Learning The Moves - Part 1
Title: Learning The Moves
Rating: Um … maybe R - I am bad at rating.
Pairing; Jez/Stefan
Summary: Jez’s private tuition turns into something more.
Disclaimer: I don't own Britannia High or any of it's characters
Jez pushed open the door of the dance studio and cautiously stepped inside. There was no one there yet, so he went to the back of the room to put his things down and get changed into his dance gear. He was halfway through pulling off his jeans when the door opened and someone walked in. Jez spun to find Stefan stood there, looking at him.
“Sorry,” he said. “I thought you would have been changed by now.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Jez replied. “I only just got here. Is it alright for us to be here?” he added as he pulled on his dance trousers.
“Yeah, definitely,” Stefan replied. “I checked with Nugent and he said, it’s fine. Besides, I thought it would be best to have the lesson at night so there was less chance of us being disturbed.”
At these words, Jez felt himself shudder.
“Are you alright?” Stefan asked.
“Yeah … just cold.”
“Then lets get you warmed up,” said Stefan, smiling.
So they both got into the middle of the dance hall and got started on the warm ups, working on their arms and legs. Pretty soon Jez was all warmed up, so they moved onto the co-op workouts.
Jez put himself onto his back, as Stefen rested at his legs. He then lifted one of Jez’s legs and pushed it up. He continued to push until they were almost face to face. Jez could feel a tingling sensation in his groin again. If he could have moved away then he would have done.
“So,” Stefan began. “What do you want to work on today?”
“That move that you were teaching us the other day. The one that Lola was amazing at. It would be good to go through that one. And then maybe the one you taught us the day before that and then -”
“Are you ok?” Stefan asked, grinning.
The truth was, Jez was not ok. He had been babbling. And that only happened when he was nervous. But how could he not be nervous? Here he was, on his back, leg in the air, with his drop dead gorgeous teacher near enough to be kissed.
He let out a large exhale of breath as Stefan lowered his leg and then lifted the other one.
“You know, I would not give yourself such a hard time,” he said. “I have watched you in class. You are a very good dancer. It might take you a while to learn some of the dances, but believe me, you are not the worst dancer in the class. Not by a long shot. In fact, after Lola, I would say that you are the best. Trust me.”
Jez loved being complemented like this, especially as it was coming from Stefan. Although this was not the best time to be being complemented by such a stud, as he soon felt himself getting hard. It seemed that Stefan had chosen to go commando for their lesson and so Jez could feel Stefan’s soft, but very large, member against his leg.
“Um … should we get started,” Jez said, pushing Stefan off him and quickly standing up. He quickly turned around and went to his bag, grabbing a bottle of water from it.
“Need a drink already?” Stefan laughed, moving to his own bag. But the truth was, Jez was readjusting himself. He really did not want to make this lesson awkward. When he was happy that his excitement was no longer noticeable, he moved back over to where Stefan.
“Right,” Stefan said. “Lets get started.”
And they began practising on the moves that Jez had talked about. He had almost got them in class, but working one to one with Stefan was really helping him. He got the first move, a kind of fancy jumping twirl, down in no time, and they soon moved onto the next one. This move, a kind of hip swirl, required a lot more work. Jez just couldn’t work out how to get it right.
“ARGH!” he screamed after about the tenth time of trying. “ Why can I not get this?”
“Because you are thinking about it too much. You just need to focus on what your hips are doing and nothing else. Have another go.”
So Jez tried again. He tried to focus just on his hips like Stefan said, but it just was not working. No matter how he moves his hips, he could not get the move right.
“Look,” said Stefan, “come here.”
Stefan stood behind him and placed his hands on Jez’s shoulders. “Ok, just relax. That’s better … ok, now move your legs apart.” He placed his hand around Jez’s thigh and slowly pulled his leg apart, then moved his other hand to the other thigh and moved that one over too. “That’s great. Now make sure that you are not pushing your stomach in too much.” With that he moved his hand up and placed it on Jez’s stomach, spreading his fingers out. He then began to push on Jez’s stomach. “That’s it,” he said as he pushed. Jez stifled a groan as he felt his backside press against Stefan’s crotch. He was sure that his stomach was where it needed to be now, but Stefan continued to push on Jez’s stomach until his crotch was really tight against Jez’s bum.
“How’s that?” Jez asked.
“That’s great,” breathed Stefan. He slowly began to move his hand down, and before Jez knew what was happening, Stefan’s hand was on his crotch, rubbing him to hardness. Jez to turned to look at Stefan.
“What are you doing?”
“What? Don’t you want this?”
“Er … yes … I mean … I c-can’t!”
Jez suddenly turned and ran from the dance studio, leaving Stefan to stand on his own, very confused.
