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[Fictober Day 6] Kinktober: Free For All Day / Spooktober: Lock
So I finally got a fill with an actual Halloween theme done! Though there's a chance I could get another one done and posted later tonight, but I really wanted to make this post before midnight.
Title: The Coach and the Pretty Boy, Part 2
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge
Challenge: Kinktober, Day 31: Mix/Match Your Own Prompts (I used... a lot)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4492
Characters/Pairings: Coach Schneider/Jesse Walsh, Ron Grady/Jesse Walsh, Kerry Hellman, Freddy Krueger
Notes/Warnings: Jesse is canonically eighteen, but this story depicts a graphic sexual relationship between a teacher and a high school student. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
Summary: Jesse enters into a risky and intense sexual relationship with Coach Schneider. But as the arrangement starts to get more intense, Jesse is left questioning his own motivations for being a part of it.
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"You okay man?"
"I'm great!" Jesse said, maybe a bit more enthusiastically than he should have. But Grady simply shrugged, turning his attention back to his lunch as if he hadn't asked.
Jesse had spent the day after losing his virginity in bed, too exhausted to move. He had no idea how he'd managed to find his way back home, but his parents didn't push him to go to school since it was clear how exhausted he was, though he suspected it wasn't from lack of trying.
When he woke up the next day though, he felt completely refreshed. It was like the mental torment he'd put himself through was nothing but a dream. Hell, he was certain it was, since he couldn't remember anything about it.
Everything that happened with Coach Schneider was completely, one hundred percent real, though.
They hadn't done anything anywhere near as intense as their encounter that first night. Schneider didn't even treat him any differently on the field either. It was only when they were alone, when Jesse arrived early to drop something off at his office, or stayed late to perform some made up chore in the locker room, that they had any alone time together.
Jesse decided he really liked kissing. He got the impression Schneider didn't have much interest in it, but he allowed Jesse to have his fun with it since it was the easiest thing for them to do at school. They didn't dare go to his house, and Schneider was wary about going back to the bar. Apparently the bartender hadn't been thrilled by their little show, and Schneider told Jesse that he didn't want them drawing any more attention then they already had - no matter how much Jesse liked the attention.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't getting a bit restless. After all, some kissing and the odd handjob wasn't the same as being bred like an animal in front of all those people, or making love in the showers while talking about all kinds of dirty things.
That was the only part Jesse really felt badly about. He'd turned one of his only friends into wank material, but talked to him every day like nothing had changed except that he was better rested.
He sighed, letting his mind wander as he cast his gaze around the lunchroom. Lisa was still in line, but Kerry was arguing with some guy about… something. Frankly, it felt a little strange to be part of something so illicit and exciting when all of his classmates lives' continued with the normal teen drama.
Well, it had been anyway. Jesse wondered how long making out with his coach every morning would hold the same luster.
Kerry's life was apparently more eventful than he gave it credit for, though. She stormed away from the guy she'd been arguing with and toward the lunch table, unceremoniously dumping her tray on the table and casting a glare across the cafeteria. "That jerk!"
"Uhhhhhh." Grady said, staring across at Jesse, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"What?" Kerry snapped, looking down, only to change her tone immediately once she realized that she'd inadvertently sent the entire contents of her tray into Jesse's lap.
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Jesse's hand shook as he turned the dial of the locker. He'd accidentally left his change of clothes at home, so Grady had generously allowed him to borrow a pair of his.
He cast his eyes around warily. Some of the girls were running drills out on the field, but otherwise no one else had gym or practice at this time, so the locker room was deserted. He turned back to the locker, carefully giving the dial one last turn before he heard a familiar click.
He pulled the door open, his breath catching in his throat. He'd been thinking about this the entire time he was rinsing himself off, but to actually do it, to hold Grady's clothes in his hands like this was something different altogether. He felt the familiar guilt wash over him, before he forced it out of his brain. Grady said it was fine, so he wasn't doing anything wrong.
It was after he took the clothes out of the locker, and saw the jockstrap sitting at the bottom, that he knew he would do something wrong after all.
His underwear hadn't been impacted by the spill, but he shimmied them off anyway, sighing as his hard cock was freed from the strain of the fabric. Casting his eyes around again just to be sure he was alone, he stood there for a moment, staring down at the jock, before putting it up to his face and inhaling deeply.
Fuck, it's so ripe.
It took all of his self control not to just start furiously jerking off right then and there. He had just enough presence of mind left to know that was a bad idea. Instead, a different idea began to form itself in his mind. He looked down at the jock, his mind dizzy from the aroma, and decided he was going to do something very, very bad.
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Schneider didn't look up when Jesse entered his his office. The shades were drawn, as they often were, the overhead lights alone illuminating all the pictures and trophies that lined the walls and shelves.
"What are you doing here?" Schneider asked, looking up.
Jesse was taken aback by the edge to his voice, but stepped forward anyway. He was too turned on, he needed this right now.
"I wanted to see you," Jesse said, trying to sound as light and seductive as he could. "There was a little spill in the cafeteria, so I had to borrow some clothes,"
Schneider put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, looking him up and down. A slight blush crossed his face, "Ron Grady's."
"You were right, Coach," Jesse said, liking the way the word rolled off of his tongue. "It feels so good, I just couldn't wait to show you."
"God," Schneider said incredulously, though Jesse could tell he wasn't mad. After all, he had that same hunger in his eyes. "Come here."
Jesse reached back and turned the deadbolt on the door, a movement that was practically muscle memory, before walking over to Schneider. He straddled the older man, slinking down deep into his lap before pulling him into a kiss.
After a few minutes they broke apart, a line of drool connecting their mouths as they parted.
Schneider let out a laugh, "What am I gonna do with you, kid? You can't just come in here whenever you want."
"I want more than this coach," Jesse groaned. "You were right about me, that night in the showers. I wanna do all kinds of naughty things. I want you to show me how. Look how turned on it makes me."
He slivered out of Schneider's lap, looking him dead in the eye as he grabbed the elastic of Grady's gym shorts as teasingly pulled them down.
Schneider sucked in a breath, and Jesse smirked. He'd never felt this kind of power before in his life. Unraveling his coach like this made him feel desired, sexy, like he do anything or have anyone.
And right now, he desperately needed some cock.
He got down on his knees, not waiting permission before he tugged on Schneider's sweatpants. The older man took the hint and raised his hips slightly, allowing the boy to pull them down further and free his hardening dick.
Jesse had only given him head once, an experiment that ended prematurely when he started to get tired from keeping his teeth in check. Other than that, though, Jesse loved getting to taste a dick for real, especially one so impressive. One that had already been inside of him. Even if it had been a bit too much for him right off the bat.
Not that the same applied now - he just needed to get it hard and wet. And after a few minutes of strategic licking, Schneider's cock was fully hard. He even slapped Jesse in the face with it a few times, an act that only made Jesse make a mental note to try giving a blowjob in earnest again soon.
But now, he needed something else.
He stood up, staring at Schneider directly once more as he straddled the man once more. The coach looked up at him, realization dawning on his face. But before he could say anything, Jesse pushed the cockhead against his entrance, already slick with lube, and began impaling himself on it.
"Jesus Christ kid," Schneider said, grabbing him by the hips.
Jesse felt his temple pulse. He didn't like it when Schneider called him kid. It made him feel small and incompetent. He was a man who knew what he wanted and what he was doing, but this was still something he could work with.
