It was the dead of night and Theo was the only student left in the university library. The 22-year-old computer science major was burning the midnight oil, as usual, cramming for his algorithms final. His shaggy brown hair was disheveled and his thick, black-rimmed glasses sat crookedly on his angular face. Theo sighed as he rubbed his temples, feeling the stress of the semester weighing heavy on his shoulders.
Suddenly, the lights flickered and the library door swung open. Theo's heart skipped a beat as he saw the most popular guy on campus stroll in - Weston Hawkins. At 23, the star quarterback was the definition of youthful perfection - chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, and a chiseled body that made Theo's mouth water. He couldn't believe the god had descended upon the humble library.
Weston sauntered up to the circulation desk, his powerful thighs flexing in his tight jeans. Theo watched from his table, face flushing, as Weston bent over to speak to the librarian. The way his shirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing sliver of taut abs, made Theo's mind fill with illicit thoughts.
After a quick chat, Weston headed towards the stacks with a stack of books in hand. Theo gulped, sure the hunk would pass right by his table, blissfully unaware of the horny dweeb ogling him. But fate was on Theo's side. Weston paused at the end of his aisle, scanning the shelves for his books.
"I could help you with that," Theo blurted out, surprising himself with his boldness. Weston turned, one eyebrow quirked quizzically. Their eyes met and Theo's breath caught. He felt utterly exposed under Weston's intense blue gaze.
"I'm looking for the artificial intelligence textbooks," Weston said, voice a low, honeyed drawl. "You know, for my computer science class." Theo nodded dumbly, still reeling that Weston spoke to him.
"I, uh, yeah, I know those books. They're actually in the next aisle over." Weston smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. "Want to show me?"
Theo's heart hammered in his chest as he rose from his chair on shaky legs. Weston fell into step beside him, their arms brushing as they walked. A jolt of electricity zinged through Theo's body at the fleeting contact.
They reached the right section and Theo pulled out Weston's books, handing them over with a shy smile. "Thanks, man. I really appreciate it." Weston's hand lingered on his, warm and slightly calloused.
"Anytime," Theo said breathily. They stood there a moment, hands touching, pulses racing. The air felt charged between them, heavy with unspoken desire.
Weston cleared his throat and took a step back. "I should probably get studying. But hey, maybe I'll see you around campus sometime?"
"I'd like that," Theo managed to say. He watched Weston walk away, drinking in the view of his tight ass, barely contained by those sinful jeans.
Theo nearly jumped out of his skin as Weston's voice rang out. "Oh, and Theo? I'd love a study partner, if you're into that." A knowing smirk played on his chiseled lips. "I could definitely use a brain like yours."
Theo's brain short-circuited as the implication sunk in. Holy shit, was Weston actually flirting with him? "I'm always happy to help out a fellow student," Theo said, aiming for nonchalant but sounding more like a needy whimper.
"Good man. I'll hit you up." Weston shot him a final wink before melting into the stacks. Theo collapsed back into his chair, head spinning.
The last thing Theo expected was for Weston to call him that very weekend. "Hey, it's Weston. Any chance you're free today to study for our AI test? I promise I'll make it worth your while," he purred over the phone.
Theo's mind instantly went to the gutter. Worth his while? What exactly did Weston have in mind? He threw caution to the wind, the promise of seeing his crush in person too tempting to resist. "Sure, I can meet up. How about the library lobby, one o'clock?"
"I'll be there. And hey Theo? Wear that button down shirt with the dark stripes. The one that hugs your shoulders just right." Weston's voice was low and husky. "I like the way it looks on you."
"Oh, um, okay!" Theo squeaked out, flustered. "I'll do that!"
They hung up and Theo was left reeling, Weston's smoldering words echoing in his mind. The rest of the day passed in a blur as he counted down the hours until their study session.
He arrived at the library in his trusty striped shirt, heart pounding out of his chest. Weston was already there, sprawled out on a bench, a stack of books at his feet. His eyes roamed hungrily over Theo's body, drinking him in like a man dying of thirst.
