fic: Looking Through the Window
Title: Looking Through the Window
Author: amysticka
Pairing: Implied Jensen/Jared, Jeff/Jared (Non-Con)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,018
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own meandering thoughts.
Warning: Non-graphic underage non-con.
Summary: AU. You don't see what you're doing to me; I keep on looking through the window again. “Not Sorry” by The Cranberries. ::One-Shot::
A/N: This is my first fanfiction I’ve written in over a year, and my first J2 RPS fic.
Feedback is <3. Constructive Criticism is welcome.
“Jared! Can you stay behind after class, please?”
“Sure, Mr. Morgan” Jared nodded, packing up his bag, while the rest of his classmates filed out of the room. “Hey, Chad, Can you tell Jensen to meet me by my locker in about 5 minutes? I gotta hang back for a couple minutes, but it shouldn’t take too long.”
“Sure, man.” Chad waved and left the classroom.
Mr. Jeff Morgan stood up from behind his desk, waiting for the last student to leave, before closing the door and turning back to face Jared.
“Jared, I wanted to talk to you,” Mr. Morgan started, sitting on the corner of his desk, “I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Jensen Ackles, and to be honest, I’m a little concerned. You’re my best student and I don’t want your marks to suffer because you’re being distracted by a boy like him.”
“A boy like him, sir?” Jared frowned. “Jensen is a really good guy. He’s really smart and he helps me study. I don’t think he’s a distraction at all. In fact, since we started studying together, I think my marks have gotten better.”
“Jared…”
“Sir, I appreciate your concern about my attention to my school work, but my grades are fine.” Jared persisted, knowing that he was still getting straight A’s, regardless of whether Jensen and he were together.
“Just fine isn’t good enough, Jared…” This time it was Mr. Morgan who frowned. “You have so much potential. I can only imagine what you could achieve, if only you had the right… motivation.”
Mr. Morgan stood from where he was perched on the desk and stepped toward Jared, lightly placing a hand on his arm. Jared’s eyes shot up to meet Mr. Morgan’s gaze as he took a step back.
“Jared… I’m offering to be your tutor, your mentor. Someone to help guide you, teach you things that cannot be taught in the classroom. And I think you would do well to take me up on my offer.” Mr. Morgan’s gaze seemed to darken as he took another step toward Jared, reaching for his arm again.
“Mr. Morgan -“
“Call me Jeff. I think we can be on more casual terms now, don’t you Jared?”
“Mr. Morgan,” Jared reasserted. “I don’t know what you’re implying, but I don’t think that any extra tutoring is necessary.” He took a couple quick steps back, unsure if Mr. Morgan was actually making these advances toward him, or if he was misjudging the situation. But whatever it was, Jared was uncomfortable and wanted to get out of there and see Jensen as soon as possible. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go…”
Jared moved towards the classroom door, grabbing his knapsack as he passed his desk, and twisted the door handle, only opening it two inches before it was slammed shut. Startled, Jared jumped back and bumped into the hard body behind him. Twisting around, Jared looked up into Mr. Morgan’s face, the older man’s arm still over his shoulder keeping the door shut.
“Now, Jared, why would you try to leave? I’m just trying to show you what a special student you are.” Mr. Morgan’s voice lowered as he moved forward and pressed up against Jared, pinning him back against the classroom door, his free hand coming to rest at the younger boy’s hip.
“Please…” Jared shivered, pushing against the older man’s chest. “Sir, I don’t… I can’t… please.”
“You don’t know what you do to me…” Mr. Morgan mumbled, dropping his hand from the door to Jared’s hips, gripping them and pulling him flush against his body, despite the younger man’s struggle.
Jared’s panicking now. He squirms in the older man’s grip, pushing and pulling, just trying to get away from his teacher, from the overpowering smell of cologne and the musky scent of arousal.
“Please, sir… please… God… I don’t… I can’t… please… let me go… please, please, please…” Jared’s vision begins to blur, his eyes fill with moisture that spills over his cheeks, while he begs and pleads for some divine intervention to stop this nightmare. It has to be a nightmare. “I don’t wanna do this… please, Mr. Morgan, please… let me go.”
“Jared…” Mr. Morgan moans his name, twist his fingers in his hair, slides his hand beneath his shirt. Jared pushes against his chest again… once, twice… then twists away, out of his grip, and tries to open the door again. He’s barely opened the damned thing before Mr. Morgan presses up against his back, pushing him into the door, his face against the window. Jared can feel Mr. Morgan’s hand on his hips again, circling forward around his waist and gripping the top button on his jeans, popping it open.
“No…” It comes out as a harsh whisper. “No.” Stronger this time. Jared can feel his zipper being lower. “No!” This time it comes as a strangled scream, as he feels the older man’s hand pushing inside his pants.
He can’t breathe, he can’t think, his heart is slamming against his chest… and he can’t breathe! He’s going to suffocate, he’s going to die, and the last thing he’ll remember is the feel of his jeans being pushed down and Mr. Morgan’s hot breath on his neck.
“No… Stop… Please…” Jared cries, a strangled sob catching in his throat, as he repeats his mantra, hoping that it will save him. “No… Stop… Please…”
“Jared, Jared, Jared….” Mr. Morgan whispers his name like a prayer as his pushes into the younger boy’s body.
Jared’s looking through the classroom door window again, praying that someone will come, someone will hear the sound of the door banging against the frame, that someone will hear his pleading voice.
“Please stop… please… please, please, please… just stop… please…”
Jared’s vision blurs again, the glass smudged with his tears as his face rubs against it with each thrust from behind. It must have been longer than 5 minutes now, Jensen must be wondering where he is, he has to be looking for him… right?