"How many students like me have you fucked, Coach?" Jesse asked, lowering himself slowly - achingly so - as he spoke. "Tell me."
"A couple," Schneider said, panting. Jesse suspected the red tinge on his cheeks wasn't entirely from the sex. Good, he liked it when he was riled up like this. "It's been a while. When I was younger, more fit, I'd sometimes show one of the seniors a good time in the locker room."
"You never got caught though," Jesse said, practically giddy from egging the man on. "Even with the rumors?"
"You'd be surprised what guys are okay with," Schneider said, clearly starting to get angry. "Certain guys, more than you'd think, just wanna feel good, have a tight hole to shoot their wad into."
"Is that what I am to you coach?" Jesse said, taking the final inch inside of him, "A tight hole? A schoolboy who you just want to make feel good?"
If the other night had unlocked something in him, he clearly struck a nerve with Schneider, because he took him in a way he never thought he'd dare during school hours. Jesse momentarily thought he'd struck his head, only to realize he was seeing stars from the way Schneider was pummeling his prostate. He could feel papers and pens under his back on the desk as Schneider pounded into him, and it took all of his self control to keep himself from screaming.
Before he knew it, it was over. With one final thrust, Schneider unloaded into Jesse's guts, looking down at the teenager with a crazed kind of lust that he'd never seen on the man's face before.
He felt his cock slide against the now-sticky fabric of the jockstrap. In the intensity of the assault he hadn't realized he'd cum. But instead of the usual lull of drowsiness he felt a rush of adrenaline, like he'd just progressed further.
Schneider unceremoniously pulled out, throwing Jesse a towel as he lay on the desk, softly whimpering.
"Meet me in the locker room tonight," Schneider said, looking away. His voice had a weight to it he'd heard before but couldn't quite place. "Same clothes you're wearing now. We're going to have some fun."
"I'm glad they fit you."
Jesse turned to see Grady giving him the once over, and he felt himself blush involuntarily. He'd done a good job cleaning himself off but hadn't showered again. He'd wanted coach's cum inside him a little longer. Only now did he realize how stupid that impulse was.
"Thanks again for lending them to me," Jesse said, before hastily adding, "Took a while to get that sauce out of my hair though."
"Yeah," Grady laughed, leaning against the locker. "I was wondering what took you so long."
Jesse felt his heart skip a few beats, but he simply nodded and closed his locker.
"Listen man, I dunno how to say this so I'm just gonna come right out with it," Grady said, his eyes dead serious as they bored into Jesse. "I was joking around last week when I was talking about Schneider, but you should still be careful around him."
"What do you mean?" Jesse asked, trying to keep himself calm.
"Look, if he was just queer, fine, whatever," Jesse shrugged. "But there are whispers he's into some seriously kinky shit. That about ten years ago he was having sex with a couple of his students right here in the school."
"That's messed up," Jesse said, feeling his stomach drop.
"Don't worry too much about it," Grady waved his hand, apparently sending Jesse's uneasiness. "It's probably all bullshit, but since he has you staying late and doing chores for him… just keep an eye out in case he tries anything, okay?"
"Yeah, definitely," Jesse said, forcing himself to make eye contact. There was no way he could know. No way he could figure it out. He'd never look at him the same way again if he knew.
Grady stared at him for one more beat before breaking out into a smile. "Sorry for getting all heavy there and shit. I just worry about you sometimes man. I know Lisa does too."
"Thanks man," Jesse said, his stomach twisting in knots as the sticky sensation in his shorts reminded him what he was. "I really appreciate it."
They spoke for another minute before Grady turned to leave for his History class. As Jesse turned, he caught sight of Schneider talking to a few of other members of the baseball team. He glanced up and gave Jesse a curt nod, before turning his attention back to the conversation.
Jesse looked down at the ground, balling his hand into a fist. What kind of man was he turning into?
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The school looked the same as it had the other night he'd come, only this time he felt much more present, more aware of his surroundings.
He felt equal parts excited and depressed, knowing what he had to do. What he had with Schneider couldn't last, they both knew it, but he couldn't just quit cold turkey when he'd pushed himself this far. This would be the last time, and he was gonna make it count.
Beyond all of this newfound shame and self-preservation, he still felt like there was a part of this he was overlooking. But no matter how long or how intensely he thought about it, he couldn't think of what it could possibly be. And now, standing at the entrance to the locker room, light spilling out into the hallway, he could quite shake the feeling that this was going to end badly.
He stepped inside anyway.
Schneider was was leaning against the lockers, lazily reading a book with a shirtless young man on the cover. He looked up as Jesse approached, bending down to place the book on the ground and pick up a bottle of lube.
"Assume the position."
"Yes sir," Jesse said, but he knew he wasn't into this the way he had been. Hell, he'd even washed Grady's clothes when he'd gotten home when the sensation had become too overwhelming, so as he shimmied out of the gym shorts and draped himself over the changing bench, he realized the whole process felt kind of sterile.
"What's wrong?" Schneider said, reaching down and caressing Jesse's cheek. "What happened to that slut who came strutting into my office today?"
"Just a little tired," Jesse said, faking a smile.
"Well, we'll just have to fix that then, won't we?" Schneider said, doing nothing to hide the agitation in his voice.
Smack.
He'd brought his hand down and smacked Jesse's bare butt cheeks with a resounding clap, making Jesse let out a yelp.
"Look alive," Schneider said, almost like he was running a drill.
"Yes sir," Jesse said, bracing himself as the man reached down again. Only this time, Schneider began caressing his ass, running his fingers teasingly over his hole in a way that felt familiar.
"Damn kid," he said, sliding in two fingers at once. "You've really gotten good at this. You been touching yourself at home?"
"Yes sir," Jesse repeated, leaving the part where he only thought about Grady when he did unsaid.
"Someone's getting bored with our arrangement, huh?" Schneider said. "This afternoon you jumped me in my office. Only like it when it's risky now?"
Jesse didn't quite know how to respond, but before he needed to, he felt another two fingers enter him, and he immediately grabbed the bench underneath him.
Damn it. He'd never taken four fingers before. Was coach actually mad at him?
"Sorry boy," he said, "gotta make sure you're ready."
"Ready?" Jesse asked, before Schneider thrust his fingers back in, angling his fingers down toward his prostate. He let out an involuntary moan, closing his eyes and leaning forward.
This was more like it.
"You think about him?" Schneider asked, slightly lulling Jesse out of his gaze as he continued to fuck him with his fingers.
"Think about who?" Jesse mumbled.
"Your friend Grady. How does it feel getting fucked when you're wearing his clothes?"
"Fucking incredible," Jesse said, the first thing he had with conviction all night.
"You hear that Ron?"
Jesse opened his eyes, snapping his head up and staring up in shock.
No. Oh god.
Grady was standing in the doorway, his own sickly horror reflected in his friend's face.
Jesse desperately struggled to find the words, any words really. This couldn't be happening. He felt something wet on his face, and he realized he was crying.
"Grady, I-" he choked out, before Schneider violently thrust his fingers directly down on his prostate once more, causing him to gasp and double over onto the bench. He heard Schneider let out a laugh.
"What do you say, Ron? This slut is completely hot for you. You going to deny him?"
