Title: Homework Help
By: flipflopadd1ct
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: High school AU. Greg is the gayboy!nerd who has a huge crush on Nick, the "straight" jock of all jocks. What happens when Nick asks Greg for homework help? (Also features faghag!Sara as Greg's fag hag and jock!Warrick!)

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It was a Wednesday morning at Westfields High School and Greg Sanders was finding better ways to entertain himself in chemistry class.

"Psst...Sara," Greg whispered, nudging her with his eraser.

"What?" Sara hissed without looking up from her notes.

"Look! He's bending over!"

"Who is...oh. Nick?"

"Duh."

"I'm not going to look. He's your crush, not mine."

"Oh, come on Sara!" Greg was floored. How could anyone not take a peek? Nick Stokes, the guy with the most perfect ass in school was. Bending. Over.

"Aw, now you missed it! He's sitting down again." Greg actually sounded disappointed.

"I'll survive. I'm not the one who-"

"Ms. Sidle. Mr. Sanders," rang their teacher's voice suddenly as he turned to face the class from his spot at the chalkboard. "Would you two like to teach the class? It seems you've got a lot to say."

Sara looked up to see every student in the class staring in her and Greg's direction.

"No, Mr. Kantrowitz," she muttered, starting to blush.

"All right then. No further interruptions, I hope?" He paused. Sara and Greg nodded. "Good. Now, when naming acids..."

"You almost got us in trouble," Sara growled under her breath.

"It would have been worth it," Greg grinned.

Sara shook her head and picked up her pen to quickly scribble down the rest of the notes. Meanwhile, Greg continued to gaze at the back of Nick's head, lost in thought.

~

"Why do I always fall for the straight ones?" Greg moaned.

He and Sara were sitting on the low brick wall in the courtyard where they always ate their lunches. As usual, Greg was complaining about wanting a man and Sara was listening.

"How long have you liked him, now?"

Greg mumbled a response.

"Huh?"

"Five years!"

"Wow," Sara said. "We're seniors and you haven't done anything about it?"

"Duh. He's straight. Hello! Earth to Sara! Straight. As in, he likes pussy. No cock for him!"

Sara was looking across the courtyard where Nick and one of his other jock buddies, a guy named Warrick, were sitting with a couple of the cheerleaders. She watched Nick and Warrick high five, then Warrick slung an arm around Nick's shoulder as the two chuckled.

Sara scoffed. "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Greg choked on a french fry. "What do you mean?"

"All jocks are gay."

"Are not. They wouldn't be jocks if they were."

"Are too."

"Nope."

"Yes, they are!" Sara looked exasperated. "Hello! Earth to Greg! Changing in front of each other, the showers, the way they constantly slap each other's asses?"

Right on cue, across the way, Warrick slapped Nick's ass as he tossed his lunch tray.

"Don't tell me you missed that," Sara said patronizingly.

Greg held his hands up in an "I surrender" pose. "I didn't."

"I could write a thesis on how gay they are."

"I bet you'd do it, too," Greg muttered under his breath.

"I heard that."

Greg winked and blew a kiss.

"Back to the matter at hand, Greg. I think you've got a chance. Get up off your ass and do something about it."

"Maybe...you know, I bet he wouldn't turn down a blowjob if I asked."

"Ew, Greg!" Sara wrinkled her nose.

"Kidding!" He decided not to tell her that he wasn't kidding.

"I so did not need to hear that."

"Hey Sara...he's bending over again..."

That night when Greg got home, now that he had a glimmer of hope, Greg shut himself in his room and tried to think of ways that he could get Nick Stokes into his bed.

Naturally, it wasn't long until Greg had a hand shoved into his boxers as he moaned Nick's name.

~

"Dude, I'm screwed," Nick said into his cell.

"What's up?" Warrick replied.

"Chemistry. Kantrowitz says I'm two points from failing and if I get that F I'm off the football team."

"That fucking sucks, man."

"You're telling me?"

"Why don't you get someone smart to help?"

"I don't know of any. Do you?"

