Title: Know it all

SUMMARY: While helping Ned study for his exams, it gets a little bit steamy.
Pairings: Jimbo/Ned
Disclaimer: I read this about 10 times, but I'm sure I missed some spelling mistakes. This is an AU where Jimbo and Ned go to highschool together, and eventually to college.
Story Warnings: adult themes

"When did the civil war begin?"

"1861."

"What day?"

"April 12th."

"When did President Abraham Lincoln die?"

" April 16th, 1865."

Jimbo narrowed his eyes, contemplating a more difficult question.

"What what was the bloodiest battle in American history?"

Ned's expression turned thoughtful for a moment, but didn't waste time answering the question.

"Battle of Antietam, estimated three thousand dead with over twenty thousand casualties."

The larger teen skimmed over the textbook with a huff, frustrated he was unable to find a question that would stump his best friend. He reviewed every question prepared in the textbook, and the smaller man had yet to miss one. Ned would probably be able to cite them in order by this point, yet he still requested to go over each one over and over again.

Jimbo watched Ned pace slowly back and forth in front of the table he was seated at. For some reason, movement was one of Ned's teaching aides. It helped him remember things, Jimbo would never understand how, or why, but it did seem to work.

With a heavy sigh, he let his eyes unfocus as the pacing lolled him into a pleasant hypnosis. It wasn't until the dark haired teen waved a hand in front of his face did Jimbo realized he zoned out, he quickly rubbed his eyes, "I still dunno why we are studying this chapter again, you know it better than the back of your hand."

Ned paused his pacing and rolled his eyes at the whiny complaint. He sounded like a kid trying to get out of cleaning his room, "It's just a review, quit whining." He teased, "Just finish the practice questions and we'll get dinner." Making a mock pleading face, complete with a quivering lip and batting his lashes.

Jimbo resisted the urge to close his eyes and pretend he didn't see those pretty, pale blue eyes batting in his direction.

Groaning in defeat, Jimbo did as he was told, flipping the pages and skimming to find the review questions at the end of the chapter. After drumming his fingers on the hardwood, he spoke.

"What was the first major victory for the South?"

"The Battle of Bull Run."

"Whose military genius and personality is often credited with holding the Confederate Army together?"

"Robert E. Lee."

Frowning at the dark haired male lazily walking around the small apartment, Jimbo pressed his fist to his cheek.

"Alright smarty pants, when was the last time I changed my underwear?"

Ned was a bit surprised by the question but wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Gross, next question."

"Ah ha! Sorry to tell ya buddy, but you ain't gonna pass your exam if you dunno when I last changed my skivvies."

Ned snorted, unable to hold back a small chuckle. He quickly joined Jimbo at the small table to pull out a stack of flashcards stuck between the pages, "I did the laundry last week, there's no way you're out of underwear."

He made a mock buzzer noise, "Ehh, try again."

Ned lips curled, chuckling at his silliness "If that's gonna be on the exam, I shoulda studied you without your pants on more often."

A cocky grin split Jimbo's face and he tossed his arm over the back of his chair. "Ha ha, very funny." His words oozing sarcasm as he gave Ned a harmless punch to the shoulder, "You got this stuff down. You're 'lot smarter than anyone I've met around here, you ain't gonna have a problem passing with flying colors."

The smaller male pursed his lips, looking over his flash cards, "I'm sure, but it still doesn't hurt to study. You're just upset about helping me because you didn't have lunch today." After a moment, Ned went on, feeling a bit bashful as he did so "Thanks again by the way, you saved my ass from getting thrown out of class for the day. I can't miss a day of notes in his class or I'll fall behind and never catch up."

Jimbo brushed off the thanks, pulling off his baseball cap to run his finger through his hair. "No problem buddy, glad I managed to get there on time. My boss had just sent me on break when you called."

Ned managed to forget one of his textbooks in Jimbo's car that morning. And Jimbo hadn't noticed it after dropping him off on the college campus. Low and behold, two hours later he got a call from a frantic boyfriend about missing his book. Unfortunately one of Ned's professors was the spawn of Satan himself, and the smallest thing will get you thrown out of class. Jimbo was out of breath by the time he got outside the classroom. He managed to get there just before the bell rang, enough time for Ned to thank him with a quick kiss and disappear into the classroom.

Though the small display of affection was sweet, it flustered Jimbo more than he would like to admit. It only got worse when a woman asked if he was ok on his way back to the parking lot. If his face wasn't red then, steam must have started pouring from his ears. Let's just say PDA was not his favorite thing in the world.

Long story short, Jimbo missed his lunch break to bring his roommate his textbook.

In addition to sharing Jimbo's car, they shared an apartment a few blocks away from Ned's college campus. After high school, Ned's plans were to go straight to college and follow his passion for American history. Unfortunately, Jimbo didn't feel the same way.

College was something he didn't feel prepared for. Even growing up, he never particularly cared about school, or learning for that matter. His mother homeschooled him for years before he went to a public school, even that was torture. He was already insecure about his intelligence he didn't need a way to find out if he was dumber than a box of rocks.

With their relationship under the radar from their parents, and other close friends, they decided moving in together would keep them both off the street. With Jimbo working a full time job, he was able to pay the bills and give his boyfriend more time to focus on his work. Ned's part time job income went to groceries and saving to pay the tuition fees.

