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Phainon leans back in his chair with his legs stretched out under the table like he owns the room. He’s wearing a wrinkled yellow T-shirt and faded jeans, sleeves rolled up just enough to show he works out without really trying.
The nerdy guy next to him with turquoise hair, rectangular glasses, stiff posture keeps throwing him glances. First at Phainon’s empty worksheet, then at the way he’s basically melting into the seat.
“Hey, A—” Phainon squints. “Anao? Axago? Analagoras! What the fuck do you keep looking at me like that for??”
“Excuse me? That’s not my fucking name!” He leans in to whisper, so the teacher doesn’t hear. “It’s A-Nax-A-Go-Ras!”
Phainon blinks. “I said the same thing! Analagoras!”
“…That’s not-”
Phainon interrupts, deadpan: “Anal orgasm.”
The turquoise haired guy dramatically rolls his eyes and scoots his chair a full meter away from him.
Phainon taps his pen against the desk while the teacher explains how the tutoring-for-extra-credit program works. He doesn't care, not really, but he needs the points if he doesn’t want to repeat the year again. He’ll have to suck it up and babysit someone.
“...you’ll be paired with a student from one of the other 11th grade classes,” the teacher is saying. “We tried to match you with someone who could use a little help.”
Phainon yawns. Booooring.
Until-
“Phainon, you'll be tutoring Mydeimos from Class 7a.”
He looks up, clearly taken aback. That emo dude?
“Whats wrong? Do you know him?”
“Uh, no, I-“
“Well then theres no problem!” The teacher smiles. “Make sure to come along with me at the end of the lesson so I can introduce him to you.”
Phainon blinks. What the fuck just happened? He thought they would’ve been able to choose their tutees! He really wanted that buff brunette guy he kept seeing in the hallways… He sighs.
“What’s wrong?” Anaxagoras smirks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Not the guy you were hoping to hook up with?”
Phainon pushes him off his chair.
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After class. Teachers office.
Phainon fiddles around with the hem of his shirt, unable to even scroll on his phone thanks to the no phones during meetings rule. He stares at a particularly crusty corner of the desk. This whole thing is so stupid.
He wonders what Mydei is like. He hopes he’s not annoying, so he can chill while “tutoring him”. Gosh, he hated this. He never wanted to tutor someone. All because he’s failing English class…
Someone knocks.
“Come in!”
The door creaks open. Phainon doesn’t look up at first. But curiosity - it always wins.
He turns.
Standing right at the door, all in black stands a guy with half-lidded eyes, messy blond hair with red-dyed tips and a face that screams ‘leave me alone’. Phainon notices the red tattoo under his left eye.
The guy walks in slowly, hands in his jacket pockets, not looking at Phainon. When he sits down on the chair next to him, Phainon lets his eyes drag over the outfit: black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes. Bruh. What an emo.
Phainon looks away.
Looks back.
Clears his throat.
The teacher is still talking, blah blah grading system, blah blah schedule, but Phainon’s not listening anymore. He's too busy glaring at this dude. What’s his problem? Why’s he so...
Mydei shifts in his seat slightly - and their eyes meet.
Phainon’s whole spine stiffens.
He looks away so fast he hits his knee on the underside of the desk.
Cool. Smooth. You absolute dumbass.
The teacher claps her hands. “Great, so let me explain. This will be quick.”
Phainon sits up a little straighter. Mydei slouches even further into his hoodie.
“Phainon, this is Mydeimos. He’ll be your tutee. Mydeimos, Phainon’s in the top of the class in Physics, so you’re in good hands.”
Phainon glances sideways, smirks. “Lucky you.”
Mydei doesn’t even look at him. Just shrugs with a very fake and dry, “Yay.”
Wow. Social butterfly this guy.
“So, here’s how it works,” the teacher continues, tapping a paper on the desk between them. “You’ll meet once a week, for an hour minimum. I don’t care where, as long as it’s quiet and productive. You’ll both sign this sheet each week to confirm you actually did something, not just hung out and, I dont know, do stuff that teenage boys do.”
