A/N: Here you are celery-elliry! You told me you weren't having a great day, so I hope this can help change that! :)

"Niiiiiiick!"

Nick Duval sighs an exasperated breath at the sound of his best friend's voice echoing throughout the study hall. The dark-haired Warbler didn't even have to look up from his textbook to know where Jeff was; he was coming in from the entrance facing the science wing of this academic building, which means his chemistry lab must have been released early.

"Shhhh!" Mrs. Howdfall, the aging librarian, held a finger to her lips and glared at Nick like it was his fault. Which, to be fair, most of Dalton knew that Jeff really only listened to Nick, sometimes.

"Idiot," Nick mutters when the tall blonde plops down in the chair next to his.

He did lean forward towards his books once a moment passed and Jeff didn't respond - he needed to get through this chapter of his notes for his lecture next hour. His history class has kind of been kicking his ass and if he brings another D home his parents are going to kill him.

"Nick," Jeff whispers.

Nick ignores him and continues to work on his notes. He was reading the chapter from yesterday about the impact of the Black Plague. The first outbreak hit the Egyptian port of Pelusium on the mouth the the Nile in 541-

"Niiiiick…"

Nick shivers at the feel of Jeff's breath ghosting over his neck, breaking the skin out into goosebumps. He turns his head enough to sneak a glance at Jeff who was a lot closer to his face than he'd originally thought.

It was nothing for Jeff to lean in and press their lips together for a sweet kiss.

Nick makes a muffled shocked noise and pulls back, eyes darting around nervously. Yes, Dalton had a very strict no-bullying policy, but that still didn't mean that everyone was embracing the rainbow around here. He looks at his boyfriend with wide eyes, "what was that?"

"I wanna kiss you."

As much as it warms his heart, they can't right here. "J…" the nickname forming around his lips easily, "we can't, you know that- not here at least."

He knew from the shit-eating grin that grew on Jeff's face that he shouldn't have phrased it the way he had. Jeff's libido was endless sometimes.

"We can…" he reaches out and starts to play with the hem of Nick's blazer that he leaves unbuttoned while he sits down. "...go up to your room?"

Nick groans - quietly, the elderly librarian hasn't really turned completely away from the two of them like she knows that they are going to cause a scene suddenly - and leans forward to kiss Jeff's cheek gently. "I have to study."

"Screw studying-

"Jeff, that's why you're failing like two classes-"

"So come tutor me?" The suggestive twitch of his brow tells that studying is really the last thing on his mind.

"No."

Jeff harrumphs and moves to sit correctly in his chair. His arms are crossed and he's no longer looking at Nick at all - he's pouting.

Nick regards the dumb blonde fondly for a second more before he turns back to his notes. He picks up the pencil that he doesn't really remember dropping and starts writing again. -and spread across the Mediterranean to Constantino-

Nick startles completely when he feels a wet pair of lips smack loudly onto his cheek. His head jerks up, eyes scanning the room and meeting a couple of gazes that turn their way at the noise (including Mrs. Howdfall), and before he can really push the other boy away, Jeff is already straightening up in his seat. The unwanted gazes are already starting to move away from them in disinterest before Nick even turns toward Jeff.

Nick blinks at him and watches his boyfriend struggle to keep himself from grinning while looking anywhere but at him, the twitch of his lips telling him everything.

"What- are you trying to get us in trouble?" Nick whispers harshly, a note of hysteria in his voice, after watching the librarian put a hand on her hip and glare at the two of them.

"Trouble?" Jeff asks, feigning innocence. "Ooo, will I get punished?"

Nick cocks his head to the side and quints at him, confusion all over his features. What the hell is wrong with him? Why is he acting so thirsty all of a sudden? Nick was sure this morning that they both left his dorm room thoroughly satisfied, so what changed? Again, what the hell is going on with him?

He might have voiced that last question out loud.

"Nothing, jus' love you is all."

Jeff's stupid grin and his stupid face and his stupid cute boyness is keeping Nick from his studies. And when the blonde swoops in to press a - thankfully much quieter - kiss to his nose, Nick struggles to even remember why he needs to study in the first place.

"I have to study, almost done with this chapter though.." To be honest, he wasn't sure if that was even a lie or not, he can barely remember what he was even reading about with Jeff so close.

"You can keep studying," Jeff says, not moving back to his seat properly.

He's still very close and Nick is pretty sure that he won't be able to turn back to his books, much less concentrate on them, with his boyfriend so close. Nick looks back and forth between Jeff and his text books and then slowly edges his chair forward more and tries to focus. -Constantinople in the following year. Ports such as Carthage, Rome, and-

Nick stops writing when he feels Jeff's breath and body heat all along his right side.

