Alfred- Freshman

Arthur- Sophomore

While Arthur was normally very happy about his plethora of morning classes, he was beginning to seriously regret them now.

Coach Rome had this brilliant idea to have the distance runners practice in the mornings, to save room on the track in the afternoons, and give them a little relief from the quickly approaching summer heat. Because of this, Arthur was awake and in the athletic center at five-forty-five every morning, back in his room by seven-thirty (if he was lucky), with just enough time to shower and grab a scone to eat on his way to his eight o'clock class.

The fact that he had only made it to bed at three-thirty in the morning the night before, working on a paper for his class at ten, certainly didn't help, and he found himself, dazed and glassy-eyed in Intro to Philosophy, gazing out the window and not even pretending to listen to the professor.

As his eyelids became heavy, he willed himself to try to pay attention, or at the very least, think of something that was actually interesting to keep him awake.

Which his mind kindly provided for him in the form of his younger, and sinfully attractive, roommate.

Suddenly, in Arthur's mind's eye, it was the night before. This time, Alfred wasn't laying on his bed playing his stupid little handheld video game thing, or curled up and snoring on his top bunk, blissfully unaware of the sleep Arthur wasn't getting.

No, this time, Alfred had returned from his late night shift at the residence hall sign in desk, quietly pushing open the door, as to not disturb his surely sleeping roommate, only to freeze in surprise at seeing him still hunched over his laptop at midnight.

"Dude, what the hell are you still doing up?" he would ask, depositing his backpack on the floor and confronting Arthur at his desk. "You're usually in bed by like, nine."

"Have to finish paper," he would groan, rubbing at his eyes. "Five to seven pages due tomorrow. Must finish."

Alfred would then whistle under his breath, smirking in amusement and shaking his head in fond disbelief. "Woo, someone is going a little batty tonight huh? And you always tell me not to procrastinate." He would lean over then, wrapping his arms around Arthur's shoulders and whispering in his ear in that disgustingly sexy America accent of his, "How 'bount some tea, sweetheart?"

Arthur would moan, leaning greedily into Alfred's toned chest and closing his tired eyes in bliss. "That would be heavenly. Thank you, love."

"No prob, babe. It'll be ready in a jif!"

Arthur would pretend to return to his paper, but with his boyfriend back in the room, existing and just being so damn adorable, he would find getting any work done to be near impossible. So instead, he would scan through his already written work, pretending to fix typos, while he watched Alfred make his tea; a task he had spent three consecutive days teaching him to do correctly.

Alfred would smile at him over his shoulder, teasingly. "For someone so stressed about this paper, you sure aren't working very hard on it."

Arthur would flush. "Shut it, tosser. I can't get any work done with you disrupting my concentration."

"Disrupting your concentration, eh?" Alfred would ask with a laugh. "You mean I'm distracting you?" he would purr, striking a stupid pose that was probably supposed to be sexy, but really looked just plain ridiculous.

"By being a total git, yes."

Alfred would laugh heartily, probably waking up fifty percent of the floor in the process, and deposit his tea on his desk. He would kiss him sweetly on the forehead and stand behind him once again, rubbing his shoulders. "Need anything else?"

Arthur would close his eyes in bliss at the impromptu massage, sighing and melting into Alfred's touch. "Never stop."

"Only if you can do your paper at the same time."

"No."

He would laugh again, but wouldn't stop his ministrations. "You can do it, Artie," he would encourage. "Don't want you up all night after all!" And he would lean in closer, his head resting on his shoulders. "You know I don't like going to bed without you."

And Arthur would blush. As much as he absolutely adored it, he was still new to being doted on by Alfred in such a way, and it never failed to make his heart skip a beat. He would turn around, effectively ending his massage, but it was worth it to see the freshman's beautiful blue eyes and loving smile. "You'll be the death of me, Jones."

"I'm willing to take full responsibility."

