Day Zero- Winn Fanfic part 2
Sorry for posting again so quickly. I couldn't sleep so I just kept writing.
Title: Day Zero 2/?
Author: Mshorr
Rating: NC-17. Language and sexual content.
Pairing: Will/Finn
Characters: Will, Finn, Mrs. Hudson
Warnings: Mention of premature ejaculation and masturbation. Fanasy sequences. Ratings bump because will has a dirty mind.
Note: Couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d give the day another look from Will’s perspective. Also, I’m trying to relay Will’s thoughts without resorting to italicised quotes which is how I usually handle it. Hopefully it works for you.
I do not own Glee. If I did Will and Finn would be exhausted from the sexy shenanigans.
Will was not really surprised that Finn wasn’t feeling well. The heat was enough to put anyone down for the count. In a way it was really a blessing. The boy, young-man really, had walked into class that morning dressed about as casually as Will had ever seen him. Finn had obviously chosen his clothes to combat the heat. A pair of khaki shorts and a thin blue t-shirt along with flip-flops were all that he was wearing. Will had certainly always been aware of Finn. He tried not to play favorites, but he knew that they shared a connection that the rest of his students and the glee club didn’t. Seeing Finn in his summer clothes, with his blue shirt plastered to him by sweat and jaw lined with a weekends worth of stubble, Will realized how deep that connection went. He also realized how very, very screwed he was.
When Finn suddenly stiffened in class it shook Will from his thoughts of how the teenager looked as though he could be in his mid-twenties. The expression on the younger man’s face was completely new to will. Finn looked desperate. His eyes were fixed steadily on Will’s face and his hands were gripping the sides of his desk hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Will absently answered a question for one of the other students as the tension ran out of Finn. It looked like he was ready to slide out of his seat onto the floor.
Will was shocked speechless. He hadn’t forgotten the reason that Finn had believed he’d impregnated Quinn. That, combined with a lifetime of enjoying all the pleasures that any red-blooded male does, led him to one conclusion. Finn had just had an orgasm. In the middle of class. Finn had an orgasm in the middle of Will’s lecture on irregular verbs while staring at his teacher. Finn had just had an orgasm right in front of him and, holy hell, Will was getting hard faster than he ever had in his life.
Visions started to fly through Will’s mind. He saw himself walking over and kissing the sudden relaxation out of Finn. Grabbing the younger man by the back of his neck and ravaging his mouth until his lips were swollen and he was trying to moan Will’s name around the tongue invading his mouth. He saw himself reaching down into the boys shorts. Making Finn clean his fingers with his tongue. By the time he saw himself marking Finn’s neck as the the young man went over the edge again into Will’s hand the discomfort of his erection against the fly of his jeans was enough to pull him out of his fantasy. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life and was having fantasies about his student in a classroom full of other students. Will was pretty sure that he was going to previously undiscovered portion of Hell reserved just for him.
He was able to think clearly enough to give Finn a way out at least. His classmates would just think that he’d come down with a stomach bug and Finn would come back tomorrow with no one realizing what had happened. Will however was forced to remain behind his desk for the last half-hour of class. A half-hour in which the class had to do an exercise out of the workbook, because there was no way that he was going to be able to actually concentrate on anything the rest of the day. Every time he let his thoughts drift he kept on seeing Finn. The initial tension followed by the moment of release. That crooked grin of his plastered across his face before he’d realized that he was still in class. Will didn’t think that he’d ever seen anything hotter.
After his students were gone will locked the door to his classroom and closed the blinds. He knew that he really, really shouldn’t do this here. He also knew that he really, really shouldn’t try to walk to the parking lot with his dick hard and stretching along his thigh. So he spit in his hand and let himself fantasize.
The next day Will was told that Finn’s mother had called the school to say that Finn would not be in that day. He figured that Finn must have been embarrassed by the day before. Which, as Will thought about it, didn’t make sense. Finn would only need to be embarrassed if he knew that Will had figured out what happened. So only one of two things could have happened. Either Finn had been fighting off the urge to vomit and was out sick, or he’d seen Will’s reaction to his orgasm. In all reality it could have been a combination of the two where Finn had successfully not vomited followed by seeing his teacher perv out on him, but that was something that Will did not want to think about.
His answer came on Friday when Mrs. Hudson had called to tell him that Finn would be back on Monday. The conversation went something like this.