She hands them each a copy of the sheet and another one of the topics Mydei struggles in. “First session is Thursday. You can meet wherever works - library, one of your houses, doesn’t matter. I’ll check in from time to time. You help him pass the next test, you get your extra credit. Got it?”
Mydei finally glances at Phainon. “Are you even good at this?”
“Better than you, apparently.”
The teacher sighs. “Boys.”
They both mutter some version of "yeah, okay," and grab their stuff.
As they step out of the office, there’s a weird moment where neither says anything. The hallway is half-lit, quiet.
Phainon scratches the back of his neck. “Sooo... see you Thursday, emo boy?”
Mydei doesn’t even blink. “Wha-? I’m not even emo.”
“Oh? Could’ve fooled me.”
And with that, Mydei turns and walks off. Phainon stares at his backpack (also black) until he’s completely gone. He groans, then mutters to himself “Fuck my life.”
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11:04pm AKA phone-in-bed time.
Phainon scrolls through Instagram like a guy who absolutely doesn’t have school in the morning. He’s just aimlessly tapping through stories, lying half-facedown on his pillow, until—oops.
Somehow (through a few minutes of innocent stalking), he lands on @bakedby.mydei
cinnamon rolls part 2 🍞✨
The reel starts with Mydei’s hands rolling dough, quiet music in the background. There's a short clip of his face - no scowl this time. Just soft lashes, pink cheeks from oven heat, and focused eyes. His voice in the voiceover is smooth, quiet, focused.
He kinda looks… like a cat. A really moody, slightly annoyed cat. Cute.
Phainon blinks.
Shakes his head.
“The fuck” he mutters. “Cute? It’s cute? Did I just-“
He flips onto his back and stares at the ceiling.
No. Nope. He doesn’t care. It’s just tutoring. Strictly academic stuff. He’s not into some moody pastry boy. No way!
…Except he’s replaying it.
And again.
And again.
Next thing he knows, he’s looking him up.
He finds his parents’ Facebook accounts.
“Oh my god.”
There’s a blurry pic of tiny Mydei in a Halloween costume, one from what looks like a school play, and- oh my. Oh my god. Phainons eyes widen, when the realization hits. Recent gym pics.
Damn.
He zooms in. Stares. Zooms out. Zooms in again. You might think he’s drooling on his pillow at this point.
“…fuck,” he whispers. “He’s kinda hot.”
He buries his face in his pillow.
With an annoyed groan, he decides its time to sleep. Definitely time to sleep. But first…
He looks down.
More precisely, he looks down at the tent in his shorts. All because he looked at a few pictures of Mydei.
The guy he’s supposed to be tutoring in 2 days.
How dare he be hot! He’s even better than the other guy he was hoping to tutor.
He gulps. Sits up. The gym pic is still open on his phone. He could quickly finish himself off if he wanted to.
No… not to a guy he literally met TODAY. He can’t be that desperate… right?
But those arms, gosh, those abs, those thighs! Why would he hide all that under his baggy clothes?
He throws an arm over his eyes and groans again. “Fucking bakedby.mydeimos,” he mutters, then adds a slightly whinier “I hate him.”
Five minutes of internal arguing later, he finally turns over, kicks off the blanket and tells himself to sleep.
Eventually he passes out with the bluest balls ever and his pillow shoved over his face.
---
One week later.
The last few days at school were boring. (As always.)
So Phainon did what any over-it 18-year-old would: he ditched 5th and 6th period. Being legal came with perks. Like the fact that now, when he skips, the school doesn’t rat him out to his parents. Amazing.
Not so amazing when you look at his attendance record, though.
At home, he throws together a sandwich and plops down on the couch, shirtless, hair messy, crumbs already collecting on his sweatpants. No parents around = no one nagging him to clean his room or get a job. Peace.
