Author: Kat
Title: Study Session
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Ibiza blue 2 (Electrix - At The Beach - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ij68F-ViDnM)
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (I'm not good at gay porn yet), yarn (supernova), glitter (Sex, Lenny Kravitz)
Word Count: 1744
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Arnie and Spence are supposed to be studying.
Warnings: sex.
Notes: This was originally for the Sex Is Not the Enemy ficathon. Yes, it's that old. Also, for the record, Egg (also known as Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Story) is played by Masi Oka.


In theory, they were studying. And technically Spencer supposed they were, though he didn't see this particular subject making it into the standard high school curriculum anytime soon. Which was really kind of a shame, because Arnie's weight stretched out over him felt amazing, and the way he was nuzzling into the spot just under Spence's ear should be illegal. And his hands on Spence's ribs, the hard press of his erection against Spence's thigh...

"Too bad they don't do practicals in sex ed," he gasped.

Arnie lifted his head and squinted at him. "What?"

"I said..." Spence stopped halfway through and shook his head. "Never mind, doesn't matter. Come back here and kiss me some more."

"Sure," Arnie said, though he still sounded confused, and followed through with a kiss so dirty it should probably also be illegal. Spence groaned into his mouth and grabbed his boyfriend's ass with both hands, grinding Arnie's erection against his thigh.

"Fuck," Arnie gasped, and tore his mouth away. "Fuck, Spence, don't do that, we can't—"

"My mom won't be home until six," Spence interrupted, as innocently as he could manage. "That's three hours. Not a whole lot we can't."

Arnie went thoughtfully quiet.

Spence took the opportunity to ruck up Arnie's shirt and run his hands over his boyfriend's back. Arnie played basketball and biked, and it showed in his muscles: deltoids and dorsi and trapezius, mm. Spence still remembered the first time he'd seen Arnie shirtless. He'd wanted to bite him, just at the curve where his neck met his shoulder.

Actually, he could do that now. So he did.

"Ow!" Arnie jerked back, and slapped at his shoulder—not hard. "Dammit, Spence, that hurt."

"Oops," he said, unrepentant. "You should punish me. By fucking me."

"Yeah, I should." Arnie leaned down and kissed him, deep and hot, for an endless moment before he broke off. "Fuck! No, I shouldn't, I don't have a condom."

Goddamn it, and of course they'd used the last of Spence's stash the last time his parents had gone out of town. He groaned and fell back against his pillow. "Neither do I. Dammit, I was looking forward to this."

Arnie sighed, then thoughtfully sucked a hickey into Spence's neck. "Well. We don't have to fuck, you know. We could just cuddle."

"Shut your mouth," Spence said automatically, his brain taken up with the weight of Arnie's body and the hot touch of his tongue. "I could blow you. Or jerk you off."

Arnie bit lightly at the hickey he'd just left, then moved down to lick along Spence's collarbone. "Both. Both is good."

Spence snorted a laugh and pushed his hips up. "Yeah, but then how would you punish me? I've been bad," he added, and looked up at Arnie through his eyelashes, intentionally coy.

"You let me handle that," Arnie said, and then, goddamnit, he rolled off Spence and nearly off the bed entirely--Spence's mom had been under the impression that getting a twin bed would keep her son from having sex, though it really just made it more difficult.

Spence sat up, mourning the loss of that gorgeous weight, even if Arnie was shucking his shirt. "Where're you going?"

"Strip," Arnie said, and poked him in the ribs. "Take it all off, pretty boy. I've got plans."

Spence hauled his shirt off without further ado, and nearly tripped and killed himself getting out of his jeans. Arnie paused with one leg still in his own pants to point and laugh, so Spence shoved him back on the bed and pounced, biting at his lips and mouthing down along his neck. He left one spectacular hickey on Arnie's collarbone—under the shirt, so his parents wouldn't notice, but he was definitely going to get razzed about it in the locker room.

Arnie gave as good as he got, of course. He bit back, raked his fingers down Spence's back, got a handful of ass and squeezed hard. Fuck, and it felt good—they hadn't had an opportunity for anything more than making out in weeks. Spence had missed the slide of skin on skin.

He pinched Arnie's nipple a little more sharply than he meant, and got an elbow in his ribs for his trouble. The sloppy kisses turned sharper, the caresses became grabs, and the embrace became a short wrestling match that Arnie, of course, won.

Such a shame for Spence, really, getting pinned under all that muscle with Arnie's cock hard and hot against his thigh. His life was just awful.

"Got you," Arnie breathed, and bit his ear.

"Yeah," Spence agreed, wiggling happily. "Darn the luck. Whatcha gonna do with me?"

