The Gas Leak - Part 7 - Quinn/Mike
Title: The Gas Leak
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), Puck/Bieste (Ch 4), Sue/Emma (Ch 5), Lauren/Mercedes/Artie (Ch 6), Quinn/Mike (Ch 7), & ohters.
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in what I hope Season 3 to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/8721.html?thread=14264849#t14264849
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 7 - The Bodies in the Library - Quinn/Mike
Library Stacks - 3:55 PM
"How do you alphabetize abbreviations?" Quinn Fabray muttered to herself as she stood before the wall of books. "Is 'Mr.' M-I or M-R?"
She tried to find a way to mark off the two most probable locations and return to this particular book after further clarification, but as she attempted to do that the books of the M shelf started to topple over. She had the choice of either watching the domino fall of the books or dropping the other five books she currently had in her grasp to free up her hands to stop it. Somehow, both those outcomes ended up happening, leaving Quinn with a pile of disorganized books at her feet and a mess on the shelf in front of her.
"Shit" was all she could manage to say. It was just another thing in the long list of things Quinn had allowed to get screwed up in her life. The worst part was that it was almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon and she was still at school … in the library of all places. If things were any more stressful for her she might just start to cry right here.
"What happened here?" came a questioning voice from behind her. It was surprisingly Mike Chang.
Quinn answered, "It's nothing. I have in under control." She said as she dropped to her knees to start picking the books up. She didn't want him to see her cry.
"It doesn't look like it. Here let me help you," he said with a cute smile. He knelt down beside her and began to sift through the pile of books along with her. "I don't usually see you in the Library, Quinn. What's with all the books? Don't get me wrong, a good book beats Wikipedia any day of the week, but you're not the type I thought would be cooped up with books on a Friday afternoon…"
"Are you calling me a ditz?" interrupted Quinn.
"What? No!" defended Mike. "I was just trying to make small talk. Sorry."
Quinn mentally scolded herself for snapping at Mike when all he was trying to do was be nice to her. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed out because I need sources for my Civics paper that's due on Monday. You should know, Mike, you're in that class."
"Oh that … I finished it a week and a half ago" Mike mumbled to himself shyly.
"I should have known. That's … typical."
"Is that an Asian joke?"
"No it's typical that the nice, quiet guy is the one who can play a varsity sport, be a top-notch dancer in Glee club, have an awesome body, and get straight A's in every class, while I get forced into being the bitch and I procrastinate on all my homework and get pregnant." Quinn looked back over to Mike through her now tear-filled eyes and was slightly thankful that her little outburst had not scared him off.
"Quinn, if those things are bothering you that much, you should talk about it with a friend, don't try and keep it bottled up." Mike reached out and touched her shoulder. "I am your friend, Quinn, if you need me to be. I can start by giving you a few hints on that paper if you want."
"Thanks Mike," said Quinn with a smile again. "Let's clean up these books first though."
As they both started to place the books back on the shelf, Quinn realized that after this incident she is pretty sure now every member of the Glee club has seen her cry. She looked over at Mike to jokingly tell him this and possibly break some of the tension, but the words got caught in her throat suddenly. The sight before her was Mike stretching out to put a book away on the topmost shelf so that the bottom of his t-shirt had lifted up and exposed the bottom of his torso. Quinn almost audibly gasped, because she had heard the rumors, but now she knew for a fact that the wonder of Mike Chang's abs was no myth. She felt herself starting to blush and she turned her back to him and set about putting more books away.
Mike noticed her sudden movement, but didn't think much more about it. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was beginning to become harder and harder to concentrate. Something Quinn said was bothering him. He replayed their entire conversation in his head and one thing kept stick out. She definitely had said he had a nice body. He had been complemented before, but it was the way she just said it without thinking somehow made the compliment better.
He looked over at Quinn and was surprised to find her bent over placing a book on the lowest shelf. Now, Mike Chang was not the sort of guy who would stare long at pretty girl's butts, but this one was too hard to ignore. Quinn had a nice butt, and Mike Chang was currently staring at it.
"Are you staring at my ass Mike?"
