'Looks Like Willy's Got A Soulmate' [Jesse/Willy] (PLEASE DO NOT FREAK OUT)
Title: Looks Like Willy's Got A Soulmate
Author: that_1_incident
Rating: R
Warnings: Minor bestiality. Sort of. Also underage, because Jesse is, um. Twelve.
Pairing: Jesse/Willy
Word Count: ~1,000
Summary: It’s not the first time he’s sneaked out to the amusement park after dark. There’s a ledge beneath the window of the room Jesse stays in at Annie and Glenn’s house (they call it “his” room but it’s not; he doesn’t belong anywhere anymore) and it’s laughably easy to jump down onto. They haven’t caught him yet and he’s been doing this for a while.
Disclaimer: ...I am not serious about this. It was sort of a dare.
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It’s not the first time he’s sneaked out to the amusement park after dark. There’s a ledge beneath the window of the room Jesse stays in at Annie and Glenn’s house (they call it “his” room but it’s not; he doesn’t belong anywhere anymore) and it’s laughably easy to jump down onto. They haven’t caught him yet and he’s been doing this for a while.
He scales the chain link fence at the perimeter of the aquarium and thuds heavily down on the other side. From there it’s just a short walk to Willy’s tank. The whale must sense him or something because he can hear Willy’s impatient expulsions of air long before he sees anything, but he can picture the scene perfectly: a jet of fine mist rising suddenly from Willy’s blowhole as the animal smirks and roils beneath the water’s surface.
Jesse lets himself into the enclosure, kicking off his sneakers before going to sit on the side of the tank, dangling his legs into the water. By now the surface is almost still again, sporadic ripples being the only trace of the enormous creature beneath. Jesse slips his hand into the water and wiggles his fingers back and forth.
“Hey, boy,” he calls out softly, voice sounding astonishingly raucous in the quiet night air. The water slaps against the edge of the tank but there’s no sign of its resident. “C’mon, Willy, I don’t have all night.”
He hears a keening sound from somewhere below him followed by a noise he likes to think of as the whale’s chuckle and there Willy is, head bursting through the water. Jesse gets soaked but he doesn’t mind.
“Heyyyy,” he says, half laughing. “It’s good to see you too.”
Willy opens his mouth and makes happy clicking noises when Jesse leans an arm inside to rub his tongue. The whale would be quite happy for him to do that forever but the boy has other ideas. After a couple of minutes he stops, offers a perfunctory kiss to the Willy’s shiny black nose, and pulls off his hoody and sweatpants. He’s wearing swimming trunks underneath and shivers at the shock of cold air against his skin before slipping almost soundlessly into the water. He paddles over to Willy’s back and clambers onto it.
“Alright, boy,” he whispers after he’s got himself balanced. He’s straddling the whale’s back, palms pressed firmly against the inky black skin. “Do your stuff.”
Willy chuckles again and takes off across the tank so suddenly that Jesse almost topples off. He presses himself against his best friend’s body and holds on tight, laughing when Willy deviates his route from side to side, holding his breath when they go under. He resurfaces dripping, gasping for air and breathlessly giggling like the child he still technically is but hasn’t felt like for so long. Willy murmurs in the back of his throat. It sounds approving, and Jesse smiles. Willy’s the only good part of his life right now, the only connection he’s managed to maintain in what feels like forever.
When he tries to rearrange himself on Willy’s back, he notices something. It’s happened before - he’s woken up with it a couple of times - and Annie sort of clumsily tried to explain it to him once, like he didn’t already know what it was. The trouble is that despite his posturing, he’s only ever had a patchy understanding. He knows it’s something to do with growing up, something normal and natural but kind of weird to get used to, and he’s aware he can do something to make it go away but he’s never tried.
He has an idea.
“Willy, can I…” He hesitates because really, if he doesn’t even know the word for it then what chance does he have of explaining it to a whale? Willy will get it, though, he just knows it. The whale’s understanding is much more primitive, more innate than human language. He’s convinced Willy can sense what he’s thinking by touch alone. “Can I try something?”
Willy keens lowly, and Jesse takes this as permission. Very hesitantly he adjusts himself, still balanced on the whale’s back as he slips his hand into his swimming trunks. He’s… wow, really hard, and it kind of hurts but the contact feels good. He presses his nose into Willy’s back. The whale is smooth and slick, wet and comforting, floating quietly as Jesse experiences what it’s like to touch himself for the first time.
There’s a vague wrongness about the whole situation, but it’s wrong in the kind of way adults wouldn’t like while Jesse himself sees no problem. He and Willy are buds. Their friendship is the reason anything in his life makes sense.
Willy moves a little as Jesse gets into it, sinking lower in the water so the stinging scent of salt wafts into Jesse’s nostrils but he keeps going, gasping against the whale’s black skin and murmuring indefinables as he closes his eyes. Willy makes a noise too - peaceful, comforting - but stays stoically silent when Jesse’s whole body stiffens and he reaches his climax, spilling his load with a soft, wondering cry.
He slides off Willy’s back, tugs off the wet swimming trunks and hopes the water will wash away the evidence as he paddles to the edge of the tank. He always forgets to bring a towel so after he climbs out he just shrugs on his hoody, pulls up his sweatpants and tries to stop shivering as best he can. Portland’s warm in the summertime but it can get so chilly at night. Willy makes a clicking noise, jerking him out of his thoughts, and he reaches out to pat the whale on the nose.
