Good Grades

Tim is an excellent tutor. He hasn't even taken physics, and he hasn't even touched Bernard's textbook, but he's explaining the concepts in a way that Bernard understands. Which is a major accomplishment. Bernard hasn't pulled better than C's in science since, well, ever. He still feels lost in the face of how much Tim knows, apparently without even thinking about it, but he'd realized how much he knew when his lab group had stared at him when he'd explained a concept they hadn't understood. He feels a little better now. Tim is just a freak who knows everything about everything, and it doesn't reflect badly on him when he doesn't know as much.

He got his midterm back today, and he actually got an A. He shows it to Tim, and Tim is delighted and kisses him thoroughly. Bernard's exam flutters to the floor as he drops it to get his hands on Tim, to run his nails up and down Tim's back. He can feel Tim's scars through the thin T-shirt and just has to get his hands on them even more, so he slides his hands up under Tim's shirt and pulls it off. Tim makes an unhappy noise at the interruption of their kiss but then his hands are under Bernard's shirt, and then it's off and Tim is kissing him again, urgently, and pushing him backward, and it doesn't bother Bernard that he can't see where he's walking because Tim knows all the obstacles (not that there are many with how clean he keeps his room) and besides his eyes are closed.

And then his legs hit something, and when he falls back on something soft he realizes it's Tim's neatly-made bed, but he can't think of anything but the fact that Tim is so far away and he pulls him down on top of him and then they're kissing again and that's good and they're rubbing together in an entirely too pleasant way and that's better.

He makes a note to himself to keep getting good grades before he stops thinking to just feel.