Private Tutoring (Cororu x YourFavoriteSenpai)

This year, the college session begins at early fall. The air is ripe with the sweet fall scents: crisping leaves, apple sweets, and the youthful enthusiasm for experiences anew. Certainly, there are those of whom approach college with lament or apathy, lethargy in their steps. They begin the ascent with a dull roll that lead to the inevitable downfall but not upon the other side. However, they are the minority. Approaching in droves, the student body comes, and they seek to impress upon themselves the fountains of knowledge gained through proper mentor-mentee relationships. Some will found great medicines and others will craft art that shall rend a soul into a landfill or such a thing that love has forgotten. Yet others more shall grow and learn who they truly are. That, in the truest statement, is the purpose of most college-bound students: self-discovery. Coda is one such student.

Last week, Coda celebrated his 18th birthday, and as though it were a rite of passage, his first task post celebration was to fill out his college application. Certainly, he has his aspirations, but so, too, do his parents. Coda, being the youngest, shall become a great surgeon, so thinks the mother, or a wonderful engineer and master craftsman, so thinks the mother. How disappointed they will be, one day, when Coda emerges with a music degree. Years now, he has been part of a choir, and in compliment, he was part of his school's talented opera club. The club was an unofficial gathering of various musical enthusiasts under the direction of the music teacher. Too small to be an official group, the collective of kids merely sang to their hearts content. They couldn't quite muster the money to perform before the school, but they had their fun with internet uploads. Nothing came of them but pleasure and 10 or so views. Yet, Coda is no longer in high school, no longer bound to the smaller confines of limited purpose and function. No: he now has a chance to perfect his sing-song voice under the professional hand of a college-school'd professor. Yet, logistics come first.

Coda looks for signs and directions to seek his dorm. His parents paid for one, but due to an outing, they didn't have time to tour the facilities. A little lost lamb, he approaches a large, framed map. The lines are clearly marked and his current position is in no doubt. Yet, this does not help Coda. Map reading and spacial awareness are not his forte, a skill lost among his studious nature and singing. He looks around for help, but thus far, having just arrived with the rest of the students, he is among a sea of unfamiliar faces. They move too fast and too rapidly for him to secure assistance. Swept aside like driftwood, he weaves his way around, trying to find someone even remotely official looking if only to guide his person.

"Huh... It looks like it's about to rain." A drop of water landed on his glasses, dripping down his face before landing on the floor. Mark took a whip of the air around him. Finally done with his college classes for the day, all he could think about was just the feeling of his couch underneath him. His legs began to hurry at the thought, the sooner he could, the better. Freshman crowded the college campus, many lost around the entrance. Some college seniors poked fun at them, knowing the troubles that they have been through were left in the past. Teachers waltzed through the sea of confusion, not having enough time to spare in their busy schedules. The sight of it brought a sigh from Mark. This was the usual fall semester. Every semester.

Mark walked around the side path to avoid the hustle and bustle of the student traffic. He always kept to himself through college, reasons being that he hated large crowds and loose words can end your respect as a college student. College wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. It was difficult, demanding, and all the more stressing. Mark looked at their faces, taking a mental snap shot for their self esteem of being able to go to college. However, it was interrupted from a vibration in his pocket.

"Oh! Mark, your brother is going to the same college as you. We just dropped him off!" Mark glanced at the text, before looking at the giant crowd nearby him. If his brother was in that college, he would be in the sea of lost students. Truth be told, he loved Coda as a brother. But, the time that they were separated due to college forced their relationship as siblings to grow cold. Four years later, he was going to see him again. Thoughts roamed his mind as he entered the crowd. Will he act different? Will he look different? Will he look at me different?

Weaving his way through the crowd, Coda circles about the general area - not quite heading towards any particular direction. He remains lost in both navigation and in purpose, of which creates his need to seek guidance and a helping hand telling him where to travel. Though he now tries to carry himself with a sort of dignity and independence, he is now and has always been a little lost without a loving hand. As a little boy, Coda relied upon his brother, Mark. Coda was very attached to Mark, holding hands all the time and hiding behind his other brother when strangers approached. They even bathed and showered together until their parents deemed it odd and strange at an arbitrary age. Coda had Mark wash his back and the bottom of his little feet. Whether Coda really needed the physical help is unclear - even to Coda, but if nothing else, it offered a bit of comfort and solace to have someone take care of him - to coddle and dote upon him. They sat together at dinner, cuddled while playing video games, and frequently slept in the same bed. Things grew rather awkward, however, when Mark, being older, left for college. By that age, Coda knew of the inevitability, but knowledge of is far different than an understanding. The distance burned Coda's heart, and without Mark, Coda had to learn how to be more independent - or at least seem it.

