"Dunce" by mcee

(PG) Geoffrey/Will


By yet another obscure turn of events, Geoffrey had once again ended up without apparel.

"Don't you ever learn?" Will asked from his perch over him, the half-hearted scold etching a lopsided smile on his face despite his best attempt at scorn.

Geoffrey could think of a thousand replies (most of them obscene, all of them flippant) but opted instead for the way of the uncharacteristically coy, and sat up in the space of Will's arms, pressing a smiling mouth to his.

No further questioning of Geoffrey's ability to absorb simple lessons were voiced that night, but Will wondered if the poet's willful ignorance, in these particularly circumstances, wasn't but simple convenience.