#dickmint

"Dude this fucking sucks, I can't do this" Sam dropped his pen on the table "I've got a party to host tonight I can't do homework"

"Get a tutor" Beckett said. Who does he think Sam is, a loser?

"Fuck no man I can do this myself!" Sam picked his pen up and got back to work.

"You were literally just whining 'oh this is so hard'" Beckett did a crude impression of Sam's voice.

"Fuck you" Sam grunted. Beckett just laughed.

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Sam realizes a few days later that Beckett was right. He does need a tutor. But where would he even find one? Even worse, how embarrassing that's gonna be. Captain of the hockey team and president of the best frat on campus, needing a tutor!?

Someone sitting down next to San pulled him out of his thoughts. No one ever sits next to him in class, everyone's already got their assigned unassigned seats. He looks over and holy shit.

This new kid is the hottest man he's ever seen. With curly brown hair and these pathetic little nerdy glasses. He's wearing this ugly yellow sweater too. What a nerd, Sam thought, maybe he could tutor me.

"Hey. You new?" Sam asked.

"Hi. Yeah, I just transferred here from Toronto. I'm Fraser" He stuck his hand out. Sam shook it. He almost didn't want to let go, Fraser's hands were so soft. Softer then any girl that's ever touched Sam

"Damn UofT is smart people shit. You smart?"

"Yeah, I'd like to say I'm smart" Fraser smiled softly, a little nervously even.

"Do you..." Sam paused, feeling like a loser. "Do you uh, tutor people? I'm really struggling right now and if I don't keep my grades up they're gonna kick me off the hockey team here"

"I don't usually tutor but you seem like you need it. You didn't even say your name back when I introduced myself".

"Oh shit, sorry. I'm Dickie. Well actually my name's Sam but everyone calls me Dickie" Sam grinned, prideful. It's the highest honor of an athlete to be know by everyone by their nickname.

"Well dickie. I'd be happy to tutor you. Here's my number, text me when you need help". Sam didn't even notice Fraser writing anything down. He happily accepts the piece of Fraser slid over to him. The penmanship beautiful and ten times more eligible then his own.

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Sam's head immediately popped up from his phone when he heard a knock on the door. He called out to his bros he'll get the door and practically ran there.

He opened the door with a grin on his face "Oh my God Fraser, you are my savior!"

"Oh it's no big deal" Fraser smiled "I like helping people, especially when they need it"

San just smiled and grabbed Fraser's arm, leading him up to his bedroom. His bedroom is exactly what to expect of a frat president and a hockey player. There's clothing all over the floor and a handful of beer cans on the desk where he does his school work. It's dimly lit, and the dark walls only make it dimmer.

"Oh I forgot to clean up, sorry bout the shit every where" Sam said as he grabbed a second chair for Fraser to sit down in. "Here you go!"

"It's okay" Fraser walked over to the chair, looking around before sitting down "Thank you. Now where do you want to start?"

"I'm having a hard time with analyzing the poem. It kinda feels like they're just saying shit" Sam huffed.

Fraser leaned closer to him, pushing his glasses up to read what's on the page in front of Sam "Well here it says 'Streets that follow like a tedious argument - Of insidious intent - To lead you to an overwhelming question...'. What do you think it means?"

"Frase, buddy, I have no fucking clue and that's why you're here" Fraser was so close, Sam could smell his subtle woodsy sweet cologne. He wonders if Fraser also thinks it's starting to get hot in here.

"I'm not here to do your work for you, I'm here to help. Now let's think what could it mean" Fraser spoke so softly but Sam thought he could hear a sign of ego in there. God, Sam wishes he could hear more of his voice.

"Uhm... Well the street is like an argument so is it like, looping and never ending?" Sam thinks he did a good job with this answer.

"Yeah exactly! See you're smart, you just don't give yourself credit. You don't even need me" Fraser chuckled, clearly amused by Sam.

