Day One 2 (DZ 4)
Title: Day One 2 (Part 4 of Day Zero)
Author: Mshorr
Rating: NC-17 (For sure this time)
Summary: Class ends, tutoring beings. Finn discovers a talent for dirty talk and working with his feet.
Warnings: Language, aggressive Finn, passive Will. (no topping or bottoming yet sorry) No beta cause I suck that way.
Authors notes: This is the single dirtiest thing that I've ever written. My tummy feels funny.
Out of contribution tags to use sorry. This is number 4.
Finn knew that the bell was about to ring. He also knew that the minute it did he was screwed. Staying over for a tutoring session might have sounded great to his mother, but Finn was sure that it was going to kill him. He’d pretty much been able to control himself though the day, but he didn’t trust himself alone with Mr. Schue. Not after the eyeful he’d gotten at the beginning of class that morning.
The bell rang and Finn stiffened in his seat, trying his best not to let the panic growing in him show. The rest of the class filed out quickly. Heading home for the day. Mr. Schue was still looking down and flipping through the homework the others had turned in earlier. Finn briefly thought about getting up and leaving while the other man was distracted. He didn’t. It would only end in a phone call to his mother and her crying again. He hated it when his mother cried.
Instead he stood up and walked to his teachers desk. Mr. Schue seemed particularly engrossed in a paper that seemed to have drawings of cacti for answers rather than words. After a few moments the last of the other students walked up and spoke. “Mr. Schuester?” Will looked up and gave the girl a quick smile. She grinned back even though she looked uncomfortable. “I’m pretty sure no one else noticed,” she began, “but tomorrow you might want to check your umm... You know, your zipper before class.” She turned bright red and ran out of the room after that.
Will didn’t blush. Instead he went ashen. The exact pale shade that he’d been earlier that day in the hallway. Finn struggled with his discomfort at the situation and managed a few sentences. “I’m sorry Mr. Schue. I thought that I was the only one who noticed earlier.” Realizing that hadn’t calmed the teacher at all he switched to a different track. “It’s not like anything important was showing, and she was pretty far back anyway, so she must have just noticed when you were walking in. I don’t think anything was visible then.” Finn immediately realized that this conflicted with his words in the hallway earlier. He’d told Mr. Schuester that nothing had been visible at all. He held his breath and hoped that his teacher didn’t notice the lapse.
….......
Will had noticed, but he was too busy freaking out over the fact that at least one of his students had seen him with his fly undone while he was going commando. Two if you counted Finn. “I’m just a little embarrassed Finn. This is the kind of thing that can get misconstrued by parents if a student tells them it as a funny story. Instead me having an air-headed moment and forgetting to zip up it’s the nasty old teacher who exposed himself to our daughter. This is the kind of thing that can end a teachers career.”
Finn was staring at him with wide eyes. Will knew that he was freaking out. It was likely that he was just making a mountain out of a mole hill. The fear was still very, very real though. He could tell that Finn was trying to think of something to say so he forced a smile onto his face. “No use worrying now though. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Let’s get started with your tutoring.”
…......
Finn really didn’t want to start the tutoring. Seeing Mr. Schue so worried had put a tight, painful feeling in his stomach. Ignoring it for the moment he nodded his acquiescence to the shorter man. Mr. Schue gave him a bright smile and suggested that they head to the library to work. Finn stayed just a few steps behind him as they made their way down the hall. If his eyes slipped down to Mr. Schue’s ass a few times at least there was no one else there to see it.
The library was empty. Finn was of two minds about that. On the one hand, he was glad that there wouldn’t be anyone there when he inevitably embarrassed himself. On the other, the chances of him snapping and trying to fuck Mr. Schue into the floor were much higher.
When Mr. Schue took a seat at one of the small round tables Finn sat across from him. Hopefully the table itself would prove enough of a barrier to keep him from being an idiot.
An hour later Finn was actually starting to get what Mr. Schue was trying to teach him, but he felt ready to drop. He stretched in his seat hoping to wake himself up a little. He started a little as his knee shin bumped into Mr. Schue’s leg. He cast a quick glance up to his teacher but saw no reaction in the other man’s face. Curious, and a little turned on by the contact, he brushed his leg against his teacher again. This time Finn kept his eyes on Mr. Schue, looking for a reaction. He didn’t get one. Figuring that he’d already crossed the line by this point Finn pressed his leg into Mr. Schue’s. There was no reaction at first, Spanish words and their translations still pouring from his lips. Then, slowly enough that Finn thought he was imagining it, the older man returned the pressure.
