Law and Order and Kurt and Will (Kurt/Will)
Title: Law and Order and Kurt and Will
Author: Castiel at the Disco
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Will
Genre: Smut, Non-established
Warnings: Teacher/Student, but no actual hooking up occurs.
Spoilers: Season 1 Episode 18 Laryngitis
Disclaimer: A collection of people own Glee and its characters; I own nothing. I write for fun to explore the characters and enjoy unexplored possibilities with other fans.
Author Notes: Kind of outing myself to post this thing I threw together earlier, but since some anonymous people liked it I might as well put it up where those who are interested can find it. X-posted to gleeslash.
Summary: While Will is interrogating Kurt about the glist, there’s more going on in his head than he shows.
Word Count: 778
Will smacked his hand on the desk and immediately regretted it, the pain shooting up his arm making him a bit more aggressive than he intended to be, “Look, I know you know something, so I’m not leaving here until we get some answers!”
Kurt just sat there looking at him, eyebrow raised in a way Will had never seen it raised before. There was something almost…sexual about it. Oh hell, when had he started thinking of eyebrows as something sexual? Lips, yes, but eyebrows? Kurt's lips and sexual thoughts made sense. The way they were pursed together, pushing out and looking so plump and…this was not what he should be thinking.
Kurt sucked in a sharp breath that got Will’s pulse raising. God, Kurt looked aroused, Will knew it couldn’t just be him. Sexual tension had been floating in the office since Kurt walked in.
His pants were as tight as usual, but they were white today and Will had never been more grateful to see somebody cross their legs. If Kurt had stayed sitting the way he was when he first settled down in Will’s office, Will wouldn’t have been able to keep his eyes where they needed to be-where they were supposed to be when he was talking to a student. He couldn’t help himself those first few seconds though; Kurt’s pants were cut for a woman and they were barely containing him in the front. It wasn’t so bad when he was standing up because that red sweater he had on was practically a dress and kept things covered. But when he sat down-
“Mr. Schuester, may I be blunt?” Kurt had one arm elegantly raised and the other resting against the arm of the chair, as if sitting on a throne. He was the king and Will’s office was his castle and Will was a lowly servant sent to service his master-
Will took a deep breath and pushed himself backward, away from the piece of temptation sitting in front of him wrapped in a fuzzy red package.
“Shoot,” Will gestured for Kurt to speak, the tiniest part of him wondering if the boy was about to ‘be blunt’ by telling him that he knew Will wanted to tear his pants off with his teeth.
“Ever since you’ve separated from your wife,” Kurt leaned forward and Will held his expression steady, letting himself hope that Kurt was making the first move. Kurt knew, he had to know. He’d seen the way Will looked at him when he sat down, knew Will was lonely, needed something, felt he’d missed out on so much by marrying his high school girlfriend. Kurt needed something too, needed Will to peel those pants off of him, lay him down on top of his desk, and do things inside of him that no high school boy ever could. “You’ve spent a lot of late nights watching Law & Order, haven’t you?”
Unsure where this was going, Will just leaned against the wall of his office, not trusting himself to even answer Kurt’s question, scared that if he spoke he’d say what he really spent his late nights doing, Kurt’s face flashing through his mind. He’d imagined scenarios quite like this one: summoning Kurt to his office, exercising his power and pull, to hell with what’s best for the students, and watching Kurt earn a solo by singing a song on Will's dick.
But Kurt in reality didn't look like he'd nod nervously and drop to his knees, desperate for a chance in the spotlight, or lick his lips and look up with shining blue eyes, asking Will to show him what it was like to be amazingly fucked. Kurt in reality was not so easy.
“Hmm,” Kurt’s smile was already blatantly false, but even more so when his lips curled down into a contemptuous frown. “Thought so.”
Will couldn’t stop himself from watching Kurt’s tongue flick out on the word ‘thought’.
“And, no, I didn’t make the…glist,” Kurt added as an after-thought, clearly needing to remind himself why Will called him in as well. Will allowed himself to imagine that Kurt had been as caught in a fantasy as he was, forgetting the pretext for his presence.
Kurt knew that Will was desperate, but Kurt would never admit that he was desperate himself. He would make Will ask for what he wanted, make him take that step that he could never come back from.
“Huh,” Will sighed, “Right.” He huffed out a deep breath; he couldn’t do it, not yet, and he condemned himself to another evening of sliding his hand into his pants and imagining Kurt Hummel.
