Tryst [[100 Words]]
Britannia High
Jez/Stefan
implications of drunksex.

"This was a mistake." He sits up on one elbow and looks down at the boy beside him (his student, he reminds himself). "I shouldn't've—"

"I know." Jez smiles ruefully and pulls the sheet further up his chest. His mouth is still swollen and red, Stefan can't help but notice with what should be shame. "We'll pretend this never happened. Our secret."

"Right."

"'Course, we're still drunk now, so any other mistakes would be…" His grin is just as wickedly sexy now as it was at the bar, and that'll have to be justification enough for—

"True." He breathes, and reaches.

Morning After [[100 Words]]
Britannia High
Jez/Stefan
Aftermath of sex.

Jez wakes when Stefan rejoins him in bed, settling against the headboard with the tray across his lap. The blonde sits up on one elbow and raises an eyebrow. "Do you treat all your sordid, forbidden one-night-stands to breakfast-in-bed, or should I feel special?"

Stefan shrugs, shifting the plates and beckoning him closer. "You should eat."

He steels himself, but can't help the murmured "I'm sorry" as he watches Jez bend over the meal, uncharacteristically silent. This isn't fair, to either of them.

Jez only sighs and pushes a bit of egg across his plate with his fork.

"I know."

I've No Self-Control with You Looking Like That [[100 Words]]
Britannia High
Jez/Stefan
Innuendo.

"You still want this, too." Jez shifts forward, trainers loud on the hardwood in the empty studio.

"Every day," jaw set, he reaches for him. "You just stare. It's—incredibly frustrating."

"Jez," Stefan gasps, catching his wrist and stopping the hand that slips beneath the waistband of his sweats. "We agreed not to do this again. I could be sacked."

Jez only pushes in closer, insistent. "You know I'll keep my mouth shut. Except for, you know, right now—" he glances downward, to where he cups him through cloth, and smirks, "—when I expect you'll be wanting it open."