steins_stories

Title: Detention Sucks
Author:

steinsgrrl
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content, Light Kink, Voyeurism
Summary: Bill's a naughty boy, but he's not the only one.
Author Note: Written for

allslashedout and

corpsekisses ♥♥♥

“Kaulitz, get in here. Now!”

Bill’s eyes widened and his head whipped around toward the stern voice coming from the World History classroom. Mr. Ferchichi scowled from the doorway, his hands on his hips.

“Sorry girls, I gotta go.” Bill glanced quickly at Saffy and Erin. They’d been discussing whether Bill should run for Prom King or Prom Queen this year and had just been wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes when the History teacher’s voice sobered them up.

“I said now, Mr. Kaulitz.” Mr. Ferchichi’s voice lowered in unspoken threat.

“I’ll call you!” Bill stage-whispered at the girls, holding his thumb and pinky up to his face like a phone, but they were already turning to scurry off, obviously not wanting to get caught up in whatever hell was about to break loose.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ferchichi.” Bill trotted the few meters to the History room and skidded to a stop in front of the imposing teacher. While, at seventeen, Bill was almost as tall as Mr. Ferchichi, he was no where near as muscular. That bulkiness and his gruff manner served to intimidate most of the student population.

That bulkiness and gruff manner served to arouse Bill.

“Didn’t I tell you to meet me here for detention after last bell, Mr. Kaulitz?” Mr. Ferchichi crossed his arms over his chest. Bill watched the muscles move under the tan skin of his teacher’s forearms and blushed, gazing up at him from under coal lashes.

“Of course you did, Mr. Ferchichi, I’m so sorry I forgot.” Bill found his most innocent voice and the pink tip of his tongue peeked out to tap nervously at his glossed top lip.

The History teacher’s gaze honed in on the gesture, and Bill saw the flash of fear and lust in the older man’s eyes.

“Get--” the teacher coughed and cleared his throat, as if he’d exhaled all his air and couldn’t continue until he found more. “Get in there, Kaulitz.”

“Yes, sir.” Bill replied meekly, but as he strolled into the room, he ducked his head and grinned behind the ebony hair that fell around his face in a soft curtain.

Making his way to the back of the room, Bill’s eyes caught his reflection in the mirror mounted above the sink behind the last row of desks. He tossed his notebook, math text and pencil on the desk in front of the coat closet and pulled his lip gloss out of his hip pocket.

He’d twisted the cap off and brought the sponge-covered wand to his lips before he realized they were perfectly fine as they were. In this case, a little was definitely enough. Running his fingers through his hair to fluff it a little, he checked the rest of his appearance. His eyes were clear, colored a deep honey brown, and surrounded by a smudged line of kohl. His skin was looking pretty good, no breakouts today, and not too shiny, considering he hadn’t blotted it since this morning.

“Don’t you have some homework to work on, Mr. Kaulitz?” Bill swung around with a big smile, one that slid off his face as soon as he saw that Mr. Ferchichi had not even looked up from the papers he sat grading at his desk as he spoke.

Huffing quietly, Bill slid behind the desk where he’d left his books. He opened his math text to a random page, and his notebook to the first clean page. Crossing his legs, he rested his chin on his fist as he doodled little circles and musical notes across the top of the sheet.

Soon, the voices of kids outside the room, gathering their things for home, began to fade away, and the halls were silent. And before long, Bill’s eyes were resting on the teacher at the front of the room. Mr. Ferchichi, whose first name was Anis, according to the attendance log Bill had snuck a look at, and whose nickname was Bushido, according to the stories he told in class, had his head bent and seemed to be reading their essay assignments.

Knowing he was unwatched, Bill let his gaze wander over Bushido, the name he only dared call him in his head. The man was older than Bill, but it could have only been so by a few years, as this was his first year of teaching. His black hair was shorn so close on the sides that Bill could see dark scalp through short strands, while the top was just a little longer. A few day’s growth of beard, and Bill wondered how many times he’d thought of how that stubble would feel beneath his fingers, against his cheek, between his legs.

Even as familiar as the thought was, it still made his breath quicken and his face warm. He blew a steady stream of air out through pursed lips, trying to keep some semblance of calm.

Bushido’s long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his tie had been loosened and hung around his neck, revealing the top two buttons open on his white button-down. From his vantage in the back of the room, Bill’s eyes focused in on the hollow of Bushido’s throat, and he thought about how he wanted to dip his tongue into it, tasting the sweat accumulated there before sitting back up and sliding himself fully down on his teacher’s cock.