Jimbo used a heavy hand to rub his boyfriend's shoulder, "You're gonna do great. You just recited that damn book to me yesterday like it was your favorite movie. You're gonna manage to get a hundred and ten on that test. You see, or I'll, I'll do the laundry for a week." His thick southern drawl more evident as his words turned encouraging.

Ned leaned back a little, tilting his head to the side with a tiny smile, "How about you do the dishes for a week instead."

The larger man laughed nervously "Let's not get ridiculous now."

Ned smile became a full fledged evil grin, "Get those hands ready, you're gonna be scrubbing till you can't feel your fingers."

Jimbo scoffed, but snapped the book shut with a solid thud, "I'd sooner eat my own shoe before doin' them damn dishes."

"That's acceptable too."

Jimbo snorted again, letting his fingers run through the teens dark, shaggy hair. "Deal. Get a hundred and ten and i'll eat my boot."

With a stupid smile on his face, Ned hummed at the touch, enjoying the way Jimbo would run his fingers through his hair and gently untangle the knots as he went. It was a nice peaceful moment, simply enjoying each other's presence after a stressful day. At least it was, until a mischievous thought popped into the smaller male's head, and he kept his sneaky smile hidden in the crook of his arm.

"How about a quick bonus round and we'll call it a day? And go get you some dinner?" ignoring the groan he got in response, Ned pushed himself up. Deciding now was a good time to saddle the larger teen on the chair, and started to adjust Jimbo's plaid collared shirt, smoothing at the wrinkles on his chest.

Jimbo's face scrunched up in confusion, but was too busy focusing on their closeness to pay much attention to every word. "What? What about gettin' dinner?"

"To be honest, I'm hungry for something else."

That shut him up real quick, Jimbo lips snapped shut and swallowed thickly. When Ned had the larger teens full attention, he continued, "Just a quick test to see how much you've been paying attention." Ned's lips curled into a sly smirk, his hands toying with the buttons of his boyfriend's shirt.

Jimbo swallowed again and felt his cheeks warming as he cleared his throat, trying his best not to let the smaller teen get to him. But it was becoming difficult with the sneaky devil himself snuggly sitting on his lap, and had his hands all over his chest. "Test?" he parroted, voice a tad higher than usual.

Ned nodded, letting himself pop the first button "When did Abraham Lincoln die?"

Jimbo's breathing picked up, and he thought for a moment, ultimately furious he snapped the textbook shut, "Uh-."

Ned hummed giving him an encouraging kiss, leaning closer to give a small hint. "Same year the civil war ended."

His eyes shot open "1865!"

Ned nodded, popping a few more buttons on Jimbo's shirt and teasingly toying with the edges of his own.

"Here's an easy one, why the Civil War was fought?"

Jimbo's hands went to hold Ned's hips, unable to take his eyes off the glimpse of skin on the darker teens belly, "To abolish slavery."

Ned grinned, he tugged off his shirt.. Jimbo chewed his inner cheek while his eyes roamed the expanse of skin. Ned might be small for his age, but he sure as hell looked different without a shirt covering his chest. He wasn't build like a bodybuilder or even the strongest guy around, but he was lean and his arms had a nice definition to them that made Jimbo's mouth go dry. All that time in the boxing ring was enough to make him strong yet lean.

Ned leaned in a little closer so their breaths would mingle. "When was the last time we fucked?"

Jimbo gave a low groan, trying to wrack his brain while hands toyed with his chest and traveled lower. "U-uh, last week I think?"

Ned's hands stopped, cocking his head playfully to the side, "Are you sure about that?"

With the fear of being wrong, Jimbo quickly stammered to change his answer, "S-shoot, uh last Tuesday when we fooled around in the back of my car."

Ned cocked an eyebrow as to how Jimbo recalled it in detail, but nibbled on his ear. "Final answer?"

Jimbo shivered, but narrowed his eyes with finality "Final answer."

Ned chuckled, stealing his boyfriend's baseball cap and placing it on his own mess of hair. Mimicking a buzzer noise like Jimbo had minutes prior. "Ehh wrong. Sorry, try again."

"What?!"

Ned scooted off Jimbo's lap, gathering his tossed shirt to pull it back over his head. "It was actually a Thursday, not a Tuesday. Sorry pooh bear, no sexy time for you" the shorter man teased, putting a disgusting amount of sweetness on the nickname.

"Ugh don't call me that you lil piece of crap" Jimbo rubbed his reddened face, uncaring for his half unbuttoned shirt. "I'm calling shenanigans on your bullshit, Tuesday, Thursday same difference!"

Smiling as if he didn't just leave the poor man high and dry, Ned hummed, taking off the cap to bow properly after stepping into his shoes. "Maybe you should come with me to class and take that test for me, I bet if you studied like that you would remember everything we went over."

Jimbo pressed his fist to his cheek, still giving him the stink eye.

Ned hummed again, slipping a hoodie far too large to be his own over his head, "Fix your shirt and let's go some get pizza. If you're good we'll even get a round of beers." Harmless jabbings at one another were a huge chunk of their relationship. Too bad for Jimbo, Ned was skilled at teasing.

Grudgingly getting to his feet, Jimbo nabbed his hat back and slipped into his own boots, nearly forgetting about his wallet and keys, "If I wasn't so hungry I would fuck you through the wall. I hope you know that." Pouting a bit to himself.

Patting his lover's back, Ned hip checked him as they stepped out the door, "Come on lazy butt, I'm picking the toppings this time.