fic: Problems In Chemistry
Title: Problems In Chemistry
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: R
Summary: Drake's found a way to make Chemistry less boring.
A/N: This is just some Chemistry smut for folkloric_feel. You tricked me, you shameless fiend! Haha, love you, wifey! &hearts
Nothing could ever, ever make Drake enjoy school. He was sorely convinced that there was no point, there was no logic, there was no nothing that could ever justify going to school.
Learn? Who needs to learn the stuff learned in schools?
Like Algebra? Nobody needs Algebra.
And English? Nobody needs that stuff neither.
And then Chemistry. Don’t even get Drake started on the evils of Chemistry.
Nothing makes any sense. Some things don’t even exist. The teacher won’t let anything blow up. And there’s math involved. And touching stuff like chemicals, which could totally stain denim.
And then there’s the fact that -
“Drake! Stop it! I’m trying to read.”
Scowling, Drake scooted his stool closer to Josh’s. The brunette sat with his face bent downward, hands holding his head up, twisted look of concentration contorting his features.
“Why are you reading? Class hasn’t even started.”
Josh shushed Drake again, only muttering, “Might be pop quiz. Must study.”
Drake rolled his eyes and turned to watch the teacher walk into the classroom.
“Alright, today is a movie day. Put all books, cell phones and any other distractions away and out of sight. This movie will be on your next test. I’d advise you pay close attention.”
Josh quickly shut his book and shoved it into his bag, scrambling to sit up and direct his eyes to the television screen in the front of the class. Drake raised an eyebrow in Josh’s direction, keeping his gaze locked on him even as the lights were dimmed and the movie began playing.
It took Josh about five minutes to realize that Drake was boring a hole into the side of his head with those chocolate-colored eyes. Frowning, Josh shot a pointed glance at Drake.
“Cut it out, man. Pay attention.”
Drake scooted his stool even closer, the legs hitting the metal of Josh’s.
“I am.”
Heaving a soft sigh of exasperation, Josh kept his eyes glued to the glow of the television as it told him something about proto-trons and electric-ons and other stupid unimportant things that didn’t matter.
Slipping a hand under the counter, Drake slowly sneaked his way to Josh’s thigh. When he made contact, fingers lightly trailing upwards towards Josh’s hipbone, a soft squeak resonated from Josh.
Vicious whispering is intended to be scary and intimidating, but from Josh’s mouth it only served as further motivation.
“Hands, Parker! Hands!”
Fighting back a snicker, Drake continued to stare at Josh, who fought to keep his eyes locked forward. It took three seconds for Drake to leisurely trace a path towards Josh’s fly.
A sharp inhale from Josh told Drake that he had discovered an amazing way to make Chemistry more interesting.
“Don’t. Even. Think. About - “
Drake wasn’t in a thinking mood. He was in a doing mood. And do he did.
In a swift motion, Drake unbuttoned and unzipped Josh’s jeans, letting his fingers linger on the seams and the metal of the teeth and then dip gently down.
Josh shuddered when Drake gripped him through his boxers, but managed to keep his mouth clamped shut. There was no fight left in him; if Drake was going to go for it, he wasn’t going to stop him.
Grinning broadly, Drake watched Josh’s expressions grow from shock to tense to anxious to needing as he unhurriedly started stroking him. Every stroke brought Josh to twist his face up in contorted pain and pleasure. Soon Josh was biting his lower lip, fighting the urge to moan, to cry out, to instruct, to say Drake’s name.
Deciding that enough was enough, Drake pulled his hand up for a moment (Josh choked back a strangled grunt at the loss) only to plunge his hand back down, this time digging underneath the elastic band of Josh’s boxers.
Forgetting to control his mouth, Josh gasped and immediately moaned. The teacher’s head searched in the darkness for the source of the noise, nose scrunching in Josh’s direction.
“Nichols, is there a problem?”
Drake kept his hand moving, fingers slipping up and down and around and over all over and Josh had to inhale and exhale heavily before responding.
“N-n-n-n-n-no, sir. G-g-g-great m-m-movie.”
The teacher glared one last time and turned his attention back to the film. Drake smiled wickedly and leaned close to whisper into Josh’s ear.
“Is there a problem, Nichols?”
Squeezing roughly, Drake sped up the pace of his hand. Josh’s breaths came out in short pants as he shook his head softly.
“I think there’s a problem, Nichols.”
Faster, even faster. Josh’s hands clutched at the ends of the counter top, and his whole body began to tremble. Hips started rocking forward into Drake’s hand, causing the stool to scrape softly against the concrete floor.
“Come on, Nichols. Come already.”
Josh almost cried out right then and there, but gasped instead as Drake quickly dipped his mouth down and licked the inner shell of his ear.
“Oh, God. Drake.”
His orgasm came fast and hard, blinding Josh for a moment as he let his forehead fall down onto the counter. Drake’s hand continued its motions until Josh was finished, sighing and murmuring incoherent nonsense.
Snickering to himself, Drake pulled his hand out of Josh’s pants and wiped them on the inside of Josh’s jeans. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Craig (or Eric. Or was that Craig? Oh, wait. Now they’re both looking) glancing over in curiosity. Drake waved his other hand and smiled.
Josh kept his forehead resting on the counter through the end of the movie and until the lights turned back on.
“Mr. Nichols, this is not nap time. I’d advise you to pay better attention next time.”
Drake laughed and stood up from his stool.
“Yeah, Mr. Nichols. Pay better attention next time.”
All Josh could do was weakly lift his head up and glare, face flushed and eyes wide.
And Drake thought to himself, maybe Chemistry wasn’t so bad after all.