"Yeah...that guy in our chemistry class. The gay kid. Gary or something?"

"Greg?" Nick was grinning now.

"Yeah! Him. I bet he'd help you with more than homework though." Warrick laughed like he had just made the funniest joke in the world.

"Haha. Very funny. I'll ask him. Good idea," and Nick hung up.

Truth was, Nick was interested in Greg for reasons that had nothing to do with schoolwork.

~

Next Friday in chemistry, the students were doing several problems involving reaction prediction. To Greg's right, Sara was whizzing through her equations as if she could do them in her sleep (and she probably could). Greg's work was already done, so he distracted himself with more entertaining activities.

Like staring at Nick.

Especially since Nick was wearing an even tighter shirt than normal.

"Greg? Will you check my problems for me?" Sara asked.

"Mmm."

"Greg!" Sara hit him.

"Huh? Yeah, sure."

Sara rolled her eyes and slid her paper over.

Greg compared her problems with his. "Uh-huh. Right. I got that too-"

"Hi," said another voice

Greg froze. But he didn't need look up - he would recognize that voice anywhere.

Nick.

Nick was standing in front of the long lab table, holding his paper on one hand and smiling nervously.

"...Hi," Greg squeaked

Next to Greg, Sara kept her head down to hide her grin. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"Uh," Nick started, "I was just wondering if...well, I don't really get this stuff and you're the smartest person in the class..."

Greg was staring with his mouth half-open as if in a daze. Like an idiot, he later realized.

"...so I was wondering if maybe you could help me out," Nick finished.

"Greg does tutoring at his house after school!" Sara piped up.

Greg broke out of his daze and shot Sara a "What-the-hell?!" look.

"Really?" Nick sounded hopeful.

"Yeah, he does," Sara said, nodding her head.

"Yeah, I...do," Greg echoed.

"Could you help me then? 'Cause that'd be great, I'm about to fail this class and I can't let that happen or I'm fucked," Nick said.

"Sure...whenever." Under the table, Greg's hands were shaking. Violently.

He always started to blush at the worst possible times.

"Is this afternoon alright? I don't have practice."

"I'm free."

"Cool. Thanks man. You live down the street from me, right?"

Greg blinked. How did Nick know where he lived?

"On Portner...?"

"Yeah! I do. That's fine. Tonight's fine. Definitely fine," Greg said.

Nick grinned. "Thanks so much dude. I owe you one!" With that he turned and headed back to his seat.

"Smooth, Sanders," Sara giggled when Nick was out of earshot.

"You bitch!"

"What are you getting mad at me for?! I just helped you out!"

Greg tried to think of a comeback, but there was nothing he could say. She was right.

"Lord knows you probably couldn't have done that on your own." Sara was leaning back in her chair with a smug look on her face.

"If I get beat up tonight, it's your fault."

"Lighten up, Greg! You get to spend the afternoon with Niiick!" The bell rang and Sara scooped up her books, laughing. "Have fun!"

~

Greg had never been so nervous in his life.

He was leg-shaking, piss-his-pants, felt-like-he's-gonna-die nervous.

He hurried home, driving much faster than the speed limit because he had no idea when Nick would arrive and therefore he had no idea how much time he had to get ready.

And, he was nervous as hell.

The first thing Greg did was clean his room: the bed, the dirty clothes on the floor, the messy desk. He took down some of the more nerdy items in his room (of which there were many) and stuffed them in any available spot. Then he stood in front of his open closet, in front of the full-length mirror, and tried to find something to wear.

Even though he didn't want it to be obvious that he had dressed up for the "occasion."

Greg realized staring into the depths of his closet was futile, so he resorted to Plan B: calling Sara. Sara knew the answer to everything.

"Sara!" he said frantically as soon as she picked up. "I don't know what to wear!"

Sara sighed. Loudly. "You looked fine in what you were wearing today."

"Nuh-uh. It's not hot enough."

"You are so stubborn."

Suddenly, Greg heard a knock on the front door.

"Shit!" Greg gasped.

"What?"