To Be Continued …
Rating: Um … maybe R - I am bad at rating.
Pairing; Jez/Stefan
Summary: Jez’s private tuition turns into something more.
Disclaimer: I don't own Britannia High or any of it's characters
Jez pushed open the door of the dance studio and cautiously stepped inside. There was no one there yet, so he went to the back of the room to put his things down and get changed into his dance gear. He was halfway through pulling off his jeans when the door opened and someone walked in. Jez spun to find Stefan stood there, looking at him.
“Sorry,” he said. “I thought you would have been changed by now.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Jez replied. “I only just got here. Is it alright for us to be here?” he added as he pulled on his dance trousers.
“Yeah, definitely,” Stefan replied. “I checked with Nugent and he said, it’s fine. Besides, I thought it would be best to have the lesson at night so there was less chance of us being disturbed.”
At these words, Jez felt himself shudder.
“Are you alright?” Stefan asked.
“Yeah … just cold.”
“Then lets get you warmed up,” said Stefan, smiling.
So they both got into the middle of the dance hall and got started on the warm ups, working on their arms and legs. Pretty soon Jez was all warmed up, so they moved onto the co-op workouts.
Jez put himself onto his back, as Stefen rested at his legs. He then lifted one of Jez’s legs and pushed it up. He continued to push until they were almost face to face. Jez could feel a tingling sensation in his groin again. If he could have moved away then he would have done.
“So,” Stefan began. “What do you want to work on today?”
“That move that you were teaching us the other day. The one that Lola was amazing at. It would be good to go through that one. And then maybe the one you taught us the day before that and then -”
“Are you ok?” Stefan asked, grinning.
The truth was, Jez was not ok. He had been babbling. And that only happened when he was nervous. But how could he not be nervous? Here he was, on his back, leg in the air, with his drop dead gorgeous teacher near enough to be kissed.
He let out a large exhale of breath as Stefan lowered his leg and then lifted the other one.
“You know, I would not give yourself such a hard time,” he said. “I have watched you in class. You are a very good dancer. It might take you a while to learn some of the dances, but believe me, you are not the worst dancer in the class. Not by a long shot. In fact, after Lola, I would say that you are the best. Trust me.”
Jez loved being complemented like this, especially as it was coming from Stefan. Although this was not the best time to be being complemented by such a stud, as he soon felt himself getting hard. It seemed that Stefan had chosen to go commando for their lesson and so Jez could feel Stefan’s soft, but very large, member against his leg.
“Um … should we get started,” Jez said, pushing Stefan off him and quickly standing up. He quickly turned around and went to his bag, grabbing a bottle of water from it.
“Need a drink already?” Stefan laughed, moving to his own bag. But the truth was, Jez was readjusting himself. He really did not want to make this lesson awkward. When he was happy that his excitement was no longer noticeable, he moved back over to where Stefan.
“Right,” Stefan said. “Lets get started.”
And they began practising on the moves that Jez had talked about. He had almost got them in class, but working one to one with Stefan was really helping him. He got the first move, a kind of fancy jumping twirl, down in no time, and they soon moved onto the next one. This move, a kind of hip swirl, required a lot more work. Jez just couldn’t work out how to get it right.
“ARGH!” he screamed after about the tenth time of trying. “ Why can I not get this?”
“Because you are thinking about it too much. You just need to focus on what your hips are doing and nothing else. Have another go.”
So Jez tried again. He tried to focus just on his hips like Stefan said, but it just was not working. No matter how he moves his hips, he could not get the move right.
“Look,” said Stefan, “come here.”
Stefan stood behind him and placed his hands on Jez’s shoulders. “Ok, just relax. That’s better … ok, now move your legs apart.” He placed his hand around Jez’s thigh and slowly pulled his leg apart, then moved his other hand to the other thigh and moved that one over too. “That’s great. Now make sure that you are not pushing your stomach in too much.” With that he moved his hand up and placed it on Jez’s stomach, spreading his fingers out. He then began to push on Jez’s stomach. “That’s it,” he said as he pushed. Jez stifled a groan as he felt his backside press against Stefan’s crotch. He was sure that his stomach was where it needed to be now, but Stefan continued to push on Jez’s stomach until his crotch was really tight against Jez’s bum.
“How’s that?” Jez asked.
“That’s great,” breathed Stefan. He slowly began to move his hand down, and before Jez knew what was happening, Stefan’s hand was on his crotch, rubbing him to hardness. Jez to turned to look at Stefan.
“What are you doing?”
“What? Don’t you want this?”
“Er … yes … I mean … I c-can’t!”
Jez suddenly turned and ran from the dance studio, leaving Stefan to stand on his own, very confused.
To Be Continued …