Author: stttmsbwa
Rating: R
Summary: Drake's found a way to make Chemistry less boring.
A/N: This is just some Chemistry smut for folkloric_feel. You tricked me, you shameless fiend! Haha, love you, wifey! &hearts
Nothing could ever, ever make Drake enjoy school. He was sorely convinced that there was no point, there was no logic, there was no nothing that could ever justify going to school.
Learn? Who needs to learn the stuff learned in schools?
Like Algebra? Nobody needs Algebra.
And English? Nobody needs that stuff neither.
And then Chemistry. Don’t even get Drake started on the evils of Chemistry.
Nothing makes any sense. Some things don’t even exist. The teacher won’t let anything blow up. And there’s math involved. And touching stuff like chemicals, which could totally stain denim.
And then there’s the fact that -
“Drake! Stop it! I’m trying to read.”
Scowling, Drake scooted his stool closer to Josh’s. The brunette sat with his face bent downward, hands holding his head up, twisted look of concentration contorting his features.
“Why are you reading? Class hasn’t even started.”
Josh shushed Drake again, only muttering, “Might be pop quiz. Must study.”
Drake rolled his eyes and turned to watch the teacher walk into the classroom.
“Alright, today is a movie day. Put all books, cell phones and any other distractions away and out of sight. This movie will be on your next test. I’d advise you pay close attention.”
Josh quickly shut his book and shoved it into his bag, scrambling to sit up and direct his eyes to the television screen in the front of the class. Drake raised an eyebrow in Josh’s direction, keeping his gaze locked on him even as the lights were dimmed and the movie began playing.
It took Josh about five minutes to realize that Drake was boring a hole into the side of his head with those chocolate-colored eyes. Frowning, Josh shot a pointed glance at Drake.
“Cut it out, man. Pay attention.”
Drake scooted his stool even closer, the legs hitting the metal of Josh’s.
“I am.”
Heaving a soft sigh of exasperation, Josh kept his eyes glued to the glow of the television as it told him something about proto-trons and electric-ons and other stupid unimportant things that didn’t matter.
Slipping a hand under the counter, Drake slowly sneaked his way to Josh’s thigh. When he made contact, fingers lightly trailing upwards towards Josh’s hipbone, a soft squeak resonated from Josh.
Vicious whispering is intended to be scary and intimidating, but from Josh’s mouth it only served as further motivation.
“Hands, Parker! Hands!”
Fighting back a snicker, Drake continued to stare at Josh, who fought to keep his eyes locked forward. It took three seconds for Drake to leisurely trace a path towards Josh’s fly.
A sharp inhale from Josh told Drake that he had discovered an amazing way to make Chemistry more interesting.
“Don’t. Even. Think. About - “
Drake wasn’t in a thinking mood. He was in a doing mood. And do he did.
In a swift motion, Drake unbuttoned and unzipped Josh’s jeans, letting his fingers linger on the seams and the metal of the teeth and then dip gently down.
Josh shuddered when Drake gripped him through his boxers, but managed to keep his mouth clamped shut. There was no fight left in him; if Drake was going to go for it, he wasn’t going to stop him.
Grinning broadly, Drake watched Josh’s expressions grow from shock to tense to anxious to needing as he unhurriedly started stroking him. Every stroke brought Josh to twist his face up in contorted pain and pleasure. Soon Josh was biting his lower lip, fighting the urge to moan, to cry out, to instruct, to say Drake’s name.
Deciding that enough was enough, Drake pulled his hand up for a moment (Josh choked back a strangled grunt at the loss) only to plunge his hand back down, this time digging underneath the elastic band of Josh’s boxers.
Forgetting to control his mouth, Josh gasped and immediately moaned. The teacher’s head searched in the darkness for the source of the noise, nose scrunching in Josh’s direction.
“Nichols, is there a problem?”
Drake kept his hand moving, fingers slipping up and down and around and over all over and Josh had to inhale and exhale heavily before responding.
“N-n-n-n-n-no, sir. G-g-g-great m-m-movie.”
The teacher glared one last time and turned his attention back to the film. Drake smiled wickedly and leaned close to whisper into Josh’s ear.
“Is there a problem, Nichols?”
Squeezing roughly, Drake sped up the pace of his hand. Josh’s breaths came out in short pants as he shook his head softly.
“I think there’s a problem, Nichols.”
Faster, even faster. Josh’s hands clutched at the ends of the counter top, and his whole body began to tremble. Hips started rocking forward into Drake’s hand, causing the stool to scrape softly against the concrete floor.
“Come on, Nichols. Come already.”
Josh almost cried out right then and there, but gasped instead as Drake quickly dipped his mouth down and licked the inner shell of his ear.
“Oh, God. Drake.”
His orgasm came fast and hard, blinding Josh for a moment as he let his forehead fall down onto the counter. Drake’s hand continued its motions until Josh was finished, sighing and murmuring incoherent nonsense.
Snickering to himself, Drake pulled his hand out of Josh’s pants and wiped them on the inside of Josh’s jeans. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Craig (or Eric. Or was that Craig? Oh, wait. Now they’re both looking) glancing over in curiosity. Drake waved his other hand and smiled.
Josh kept his forehead resting on the counter through the end of the movie and until the lights turned back on.
“Mr. Nichols, this is not nap time. I’d advise you to pay better attention next time.”
Drake laughed and stood up from his stool.
“Yeah, Mr. Nichols. Pay better attention next time.”
All Josh could do was weakly lift his head up and glare, face flushed and eyes wide.
And Drake thought to himself, maybe Chemistry wasn’t so bad after all.