Arthur would smile, forgetting his paper for now, but inwardly promising to return back to it later (and knowing full well he was completely full of it). He would take Alfred's hand, following him to the beds they had pushed together weeks ago, not even bothering to hide the pathetic, lovesick look he knew was plastered all over his face.

Arthur in real-time sighed, the same pathetic, lovesick look on his face, only it was directed out the window, rather that directed at Alfred. He sighed again, this time in agony, turning his attention back to the front of the class as the door creaked open.

"Excuse me," the small, mousy, fidgety woman, Arthur just barely recognized as a World Religion professor, stuttered, popping her head into the classroom. "We need everyone to evacuate the building, there has been an accident in one of the science labs upstairs."

Most of the class cheered, grabbing their books to the join the stampede of students in the hallway, and Arthur followed close behind, allowing himself to be guided outside by the masses until they all reached the quad.

A Hazmat truck pulled up along the side of the street ,and whispers and rumors filled the air.

"I heard someone dropped a test tube with a deadly virus contained inside."

"Yao was up there, he said that there was some big chemical fire."

"I heard, like, the entire roof is totally on fire."

"Feliks, there's no smoke, how could it be on fire?"

"Arthur!"

Arthur spun around to see Alfred pushing his way through the crowd of students, waving excitedly. He was instantly reminded of his little daydream in class, but willed his blush down to the best of his ability. "Hello Alfred." He thanked the heavens above his voice came out normal. "What class you were you just in?"

"Oh um..." Alfred blushed. "Chem lab?"

Arthur stared, the dots connecting and the big picture coming together. "Alfred...You didn't!"

"Shhhhh!" he exclaimed, clamping his hand over Arthur's mouth. "It was a total accident," he whispered harshly.

"What on earth happened?" Arthur demanded. Alfred looked around him and harshly pulled him away from majority of the people by the arm.

"Okay, so we were studying sulfuric acid based reactions, when I might have on total accident, accidentally elbowed a test-tube off the table, and it may have accidentally started eating away at the floor...Accidentally!"

Arthur narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "It wasn't an accident, was it, Alfred?"

Alfred's mouth hung open before he started laughing like a lunatic. "What?" he squeaked. "Of course it- Artie, you're crazy! Why would I- I mean, that's totally..." His laughing slowly died down to a nervous chuckle, which then morphed into an awkward cough. "Okay yeah, but don't you dare say anything! They would totally make me pay for it!"

"What were you thinking, you idiot?" he exclaimed, not able to keep the amusement from seeping passed his anger. Alfred smirked despite the circumstances, obviously at least a little proud himself.

"Well, I knew you were up super late last night working on that paper, so I thought, hey," he shrugged, "Arthur wont have to turn in that paper if he didn't have class."

Alfred's face had turned a delightful shade of pink, obviously because he realized how bloody stupid he sounded, but Arthur thought it was the single-handed most adorable thing he had ever seen, and his heart leapt accordingly.

"You put hundreds of students in life-threatening danger, just so I wouldn't have to turn in my already-finished paper?" he asked in disbelief.

Alfred blushed even deeper. "Well when you put it like that, I guess-"

Arthur silenced him with a hug, shaking his head, but smiling like a damned pre-pubesent girl. "You are the biggest idiot I have ever met," he sighed. "But thank you."

Well, it wasn't tea and a massage at midnight, but Arthur certainly wasn't going to complain.

It would have taken far longer than three days to teach Alfred how to make tea, anyway, and now he could at least have a nap.

Two updates in one weekend! Damn Car, you are on a roll!

Anyway, the whole evacuating the building thing totally happened to me once in college. I went to a smaller school that had a good portion of classes all in one building, like the cadaver lab was in the basement, then there were like 2 floors for religion, social studies, philosophy, english etc., then the top floor was science labs.

Anyway, someone totally spilled some chemical that started eating at the floor, so we all had to be evacuated and classes in that building were canceled for the rest of the day. It was EPIC. Plus, shortly after that incident, they agreed to build a new building just for science. What a coincidence, hm? ;)

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to review! :)
-Car