A moan escaped from the back of his throat before he could stop it, and he quickly coughed to cover it. Bushido looked up and caught Bill’s heated gaze just as the teen uncrossed his legs and tried to stealthily push a palm down on his hardening cock to adjust it and relieve the pressure.

His teachers eyes widened slightly and went black before he ducked his head again to his stack of essays. The pencil he held began a staccato tapping against his grey metal stapler.

Suddenly, Bill’s eyes lit up. He turned to a new page in his notebook and began to scribble equations down in sloppy lines. He stopped as quickly as he started, and erased half of what he’d just written, making a show of brushing the used rubber bits on the floor. Finally, he sighed and cleared his throat.

“Um, Bushido?” Bill’s voice was low as he raised a hand.

Bushido’s looked up quickly, one eyebrow cocked and a frown on his lips.

“I mean, uh…Mr. Ferchichi, sorry.” Bill squirmed in his seat and tapped a spot on the tablet in front of him. “I’m having some trouble with this. Would you mind explaining it to me?”

“What is it you’re working on?” The teacher’s voice muffled slightly from being aimed at the papers in front of him.

Bill sighed again, a little more dramatically this time.

“It’s this math. I just don’t get it!” Bushido echoed his sigh and Bill looked down at his paper again quickly as the teacher came to lean over him.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Bill took a deep, quiet breath, inhaling Bushido’s scent of musk and faint cologne. The teen could feel how close the older man was, so close he could almost feel each breath the man took, and his cock grew even harder in his jeans.

“What problem are you on?” His voice was deep and grainy, so close to Bill’s ear that he felt the breath tickle the fine hair of his sideburns. A low fire started to burn in his belly, and he shivered.

“Wh-what?”

“Which problem? This doesn’t make any sense, what you’ve written here.”

“This one.” Bill pointed to a random problem on the page, pushing it back a little, and fixed his gaze on Bushido’s face.

The teacher’s brow furrowed in confusion, and he leaned closer to the book.

Bill also leaned forward. Plump lips opened and hot breath kissed Bushido’s neck as the tip of Bill’s pink tongue darted out to trace the large calligraphy ‘B’ tattooed there.

Bushido inhaled hard and fast, goosebumps spreading across his neck. Long fingers grasped the desk and his knuckles turned white.

“Bill…” Bushido’s voice was more breath than sound.

Bill’s lips nibbled upward and his tongue lapped delicately at the soft spot below the darker man’s ear.

“Hmmm?” His uneven teeth caught the teacher’s earlobe and nibbled on it gently.

And then something broke in Bushido. He stood up quickly, grabbed Bill up by his silver chain suspenders and pushed him hard against the door of the coat closet. Bill’s eyes flew open wide as his back hit the dark wood, and he squeaked in his throat when Bushido’s lips crashed down on his own.

His arms snaked quickly around the older man’s neck, his lips opening to allow the frantic entrance of the hot tongue invading his mouth. Bill panted hard, giving back as good as he got, sucking on Bushido’s tongue even as his own wrestled with it.

Strong, hard hands were skimming down his sides, grasping at his ass, lifting him up on his toes. One hand grabbed his thigh and wrapped that leg around his hip as their groins met and ground into each other again and again.

Just as suddenly as he’d thrown him against the door, Bushido backed up. His eyes were black, his breath coming quickly. He grabbed Bill by the suspenders again, dragging him back to the chair he’d yanked the teen from before.

This time, though, Bushido sat in the chair, and wrapping his dark fists in the shiny metal, pulled Bill down to straddle his lap. Bill looked down on him then, and he searched the teacher’s eyes, a question in his own.

Bushido gave the smallest of nods, and the teen kissed him again, sucking his bottom lip between his own. He felt one of Bushido’s large hands holding his hip steady as he thrust up, grinding into Bill’s jean-clad ass. A moment later, he was catching his breath again as the other hand found his hardened cock and palmed it through his jeans.

Bill’s fingers stroked through Bushido’s short hair, and smoothed over even shorter hair as he cupped the man’s head, kissing him hard. He felt clumsy, shaking fingers release his belt and unbutton his jeans. He held his breath as soon as he head the teeth of his zipper going down, and he moaned hard into Bushido’s mouth as those calloused fingers reached into the waistband of his boxer briefs and grasped the teenager’s cock.

Bushido stroked up hard, once, twice, and flicked his thumb over the slit, spreading the pre-come over the head. Bill was shivering in the darker man’s lap, and he knew he wouldn’t last long like with Bushido working him like this.

