The Soloists : A Glee Fic
Title: The Soloists
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Jesse/Rachel
Rating: R
Word Count: 1008
Summary: Jesse and Rachel haven't come into direct contact with each other since Regionals, in the mean time they masturbate to each others' work. Eventually they'll see each other again.
Author's Note: Written for this prompt at the glee_kink_meme.
Jesse returns to his frat house after his last class for the day, it’s autumn and the wind is blowing harshly across the campus. He takes the concrete steps that lead to the front porch of the Theta Alpha Phi house two at a time when a limp, wet leaf is blown onto the right side of his face with it’s sinewy stem prodding far into his right nostril.
He turns his head and grips the leaf by its stem to peel it off his rosy cheek and in doing so he catches sight of a girl not so far down the street wearing a fitted, bold red, knit sweater with her perfect long, dark hair whipping around, covering her face in a mess of silky strands. His breath hitches in his throat as his foot stumbles on the next step, he’s in awe, he can’t believe she’s here: in California, at his school, on his street. It’s too good to be true!
And it really is too good to be true because he discovers that it isn’t actually true at all as the girl pulls her hair to one side and twists it loosely over her shoulder. It wasn’t that perfect anyway.
“Hey man, this is like hurricane weather! Are you gonna get your bony ass in the house or keep ogling all the pretty sorority girls?” Nick shouts at Jesse from the porch as he sits on the top step with a loud creak.
“She isn’t pretty.” Jesse shouts back over whistling of wind and the rustling of leaves.
“What do you mean she isn’t pretty? Dude, she’s playing Eileen Sherwood in Wonderful Town this semester and they don’t give that role to girls that are not, at least by some standard, ‘pretty’...” he stresses the first syllable and bends his middle and pointer fingers up and down in mirror images of each other, a gesture meant to signal quotes, “...and excuse my colloquialism, pretty fuckable.”
“She isn’t pretty,” Jesse reiterates as he walks past Nick.
“Wow, okay dude, what’s with you today?”
“I’m just tired, I think I’m going to turn in early tonight.” “But it’s Thirsty Thursday, all the guys are going out tonight! They’re going to kick you out if you don’t come, or worse, make you play the Tin Man in next year’s charity TAP production of Wizard of Oz, and you know that silver paint shit takes days to wash off! Lance Murphy was walking around like a fuckin’ skinned Terminator for eight days and then...”
Jesse steps through the wooden doorframe into the frat house closing the thick oak door behind him. He walks past several of his brothers on the stairs and in the hall, muttering polite “Hellos” before he reaches the door to his room.
He grips the doorknob with his right hand and twists it to the side with an excessive force before rushing into the room and slamming the door shut behind him. Jesse can hear someone from down the hall yelling at him about the noise and he makes a mental note to apologize later.
He loosens his tie and pulls his laptop out of his bag setting it on his desk before opening it and pressing the power button near the top of the keyboard. He takes a seat in front of the computer in his rigid desk chair and once the screen lights up he uses the trackpad to open up his web browser. He lets his fingers linger lightly over the keys before using them to type out her name, Rachel Berry, he clicks the first link that appears and is led to her Myspace page. She hasn’t logged in for a couple of months, but still his arrow roams over the page before clicking a link that brings him to a new page filled with all those silly videos she used to upload of her singing in her room. He finds one where she’s singing “On My Own” in a pink long-sleeved button up that’s just a little see-through.
He double-clicks the purple button on the video player that makes it fill his entire screen and undoes his belt before untucking his shirt from its place inside his jeans. He pulls the metallic button from it’s hole and yanks his zipper down. For a second he thinks this isn’t such a good idea, how old is she in this video? It’s a fleeting thought as he feels his dick getting harder beneath the thin material of his boxers, and it’s completely forgotten as his hand travels progressively quicker over his length.
Jesse’s almost there when the video stops and his fingers quickly fumble around to click the replay button. It starts over again and he makes up for lost time as he listens to her voice hitting all the right notes before he feels his balls tighten and he lets his head fall back, coming just as his roommate walks through the door.
Rachel’s voice still fills the room as Jesse hurriedly pulls his pants up around his waist and his roommate laughs while turning on his heel to face the opposite wall.
“I-I was just...” realizing an extra voice in the room Jesse slams his laptop shut, “I was just...”
“Man, I know what you were doing! Jesus Christ, just lock the door next time, save us all some trouble. And what the fuck were you thinking jacking off to a little girl? I don’t care what her voice sounds like!”
Jesse rushes to the bathroom, his confidence slipping away, he’s never been so embarrassed in all his life. He thinks maybe he should put his showface on, go back, and explain to Luke that she isn’t a little girl, it’s just an old video, that he knows her and that once upon a time he thought he might even love her, but he’s not sure on the technicalities of his being labeled a sexual predator. Also, he rather never have the situation brought up again.
