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Chemistry is more fun than Physics

I just have a couple of points to make before we begin 1) I do not agree with the title, physics is better. 2) I was looking for a fun way to revise and so I got this! Combining fanfiction and my revision...we'll find out if it works tomorrow. 3) The mnemonic is legit what my physics teacher taught me to help me remember the electromagnetic spectrum. He taught that to a year 10 class. 4) I hope the ending is okay, I'm so rubbish at endings anyway I'll shush now and let you read...wow I can talk a lot... :p x

"What's the Doppler Effect?"

"I don't care."

"What's the Doppler Effect?"

"I don't care."

"What's the Doppler Effect?" Chris repeated for the third time, sounding a lot less agitated than he actually felt.

"I don't know, something about frequency?"  PJ replied, bored of revising and completely overwhelmed with everything he was meant to know."I know you know this PJ, come on," Chris urged. PJ let out a short sigh, racking his brains for any mention of the Doppler Effect amongst the endless reams of stories and songs.

"When the frequency of a wave seems to change because of where you are in relation to the...whatjamacallit," he finished, his brain failing him at the last word.

"Source," Chris finished for him, "Perfect! I told you you knew it."

"Yay, I know about the Doppler Effect, that's going to get me so far in life," PJ responded sarcastically as he watched the ceiling from where he was lying on his bedroom floor. Even the ceiling was more interesting than physics.

"Yes, I know it is," Chris replied bluntly. He was determined to prepare his friend for the exam, even if this wasn't the most fun they could be having right now. "Now, tell me the order of the EM spectrum." With another heavy sigh, PJ began to recite what he knew of it,

"Radio waves, micro waves...something...visible light ...something... the one that transformed the hulk."

"Gamma," Chris interjected, unable to resist the superhero link. "Here, let me tell you how I was taught to remember it: Gay X-men Use Viagra In My Room."

"Excuse me‽" PJ spluttered as he sat up to stare wide eyed at Chris, who was sat on his bed and acting as if what he'd just said was normal.

"Gay X-Men Use Viagra In My Room- Gamma, X-Ray, Ultra Violet, Visible Light, Infrared, Micro waves, Radio waves," Chris repeated. "Now, come on, concentrate on the science."

"How am I meant to 'concentrate on the science' when you've just told me that?" PJ smirked, happy for the distraction as they'd been doing this for well over an hour now.

"Oh grow up," Chris remarked.

"If you don't want to do physics, how about some biology?" Chris asked after another quarter of an hour reading out of the physics text book. He was unwilling to give in completely but it was obvious PJ was suffering through this aspect of the science.

"How about some...chemistry?" PJ asked, his voice low and seductive and his eyebrows raised suggestively. Chris looked on unimpressed.

"Do you want to pass this exam or not?"

"Do you want to kiss me or not?" PJ retorted quickly. Chris barely even batted an eyelash at the suggestion he was so used to the flirty nature between them, even though there was nothing romantic there. Slowly, PJ began to crawl towards the bed, keeping up the suggestive act. "See I think," he murmured quietly as he edged closer to Chris, "you do." Chris continued to watch his friend, an impatient expression painted on his face as he waited for it to end. Normally he'd have played along, maybe even initiated it, but he felt at least one of them should be taking PJ's exam seriously. And it obviously wasn't going to be PJ. "When we play gay chicken in the videos...I can tell you don't want it to be a game..." Despite Chris' lack of enthusiasm in the distraction, PJ continued until he was sat on top of Chris' outstretched legs. He wrapped his arms loosely around Chris' neck while Chris' hung limply by his side, one clutching the revision book. "I know you want us to kiss...in fact...you want to run your hands all over my body," PJ continued, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke directly into Chris' ear, "touch your lips to every inch of my skin. You want to hear me moan and whimper at your touches, don't you?" PJ shifted further forward so their hips were pressed together, trying to make Chris uncomfortable with their proximity. It never even crossed his mind that this might be weird as his lips attached themselves to Chris' neck, biting down slightly before sucking over the skin there. "And tonight, when you're at home, in bed, all alone..." PJ breathed, ignoring the lust in his voice and the way he actually seemed to be enjoying this. This was only meant to be a way to distract Chris from the work that needed to be done, but somewhere along the line, the distinction between what was 'a distraction' and what was 'doing this because it felt right' had become less clear and PJ was actually starting to think this was a good idea. This whole...touching Chris, teasing him and kissing his neck was starting to feel good, in a way it wasn't intended to. "You'll get off to thoughts of me," he finally finished. Without another thought, PJ moved his lips straight to Chris', kissing him gently and slowly, the opposite of his initial actions. But it felt better than how he'd started. It was simplistic but unreciprocated. So he pulled away and moved his forehead to rest on Chris' shoulder.