"He's here!"

"Then answer the door."

Nick knocked again, louder this time.

"I'm scared."

"Do it, Greg! Now, I'm going to hang up. And you're going to invite Nick in. And later, you're going to give me all the dirt...without getting too dirty."

"But I'm not ready-"

Sara muttered something in an exasperated tone and hung up.

Greg shut his phone and slipped it into his pocket, then began the slow descent down the stairs.

He reached out an unsteady hand.

Greg decided that whoever made up that phrase "butterflies in the stomach" described the sensation oddly well.

He grasped the doorknob.

And turned.

"Hey, Greg," Nick said when the door opened.

Greg swallowed and all sensible thoughts of what do next – like letting Nick in – were forgotten. Nick looked...the only words Greg could think of to describe him were incredibly hot. He was wearing a gray T-shirt that read "Westfields Football" stretched tightly across his chest and arms, a backpack slung over one shoulder. Nick's jeans clung to him in all the right places and Greg didn't think he could ever close his eyes without seeing that mental image again.

Not that he minded, of course.

"Greg?"

Greg shook out of his Nick-induced daze and stepped aside, grinning nervously and starting to blush. "Come on in," he said.

"I thought we could go into my room and do it," Greg continued, wincing when he realized his choice of words.

He was halfway up the stairs when he noticed Nick wasn't following him. Greg turned around to see Nick wandering around the hallway, peering into the other rooms with a bewildered expression on his face. Nick let out a long, low whistle.

"This is a nice house, man."

"Uh. Thanks." Greg didn't think his house was anything special.

"What do your parents do?" Nick leaned down to inspect a black sculpture that Greg had never noticed before.

"They teach at the college. But they did all this world-traveling when they were younger."

"They home?" Nick asked casually.

Very casually.

Greg, who had been walking back down the stairs, tripped and caught himself. He, of all people, knew what that question could mean.

"Nope. They've got some conference/seminar thing in Anaheim. Won't be back 'til Sunday."

"Cool, cool," Nick nodded. "I guess we might as well get started on this, then."

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Greg led the way, mentally slapping himself for being so fucking awkward.

When they reached Greg's room, Nick jumped ahead and flopped down on the bed, stretching out and taking up as much space as possible.

"Nice bed," was all he said.

Greg muttered another "Thanks" and sat down in the computer chair, scooting it closer to the bed and Nick. He reached for his own chemistry book.

"So, what do you wanna start with?"

"Nothing." Nick winked. "Just kidding. Uh, whatever we were doing today. That net ionic stuff."

"Okay. It's easy once you get the hang of it."

"Of course it's easy for you. You're, like, the smartest guy in school." Nick wasn't teasing. He sounded like he truly admired Greg.

Greg smiled and took the compliment while the butterflies in his stomach made another corybantic appearance.

Nick sat up, grabbed his chemistry book, and sat it open on his lap. He stared at the page – on which were several long chemical reactions – and eventually shrugged his shoulders hopelessly. "I don't even know where to start."

"First you break it down. All those polyatomic ions-"

"Polyatomic what?"

Greg blinked. Was Nick really this dumb? "Like this." He pointed to an example on the page. "NH4+ is ammonium. It's got two different elements put together but it can act like one element."

"So is this one too?" Nick asked, indicating sulfate.

"Yup. But sometimes you can't break those down. It depends on whether or not it's aqueous or not."

"What's an aqueous?"

"Uh, that means it's dissolved in water. Which means you can list the different parts."

"I really don't want to do this," Nick said suddenly.

Greg looked up to see that Nick was now on his knees, ripping his shirt down the middle with his bare hands. Before Greg realized what was happening, Nick had broken open the button on his jeans and yanked the zipper down, sliding the denim down to reveal that he hadn't worn underwear today. His hard, impressive cock curved up towards his stomach.

Nick reached down and pumped his cock with a few light strokes. "Come on, Greg. I know you don't want to do this either."

Greg nodded, his mouth suddenly too dry to form words.

"Greg?"