Jesse stared down at the floor, trying not to throw up. His life was over. Grady would never talk to him again, and it would only be a matter of time before the whole school-
"Get your hands off him."
Grady's voice shook, and Jesse looked up, surprised at how angry the boy looked. For his part, Schneider pulled his fingers out, stepping away and holding his hands up in a placating motion.
"He's all yours."
Jesse stared up at Grady, his eyes still clouded with tears. "Grady…"
"I thought you were my friend," Grady's voice cracked. Jesse felt his stomach lurch.
"I'm so sorry," Jesse said, struggling to pull himself up off the bench. His legs felt like jelly, and his mind and body felt like they could collapse in on themselves at my moment.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Grady said, grabbing his crotch, staring daggers at Jesse as he swayed unsteadily on his feet.
"I- it's not like that," Jesse said.
"Isn't it?" Grady said, advancing on him. "You're wearing my clothes and letting this freak fuck you while you talk about me. It's just some kind of sick game to you, isn't it?"
"No…"
Jesse slept back, but felt his knees begin to buckle under him. Just as he thought he was going to crash to the ground, cracking his head open on the bench or the lockers, he felt Grady grab him by the arm.
Felt Grady pull him back up.
Felt Grady kiss him.
There was nothing warm or kind about this kiss. He could feel the anger emanating from the other boy, from the way his lips pressed violently against his own, to the way his grip on his arm continued to tighten.
After a minute, they parted, Jesse gasping for air, his whole body shaking. He felt overwhelmed, conflicting emotions coursing through him as he stared at his friend, who looked back at him angrily.
No, it wasn't that. Jesse could sense that Grady's anger was gone, every ounce of it channeled into their kiss.
The look in his eyes now? It was pity.
"Grady-"
"Assume the position," Grady said, his voice forceful, controlled. He let go of Jesse's arm, leaving a red impression that he knew was going to turn into a bruise.
Jesse gulped, slowly lowering himself back down onto the bench, not daring to take his eyes off Grady. The other boy continued to stare at him, and once he was fully back to form, Grady began undoing his belt.
Jesse stared up in wonder. He'd seen Grady undress in here before, but never like this. Every tug, every piece of clothing discarded.
He knows I'm enjoying this, he realized, just as Grady lowered his boxers. Fuck!
Grady's cock was beautiful. It was almost as big as his own, but he could tell it was a bit thicker. And combined with that body, looming over him…
Nothing from his fantasies came anywhere close to this.
"If I knew you wanted it this bad, I would've fucked you sooner," Grady said as he circled behind him. Jesse felt his breath catch in his throat, feeling Grady caress his ass for the first time, spread his legs for the first time…
"Damn," Grady said, a decided edge to his voice. "You gave it up to this old man a lot, huh?"
"Yeah…" Jesse said, his voice hollow.
He glanced up to see Schneider watching them silently. He'd discarded his pants at some point, and was openly touching himself as he watched the two teens.
He saw that expression again, that one he caught flashes of but could never quite place. He recognized it for what it was now. It was complete and utter contempt.
He hated Schneider.
Jesse felt his cock strain against the jockstrap, as the sensation of Grady rubbing is hard, pulsing cock between his ass cheeks suddenly and completely overtook him.
"Damn," Grady whispered, almost in wonder, "You want me to just put it in?"
Jesse's breathing became ragged, staring down at the ground as a mixture of sweat and tears dripped off his face. "Yeah."
Without any further warning, Grady thrust inside of him.
Jesse yelled out, the feeling consuming him in a way that nothing else ever had. None of the times Schneider had fucked him had come anywhere close to this kind of exhilaration, this kind of pain.
Grady didn't wait for him to adjust, immediately pistoning himself in and out of the other boy, causing Jesse to cry out more as the sensation reduced him to a sobbing, incoherent mess.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he mumbled with each thrust. His brain felt like it was on fire.
Grady grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up off the bench without breaking his pace, thrusting upward into him.
Jesse opened his eyes, staring up into Schneider's face before immediately closing them again. No, not like this.
"You like having your boyfriend watch?" Grady hissed, and for the first time that evening Jesse felt a flash of real, overwhelming anger. Anger at Schneider, anger at Grady, anger at himself.
He clenched down as hard and he could, and Grady stopped, letting out a hiss.
"Fuck, you have such a nice ass," Grady groaned.
"Just shut up and fuck me." Jesse screamed, his voice suddenly clear. He hated this. Hated it so much that he was hard again, craving the feeling of Grady's cock entering him again.
Grady let go of his hair, wrapping his arms around Jesse's stomach and pulling his back up against his chest. Jesse could smell him now, his scent more intense than it had ever been on his clothes. Fuck, he was still wearing Grady's clothes.
Jesse's cock pressed painfully against the jockstrap, his arousal on full display as Grady began hammering into him again, using Jesse as his own personal flashlight. Fuck, he loved this. He needed Grady to fill him up, claim him completely. To own him.
He hadn't noticed the other figures enter the room.
By the time he did, it felt like Grady had been fucking him for hours. For a time, it was as if everything and everyone had faded away and it had just been the two of them, screwing like the crazed, horny teens they were.
And now there were three more of them.
Jesse recognized them instantly, remembered Schneider talking to them in the hallway that afternoon. Only now, as he looked up at them, watching him, he felt their eyes crawling over his body with a type of hunger he recognized. Schneider had that same hunger on his face as he stood in that same spot by the lockers, watching Grady fuck him.
You have the body…
Jesse felt dizzy. He didn't know what he was feeling anymore. The only thing grounding him anymore was Grady's scent, his touch. His hard body against him and inside of him. This is what he'd wanted all along, wasn't it?
Grady's breath was ragged, and Jesse heard him growl in his ear, like an animal in heat claiming his mate. The sound pushed him over the edge and he felt himself release everything. Every loud, confusing emotion spilling out of him as he shot his wad into the jockstrap once again. Grady held him, pulling him close, filling him up with his cum.
And then it was over.
It was sudden. One moment, he and Grady were one. The next, Jesse felt him pull out, felt their bodies separate. Felt himself fall to the floor in a heap, eyes staring up at the blazing lights on the ceiling.
"Grady?" He whispered. But he couldn't see his friend anywhere. He twisted his head, looking around as the other boys circles him.
"Grady?" He said again, louder this time. His body felt like lead. His brain faintly registered the sensation of the jockstrap being removed, the sticky mess spilling onto him as it was discarded.
"Don't ever talk to me again."
He rolled his head, finally spotting Grady by the door, his clothes gathered in his arms as he faced away from him.
"No," Jesse choked out, staring at Grady's back. This couldn't be happening.
It is.
He knew that voice, the one clawing inside his mind. It all came flooding back to him now. How he'd ended up at that bar, what he saw at night when he closed his eyes.
You have the body, Freddy Kruger's voice rang out in his mind. And it's all ready for anyone to enter, even me.
"No," Jesse mumbled again. Grady was gone. It was just him now, lying on the ground now as the other boys whose names he couldn't remember pulled off his shirt, pawed at his body.
And the worst part was, after all of that. After all that warring and pain inside his head, he couldn't deny it anymore. He may have wanted something real with Grady. Hell, maybe even with Schneider too. But none of that paled in comparison to how much he truly want this.
He let out a moan, arching his back as the next cock entered him.
