Archie and Kevin were sprawled on the couch at the Andrew’s house, their textbooks open but largely ignored. It was meant to be a tutoring session, but with Fred working late, the house was unusually quiet.
“So,” Kevin began, tapping the book. “Quadratic equations. Easy once you—”
Archie Andrew’s shifted suddenly, leaning back, legs spread, and then — a low, rumbling release cut through the silence.
Kevin’s pulse thudded so hard he could hear it in his ears. He tried to steady his hands, flipping through his notes, but Archie didn’t look at the pages. The football player looked at him. That lazy smirk, sharp eyes, leaning just close enough that Kevin felt cornered without a single hand touching him.
“You’re supposed to be teaching me,” he teased, stretching back, arms behind his head. The motion pulled his shirt tight over his chest, his body radiating heat in the narrow space between them.
Kevin managed a weak laugh. “Yeah, well… you’re not exactly paying attention.”
Right on cue, he let out another fart, lifting one cheek off the chair with exaggerated enthusiasm. the odor grew stronger, making Kevin scrunch up his face as he tried to fan the air around him.
“Oh, I’m paying attention.” Archie’s tone was deliberate, heavy. “To the way you’re looking at me. To how red you got.”
Kevin opened his mouth, shut it again, his throat dry. He wanted to deny it, but his classmate leaned closer, until Kevin felt the whisper of his breath on his cheek.
“You really like it, don’t you.my super smelly farts gassing you out?” He pressed. His voice had that low, testing edge — half challenge, half promise.
Kevins’s body betrayed him. A shiver, a quick intake of breath, and then the tiniest nod. He hated himself for it, hated how much he wanted Archie to push the limit.
The smirk on the quarterbacks lips deepened into something darker. He shifted, deliberately spreading his legs wider, the air between them charged.
“Good,” Archie murmured, almost a growl. “Then let’s see just how much you can take.”