beater_cat (beater_cat) wrote in noctemrp, @ 2013-03-02 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: apollonia drane, character: bryan ryan, character: will schuester, event: skiing trip, location: happy trail mountain resort, log: complete |
Who: Lonnie, Bryan, Will
Where: Bryan’s Room
When: After Curfew
What: Lonnie and Bryan are caught
Warnings: Student/Teacher sexual relationship, underage sex
Lonnie was giddy. It was hard not to be. Her and her lover alone in a king size bed and a big shower? Yup. Paradise. She snuck through the halls, checking and double checking every corner before crossing it. She slipped into Bryan’s room and shut the door. The note in the journal had told her to lock up. She had meant to but she could see the steam flowing out from the bathroom and as her heart pounded the action slipped her mind. She stripped down to her black bra and panties and then lay out on his bed.
All in all this hadn’t been a terrible trip. It reminded her of the time spent in Bryan’s cabin. Lonnie rubbed her stomach. No bruising, only the faintest scar from long before the duel. Plus, she didn’t have a dick anymore. Not that her time with it hadn’t been... interesting.
Eventually Lonnie got bored waiting and she began to sing in a soft voice. She was comfortable. Bryan was close and she was safe. Tonight was going to be perfect.
The sound of the water had drowned out Lonnie entering the room, but once is shower wa done and the water was off, Bryan could hear her singing softly from the bedroom. She really had an amazing voice, one that sounded incredibly natural, as though she didn’t even have to try. Bryan quickly shook the water out of his hair, and wrapped the towel around his waist.
“Don’t stop,” he said, smiling, as he walked into the bedroom. “You sound amazing.”
Lonnie looked up at him and smiled. She would never get tired of the sight of him, naked or nearly so, ready for her. She licked her lips and continued the song. It was a Florence and the Machine song, one of her favorites and she kept her eyes on him as she sang. “The arms of the ocean and all this devotion was rushing out of me. And the crush is a heaven for a sinner like me. Let the arms of the ocean deliver me.”
She’d sung for him only once, she realized, when he was visiting Glee club. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed as she sang, extending a hand to welcome him to her.
Bryan slid his fingers between Lonnie’s, joining their hands together, as he sat down beside her on the bed. It was a simple, fluid motion, to get them both laid out beside one another, the damp heat of his skin soaking through the lace of her bra. They had plenty of chances to fuck at school, in his room, the classroom, but they rarely had time to just enjoy one another.
“You’ll be singing for me by the time I’m done with you,” he promised, his lips moving along the edge of Lonnie’s jaw. “Or making some kind of pretty noise, at least.”
It felt so completely impossible not to smile like a lovesick fool when he pressed to her like that. Her arms went around him. This was so nice, just being close to him. It was harder during school. She’d been daydreaming about the summer and maybe asking him to let her stay with him.
“Promises, promises,” Lonnie sing-songed. She tilted her head to let him explore as much or as any of her as he wanted. “We have all night.”
“Ohhh, you doubt me?’ Bryan smiled, as his hands roamed over Lonnie’s body, making quick work of slipping off her underclothes. His finger lightly trailed along her sides, tickling up her ribs. He knew the sounds that he could elicit from from her, each groan of pleasure, and the small whimpers, as she fought her oncoming orgasm. He knew them all, and had them filed away, like spells in a grimoire. He wanted to hear them all again.
Lonnie arched into his hands and whispered “Never” to answer his question. She pressed her lips to his in a slow, open kiss. It was good to be lazy. They had time here to wrap around each other, to be slow and explorative, time they had not had since the cabin. Lonnie moved her kisses to his ear. “I love you, Bryan.”
“Love you too, Lonnie,” he echoed, sliding down her body until his fingers were teasing lightly at one nipple, and his lips were pulling insistently at the other. Lonnie had a fantastic body, but her breasts were just perfect; large without being overly so, and still so firm with youth. He could almost taste the arousal streaming through her.
Her hands moved up and down her back while her legs wrapped around his waist. She inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent of him. Lonnie wished she could bottle his scent and carry it with her. It would be only for her, though. Just for her. Her fingers massaged his hair. “Feels good, having you in my arms. All mine.”
All hers. Less than a year ago, that idea would have sent Bryan running for the hills. He had always thought that women who demanded monogamy were controlling bitches. And maybe they were. Lonnie had never demanded it. It had just been a decision he had made, somewhere along the way. He hummed lightly around the small bud between his lips, carefully running his teeth over her.
A shiver rolled down Lonnie. Gods he had perfect teeth. And a perfect ass. Pretty much everything he had was perfect from his head to his feet. She’d give up her whole life it it meant they could do this forever. She rolled her hips slowly, teasingly. No rush, no hurry, but that didn’t mean she would let him get away with teasing without returning the favor. Already his promise to get her to make noise was paying off. Lonnie made soft sounds of pleasure with each careful used of his teeth.