Title: Locked Out
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge
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spooktoberchallenge, Day 27: Lock
Rating: General Audiences (A single use of the word "Fuck")
Word Count: 1508
Characters/Pairings: Ron Grady/Jesse Walsh, Lisa Webber
Notes/Warnings: Fluff I wrote as part of a way to detox from the above fic.
Summary: Lisa walks in on Jesse and Grady kissing at her Halloween Party.
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"Lisa!"
Grady jerked his head back, looking into Jesse's wide, scared eyes before turning to face the girl in the doorway just as her drink fell to the floor.
"Sorry!" She yelped, her voice pitching so high it squeaked, before turning around and rushing away.
In all the years Grady had known her, he'd never seen Lisa Webber that thrown off her game. Sure, she was more quiet and reserved than the other girls, but she always had this level of cool control to her. Like, you got the sense that no matter what life through at her, she'd find some way to deal with it.
Though, to be fair, it wasn't every day a girl walked in on the boy she liked making out with his best friend at a party she'd thrown in her own house.
"I should talk to her," Jesse said, slowly pushing Grady off of him. "Fuck, I should've talked to her a while ago."
"Hey," Grady said, grabbing his wrist, taken aback by how violently he was trembling. "You need to calm down first. Maybe I should go talk to her instead?"
Jesse opened his mouth like he was going to protest, but nothing came out. Instead he shrugged helplessly.
It was a shame, really. Jesse acting all flustered in a welder's costume that looked about two sizes too big on him was weirdly adorable. Grady had to restrain himself from pinning him up against the wall and kissing him again.
That's why we're in this mess, He thought to himself, giving Jesse a reassuring smile before turning around and walking back out to the party.
The Webbers had really outdone themselves. Even though the pool was closed for the season, they'd still pulled out all the stops. He'd never seen so many jack-o-lanterns, bats, skeletons, and fake spiderwebs in his entire life. Instead of the grill, they'd put out a small table with a giant punch bowl along with a dozen pizzas.
The guests hadn't skimped either, and Grady was surprised that most of them had gone for full-on scary costumes rather than sexy ones. Frankly, he felt a little out of place dressed as James Dean of all things, especially since it wasn't a huge leap from how he normally dressed.
Lisa Webber looked perfectly at home as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. All she was missing was a little dog to carry around. Though the effect was a bit ruined by the tears streaming down her face as she did her best to disappear into a corner at her own party.
"Lisa!" Grady shouted over the music as he got closer. She looked up at him, eyes wide and puffy, but made no move to run away again. "Can we talk?"
She silently looked down at the ground, pushing her way past a group of their classmates having a contest to see who could shotgun a beer the fastest. He followed close behind as she walked into the back door of her house, shutting and locking the door behind him.
"Oh, now you remember to lock it," Lisa said dryly under her breath, and Grady couldn't stop himself from laughing.
"Sorry! I know this isn't funny," he said, holding up his hands as she stared up at him with a hurt expression. "Jesse wanted to talk to you himself but… Lisa, he's terrified."
"Am I really that scary?" She said, in that moment looking smaller, more fragile than ever.
Grady felt his stomach twist, and found himself unable to maintain eye contact. "Look, we never meant to hurt you. It's just that… with two guys… When people around here think about queers, they think about Schneider. He was scared… We were scared that if people found out, everyone would look at us like we were gross freaks like him."
"You two think so little of me," She said, a sharp edge to her voice. Grady looked up to see her staring at him furiously. "I care about both of you!"
"But that's it though," Grady said. "We both care about you too. Jesse's been tying himself in knots trying to find ways to tell you. He hated not being honest with you. He's so scared you're going to hate him."
Lisa stared at him, and Grady wondered if he had said the completely wrong thing before she shook her head.
"I'm mad he… well, we weren't together or anything. I just…" She sighed, her shoulders slumping. "In my pool house?"
"I mean, I've kissed him a lot of other places too," he said, shrugging sheepishly.
Lisa laughed. Not a cruel laugh, or an ironic one. She still seemed sad, but was that was… lifting, just a little bit.
"I'm really sorry for taking him. I know you had dibs and all. He's just so…" Grady beamed, thinking about that first time they hung back after baseball, their clothes stained with grass and dirt, and kissed under the bleachers. Jesse had started laughing almost immediately and they had to try again. "Well… you know."
"Yeah," she smiled softly, her gaze suddenly distant, before snapping herself back to the present. "Seriously though, if you're going to kiss him here, at least lock the door. Imagine if Kerry had walked in on you guys instead."
"Oh, she probably would've stayed and watched," Grady grinned, flexing his arm. "Don't think we haven't heard her little comments when you girls are leering at us play sports."
"Okay, okay," she shook her head. "Look, you can tell Jesse I'm not mad and I'm not gonna tell anyone. Just… take care of him, I guess? God that sounds so weird…"
"No, I get what you mean," Grady said earnestly.
Jesse was delicate. When he'd first moved to Springwood he'd had a bought of insomnia so bad he had to go to the hospital, and it wasn't exactly a secret that his dad was a massive piece of work. But even without all of that, there was something about Jesse that made you want to protect him. Hell, when he first started having feelings for the guy, he thought that was all it amounted to.
But now he would do anything to see that boy smile. To make sure he was safe. And it was reassuring to know that, whatever happened now, he knew there was someone else who felt the same way, even knowing everything.
"Okay, you checked on me. I'm fine," Lisa smiled at him, but that sadness was still there. He suspected it would be there for a while longer. "Now go make sure your boyfriend's okay."
"I- we, uh," Grady shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the ceiling nervously. "I mean, we haven't really made it official or anything yet."
"You mean you aren't mounting him nightly?" Lisa asked, and Grady rolled his head down, staring at her in open shock. "What?" She asked, tilting her head teasingly, "Don't think I haven't heard your little comments when you boys are leering at me while you play sports."
Grady shook his head, collecting himself as Lisa wiped her face. A few minutes later, they were back out in the party like nothing had happened.
Jesse, on the other hand, was practically hyperventilating when Grady got back to the pool house.
"Dude, chill," Grady said, grabbing him by the shoulder and looking him straight in the eye. "She's fine with it."
"She... she is?" Jesse said, staring at him incredulously.
Grady let him go, before immediately punching him in the shoulder. "I wouldn't lie to you about something like that, man. I mean, she's heartbroken, but she's not mad at us for being queer."
"That's a relief, I think," Jesse said. Grady could see his body physically relax, though he still had that guilty look on his face.
"Hey, look at me," Grady grabbed Jesse by the chin, and with his other hand he pulled off the welder's mask off the top of Jesse's head, his blond locks clinging to his head with sweat. "We're not doing anything wrong, okay? Broken hearts happen in high school. And I'm not going to feel guilty for kissing my boyfriend."
Jesse stared at him, eyes widening with shock before a huge, bright smile spread across his face. "You… want to be my boyfriend?"
"Don't get all sappy about it man," Grady teased, but he could feel his own heart doing back-flips. He couldn't wait any longer, and before Jesse could respond, he leaned over and kissed him again.
"Hey man," Jesse said, pulling away. "Did you remember to lock the door? I don't want anyone interrupting me and my boyfriend."
Grady laughed, feeling so giddy he was practically jumping out of his skin. "Oh? You two gonna be doing a lot of kissing?"
"And maybe some other things," Jesse said as he nodded toward the door, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Grady gulped, before making a mad dash to the door and fumbling with the lock, grinning like an idiot.