Author: Castiel at the Disco
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Will
Genre: Smut, Non-established
Warnings: Teacher/Student, but no actual hooking up occurs.
Spoilers: Season 1 Episode 18 Laryngitis
Disclaimer: A collection of people own Glee and its characters; I own nothing. I write for fun to explore the characters and enjoy unexplored possibilities with other fans.
Author Notes: Kind of outing myself to post this thing I threw together earlier, but since some anonymous people liked it I might as well put it up where those who are interested can find it. X-posted to gleeslash.
Summary: While Will is interrogating Kurt about the glist, there’s more going on in his head than he shows.
Word Count: 778
Will smacked his hand on the desk and immediately regretted it, the pain shooting up his arm making him a bit more aggressive than he intended to be, “Look, I know you know something, so I’m not leaving here until we get some answers!”
Kurt just sat there looking at him, eyebrow raised in a way Will had never seen it raised before. There was something almost…sexual about it. Oh hell, when had he started thinking of eyebrows as something sexual? Lips, yes, but eyebrows? Kurt's lips and sexual thoughts made sense. The way they were pursed together, pushing out and looking so plump and…this was not what he should be thinking.
Kurt sucked in a sharp breath that got Will’s pulse raising. God, Kurt looked aroused, Will knew it couldn’t just be him. Sexual tension had been floating in the office since Kurt walked in.
His pants were as tight as usual, but they were white today and Will had never been more grateful to see somebody cross their legs. If Kurt had stayed sitting the way he was when he first settled down in Will’s office, Will wouldn’t have been able to keep his eyes where they needed to be-where they were supposed to be when he was talking to a student. He couldn’t help himself those first few seconds though; Kurt’s pants were cut for a woman and they were barely containing him in the front. It wasn’t so bad when he was standing up because that red sweater he had on was practically a dress and kept things covered. But when he sat down-
“Mr. Schuester, may I be blunt?” Kurt had one arm elegantly raised and the other resting against the arm of the chair, as if sitting on a throne. He was the king and Will’s office was his castle and Will was a lowly servant sent to service his master-
Will took a deep breath and pushed himself backward, away from the piece of temptation sitting in front of him wrapped in a fuzzy red package.
“Shoot,” Will gestured for Kurt to speak, the tiniest part of him wondering if the boy was about to ‘be blunt’ by telling him that he knew Will wanted to tear his pants off with his teeth.
“Ever since you’ve separated from your wife,” Kurt leaned forward and Will held his expression steady, letting himself hope that Kurt was making the first move. Kurt knew, he had to know. He’d seen the way Will looked at him when he sat down, knew Will was lonely, needed something, felt he’d missed out on so much by marrying his high school girlfriend. Kurt needed something too, needed Will to peel those pants off of him, lay him down on top of his desk, and do things inside of him that no high school boy ever could. “You’ve spent a lot of late nights watching Law & Order, haven’t you?”
Unsure where this was going, Will just leaned against the wall of his office, not trusting himself to even answer Kurt’s question, scared that if he spoke he’d say what he really spent his late nights doing, Kurt’s face flashing through his mind. He’d imagined scenarios quite like this one: summoning Kurt to his office, exercising his power and pull, to hell with what’s best for the students, and watching Kurt earn a solo by singing a song on Will's dick.
But Kurt in reality didn't look like he'd nod nervously and drop to his knees, desperate for a chance in the spotlight, or lick his lips and look up with shining blue eyes, asking Will to show him what it was like to be amazingly fucked. Kurt in reality was not so easy.
“Hmm,” Kurt’s smile was already blatantly false, but even more so when his lips curled down into a contemptuous frown. “Thought so.”
Will couldn’t stop himself from watching Kurt’s tongue flick out on the word ‘thought’.
“And, no, I didn’t make the…glist,” Kurt added as an after-thought, clearly needing to remind himself why Will called him in as well. Will allowed himself to imagine that Kurt had been as caught in a fantasy as he was, forgetting the pretext for his presence.
Kurt knew that Will was desperate, but Kurt would never admit that he was desperate himself. He would make Will ask for what he wanted, make him take that step that he could never come back from.
“Huh,” Will sighed, “Right.” He huffed out a deep breath; he couldn’t do it, not yet, and he condemned himself to another evening of sliding his hand into his pants and imagining Kurt Hummel.