Bryan grinned, as Lonnie’s hips rolled forward, the wet heat of her core pressing against his skin. He released her nipple, laying small, open mouthed kisses along her ribcage, and in the slight dip of her hipbones.
“Impatient,” he whispered, laving his tongue along the smooth lines of her body.
“Uh huh.” Lonnie agreed, gripping his hair a little tighter. The sounds leaving her where increasingly pornographic. He could make he scream and moan better than any lover she’d ever had. No small accomplishment.
“You gonna teach me to be patient, daddy, or are you going to give me what we both want?” She grinned at him and licked her lips.
“Fuck,” Bryan groaned, unsure where to start. It was embarrassing how she could do with just a few words, what some women couldn’t do with their entire bodies and some fairly racy adult films. He had planned to go down on her for hours, making her squirm and cry out, but now all he could think about was sinking himself inside her.
“You’re a succubus,” he cursed, sliding back up Lonnie’s body. He knew that she was already wet and waiting for him; she always was. “I suppose you’ll never know what I was going to do to you, little girl.”
Lonnie laughed delightedly and kissed his lips. She licked his bottom lip as she pulled away and fluttered her eyelashes. “Well,” she purred. “It’s not like we have to stop once we get started, is it? I mean, you can fuck me now and then do whatever you were going to later until you get nice and hard again. Then, of course, you can fuck me again.”
Her lips kissed a trail along his jaw and up to his ear. She gave his ear dirty little kisses and then whispered into it. “We have all night. Just the two of us. To do anything we want.”
Lonnie was right. Bryan intended to fuck her straight through the night, until they were both too sore, and unable to move. Older or not, he could keep up. Lonnie made him feel young again. Bryan didn’t even need to look away from her eyes, as he lined their bodies up perfectly. Just as he had known she would be, she was wet and ready, opening up to the insistant press of her cock against her.
“God, I miss this so much, when I get stuck grading papers and ahhh...” he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. “Always miss this, miss you.”
Lonnie forced her eyes to stay open as he pressed inside her. It was always so good, the slightly burn of his hot flesh pressing inside of her. Lonnie welcomed him, her legs pulling him closer. She studied the way his face contorted in pleasure, the way his eyes fluttered, the way his lips parted. When Lonnie had it memorized she kissed him. It felt like there was a string that pulled them together. She kissed him like she needed his kiss to live.
When at last they pulled away she was gasping for air. Her eyes were wild and dark. “Missed you, too, my love. Take me. Take your girl, daddy.”
Will had to admit, the trip had gone better than he had expected. Although usually the only response he got out of Bryan was sarcastic comments and the occasional misguided motivational speech, this week had been markedly different. Keying in on the kids tendencies to want to socialize, the karaoke party he had hosted had turned out to be a great way for them to set aside their differences, kick back, have fun, and sing.
As Will approached Bryan’s room, he realized that it had been one of the first times in a long time, he had actually been indebted to Professor Ryan. A thank you and perhaps even a drink, was in order. Will rapped gently on the door, hoping Bryan was around.
Bryan wound his hand through Lonnie’s hair, gently grasping the back of her neck, as they kissed. He thought perhaps this was when he loved her the most, when she was wild and out of control. Then again, he was always changing his mind about what pulled at his heart most desperately.
“Still makes me hard as a rock, when you call me that,” he growled. His thrusts were already long and deep, and the bed groaned lightly under the movement. Neither of them heard anything, except for their own laboured breaths and the sound of their bodies joining.
Fuck. Jesus fuck. How was it that Bryan could make her practically come in her pants after all this time when other men had bored her after the third time? How could fucking missionary be as erotic to her as if he’d tied her up and dripped candle wax on her? (Mental note, she thought, ask Bryan to tie me up and drip candle wax on me.)
Her breath was coming in shallow pants already. Lonnie moved her hips up to meet him. Her fingers hand moved to clutch his shoulders for dear life. “Daddy!” She moaned since he’d mentioned how much he liked hearing it. “Daddy, more.” It was all that could leave her mouth. Mostly she was already down to making grunts and whines.
Although Bryan didn’t come to the door, WIll could hear the faint sounds of movement within. Bryan was probably just trying to pull himself together, nursing a tremendous hangover, as usual.
Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt to go on in and give him a hand, WIll thought to himself. He turned the doorknob, and took one strong step into the room. His heart sank as he realized the terrible, heartbreaking truth of the matter. Sure enough, Will could tell that Bryan was not alone and clearly in the middle of something.
Not a student, please not a student, Will thought desperately. But even as the thought flooded his mind, he recognized the wavy blonde hair, as belonging to one of his own House, Lonnie Drane.