Happy Freakin' Halloween.
Title: The Coach and the Pretty Boy, Part 2
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge
Challenge: Kinktober, Day 31: Mix/Match Your Own Prompts (I used... a lot)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4492
Characters/Pairings: Coach Schneider/Jesse Walsh, Ron Grady/Jesse Walsh, Kerry Hellman, Freddy Krueger
Notes/Warnings: Jesse is canonically eighteen, but this story depicts a graphic sexual relationship between a teacher and a high school student. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
Summary: Jesse enters into a risky and intense sexual relationship with Coach Schneider. But as the arrangement starts to get more intense, Jesse is left questioning his own motivations for being a part of it.
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"You okay man?"
"I'm great!" Jesse said, maybe a bit more enthusiastically than he should have. But Grady simply shrugged, turning his attention back to his lunch as if he hadn't asked.
Jesse had spent the day after losing his virginity in bed, too exhausted to move. He had no idea how he'd managed to find his way back home, but his parents didn't push him to go to school since it was clear how exhausted he was, though he suspected it wasn't from lack of trying.
When he woke up the next day though, he felt completely refreshed. It was like the mental torment he'd put himself through was nothing but a dream. Hell, he was certain it was, since he couldn't remember anything about it.
Everything that happened with Coach Schneider was completely, one hundred percent real, though.
They hadn't done anything anywhere near as intense as their encounter that first night. Schneider didn't even treat him any differently on the field either. It was only when they were alone, when Jesse arrived early to drop something off at his office, or stayed late to perform some made up chore in the locker room, that they had any alone time together.
Jesse decided he really liked kissing. He got the impression Schneider didn't have much interest in it, but he allowed Jesse to have his fun with it since it was the easiest thing for them to do at school. They didn't dare go to his house, and Schneider was wary about going back to the bar. Apparently the bartender hadn't been thrilled by their little show, and Schneider told Jesse that he didn't want them drawing any more attention then they already had - no matter how much Jesse liked the attention.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't getting a bit restless. After all, some kissing and the odd handjob wasn't the same as being bred like an animal in front of all those people, or making love in the showers while talking about all kinds of dirty things.
That was the only part Jesse really felt badly about. He'd turned one of his only friends into wank material, but talked to him every day like nothing had changed except that he was better rested.
He sighed, letting his mind wander as he cast his gaze around the lunchroom. Lisa was still in line, but Kerry was arguing with some guy about… something. Frankly, it felt a little strange to be part of something so illicit and exciting when all of his classmates lives' continued with the normal teen drama.
Well, it had been anyway. Jesse wondered how long making out with his coach every morning would hold the same luster.
Kerry's life was apparently more eventful than he gave it credit for, though. She stormed away from the guy she'd been arguing with and toward the lunch table, unceremoniously dumping her tray on the table and casting a glare across the cafeteria. "That jerk!"
"Uhhhhhh." Grady said, staring across at Jesse, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"What?" Kerry snapped, looking down, only to change her tone immediately once she realized that she'd inadvertently sent the entire contents of her tray into Jesse's lap.
-----
Jesse's hand shook as he turned the dial of the locker. He'd accidentally left his change of clothes at home, so Grady had generously allowed him to borrow a pair of his.
He cast his eyes around warily. Some of the girls were running drills out on the field, but otherwise no one else had gym or practice at this time, so the locker room was deserted. He turned back to the locker, carefully giving the dial one last turn before he heard a familiar click.
He pulled the door open, his breath catching in his throat. He'd been thinking about this the entire time he was rinsing himself off, but to actually do it, to hold Grady's clothes in his hands like this was something different altogether. He felt the familiar guilt wash over him, before he forced it out of his brain. Grady said it was fine, so he wasn't doing anything wrong.
It was after he took the clothes out of the locker, and saw the jockstrap sitting at the bottom, that he knew he would do something wrong after all.
His underwear hadn't been impacted by the spill, but he shimmied them off anyway, sighing as his hard cock was freed from the strain of the fabric. Casting his eyes around again just to be sure he was alone, he stood there for a moment, staring down at the jock, before putting it up to his face and inhaling deeply.
Fuck, it's so ripe.
It took all of his self control not to just start furiously jerking off right then and there. He had just enough presence of mind left to know that was a bad idea. Instead, a different idea began to form itself in his mind. He looked down at the jock, his mind dizzy from the aroma, and decided he was going to do something very, very bad.
-----
Schneider didn't look up when Jesse entered his his office. The shades were drawn, as they often were, the overhead lights alone illuminating all the pictures and trophies that lined the walls and shelves.
"What are you doing here?" Schneider asked, looking up.
Jesse was taken aback by the edge to his voice, but stepped forward anyway. He was too turned on, he needed this right now.
"I wanted to see you," Jesse said, trying to sound as light and seductive as he could. "There was a little spill in the cafeteria, so I had to borrow some clothes,"
Schneider put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, looking him up and down. A slight blush crossed his face, "Ron Grady's."
"You were right, Coach," Jesse said, liking the way the word rolled off of his tongue. "It feels so good, I just couldn't wait to show you."
"God," Schneider said incredulously, though Jesse could tell he wasn't mad. After all, he had that same hunger in his eyes. "Come here."
Jesse reached back and turned the deadbolt on the door, a movement that was practically muscle memory, before walking over to Schneider. He straddled the older man, slinking down deep into his lap before pulling him into a kiss.
After a few minutes they broke apart, a line of drool connecting their mouths as they parted.
Schneider let out a laugh, "What am I gonna do with you, kid? You can't just come in here whenever you want."
"I want more than this coach," Jesse groaned. "You were right about me, that night in the showers. I wanna do all kinds of naughty things. I want you to show me how. Look how turned on it makes me."
He slivered out of Schneider's lap, looking him dead in the eye as he grabbed the elastic of Grady's gym shorts as teasingly pulled them down.
Schneider sucked in a breath, and Jesse smirked. He'd never felt this kind of power before in his life. Unraveling his coach like this made him feel desired, sexy, like he do anything or have anyone.
And right now, he desperately needed some cock.
He got down on his knees, not waiting permission before he tugged on Schneider's sweatpants. The older man took the hint and raised his hips slightly, allowing the boy to pull them down further and free his hardening dick.
Jesse had only given him head once, an experiment that ended prematurely when he started to get tired from keeping his teeth in check. Other than that, though, Jesse loved getting to taste a dick for real, especially one so impressive. One that had already been inside of him. Even if it had been a bit too much for him right off the bat.
Not that the same applied now - he just needed to get it hard and wet. And after a few minutes of strategic licking, Schneider's cock was fully hard. He even slapped Jesse in the face with it a few times, an act that only made Jesse make a mental note to try giving a blowjob in earnest again soon.
But now, he needed something else.
He stood up, staring at Schneider directly once more as he straddled the man once more. The coach looked up at him, realization dawning on his face. But before he could say anything, Jesse pushed the cockhead against his entrance, already slick with lube, and began impaling himself on it.
"Jesus Christ kid," Schneider said, grabbing him by the hips.
Jesse felt his temple pulse. He didn't like it when Schneider called him kid. It made him feel small and incompetent. He was a man who knew what he wanted and what he was doing, but this was still something he could work with.