His thoughts wander, as they tend to do lately, to cinnamonroll catboy. Ugh.
He turns on the TV.
Meh. Boring.
He takes out his phone from his back pocket.
Suddenly, he gets a text from an unknown number:
[Unknown]: heres the address. for tutoring..yk
[Unknown]: dont be late. my mom made snacks.
Phainon squints at the name.
Phainon: ??? who dis
[Unknown]: wow. rude.
[Unknown]: it’s mydei.
Phainon: oh
Phainon: OHHHH
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH”
He stares at the message for a full ten seconds, trying very, very hard not to remember how long he stared at Mydei’s gym selfie last night. At exactly 1:48 AM. With intentions.
Phainon: ill be there!! should I bring sth
Mydei: ur books???????
Phainon: …….. ok
He waits. Squints at the screen. Refreshes. Stares some more.
Nothing. No reply.
It’s been ten minutes, Phainon. Let it go.
With a dramatic sigh, he drags himself to the bathroom to shower.
---
Phainon checks the address again, lowers his airpods and takes a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.
He’s definitely not sweating. It’s just a bit warm! That’s all.
The door swings open.
There stands Mydei, still in his all-black glory. Black tank top, grey sweatpants, hair tied up. Lethal combo. He looks even better in natural light. This should be illegal. Phainons mouth probably falls open, he doesn’t even notice.
“Hey,” Mydei says flatly, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing at his lips.
Phainon’s brain malfunctions for a full second. “Hey,” he says, but it sounds more like a croak.
Mydei raises a brow. “You good?”
“Yeah,” Phainon says too fast. “Totally. Fine. Let’s… physics.”
They go upstairs. The mom yells from the kitchen: “Tell me if you boys want anything!”
Mydei mumbles something. Phainon follows him up, trying not to stare at the sway of Mydeis hips while pretending to be interested in framed family photos. His thoughts start to wander.
He’s leading me to his room. Where his bed is. Where he probably jerks off. I wonder what that looks like during it. Maybe he uses toys. Maybe he prefers his hand. Would he have a big--
Mydei clears his throat, shooting a look over his shoulder.
Phainon snaps out of it.
Fuck, Phainon, get a grip!
They get to the room. Mydei's desk is already set up with a textbook, two water bottles, and snacks (of course). Phainon flops onto the floor beside the desk. Mydei grabs his notebook and sits cross-legged next to him.
“Sooo, where should we begin, mister Phainon?”
“Excuse me?”
Mydei giggles a bit and Phainon feels like he just got hit by a truck. Did he just-
“Wow. You can laugh?”
“Ha. Ha. Very funny, mister funny guy.” Mydei shakes his head and turns to the topic he struggles the most with.
“Lets see... Wait. You can’t do kinematics?!”
“I— Fuck you? Are you here to teach me or to judge me!?” Mydei furrows his brows.
Phainon wheezes. “Oh my g- Oh my god, you look so cute when youre embarrassed!”
“Youre a fucking asshole, do you know that?” Mydei looks so done.
--
Thirty minutes later, and they’d actually been trying. For real.
Mydei was scribbling in his notebook while Phainon was half-lying on the floor with his legs stretched under the desk, one sock halfway off, occasionally muttering the right answer before Mydei could even finish reading the question. He earned a lot of nasty side-eyes with that.
The TV was on, volume low. Some dramatic crime show was playing, Phainons suggestion.
“I don’t get it. Why do I have to know this? Gosh..” Mydei mumbled, pen hovering over a problem.
Phainon lazily stretched his arms overhead and yawned, intentionally letting his shirt ride up a little. “Its interesting.”
„Sure. “ Mydei looks up from his book. “Why is the TV even on?”
“It’s background noise,” Phainon said, like it was obvious. “Good for concentration. You never heard of that?”
“No?”
“Well, you just did,” he replied smugly. “Plus, I read somewhere that too much studying can shorten your lifespan. So technically, I’m saving your life.”
