Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything related.

So.. Sorry for the wait! I feel underwhelmed by this chapter, though. Sorry for that as well.

What follows is a dumb little encounter before we get back on the road. Not yet beta'd btw.

Enjoy.


It'd been nearly two weeks since Nick transferred and Jeff kept on catching himself thinking about any possible way to get closer to the guy. It felt weird. Weird and somehow.. inescapable. Jeff'd seen Nick a few times by the bikes, always smoking or glaring. Once, he'd seen him deal with the Skanks and just wow.. Instant hard-on. For whatever reason.. He stopped questioning his body's stupid obsession with the brunet during the first weekend when a certain someone kept invading his mind while the blond was in the shower. Or in bed. Or doing homework, chores or nothing at all..

Now, he simply followed his impulse to stalk the guy. He knew it was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.. that's what that was. Every thought was a waste of time; Nick was not interested in him in the slightest. Well, maybe a little? He thought about the touchy thing. Ugh.. Stup-

From the corner of his eye where he was sitting in the school yard he caught sight of the familiar leather jacket, making his way over to the gym. This time Nick did not vanish behind the building, though, but entered it like a regular student. Huh, Jeff thought. He actually goes to gym class? Jeff hadn't seen him there before, only outside on the running tracks. Nick seemed like no one who'd do sports, team sports of all things. Although, when you think about it, running isn't really a team sport. But he was on the team. Kurt had said he was on the team. Made sense?

Jeff followed the brunet inside, only to be hit in the face with a sudden warmth, overwhelming and even more sickening the further he went. What the-? Jeff stripped off his jacket and sat down on the bleachers, his mind rambling about but slowly shutting up in this disgusting heat. He watched Nick preparing to do some laps on his own, headphones in his ears and his face blank with concentration. His hair was already plastered to his skull, certainly due to the heat inside the gym. Only a few longer strands were flopping around his face when he eventually began to jog on the inside cinder track.

Soon, the gym filled with other students getting ready for class. Kurt waved Jeff down to the locker room and once they were changed their teacher Mr. Tanaka, that lazy ass motherfu- (Jeff sighed internally. You're swearing too much, Sterling..), told them the heater was broken and kind of overpowering. Well, no shit, Sherlock. He couldn't do anything about it until the janitor came back, so they were allowed to do whatever they wanted as long as it wasn't too exhausting. Gym outside was out of the question. Too cold, too rainy, too everything. At least that explained why Nick was running inside today.


Jeff was leaning against a cool wall and contemplated faking a heart attack. Just rub your left arm, clutch your chest, drop down.. He groaned when he tossed his damp t-shirt to the ground and shook his hair. He had done some gymnastics stuff with Kurt, but the warmth was killing him. Jesus fucking Christ, what's with the sauna anyway? Why class wasn't being canceled was beyond him. By lifting the white tank top he wore underneath he fanned the heated skin of his back and stomach, heavy eyelids dropping in bliss at the cooling sensation.

He shook his head again and brushed his bangs to the side. That's when he glanced up and immediately found a pair of dark eyes lingering where his other hand was still holding his top in place. Nick was on the other side of the gym at the weights and his arm had comically stopped mid-movement. His gaze was entirely focused on that one strip of the blond's exposed skin.

Slowly but steadily, Jeff began to lift the white fabric up a little more; his fingers were lightly brushing through the hair below his navel, then along the mid-section of his defined but lean stomach. His body was getting hotter, the warmth of the gym multiplied by the blush that crept up his neck. Everyone else seemed oblivious to the show, trapped in their own little worlds of exhaustion, and then Nick dropped the weights, his eyes meeting Jeff's in an intense glare. The blond smirked leisurely, barely able to suppress a full-on grin as once more the adrenaline started to rush through his veins. Gotcha!

He held the brunet's stare and with a suggestive sway of the hips pealed the tank top off completely. Unceremoniously, it fell to the ground next to his t-shirt. With his thumb he traced the v-line of his pelvis, winked in Nick's direction and after turning around and stretching his back payed attention to Kurt again. His breathing was shallow since it felt like Nick's eyes were burning holes into the back of his head, but the constant chatter of his friend helped him to calm down.