Greg opened his eyes as if he had just awoken from a dream. Nick was sitting in front of him, fully clothed, not naked, and he certainly did not have a raging erection.

But Greg did. Nick was an arm's reach away and Greg was hard. Very hard.

Fuck.

"You okay? You were, like, staring off into space or something." A small grin played at the corners of Nick's mouth.

Nick's sexy, very kissable mouth.

Fuck.

Greg would never be able to concentrate now.

"I really don't want to do this," Nick said. He tossed his book to the side and leaned back against Greg's pillows. Greg was definitely paying attention now because his fantasy Nick had spoken that exact same line not five minutes earlier.

"Are you sure? We've got that test coming up..." Greg said. Whatever happened, he didn't want Nick to leave.

Nick waved his hand in a passive motion. "I'll manage," he said.

An awkward silence filled the room. Nick was staring up at Greg's ceiling, while Greg fidgeted nervously in the chair.

And Greg was still hard.

"I'm bored," Nick said, breaking the silence. "Got any porn?"

"Computer," Greg said, nodding at it. By the time he had realized what he'd started, Nick had already moved, pulling Greg's ottoman over to sit on it. Internally, Greg was panicking. Nick would go on the Internet and find nothing but saved gay porn sites and then Greg would be screwed.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Greg let out a low sigh of relief when Nick – his hand brushing Greg's – grabbed the mouse and typed in the address of some straight website.

The page filled up with pictures focusing on a long-haired brunette with huge (disgustingly huge, Greg thought) boobs sucking and stroking a hard, thick cock.

"She's hot, dude."

Greg nodded. He was paying more attention to the fact that Nick was thisclose to him.

"She looks kinda like Lisa Burton," Nick continued. "She gives the best fucking head ever, man. She sucked me off last week at a party. I don't think I've come so hard in my fucking life."

Greg shuddered. If Nick kept this up he'd come in his jeans.

Nick scrolled down the page, and Greg noticed Nick's breathing become gradually heavier as the pictures became gradually raunchier.

"Fuck..." Nick whispered in a low voice that Greg decided was the most erotic sound he had ever heard in his life.

"I'm really hard. Do you care if I jack off?" Nick tore his eyes from the screen to look at Greg.

Greg had never been so happy – and nervous – in his entire life.

"Go...go, uh, ahead," Greg said, his voice shaking as much as his hand.

He was answered by the (impossibly loud) sound of Nick's zipper sliding down. A shaky breath and Greg knew Nick was stroking himself now. He wouldn't look. He could see the familiar movement out of the corner of his eye, but he wouldn't look. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn't look.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his own bulge.

Greg jumped, the unexpected touch sending waves of shock and pleasure to the tips of his toes and top of his head - Nick's hand moved lightly up and down in response - and slowly turned to see Nick looking at him. Nick's jeans were open, the tent in his boxers exposed through the downed zipper. And Nick was beaming.

"Not too interested in the porn, huh?" Nick's voice was low, quiet, full of meaning.

For what felt like the millionth time that day, Greg couldn't speak. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to form words, but then Nick's other hand was on Greg's cheek, tilting his head and suddenly Nick's lips were on Greg's and oh God Nick was kissing him. Greg, having little experience with kissing, much less with kissing guys, opened his mouth and gave Nick access. He did what felt right (or what he'd see in all the porn he'd watched). Nick's lips were soft, tender, and Greg knew instantly that this wasn't the first time Nick had kissed a guy.

Greg thought the kiss lasted for hours and he was disappointed when Nick pulled away. Then it hit him – Greg just had his first kiss. With Nick.

"Wow," Greg breathed.

Nick chuckled and sat back on his haunches. "I've seen you staring at me," he said.

Greg could only nod.

"Do you get hard when you stare at me in chem?" Nick asked, squeezing Greg's cock through his jeans on the last word.

"Some – ah! – sometimes..."

"Do you think about me when you jack off?" Nick's voice was even lower than before, and his fingers were starting to creep under Greg's waistband.

"Al...always...fuck, Nick."