"Nicky," is whispered in his ear.

Nick sweeps his eyes around the room and doesn't catch any unwanted gaze (what with Jeff finally being quieter now) and so he doesn't flinch too hard when he feels Jeff's warm hand on his leg, mid thigh and fingers digging into his pants just a little bit.

"Jeff, I love you but I swear to god-" Nick whisper-curses when the blonde sucks his earlobe in between his teeth to pinch just the right way to get Nick squirming in his seat.

Once the earlobe is released, he presses his lips to the skin behind his ear and groans into Nick's hair.

"What are you-" Nick's lungs squeeze all of the air from his chest, cutting off his speech abruptly, when Jeff slides his hand up to where Nick is starting to form a tent in the front of his uniform's dark slacks. Thank God that they are sitting at a table that is more in the corner than anything.

"Just touching," Jeff whispers, sounding more out of breath than Nick is. "'Is okay?" he slurs his words a little, more distracted by rubbing the tip of his thumb over the wet tip of Nick's cock through his pants.

Nick kind of wants to jerk his hips forward and get Jeff's full palm on him for more pressure because holy shit does this excite him way more than he thought it would. Even looking over at Mrs. Howdfall's wrinkled skin caress a stack of books while she returns them to their places on the shelves doesn't deter his arousal at this point.

He's not sure if it's the risk of getting caught (the thrill of being in a public space with other people who have no idea how turned on he is right now), the feel of Jeff's panting breath in his ear and warming his neck with the moist air leaving his mouth, or his warm, twitchy hand that is pressing barely-there touches to his crotch that is keeping Nick rock hard. Nick swallows back a sudden flood of saliva in his mouth when Jeff's teeth scrap the sensitive skin on his neck at the same time that the bastard digs the tip of his thumbnail into the slick slit of the head of his dick through his pants and underwear.

"God, J-"

"Nick," Jeff says, suddenly stern. His voice is still whispered but it had a stiff arch to it. "Continue studying."

(oh hell)

Nick's hips do jerk forward then and he looks back to the textbook and the words that he can't even read while his blood thrums behind his ears. He blinks a couple of times to clear his vision enough to even see the words in front of him and not focus on how Jeff is moving his fingers farther down his bulge in his pants and down to cup his balls for a couple of seconds. He wants to whimper because ahh Jeff knows he loves when his balls get attention.

"Study or I'll stop," Jeff taunts.

And Nick knows that he is taunting him now. He's not exactly sure how they've gotten here but he certainly doesn't want Jeff to stop. So he retightens his grip on his pencil and tries to pick up where he left off. -and Marseillies were affected in 543. At least fifteen outbreaks followed between-

It's the fact that he is still studying, acting like everything is fine, while Jeff takes him apart so effortlessly. He swallows loudly and looks around again, always checking to make sure that they aren't attracting any unwanted attention, and goes back to writing. He isn't really focused on anything that has to do with history.

He looks over and down and he sees that Jeff is equally as hard as he is in his pants. Goddammit, Nick really wants to help the guy out but he's sure that if both of their hands disappear underneath the table people will know.

"Jeff," his throat flutters around the air to form that one name and he feels his hand stop moving. There is still the warm pressure of his hand on his crotch though.

"Nick?" Jeff asks, concern shining through the haze of lust in his voice.

Nick knows that Jeff would stop the moment he asked, they both would no matter the circumstance. But Nick isn't asking him to stop and before he can even say what he meant, Jeff removes his hand completely.

The whine that leaves Nick's throat is a little to loud and pornographic for a school's library and the two of them duck their heads with twin-stained cheeks and a series of giggles forcing their way up.

"Wanna go up to my room?" Nick asks when Jeff meets his eyes.

"Thought you'd never ask."

Nick rolls his eyes fondly and starts to pack up his study material. He'll have to finish his studying later because he is still way too stiff in his pants to focus on anything other than have Jeff's hands, mouth, or cock on his body - hopefully all three here pretty soon.

The two boys pull their side bags closer to the front of their bodies as they practically sprint out of the library and the entire academic building as a whole. Nick is a little bit more calmed down by the time they make it to his dorm (which is thankfully a single this year so he doesn't have to deal with avoiding roommates whenever he and Jeff suddenly get into the mood), but it doesn't take much on Jeff's part to revamp both of their arousals.

So what if Nick didn't finish his studying until much later that night after skipping his history lecture all together?

A/N: As always, drop a review if you have the time!