'Dirty Little Secret' [Jez Tyler/Stefan]
Title: Dirty Little Secret
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Britannia High
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Teacher/student, very slight sexual implications
Pairing: Jez Tyler/Stefan (does he have a last name?)
Word Count: ~900
Summary: Jez has always had a bit of a crush on Stefan, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why.
Disclaimer: I don't own BH, obvs, and that fact makes me Britannia low. ...Eh? Eh?
Author's Notes: Written as part of the britannia_fic fic challenge, for amory_vain. Okay, so I lied about the prompt I was writing for, Amory, but do you see why?
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Jez has always had a bit of a crush on Stefan, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why: the dance instructor is tall, dark and handsome, with a gorgeous body and an accent to match. But all that aside, Stefan's good at what he does, and there's nothing Jez likes more than a man who knows his stuff and is willing to guide him towards attaining that same level of expertise.
Jez manages to stay focused in lessons for the most part, although occasionally Stefan will see fit to correct his posture by laying a firm, guiding hand against the small of his back, causing Jez to inevitably wobble. Stefan will glance at him out of the corner of his eye in a way that suggests, at least to Jez, that he knows exactly what he’s doing, and maybe even gets some kind of a kick out of it.
When Jez stays behind one day after class, his motives are entirely less than innocent.
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Jez isn’t normally the kind of person to make the first move, so pinning Stefan up against the mirrored wall in their rehearsal space comes as something of a surprise to him. The fact that he’s kissing Stefan while this is going on comes as even more of one. Stefan’s evidently likewise stunned because he stutters under Jez’s mouth, raises his hands like he’s about to push the boy away but Jez intercepts him, capturing his wrists in long-fingered handcuffs while tonguing sweetly but insistently at his lips.
When Stefan grants him entry he deepens the kiss slowly, not wanting to get ahead of himself even though he’d dearly love to press against the older man, rutting desperately. Stefan’s probably kissed more people than Jez so it’s very important Jez does this right, leaves a memorable impression. He needs Stefan’s approval - craves it - and now he has a chance to shine off the dance floor as well as on it.
He kisses Stefan wetly, dances the tip of his tongue across the backs of Stefan’s teeth and murmurs with pleasure as the man’s tongue collides with his, rubbing against it languidly. Stefan’s wrists un-tense and he drops his hands to Jez’s hips, kneading the skin he finds there as he brushes over the sharp, defined points of bone. Jez juts forward, gasping a little into Stefan’s mouth, and Stefan’s grip tightens. Their cocks rub together through their dance clothes. Stefan jerks away.
“We, er.” He clears his throat, smoothes down his hair. “We can’t do this, Jez, I. I just can’t.” He looks so uncomfortable, like being here makes him want to crawl out of his own skin. He rubs his chin absently and won’t look Jez in the eye.
Jez’s heart sinks. He didn’t do well enough, didn’t meet expectations, and now he’s being punished for it.
“No, please,” he says earnestly, eyes pleading, painfully sincere. “If it’s because I’m a student, I…”
“That’s not why,” Stefan says, shaking his head slightly. There’s a bitter smile on his face. “Believe me, that’s not why.”
Jez swallows nervously. “Is it me? Is there something I did wrong? I can fix that, Stefan, honestly, just give me the chance to.” He really doesn’t want to do this right now, this whole crying thing, but he can feel the tears welling up, throat tightening as he steps forward and takes Stefan’s hand. “I’ll be really good to you. I’ll make you proud.”
Stefan gently but firmly extricates himself from Jez’s grasp. “I mean it, Jez. That shouldn’t have happened. I let it and I’m sorry for that, but I don’t want you going around thinking this is something it’s not, alright? It ends here.”
Jez feels numb as the truth permeates his consciousness. He’s failed again, hasn’t he? His effort’s never good enough, his best performances always fall short. “Don’t do this, Stefan, alright? Let me try again. I’ll do better this time - you can teach me. Tell me what you like.”
Stefan backs up as Jez is talking, shaking his head, palms raised. He swipes across his mouth with the back of his hand like he wants to remove all traces of what happened and that, that kills Jez more than anything, the fact that Stefan wants to edit this moment out of his day just like Jez’s father wrote him out of his life.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, I just, I can’t. I’m with someone. I love her.” Stefan glances nervously behind him, gauging his proximity to the door. It’s not far. Jez feels sick. “I’ve got to go, okay?“
Jez nods mutely.
“Look…” Stefan looks horrendously awkward right now, like he really doesn’t want to be having this conversation but somehow feels it’s his duty. “You’ll find someone, yeah? Bright lad like you, you’ll find someone in no time. Er, I’d appreciate if you didn’t… tell anyone about this, you know?”
Jez nods again, this time with resignation. He’s had this happen to him before. He knows the drill. Now he’s two people’s dirty little secrets.
