Sex in C Major

Yannis snorted.

"Ornamental shite."

"It's great," Daz protested.

"It's bollocks. You'll be getting him a nose ring and a tattoo next."

"Well, the tattoo might be nice. Don't you think some Arabic on his "

"No, I don't."

Yannis slammed out of the house not ten minutes later, and Stefan carefully finished his cereal before saying:

"Sir? Is is he alright?"

"He's fine. He's just a bit of a bitch in the summer."

"Why?"

"Has to get his projects in and what-have-you. Deadlines, exams, all that nice stuff."

"Oh. Is he worried?"

"Yeah. Never needs to be, he's worse than his dad. Psychotic genius type."

"Sorry?"

Daz laughed. "His dad's got two doctorates, then ditched the lot to run a takeaway. His mum has a master's degree-not that she worked a day after she got married, because they're right old-fashioned about women in Yannis' family. Both brothers are surgeons now. They're all bloody scary."

"What's Yannis studying?"

"Neuroscience."

"I thought he said it was maths?"

"It is sort of. His thesis is using maths to produce emotion. Make art out of maths, does it make people have emotions, and if so, can you predict what formulas produce what emotions. It's the bit about feelings that makes it about the brain. Turns out you can see happiness and whatever on brain scans. I think it's bollocks but then I didn't even pass science in school so what do I know."

Stefan blinked.

"What?"

Daz chuckled. "I memorised his proposal. Means I can look interested when he goes dorkface. Hell if I know what it means, I just make sure a shop gets its deliveries on time."

Stefan fidgeted with his ear, glancing towards the door.

"So what's he using me for?"

"Couple of things. See if he could classify people by what patterns of notes and sounds get them off-apparently I'm going to get to play with that keyboard eventually, too. And see if you can produce good art off some base pleasure like getting your rocks off. He's made a whole file of your sex songs, you know."

Stefan stared.

"It's on my laptop if you don't believe me," Daz said, then suddenly a grin crossed his face. The almost-smirk. The one he pulled right before something happened.

Stefan's dick twitched, and he dropped his hand from his ear.

"Do you want me, Sir?"

"Not right now," Daz said slowly, but the grin widened. "I happen to know Yannis has one of the music rooms booked this afternoon. Think maybe he needs a bit of a distraction, don't you? Take his mind off his thesis for five minutes."

"How?"

Daz shook his head.

"You want to help?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then go scrub down. Thoroughly. Take your time. Then put on some nice cool clothes, easy to take off again, and get a couple of plugs from the bedroom."

Stefan's cock twitched again, and Daz's gaze dropped to his bare crotch.

The grin dulled into a smirk.

"And just this once," Stefan's master said in that deep, dangerous tone, "you can get yourself off."

Stefan's heart crawled up into his throat and his lungs seized.

He shook his head. Took his hand away. Stood up.

"No, Sir. That's-that's for you."

Daz grinned.

"Very good. So go get it clean for me, and we'll give Yannis a break, hm?"

They didn't go to the university until after lunch.

It all looked so...professional. Stefan wore nice clothes that had been ironed for once. Daz packed a laptop bag, and allowed Stefan to put his headphones on. They held hands on the bus like a nice, normal couple. Daz had shaved properly and was chewing gum. He looked oddly young and serenely tame.

Vanilla.

They were a nice, normal, student couple, wandering into one of the university buildings like they owned the place. Daz had a pass and signed Stefan in as a visitor-when he peeked, Stefan realised Daz was masquerading as Yannis with a presumably spare card, and he had been declared as Anna Lacey.

His skin shivered, but he tamped it down.

"Who's Anna Lacey?" he whispered as they headed into the building.

"One of Yannis' course mates," Daz said vaguely, sending a text. "We'll wait here for him, he's just leaving the labs."

Stefan fidgeted, glancing around the hallway. It was an old building, like something out of a Victorian drama. He half expected to see a professor wander past in the black gown and silly hat.

"Are you going to-do me here?" he breathed.

"Not right here, no."

"But...in this building."

"Yes."

"Anyone could walk in."

"Yes."

Like a switch had been flipped, Stefan was intensely aroused. Hot and damp. He shifted uneasily on his feet, and Daz smirked.