Sometime in the middle of class, he moved his stuff to the locker room, only mildly disgusted with the thought of his dirty clothes on the dirty floor. Also, the heat was still killing him, but whatever.. Mr. Tanaka didn't seem to care too much; he had his portable miniature fan. Kurt's only comments were that this "isn't Siberia" and that the heat was bad for his skin. Very helpful, indeed.

Once in the bathroom, Jeff splashed his face and neck with water. He froze in front of the mirror, one hand still on his shoulder, when he saw Nick in the reflection leaning in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest.

Jeff didn't dare to move. His eyes met Nick's through the mirror and widened in fear and anticipation when the brunet pushed off the door frame, flicking a cigarette butt in the drain. The thumping of his heart was back and it was deafening; his brain instantly sort of short-circuited. "You really should stop smoking. You'll run better, if y-you do.." He stuttered the last bit in terror when he realized that just then he was entirely fucked for opening his mouth, his face creasing as if in pain. Stupid!

Nick closed the space between them in a few short seconds; his gaze finally leaving Jeff's, only to focus on a drop of water running down the blond's spine. He rested a hot hand on the small of Jeff's back, making him flinch, and pushed him against the sink. When he spoke, his warm breath ghosted over the tall boy, eliciting goosebumps where it hit the wet skin. "And you really, really shouldn't have done that," he threateningly whispered into the empty bathroom, the faint sound of a locker banging shut coming from outside.

Jeff shivered. "I didn't do anything," his voice was small and it didn't really help his case. Dead, he thought briefly. Again.

Nick pressed his fingertips more harshly into Jeff's waist, who in response closed his eyes and, while letting out a shaky breath, leaned into the touch. So dead. His knuckles turned white as he clenched to the sink for support.

Nick frowned in frustration, "You're are such an annoying little bitch.." His eyes were still set on the drops glistening on the blond's back, covered in a hot sheen of perspiration, and he lowered his lips for a taste of the tanned skin, following the bumps of his spine with his tongue. Jeff gasped at the touch and barely suppressed a moan while Nick's mouth moved up and outlined his shoulder.

Not really sure when he started and whether he cared or not, but soon enough he was basically chewing on his lower lip to keep quiet, almost drawing blood as the brunet's hot tongue reached the junction of his neck. Nick bit down possessively and sucked over the last of Jeff's fading yellow marks, shining almost green in the harsh blueish neon light, and brought the bruise back up.

He pushed into the blond's back and bent him over the sink with ease. One hand wandered over Jeff's ass, touched and squeezed and then moved to the front of his pants. The blond groaned, his eyes flying open as Nick cupped him though the thin fabric of his sport shorts, and he covered the brunet's daring hand with his own, urging him to go further. He searched Nick's face in their reflection, staring wide-eyed into the other's dark glistening glare, recognizing a smirk that invaded the corner of his mouth.

"Nick," he choked out as the brunet sneaked his free hand around and up Jeff's torso, closing his fingers around his damp neck. He thumbed into the newly bruised skin, making the blond's hiss and moan with heavy lidded eyes. Jeff pushed back into Nick's touch, although there was already no space between them anymore, and sensed the outline of the other's hard-on against his thigh.

Just as Jeff started panting, there was another bang of the lockers interrupting the dense atmosphere. "Jeff?" Kurt's voice followed shortly after and echoed through the changing room.

Instantly, Nick let go. An almost gentle brush of fingers trailed along Jeff's neck, over his shoulder and down his arm before the brunet whispered into the blond's shoulder blades, "Don't provoke me again, pretty boy!"

"You think I'm pretty?" Jeff uttered under his breath, but Nick only grimaced and turned away.

"Jeff?"

"Ye-," the blond's voice cracked and he coughed awkwardly. "Yes, Kurt! Coming!" He looked down at the obvious tent in his shorts. If only..


TBC

Again with the bad touching, Nick? Jeff should really put you over his knee... Oh well, maybe next time.

Coming up: Some actual talking and all that jazz. Probably more bad touching and/or violence?! but yeah, see why I don't like this one? It's stuuupid.. just like Jeff.

Love you all, xoxo