For all the motherfuckers who should be studying for their physics test but are instead reading/writing graphic gay porn.

"Lovi, if you were a position-time graph, I think you would very much be a non-uniform one."

"...Why do you say that?"

Lovino was laying on his back on his and Antonio's huge, king-sized bed (with the mattress and frame from IKEA, of course), reading a Goosebumps book in Italian. At the other end of the room in a chair was Antonio reading out of his big science and physics textbook given to him at the beginning of his university semester.

"Because you've got lots of curves. Also because when we do it, the position's always changing."

"Oh, my God. This shit again?"

"Lovi, can my hand be a tangent and touch those curves of yours? But I know you love my teasing so I'll only touch you at one point."

"Fuck off."

A giggle. "Lovi, I've had my ion you for a while now. Let's make an exothermic bond, you and I."

"What the hell's with the freaky nerd lines? They're so not sexy."

"Lovi, you're so hot you denature my proteins." There was a slight creak in the floorboards, and the Italian was fully aware Antonio had got up from where he was and was moving closer to him. "What do say we use my lever to shift your centre of mass?"

Lovino was blushing now, embarrassingly so, but he forced himself to focus on his book and ignore whatever stunt Antonio was trying to pull. "No, Antonio. Just fuck off."

"But Lovi..." Hands pulled at Lovino's gently, and smoothly slid the book from his hands. Fingers replaced the book, interlocking with the Italian's own slim ones, and then Antonio was on top of him, straddling his hips and smirking down at him. "I may be taking physics this semester, but I'm no Bohr in bed."

"Seriously, Antonio! Are you using some kind of nerdy witchcraft that's gonna put me in some sort of nerdy trance?"

"Well, I do have this test tomorrow, and I think this is the best way to study, don't you think~?"

Antonio rolled his hips, grinding his ass right onto Lovino's dick. A soft whimper bubbled from the Italian's throat unintentionally, which only inspired the Spaniard to continue.

He leaned down close to the Italian, licking his own lips in what deemed to be a seductive way, and murmured, "If I were an enzyme, I'd be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes...~"

Lovino bit his lip, and glanced at the clock before sighing. Only six PM...

"...Fine. Just for a little while. Your lab bench or mine?"