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Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Britannia High
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Teacher/student, very slight sexual implications
Pairing: Jez Tyler/Stefan (does he have a last name?)
Word Count: ~900
Summary: Jez has always had a bit of a crush on Stefan, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why.
Disclaimer: I don't own BH, obvs, and that fact makes me Britannia low. ...Eh? Eh?
Author's Notes: Written as part of the britannia_fic fic challenge, for amory_vain. Okay, so I lied about the prompt I was writing for, Amory, but do you see why?
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Jez has always had a bit of a crush on Stefan, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why: the dance instructor is tall, dark and handsome, with a gorgeous body and an accent to match. But all that aside, Stefan's good at what he does, and there's nothing Jez likes more than a man who knows his stuff and is willing to guide him towards attaining that same level of expertise.
Jez manages to stay focused in lessons for the most part, although occasionally Stefan will see fit to correct his posture by laying a firm, guiding hand against the small of his back, causing Jez to inevitably wobble. Stefan will glance at him out of the corner of his eye in a way that suggests, at least to Jez, that he knows exactly what he’s doing, and maybe even gets some kind of a kick out of it.
When Jez stays behind one day after class, his motives are entirely less than innocent.
--
Jez isn’t normally the kind of person to make the first move, so pinning Stefan up against the mirrored wall in their rehearsal space comes as something of a surprise to him. The fact that he’s kissing Stefan while this is going on comes as even more of one. Stefan’s evidently likewise stunned because he stutters under Jez’s mouth, raises his hands like he’s about to push the boy away but Jez intercepts him, capturing his wrists in long-fingered handcuffs while tonguing sweetly but insistently at his lips.
When Stefan grants him entry he deepens the kiss slowly, not wanting to get ahead of himself even though he’d dearly love to press against the older man, rutting desperately. Stefan’s probably kissed more people than Jez so it’s very important Jez does this right, leaves a memorable impression. He needs Stefan’s approval - craves it - and now he has a chance to shine off the dance floor as well as on it.
He kisses Stefan wetly, dances the tip of his tongue across the backs of Stefan’s teeth and murmurs with pleasure as the man’s tongue collides with his, rubbing against it languidly. Stefan’s wrists un-tense and he drops his hands to Jez’s hips, kneading the skin he finds there as he brushes over the sharp, defined points of bone. Jez juts forward, gasping a little into Stefan’s mouth, and Stefan’s grip tightens. Their cocks rub together through their dance clothes. Stefan jerks away.
“We, er.” He clears his throat, smoothes down his hair. “We can’t do this, Jez, I. I just can’t.” He looks so uncomfortable, like being here makes him want to crawl out of his own skin. He rubs his chin absently and won’t look Jez in the eye.
Jez’s heart sinks. He didn’t do well enough, didn’t meet expectations, and now he’s being punished for it.
“No, please,” he says earnestly, eyes pleading, painfully sincere. “If it’s because I’m a student, I…”
“That’s not why,” Stefan says, shaking his head slightly. There’s a bitter smile on his face. “Believe me, that’s not why.”
Jez swallows nervously. “Is it me? Is there something I did wrong? I can fix that, Stefan, honestly, just give me the chance to.” He really doesn’t want to do this right now, this whole crying thing, but he can feel the tears welling up, throat tightening as he steps forward and takes Stefan’s hand. “I’ll be really good to you. I’ll make you proud.”
Stefan gently but firmly extricates himself from Jez’s grasp. “I mean it, Jez. That shouldn’t have happened. I let it and I’m sorry for that, but I don’t want you going around thinking this is something it’s not, alright? It ends here.”
Jez feels numb as the truth permeates his consciousness. He’s failed again, hasn’t he? His effort’s never good enough, his best performances always fall short. “Don’t do this, Stefan, alright? Let me try again. I’ll do better this time - you can teach me. Tell me what you like.”
Stefan backs up as Jez is talking, shaking his head, palms raised. He swipes across his mouth with the back of his hand like he wants to remove all traces of what happened and that, that kills Jez more than anything, the fact that Stefan wants to edit this moment out of his day just like Jez’s father wrote him out of his life.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, I just, I can’t. I’m with someone. I love her.” Stefan glances nervously behind him, gauging his proximity to the door. It’s not far. Jez feels sick. “I’ve got to go, okay?“
Jez nods mutely.
“Look…” Stefan looks horrendously awkward right now, like he really doesn’t want to be having this conversation but somehow feels it’s his duty. “You’ll find someone, yeah? Bright lad like you, you’ll find someone in no time. Er, I’d appreciate if you didn’t… tell anyone about this, you know?”
Jez nods again, this time with resignation. He’s had this happen to him before. He knows the drill. Now he’s two people’s dirty little secrets.
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