor’s stern expression softened. “You should have come to me sooner—before midterms—but it’s not too late. If you focus, study these supplementary handouts, there’s no reason you won’t do well, Tyler.”
“Thank you sir.” He turned and left the office before he lost control.
Tyler headed back to his dorm. Even if he did pass the summer class, his chem mark would drag his GPA down. Getting into Rehab Medicine was tough, impossible without excellent marks.
Maybe he wasn’t good enough or smart enough but he didn’t want to admit defeat. He didn’t want to lower his sights and give up his dream.
Jordan was lying on Tyler’s bed, reading a sports magazine.
“Hey, did you get some help?”
Tyler sat on his bed as panic washed over him. “It’s hopeless.” He tried to breathe but the air didn’t seem to make it to his lungs.
“Tyler!” Jordan rubbed his back in broad, sweeping strokes. “Take it easy. Slow breaths, that’s it.”
His throat felt tight and his nose prickled. “I tried. I really did, but I can’t do it, Jordan.”
Jordan slung an arm around his shoulders and that helped some. He tried a smile. “Maybe I need to rethink my career.”
“No way. You can do this.”
“Yeah?” He didn’t really see how, but Jordan seemed to think he could.
“Sure. I took AP Chemistry in high school. I can quiz you, give you pep talks, motivate you.” Jordan gave him a one-armed hug. “I bet you never understood the basics. You need a solid foundation before you can absorb new concepts. You’ll pass chemistry and get into Rehab Medicine. I know it.”
He appreciated the offer of help—Jordan had no idea how much. “Thanks. You’ll be a big help, but even if I pass it might not be good enough to get in. I don’t want you to be disappointed after all your hard work if I don’t get accepted.”
“Don’t give up. Marks aren’t everything. See if you can volunteer at University Hospital’s Physio Department. Talk to some of the instructors. Find out what they look for in a candidate and show them you’re what they’re looking for.”
He was getting caught up in Jordan’s enthusiasm. “Maybe I could speak to some of the students already enrolled too.”
“Now you’re talking.” Jordan kissed him. He pulled back and gazed at Tyler’s face then kissed him again, pushing him gently down onto the bed. “We’ll do this together. I’ll help you.”
Tyler arched up. “What are you doing? I need to start studying.” Jordan was rubbing him though his jeans, exactly the way he liked. The way that got him off in a couple of heartbeats.
“This is me helping.” Jordan unzipped his jeans and tugged them, and his underwear, down his thighs. “We’ll get you nice and relaxed then have a marathon study session.”
Jordan lowered his head and Tyler cried out as he bucked up into warm, wet heat and tight suction.
Afterwards he thought maybe the sex had helped. He wasn’t as stressed and Jordan had found a website that explained the concepts in a way he could understand. They worked on it for a couple of hours and when they took a break he was feeling more hopeful than he had in weeks.
He looked over the supplemental handouts. They didn’t seem quite as alien now.
“We still need to review some basics but you’re picking it up fast.”
Tyler laughed. “I guess it’s your study method.”
“Maybe you could use an incentive.” Jordan’s eyes gleamed. “How about a reward after every study session?”
Tyler was breathless. “Like what?” Jordan was looking at him like he was the only dish at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“I’ll blow you at the end of every session.” Jordan leaned in and stroked his thigh. “But I have to be satisfied that you’ve applied yourself. Deal?”
Tyler licked his dry lips, his heart beating fast. He had a week ‘til the exam. He could do a lot of studying in a week. “Deal.”
Jordan thought out loud. “If you get an A on your final, your overall mark will be a B.” If you pull that off we’ll do something special. We could go all the way, if you want.”
Tyler searched Jordan’s face. They hadn’t done that. Not yet.
Jordan smiled. “Since this is your reward, you can do me. Sound good?”
He nodded, speechless. He hadn’t even thought Jordan would want to bottom.
The Chemistry grades were posted. Tyler stood in the chem building’s hall and craned his neck, trying to see over the heads of the other students. He was nervous but he’d really studied hard and he thought the exam had gone reasonably well. He squeezed his way to the front and found his grade. He blinked and checked again, in case he’d made a mistake then pushed his way back through the group.
“Well?” Jordan leant against the opposite wall, an eyebrow raised.
“I got a B!” Tyler laughed and hugged him hard. “Thanks to you.”
“You did all the work. I just provided some motivation.” Jordan smiled a slow, sexy smile. “And a Rewards Program.”
Tyler examined his face. “Are you sure you want to? We could do it the other way ‘round.”
Jordan grinned. “I’m sure and don’t worry, we will, but I’m a man of my word.” He took Tyler’s hand and tugged him toward the exit. “Come on Tyler. You’ve got places to be and a boyfriend to do.”
Here's the list of Silver Flashers for this week:
West Thornhill (m/m)
Julie Hayes (m/m)
Chris Quinton (m/m)
Victoria Blisse (m/f)
Lindsay Klug (m/f)
Lily Sawyer (m/m)
Sui Lynn (m/m)
Ryssa Edwards (m/m)