"How many students like me have you fucked, Coach?" Jesse asked, lowering himself slowly - achingly so - as he spoke. "Tell me."
"A couple," Schneider said, panting. Jesse suspected the red tinge on his cheeks wasn't entirely from the sex. Good, he liked it when he was riled up like this. "It's been a while. When I was younger, more fit, I'd sometimes show one of the seniors a good time in the locker room."
"You never got caught though," Jesse said, practically giddy from egging the man on. "Even with the rumors?"
"You'd be surprised what guys are okay with," Schneider said, clearly starting to get angry. "Certain guys, more than you'd think, just wanna feel good, have a tight hole to shoot their wad into."
"Is that what I am to you coach?" Jesse said, taking the final inch inside of him, "A tight hole? A schoolboy who you just want to make feel good?"
If the other night had unlocked something in him, he clearly struck a nerve with Schneider, because he took him in a way he never thought he'd dare during school hours. Jesse momentarily thought he'd struck his head, only to realize he was seeing stars from the way Schneider was pummeling his prostate. He could feel papers and pens under his back on the desk as Schneider pounded into him, and it took all of his self control to keep himself from screaming.
Before he knew it, it was over. With one final thrust, Schneider unloaded into Jesse's guts, looking down at the teenager with a crazed kind of lust that he'd never seen on the man's face before.
He felt his cock slide against the now-sticky fabric of the jockstrap. In the intensity of the assault he hadn't realized he'd cum. But instead of the usual lull of drowsiness he felt a rush of adrenaline, like he'd just progressed further.
Schneider unceremoniously pulled out, throwing Jesse a towel as he lay on the desk, softly whimpering.
"Meet me in the locker room tonight," Schneider said, looking away. His voice had a weight to it he'd heard before but couldn't quite place. "Same clothes you're wearing now. We're going to have some fun."
"I'm glad they fit you."
Jesse turned to see Grady giving him the once over, and he felt himself blush involuntarily. He'd done a good job cleaning himself off but hadn't showered again. He'd wanted coach's cum inside him a little longer. Only now did he realize how stupid that impulse was.
"Thanks again for lending them to me," Jesse said, before hastily adding, "Took a while to get that sauce out of my hair though."
"Yeah," Grady laughed, leaning against the locker. "I was wondering what took you so long."
Jesse felt his heart skip a few beats, but he simply nodded and closed his locker.
"Listen man, I dunno how to say this so I'm just gonna come right out with it," Grady said, his eyes dead serious as they bored into Jesse. "I was joking around last week when I was talking about Schneider, but you should still be careful around him."
"What do you mean?" Jesse asked, trying to keep himself calm.
"Look, if he was just queer, fine, whatever," Jesse shrugged. "But there are whispers he's into some seriously kinky shit. That about ten years ago he was having sex with a couple of his students right here in the school."
"That's messed up," Jesse said, feeling his stomach drop.
"Don't worry too much about it," Grady waved his hand, apparently sending Jesse's uneasiness. "It's probably all bullshit, but since he has you staying late and doing chores for him… just keep an eye out in case he tries anything, okay?"
"Yeah, definitely," Jesse said, forcing himself to make eye contact. There was no way he could know. No way he could figure it out. He'd never look at him the same way again if he knew.
Grady stared at him for one more beat before breaking out into a smile. "Sorry for getting all heavy there and shit. I just worry about you sometimes man. I know Lisa does too."
"Thanks man," Jesse said, his stomach twisting in knots as the sticky sensation in his shorts reminded him what he was. "I really appreciate it."
They spoke for another minute before Grady turned to leave for his History class. As Jesse turned, he caught sight of Schneider talking to a few of other members of the baseball team. He glanced up and gave Jesse a curt nod, before turning his attention back to the conversation.
Jesse looked down at the ground, balling his hand into a fist. What kind of man was he turning into?
-----
The school looked the same as it had the other night he'd come, only this time he felt much more present, more aware of his surroundings.
He felt equal parts excited and depressed, knowing what he had to do. What he had with Schneider couldn't last, they both knew it, but he couldn't just quit cold turkey when he'd pushed himself this far. This would be the last time, and he was gonna make it count.
Beyond all of this newfound shame and self-preservation, he still felt like there was a part of this he was overlooking. But no matter how long or how intensely he thought about it, he couldn't think of what it could possibly be. And now, standing at the entrance to the locker room, light spilling out into the hallway, he could quite shake the feeling that this was going to end badly.
He stepped inside anyway.
Schneider was was leaning against the lockers, lazily reading a book with a shirtless young man on the cover. He looked up as Jesse approached, bending down to place the book on the ground and pick up a bottle of lube.
"Assume the position."
"Yes sir," Jesse said, but he knew he wasn't into this the way he had been. Hell, he'd even washed Grady's clothes when he'd gotten home when the sensation had become too overwhelming, so as he shimmied out of the gym shorts and draped himself over the changing bench, he realized the whole process felt kind of sterile.
"What's wrong?" Schneider said, reaching down and caressing Jesse's cheek. "What happened to that slut who came strutting into my office today?"
"Just a little tired," Jesse said, faking a smile.
"Well, we'll just have to fix that then, won't we?" Schneider said, doing nothing to hide the agitation in his voice.
Smack.
He'd brought his hand down and smacked Jesse's bare butt cheeks with a resounding clap, making Jesse let out a yelp.
"Look alive," Schneider said, almost like he was running a drill.
"Yes sir," Jesse said, bracing himself as the man reached down again. Only this time, Schneider began caressing his ass, running his fingers teasingly over his hole in a way that felt familiar.
"Damn kid," he said, sliding in two fingers at once. "You've really gotten good at this. You been touching yourself at home?"
"Yes sir," Jesse repeated, leaving the part where he only thought about Grady when he did unsaid.
"Someone's getting bored with our arrangement, huh?" Schneider said. "This afternoon you jumped me in my office. Only like it when it's risky now?"
Jesse didn't quite know how to respond, but before he needed to, he felt another two fingers enter him, and he immediately grabbed the bench underneath him.
Damn it. He'd never taken four fingers before. Was coach actually mad at him?
"Sorry boy," he said, "gotta make sure you're ready."
"Ready?" Jesse asked, before Schneider thrust his fingers back in, angling his fingers down toward his prostate. He let out an involuntary moan, closing his eyes and leaning forward.
This was more like it.
"You think about him?" Schneider asked, slightly lulling Jesse out of his gaze as he continued to fuck him with his fingers.
"Think about who?" Jesse mumbled.
"Your friend Grady. How does it feel getting fucked when you're wearing his clothes?"
"Fucking incredible," Jesse said, the first thing he had with conviction all night.
"You hear that Ron?"
Jesse opened his eyes, snapping his head up and staring up in shock.
No. Oh god.
Grady was standing in the doorway, his own sickly horror reflected in his friend's face.
Jesse desperately struggled to find the words, any words really. This couldn't be happening. He felt something wet on his face, and he realized he was crying.
"Grady, I-" he choked out, before Schneider violently thrust his fingers directly down on his prostate once more, causing him to gasp and double over onto the bench. He heard Schneider let out a laugh.
"What do you say, Ron? This slut is completely hot for you. You going to deny him?"
Jesse stared down at the floor, trying not to throw up. His life was over. Grady would never talk to him again, and it would only be a matter of time before the whole school-
"Get your hands off him."