He just wants this to be over…
Part 2
Author: amysticka
Pairing: Implied Jensen/Jared, Jeff/Jared (Non-Con)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,018
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own meandering thoughts.
Warning: Non-graphic underage non-con.
Summary: AU. You don't see what you're doing to me; I keep on looking through the window again. “Not Sorry” by The Cranberries. ::One-Shot::
A/N: This is my first fanfiction I’ve written in over a year, and my first J2 RPS fic.
Feedback is <3. Constructive Criticism is welcome.
“Jared! Can you stay behind after class, please?”
“Sure, Mr. Morgan” Jared nodded, packing up his bag, while the rest of his classmates filed out of the room. “Hey, Chad, Can you tell Jensen to meet me by my locker in about 5 minutes? I gotta hang back for a couple minutes, but it shouldn’t take too long.”
“Sure, man.” Chad waved and left the classroom.
Mr. Jeff Morgan stood up from behind his desk, waiting for the last student to leave, before closing the door and turning back to face Jared.
“Jared, I wanted to talk to you,” Mr. Morgan started, sitting on the corner of his desk, “I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Jensen Ackles, and to be honest, I’m a little concerned. You’re my best student and I don’t want your marks to suffer because you’re being distracted by a boy like him.”
“A boy like him, sir?” Jared frowned. “Jensen is a really good guy. He’s really smart and he helps me study. I don’t think he’s a distraction at all. In fact, since we started studying together, I think my marks have gotten better.”
“Jared…”
“Sir, I appreciate your concern about my attention to my school work, but my grades are fine.” Jared persisted, knowing that he was still getting straight A’s, regardless of whether Jensen and he were together.
“Just fine isn’t good enough, Jared…” This time it was Mr. Morgan who frowned. “You have so much potential. I can only imagine what you could achieve, if only you had the right… motivation.”
Mr. Morgan stood from where he was perched on the desk and stepped toward Jared, lightly placing a hand on his arm. Jared’s eyes shot up to meet Mr. Morgan’s gaze as he took a step back.
“Jared… I’m offering to be your tutor, your mentor. Someone to help guide you, teach you things that cannot be taught in the classroom. And I think you would do well to take me up on my offer.” Mr. Morgan’s gaze seemed to darken as he took another step toward Jared, reaching for his arm again.
“Mr. Morgan -“
“Call me Jeff. I think we can be on more casual terms now, don’t you Jared?”
“Mr. Morgan,” Jared reasserted. “I don’t know what you’re implying, but I don’t think that any extra tutoring is necessary.” He took a couple quick steps back, unsure if Mr. Morgan was actually making these advances toward him, or if he was misjudging the situation. But whatever it was, Jared was uncomfortable and wanted to get out of there and see Jensen as soon as possible. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go…”
Jared moved towards the classroom door, grabbing his knapsack as he passed his desk, and twisted the door handle, only opening it two inches before it was slammed shut. Startled, Jared jumped back and bumped into the hard body behind him. Twisting around, Jared looked up into Mr. Morgan’s face, the older man’s arm still over his shoulder keeping the door shut.
“Now, Jared, why would you try to leave? I’m just trying to show you what a special student you are.” Mr. Morgan’s voice lowered as he moved forward and pressed up against Jared, pinning him back against the classroom door, his free hand coming to rest at the younger boy’s hip.
“Please…” Jared shivered, pushing against the older man’s chest. “Sir, I don’t… I can’t… please.”
“You don’t know what you do to me…” Mr. Morgan mumbled, dropping his hand from the door to Jared’s hips, gripping them and pulling him flush against his body, despite the younger man’s struggle.
Jared’s panicking now. He squirms in the older man’s grip, pushing and pulling, just trying to get away from his teacher, from the overpowering smell of cologne and the musky scent of arousal.
“Please, sir… please… God… I don’t… I can’t… please… let me go… please, please, please…” Jared’s vision begins to blur, his eyes fill with moisture that spills over his cheeks, while he begs and pleads for some divine intervention to stop this nightmare. It has to be a nightmare. “I don’t wanna do this… please, Mr. Morgan, please… let me go.”
“Jared…” Mr. Morgan moans his name, twist his fingers in his hair, slides his hand beneath his shirt. Jared pushes against his chest again… once, twice… then twists away, out of his grip, and tries to open the door again. He’s barely opened the damned thing before Mr. Morgan presses up against his back, pushing him into the door, his face against the window. Jared can feel Mr. Morgan’s hand on his hips again, circling forward around his waist and gripping the top button on his jeans, popping it open.
“No…” It comes out as a harsh whisper. “No.” Stronger this time. Jared can feel his zipper being lower. “No!” This time it comes as a strangled scream, as he feels the older man’s hand pushing inside his pants.
He can’t breathe, he can’t think, his heart is slamming against his chest… and he can’t breathe! He’s going to suffocate, he’s going to die, and the last thing he’ll remember is the feel of his jeans being pushed down and Mr. Morgan’s hot breath on his neck.
“No… Stop… Please…” Jared cries, a strangled sob catching in his throat, as he repeats his mantra, hoping that it will save him. “No… Stop… Please…”
“Jared, Jared, Jared….” Mr. Morgan whispers his name like a prayer as his pushes into the younger boy’s body.
Jared’s looking through the classroom door window again, praying that someone will come, someone will hear the sound of the door banging against the frame, that someone will hear his pleading voice.
“Please stop… please… please, please, please… just stop… please…”
Jared’s vision blurs again, the glass smudged with his tears as his face rubs against it with each thrust from behind. It must have been longer than 5 minutes now, Jensen must be wondering where he is, he has to be looking for him… right?
He just wants this to be over…
Part 2