Service with a Smile [[252 Words]]
Britannia High
Danny/Jez
Set post-1.04, although no particular spoilers.
non-explicit PWP, Sex in a public place, misuse of uniforms, bad puns.

It's Danny's back pushed against the elevator's far wall, Jez's white-gloved hand shoved down the front of his pants. "You never picked a floor," Jez leans in to whisper, breathing hot against his ear and managing to make even that sentence maddeningly erotic. The buttons on the front of his jacket press uncomfortably against Danny's chest, and he can't resist laughing at that, at the absurdity of this entire situation. Can't resist laying a hand over Jez's through the fabric of his slacks, grin and "Feels like I'm heading up, whichever level."

Jez snorts, blue eyes rolling skyward before he kisses the other boy's lips once, twice, quick and teasing like the upward quirk of his mouth at the corner as he replies. "Funny that, because I was thinking I'd go down."

He drops to his knees then, cap going askew at the sudden movement, cocked funny to one side, and Danny's never seen Jez's hair mussed like that before. He's usually so fastidious about his appearance, and the way his blonde locks stick up in the front is almost more obscene than—well, this entire plucked from a porn film scenario.

It makes Danny want to tangle his fingers in and worsen the situation. He pauses, though, has time to glance up at the security camera and wonder what the hell they're thinking, when this sounded like a good idea, whether he should maybe pull the emergency brakes before someone else—oh. That, yes, that is what he'd call customer service.