“Bryan!” Will exclaimed, with surprising force, as the door clicked shut behind him.
The new voice in the room made Lonnie’s heart stop. She looked over Bryan’s shoulder and there was Will standing looking ready to kill someone. The door. She’d forgotten to lock the door. Lonnie clapped a hand over her mouth. How could she forget the door. “Oh my god.” She whispered. Her eyes were wide and she hid face in her hands. This wasn’t ok. This was really, really not ok. “Oh god, oh god, oh fuck.” Minutes ago she’d been moaning those words. Now she felt like she would die.
Bryan had been so focused on Lonnie, and the way they were taking such satisfaction in one another, that he hadn’t heard Will even call his name, nevermind heard him enter in the first place. His first indication that there was anything wrong, was when Lonnie went stiff as a board beneath him. He turned, following her eyes, to see Schuster standing barely a few feet from his bed, shock and horror on his face. Immediately, Bryan knew that he was done. Schuester was no Meru, and no student. He couldn’t be bought off or blackmailed. Bryan was finished. He quickly slid out of Lonnie, making sure that the sheets stayed wrapped up around her body.
“It’s alright,” he whispered to her, though he knew Will would hear. “It’s alright.”
“I don’t know what you were thinking, but none of this is alright!” Will exclaimed, still in a state of shock. “This is the opposite of alright. What do you have to say for yourself, Bryan?!”
Crushing disappointment engulfed Will.
I should have known better, he thought to himself. And just when I thought he was coming around.
Bryan ignored Will for the moment, and instead focused on the clearly terrified girl beside him.
“Lonnie, sweetie, what don’t you take your things into the bathroom and get dressed?” he suggested.
Lonnie was panicked. She had tears running down her cheeks now because, despite the calm way he talked to her. She could see no way that this could end well and it terrified her. Her hands were shaking, her eyes darting between the two of them.
“Please.” She didn’t know what she was asking for, only that she felt completely and totally helpless. Her world, everything, was crashing around her. “Please, Will, don’t be angry. Please.”
Will averted his eyes, so that Lonnie could get out of the bed and get into the bathroom. Part of the teacher felt just terrible about the fear and humiliation she must be going through. He didn’t want to make it any worse. As he heard her plea, the anger he felt toward his colleague waned ever so slightly. His attention turned to Bryan, as at last he spoke.
“You’re her teacher, Bryan,” he said, with an edge of anger in her voice. “Don’t feed me some line about how she is actually consenting, because I don’t even want to hear it. She trusts you, as her teacher, and you’ve betrayed that trust.”
“You’re wrong.” Lonnie wished she could stop crying. She wished she could find the inner calm that Bryan seemed to have. But Will was ruining everything. He didn’t understand. No one did. “You’re wrong, Professor, he didn’t betray my trust. Please don’t take him from me.”
Lonnie grabbed Bryan’s arm, holding to him like he was the only safe port in a storm. She could see the world ripping apart. Maybe if she just held him everything would be ok. She wouldn’t lose him. Not like this. Not now.
Will could feel his heart splintering in his chest. It was so much worse than he had thought. This wasn’t just a girl caught up in the passion of a dangerous love affair, this was a poor little girl who thought she was truly and deeply in love with a man who should never have let such a thing happen. As his empathy for his student grew, his anger and hurt at Bryan rose up inside him like fire, but he couldn’t let that get the better of him right now. His first priority had to be his student.
“Lonnie, even if this is what you want, it’s just not right for someone of your age to be with an adult in a position of authority. We can’t choose who we care for, but it was Professor Ryan’s responsibility not to let it get this far. You need to get dressed and gather your things. It’s time to say goodbye. I’ll call one of the female teachers to walk you to your room.”
Time to say goodbye
Time to say...
Goodbye
It felt like she’d been shot. Lonnie looked at Bryan. He would know what to do. He had to know what to do because she sure as fuck didn’t. She was afraid she might begin to cry. Well, cry more. She took hold of his arm searching for answers that she feared were no where to be found.
Bryan’s heart was tearing apart in his chest, as he watched Lonnie try and come to terms with their situation. It was his fault she had to go through this; Will was right about that, at least. He covered her hand with his own, gently leaning away from her.
“Professor Schuester is right, Lonnie,” he said, with an apologetic tone. “You need to go back to your room. I’m sure there will be plenty to talk about later.”
The tears fell in rivers down her cheeks. She nodded then grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom. She pulled them on, her body shaking with hard sobs as she did so. When she came back in the room she stopped for a minute. She looked at Bryan. “I love you.” She said. “I’ll always love you.”
Maybe that was a stupid thing to say in front of Will. But there was this awful feeling in her gut. It might be her last time to say it. She ran from the room, her sobs blessedly quiet.