Free Disasterology 101 by Taylor V. Donovan Page B

doubted Kevin could tell how badly he was shaking inside.
     
    Kevin’s small eyes bulged out of their sockets, his nostrils flared and his mouth fell open before he caught himself and snapped it shut. Cedric wasn’t surprised. He had the hardest time not putting his foot in his mouth whenever he talked to anyone.
     
    It was the downside of spending a significant part of his life isolated from germ-carrying family members and only having the occasional friend. There was no need to watch what he said. The lack of an inner filter was a direct result of it. Not even the private personality coaches his mother had insisted on hiring while he was growing up could keep him from being a total twat.
     
    “I don’t think so, mate ,” Kevin finally said.
     
    “Why not?” Cedric insisted, blocking Kevin’s exit with his body when he tried to move toward the door. “You had no problems sucking me off before, and we both know what would’ve happened after that, had you not run away and gone with me to a cleaner place instead.”
     
    Cedric knew Kevin had just recently joined the ranks of men who liked to shag other men. Even if he’d been with a man in the past month, Cedric knew that it’d probably be a good idea to handle Kevin with much more care than Cedric was capable of, yet he didn’t take his words back. He just watched Kevin try to process them and figure out how to reply.
     
    “If I remember correctly, you didn’t enjoy it at all.” Kevin’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, and the look in his eyes was hard. “And you’re propositioning a student. I don’t know how things work in England, or Ireland, or Scotland, or wherever the fuck you’re from, but here in the States? I could report you for that.”
     
    “England,” Cedric clarified. “But I’ve been living in Manhattan for several months now. And I’m not propositioning a student. I am propositioning a bloke who’s already sucked my dick and come all over my hand.”
     
    Yes… total twat… Cedric could have smacked himself for that one.
     
    “I told you I don’t want to talk about that.” The snarl was back in full force but Cedric didn’t mind. The more Kevin snapped, the more turned on Cedric got. There was something deliciously twisted about that.
     
    “Do you know you look bloody gorgeous when you get all mad like that?”
     
    It became quite obvious Kevin couldn’t gape and answer at the same time.
     
    Cedric took the opportunity to glance at his watch. It was almost ten o’clock.
     
    “Bollocks.” Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stop looking at Kevin and walked back to his desk.
     
    “Are you related to the owners of Greenbriar International Builders?”
     
    “How did you know?” he asked absently while gathering his books.
     
    Kevin’s chuckle was humorless. “Lucky guess?”
     
    Cedric quickly perused Kevin again, from his messy hair to his dusty construction boots. “So you work for my family then.”
     
    “This is a fucking disaster,” Kevin sputtered. “You’re ruining my carefully drafted plans, man.”
     
    “And how exactly am I doing that?”
     
    “Do you really need to ask?” He rubbed his face with his hands. “You teach a class I need to take, and own the damn company where I work part-time.”
     
    “So maybe I’ll be seeing you around the construction sites at some point as well.”
     
    “What part of I don’t want to be anywhere near you can’t you understand?”
     
    “You’re undressing me with your eyes.”
     
    “Bullshit,” Kevin barked. “I’m too upset right now to even think about that.”
     
    “I need to go home now,” Cedric said, doing his best to hide his smile.
     
    “Just like that?” Incredulity made Kevin’s voice ring higher than it usually was. “Are you even listening to me? I just told you I don’t wa—”
     
    “It’s getting late.”
     
    “It’s not even ten .”
     
    “It’s getting late for me, mate.”
     
    “What? Got a