Grady's voice shook, and Jesse looked up, surprised at how angry the boy looked. For his part, Schneider pulled his fingers out, stepping away and holding his hands up in a placating motion.
"He's all yours."
Jesse stared up at Grady, his eyes still clouded with tears. "Grady…"
"I thought you were my friend," Grady's voice cracked. Jesse felt his stomach lurch.
"I'm so sorry," Jesse said, struggling to pull himself up off the bench. His legs felt like jelly, and his mind and body felt like they could collapse in on themselves at my moment.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Grady said, grabbing his crotch, staring daggers at Jesse as he swayed unsteadily on his feet.
"I- it's not like that," Jesse said.
"Isn't it?" Grady said, advancing on him. "You're wearing my clothes and letting this freak fuck you while you talk about me. It's just some kind of sick game to you, isn't it?"
"No…"
Jesse slept back, but felt his knees begin to buckle under him. Just as he thought he was going to crash to the ground, cracking his head open on the bench or the lockers, he felt Grady grab him by the arm.
Felt Grady pull him back up.
Felt Grady kiss him.
There was nothing warm or kind about this kiss. He could feel the anger emanating from the other boy, from the way his lips pressed violently against his own, to the way his grip on his arm continued to tighten.
After a minute, they parted, Jesse gasping for air, his whole body shaking. He felt overwhelmed, conflicting emotions coursing through him as he stared at his friend, who looked back at him angrily.
No, it wasn't that. Jesse could sense that Grady's anger was gone, every ounce of it channeled into their kiss.
The look in his eyes now? It was pity.
"Grady-"
"Assume the position," Grady said, his voice forceful, controlled. He let go of Jesse's arm, leaving a red impression that he knew was going to turn into a bruise.
Jesse gulped, slowly lowering himself back down onto the bench, not daring to take his eyes off Grady. The other boy continued to stare at him, and once he was fully back to form, Grady began undoing his belt.
Jesse stared up in wonder. He'd seen Grady undress in here before, but never like this. Every tug, every piece of clothing discarded.
He knows I'm enjoying this, he realized, just as Grady lowered his boxers. Fuck!
Grady's cock was beautiful. It was almost as big as his own, but he could tell it was a bit thicker. And combined with that body, looming over him…
Nothing from his fantasies came anywhere close to this.
"If I knew you wanted it this bad, I would've fucked you sooner," Grady said as he circled behind him. Jesse felt his breath catch in his throat, feeling Grady caress his ass for the first time, spread his legs for the first time…
"Damn," Grady said, a decided edge to his voice. "You gave it up to this old man a lot, huh?"
"Yeah…" Jesse said, his voice hollow.
He glanced up to see Schneider watching them silently. He'd discarded his pants at some point, and was openly touching himself as he watched the two teens.
He saw that expression again, that one he caught flashes of but could never quite place. He recognized it for what it was now. It was complete and utter contempt.
He hated Schneider.
Jesse felt his cock strain against the jockstrap, as the sensation of Grady rubbing is hard, pulsing cock between his ass cheeks suddenly and completely overtook him.
"Damn," Grady whispered, almost in wonder, "You want me to just put it in?"
Jesse's breathing became ragged, staring down at the ground as a mixture of sweat and tears dripped off his face. "Yeah."
Without any further warning, Grady thrust inside of him.
Jesse yelled out, the feeling consuming him in a way that nothing else ever had. None of the times Schneider had fucked him had come anywhere close to this kind of exhilaration, this kind of pain.
Grady didn't wait for him to adjust, immediately pistoning himself in and out of the other boy, causing Jesse to cry out more as the sensation reduced him to a sobbing, incoherent mess.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he mumbled with each thrust. His brain felt like it was on fire.
Grady grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up off the bench without breaking his pace, thrusting upward into him.
Jesse opened his eyes, staring up into Schneider's face before immediately closing them again. No, not like this.
"You like having your boyfriend watch?" Grady hissed, and for the first time that evening Jesse felt a flash of real, overwhelming anger. Anger at Schneider, anger at Grady, anger at himself.
He clenched down as hard and he could, and Grady stopped, letting out a hiss.
"Fuck, you have such a nice ass," Grady groaned.
"Just shut up and fuck me." Jesse screamed, his voice suddenly clear. He hated this. Hated it so much that he was hard again, craving the feeling of Grady's cock entering him again.
Grady let go of his hair, wrapping his arms around Jesse's stomach and pulling his back up against his chest. Jesse could smell him now, his scent more intense than it had ever been on his clothes. Fuck, he was still wearing Grady's clothes.
Jesse's cock pressed painfully against the jockstrap, his arousal on full display as Grady began hammering into him again, using Jesse as his own personal flashlight. Fuck, he loved this. He needed Grady to fill him up, claim him completely. To own him.
He hadn't noticed the other figures enter the room.
By the time he did, it felt like Grady had been fucking him for hours. For a time, it was as if everything and everyone had faded away and it had just been the two of them, screwing like the crazed, horny teens they were.
And now there were three more of them.
Jesse recognized them instantly, remembered Schneider talking to them in the hallway that afternoon. Only now, as he looked up at them, watching him, he felt their eyes crawling over his body with a type of hunger he recognized. Schneider had that same hunger on his face as he stood in that same spot by the lockers, watching Grady fuck him.
You have the body…
Jesse felt dizzy. He didn't know what he was feeling anymore. The only thing grounding him anymore was Grady's scent, his touch. His hard body against him and inside of him. This is what he'd wanted all along, wasn't it?
Grady's breath was ragged, and Jesse heard him growl in his ear, like an animal in heat claiming his mate. The sound pushed him over the edge and he felt himself release everything. Every loud, confusing emotion spilling out of him as he shot his wad into the jockstrap once again. Grady held him, pulling him close, filling him up with his cum.
And then it was over.
It was sudden. One moment, he and Grady were one. The next, Jesse felt him pull out, felt their bodies separate. Felt himself fall to the floor in a heap, eyes staring up at the blazing lights on the ceiling.
"Grady?" He whispered. But he couldn't see his friend anywhere. He twisted his head, looking around as the other boys circles him.
"Grady?" He said again, louder this time. His body felt like lead. His brain faintly registered the sensation of the jockstrap being removed, the sticky mess spilling onto him as it was discarded.
"Don't ever talk to me again."
He rolled his head, finally spotting Grady by the door, his clothes gathered in his arms as he faced away from him.
"No," Jesse choked out, staring at Grady's back. This couldn't be happening.
It is.
He knew that voice, the one clawing inside his mind. It all came flooding back to him now. How he'd ended up at that bar, what he saw at night when he closed his eyes.
You have the body, Freddy Kruger's voice rang out in his mind. And it's all ready for anyone to enter, even me.
"No," Jesse mumbled again. Grady was gone. It was just him now, lying on the ground now as the other boys whose names he couldn't remember pulled off his shirt, pawed at his body.
And the worst part was, after all of that. After all that warring and pain inside his head, he couldn't deny it anymore. He may have wanted something real with Grady. Hell, maybe even with Schneider too. But none of that paled in comparison to how much he truly want this.
He let out a moan, arching his back as the next cock entered him.
Title: Locked Out
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge
Challenge:
spooktoberchallenge, Day 27: LockRating: General Audiences (A single use of the word "Fuck")
Word Count: 1508
Characters/Pairings: Ron Grady/Jesse Walsh, Lisa Webber
Notes/Warnings: Fluff I wrote as part of a way to detox from the above fic.