Carole: “Mr. Schuester, this is Carole Hudson, Finn’s mother.”
Will: “Hello Mrs. Hudson, how is Finn doing?”
Carole: “He seems to be doing much better. I’m going to let him come back to school on Monday, but I’m worried about the time that he’s missed.”
Will: “It is hard to catch up during the summer session. We have to pack so much into each class to make up for the shorter time-frame that it’s easy to fall behind even without being out.”
Carole: “Maybe I could hire a tutor for Finn? Someone to help him after he comes back so he can catch up the with rest of the class.”
Will: “Don’t worry about hiring a tutor Mrs. Hudson. If it’s alright with you Finn is welcome to stay for an hour or two after class and I can help him catch up.”
Carole: “That’s a very kind offer Mr. Schuester, but we wouldn’t want to impose on your good nature.”
Will: “Please, call me Will, and it’s no imposition at all. This is the only class I have this summer and I’d rather help Finn myself that have you spend the money on a tutor.”
Carole: “Well, thank you so much Will. I’ll let Finn know right away. I’m sure that he’s looking forward to being back in class.”
Will: “We look forward to having him. Is there anything else that I can do for you Mrs. Hudson?”
Carole: “No, thank you. Feel free to call me Carole though.”
Will: “Thank you for calling Carole, tell Finn that I’ll see him on Monday.”
Carole: “I’ll do that. Goodbye Will.”
Will: “Goodbye”
This is how the conversation felt like it went in Will’s head.
Carole: “Mr. Schuester, this is Carole Hudson, you know, the mother of the student you jerked off thinking about all week.”
Will: “Hello Mrs. Hudson, how is Finn doing? I’ve been thinking about him. Mostly because I can’t stop imagining what his face would look like while I fucked him.”
etc...
It went on like that for quite awhile in Will’s head. Getting more bizarre and screwed up every time it replayed. He was relieved though. If Finn was coming back he had not seen Will’s sudden, intense reaction to him. He could relax. At least for the weekend. Come Monday he was going to have to figure out how to tutor Finn for two hours without giving away that all he’d been thinking about for days was fucking the younger man over his desk. Shit. He was extremely screwed.
Title: Day Zero 2/?
Author: Mshorr
Rating: NC-17. Language and sexual content.
Pairing: Will/Finn
Characters: Will, Finn, Mrs. Hudson
Warnings: Mention of premature ejaculation and masturbation. Fanasy sequences. Ratings bump because will has a dirty mind.
Note: Couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d give the day another look from Will’s perspective. Also, I’m trying to relay Will’s thoughts without resorting to italicised quotes which is how I usually handle it. Hopefully it works for you.
I do not own Glee. If I did Will and Finn would be exhausted from the sexy shenanigans.
Will was not really surprised that Finn wasn’t feeling well. The heat was enough to put anyone down for the count. In a way it was really a blessing. The boy, young-man really, had walked into class that morning dressed about as casually as Will had ever seen him. Finn had obviously chosen his clothes to combat the heat. A pair of khaki shorts and a thin blue t-shirt along with flip-flops were all that he was wearing. Will had certainly always been aware of Finn. He tried not to play favorites, but he knew that they shared a connection that the rest of his students and the glee club didn’t. Seeing Finn in his summer clothes, with his blue shirt plastered to him by sweat and jaw lined with a weekends worth of stubble, Will realized how deep that connection went. He also realized how very, very screwed he was.
When Finn suddenly stiffened in class it shook Will from his thoughts of how the teenager looked as though he could be in his mid-twenties. The expression on the younger man’s face was completely new to will. Finn looked desperate. His eyes were fixed steadily on Will’s face and his hands were gripping the sides of his desk hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Will absently answered a question for one of the other students as the tension ran out of Finn. It looked like he was ready to slide out of his seat onto the floor.
Will was shocked speechless. He hadn’t forgotten the reason that Finn had believed he’d impregnated Quinn. That, combined with a lifetime of enjoying all the pleasures that any red-blooded male does, led him to one conclusion. Finn had just had an orgasm. In the middle of class. Finn had an orgasm in the middle of Will’s lecture on irregular verbs while staring at his teacher. Finn had just had an orgasm right in front of him and, holy hell, Will was getting hard faster than he ever had in his life.
