The townies and the greasers had a rough relationship just like the preps but Vance and Duncan had an even rougher one if counted the nights when Duncan was grabbing his ass. Vance was thinking to himself while Duncan kissed and bit the back of his neck and hands snuck under the black tank top he was currently in.

He lifted his head up to the ceiling, the fan made that squeak sound. He flinched slightly at the feeling of his body being rather praised by a certain individual. Duncan undid the belt while he grinded against him, Vance had suddenly thought how much undone homework he currently had but the bulge behind him was damn distracting.

"Hey... dun..."

He stop attempting to dry hump him from behind. "Yeah?"

"How good are you at math?", he asked. Duncan put his arms around the greaser. Vance had never bothered to really go or see Blue Skies for any reason, most the girls he fooled around with were greaser chicks."As good as Clint is at stealing bikes from kids"

He smirked. "I have a shit ton of homework from Hattrick. It's not that I'm dumb. I'm just lazy and don't want to actually do it"

Duncan's lips twisted in a plan, a thought, a dirty thought. "I'll help. I'll do it"

"You'll do my homework?", he turned in his arms.

"Sure", he shrugged. "For a price", he rubbed his fingers and thumb together.

"... I'm broke", said Vance.

"Well there is another option"

He leaned in close, pecking his lips slightly and when they parted he swiped his tongue across his lips. Vance looked at nothing as eyes glazed to the side. "Where's your mom?" Duncan shrugged as tended to Vance's neck. "Dun-"

"Shhhh", he put a finger on the boy's lips. "She ain't around, the house is ours"

Duncan finished undoing the belt he was so ready to undo from the start. "Turn around"

They were in the kitchen, Duncan had one those kitchens with the counters in them. He bent him over nipped and bit at his neck and then without any damn warning. "AH!"

"Hehehe"

"Duncan!", Vance growled but he couldn't be too mad at him. Damn that was a lot to take in. He was facing the living room and the door was there, he found himself being concerned about that door instead of the...current problem in his backside. "You got a cute ass", Duncan snickered as squeezed his pale cheeks.

Vance rolled his ass. "Thanks"

He didn't like that tone, he gave a compliment and he responded like it meant nothing? He moved his hips forward with force that made him hiss.

"If I give you a compliment you say 'Thank You Duncan'", he addressed with each pound. "Let's try that again..." Vance bit his lip and gritted his teeth as his body was rocked against the kitchen counter.

"You have a nice ass Vance", said Duncan.

To which Vance replied in a more appropriately. "Thank You..."

"I wanna hear you scream it..."

So he picked up the pace, grabbing him from the front and working him there. Vance bit his lip so hard he bleed, this was just rude. Torment. Cruel and unusual punishment.

There was heat, a warmth, just lingering but he didn't wanna be quick to come. "Come on baby... I wanna hear you sing"

His hand was working faster then he was moving. Vance took in a breath, it was becoming too much. "Fuck you...", he strained.

"I'm already in position"

"OH FUCK YOU!", he said louder.

He wrapped his arms around Vance, thank god he was small, so easy to handle. He got faster, he wanted him to scream. He wouldn't let him, he refused! He was a greaser damn it, yeah, so what if Duncan had him bent over the counter. At least he wasn't on his back!

The feeling was becoming too much, he turned red, he didn't think he could hold it anymore. "Come babe... you know you want too"

Yes! Yes he did...

"Suck a dick", he growled, he thought of anything he could to hold back. He stopped and turned him over, "really?", he sneered. "You think you're in a position to call that?"

"Oh... Don't be mad, sugar", Vance teased. "I didn't mean anything by it"

Duncan picked the boy up and pressed him against the counter while he rammed him again. "AH!"

He grabbed the greaser by the chin and forced him to look his way. "I want you look at me..."

He was rough, he pounded him fast and hard. Vance squirmed, pulled up his shirt to bite it. His head went back, eyes fluttered. He groaned... he screamed.

"Finally!"

He had to catch his breathe. Duncan gently put him back on his feet. His ass hurt... a lot. "Now... do my homework"

"I don't do math..."