Jecht had never understood why women expected him to change after they slept with him. [Written for Ironman7's smutfic week.]
Hey, he got points for consistency, right?
So he was kinda surprised when he woke up (after a night that Jecht had to admit hadn't been as bad as he'd expected - well, he hadn't expected it, but that wasn't the point. The point was he'd wound up with stiff, prissy, disapproving Auron sprawled out on the blankets beneath him while Jecht figured out that sucking cock wasn't as easy or bad as he thought) and thought that Auron might be different now he'd finally got laid.
Auron was up all ready though, fully dressed and looking... Well, if you ignored the hickey high on his throat where nothing could hide it - and that had been completely deliberate; if Auron was going to kill him for marking him up, then Jecht was going to leave em all somewhere obvious - then Auron looked like nothing had happened at all. Still looked like a grumpy bastard.
"Get dressed. We were supposed to leave at dawn."
Yeah, Auron changing because of something as simple as getting laid was too much to hope for.