Homework Verse is something I write during semester when classes are unbearable and I just want to drop out. It’s basically various characters having trouble with school and their respective partners sexing them up for sticking with it.
Only a month into their Sophomore year of university and Timothy is already pissed off and fed up with his classes. He’s threatened to drop out thrice now. At least he isn’t crying—although Damian assumes the waterworks will be back a week or so before finals. This routine never fails
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Tim seethes. He throws another pillow as he paces the spacious dorm room. Damian watches him blandly from his spot on the top bunk. The bunk beds were actually queen sized and they had a sizable kitchenette just beyond a wide living area that also housed their individual working spaces.When he entered Gotham Private University (years early, of course) it was not a matter how much he was willing to shell out for a room for his boyfriend and himself, rather which dorms were the biggest and best. Damian had standards after all, and heir to the Wayne Foundation gave him plenty of means to indulge that requirement.
Honestly though, Damian would’ve preferred just to get an apartment off campus all together, but Tim’s classes were at odd hours and all over campus; he needed to be right there or else his need for punctuality would be in a frenzy at all times.
“Calm down, you’re just working yourself up needlessly. It’s a waste of time and energy.”
Tim glares as he opens a can of soup and restarts the tea water he made that morning and promptly forgot about. “Not helping. They’re having me do all this bullshit busy work that amounts to nothing, but is also taking up time I could be using to do what I actually came here to study! Heaven forbid I actually do what I’m meant to.”
“Yes, so you’ve said…six times this week.”
“Well it’s a big deal to me, sorry to bore you with my inconsequential dramas! I’m so glad things are working out just peachy for you and your huge trust fund. Don’t know if you remembered, but if I fail any of these bullshit classes then I lose my scholarships!”
Damian barely resists the urge to roll his eyes, picking some lint off his pants. If he had his way, he’d just pay Timothy’s full tuition—not like it’d make much of a dent. But Timothy was firm about making his own way in the world, or some utter nonsense. “How much have you slept collectively in the past three days?”
“Six hours, I don’t know, and I don’t even know why it matters. I have too much to do to waste on sleeping.”
“And how much of your work have you actually done?”
Tim sputters, cheeks flushing bright. He turns away and slumps into his desk chair, eating quickly as he boots up his laptop. He’s spent the better part of the past week on the thing, but most of what he was doing had little to do with his school work.
“You’re being a child. So I’m going to make you a deal.”
Tim doesn’t even have time to turn around as Damian’s arms drape over his shoulders, fingers splayed and dragging down his chest. He had removed his sweatshirt when Tim wasn’t looking, the bare skin of his arms overly warm against Tim, the heat soaking through his thin t-shirt.
“Every assignment you get done from now on? I’m going to take off a piece of my clothing. And if you complain instead of actually work? I’ll be putting my clothes back on. Simple as that. But until you’re all caught up with your late work you’re not allowed to touch me. Do you understand?”
Tim nods in silence, pulse loud in his own ears. This, being so touchy and lenient of his moods, is very unlike Damian. But then throwing around power and dominance is, so it all balances out he supposes.
“Good boy,” Damian purrs, biting and sucking at the shell of his ear. Tim’s breath falters and Damian smirks, pressing wet kisses behind his ear and down his jaw line. Tim tries to turn his head for a real kiss, hands rising from the keyboard, but Damian smacks one of his hands sharply. “None of that now, you know the rules. No touching.”
Tim almost whines, forced to sit in his chair and just take Damian’s affections, who’s moved on to very pointedly cupping him through his jeans and squeezing just so.
“But I wish you could touch me,” Damian breaths. “Mmm, I want your hands on me, all over me.” He mimics his words by running his own hands down Timothy’s chest and slipping them up under the hem of his shirt, scratching lightly at his quivering abdomen.
“Shhh, not now. Start your paper from last week, and maybe I’ll get rid of these irritating shirts.”
And Tim tries. He really does. He spends exactly two hours half-heartedly trying to start the damn thing. He fiddles with his music and sighs loudly a lot and mainly stares at a blank word document. He gets four false starts before he’s growling in frustration and keysmashing his document.
“Damian, come on! I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t care and it’s a stupid assignment anyways and I just—“
Suddenly Damian is at his back again, raking one hand through his hair so Tim is looking up at him, and the other covering his mouth. He probes his fingers at Tim’s lips and Tim finds himself parting them automatically, two of Damian’s fingers pressing down on his tongue.
Gripping his hair and tugging a little, Damian puts his mouth right at Tim’s ear. “Timothy Jackson Drake. You are going finish this paper, and then I’m going to give you a small reward. And then you will move onto your next class. And if you can manage to get through the rest of this term without dropping out and passing your classes, I’m going to let you fuck me.”
Tim’s breathing had steadily increased since he began softly commanding him, coming ragged through his nose.
“I’m going to lay on that bed, and the longer you take, the more I’m going to touch myself. But you can’t watch me, because you need to focus on your paper, and if you take too long I’m going to get myself off. And we don’t want that, now do we?” Tim shakes his head furiously, eyes blown wide in lust. “I want you to touch me, Timothy, to push me down and fuck me. Because that’s what good, obedient boys get. Don’t you want that too, Timothy?” Tim nods quickly, sucking on Damian’s fingers. “That’s what I thought. So what are you going to do?” He pulls his fingers free and Tim gasps for air, watching him with awe and like he doesn’t recognize the person in front of him. .
“I’m going to finish this paper. And then I’m going to get caught up on my other late work.”