"Yes," Mike thought perhaps he shouldn't have said that. Yet, Quinn didn't appear to be mad at him. What was going on?
"I'm glad you were, considering it's pretty much the entire reason I bent over in the first place."
"Quinn?"
"Mike, since earlier we established that we are in fact friends, let me inform you that its okay for friends to stare at each others' bodies."
Quinn noticed that something she just said had caused Mike to start smirking. "Each other huh?" Quinn blushed tried to look away. Mike stepped toward her at turned her head back to his face. "You said before that you think I have a good body… Have you been staring at me?"
"Just before I caught you looking at me, I was able to catch a glimpse of your six pack." Quinn reached out and touched that same six pack hidden under a shirt. "It got me thinking certain thoughts." She looked deep into his eyes. "I think I need a friend right now, Mike; a special sort of friend…"
Then both of them leaned in at the same time and brought their lips together in a simple kiss. Following this first kiss, they both pulled back to try and gauge the others reaction and make sense of what had just occurred. And then through an unspoken agreement they kissed again, this time with more urgency and hunger.
Quinn's first priority was to get her hands on those magic abs she had admired from afar. Without breaking contact from Mike's lips, she brought her fingertips over to toy with the taught muscles and began to push the material of Mike's shirt out of the way. Mike understood immediately what Quinn's intentions were and briefly broke their kiss to take his shirt off completely.
Quinn's jaw dropped at the sight. Mike didn't give her much more time to admire his body before he was pushing the knitted fabric of Quinn's cardigan of her shoulders. Quinn assisted in the disrobing by unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse and soon both were on the floor to match Mike's shirt.
Soon they were kissing again, and this time lips found there way to other parts on each other's body. Mike kissed his way down Quinn's neck, and this was something she thoroughly enjoyed as she felt the arousal burning within her.
Next Quinn leapt up into Mike's strong arms and wrapped her legs around his torso. He backed into the bookshelf to help maintain his balance, and this caused some books to fall over ruining a lot of the work they had just put in to that, but at this point they didn't care about that anymore.
As more articles of clothing found there way to the floor, Quinn took notice of the ruckus they had caused and teasingly whispered in Mike's ear, "Shhhh! We're in a Library. We have to be quiet."
"Oh yea," he responded. Quinn giggled and nodded. "Well, I wasn't the one moaning before." And he playfully slapped her ass as they moved unto the floor.
As they kissed and groped some more, it seemed like they had decided to make a game out of where they were. As Mike removed Quinn's bra and began sucking on her nipples, she let lose a breathy moan and was playfully punished with a pinch and a wag of Mike's finger. Quinn got her revenge when Mike grunted after she palmed his erection through his boxers causing her to remove her hand and shush him. Neither want to be the one to make the most noise, but they were both trying ever desperately to tease the other into moaning or screaming. It wasn't clear if anyone was really winning since both were failing miserably at trying to remain quiet. They just couldn't help reacting to the overwhelming amounts of pleasure coursing through them at this encounter.
As Mike slid Quinn's panties down her thighs, Quinn conceded a few more decibels in moans and also happened to inform Mike of her status on the pill. She took no chances since her pregnancy two years ago and she was lucky she didn't since she was know dripping wet and aching for his cock. As Mike slowly eased himself into her, Quinn covered her face with her hands to stop herself from crying out or swearing.
Mike enjoyed the way Quinn's insides felt around his powerfully hard dick. He eased in and out of her and found a rhythm they were both comfortable with. As he did this though he could help but vocalize his efforts. Quinn saw this as her opportunity to take the lead and she rolled them both so that she was on top. As she rode him now she had his mouth covered with her hand. Her other hand was busy rubbing at her own clit bringing herself closer to the edge. When she felt her orgasm approaching, she leant forward and rather than scream in pleasure he bit down on Mike's muscular pectoral before collapsing completely.
