Flint hates Wood. He dreams about him every night, flying dreams with sticky awakenings. When he sees Wood in the halls, he walks into him or gives him a shove. Wood doesn't push back, he just looks at Flint before he walks away. Flint watches down the hall until he's gone.
One day there's no one else around. Flint pushes Wood and before he knows what's happening, he's slammed against the wall, Wood's hands curled in the front of his robe.
Flint is going to smile but then Wood is kissing him and Flint's mouth is open. Flint has a sore place on his palate and it hurts when Wood's tongue touches it. Wood's hands are inside Flint's robes now, on the front of his trousers, and Flint can't seem to stop him, can't stop himself getting hard, arching his hips.
Something drops through Flint, hot and heavy like molten lead, and he can't stop that either. When Wood walks away, Flint slides to the ground. He's sticky.
Next time Flint sees Wood in the halls, Wood gives him a shove before he walks away.