The years of high school were quite hellish. His little baby-boy face made him the center of teasing as being to frilly, sissy, and weak. True, he found some comfort in a small niche of friends, but that comforting bond he long since held with Mark was not something he could replace. Coda has his memories of high school here and there - some good and some bad. However, Coda cannot deny the fact that he counted down the days when he could go to college with Mark. He would be with a caring brother again. Yet, how should he act? In his younger years, Coda was indeed very feminine and quite cuddly. They'd go out to hunt for fresh berries, chestnuts, and even butterflies all while Coda clung onto Mark's arm. Yet, in his years of high school, he developed a sort of shy but academically reliable student - the kind that got first dibs as study buddy. Would Mark appreciate the adorable little brother? Or respect the more matured Coda? He didn't know, but he did see Mark peek over the sea of new students.

Coda weaves through the crowd to meet his brother. With a proper posture but a beautifully bright smile, Coda fixes his hair. "H-Hey, Mark."

He turned towards the familiar sound. "Coda?" His eyes looked around the source of the sound, before noticing a familiar face along the sea of freshmen. "Coda!" His husky arms gripped Coda's waist, pulling him into his chest. "It's been so long. You look... The same." The only thing that was apparent for Mark was that he grew just a little bit taller. However, that was pretty much it. "Let's get you out of this rain okay?" Mark took off his thick raincoat and wrapped it around Coda, it obviously didn't fit with the sides flaps of the jacket reaching his thighs. The sleeves extended several inches past the tips of his fingers.

Other college students began staring at the two. Some girls began to chuckle at the sight of Coda being so close to Mark. "Hey Coda. Do you want to head back to my apartment? So you could pack your things or would you like for me to take you around the school and catch up a bit?" Even though his coming was unexpected for Mark, he looked like he have a plan. The rain began dripping down his body, nearly revealing his chest under his white shirt. He wasn't muscular by any comparison, but he wasn't unfit either.

When Mark left his home for college, he began working out at a nearby gym. All the time he spent with Coda was free, and so he enjoyed working out and thus his body made a good change in the time difference. 'Your choice mister."

To have Mark hold him again makes Coda rather happy. The last time he was held was way back during middle school. Out of fear and shyness, Coda had wet himself at the public park. At the time, Mark was kind enough to get some clean napkins from a hot dog stand to whip down Coda and then tie a summer shirt around Coda's waist to hide the stain. The whole walk home thereafter, Mark gently hugged Coda, and in his memories, Coda recalls a slightly sweet and warm scent and feeling that came from being held by Mark. Perhaps it was the kindness, but kindness can come from anyone. For Coda, it was a brotherly love that could not be replaced. Coda's glad that Mark hugged him now. He still has that scent, but now, he takes note of Mark's more well-refined muscles. Though, he makes no mention of it yet; he's supposed to be more mature now - all grown up.

"N-Nice to see you, too, Mark." The rain begins falling, and just like how he was wet so many years ago, Coda finds himself again wrapped and protected by Mark's clothing. The little brother hugs it close and smiles up at Mark happily. "Since it's raining, why don't we head to your apartment? I can cook for you." Coda has been cooking for years now. His first meal was spaghetti - simple and a little bland because he didn't use any salt, but Coda was happy to serve it to his big brother. When Mark left for college, Coda had prepared a banquet: roast turkey, cheese and mushroom bruschetta, grilled asparagus with mustard-creme, and much, much more.

At a few points here and there, Coda looks up and down Mark's body. He's greatly admiring the new physique, and Coda begins to wonder if Mark remembers his physique and Coda's "oddity."

"Sure thing. Let's not get you sick alright?" Mark began walking towards the entrance of the college, his hand firmly wrapped around Coda's hand. He had a brotherly affection for the little guy. Coda always looked up to him and he felt obliged to become better for him.