Finn took that as encouragement. He moved his leg away from Mr. Schue long enough to toe off his shoe. When he returned it to it’s prior position Mr. Schue pressed his leg into Finn’s before the younger man had a chance too. Fortified by the contact, and the fact that the Spanish words were coming less quickly now, Finn lifted his leg and ran his foot along the back of Mr. Schue’s calf.
That certainly got a response.
Mr. Schue’s breath hitched as Finn’s foot continued to run along his leg. When he finally looked up from the book he’d been reading from Finn saw that his pupils were blown wide and his lips had gone slack. Finn felt a lazy grin spread across his face as he looked over at the other man. He was speaking before his thoughts had even registered with him. “I jacked off thinking about you last night Mr. Schue.” Finn’s grin grew wider at the garbled moan the other man wasn’t able to repress. “I fingered myself while I was doing it because I wanted to know what it would be like to have you fucking me.” This time it was more of a whimper than a moan. Finn moved his foot up Mr. Schue’s leg and set it firmly in his crotch. Finn could feel the older man was every bit as hard as he himself was. “After awhile I got sore though, so instead I imagined myself fucking you. Bending you over your desk and pounding into you until you came all over the classes homework. I think you’d like it Mr. Schue. San... I mean, the first girl I slept with told me I was huge, and trust me she’d know. Is that what you want? Me hard and taking you from behind? Filling you up and hitting all the right spots to make you scream my name?"
Mr. Schue’s eyes were closed now, and he was thrusting against Finn’s foot in time with the teenagers words.
“Is that what you thought of the first time you saw me in the shower Mr. Schue?” Finn asked, reveling in the fucked-up nature of calling his teacher by his last name while his foot was on his cock.
“Were you thinking how easy it’d be to fuck me there in the water? When anyone could walk in and see us? Maybe you wanted to drop to your knees and suck me off. I can imagine how it must have felt for you. All that pale skin, soaped up and shining under the spray. Did you want me to reach down and tangle my fingers in the hair above my dick? Get myself hard and ready for those pink lips of yours? Or maybe you wanted me on my knees. You thrusting into my mouth while my hands worshiped the rest of you. Showing me how a real man takes what he wants.”
Finn reached down and undid his zipper. He needed to get off so bad it hurt.
“I would have let you take me there in the shower Mr. Schue. With nothing but water for lube. I probably would have been begging for it while you pressed into me. Can you hear it? See it? Me asking you for more. To do it harder. To do me harder. With you I wouldn’t even need to touch myself. You’d just hear me calling out your name, ‘fuck Will yes, please, more harder,’ and then i’d be cumming for you. Pulsing around you like nothing you’d ever felt before.”
Finn was quickly approaching his peak and knew that Mr. Schue couldn’t be far behind him. So he threw out on last sentence.
“You know what I’d do after I came Will? I’d be begging you to cum inside of me. To let me feel it hot and wet in me.”
That was enough to set them both off. Finn nearly bit through his bottom lip trying to keep himself from screaming as he shot all over the front of his shirt. Mr. Schue bent nearly backward to keep Finn’s foot pressed against him as he filled the front of his pants with his load. He wasn’t as quiet as Finn though. He yelled into the empty library as his orgasm ripped through him. “God, Finn, yes!”
Finn came to his senses first. Mr. Schue sat across from him with his eyes closed and still breathing hard. Finn’s post orgasmic bliss was interrupted as the weight of what he’d done slammed into him. So, instead of waiting for Mr. Schue to open his eyes, he left everything and ran from the library. Zipping his pants as he fled.
He didn’t stop running until he was in his own bed. “Thank god Mom’s not here.” He mumbled, speaking aloud in his panic. He knew that he was going to pay for what he’d done the next day. But that was the next day, and he was a teenager. So he wrapped his hand around his cock and let himself remember Mr. Schue’s face as he came. Tomorrow would come soon enough without worrying about it.
…...
William Schuester looked at the empty chair in front of him and tried to ignore the cooling mess in his pants. Finally, unable to hold in his emotions any longer, he lowered his head to his arms and spoke to the empty room. “My life is fucking over. I’m going to get arrested and end up in prison. But fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
TBC
Author: Mshorr
Rating: NC-17 (For sure this time)
Summary: Class ends, tutoring beings. Finn discovers a talent for dirty talk and working with his feet.
