After School Special

Peter sat on his bed, waiting for his tutor to come. Lately Peter has been distracted at school, it seemed as if he continued this way he would most certainly fail, so his parents took the liberty to call in a tutor for him.

"I wonder what type of person they chose for me..."

Idling on his bed, Peter laid back and closed his eyes. Music started to play in his head, how he longed to return to that club, meet up with somebody he didn't know and just dance. He would wear his see through shirt, and those tight jeans his mom wanted to throw out, all glazed in glitter from the confetti thrown about. He hugged his pillow tight against his chest, rolling side to side on his bed, hoping and wishing for another chance to sneak off to that club.

"Um.... Excuse me, Peter?" A tall slim man stepped into the room, watching Peter roll around on his bed.
Peter looked up in embarassment and rolled off his bed hitting the floor. "....ow.."
"Here, let me help you..." Peter took his hand in his. He lifted Peter with ease, almost off the ground. Peter was surprised, looking at the man, you could see he wasn't that strong, but he showed differently. Once back on his feet, Peter introduced himself.

"Hi, I wil be your tutor Peter. My name is Lance Wesker, but you can just call me Lance." he lifted his glasses back up right on his nose. His hair sleeked back in a studious position. "A total dork..." Peter thought to himself.

After a few hours of studying, Lance decided that Peter should have break. Peter went to get them something to drink, when he returned with the ice-tea, he asked his teacher a few things.
"So, what do you do for fun?" he started out with one of the most obvious questions he could think of. But this question made his tutor fluster with some papers. Peter was intrigued, he wanted to figure out what he was going to say.

"oh, I like this and that... I like to read... and ...write...." Lance laughed softly. "Damn, that was boring....", Peter sipped his drink. "Well, let's get back to work. I need to leave in an hour, so let's finish this chapter up, shall we?"

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After the long study session, Peter retired to his bed, once again enraveling his mind to the dream realm to be in that club he craves so much. "KLANK!" a loud nosie struck his ears, he turned towards his window, outside was his friend on a ladder. Letting him in, Peter was startled when he was thrown to the bed and straddled by his best friend. "J-Joradn, what are you doing!?", Jordan quickly grabbed peters hand, and placed it on his own chest.

"I know what you want Peter," he said, lowering Peters hand slowly to his belly "I know you want it badly, you dream about it in school, you can't keep your eyes off of me-"
"What are doing!?"
"you wait and wait for me to make my move, to take you to that level of pure intensity that you can barely hold it in anymore!"
Peter took a big gulp, as he felt his friend lower his hand below his waist.
"you want me to take you back to that club, don't you?" Jordan smiled and jumped off Peter, "hurry up and get dressed, and don't bother with your boner, we don't have time to deal with that."
Peter looked at his shorts, yup, he was making a tent alright and that didn't stop his embarassment, Jordan knows he hasn't been touched or ever touched himself, yet Jordan always seems to enjoy arousing him so.
Undressing, peter put on his clothes he favored the most, a tight ripped up shirt, and tight black jeans. He didn't have much choosing to do in the begining, so he usually wore this until Jordan forced him to wear other things.
"It's saturday, so your mom and dad should be going to the meeting right baout, now." that said, Jordan watched as Peters mom and dad got into a car and drove off. "ok, come on we'll be late. They're going to have a special treat for tonights show!"

~ I will continue this later, my mind isn't in the right setting right now >.< I'm sorry, who ever actually reads this >.<