“Oooh, I get it. You’re jealous,” Brandon teased, angling the camera to flaunt his scantily clad lower half. “Don’t worry, dude. I don’t mind giving you a peek,” he continued, his voice dripping with a playful taunt. From the other side of the line, Erick, his lab partner, was left speechless. All he’d been doing was complain since being paired with the distractingly provocative Brandon. Meeting their assignment deadline was looking increasingly unlikely.
“Whoa, man, we need to… Wait, are you not wearing any pants?” Erick gasped, his attention now glued to his phone, a grin spreading across Brandon’s face. “Dude, I usually go commando. You wouldn’t believe how liberating it feels—I totally get why girls love dressing like this.” He let his free hand slide seductively up and down his thigh. Teasingly, his finger dipped below his waistband, threatening to pull it down further but stopping short of giving Erick the full show he so clearly desired.
“Can I… Can I see more?” Erick stammered, the anticipation evident in his voice. Brandon had expected to tease him longer, perhaps even needing to strip off his sweater while the camera was ‘accidentally’ left on. But Erick was proving to be an easy catch. Taking a moment, Brandon side-eyed the camera with a mischievous smirk.
“See what?” Brandon purred, his voice a velvety whisper. He swore he could see Erick sweating through the screen. Stumped, Erick just stared, entranced by the tempting vision before him. “You don’t want to see my lab report, do you?” Brandon teased, relishing the shift from their usual school talk.
“No… can I see your body?” Erick blurted out, abandoning all confidence. Rolling his eyes in a mockingly irritated fashion, Brandon clutched his ample chest, feigning shock. “My body! Oh, Erick, getting such a treat will cost you, my friend.” He pressed his fingers into his sweater, accentuating his breasts seductively.
“Anything,” Erick breathed, his gaze intense and unblinking. Sitting up, Brandon’s full hips spill provocatively from under his sweater. Slowly, he began to lift it, revealing his stunningly slim waist before letting the fabric fall back into place. “I want—no, I NEED you to handle all my assignments this semester, not just the lab work,” Brandon leaned closer to the camera, his beautiful features dominating Erick’s view. His demand was clear, and he knew it would work. After all, it would’ve worked on him back when he was a guy.
