"I won't tell anyone if you don't," he said, pushing off from the wall and stepping closer, trying to keep enough distance not to loom but to get close enough they could hear him when he lowered his voice... and maybe see the bulge in his pants. "Besides. Who says it's work? You could call it a date if you wanted. Or a study session - I'm on file as a tutor."

He made sure he sounded casual, offhand, reasonable. They said they wanted to.

"I could come to the hotsprings if you'd rather... but at my place, there's no chance your parents would find out."

That's every objection except soreness he can think of. And if they minded being sore, he figured, they wouldn't keep signing back up for shifts...