Seducing Professor Coyle by Darien Cox

stare at his tanned arms, so strong and perfect-looking. “Talking can wait. What’s wrong with your computer?” He pointed at the laptop.
    Peter swiveled his chair back, thankful for the distraction. “Oh, this piece of junk, I don’t know. It’s been running slow and keeps freezing up, it’s probably on its way out. They don’t exactly shower us with top-of-the-line equipment at this school.”
    “Can I have a look?”
    Peter’s heart sped. He scowled at the computer screen, pretending to be enthralled by what he saw there. It gave him a moment to calm himself.
    “What the hell.” He stood, pulling his chair out. “Knock yourself out. Just stay out of the student files.”
    Ben smiled at him, green eyes sparkling. He stepped over and sat down. His fingers flew across the keyboard with great speed, and Peter stood behind him, pretending to understand what he was doing. “Let’s just take a look at your task manager,” he said.
    Peter grunted.
    Ben stopped typing and looked up at him. “Christ, you’ve got like a hundred and fifty background processes running. You don’t need all this shit.”
    Peter was forced to lean over to see, and tried not to notice Ben’s spicy scent, the vague body heat coming off him. “I don’t even know what half that is,” he said.
    Ben looked back at the screen, shaking his head. “Well no wonder it’s running slow. This stuff’s hogging all your RAM. You want me to fix it?”
    Peter straightened up. “What’s RAM?”
    Snickering, Benjamin glanced up at him. “You’re kidding, right?”
    A grin escaped as Peter looked back at him. “You want me to toss some literary trivia at you, see how smart you are then?”
    Benjamin beamed, holding his gaze.
    Heat climbed up Peter’s neck, and he forced his eyes away. “So you can help with this?”
    Clearing his throat, Ben turned back to the computer, fingers flying again. “RAM is random access memory. It’s sort of the intermediary between your core processor and your hard drive. All this crap you’ve got running in the background is bogging it down, using all your resources.”
    Peter studied his profile as he mouse-clicked his way down the list. The baby blue tee shirt was sexy as hell on him, enhanced his beauty and showed off his physique. He forgave himself for being such a weakling. It was no wonder. This kid was sex on legs, the most alluring thing he’d ever seen.
    “That should do it. Let me know if you have more problems, I’m pretty good at this stuff.”
    “Yes, so I’ve heard,” Peter said. “Dr. Albert speaks very highly of you.”
    Ben stood, stepping away from the desk. “Tammy’s a great teacher and a good advisor. I owe her a lot.”
    Peter nodded, sliding back into his chair. He motioned to the other chair across his desk, and Ben walked slowly around, glancing at Peter as he sat.
    “So,” Ben said.
    Peter glanced at the open door. He was about to get up and close it but wasn’t sure if that would send the wrong message.
    “I’ll get it,” Ben said, and went and closed the door. The simple action caused Peter’s pulse to race again.
    When he sat back down, Peter decided to bite the bullet and cut through the tension in the air. “I owe you an apology, Ben,” he said. “My actions the other night were inexcusable. It was my responsibility to abstain, not yours, and I should have—”
    “Why don’t you want me?”
    Peter looked at him. Ben’s eyes held that intensity again, that determination he’d come to associate with him. He ordered himself to stay strong and use his logic. Be the grownup. Sighing, he linked his hands and leaned forward, unwilling to display his nervousness. “Why do you want me, Ben?”
    He shrugged. “Why does anyone want anyone? I like you. I like the way you look. I like the way you talk.” He hesitated. “I like the way you fuck. Least what I’ve seen of it.”
    Peter’s stomach lurched, his cock twitching involuntarily. Focus . “I don’t think