Disclaimer: Not Mine
written for: open_on_sunday
Prompt: Alanis Morissette (Album title: Under Rug Swept)
Word count: 100
If you'd asked him yesterday to name the place he'd least expect to find himself -- well, in bed with Harris would've led the list.
Even more unexpected: it had been bloody brilliant.
So he feels a right prat, sneaking off on the boy, but he'll do what it takes to avoid the Look. The Look that says he's a stain on the bedsheets, the nasty evidence of a monstrous mistake. Thanks ever so, mate, but I'd best wash that out, before it sets.
But when Harris says wait, the look on his face -- it isn't the Look. Not at all.