Several minutes away, he arrived at the parking lot. Mark still drove the car his parents gave him before he left, the same old two-door Civic that his dad used to drive a long time ago. The only difference between the time he left and now was that the car was repainted and the inside cushions were replaced. It looked new on the outside although, it was still the same car on the inside. Like a gentleman, Mark opened passenger door for Coda, scooting him inside and throwing his backpack onto the back seats. He closed the door, and walked around, resting his wet body in the driver's seat. The rain started to pour, and it pured down hard.

Mark failed to notice Coda's glances at his body. Nor did he mind that Coda and him were unusually close to each other unlike most other siblings in comparison. Before he put the keys in, he took off his shirt and threw in on top of his bagpack. "Can't stay in wet clothes forever." His smiled accompanied the revealing of his skin. Drops of water complimented his figure. Mark's warm, loving hands stroked through Coda's hair. "Mom and Dad told me to take care of you. I can't really cook so..." He began scratching the back of his head in embrassment. "Where would you like to eat? I have enough money to pay for you alright?"

The car began to rev it's engine. It didn't sound brand new, but at least it was fully functional. Mark began driving down the parking lot reaching the exit. His deep amber eyes looking down the road

The car brings back memories. Coda has memories of Mark driving around for the first time. Mark's driving was clumsy, slow, and there were a few close calls, but they both got to the burger place and back unharmed. As Coda eases into the car, he gently runs his hands over the upholstery, smiling a bit. "You fixed up the car a bit." He remembers the smell, too. It's a bit lost now with the improvements, but certainly, there's a tint of it, and that's all Coda needs. At one point, Mark and Coda were out in the mountains alone during a camping trip - the summer before Mark had to leave for college. That night, they gazed up at the sky, ate roast hot dogs and marshmallows, and slept together. The two of them didn't bring any thick blankets and vastly underestimated how cold the night gets. Coda, being the type of person to sleep with only a shirt and no underwear, relied heavily on cuddling with Mark that night to stay warm. He isn't sure about this part, but Coda remembers secretly giving Mark a good night kiss after Mark had already fallen asleep. Regardless, this car brings back many memories.

Coda also wonders if Mark has forgotten about his "unique" situation. Of course, other than their parents, Mark is the only one to know about Coda's situation "down below." Mark never teased him. Mark never made fun of him. In fact, Mark used to help him shower a few times when they were young. So, Mark must remember, right? Coda doesn't dwell on this, but he still hopes Mark still loves him instead of just tolerates him for the sake of their parents.

As the rain continues to fall, Coda looks around as Mark drives. When questioned, he smiles shyly to Mark. "I can cook for you, Mark. Why don't we swing by the grocery store? I'll cook us up something nice."

"Oh sure!" He began driving towards the nearest grocery store before parking at the closest spot that was open. Outside the car, thunder and lightning began to accompany the rain. "Hm.." Mark looked up at the sky, before looking at Coda. His eyes glanced from his face down towards his body. Coda looked still somewhat the same from the last time except... What was it... His rear looked more def-. He shook his head and looked the other way. "No no no. Not now." His face was flushed pink. "Lets get you those groceries."

He stepped out of the car in the pouring rain and grabbed an umbrella from the trunk. "Come on. Don't worry, I'll make sure you're dry." Mark opened the door and pulled Coda close. The umbrella only had space for one so he pulled Coda up to his chest. Most of Mark however was exposed to the elements. "Come on, lets hurry okay?" His legs began to move quicker, feet splashing against the puddles. He didn't want Coda to get sick, especially on the first day that they seen each other in a while.

"We're almost there, just keep on running."

They ran in the rain together, something they've not done in ages. Of course, they were younger back then - both in highschool. They ran around like two idiots, getting wet and laughing like two dolts. It started off as a simple chore: mowing the lawn and washing the windows. They didn't know about the rain, though. As Coda was cleaning up the last of the equipment, Mark had gathered two handfuls of rain water to splash Coda. Laughing and playing ensued thereafter. He remembers that, at one point, the two boys removed their shirts to continue chasing each other in the rain, and perhaps, admist the laughing and cheering, Coda felt a bit impressed with Mark's physique. However, that's neither here nor there at the moment.

Inside the grocery store, Coda pats off the droplets of water off Mark. "You dummy. You're gonna get sick if you do that." Coda smiles playfully at Mark, a sort of teasing snirk. "C'mon. Let's get some stuff for dinner." As they shop around, Coda gathers a healthy assortment of cheap veggies and cuts of meat. "We'll have beef stew today." He picks up a small 10 pound bag of rice. "Maybe beefy rice porridge instead." It'd be a hearty stew with rich, savory flavors but enough starch to fill their bellies. At the same time, Coda looks at a few more things and grabs a bag of marshmallows for himself. He beams brightly as he grabs the bag - his favorite treat.