Mydei snorted. “What kinda brainrot are you on?”
“Excuse me? Brainrot? I read it on reddit!”
“Oh, so youre an incel redditor now?” Mydei points his pen at him, swaying it up and down.
“Im not a fucking incel! You-!”
Mydei gave him that look, the unimpressed one, head tilted slightly, mouth twitching like he’s fighting off a smile.
Phainon’s heart did that annoying thing again.
God. That tiny smile. That little twitch. It had no business looking so...
He tried to act normal.
“Anyway,” he said, flipping a page in his notebook he hadn’t even written on, “you’re doing pretty good for someone who looked like he was gonna destroy the textbook an hour ago.”
Mydei rolled his eyes. “I still might.”
Phainon smirked. “You could destroy me instead.”
Pause.
“… Wha-?”
He realized what he said the second it left his mouth.
Mydei blinked. His pen froze mid-word.
And then… a faint red started creeping up his ears.
Phainon felt his stomach flip, twist, combust, all at once.
'What the fuck am I saying!??'
He immediately sat up straighter. “I didn’t- I mean- not like that, unless-“ He coughs, “I mean—”
Mydei avoided eye contact, trying to hide the smile threatening to take over his entire face.
“You’re such a dumbass,” he mumbled quietly.
But he wasn’t angry. Nor did he look annoyed.
Phainon stared at him. His heart was racing, and it sure as hell wasn’t from all the sugary drinks he drank earlier.
But fuck, now he couldn’t stop staring. The way the TV light hit Mydei’s cheekbone, the way his red-tipped hair was starting to fall out of the tie a little, that slight, hidden smile-
He was hard.
Why was he hard right now!?
Phainon swallowed. He needed to chill.
But he couldn’t. Not when Mydei looked this good. Not when the air between them had shifted into something heavier.
He wanted to have sex with him so, so badly. He wanted to see those pretty lashes fluttering while he’s just thrusting and thrusting, then fill him up real good. Phainon bet his hole is tight as hell. God, he was getting shivers just by the thought of it.
He wanted to lick that neck. And that chest. And those abs. And those thighs.
Just wait. A little longer. I’ll deal with you when we’re home he says to his erection, while searching for a pillow to hide it under.
-
Phainon had been pretending to focus on helping Mydei for the past ten minutes, but the truth was, he hadn’t solved a single problem since that little “You can destroy me instead” thing.
Gah, it was embarrassing how horny he was.
Mydei was still working or at least pretending to. His brows were furrowed, the pencil in his hand tapping some kinda rhythm against the edge of his notebook. One strand from his eye was falling over his eye and Phainon was physically fighting to hold himself back from brushing it away.
He kept catching himself staring. He genuinely couldn’t stop.
The curve of Mydei’s shoulder, his tattooed biceps, that teeny waist, that butt… Was he arching his back like that on purpose? Or was he really just that comfortable in the most tempting position ever? Did he know what he was doing to him?
He muttered “fffuck.” and kept staring for another while.
Eventually, he groaned and flopped fully onto the floor, notebook tossed aside.
“I’m sooooo bored! When is this lesson over?” he whined dramatically.
“Almost done.”
Phainon hovers his head to look at Mydeis side profile. He was squinting at the page like it offended him.
Phainon reached over and flicked his pencil.
“Hey-!”
“You were asking for that.”
“I said im almost done!”
“And I said im bo-hoored~!!!” Phainon whined in a singsong voice.
“How is that my problem??”
“Youre so cocky,” Phainon grinned, stretching lazily. “Its kinda hot.”
Mydei gave him a flat look “Gosh, youre miserable.”
“Me? Miserable? You can’t even do science!”
And just like that, the tension tipped over.
Mydei lunged. Phainon dodged, laughing, and suddenly there was a whole scuffle happening on the floor.
Phainon grabbed a pillow for defense.
Mydei tried to yank it from him. “You--!”