Greg pushed the chair back and leaned down to kiss Nick again, taking the lead as Nick let him. Greg reached out and touched Nick for the first time, feeling the defined muscles in his arms and allowing his fingers to stray across Nick's back.

"Bed?" Greg gasped.

Nick nodded and stood up, his jeans falling to the floor as he did so. Greg felt his own cock grow harder at the sight of Nick's straining his boxers. Nick pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the chair, then reached down and pulled Greg to his feet. Nick undressed Greg, undoing his jeans and sliding them down with one hand while the other worked on unbuttoning Greg's shirt. When that was gone too, Nick stepped back and whistled like he had done earlier.

"I had no idea you worked out," he said appreciatively.

"It's a hobby," Greg said sheepishly, and if he wasn't blushing before he certainly was now.

"You need a better wardrobe," Nick said, moving closer to trail a finger down Greg's abs. Greg moaned in spite of himself and Nick smiled. He lightly pushed Greg down onto the bed and climbed on top.

Nothing, fucking nothing could have prepared Greg for what he felt when Nick's body met his. Nick's skin was both hot and soft, his weight pressing down onto Greg perfectly, and at the first touch of hard cock against hard cock Greg was afraid he'd come right there. But then Nick started moving his hips, each thrust causing their erections to collide again and again and Greg realized Nick definitely had done this before but Greg forced himself not to think about that or who and focused instead on the feeling of Nick touching him every-fucking-where.

"First time with a guy, Greg?" Nick grunted.

"God...yeah, Nick."

"You've got a lot to learn, then," Nick replied with a wink in his eye. Then Nick leaned down and they were kissing again, more needy and desperate as Greg got the hang of it. Greg wanted to explore with his mouth, to taste Nick everywhere, so he moved to suck on Nick's neck, followed by the lines of his collarbone. Nick moaned in response when Greg's lips met the hollow there but then Nick was pushing him back down and sitting up, his cock inches from Greg's. Greg thought he could feel the lust radiating from Nick.

Nick's hand closed around Greg's cock through the cotton.

"Ever had a handjob, Greggo?"

Greg shook his head "no." He liked where this was going.

"What about a blowjob?"

"Not yet," Greg gasped as he thrust into Nick's hand.

Nick nodded and pulled the waistband of Greg's boxers down and immediately curled his fist around the base of Greg's cock. He started pumping, slowly at first as he learned the feel of Greg before finding a smooth rhythm. He found the most sensitive spots on Greg's cock – like right under the head – and paid the most attention there, watching Greg squirm in delight each time Nick's fingers flitted over that spot. But Nick knew Greg wanted to feel his mouth, not his hand, so Nick quickly covered Greg in slick heat.

Greg's eyes, which had fluttered closed, flew open at the first touch of Nick's tongue. It was wetter than anything he had felt before – nothing like lotion, that's for sure – and it was easily the best sensation Greg had ever felt. Nick could take half of Greg's length before having to move back up, exaggerating the satisfied slurping noises and then suckling on just the head. Then Nick inhaled deeply, hollowed his cheeks, and slid down as far as he can go and Greg felt his cock hit the back of Nick's throat and Nick's mouth felt like it fucking belonged around Greg's cock.

Greg was grabbing the sheets tightly in his hand as he resisted the urge to lose control and face-fuck Nick until he choked. But he knew he was close, very close, and he tried to warn Nick before he came but Nick hummed and that was the last straw for Greg. He yelled Nick's name out loud as he came powerfully and Nick swallowed it all, letting Greg fall from his mouth before licking him clean. Nick wriggled up Greg's body, grinning a dirty grin, and Greg opened his mouth so Nick could kiss him.

He tasted his own salt and bitterness and skin but it tasted good. "Do you want me to...?" Greg asked, but he had already reached for Nick's cock.

"Hand's fine," Nick gasped when Greg's unsteady, exploring fingers reached his cock. Greg stroked him lightly with a fingertip before closing around him like he did himself. Greg felt like his entire life had led up to this moment, the moment where he finally touched another man this way. Nick was already close, so turned-on from giving Greg head that Greg had barely stroked Nick once before he came hot and wet over Greg's hand and into his boxers.