Mike wasn't finished yet, he still had more stamina and Quinn was in no position to protest at this point so put a plan into motion. He sat up and located Quinn's panties that he had discarded earlier. Then looking back over to Quinn, he briefly kissed her to get bring her back to full attention, and said, "I think we're still being too loud. We'll have to take further precautions." Quinn saw her own panties clutched in Mike's hand, and knew immediately what he had in mind. She took them out of his hand forced them into her own mouth. Now that she was gagged he could be as rough with her as he wanted.
Mike took his position behind Quinn and lifted her onto all fours. As soon as Quinn nodded to let him know she was ready, he started pounding into her from behind. She could take much more of him in this new position, and she loved it. The combined feelings of her earlier orgasm and this new fullness she was experiencing caused her to scream out in muffled groans of pleasure. Mike even reached forward to massage Quinn's breasts some, making this even more pleasurable for her.
After several more powerful thrusts Quinn felt her stomach clench signifying her second orgasm, and the feeling of Quinn spasming around him pushed Mike over the edge and he unloaded himself completely into her.
Flopping down onto the floor, the two were incredibly exhausted. As Mike rolled over and slung his arm around Quinn's body, she reached up and removed the panties from her mouth. Rather then put them back on, she placed them in Mike's hand, and just before they drifted off to sleep, she whispered quietly, "save these for next time."
…
Brittany and Santana paced back and forth outside the boiler room, occasionally bumping into each other and turning it into a hug. "How long has he been in there?" asked Brittany.
"Almost ten minutes," said Santana with a bit too much unease in her voice for Brittany's liking.
"What if he's passed out? Or dead?"
"Then we take his car and go to Mexico as fugitives."
"I nice to hear you have so much confidence in my Satan." It was Kurt emerging from the Boiler Room drenched in sweat and grease. "It's done." Brittany ran over to Kurt and hugged him, and much to his surprise, so did Santana.
"Well what now?" Brittany asked looking back and forth between her girlfriend and her recent savior.
"Stop the leak, so that's fine now. I also was able to get the vents working again so that gas should just get vented out eventually. Everything will go back to normal soon."
"Pause Captain Neckerchief, what do you mean 'eventually?' When are people gonna stop being affected by the gas."
"I don't know. But I don't think we should stick around and find out."
TO BE CONTINUED
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), Puck/Bieste (Ch 4), Sue/Emma (Ch 5), Lauren/Mercedes/Artie (Ch 6), Quinn/Mike (Ch 7), & ohters.
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in what I hope Season 3 to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/8721.html?thread=14264849#t14264849
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 7 - The Bodies in the Library - Quinn/Mike
Library Stacks - 3:55 PM
"How do you alphabetize abbreviations?" Quinn Fabray muttered to herself as she stood before the wall of books. "Is 'Mr.' M-I or M-R?"
She tried to find a way to mark off the two most probable locations and return to this particular book after further clarification, but as she attempted to do that the books of the M shelf started to topple over. She had the choice of either watching the domino fall of the books or dropping the other five books she currently had in her grasp to free up her hands to stop it. Somehow, both those outcomes ended up happening, leaving Quinn with a pile of disorganized books at her feet and a mess on the shelf in front of her.
"Shit" was all she could manage to say. It was just another thing in the long list of things Quinn had allowed to get screwed up in her life. The worst part was that it was almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon and she was still at school … in the library of all places. If things were any more stressful for her she might just start to cry right here.
"What happened here?" came a questioning voice from behind her. It was surprisingly Mike Chang.
Quinn answered, "It's nothing. I have in under control." She said as she dropped to her knees to start picking the books up. She didn't want him to see her cry.
"It doesn't look like it. Here let me help you," he said with a cute smile. He knelt down beside her and began to sift through the pile of books along with her. "I don't usually see you in the Library, Quinn. What's with all the books? Don't get me wrong, a good book beats Wikipedia any day of the week, but you're not the type I thought would be cooped up with books on a Friday afternoon…"
"Are you calling me a ditz?" interrupted Quinn.
"What? No!" defended Mike. "I was just trying to make small talk. Sorry."
Quinn mentally scolded herself for snapping at Mike when all he was trying to do was be nice to her. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed out because I need sources for my Civics paper that's due on Monday. You should know, Mike, you're in that class."