Summary: Lisa walks in on Jesse and Grady kissing at her Halloween Party.
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"Lisa!"
Grady jerked his head back, looking into Jesse's wide, scared eyes before turning to face the girl in the doorway just as her drink fell to the floor.
"Sorry!" She yelped, her voice pitching so high it squeaked, before turning around and rushing away.
In all the years Grady had known her, he'd never seen Lisa Webber that thrown off her game. Sure, she was more quiet and reserved than the other girls, but she always had this level of cool control to her. Like, you got the sense that no matter what life through at her, she'd find some way to deal with it.
Though, to be fair, it wasn't every day a girl walked in on the boy she liked making out with his best friend at a party she'd thrown in her own house.
"I should talk to her," Jesse said, slowly pushing Grady off of him. "Fuck, I should've talked to her a while ago."
"Hey," Grady said, grabbing his wrist, taken aback by how violently he was trembling. "You need to calm down first. Maybe I should go talk to her instead?"
Jesse opened his mouth like he was going to protest, but nothing came out. Instead he shrugged helplessly.
It was a shame, really. Jesse acting all flustered in a welder's costume that looked about two sizes too big on him was weirdly adorable. Grady had to restrain himself from pinning him up against the wall and kissing him again.
That's why we're in this mess, He thought to himself, giving Jesse a reassuring smile before turning around and walking back out to the party.
The Webbers had really outdone themselves. Even though the pool was closed for the season, they'd still pulled out all the stops. He'd never seen so many jack-o-lanterns, bats, skeletons, and fake spiderwebs in his entire life. Instead of the grill, they'd put out a small table with a giant punch bowl along with a dozen pizzas.
The guests hadn't skimped either, and Grady was surprised that most of them had gone for full-on scary costumes rather than sexy ones. Frankly, he felt a little out of place dressed as James Dean of all things, especially since it wasn't a huge leap from how he normally dressed.
Lisa Webber looked perfectly at home as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. All she was missing was a little dog to carry around. Though the effect was a bit ruined by the tears streaming down her face as she did her best to disappear into a corner at her own party.
"Lisa!" Grady shouted over the music as he got closer. She looked up at him, eyes wide and puffy, but made no move to run away again. "Can we talk?"
She silently looked down at the ground, pushing her way past a group of their classmates having a contest to see who could shotgun a beer the fastest. He followed close behind as she walked into the back door of her house, shutting and locking the door behind him.
"Oh, now you remember to lock it," Lisa said dryly under her breath, and Grady couldn't stop himself from laughing.
"Sorry! I know this isn't funny," he said, holding up his hands as she stared up at him with a hurt expression. "Jesse wanted to talk to you himself but… Lisa, he's terrified."
"Am I really that scary?" She said, in that moment looking smaller, more fragile than ever.
Grady felt his stomach twist, and found himself unable to maintain eye contact. "Look, we never meant to hurt you. It's just that… with two guys… When people around here think about queers, they think about Schneider. He was scared… We were scared that if people found out, everyone would look at us like we were gross freaks like him."
"You two think so little of me," She said, a sharp edge to her voice. Grady looked up to see her staring at him furiously. "I care about both of you!"
"But that's it though," Grady said. "We both care about you too. Jesse's been tying himself in knots trying to find ways to tell you. He hated not being honest with you. He's so scared you're going to hate him."
Lisa stared at him, and Grady wondered if he had said the completely wrong thing before she shook her head.
"I'm mad he… well, we weren't together or anything. I just…" She sighed, her shoulders slumping. "In my pool house?"
"I mean, I've kissed him a lot of other places too," he said, shrugging sheepishly.
Lisa laughed. Not a cruel laugh, or an ironic one. She still seemed sad, but was that was… lifting, just a little bit.
"I'm really sorry for taking him. I know you had dibs and all. He's just so…" Grady beamed, thinking about that first time they hung back after baseball, their clothes stained with grass and dirt, and kissed under the bleachers. Jesse had started laughing almost immediately and they had to try again. "Well… you know."
"Yeah," she smiled softly, her gaze suddenly distant, before snapping herself back to the present. "Seriously though, if you're going to kiss him here, at least lock the door. Imagine if Kerry had walked in on you guys instead."
"Oh, she probably would've stayed and watched," Grady grinned, flexing his arm. "Don't think we haven't heard her little comments when you girls are leering at us play sports."
"Okay, okay," she shook her head. "Look, you can tell Jesse I'm not mad and I'm not gonna tell anyone. Just… take care of him, I guess? God that sounds so weird…"
"No, I get what you mean," Grady said earnestly.
Jesse was delicate. When he'd first moved to Springwood he'd had a bought of insomnia so bad he had to go to the hospital, and it wasn't exactly a secret that his dad was a massive piece of work. But even without all of that, there was something about Jesse that made you want to protect him. Hell, when he first started having feelings for the guy, he thought that was all it amounted to.
But now he would do anything to see that boy smile. To make sure he was safe. And it was reassuring to know that, whatever happened now, he knew there was someone else who felt the same way, even knowing everything.
"Okay, you checked on me. I'm fine," Lisa smiled at him, but that sadness was still there. He suspected it would be there for a while longer. "Now go make sure your boyfriend's okay."
"I- we, uh," Grady shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the ceiling nervously. "I mean, we haven't really made it official or anything yet."
"You mean you aren't mounting him nightly?" Lisa asked, and Grady rolled his head down, staring at her in open shock. "What?" She asked, tilting her head teasingly, "Don't think I haven't heard your little comments when you boys are leering at me while you play sports."
Grady shook his head, collecting himself as Lisa wiped her face. A few minutes later, they were back out in the party like nothing had happened.
Jesse, on the other hand, was practically hyperventilating when Grady got back to the pool house.
"Dude, chill," Grady said, grabbing him by the shoulder and looking him straight in the eye. "She's fine with it."
"She... she is?" Jesse said, staring at him incredulously.
Grady let him go, before immediately punching him in the shoulder. "I wouldn't lie to you about something like that, man. I mean, she's heartbroken, but she's not mad at us for being queer."
"That's a relief, I think," Jesse said. Grady could see his body physically relax, though he still had that guilty look on his face.
"Hey, look at me," Grady grabbed Jesse by the chin, and with his other hand he pulled off the welder's mask off the top of Jesse's head, his blond locks clinging to his head with sweat. "We're not doing anything wrong, okay? Broken hearts happen in high school. And I'm not going to feel guilty for kissing my boyfriend."
Jesse stared at him, eyes widening with shock before a huge, bright smile spread across his face. "You… want to be my boyfriend?"
"Don't get all sappy about it man," Grady teased, but he could feel his own heart doing back-flips. He couldn't wait any longer, and before Jesse could respond, he leaned over and kissed him again.
"Hey man," Jesse said, pulling away. "Did you remember to lock the door? I don't want anyone interrupting me and my boyfriend."
Grady laughed, feeling so giddy he was practically jumping out of his skin. "Oh? You two gonna be doing a lot of kissing?"
"And maybe some other things," Jesse said as he nodded toward the door, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Grady gulped, before making a mad dash to the door and fumbling with the lock, grinning like an idiot.
Happy Freakin' Halloween.