He dragged his mind out of Chaucer and went to the door, pulling it open to reveal Clark, looking happy and relaxed and a little drunk.

"Hey, can I come in?" Clark said, brushing past him and copping a feel on the way.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I take it you're done?" Nolan's brain was still half in his books, the other half trying to figure out why Clark was there. He figured he really needed a break if he had to wonder what Clark wanted-trouble was he wasn't sure if he could switch gears that fast.

Nolan closed the door and followed his sometimes partner into the apartment.

"Yeah," Clark said, flopping onto the couch. "This afternoon. Went and shot some pool, had a couple of drinks." Clark looked at him closely. "Ah, damn. You're not?"

"One more. Was just re-reading The Knight's Tale." He looked at the books and tried to decide how long a break he needed. How long a break he could take.

Clark deflated. "Oh. Sorry, I should have called. Didn't think, I guess. I'll just take off, then." He stood up again and shrugged. "Just got all happy and figured I'd stop by-felt sort of rambunctious, but I know you like to study."

Nolan blinked. That was it? He reached out a hand as Clark walked past him. "What are you gonna do?"

Clark shrugged. "Go back to the dorm and jerk off, I guess."

Nolan's brain switched gears. Clark must have seen something happen because a slow grin started to cross his face. "Or…I could jerk off here, I suppose. If you didn't mind, that is."

Nolan blinked. "Mind?" he said, distracted. The mental images he was getting were seriously derailing any thoughts of Old English.

Clark stood in front of him and smiled a little. "Yeah. Mind if I sit on the couch and stroke off, Nolan? Wanna watch me?"

Nolan blinked again and licked his lips. "Yes?"

Clark grinned. "You don't sound sure." His eyes drifted lower, over the t-shirt Nolan was wearing, down to the waistband of his jeans, and lower still. "Look sure, though." Clark stepped closer and ran his hand over the top of Nolan's thigh and dragged the back of his hand over the prominent bulge in his pants.

Nolan gasped and arched into the touch. "Serious? You'll do that?" He thought he might have his voice pitched a little high, but he didn't really care when Clark nodded.

"Sure. Where's Taylor?" Clark was still close to him, close enough that Nolan could smell beer faintly, and aftershave and a hint of chlorine. Clark must have been the pool that morning. Clark in swimming trunks did other things to Nolan's brain, and he found himself pushing the bigger man toward the couch.

"Out. I mean, gone. Home. Holidays." He seemed to have lost the ability to form sentences. "Strip?" Yeah, no sentences.

Clark laughed and kissed him. "You *are* sure. Fine, you sit over there somewhere and I'll give you a show. See if I can get you revved up enough to make me scream or at least make you cream your jeans." The grin on his face was decidedly wicked, Nolan thought as he fell into a chair. He didn't take his eyes off Clark for a second.

Clark stripped down quickly, not wasting time or a single movement. He was an athlete and it showed in his build, the way he moved, the way he carried himself. Nolan occasionally felt self conscious about his own body when they were together, but Clark was always quick to point out who had picked whom up before preceding to show him exactly why they were so good together. It all came down to this. The way they could get worked up just by being in the same room, the way hunger built out of nothing until they were willing to…well, to watch each other jerk off.

Nolan sat across the room and watched Clark settle himself on the couch, legs spread, hard cock curving up to his belly. Clark didn't mess around or tease, he just let his head drop back and started playing with himself, one hand gliding up and down his prick with a loose fist, the other rubbing circles on his belly. He made a soft moaning sound and shifted down, his hips rocking a little.

Nolan tried to speak and had to clear his throat. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, staring at Clark's hand and cock. His own erecting was pushing at his jeans but he ignored it, wanted to see how long he could last before he *had* to touch himself. It was like an exquisite test of will that had no point; sometimes it was just better to wait.

Clark didn't open his eyes, just ran his hand, the one he'd had on his stomach, over his thigh and up the inside of his leg. "Thinkin' 'bout how you looked last week in class, the review day?"

Nolan thought back, nothing leaping out at him. "Why then?"

Clark's hand was on his balls now, tugging gently at them, the hand on his cock a little faster, a little firmer. "You…you were wearing those jeans, the ones with the hole in the back pocket. Make your ass look amazing. Spent that whole class hard, wanted to touch you, feel against me. Almost…oh god…almost grabbed you after class, to see if you were interested in a little bit of fun in the basement of Kelly building."

Nolan felt himself flush, though if it were for the compliment, the view, or the idea of fucking in the basement of Kelly he wasn't sure. He didn't really care either. He was warm all over, and he suddenly realized he couldn't sit still, his hips were moving in time with Clark's and his jeans were definitely too tight. He cleared his throat again.

"Yeah?"

Clark looked at him then, eyes dark and sexy, tongue tracing his lower lip. "Yeah. Great ass, wanted you so bad. Want you now." His hand was pulling hard at his cock now, making a slick sound as he pumped. Nolan could see beads of pre-come forming at the head before Clark's palm would sweep them away. He could smell him. Clark was starting to pant, his hips rising and falling faster as he fucked his hand, his eyes glazing over.

"Wanted you to push me up against the wall and kiss me. Wanted…oh fucking hell, getting close…wanted you to shove your hand in my jeans and pull on me, like this. Wanted…want…wanted you to take me, make me beg for it." Clark's head fell back and Nolan crossed the room in three steps, hand on his cock, over his jeans.

"Wanted to beg me?" he said, trying to put steel in his voice, even though he himself felt like begging.

"Yeah," Clark groaned. "Let me come? Please?" His hands were working fast now, the hand on his cock pistoning, the one on his balls stroking and tugging and pushing at the soft skin behind.

Nolan sucked on a finger and fell to his knees. He pushed his wet finger into Clark's ass and said, "Now."

Clark came with a sharp cry, his hips stuttering and jerking as he pushed back on Nolan's finger and back, into his fist. The smell of him, the sound of him crying out and shooting set Nolan off and he came in his pants, the heel of his free hand pushing at the base of his erection.

"Oh shit," he groaned, resting his head on Clark's thigh. He pulled his hand away from Clark's ass and moved it up, stroking his cock while he came down. "Fucking hell, you're amazing."

Clark grinned at him, looking dazed. "Yep. Give me a couple minutes and I'll show you how amazing."

Nolan groaned again and kissed his thigh. "Gonna stay for a bit?"

Clark stroked his hear and nodded. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'll stay. Help you study."

Nolan laughed at that and kissed him again. Study. Right.