"Did you want anything else, Mark?"

"Well, we have everything for a great dinner. Veggies, meat, rice, you." An innocent smile appeared on his face. "I think that's more than enough for a nice meal." His eyes whisked over the aisle they were browsing before picking up some whipped cream and fudge sauce. "I have some ice cream in the fridge, these would go great with it."

Mark pushed the cart towards the cashier, paying for the groceries and rushing the cart into the car. He handed Coda his umbrella to keep him dry and rushed, doing his best to avoid as much contact with the rain as possible. Within a few minutes, the groceries were inside, and Mark was revving the engine ready to drive home. He was excited to have Coda's food again. The only thing Mark ever had as a college student truly was just fast food, pancakes, eggs, and ramen. That was all. He never truly learned how to prepare food on his own.

His apartment was not too far from the grocery store, taking only just a medial amount of time. He carried the groceries towards the fridge and kitchen counter before taking off his pants and laying on the couch nearby. He turned on his telivision and just relaxed, coughing and sneezing every now and then.

Once home, Coda heads to the room to drop off his things and to get ready. He aligns his little suitcase neatly in the corner: perfectly perpendicular with the wall. He makes sure that his belongings don't interfere with Mark's things, and then, he changes. The weather is starting to get chilly, but it is not yet so cold as to warrant dressing for the usual fall weather - maybe in a week or two, but not now. Shortly after, Coda comes out of the bedroom wearing a pair of shorts. They hug his thighs well above the knees, and they show off his hairless, milky white legs. On the top, he has a simple t-shirt; it's an old one that has paint splotches on it from way back in the day. Coda smiles at Mark. "I'll get dinner ready." He walks off towards the kitchen, that little rear facing Mark.

Once in the kitchen, he preps the meat and veggies almost like a professional: fast cutting, perfect technique in trimming the meat, and what to do exactly when preparing a stew. It doesn't take long for the apartment to fill with a nice, meaty scent.

Mark eyed over Coda, smiling at how diligently he worked once he put his mind to it. It was like the old days, with the exception of the full lack of parents actually watching over them. After taking a gander of the possibilities that lay inside the stew pot, a small feeling began to grow inside him. One that required his immediate attention before it got too large. The tv wasn't quite helping the situation as it showed a commercial for potential male-enhancing stimulants. Mark walked over to Coda with a faint blush covering his usual smile. One arm wrapped around another as he hugged Coda from behind. "You sure are enjoying yourself." He paused for a moment, admiring Coda's handiwork. "I can't wait to get a little taste of what you got in store."

Mark unknowingly pressed his crotch against Coda's rear before heading to his room. "Fuck.. I need to get this out of me before he notices." He hurried along towards his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Once he got into bed, things led to another as each piece of clothing was slipped off. First his shirt, and then towards his boxers. Pants began to escape his mouth as one stroke led to another, building up the urge inside of him. Withing several minutes, Mark's voice became rather coarse, moaning louder and louder as his mind began to go numb from the pleasure.

Coda quietly stirs the stew around. He happily places in the ingredients in a very specific order rather than dumping everything in at once. His methods - either in cooking or just in life - are always methodical and precise. He's often very sure about many things and very rarely errs from routine. Yet, there are a few things that confound him, that jarble his mind. These things are seldom, but their impact is great. His brother is one such thing.

The moment Mark hugged Coda, the little boy blushes a soft pink. He smiles sweetly but playfully squirms. "Y-Yeah. It's fun for me," he turns to look at Mark with a playful smirk, "and you're distracting me, you butt!" Of course, he doesn't otherwise object further. He enjoys those large, strong arms wrapping around him. It's a sort of comfort, reassurance that there's someone who's always there to hug and hold him - to comfort him. However, Mark pressed in further.

Gradually, Coda feels a rather large bulge pressing against the small of his back. Coda is confused at first, but moments later, in a quick spark, he realizes what exactly is pressing against him. He had forgotten how large Mark is, but this shouldn't bother him, right? They're brothers. Nothing will come of this, right? Or so he likes to think. As Mark leaves, Coda quietly pants in his isolation. He continues the stew, but between his legs, he grows a bit hot and bothered. "B-Big..."