Greg wiped his messy hand on the sheets before collapsing onto the bed. Nick rolled off him and snuggled against his side, making himself comfortable and that was something Greg wasn't expecting.

Greg would learn that there was a lot he didn't expect from Nick.

A couple seconds of silence passed, save for the sounds of their steadily slowing breathing.

"I thought you were straight," Greg finally said.

Nick turned his head to look at Greg. "Dude, I play football," he laughed. A beat, then Greg joined in.

"I've liked you for, like, years," Greg said softly when they had both calmed down. "Still not completely sure I'm not dreaming."

"You're not," Nick replied, reaching down and groping Greg's now-soft cock through his wet boxers.

"You said you're parents are gone 'til Sunday?" Nick continued.

"Got the house to my self."

"Can I spend the night, then?"

"Serious?"

"Fuckin' serious."

"God, Nick. Definitely."

"What do you say about sleep?" Nick yawned.

"Sounds good to me."

And even though it was four o'clock in the afternoon and the sun was still shining brightly outside Greg's window, they pulled the covers up and slept until it was nighttime.

Greg awoke to Nick going down on him again and that's when he knew, for sure, that his life had changed.

~

The next morning – and morning meant one P.M. because they stayed up and slept in late – Greg still felt like he was living in through every single one of his best fantasies. They were eating the breakfast Nick made from scratch, then Nick started rambling on about the upcoming baseball season and how the team was looking "damn good" this year and the entire time Greg was hearing but not listening.

"Something on your mind, Greggo?" Nick asked, sitting down across from him in nothing but a pair of Greg's boxers and starting on an apple.

Greggo. Greg liked the sound of that.

Nick repeated his question when Greg, thoughts muddled because none of this seemed right, didn't answer.

"This was all more than sex?" Greg finally blurted.

"I was hoping so."

Nick bit into the apple again, his reaction so natural and nonchalant.

"But you're...you're..."

"A jock? Popular? Preppy? Yeah."

"Exactly. So why are you after a guy like me? You're supposed to be straight. You should be, like, fucking the whole varsity cheerleading squad right now." Nick broke into a grin, about to speak, but Greg cut him off. "I mean, I don't see why you'd wanna be with me. I'm a nerd who loves science. I'm weird, Nick. I've got a bunch of hidden Star Wars action figures. I blast death metal when no one's home. I'm nothing like you."

"If I had a problem with that, would I still be here?"

That threw Greg for a moment.

"I know you've liked me for a long time, and I've liked you for who knows how long. Maybe it's because you are so different from me. And, like, I need someone who's the opposite. My friends are getting old. They're all the same. You're not." Nick paused, getting up and tossing the apple core. "As for the straight thing, I dunno. I know I'm not the only guy on the team who likes guys, that's for sure. Maybe I'm completely gay. Maybe I'm bi. I don't know, but right now I don't really care."

"What would your friends say?"

"They'd get over it. Hell, I bet all the guys on the team would just be glad I'm getting' some," Nick laughed.

"But this is going to be more than just sex, right?" Greg needed to be completely confident.

"I want it to be."

Nick pushed his chair aside and kneeled down in front of Greg. He took Greg's hand and, barely able to keep a straight face, said, "Greg Sanders, will you be my boyfriend?"

"I do, I do!" Greg answered in between laughs. And soon Nick was laughing too, and then they were both rolling around on the floor laughing until they cried, and that turned into a slow make-out session that continued on the tile until they both came so hard they didn't think they could get up.

They went out to eat that night and Nick spent the night again. They parted on Sunday, Nick telling Greg that he couldn't wait to see him on Monday, and Greg rushed to his cell to tell Sara everything.

On Monday morning, Greg was running late like always. He had just grabbed his car keys when he heard a honk outside.

He opened the door to see Nick's car in the driveway and Nick leaning out the window yelling for Greg to hurry up.

***