"Oh that … I finished it a week and a half ago" Mike mumbled to himself shyly.
"I should have known. That's … typical."
"Is that an Asian joke?"
"No it's typical that the nice, quiet guy is the one who can play a varsity sport, be a top-notch dancer in Glee club, have an awesome body, and get straight A's in every class, while I get forced into being the bitch and I procrastinate on all my homework and get pregnant." Quinn looked back over to Mike through her now tear-filled eyes and was slightly thankful that her little outburst had not scared him off.
"Quinn, if those things are bothering you that much, you should talk about it with a friend, don't try and keep it bottled up." Mike reached out and touched her shoulder. "I am your friend, Quinn, if you need me to be. I can start by giving you a few hints on that paper if you want."
"Thanks Mike," said Quinn with a smile again. "Let's clean up these books first though."
As they both started to place the books back on the shelf, Quinn realized that after this incident she is pretty sure now every member of the Glee club has seen her cry. She looked over at Mike to jokingly tell him this and possibly break some of the tension, but the words got caught in her throat suddenly. The sight before her was Mike stretching out to put a book away on the topmost shelf so that the bottom of his t-shirt had lifted up and exposed the bottom of his torso. Quinn almost audibly gasped, because she had heard the rumors, but now she knew for a fact that the wonder of Mike Chang's abs was no myth. She felt herself starting to blush and she turned her back to him and set about putting more books away.
Mike noticed her sudden movement, but didn't think much more about it. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was beginning to become harder and harder to concentrate. Something Quinn said was bothering him. He replayed their entire conversation in his head and one thing kept stick out. She definitely had said he had a nice body. He had been complemented before, but it was the way she just said it without thinking somehow made the compliment better.
He looked over at Quinn and was surprised to find her bent over placing a book on the lowest shelf. Now, Mike Chang was not the sort of guy who would stare long at pretty girl's butts, but this one was too hard to ignore. Quinn had a nice butt, and Mike Chang was currently staring at it.
"Are you staring at my ass Mike?"
"Yes," Mike thought perhaps he shouldn't have said that. Yet, Quinn didn't appear to be mad at him. What was going on?
"I'm glad you were, considering it's pretty much the entire reason I bent over in the first place."
"Quinn?"
"Mike, since earlier we established that we are in fact friends, let me inform you that its okay for friends to stare at each others' bodies."
Quinn noticed that something she just said had caused Mike to start smirking. "Each other huh?" Quinn blushed tried to look away. Mike stepped toward her at turned her head back to his face. "You said before that you think I have a good body… Have you been staring at me?"
"Just before I caught you looking at me, I was able to catch a glimpse of your six pack." Quinn reached out and touched that same six pack hidden under a shirt. "It got me thinking certain thoughts." She looked deep into his eyes. "I think I need a friend right now, Mike; a special sort of friend…"
Then both of them leaned in at the same time and brought their lips together in a simple kiss. Following this first kiss, they both pulled back to try and gauge the others reaction and make sense of what had just occurred. And then through an unspoken agreement they kissed again, this time with more urgency and hunger.
Quinn's first priority was to get her hands on those magic abs she had admired from afar. Without breaking contact from Mike's lips, she brought her fingertips over to toy with the taught muscles and began to push the material of Mike's shirt out of the way. Mike understood immediately what Quinn's intentions were and briefly broke their kiss to take his shirt off completely.
Quinn's jaw dropped at the sight. Mike didn't give her much more time to admire his body before he was pushing the knitted fabric of Quinn's cardigan of her shoulders. Quinn assisted in the disrobing by unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse and soon both were on the floor to match Mike's shirt.
Soon they were kissing again, and this time lips found there way to other parts on each other's body. Mike kissed his way down Quinn's neck, and this was something she thoroughly enjoyed as she felt the arousal burning within her.
Next Quinn leapt up into Mike's strong arms and wrapped her legs around his torso. He backed into the bookshelf to help maintain his balance, and this caused some books to fall over ruining a lot of the work they had just put in to that, but at this point they didn't care about that anymore.