“Thanks, boy,” he says softly, not too sure what's going on with himself but trusting the whale’s understanding. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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Author: that_1_incident
Rating: R
Warnings: Minor bestiality. Sort of. Also underage, because Jesse is, um. Twelve.
Pairing: Jesse/Willy
Word Count: ~1,000
Summary: It’s not the first time he’s sneaked out to the amusement park after dark. There’s a ledge beneath the window of the room Jesse stays in at Annie and Glenn’s house (they call it “his” room but it’s not; he doesn’t belong anywhere anymore) and it’s laughably easy to jump down onto. They haven’t caught him yet and he’s been doing this for a while.
Disclaimer: ...I am not serious about this. It was sort of a dare.
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It’s not the first time he’s sneaked out to the amusement park after dark. There’s a ledge beneath the window of the room Jesse stays in at Annie and Glenn’s house (they call it “his” room but it’s not; he doesn’t belong anywhere anymore) and it’s laughably easy to jump down onto. They haven’t caught him yet and he’s been doing this for a while.
He scales the chain link fence at the perimeter of the aquarium and thuds heavily down on the other side. From there it’s just a short walk to Willy’s tank. The whale must sense him or something because he can hear Willy’s impatient expulsions of air long before he sees anything, but he can picture the scene perfectly: a jet of fine mist rising suddenly from Willy’s blowhole as the animal smirks and roils beneath the water’s surface.
Jesse lets himself into the enclosure, kicking off his sneakers before going to sit on the side of the tank, dangling his legs into the water. By now the surface is almost still again, sporadic ripples being the only trace of the enormous creature beneath. Jesse slips his hand into the water and wiggles his fingers back and forth.
“Hey, boy,” he calls out softly, voice sounding astonishingly raucous in the quiet night air. The water slaps against the edge of the tank but there’s no sign of its resident. “C’mon, Willy, I don’t have all night.”
He hears a keening sound from somewhere below him followed by a noise he likes to think of as the whale’s chuckle and there Willy is, head bursting through the water. Jesse gets soaked but he doesn’t mind.
“Heyyyy,” he says, half laughing. “It’s good to see you too.”
Willy opens his mouth and makes happy clicking noises when Jesse leans an arm inside to rub his tongue. The whale would be quite happy for him to do that forever but the boy has other ideas. After a couple of minutes he stops, offers a perfunctory kiss to the Willy’s shiny black nose, and pulls off his hoody and sweatpants. He’s wearing swimming trunks underneath and shivers at the shock of cold air against his skin before slipping almost soundlessly into the water. He paddles over to Willy’s back and clambers onto it.
“Alright, boy,” he whispers after he’s got himself balanced. He’s straddling the whale’s back, palms pressed firmly against the inky black skin. “Do your stuff.”
Willy chuckles again and takes off across the tank so suddenly that Jesse almost topples off. He presses himself against his best friend’s body and holds on tight, laughing when Willy deviates his route from side to side, holding his breath when they go under. He resurfaces dripping, gasping for air and breathlessly giggling like the child he still technically is but hasn’t felt like for so long. Willy murmurs in the back of his throat. It sounds approving, and Jesse smiles. Willy’s the only good part of his life right now, the only connection he’s managed to maintain in what feels like forever.
When he tries to rearrange himself on Willy’s back, he notices something. It’s happened before - he’s woken up with it a couple of times - and Annie sort of clumsily tried to explain it to him once, like he didn’t already know what it was. The trouble is that despite his posturing, he’s only ever had a patchy understanding. He knows it’s something to do with growing up, something normal and natural but kind of weird to get used to, and he’s aware he can do something to make it go away but he’s never tried.
He has an idea.
“Willy, can I…” He hesitates because really, if he doesn’t even know the word for it then what chance does he have of explaining it to a whale? Willy will get it, though, he just knows it. The whale’s understanding is much more primitive, more innate than human language. He’s convinced Willy can sense what he’s thinking by touch alone. “Can I try something?”
Willy keens lowly, and Jesse takes this as permission. Very hesitantly he adjusts himself, still balanced on the whale’s back as he slips his hand into his swimming trunks. He’s… wow, really hard, and it kind of hurts but the contact feels good. He presses his nose into Willy’s back. The whale is smooth and slick, wet and comforting, floating quietly as Jesse experiences what it’s like to touch himself for the first time.
There’s a vague wrongness about the whole situation, but it’s wrong in the kind of way adults wouldn’t like while Jesse himself sees no problem. He and Willy are buds. Their friendship is the reason anything in his life makes sense.
Willy moves a little as Jesse gets into it, sinking lower in the water so the stinging scent of salt wafts into Jesse’s nostrils but he keeps going, gasping against the whale’s black skin and murmuring indefinables as he closes his eyes. Willy makes a noise too - peaceful, comforting - but stays stoically silent when Jesse’s whole body stiffens and he reaches his climax, spilling his load with a soft, wondering cry.
He slides off Willy’s back, tugs off the wet swimming trunks and hopes the water will wash away the evidence as he paddles to the edge of the tank. He always forgets to bring a towel so after he climbs out he just shrugs on his hoody, pulls up his sweatpants and tries to stop shivering as best he can. Portland’s warm in the summertime but it can get so chilly at night. Willy makes a clicking noise, jerking him out of his thoughts, and he reaches out to pat the whale on the nose.
“Thanks, boy,” he says softly, not too sure what's going on with himself but trusting the whale’s understanding. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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