Study Sessions About Sebastian

"I'm sorry I'm late!"

The tranquility of the library was interrupted by a loud, boisterous red head. Claude didn't even bother to lift his eyes from his book. He knew exactly who it was. William did too. He heard Will heave a rather large sigh. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Will turn toward the source of the disruption, doling out a death glare, no doubt.

William Spears had been Claude's friend for almost as long as he could remember. The two of them had formed what began as a grudging friendship, though over the years the hostility had disappeared. Claude blamed his tendency to follow the rules on William, who was just as finicky about obedience as Claude, if not more so.

Yet, his taste in men was not something Claude quite understood. As of late, Will had settled down with someone who could be defined as his exact opposite: Grell Sutcliffe. Grell was loud, often clumsy, and negligent. At first, Claude wasn't sure how William could stand him. As time wore on, however, he realized Grell could grow on you, though that didn't mean he wasn't frequently annoying.

"You're late every time," Will chided as Grell slid into the seat beside him. "The least you could do is draw little to no attention to yourself. We're in a library for God's sake."

"I'm sorry," Grell repeated, not bothering to lower his voice. "Hey, Claude," he greeted Claude finally acknowledging his presence. He flicked his long red ponytail behind his shoulder. Claude lifted his eyes from his studies to address Grell.

"Hey, Grell," he said. "Will and I were just studying the notes from last class period" he filled Grell in quickly. "That is, if the two of you actually plan to get any studying done," he added. The last time they met in the library involved less studying and more interaction between Will and Grell that wasn't really appropriate for a school library.

"We're going to study," Will assured Claude firmly, yet with a slight blush. "There's no other time we'll be able to."

"There isn't?" Grell asked, suddenly panicked. His cheerful expression was replaced with one of doom. "What about tonight? I thought we were going to study tonight, too!"

"We are, but Claude can't. He's already agreed to help Sebastian study," Will informed Grell coolly. He didn't really like to discuss Sebastian around his boyfriend for obvious reasons. Sebastian was Grell's Achilles' heel regardless of his relationship status.

"Oh," Grell sighed, slumping back in his chair. "Lucky bastard," he muttered. Claude rolled his eyes.

"We're studying, Grell," Claude repeated. "That's all." He doubted they'd even get much of that done. Sebastian had the worst study habits of anyone he'd ever met- excluding Grell. Knowing Sebastian, within the hour he'd doze off and drool all over his notes.

It wasn't as though he hadn't thought about an intimate study session with Sebastian. He could only guess what Will and Grell's study sessions were like. He merely reasoned that, if he were to plan a study period, he would prefer to study, not seduce or be seduced.

"Okay," Grell said, sarcastically. He began to search for his notes in the abyss of his book-bag. "If you're only studying," he said, his eyes suddenly lighting up, "Then why can't William and I join you? We could have a huge study group!"

Grell was clearly excited at the idea, but William looked furious. Claude realized that, inwardly, he felt the same way about the idea that Will did. It wasn't that he hated spending time with Will or Grell. It wasn't that he didn't like studying with them. He just didn't want to.

"Because you won't get any studying done with Sebastian there," William said, speaking up first. He gave Grell a cold look. The red head sank down a couple inches in his seat with the intensity of the glare.

"Besides," Claude added, "The more people that are there, the more distracted Sebastian will be. It will already be bad enough, since it's a Friday and all. His mind will be other places. I don't really think he intended to spend the night studying with a bunch of gay guys."

"He probably wanted to spend his weekend with girls," Grell said, folding his arms and pouting much like a two year old. "Not nice ones either. Reeeallly slutty ones." His eyes narrowed and Claude could almost see the list of girls Grell was thinking of.

"He's entitled to spend his time with whoever he wants," Will reasoned, his voice still chilly. It was obvious he wanted to discuss another topic, but he knew he would have to deal with discussing Sebastian for a few more minutes. "He is straight, after all. At least he was last I checked."

"Damn shame," Grell said, his eyes clouding over dreamily. "He really is a beautiful man."

It was times like these Claude would admit to being thankful for Grell. Grell's obvious obsession with Sebastian made him feel a hell of a lot better about himself. Claude tried to be mature about his feelings for Sebastian, keeping them to himself and trying not to dwell on them. Yet, he couldn't help but feel idiotic every time he wasn't able to perfectly control his thoughts. Grell was the perfect cure for this. As long as Claude never crossed the boundaries Grell did, he was sure he would be just fine.

"We should study," Claude said, clearing his throat. "That's what we came here for, after all." Grell was pulled away from his fantasies and back to reality. He opened his notebook, flipping through the pages to find his current notes.

"Right," Grell said as soon as he found his proper notes. "Study."