“Me? What~?” Phainon smirked sweetly, looking down at Mydei.
Mydei slapped him and they rolled, knocking onto the desk, almost kicking over the water.
And somehow –
Somehow Phainon ended up on his back.
With Mydei straddling him.
His chest was heaving, face flushed, hair loose now.
Phainon froze.
Mydei blinked down at him, the realization of their position slowly sinking in.
“.. I-I won.” Mydei said, voice lower than usual, trying to sound smug.
Phainon stared up at him like he’d been punched in the lungs.
'Good lord, I’m about to bust in my pants.'
Their faces were barely a few inches apart. Mydeis thighs were warm around Phainon’s hips. His hands were on the sides of Phainons head, caging him.
Neither of them said anything for a second.
“… you-you gonna move?” Phainon asked, voice hoarse.
“Hm? Move? But then I’d lose, wouldn’t i?”
Phainon blinked. His brain completely fried.
Mydei wasn’t moving, for fucks sake. He was sure that the blonde haired could feel his hardon under him.
“Mydei-“
“What happens if I stay?”
The space between them grew hot, unbearable. Phainon couldn’t stop looking at his lips.
Phainon reached up slowly, fingers brushing the side of Mydei’s face, tucking the loose hair behind his ear like he’d wanted to all night. His hand lingered.
“I… I might kiss you,” he murmured.
Mydei still wasn’t moving and Phainon’s last string of patience snapped.
Phainon surged up, hand gripping the back of Mydei’s neck, lips crashing into his like he’d been starving for it.
And Mydei - oh god - he kissed him back immediately.
Phainon groaned as Mydei’s hips shifted down onto his again, unintentional or very intentional pressure pressing right against the bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck—" Phainon broke the kiss with a gasp, head falling back to the floor.
Mydei stared at him like he wasn’t sure what the fuck just happened. His chest was rising and falling. He bit his bottom lip, still sitting on him, lips kiss-bitten.
“Phainon?”
He paused.
Looked down.
Felt it.
Oh.
“You’re hard.”
Phainon covered his face with his arm.
“You’re straddling me, Mydei.”
Phainon peeked from under his arm, eyes half-lidded.
“Get off me before I do something we might regret.”
Mydei smirked. He fucking smirked. Stayed put. This guy--
“Who said I don’t want you to?”
Phainon’s eyes darkened, breath shuddering.
“Mydei, seriously, look, your mom’s downstairs, we met like 2 days ago, i-I don’t know—"
But Mydei just tilted his head, blond strands falling into his flushed face, still straddling him like this was simply casual.
“So? We just gotta keep quiet.”
The white haired gulped. “You’re 100% sure??”
“Phainon, just-“he rolled his hips against his clothed cock and smiled weakly, “please? I really need this after such an intense studying session.” He practically whined.
Phainon snapped.
In one smooth movement, he grabbed Mydei’s wrists and flipped them. The air whooshed out of Mydei’s lungs as his back hit the carpet, the world spinning for a sec, Phainon’s weight pressing him down.
“God, I want you so bad, Mydei…”
Mydei sucked in a breath. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
He leaned forward and kissed him again, harder this time. His hands tangled in Mydei’s loose hair, pulling, tilting his head back for better access. Mydei gasped against him and that only seemed to fuel him.
Mydei clawed at his shirt, dragged him closer, legs falling open without thinking. He wasn’t even trying to hide the tiny noises escaping his throat anymore.
“I hate that youre actually good at this.” He panted when their lips broke.
“Im known as sex king 5000 baby”
Mydei threw his head back and pushed Phainon away by his shoulder. “Jesus christ, never-fucking-mind you’re horrible at this."
“But you’re trembling.”
“I’m not—”
Phainon rolled his hips down just once and Mydei’s sentence turned into a moan.
He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut, face red as hell.
“Still horrible?” Phainon pouted.
Mydei swallowed. Barely managed a breathy:
“…do it again.”