"Hey there," Weston said, voice rough with desire. "Looking fucking good. That shirt is doing wonders for you today."
Theo blushed, feeling flustered under the intensity of Weston's gaze. "Thanks. I guess I'll grab us a study room?" Weston nodded and rose to his feet in one fluid motion.
They entered the room and Weston secured the door with the deadbolt, making Theo's heart race. What was he planning? Weston turned back with a sultry smile, eyes glinting in the dim light.
"Picturesque, huh?" He stalked toward Theo, movements slow and predatory. "But I was thinking we could skip the whole 'studying' part and head straight to the 'fooling around' part."
Theo swallowed hard, pulse pounding in his ears. "Oh?" he managed to squeak out, voice gone breathy.
Weston backed him against the wall, large hands caging him in. "I may be a jock, but I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you look at me, Theo. I've wanted you for a long time."
Theo's cock twitched in his pants, desire consuming him. "I've always wanted you too," he admitted, voice raw with honesty.
Weston's lips crashed against his in a bruising kiss, tongue delving into his mouth possessively. Theo moaned, surrendering to the passion of it, to the heat of Weston's hard body pressed against his own.
Their hands roamed greedily, Weston's deft fingers making quick work of the buttons on Theo's shirt. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down Theo's neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Fuck baby, you taste good," he growled.
Theo whimpered, head falling back against the wall as he bared his throat to Weston's ministrations. He reached down to palm the large bulge in Weston's jeans, swallowing hard at the impressive size.
Weston groaned and bucked into his touch. "Touch me Theo. I need it so bad."
Theo fumbled with Weston's fly, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang up, flushed and leaking at the tip. Weston's eyes were dark with lust as he watched Theo stroke him, hips pumping up into the tight circle of his fist.
"Shit, your hand feels amazing," Weston panted. "But I need more. I need to be inside you."
Theo's hole clenched in anticipation. "Yes, please Weston. I want you so fucking bad."
Weston spun him around and bent him over the table, hiking up his pants leg. Theo felt the blunt head of his cock nudge at his entrance and he bit his lip, trying to relax. There was a brief sting of pain as Weston pushed inside, but then he was sliding deep, huge cock spreading him open.
They both moaned at the sensation, Weston's heavy balls slapping against Theo's ass. "Fuck baby, so tight for me," Weston grunted, drawing back to thrust in again.
Theo pushed back to meet him, the thick drag of Weston's cock against his walls driving him wild. "Harder Weston, please. I need it harder."
Weston growled and complied, slamming into him with abandon. The table creaked and shook with the force of his thrusts. Theo's own cock jumped with each impact, smearing precum on the wooden surface.
Sweat dripped down their bodies as they rutted, the room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. Weston reached around to fist Theo's erection, stroking in time with his thrusts.
"I'm gonna come," Theo whimpered, feeling his release building. "You feel too good, fuck!"
"Me too baby, I'm right there," Weston panted. "Come for me Theo. I want to feel you come on my cock."
Theo was only able to nod, too far gone to form words. His orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, cum spilling over Weston's fist to splatter obscenely on the floor.
With a hoarse cry, Weston buried himself deep and came, painting Theo's insides with his hot seed. They collapsed together, sweaty and sated, Weston's softening cock still nestled in Theo's hole.
Theo came down from his high, mind foggy with pleasure. He couldn't believe this was real, that he had just fucked Weston Hawkins in the very library where he'd lusted after him for months.
Weston stirred and pressed a tender kiss to his shoulder. "That was incredible," he murmured. "Best study session of my life."
Theo giggled and turned in his arms, nuzzling into his neck. "I'd say we're ready for that final. In more ways than one."
Weston grinned, hands roaming over Theo's backside. "I have a feeling we'll be seeking each other out for study sessions a lot more often from now on."
Theo's heart soared at the implication. The nerd had finally snagged the star quarterback. And he had a feeling it was the start of something truly special.