Visions started to fly through Will’s mind. He saw himself walking over and kissing the sudden relaxation out of Finn. Grabbing the younger man by the back of his neck and ravaging his mouth until his lips were swollen and he was trying to moan Will’s name around the tongue invading his mouth. He saw himself reaching down into the boys shorts. Making Finn clean his fingers with his tongue. By the time he saw himself marking Finn’s neck as the the young man went over the edge again into Will’s hand the discomfort of his erection against the fly of his jeans was enough to pull him out of his fantasy. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life and was having fantasies about his student in a classroom full of other students. Will was pretty sure that he was going to previously undiscovered portion of Hell reserved just for him.
He was able to think clearly enough to give Finn a way out at least. His classmates would just think that he’d come down with a stomach bug and Finn would come back tomorrow with no one realizing what had happened. Will however was forced to remain behind his desk for the last half-hour of class. A half-hour in which the class had to do an exercise out of the workbook, because there was no way that he was going to be able to actually concentrate on anything the rest of the day. Every time he let his thoughts drift he kept on seeing Finn. The initial tension followed by the moment of release. That crooked grin of his plastered across his face before he’d realized that he was still in class. Will didn’t think that he’d ever seen anything hotter.
After his students were gone will locked the door to his classroom and closed the blinds. He knew that he really, really shouldn’t do this here. He also knew that he really, really shouldn’t try to walk to the parking lot with his dick hard and stretching along his thigh. So he spit in his hand and let himself fantasize.
The next day Will was told that Finn’s mother had called the school to say that Finn would not be in that day. He figured that Finn must have been embarrassed by the day before. Which, as Will thought about it, didn’t make sense. Finn would only need to be embarrassed if he knew that Will had figured out what happened. So only one of two things could have happened. Either Finn had been fighting off the urge to vomit and was out sick, or he’d seen Will’s reaction to his orgasm. In all reality it could have been a combination of the two where Finn had successfully not vomited followed by seeing his teacher perv out on him, but that was something that Will did not want to think about.
His answer came on Friday when Mrs. Hudson had called to tell him that Finn would be back on Monday. The conversation went something like this.
Carole: “Mr. Schuester, this is Carole Hudson, Finn’s mother.”
Will: “Hello Mrs. Hudson, how is Finn doing?”
Carole: “He seems to be doing much better. I’m going to let him come back to school on Monday, but I’m worried about the time that he’s missed.”
Will: “It is hard to catch up during the summer session. We have to pack so much into each class to make up for the shorter time-frame that it’s easy to fall behind even without being out.”
Carole: “Maybe I could hire a tutor for Finn? Someone to help him after he comes back so he can catch up the with rest of the class.”
Will: “Don’t worry about hiring a tutor Mrs. Hudson. If it’s alright with you Finn is welcome to stay for an hour or two after class and I can help him catch up.”
Carole: “That’s a very kind offer Mr. Schuester, but we wouldn’t want to impose on your good nature.”
Will: “Please, call me Will, and it’s no imposition at all. This is the only class I have this summer and I’d rather help Finn myself that have you spend the money on a tutor.”
Carole: “Well, thank you so much Will. I’ll let Finn know right away. I’m sure that he’s looking forward to being back in class.”
Will: “We look forward to having him. Is there anything else that I can do for you Mrs. Hudson?”
Carole: “No, thank you. Feel free to call me Carole though.”
Will: “Thank you for calling Carole, tell Finn that I’ll see him on Monday.”
Carole: “I’ll do that. Goodbye Will.”
Will: “Goodbye”
This is how the conversation felt like it went in Will’s head.
Carole: “Mr. Schuester, this is Carole Hudson, you know, the mother of the student you jerked off thinking about all week.”
Will: “Hello Mrs. Hudson, how is Finn doing? I’ve been thinking about him. Mostly because I can’t stop imagining what his face would look like while I fucked him.”
etc...
It went on like that for quite awhile in Will’s head. Getting more bizarre and screwed up every time it replayed. He was relieved though. If Finn was coming back he had not seen Will’s sudden, intense reaction to him. He could relax. At least for the weekend. Come Monday he was going to have to figure out how to tutor Finn for two hours without giving away that all he’d been thinking about for days was fucking the younger man over his desk. Shit. He was extremely screwed.