Phainon froze. Eyes locked on Mydeis flushed, breathless face. He could probably cum just by the sight of it.
“Yeah?”
Mydei didn’t answer, he just moved. Hips rolling up slowly, shamelessly – grinding against the bulge in Phainons jeans. He knew exactly what he was doing. The friction was clumsy, but god, did it hit.
Phainon gasped sharply and gripped Mydeis hips before he could stop himself.
“Mydei, really, last chance to back up—”
But Mydei didn’t even blink. He titled his head and smirked with those intoxicating lips. Phainons cock twitched in his pants.
“Tch, I thought you were some kinda sex king? Are you not gonna prove it to me?”
Phainon had to grin at that. Then he kissed him, hard. It was sloppy and breathless, no holding back anymore. Mydei moaned into it, grabbing his shirt, pulling him down.
They were grinding, rutting at eachother. Hips pressing together, slow at first. The denim was rough and way too thick. Definitely not enough… but somehow way too much.
Mydei gasped, head falling back against the floor. “F-Fuck, that feels-“ He couldn’t even finish. He just bit his lip and moved again.
Phainon hissed with his teeth clenched. His body was trembling. The pressure in his pants were borderline unbearable. It hurt so much, god, he just wanted to push his cock inside Mydeis hot hole. But instead, he started kissing Mydeis neck, leaving marks there.
“Tell me how it feels.” He whispered, lips brushing against Mydeis jaw.
“I- Ah- Fuck-“ Mydei panted. Phainon had to giggle by how sensitive the other was.
Phainon rocked into him harder. Their cocks rubbed together, trapped and leaking in their jeans and both of them lost it a little.
Mydeis legs wrapped around him before he could think. Thighs locking at Phainons waist, pulling him in with every thrust, every shake of his hips.
Phainon felt dizzy at the sight. He could die at this very moment and know he had lived a beautiful fulfilling life.
Their humping turned desperate. Sloppy even.
“Haah… Phainon,…” Mydei was gasping now, nails dragging down Phainons back, trying to get even closer, grinding uncontrollably.
“Gonna – ngh – gonna come—” he choked, biting his lip to make sure to not be too loud.
He could feel it. The twitch of his thighs, the way his hips jolted with every thrust, the breath hitching in his throat.
“Hmm? Already?” Phainon teased in a shaky, breathy voice. As if he wasn’t about to cum aswell.
Mydei pulled Phainon in by his neck and kissed him, sloppy and desperate.
“Please, P-Phainon—” he looked up with glossy eyes and – holy fuck – Phainon felt the familiar warmth in his lower stomach so fucking close to snapping.
“Come on” he rasped, “do it, Mydei. Come for me.”
And he did.
He came with a shaky, whiny moan, hips stuttering as he soaked his jeans.
Phainon snapped a second later, moaning into Mydei’s neck, cock twitching as he spilled in his pants like a fucking teenager who hadn’t formed a single thought since this started.
They collapsed there, still all tangled up and panting, jeans a mess, heart pounding like crazy.
(what the fuck…….)
Mydei eventually lifted his head, blinking like he’d just woken up.
They just stared at each other awkwardly for a minute. Maybe two.
“So-“
“Mydeimos!” his moms voice came right behind the door.
To say that Phainon and Mydei jumped from their places, would be an understatement. They literally flew to each side of the room. Phainon put the pillow from before on his crotch and Mydei laid down on his stomach.
“Yes, mom?”
She entered carefully.
“Oh, youre just watching a movie, haha! I thought I’d heard something, but you two seem to have a lot of fun.” She smiles. “I made dinner, by the way. If anyones hungry? Are you two hungry? Should I prepare the t-“
“Ugh no, mom! We’re not hungry! Please get out!”
She mumbles something involving ‘moody teenager’ before closing back the door and leaving Phainon and Mydei enter their awkward bubble again.
They had a whole lotta fun, for sure.