Student-Teacher Relations
Title: Student-Teacher Relations
Author: hopenight
Rating: R
Word Count: 1, 152
Pairing: Winn
Warning: roleplaying, age difference
Summary: Will Schuester, rebel without a clue, has been called into Mister Hudson’s office. Sexytime ensue. (A sequel to Smells Like Teen Spirit)
A/N: A light, fluffy, silly, slightly porny fic for alicebluegown16 who hasn’t been feeling well! And fluff is the ultimate cure all! Hope you enjoy it!
Teacher Finn Hudson sat at his desk grading the latest batch of tests. He delicately nibbled on the edge of the red pen, waiting for his appointment to arrive. Ever since the teacher-student mentor program has been started, Finn tried to make sure that he guided his student the best he could. Though, at times, he proved difficult in many ways.
With a sigh, Finn slowly loosened his tie. It was stuffy in his tiny, windowless office (damn Figgins) and he was feeling way too warm.
“Whoa,” drawled a whisper rough voice, “Need a couple moments alone, Mister H?”
Finn stopped fiddling with his tie as his eyes snapped forward. The smirking face of William Schuester stared back at him. Flashing a smile at his student, Finn gestured for Will to sit.
“Air conditioner is out again, most likely,” said Finn with a shrug, “And it is warm in here.”
“I guess,” said Will as he pushed back a strand of matted, bleach blonde hair with the tips of his fingers showing from his overly large sweater. His gray-green eyes trained intensely on him. Finn looked down at the stack of papers in front of him. Those eyes were too mature for his face.
“You’re still skipping,” said Finn with a sigh, “Will what am I going to do with you?”
Will shrugged and tilted his head at the teacher. His grin was too sharp for Finn’s liking.
“Spank me?”
Finn desperately tried to stop the sharp retort that threatened to fall from his lips. Will enjoyed flirting way too much. Rumors had it that he was slowly making his way through most of the closet cases of the school, and had gotten to second base with many of the girls.
Finn sighed, “Will.”
“Mister H,” said Will with a shrug, “I don’t know what to tell you.”
“When you do bother going to class, you’re grades are fantastic. Will you could have a chance at something.”
“Everyone else thinks I’m a smartass screw-up,” said Will bitterly crossing his arms and kicking his Converse clad feet out in front of him, “Most days I’m inclined to agree with them.”
Finn looked at his student and gave him a small smile, “Will I don’t think you’re a bad kid. Just misguided.”
Will chuckled, flashing the teacher a half-grin, “I’m a rebel without a clue, Mister Hudson.”
There was a silence that stretched between the two, unsure of what to say. Finn tried not to notice how the shadows seemed to fall across Will perfectly. He knew that he shouldn’t have these thoughts about his student, but it was hard not to.
Will stood and walked over to his side of the desk. Leaning in, Will leered and winked at him.
“Perhaps you could give me one, sir.”
Finn flushed at that, remembering he is the teacher he tried to defuse the situation.
“Will, this is very inappropriate.”
“Screw that,” said Will with a grin that lit up his handsome features, “I’ve seen the way you looked at me. I think you’re pretty hot too, sir.”
Finn gulped thickly. He should say something about how inappropriate this was, about how his student shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong on both sides. His heart was pounding as he suddenly had a lap full of six feet and two inches of lean, toned muscle. A soft, pliant mouth was sucking on his bottom lip. And suddenly his brain stopped working as he tangled his fingers into Will’s badly dyed hair.
They pulled apart, panting and staring at each other.
“I should close the door,” purred Will.
“That will be ideal in not y’know getting me fired or lynched by the PTA.”
“Mmmm,” murmured Will as he palmed Finn through his slacks, “Good point, Mister H.”
“Finn,” whispered the teacher.
“Finn,” said Will with that strange little Mona Lisa smile. He stood and closed the door locking it. He walked over to Finn, climbing back into his lap.
Suddenly there were hands everywhere. Shirts were being pulled off. Hair was tugged. There was groping on an almost epic scale. Finn’s fingers tangled in Will’s hair. Will was moaning and nibbling on Finn’s ear. Filthy noises fell from their mouths making a strange symphony of noise. Finn shuddered as Will’s sure fingers rubbed his nipples. Their erections rubbing against each other as Finn bit and sucked on Will’s exposed throat.
“Oh Mister Hudson,” moaned out Will passionately.
(And fuck if Finn wasn’t already hard then that definitely would have done it.)
Finn too wrapped up in pleasure. Eyes rolled back and seeing stars tugged on Will’s hair.
Which came off.
Both participants stared at the wig in Finn’s hands. Heavy breathing was the only thing that echoed through the room. Finn snorted, before slowly breaking down into breathless laughter. Will joined him a couple moments later. Both of them snorted into bare skin, falling back onto Will’s bed. Most of Finn’s teacherly clothes were gone except his shoes and pin-striped slacks. Will was still wearing the ripped jeans (which were well on their way to being pulled off) and the Converses.
“Isn’t there such a thing as wig glue?” asked Finn looking at his older lover.
“Can’t remember,” admitted Will with a smile. His eyes crinkled in the corners, making Finn smile wider.
The two laid on the bed with their hands entwined around each other. Will looked at Finn, who turned to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. They both smiled at each other.
“So I guess this was a bust,” said Will after a couple moments silence.
“Hey,” said Finn with a shrug, “I’m a teenage boy. I have the uncanny ability to get it up whenever I want to. You’re the old man.”
“Whippersnapper,” grouched Will making Finn laugh loudly.
Will climbed on top of his boyfriend’s lap, placing a kiss to his neck. Channeling his inner bad boy, Will leaned in and nibbled on his boyfriend’s ear.
“C’mon Mister Hudson,” purred Will making his younger lover instantly hard, “How about we pick up where we left off?”
“You really should stop teasing me, Will,” said Finn in his best ‘teacherly’ voice, “Otherwise I may have to punish you.”
“I like where this is going.”
“I meant a failing grade.”
“Aw man,” groaned Will good-naturedly, “Is there anything I can do to bring it up?”
Finn captured his lover’s mouth with his own. Pressing their heads together, he said with a smile, “I can think of one or two things."