Title: I Really Wish You Hadn't Said That (part one of probably two)
Rating: PG, though next part will be NC17
Spoilers: Set during 'Bad Reputation', so potential spoilers for anything up to and including that point.
Authors Note: Kind of a short one, a prompt for the live journal Winner's community is to blame for this.
Warning: This chapter is perfectly safe, but the next one will involve kinkness and spanking
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
I Really Wish You Hadn't Said That
Will wasn't really sure when or where it started. Actually – that wasn't true at all. Of course he knew where it started. He just didn't really want to admit to himself that it had all began in the boys locker room... watching a boy, his student, shower. Er, no. No that's not right – he hadn't been watching him shower, he had been listening to him sing, while he just happened to be in the shower. Definitely listening and not watching. Really. It was that voice that had led him there, and that voice was why he stayed to watc- why he stayed to listen. And if he kept remembering flashes of Finn's hard, firm body, all wet and glistening – no, no, no. He really wasn't going to let his mind go there. Well, not again anyway. It seemed to be happening a little too frequently lately. No wait – what was he thinking? There really wasn't a frequency it was OK to be fantasising about his under age male student naked.
The problem was that telling himself the same thing over and over didn't seem to be doing any good. Lately, every single moment he had to himself the same images were going round and round in his head. It wasn't always the shower scene, and when it was it often seemed to drift into a 'what if' fantasy. What if Finn had been doing something a bit more private than just singing in the shower... What if he'd let Finn know he was watching... What if he'd just stripped off, got into the stall with him and grabbed that tight little – No, no, no. Must not go there.
Think about something else. Something that makes you feel bad. Like hiding pot in Finn's locker, that's normally enough to guilt yourself out of this. Except that really wasn't working lately either. Pretty soon it just becomes picturing Finn's face looking so vulnerable and desperate, hearing him tell you that he'd do anything, and then him practically offering to whip his dick out right there and pee. God... how many different ways has that whole scenario played out in your head Will? Bad enough that your thinking about him naked, but do all the fantasies really have to get so damn kinky? No way round it – you are going to hell.
The knock at the door provides a few wonderful seconds of distraction, until you remember who it is. It was time to grill Finn about 'the list'. Well that should definitely help. No way sitting in your office with the object of your wildly inappropriate crush and having to be all authoritative about about a list of how slutty he is (OK so he was actually only number six) could feed into your fantasies. None at all.
You rub you eye with the heel of your hand and let out a groan. Might as well get this over with.
"Come on in Finn."