Warnings: Language, aggressive Finn, passive Will. (no topping or bottoming yet sorry) No beta cause I suck that way.
Authors notes: This is the single dirtiest thing that I've ever written. My tummy feels funny.
Out of contribution tags to use sorry. This is number 4.
Finn knew that the bell was about to ring. He also knew that the minute it did he was screwed. Staying over for a tutoring session might have sounded great to his mother, but Finn was sure that it was going to kill him. He’d pretty much been able to control himself though the day, but he didn’t trust himself alone with Mr. Schue. Not after the eyeful he’d gotten at the beginning of class that morning.
The bell rang and Finn stiffened in his seat, trying his best not to let the panic growing in him show. The rest of the class filed out quickly. Heading home for the day. Mr. Schue was still looking down and flipping through the homework the others had turned in earlier. Finn briefly thought about getting up and leaving while the other man was distracted. He didn’t. It would only end in a phone call to his mother and her crying again. He hated it when his mother cried.
Instead he stood up and walked to his teachers desk. Mr. Schue seemed particularly engrossed in a paper that seemed to have drawings of cacti for answers rather than words. After a few moments the last of the other students walked up and spoke. “Mr. Schuester?” Will looked up and gave the girl a quick smile. She grinned back even though she looked uncomfortable. “I’m pretty sure no one else noticed,” she began, “but tomorrow you might want to check your umm... You know, your zipper before class.” She turned bright red and ran out of the room after that.
Will didn’t blush. Instead he went ashen. The exact pale shade that he’d been earlier that day in the hallway. Finn struggled with his discomfort at the situation and managed a few sentences. “I’m sorry Mr. Schue. I thought that I was the only one who noticed earlier.” Realizing that hadn’t calmed the teacher at all he switched to a different track. “It’s not like anything important was showing, and she was pretty far back anyway, so she must have just noticed when you were walking in. I don’t think anything was visible then.” Finn immediately realized that this conflicted with his words in the hallway earlier. He’d told Mr. Schuester that nothing had been visible at all. He held his breath and hoped that his teacher didn’t notice the lapse.
….......
Will had noticed, but he was too busy freaking out over the fact that at least one of his students had seen him with his fly undone while he was going commando. Two if you counted Finn. “I’m just a little embarrassed Finn. This is the kind of thing that can get misconstrued by parents if a student tells them it as a funny story. Instead me having an air-headed moment and forgetting to zip up it’s the nasty old teacher who exposed himself to our daughter. This is the kind of thing that can end a teachers career.”
Finn was staring at him with wide eyes. Will knew that he was freaking out. It was likely that he was just making a mountain out of a mole hill. The fear was still very, very real though. He could tell that Finn was trying to think of something to say so he forced a smile onto his face. “No use worrying now though. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Let’s get started with your tutoring.”
…......
Finn really didn’t want to start the tutoring. Seeing Mr. Schue so worried had put a tight, painful feeling in his stomach. Ignoring it for the moment he nodded his acquiescence to the shorter man. Mr. Schue gave him a bright smile and suggested that they head to the library to work. Finn stayed just a few steps behind him as they made their way down the hall. If his eyes slipped down to Mr. Schue’s ass a few times at least there was no one else there to see it.
The library was empty. Finn was of two minds about that. On the one hand, he was glad that there wouldn’t be anyone there when he inevitably embarrassed himself. On the other, the chances of him snapping and trying to fuck Mr. Schue into the floor were much higher.
When Mr. Schue took a seat at one of the small round tables Finn sat across from him. Hopefully the table itself would prove enough of a barrier to keep him from being an idiot.
An hour later Finn was actually starting to get what Mr. Schue was trying to teach him, but he felt ready to drop. He stretched in his seat hoping to wake himself up a little. He started a little as his knee shin bumped into Mr. Schue’s leg. He cast a quick glance up to his teacher but saw no reaction in the other man’s face. Curious, and a little turned on by the contact, he brushed his leg against his teacher again. This time Finn kept his eyes on Mr. Schue, looking for a reaction. He didn’t get one. Figuring that he’d already crossed the line by this point Finn pressed his leg into Mr. Schue’s. There was no reaction at first, Spanish words and their translations still pouring from his lips. Then, slowly enough that Finn thought he was imagining it, the older man returned the pressure.
