The Nerd & Cool Cat

"Weird, right?" He laughed incredulously, with a smug look. He'd made careful note to make it to her door punctually, just to get those few extra brownie points that he'd missed the last time they'd met and he'd been-what? half an hour late? He wouldn't make that same mistake again, at least not while there was even a slim chance that she'd make out with him. It was a bit like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey, only to get this jackass to pay attention to academics, one would need to entice him with the probability of sexual favors. He followed her into the room, settling himself onto the open spot on the bed. "What's first, boss?"

"I studied a little-" He spluttered meekly, before being handed a small stack of reading material. He sighed heavily, groaning out a protest at the very idea of work. "You're not gonna take it easy on me, are you?" He asked with a shaky laugh, training his eyes away from her and onto the papers in his hand. Twenty minutes, he told himself. That's all you need to get through. He huffed a little bit, but still managed to keep his eyes focused and not to glance up at her every five seconds.

Chase let out a soft, disapproving grunt. It wasn't as though she wasn't capable of being more than just a tutor the school assigned to him, because Payton certainly was. Maybe this was just another one of her weird but effective tricks. Pretend not to be totally into him so he'd be forced to concentrate on 'school' and not the fastest way to get her clothes off and moaning his name. He scanned over the material once more quickly after he'd finished and looked back up to her. "Has it been twenty minutes yet? I'm getting bored."

Chase sat up a little straighter at the mention of a 'game'. And after she'd described what she was imagining, he grinned broadly. This was something he could sink his teeth into. "That sounds like a fucking awesome idea," He'd reviewed the shit she'd passed off on him last time (shh don't tell anyone he actually cares about his school work a little bit, okay), so he was pretty confident that he could get her down to her bare essentials in no time. And if he could swing it right, they'd both be unclothed by the end of this session. "Yeah I'm ready, Payton. Give me your best shot."

The game had obviously been rigged. There was no way she could have expected him to know the answer to any of those stupid questions. Not that he didn't mind stripping off his clothes for her, but he'd been hoping to do so less...shamefully. Without the word 'wrong' marking every article of clothing that fell to the floor. On the bright side, he was pretty sure he'd never forget any of those answers, especially since his ego had taken a pretty big blow. He rolled his eyes after he'd stepped out of his jeans. "We can fix that," He said, giving her a sultry once-over.

This game was going much better now that they were in the second half. They were equally stripped of their clothing, and if Chase was being honest with himself, he was enjoying watching her clothes fall to the floor a little too much. Her bra was the last thing to go before she glanced back to him and suggested they stop. It was almost too ridiculous a notion for him to take seriously. Stop? What-now?? Chase crossed his arms over his chest, with a sulky scowl. "Come onnn Payton," He pleaded softly, moving closer to her. Now she was just teasing him, and that really wasn't fair. "We got so far with this game, I think we can take a little break from the studying for now..."

It was an instant struggle not to watch when her arm fell away from her chest and to her side, but Chase resisted the temptation firmly. He kept his eyes trained on her face-her eyes, her lips-as he spoke, arching a brow. "Well...we studied. You did your job just fine." He replied simply, cocking his head to the side. "Now that it's out of the way, we can do whatever we want to do," He ventured a look downward, a quick but satisfying glance at her uncovered chest. 

He wrapped a forward arm around her waist, drawing her in closer to him. "I think you're onto something." He replied just as quietly, adopting a smirk. "Who wouldn't?" Chase asked, laughing quietly, as if her question had been the most ridiculous one in the world, and his answer the most obvious. He wasn't wrong, of course. What sane man would ever say she was anything less than perfect? "Does this mean we're done studying?" He whispered into her ear with a grin.

"Well that gay guy definitely knew what he was talking about," He chimed, smirking down at her and her bare body that was up against him. "Good, it's about time," Chase quipped comfortably, running a hand down her backside coyly. As she closed her eyes, Chase leaned in, moving his hands to get a better grip on her waist and to press his lips against hers. Much better than studying, he mused to himself, biting down on her bottom lip gently and letting it slip through his teeth.