He sat there a while longer, unmoving and unsure. His mouth was back on Chris' skin but he'd stopped moving, in fact he felt like he'd stopped breathing. He was just teasing Chris, right? Right. That was it. He'd only been looking for some sort of reaction, he hadn't really counted on himself reacting with...what was it he felt? It felt unnervingly similar to lust, but that was not it. He wasn't feeling lust towards his best friend. No, what it was was...disappointment! Disappointment at being rejected. NO! That only made it sound worse. Love? Hope? PJ quickly stopped trying to identify the feelings, only feeling worse the more he thought about it.  "PJ," Chris' voice came weak and quiet, lost and just as confused with what was happening as PJ felt.

"Sorry, I was just trying to distract you, get the revision done with." It was a crappy explanation- well, possibly acceptable to Chris, but to PJ it made no sense whatsoever. He'd known the distraction wasn't working almost instantly yet he'd continued, therefore it wasn't 'just trying to distract' him, it was following his feelings of how right it was.

Despite the realisation of how weird it was to remain how they were, PJ refused to move. The explanation had been given, well, the excuses given anyway, and now he should be removing himself from Chris, sitting next to him on the bed and probably immersing himself in the work that needed to be completed so he didn't have to dwell on the weird feelings and urges. But his body wasn't as committed to the idea as his mind was. Instead, he merely pulled back so that he could finally look Chris in the eye. "PJ," Chris repeated, as if unsure on how much he wanted to know, "what's with the kissing?" It was asked with a smile, implying a sense of humour but it only served to make PJ feel worse about it. PJ shrugged one shoulder, a sheepish look plastered on his face as he tried to make himself look innocent and nonchalant. Like it was no big deal that he was enjoying this.  Like kissing his friends was something he did every day. It wasn't. And even if it was, he didn't think it would feel like this. "A shrug? Really?" Chris continued, looking slightly exasperated.

"Sorry," PJ said, another shrug despite Chris' disdain at the action. Finally Chris dropped the smile, deciding it was about time he got a proper answer for the strange behaviour.

"PJ," he started, a little sterner, "I want more than a shrug and a half-hearted apology."

"I felt like distracting you. Then I felt like teasing you. Then I felt like kissing you."

"So it was instinct?" Chris asked. PJ could have sworn he heard both hope and annoyance in Chris' tone, but barely hesitated before replying with a haste nod. In a way, he supposed it was an instinct. Only less of an instinct like when you're falling and need to catch yourself and more one when you're hungry and need to find something to eat. You realise what you want, and seek something that will satisfy your need. Bad comparison and the complete opposite of what he was sure Chris was implying. But it made sense to PJ. In that moment, he had needed to kiss Chris, and that was all it was: a need that wouldn't go away, that had controlled him then, and still wasn't leaving.

"What would you say if this was instinct too?" Chris asked, dragging PJ out of his reverie.

"Huh?" PJ felt like he had missed something as he silently repeated the question to himself. But Chris didn't answer. At least not in the way PJ had expected him to.

It was with a kiss.

It was less forceful and passion-led that the first, but not completely timid. It was obvious that Chris had wanted this for a while, or at least thought about it before, but there was also a prominent show of hesitance. Chris wasn’t sure what it had meant for PJ when he had kissed him, but he knew what it meant to himself. So he repeated it- maybe carelessly and thoughtlessly with no regard for either's feelings when this ended badly, but PJ had kissed him and he wanted more. Of course, he was leaving the option for PJ to pull away, in case it really was just an awkward blunder on PJ's part, and he hadn't meant or liked it. But PJ wasn't pulling away, instead he was reciprocating the action. A lot less sure about it this time round, but that was because he wasn't just teasing or distracting or whatever else he'd been doing. This time he was thinking. Thinking it through with a clear head and enjoying it with a conscience clear of forcing Chris into it or guilt for acting that way when it was inappropriate. 

Of course, it was still inappropriate. Inapproriate in that they were friends, neither was gay, anyone could walk in, they didn't know what it meant or what would happen afterwards. Not to mention that this was probably as far from helping PJ to pass his exams as the Sun was from Earth. But who cared about inappropriate when it felt this good to kiss your best friend without thoughts other than the posibility of something being there?