Page 75 of Tutoring Mr. Hotshot

“My date has a question.” I point across the table to turn his attention to my boy. Sure, it’s dumb to claim him like that when it was very obvious we were on a date. I don’t want to take any chances of the other man flirting. I’d seen that happen in a show once.

“I’m here to help. What’s up?” The guy takes a step towards Rodney, who frowns and points to the menu. He asks him something about what comes on a particular food, but I’m not listening. My eyes are on the distance between the two men.

Is the waiter that close on purpose? How can I get him to back the fuck up right now?

“Andry!” It’s my name that finally breaks me from my thoughts.

Looking across the table, I notice the pair staring at me. My boy appears confused. Meanwhile, the waiter is… amused. He’s nearly laughing at the scowl on my face.

“For you, sir?”

I give him my order and my menu, then watch as he leaves. When I turn back to face Rodney, he’s the one frowning now.

“Do you like him or something?”

“What?! No! Why would you think that, little genius?”

“You kept staring at him while I ordered. And then you didn’t look away even when I called your name. Not to mention you watched him leave like that.” He crosses his arms as he shrinks down in his chair.

Fuck.

My jealousy backfires.

Uncaring about our location, I stand from my chair and go around to him. I lift him from his seat, then take his spot and ease him on my lap.

“What are you —?”

I put my finger over his lips to stop his question. He has to hear me out before he says anything else.

“He looked like he was interested in you. I didn’t like how close he stood. That’s why I was staring,” I admit. “Then it was like I got in my head about it. Watching him leave was the same. I want to keep him away from you.”

My boy stares into my eyes for a long moment before softening. “You’re telling the truth.”

“I am. Watching him leave was to make sure he didn’t turn back to look at you. I wouldn’t be able to stand someone flirting with you in front of me.”

“Daddy,” he says softly. “There’s nothing to worry about. You’re all I want. The only person who gets me like this.”

He motions to his position on my lap. I adjust him until he’s closer than before, not that he was all that far away to begin with.

“Good. Only me.”

“Only you.” His words are a vow. I bask in the comfort they bring.

“But maybe you should let me sit down again. People are staring.”

I look around, noticing that there are people watching us. It’s something I’ve gotten used to since all the media stuff began. At least here they don’t have phones out trying to record us.

“They’re curious. It’s harmless.”

“Even so, Daddy, I’d like to sit down. Having an erection at dinner isn’t ideal.”

My body heats at the suggestion as my already growing cock hardens further. “Too late for me,” I rasp.

He shakes his head. “Not for me, though. Let me go, please.”

I can’t deny the request. Consent is important for us, and it wouldn’t be wise of me to ignore him. Not even when I think he’ll enjoy himself more from this position.

“Fine,” I say as I ease him up. When I stand, my hardness is obvious. Rodney blushes as he tries to look somewhere else. Poor thing can’t help staring though.

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