As more articles of clothing found there way to the floor, Quinn took notice of the ruckus they had caused and teasingly whispered in Mike's ear, "Shhhh! We're in a Library. We have to be quiet."
"Oh yea," he responded. Quinn giggled and nodded. "Well, I wasn't the one moaning before." And he playfully slapped her ass as they moved unto the floor.
As they kissed and groped some more, it seemed like they had decided to make a game out of where they were. As Mike removed Quinn's bra and began sucking on her nipples, she let lose a breathy moan and was playfully punished with a pinch and a wag of Mike's finger. Quinn got her revenge when Mike grunted after she palmed his erection through his boxers causing her to remove her hand and shush him. Neither want to be the one to make the most noise, but they were both trying ever desperately to tease the other into moaning or screaming. It wasn't clear if anyone was really winning since both were failing miserably at trying to remain quiet. They just couldn't help reacting to the overwhelming amounts of pleasure coursing through them at this encounter.
As Mike slid Quinn's panties down her thighs, Quinn conceded a few more decibels in moans and also happened to inform Mike of her status on the pill. She took no chances since her pregnancy two years ago and she was lucky she didn't since she was know dripping wet and aching for his cock. As Mike slowly eased himself into her, Quinn covered her face with her hands to stop herself from crying out or swearing.
Mike enjoyed the way Quinn's insides felt around his powerfully hard dick. He eased in and out of her and found a rhythm they were both comfortable with. As he did this though he could help but vocalize his efforts. Quinn saw this as her opportunity to take the lead and she rolled them both so that she was on top. As she rode him now she had his mouth covered with her hand. Her other hand was busy rubbing at her own clit bringing herself closer to the edge. When she felt her orgasm approaching, she leant forward and rather than scream in pleasure he bit down on Mike's muscular pectoral before collapsing completely.
Mike wasn't finished yet, he still had more stamina and Quinn was in no position to protest at this point so put a plan into motion. He sat up and located Quinn's panties that he had discarded earlier. Then looking back over to Quinn, he briefly kissed her to get bring her back to full attention, and said, "I think we're still being too loud. We'll have to take further precautions." Quinn saw her own panties clutched in Mike's hand, and knew immediately what he had in mind. She took them out of his hand forced them into her own mouth. Now that she was gagged he could be as rough with her as he wanted.
Mike took his position behind Quinn and lifted her onto all fours. As soon as Quinn nodded to let him know she was ready, he started pounding into her from behind. She could take much more of him in this new position, and she loved it. The combined feelings of her earlier orgasm and this new fullness she was experiencing caused her to scream out in muffled groans of pleasure. Mike even reached forward to massage Quinn's breasts some, making this even more pleasurable for her.
After several more powerful thrusts Quinn felt her stomach clench signifying her second orgasm, and the feeling of Quinn spasming around him pushed Mike over the edge and he unloaded himself completely into her.
Flopping down onto the floor, the two were incredibly exhausted. As Mike rolled over and slung his arm around Quinn's body, she reached up and removed the panties from her mouth. Rather then put them back on, she placed them in Mike's hand, and just before they drifted off to sleep, she whispered quietly, "save these for next time."
…
Brittany and Santana paced back and forth outside the boiler room, occasionally bumping into each other and turning it into a hug. "How long has he been in there?" asked Brittany.
"Almost ten minutes," said Santana with a bit too much unease in her voice for Brittany's liking.
"What if he's passed out? Or dead?"
"Then we take his car and go to Mexico as fugitives."
"I nice to hear you have so much confidence in my Satan." It was Kurt emerging from the Boiler Room drenched in sweat and grease. "It's done." Brittany ran over to Kurt and hugged him, and much to his surprise, so did Santana.
"Well what now?" Brittany asked looking back and forth between her girlfriend and her recent savior.
"Stop the leak, so that's fine now. I also was able to get the vents working again so that gas should just get vented out eventually. Everything will go back to normal soon."
"Pause Captain Neckerchief, what do you mean 'eventually?' When are people gonna stop being affected by the gas."
"I don't know. But I don't think we should stick around and find out."
TO BE CONTINUED