Shane rolled his eyes, tapping his pencil on his desk. Like he didn’t have better places to be on Tuesday and Thursday nights than at a college algebra class. He could think of a million things he’d rather be doing. But no, he had to be in a stuffy classroom with a bunch of people he could care less about, learning something he absolutely detested.

“Shane McMahon?” the professor’s voice broke through his thoughts.

Shane raised his hand. “Here.”

He lost interest as the professor went down the list of people in the class, and busied himself with staring at the wall. He had started to count the bricks when the classroom door opened. Shane looked up, and thought his heart had fallen through his body to the floor.

The most beautiful person he had ever seen walked into his college algebra class, and Shane shifted in his seat as he felt a stirring below his belt buckle. He sat, unable to move, staring at this sublime creature entering the room. What shocked Shane the most was that he found himself with a raging hard-on—and he was looking at a GUY! Shane took a deep breath and averted his eyes as the professor looked up.

“And who might you be, young man?” the professor asked, looking over his thick-rimmed glasses.

The blonde stopped, jamming his hands into the pockets of his tight jeans. “Name’s Hunter.”

The professor looked down over his class roster. He found the name and nodded. “All right, Mr. Helmsley. Take a seat, and try to be on time for class in the future.”

Shane looked up, trying to control the strange and unfamiliar hormones that were coursing through his body. What’s going on with me? I’m hard looking at a guy! Get a grip, Shane. Thinking about it, getting a grip was just what Shane wanted to do. He let his chocolate brown eyes stray up to look at the face of the Adonis standing at the head of the room.

Hunter was staring right at him.

Shane gasped. The brown eyes staring back at him were fierce and intense, and Shane didn’t dare look away. It only lasted for a minute, but to Shane, it seemed like an eternity. Hunter proceeded to walk to an empty desk across the room, and—

Did he just lick his lips? Oh my fucking God, did he just lick his lips?

Suddenly, Shane felt warmth flooding through his jeans. Please, God, no. He looked down—yep, Quick Draw McGraw had struck again. Shane felt his cheeks flush, and he looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed it.

Hunter was staring at him again.

And this time, he was smiling.

Fuck algebra.

Shane covered his damp groin with his algebra book and slid out of his seat. He barely heard the professor shout his name. He was down the hallway before the door even shut.

~~**~~

“Shaney, what’s the matter?” Katrina purred as she sat up on Shane’s pelvis. “Don’t you wanna—“

“I’m sorry, Katrina,” Shane mumbled, hardly paying any attention to her. The only thing he found remotely interesting about her was the blouse she was wearing. What the hell am I saying? Here’s a girl perfectly willing to sleep with me right here, and I’m thinking about how stylish her shirt is! No, Shane knew what he was thinking about—or, rather, who he was thinking about.

Hunter. The name hadn’t left his mind, nor had the absolutely sight of his face. He had made it back to his dorm without further embarrassment, but it wasn’t fifteen minutes later that he was jerking off just thinking about him. How could he be expected to perform for his on again, off again girlfriend when all he could think about was the god who had walked into his life and his algebra class.

“You don’t like me any more, do you?” Katrina hissed, crawling off him. “You’ve found someone else.”

Shane sat up quickly. “No, that’s not it. There’s no one else, Kat.”

She picked up her purse and her textbooks and walked to the door. “Why did I even waste my time on you, Shane? I should have known better. You’re all the same, you spoiled rich kids with all your money. Especially you.” She walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Shane shook his head and then fell back onto his bed. What was the point any more? Every relationship he tried to work through ended the same way—with the girl walking out on him. Fuck ‘em all.

There was a knock at the door. Shane really didn’t feel like getting up and answering it, but something told him that he should. He pushed himself up off the bed, dragging a hand through his hair, and crossed to the door. He opened it quickly, not bothering to look in the peephole.

Hunter was standing in the hallway, a wide grin on his face.

“Hey, Shane.”

Shane found his feet glued to the floor and his vocal chords not functioning at all. After a moment of stunned silence, he choked out a reply, “Oh, hey. Hunter, wasn’t it?” As if he didn’t know the name of the glorious being standing outside his door.

“Yeah,” Hunter replied, peeking into his dorm room. “Can I come in?”

Shane stumbled over his words. “Uh, y-yeah.” He stepped back into the room, Hunter close behind him.

The blonde looked around the room. “This is nice. You don’t have a roommate?”

Shane shook his head, not sure how to react to his presence. “My pops pays for me to have my own room.” He paused, and then cleared his throat. “So, uh, did you need something?”

Hunter nodded, pulling his hand out of his pocket. There was a folded up piece of paper in his hand. “The professor wanted someone to take your assignment to you. I volunteered ‘cause I had some free time.”

“Oh,” Shane replied, feeling slightly let down.

Hunter grinned, handing him the paper. “And I wanted to see you again.”

Shane almost screamed. He reached out and took the paper from Hunter. Their fingers brushed, and Hunter hung on to the paper for a moment before letting go. Shane stared stupidly at him, a goofy grin on his face. “Thanks.”

Hunter smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Shane had never experienced a perfect moment. He’d read about them in books and seen them in the movies, but never once had he had one of his own, his very own to enjoy and get lost in completely. As they stood there, brown eyes looking into brown eyes, Shane almost felt the seconds stretch into hours, and the hours stretch into days. He might have been standing there for years not realized it—

--except he suddenly felt Hunter’s lips on his, and everything came back to him with a screeching halt.

Hunter’s lips were against his, soft as velvet and warm like a blanket just out of the dryer. Shane melted against him, barely conscious of what was happening. Shane’s arms found their way around Hunter’s neck, and Hunter wound his arms around Shane’s waist, hugging him possessively. A soft murmur came from the back of Shane’s throat as Hunter slipped his tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth frantically and counting his teeth. Shane felt himself go hard in his jeans, and he felt Hunter smile against his lips. The blonde pulled him closer, grinding their hips together, and Shane felt that Hunter was in the same situation as he. Nothing had ever gotten him so hot. The rational part of his mind, had it been working, would have told him that this was sick and wrong, and that he shouldn’t have been getting off from kissing another guy. As it was, there was nothing he wanted more in the world than for Hunter to lay him out on his little dorm bed and fuck him 40 ways from Sunday.

Hunter pulled away, sucking on Shane’s lower lip. Shane found himself gasping for breath. “It was nice to meet you, Shane.”

Shane nodded, his eyelids fluttering. “You, too.”

Hunter slid his hands down to Shane’s ass and squeezed gently. “You know, I hear you’re really good at math.”

Shane nodded again, trying to catch his breath. “Pretty good.”

“Well, I’m not,” Hunter replied, pulling away. He walked backward toward the door. “Maybe you could tutor me sometime.”

“Sure,” Shane croaked out, rubbing the back of his neck.

“How about tomorrow? Say, seven o’clock?” Hunter asked, opening the door.

Shane fought off his exhilarated smile. “Perfect.”

Hunter stepped into the hallway, jamming his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, perfect.” He stared for a moment then ducked his head. “See ya then.”

Shane watched him leave until he was out of sight and then shut the door. It was going to be another night of jerking off like mad, but Shane had never looked forward to algebra more in his entire life.

~~**THE END**~~