Finn took that as encouragement. He moved his leg away from Mr. Schue long enough to toe off his shoe. When he returned it to it’s prior position Mr. Schue pressed his leg into Finn’s before the younger man had a chance too. Fortified by the contact, and the fact that the Spanish words were coming less quickly now, Finn lifted his leg and ran his foot along the back of Mr. Schue’s calf.
That certainly got a response.
Mr. Schue’s breath hitched as Finn’s foot continued to run along his leg. When he finally looked up from the book he’d been reading from Finn saw that his pupils were blown wide and his lips had gone slack. Finn felt a lazy grin spread across his face as he looked over at the other man. He was speaking before his thoughts had even registered with him. “I jacked off thinking about you last night Mr. Schue.” Finn’s grin grew wider at the garbled moan the other man wasn’t able to repress. “I fingered myself while I was doing it because I wanted to know what it would be like to have you fucking me.” This time it was more of a whimper than a moan. Finn moved his foot up Mr. Schue’s leg and set it firmly in his crotch. Finn could feel the older man was every bit as hard as he himself was. “After awhile I got sore though, so instead I imagined myself fucking you. Bending you over your desk and pounding into you until you came all over the classes homework. I think you’d like it Mr. Schue. San... I mean, the first girl I slept with told me I was huge, and trust me she’d know. Is that what you want? Me hard and taking you from behind? Filling you up and hitting all the right spots to make you scream my name?"
Mr. Schue’s eyes were closed now, and he was thrusting against Finn’s foot in time with the teenagers words.
“Is that what you thought of the first time you saw me in the shower Mr. Schue?” Finn asked, reveling in the fucked-up nature of calling his teacher by his last name while his foot was on his cock.
“Were you thinking how easy it’d be to fuck me there in the water? When anyone could walk in and see us? Maybe you wanted to drop to your knees and suck me off. I can imagine how it must have felt for you. All that pale skin, soaped up and shining under the spray. Did you want me to reach down and tangle my fingers in the hair above my dick? Get myself hard and ready for those pink lips of yours? Or maybe you wanted me on my knees. You thrusting into my mouth while my hands worshiped the rest of you. Showing me how a real man takes what he wants.”
Finn reached down and undid his zipper. He needed to get off so bad it hurt.
“I would have let you take me there in the shower Mr. Schue. With nothing but water for lube. I probably would have been begging for it while you pressed into me. Can you hear it? See it? Me asking you for more. To do it harder. To do me harder. With you I wouldn’t even need to touch myself. You’d just hear me calling out your name, ‘fuck Will yes, please, more harder,’ and then i’d be cumming for you. Pulsing around you like nothing you’d ever felt before.”
Finn was quickly approaching his peak and knew that Mr. Schue couldn’t be far behind him. So he threw out on last sentence.
“You know what I’d do after I came Will? I’d be begging you to cum inside of me. To let me feel it hot and wet in me.”
That was enough to set them both off. Finn nearly bit through his bottom lip trying to keep himself from screaming as he shot all over the front of his shirt. Mr. Schue bent nearly backward to keep Finn’s foot pressed against him as he filled the front of his pants with his load. He wasn’t as quiet as Finn though. He yelled into the empty library as his orgasm ripped through him. “God, Finn, yes!”
Finn came to his senses first. Mr. Schue sat across from him with his eyes closed and still breathing hard. Finn’s post orgasmic bliss was interrupted as the weight of what he’d done slammed into him. So, instead of waiting for Mr. Schue to open his eyes, he left everything and ran from the library. Zipping his pants as he fled.
He didn’t stop running until he was in his own bed. “Thank god Mom’s not here.” He mumbled, speaking aloud in his panic. He knew that he was going to pay for what he’d done the next day. But that was the next day, and he was a teenager. So he wrapped his hand around his cock and let himself remember Mr. Schue’s face as he came. Tomorrow would come soon enough without worrying about it.
…...
William Schuester looked at the empty chair in front of him and tried to ignore the cooling mess in his pants. Finally, unable to hold in his emotions any longer, he lowered his head to his arms and spoke to the empty room. “My life is fucking over. I’m going to get arrested and end up in prison. But fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
TBC