Sex Ed
Title: Sex Ed
Fandom: Generation X
Characters: Jono, Sean, Everett, Angelo “Fuck YOU Chuck Austen” Espinosa
Prompt: 57. Lazy
Word Count: 213
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Even Sean would rather be in Emma’s Sex Ed class.
Author's Notes: Written for ragingpie for playing Name the Trope.
Jono took his pen and started doodling on his desk. Why am I even here? he asked Sean.
The red haired Irishman sat on the edge of the desk in the front of the room as Angelo slouched in his own seat beside Jono, grey skin spreading like melted wax across the desk. Everett was sitting a few rows up from them, looking as attentive as he always did. Sean cleared his throat. “State requirements,” he said gruffly. “So, this is Sex Education.”
“Can’t we have this class with Emma?” Angelo asked, a look in his eye that said loud and clear that he intended to give Sean no end of shit.
“Do you really want to be there with the girls when they talk about… women’s troubles?” Sean shot back.
Jono would have smirked at Angelo’s grimace if he could have. Instead, he drew lazy little circles on the desk and waited for Sean to get on with it.
Fandom: Generation X
Characters: Jono, Sean, Everett, Angelo “Fuck YOU Chuck Austen” Espinosa
Prompt: 57. Lazy
Word Count: 213
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Even Sean would rather be in Emma’s Sex Ed class.
Author's Notes: Written for ragingpie for playing Name the Trope.
Jono took his pen and started doodling on his desk. Why am I even here? he asked Sean.
The red haired Irishman sat on the edge of the desk in the front of the room as Angelo slouched in his own seat beside Jono, grey skin spreading like melted wax across the desk. Everett was sitting a few rows up from them, looking as attentive as he always did. Sean cleared his throat. “State requirements,” he said gruffly. “So, this is Sex Education.”
“Can’t we have this class with Emma?” Angelo asked, a look in his eye that said loud and clear that he intended to give Sean no end of shit.
“Do you really want to be there with the girls when they talk about… women’s troubles?” Sean shot back.
Jono would have smirked at Angelo’s grimace if he could have. Instead, he drew lazy little circles on the desk and waited for Sean to get on with it.