"Well." Arnie dragged the word out, drawling, tracing down Spence's chest with one finger. He flicked at Spence's navel, traced the line of his hip, then slid his finger under Spence's erection, teasing. "First I'm going to tie you up, and then I'm going to suck this pretty little cock. And then, when you're begging for it, maybe I’ll come on your face."

Well, fuck. "Maybe?" Spence asked, and if his voice came out high and breathless he couldn't really be blamed for that.

"Depends on how good you are," Arnie said. He was rubbing his finger up and down Spence's cock now, slow and torturous. "And how nicely you beg."

"Please," Spence said, immediately. "Please, please, come on my face, please..."

Arnie put a finger over his mouth, and he shut up. "Good start," he said. "But first..." He reached down, groped along the side of the bed, and came up with the enormous old shirt Spence wore to bed, all crumpled and worn. "Hold your hands up, together."

Spence complied, shivering with lust. It was all he could do to keep still while Arnie wound the t-shirt around his wrists and tied it off, tightening it with a jerk that went straight to Spence's cock. "Jesus," he gasped, and Arnie laughed, because Arnie was evil.

"Yes?" he asked, stroking up the insides of Spence's thighs. "You rang?"

"Oh, shut up," and Spence would hit him if he wasn't so fucking turned on, "and suck my dick already."

Arnie looked thoughtfully at him. What a picture he must make, buck-ass naked, his cock hard enough to cut glass and his wrists tied together with his own oversize t-shirt. Hopefully, it was an attractive picture, but Spence could never tell when it came to himself.

Now, Arnie tied up...

However he looked, Arnie evidently found it inspiring, because he said, "You know, I was going to make you beg for it, but fuck that," and leaned down and thank fucking Jesus Christ on a fucking pogo stick finally put his mouth on Spence's cock.

It was a damn good thing his mom wasn't home, because the way Spence screamed, she would've assumed Arnie was killing him or something. Which Arnie was, just not like she would've thought, because he was trying to suck Spence's brains out his cock and he was damn near succeeding. That was one of Spence's favorite things about fucking Arnie, actually; he didn't fuck around. When they got down they got down, none of this teasing bullshit, just hot breath and hotter cocks and fuck yes.

Arnie slid an arm under Spence's leg and lifted it a little, bracing his shoulder against the other thigh to keep them spread. He needed to—Spence's legs kept trying to close, entirely against his will, like he wasn't getting an awesome blowjob. Too much pleasure, that was the problem, tension winding tight in his thighs and ass and balls.

Arnie pulled back for a second, laid a line of biting kisses across the crease where Spence's thigh met his hips, and dropped a hand down to tease at his balls, and lower. "Having fun?" he asked, breathlessly.

"If you stop I'll fucking kill you," Spence said. Arnie shrugged, then bent down and swallowed most of his cock in one shot.

His eyes slammed shut, white stars bursting behind his eyelids, and he fumbled forward, one hand dragging the other, to grab at Arnie's head. Arnie's hair was too fucking short to get a fistful, but he could scrabble at the curve of his boyfriend's skull, feel the rough bristle of hair against his palm and push down when it felt like Arnie might be thinking about stopping.

Not that Arnie seemed terribly inclined to do anything but go on sucking and licking, once or twice biting along his thighs, fondling his balls, pushing playfully at his hole. Much more of this and he was going to come, just explode all over, and he must have communicated that somehow because Arnie placed one last delicate kiss on the tip of his cock, and sat up.

"Having fun?" he asked again, this time so innocently Spence wanted to kick him.

He couldn't, though, couldn't do anything except beg "please please please make me come Arnie god so close make me come please—"

Arnie smirked at him, then leaned forward and wrapped one hand around Spence's cock, bracing the other against the bed, against Spence's side, his skin hot and flushed. "You want to come, huh?"

"Yespleaseyes," Spence gasped, everything running into one word, his hips bucking upward into Arnie's fist.

"Then fucking do it," Arnie said.

Spence always had been good at obeying orders, when he felt like it.

He came all over his stomach in long spatters, Arnie's fist still hot and tight around his cock, pumping him through it until he felt like he couldn't breathe for how fucking good it felt, wave after wave rolling over him, arching his back, slamming his eyes shut, shaking him in its grip until he fell back against the bed, spent.

Next thing he knew Arnie was straddling his chest, his face red and his fist tight around his own cock. "Close your eyes," he ordered, and Spence was more than happy to comply, fucked-out and sleepy.

He felt Arnie come, a few seconds later, hot and then cold across his face and chest, then collapse forward over him, body arched carefully to avoid just smothering him.

He didn't really care for the feeling of come on his skin, but whatever, that was what tissues were for. He'd get up and wipe it off. Just as soon as he felt like moving.

"Good study session," Arnie mumbled into his ear, "we'll have to do it again soon."

Spence laughed.