Title: Chemistry

Pairing: Brad/Rob

Rating: NC-17

Summary: This is what happens when Rob doesn't study for a test and all Brad wants to do is help him through it.

Disclaimer: I have no hold over these characters nor do I know or own them. I have let my rampant mind run free and it came up with this idea unless otherwise noted. Any authors, books, fics, etc. mentioned here has been borrowed. If you see the Linkin Park members running from my house naked, I didn't do it.

Rob seemed to be panicking as he walked into the small chemistry class. He was so not ready for the quiz. He took his seat next to Brad, the older teen smirking at him. "Didn't study?" Rob glared and played along. "Too busy getting off to thoughts of you."

Brad's mouth hung open and he took the younger one's words as invitation. As the teacher began to pass out the test, he scooted close enough to Rob to reach his hand out. The tips of his fingers brushed against Rob's thigh and he whispered, "Just take the test and let me take care of you."

Rob should've done something... something other than pick up his pencil and start the test. But there he was, pencil in hand and Brad's fingers slipping the button of his pants through the small hole. The teacher, perched at his desk, was oblivious as Rob gave a soft groan at the tips of the warm fingers running along the waist of his pants against his skin.

The first question was blurred, the test fuzzy as Rob's hips twitched and he slumped in his seat. Brad's hands had, in turn, moved. The one on the table clutched his pencil as if to make it look like he was working. And he was, his hand was working its way into Rob's boxers and his fingers were wrapped around the base of his quick hardening cock.

Rob couldn't tell if it was hot in the Chem lab or it is was the way Brad's fingers were gently stroking his heated flesh. Either way, his body felt as if it had become engulfed by a large fireball. And in turn, he felt like his whole being was going to explode.

Brad took his time answering the first set of questions. Unlike his friend, he had studied all week. To make sure he'd pass the test or to be able to take it while his hand was buried in Rob's pants, both were legitimate reasons to him. Once he was satisfied with the number of questions he answered, his grip on Rob tightened.

Even without having studied, the test was fairly easy for Rob. Comprehending how to answer the questions while Brad began to fully stroke him was another story. Fear of anyone seeing what was going on, despite the fact that the table obscured all sight of anything under the table, hit Rob and he pulled his hoodie from his backpack and laid it across his lap.

Taking this as another invitation, Brad opened Rob's pants and slowly, while still stroking him, he pulled his erection free from its tight restraints. He took the chance, now that he had it, rubbing his thumb over the slit at the tip of his young friend's erection.

To Rob, it was cruel and unusual punishment. Brad's finger picked a bad time to tease him. Right as he was marking the answer for the last question in the second set, his hips twitched and he had to gulp down a moan of Brad's name. He hung his head and hissed to the other teen, "Fucking get on with it!"

Brad had stopped his teasing to hurriedly finish his test. He moved to turn it over and gave a soft groan. There was a large data problem waiting for him. He turned to look Rob, biting his lip. The younger teen gave a hesitant nod and Brad quickly began to calculate the problem, determined to finish before Rob.

Watching Brad work and still slightly exposed, Rob blushed and slumped his hands venturing to fasten his pants. Almost instantly, Brad's hand shot out and gripped him hard. His head fell to the desk and he panted. "Oooh..."

Boxing the last of his answers and not really caring how he did, Brad nearly slammed his pencil down and sped up his hand on Rob's cock. Hurrying to scribble the deviation and box anything his foggy mind thought needed to be, Rob threw his pencil down and slumped further in his seat. His hands gripped at Brad's arms, one moving to wrap around himself and lace his fingers with the other boy's.

The small show of affection from his friend made Brad smile and he sped up, pumping Rob hard and fast. Before each down stroke, Brad's thumb circled the tip and flicked over the leaking slit. This, in turn, caused Rob's hips to push into his hand.

Whimpers, whines and moans, oh my. It was all Rob could do not to just come in Brad's hand and cry out his name in pleasurable agony. Instead, he settled on helping Brad pump him, still gasping and whining his name under his breath.

The teacher announced the test was over and he was coming around to collect them. This forced Brad to speed up the pace even more now causing Rob to slump on the desk. His entire body shook and he rested his cheek against the cool surface of the desk. "Brad... shit... I'm...!" His body fell limp as his orgasm passed, Brad's hand and his hand covered as the teacher walked by, not noticing Rob's flushed cheeks and Brad's lust filled eyes and smug grin.

"Now for our movie." The chemistry teacher droned, turning the lights off and setting up the small projector. Hidden in the small corner was the lab table where Brad and Rob sat. Rob took his eyes off the other teen for a few seconds to glance at the movie and when he turned back, Brad was gone.

He didn't get to experience panic and fear for more than a few moments before he felt Brad's warm tongue wrap around his fingers. The small gesture in itself caused Rob to go instantly hard. he heard Brad's soft chuckle and he felt his hands being moved to lace his fingers into the soft, bouncy curls of Brad's hair.

Taking gentle, tentative licks at Rob's cock, Brad nuzzled the back of the large hands that held his head in a loving embrace. His lips wrapped around the tip of Rob and he could hear the thumping of the younger one's head against the desk.

Rob's mind was racing, his fingers gripping at the hair that cushioned them. He sat back and slumped so he could see Brad's head bob every time he took the very tip of the younger teen's erection into his mouth. It only served to make Rob groan softly.

Whether it was purely a reaction to the moans from the teen above him or if it was due to the fact that Rob tasted so good, Brad gave small moans himself. The slight vibrations went straight to the core of Rob's pleasure and he had to mutter, "Brad... almost... please?"

Brad pulled back and pushed his head up to look at Rob. "Just hold on one minute." His hands gave loving pets to the teen's thighs and he whispered, "Be my pretty drummer boyfriend?" Not even waiting for an answer, his head disappeared back under the table.

Rob felt warm walls engulf his erection again and he gave into the addictive sensations. Hissing out the answer to Brad's small query, Rob pushed his hips up and came hard. "Bradford, yes...!"

Hold the bucking hips as still as he could, Brad took Rob's cock to the hilt of his throat and swallowed everything the teen had to offer. His ear perked at his named and he grinned. Pulling away and licking his lips clean, he helped Rob slip back into his pants before crawling back into his seat.

Rob watched his now boyfriend sit and curl against the table in a smug fashion. He sighed and reached over, holding Brad's hand contently as he whispered, "Thank you." The other teen just smiled and said, "Anything to help my baby on a Chemistry test." Rob chuckled lightly and rubbed the back of Brad's hand with his thumb.

-Owari.