"Oh no that was just a lucky guess! I still need you" Sam blurted out.

Fraser just giggled "Sure thing. let's finish this up".

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A couple weeks went past of tutoring once or twice a week. Sam might be crazy but he's pretty sure that Fraser is starting to flirt back.

He's been thinking of Fraser more and more. It's getting the point every time he shoves his hands down his pants at him, he cums with Fraser's name on his tongue.

Sam didn't think he would be able to hold back his feelings anymore. He thinks if he sees Fraser one more time with having confessed he may just explode.

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It took about ten minutes, but eventually Fraser ended up in Sam's bedroom sitting in bed with him

"Sam, what's up. Your making me a little nervous. Are you gonna tell me there's a better tutor?" Fraser looked so pretty. His lips pink and like he just put chapstick on and his curls perfect. Sam had to hold himself from flipping Fraser into his stomach and mounting him like a dog.

"No! God no. I'm gonna say that I don't ever want another tutor. I want you. In more ways then one" Jesus Sam was bad at this.

Fraser paused "What other ways do you want me? Is there more ways?"

"Like, I want to date you and sex you"

"Oh" Fraser turned bright red. He looked down at his feet. Sam began to feel his stomach drop. Did he say the wrong thing? He was beginning to panic inside.

They sat quietly for a few seconds before Fraser yanked Sam's face and pressed his own lips against Sam's. Holy shit, Sam thought, he's kissing me!.

Fraser kissed so aggressive for someone who looked so polite. Sam almost thinks that Fraser was dying for this too.

"God, Fray" Sam groaned as Fraser tongue prodded around in his mouth. Fraser just whined, and whined again when Sam picked up into in.

Sam pulled back, flipping them so Sam was on top of Fraser. "Can I fuck y-"

Fraser cut San off before he could even finish asking his question "Ohh, yes please"

They continue to make out as they frantically ripped each others clothing off. Sam only stopped kissing to spit on his fingers and stick them inside Fraser, which elicited a moan that was way higher then Sam thought he could make.

Eventually Sam thought he had Fraser stretched well enough, and he reached for a condom because you can't tap unless you wrap. It's what all the hockey boys are taught, weirdly enough.

He rolled it on quite unattractively, then lubes it up with some stolen lube he doesn't even remember where he got it from.

"Is this okay?" Sam asked as he lined himself with Fraser.

"Yeah, so good" Fraser moaned, hips bucking up.

Sam put his hands on Fraser's hips and held him into the mattress as he slid in. The both groaned as he bottomed out. He was nice, kept a pace slow enough to make it good and gentle enough to not hurt Fraser.

Clearly though, that's not what Fraser wanted as he whined "Sam, faster! harder!". Jeez, Fraser was bossy.

"Yeah, baby, whatever you want" He didn't last much longer as he used his speed and strength in his thrusts. Fraser came first, with a beautiful grunt. Sam followed soon, filling up the condom.

"Your good" Sam said as he pulled up.

"Thanks, you too" Fraser sat up with a wince

"Yes!" Sam cheered as he tossed the balled up condom into the trash can on the other side of the room "Sorry. Does this make us boyfriends?"

"I think so" Fraser gave a tired smile. Sam smiled back, wrapping his arms around Fraser and pulling him back down. "Hey before we lay back down we should clean up"

"Right" Sam got back up. He pulled Fraser up too and they went to the bathroom together.

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As they showered they talked about everything and anything. What they wanted to do outside of college. Sam was hoping to make the NHL, Fraser wanted to be a journalist. Sam joked that he'd get Fraser a journaling job at whatever team he plays more, but the more he thinks about it the less of a joke it is. He does want Fraser to go wherever he goes.

They scrubbed each other clean, hands gentle and caring. When they finally got out, they didn't bother getting dressed, just dryed off and went back to bed.

Before falling asleep, Sam muttered "This is nice, boyfriend"

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