A/N: This was originally a smut ficlet in my collection over on AO3, but I've been touching up on it here and there! Figured ffnet might enjoy it somewhat!
Wrote some more of this in NOLY for those of you interested. You can check it out here or on AO3, though clearly it's not going to be nearly as grossly pornographic ;)
It starts with a look. April's used to looks, especially at these types of conferences. It's surprising. Normally, she expects them to be away from where it's obvious she has a kid. They were the only two people waiting outside, sitting in the visitor's lobby across from each other while her daughter awaited punishment for a silly prank. Probably his, too. Normally, used to the looks, April ignores them as creepy pervs.
This guy, though, she meets his eyes. April's seen him a few times at the handful of PTO meetings she bothered attending before they kicked her out without warning which, as far as she's concerned, is fine.
"Yours get in trouble too?" he asks congenially, but he still looks at her like he's expecting an answer. He's tall, much taller than her, and a little burlier than the usual crowd.
"Yeah," she answers back. "Breaking eggs in some girl's locker."
His hair is brown marked in silver, and especially his rough patchwork beard, and April notices he has this lopsided grin that sharpens his already squarish jaw until he's a hard-faced, handsome older man. She certainly can't forget his thick arms, either. April crosses her legs.
"Whoa," he says awestruck and then breaks out into a warm chuckle. Very warm. "That sounds pretty awesome! Did they deserve it?"
April smirks. "Yeah, I guess," she shrugs, trying to hide the fact that she was pleasant with him. Normally she waited her turn at the Pawnee High School train of delinquents but this time…
"Mine skipped class all week… without telling me," he says low, and his voice rumbles. It's deep, extremely rough like chiseled stone, and April fidgets in place.
"Wow, what a rulebreaker," April says, rolling her eyes dramatically. "So extreme."
"Hey, he can totally cause a ruckus," he says with that same, stupid grin on his face. In contrast to the deep voice and heavy frame, it's the goofiest smile she's ever seen in her life. All teeth, all smile in the eyes.
"A ruckus? What are you, eighty?" April chuckles. She's been a little lonely lately, sure, but this isn't fair.
"No. I'm Andy," he says, sitting forward in his chair to offer his hand. She takes it, confused, and shakes.
What a stupid dad joke, she thinks.
His grip is quite strong, like he's trying to prove something. April rolls her eyes again. Typical machismo. And yet, when he grips her hand it's not viselike, it's just naturally strong and his veins along the top of his hand swell. His fingers are roughly calloused, blue-collar fashion all across almost-sanded palms, and his smile is genuine. His eyes are warm.
Very, very warm by now. April bites her bottom lip, knowing how dumb of a move it is. Still, Andy shifts in his position just a little too. She strains herself, forcing her gaze at his eyes rather than peeking.
"So, what? Is this the part where we get all buddy buddy and pretend we're friends so this conversation isn't the absolute worst thing on the planet?"
April's still holding onto his hand, waiting for Andy to say something. He pulls lightly, and that warmth lights up into a blaze. It doesn't drag her along towards him, but his grip is saying something. Or, rather, asking a question. April lifts her eyebrow curiously, pulling back herself.
"No, I think this is the part where we go back into that room over there–" he says, looking over his shoulder and pointing at a red door. April sees it instantly. Her mouth waters, and his voice gets even lower, quiet even. "I push you up against a wall, get that skirt around your ankles, and we fuck."
Whatever that heat was, it gave in and burst. Whatever feigned resistance melted when she squirmed on the spot.
Andy stood up, but didn't pull. He looked down at her, and April took a deep breath while trying to ignore the thick bulge near her face and keep his stare. He waits for her, merely holding her hand, and they walk to that room he gestured towards a moment ago. Inside was an empty classroom. The door closes behind her with a loud creak, and it's on.
His mouth comes crashing down on hers, the heavy weight behind him pushing her naturally against the door. It creaks again, and April moans without thinking. Thankfully, he catches most of it. She opens her mouth for him, and he darts.
"You better–" she says between the feverish kiss. "Keep your promise."
"Totally," he says with a grin and his hands go to her waist.
They're huge on her, gripping her whole. April gasps, closes her eyes and washes away in the sensation of his mouth against her neck.
His hands go to her legs, lifting them up until she's held up against his side. Andy moves forward until they're tightly wound together and her legs can wrap around him. She digs her heels into his back and Andy groans before giving her that lopsided grin.
It sparks tendrils of heat that scream out to her, all telling April she needs this. She can get Samantha after this, and Andy can certainly get his kid too. Right now, she needs his thick arms to hold her against him as he repositions and sets her up against a wall, setting her ass on the desk nestled there. His fingers grip her panties roughly underneath her skirt, and in one motion he pulls them down to her ankles and stands to his full height.
April dips her head forward and mouths the bulge of his cock against jeans. Throwing his head back, Andy puts his hand on the back of her head. April continues to motion along his clothed dick until she can feel his fingers dig into her hair. Unzipping him, she frees him in a breath and feels her mouth water all over again.
His grip is quite strong still.
"Is this for me?" she asks, chuckling, her hand gripping the base of his cock.
"You wanna find out?" he says back, smiling wide.
April suckles at his head for a bit, watching him groan in pleasure. The fingers in her hair cut a beautiful line straight to her chest and deeper, further, until she's choking for a moment and pulls back. Wet enough, she decides.
Standing up, April walks to the wall adjoining the administrative offices and faces it. Showing enough restraint, Andy watches her as she steps out of her underwear and gets rid of the skirt keeping them separate. He eyes her fingers delicately working a little zipper, then slowly watches as her reveal more, and then finally crosses that distance between.
"You wanna know something about me?" he asks, brushing his fingers up along her back before running back down to tease at her.
April feels like she could die right there. This was everything she wanted high school to be – rough fucks in abandoned rooms, dirty words and sexy older men.
Suffice to say, it was never that.
"What's that?" she asks coyly, pushing back so that her ass is barely in contact with his shaft. He sits proud and hard up along her, between her, head at her lower back. "What's your big secret?"
She looks down at his dick, laughing again. Andy grins and leans forward to kiss her again. The friction of his cock along her skin excites and reignites her.
"I always keep my promises," he says before lowering himself just a bit and sinking quickly into her.
April's whole body presses against the wall. Andy's hand reaches in front of her, fingers inching lower until he's threatening to play with her clit. She whines low, touches his wrist and pushes him further until he's keeping his promise. He thrusts harder into her, shoving her whole body forward, and meets her over her shoulder for another kiss while he pumps slowly. He builds speed, finds a pace where she's breathing hard into him and their hands are working her even more.
It only takes a few strokes before he groans out a warning. April basks in a handful more, spread around him and letting that dusky warmth consume her just a bit longer. He warns her again, and Andy pulls out of her, the thick cock she's begging to return emptying along the curve of her back. April doesn't care, it makes her feel something for once. Even if it was like she's debauched, wasn't that the point of this rendezvous? To feel this, and feel it hard? So April lets him come on her back and ass, drip along her, and then waits. She waits, looks over her shoulder, and Andy grins.
He falls to his knees and spreads her apart from behind with both hands. He dips forward, face pressed against her ass and tongue finding her wet and waiting for her release.
His tongue is honest, just like his promises.
And, God, she thinks while her mind falls into a white heat and she craves his fingers to join, he does keep his promises.