Wes was going to have a nerdgasm.
He tried hard to keep his eyes on the whiteboard and not on the new TA that had joined a week ago. Hugh was tall, and stern, and handsome, and really knew what he was talking about.
There wasn’t anything Wes found hotter than that.
Except maybe for the passion in Hugh’s eyes when he spoke about the subject; that was hotter.
He covetously traced the man’s broad hands with his eyes, memorizing the landscape of dark hair on his forearms, the swell of veins on the back of his hand, and the long, thick fingers that wrapped around the marker, spinning every time Hugh paused to explain a detail with clarity and precision.
He was daydreaming of just what exactly those fingers could do to him when the sound of a throat clearing brought him back to the present.
Oh shit, busted.
I know I’m a day late, but I didn’t want to skip another week, so here’s a Friday’s Tiny Tale.