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Jesse/Rachel
Rating: R
Word Count: 1008
Summary: Jesse and Rachel haven't come into direct contact with each other since Regionals, in the mean time they masturbate to each others' work. Eventually they'll see each other again.
Author's Note: Written for this prompt at the glee_kink_meme.
Jesse returns to his frat house after his last class for the day, it’s autumn and the wind is blowing harshly across the campus. He takes the concrete steps that lead to the front porch of the Theta Alpha Phi house two at a time when a limp, wet leaf is blown onto the right side of his face with it’s sinewy stem prodding far into his right nostril.
He turns his head and grips the leaf by its stem to peel it off his rosy cheek and in doing so he catches sight of a girl not so far down the street wearing a fitted, bold red, knit sweater with her perfect long, dark hair whipping around, covering her face in a mess of silky strands. His breath hitches in his throat as his foot stumbles on the next step, he’s in awe, he can’t believe she’s here: in California, at his school, on his street. It’s too good to be true!
And it really is too good to be true because he discovers that it isn’t actually true at all as the girl pulls her hair to one side and twists it loosely over her shoulder. It wasn’t that perfect anyway.
“Hey man, this is like hurricane weather! Are you gonna get your bony ass in the house or keep ogling all the pretty sorority girls?” Nick shouts at Jesse from the porch as he sits on the top step with a loud creak.
“She isn’t pretty.” Jesse shouts back over whistling of wind and the rustling of leaves.
“What do you mean she isn’t pretty? Dude, she’s playing Eileen Sherwood in Wonderful Town this semester and they don’t give that role to girls that are not, at least by some standard, ‘pretty’...” he stresses the first syllable and bends his middle and pointer fingers up and down in mirror images of each other, a gesture meant to signal quotes, “...and excuse my colloquialism, pretty fuckable.”
“She isn’t pretty,” Jesse reiterates as he walks past Nick.
“Wow, okay dude, what’s with you today?”
“I’m just tired, I think I’m going to turn in early tonight.” “But it’s Thirsty Thursday, all the guys are going out tonight! They’re going to kick you out if you don’t come, or worse, make you play the Tin Man in next year’s charity TAP production of Wizard of Oz, and you know that silver paint shit takes days to wash off! Lance Murphy was walking around like a fuckin’ skinned Terminator for eight days and then...”
Jesse steps through the wooden doorframe into the frat house closing the thick oak door behind him. He walks past several of his brothers on the stairs and in the hall, muttering polite “Hellos” before he reaches the door to his room.
He grips the doorknob with his right hand and twists it to the side with an excessive force before rushing into the room and slamming the door shut behind him. Jesse can hear someone from down the hall yelling at him about the noise and he makes a mental note to apologize later.
He loosens his tie and pulls his laptop out of his bag setting it on his desk before opening it and pressing the power button near the top of the keyboard. He takes a seat in front of the computer in his rigid desk chair and once the screen lights up he uses the trackpad to open up his web browser. He lets his fingers linger lightly over the keys before using them to type out her name, Rachel Berry, he clicks the first link that appears and is led to her Myspace page. She hasn’t logged in for a couple of months, but still his arrow roams over the page before clicking a link that brings him to a new page filled with all those silly videos she used to upload of her singing in her room. He finds one where she’s singing “On My Own” in a pink long-sleeved button up that’s just a little see-through.
He double-clicks the purple button on the video player that makes it fill his entire screen and undoes his belt before untucking his shirt from its place inside his jeans. He pulls the metallic button from it’s hole and yanks his zipper down. For a second he thinks this isn’t such a good idea, how old is she in this video? It’s a fleeting thought as he feels his dick getting harder beneath the thin material of his boxers, and it’s completely forgotten as his hand travels progressively quicker over his length.
Jesse’s almost there when the video stops and his fingers quickly fumble around to click the replay button. It starts over again and he makes up for lost time as he listens to her voice hitting all the right notes before he feels his balls tighten and he lets his head fall back, coming just as his roommate walks through the door.
Rachel’s voice still fills the room as Jesse hurriedly pulls his pants up around his waist and his roommate laughs while turning on his heel to face the opposite wall.
“I-I was just...” realizing an extra voice in the room Jesse slams his laptop shut, “I was just...”
“Man, I know what you were doing! Jesus Christ, just lock the door next time, save us all some trouble. And what the fuck were you thinking jacking off to a little girl? I don’t care what her voice sounds like!”
Jesse rushes to the bathroom, his confidence slipping away, he’s never been so embarrassed in all his life. He thinks maybe he should put his showface on, go back, and explain to Luke that she isn’t a little girl, it’s just an old video, that he knows her and that once upon a time he thought he might even love her, but he’s not sure on the technicalities of his being labeled a sexual predator. Also, he rather never have the situation brought up again.