Suddenly, Bushido’s hand stilled on his cock, and he pushed Bill up, breaking their kiss. Bill looked at him, his brows knitted, a whine starting in his throat. Bushido pressed a quick finger against his lips.

“Shhhh”

Low voices were coming closer to the classroom. Bill’s eyes widened.

“Did you lock the door?”

“No.” Bushido’s response was curt and he stood up quickly, causing Bill’s legs to slide down his own.

“Shit!” Bill looked around as the doorknob started to turn.

Bushido grabbed his hand and pulled him into the coat closet, pulling the door closed just as the door to the classroom opened.

“Fuck!” He breathed. He hadn’t gotten the door completely closed, and a sliver of light shone in on them. They peered out through the gap at the intruders.

Two of the school’s football players came through the door, looking to the back of the room and around the far side of Bushido’s desk. Bill looked at Bushido, questioning with his eyes. Bushido shrugged.

“The lights are on, but nobody is home.” The muscular brunette chuckled at his own joke. Bill didn’t know what position the guy played, but he knew his name was Georg, and he knew the guy was popular.

The blonde behind him with the long dreadlocks snorted in reply. This was Tom, and everyone knew Tom. He was the quarterback, and he was even more popular than Georg. Especially with the girls. Tom had quite a reputation as a lady-killer.

Which is why Bill was shocked to the tips of his toes to see Georg pull Tom in front of him and grab the blonde’s dread, dragging him down for a hard, open-mouthed, wet kiss. Sloppy, desperate noises echoed through the room, and Bushido reached into Bill’s shorts again. Bill bit his cheek to keep from making a sound, and he tasted copper.

Pushing him back against Bushido’s desk, Georg dropped to his knees in front of the quarterback, pulling the blonde’s baggy pants down harshly, not even loosening the buttons first. Long, thick fingers pulled the thinner man’s cock out, and Georg wasted no time in wrapping his lips around the hard length.

Bushido’s hand stroked Bill’s cock slowly as his own cloth-covered cock ground hard against the teen’s ass. His breath coming faster, Bill trained his eyes on Georg’s tongue licking Tom’s dick from base to tip, how he nibbled under the head. How he wrapped a quick hand around the bottom of Tom’s cock and pumped as he sucked it back in his mouth. The brunette set a brutal pace, bobbing and licking and stroking. Before long, Tom’s fingers were woven in Georg’s hair, pulling it, fisting it. Georg pulled his hand off Tom’s cock and slammed it to the back of his throat. Dreadlocks spilled across the desk, scattering essays as Tom threw his head back and shook it, coming hard.

Bushido’s fingers stroked Bill faster, deftly spreading pre-come and sweeping it around the head. Bill anchored his hands on the walls of the closet, knowing he wouldn’t last long. His legs tightened, he clenched his eyes shut, and the fire in his belly spread to his limbs. His toes curled and it took everything he had to not moan out loud, to not let his knees buckle as he came in Bushido’s hand.

When he opened his eyes again, he peeked through the gap in the door, only to see Georg rifling through Bushido’s desk. But when he looked at his teacher for his reaction, all he saw was the older man’s eyes pinned to his as he lapped the teenager’s come off his palm.

“Ah, jesus…” The sigh was quickly followed by Bill clapping his hand quietly over his own mouth and shutting his eyes tightly, prepared for the worst.

“What was that?” Tom’s voice was muffled.

“Nothing, nothing. I’m sure it’s mice or something.” Bill peered out again.

Georg had Tom bent over Bushido’s desk, his long, thick cock sliding into the dreadlocked teen. He slowly pulled it out, almost all the way, before plunging it back in again. Tom grasped the edges of the desk, trying to hang on, though it looked like his hands were slippery and he kept losing his grip.

Bushido was breathing hard in Bill’s ear now, grinding more insistently against Bill’s ass. He turned carefully in the tiny closet and kissed Bushido hard before sliding down the teacher’s body to rest on his knees in front of him. He slowly unzipped Bushido’s crisp dress-pants and pulled his heavy cock, hard and pulsating, out of his briefs.

The skin was so soft, so warm, and Bill rubbed the hardness against his cheeks. He poised the head in front of his lips and blew a stream of hot air on it. Bushido’s breath was coming in quick pants now, and Bill could see him looking out into the classroom, then looking back down at the teen in front of him.

Bill plunged Bushido’s cock into his mouth and as far down his throat as he could, drowning the teacher in pleasure. Tense fingers threaded themselves through Bill’s hair, applying delicate pressure to his rhythm. Bill followed that pressure, hollowed his cheeks, and sucked hard and fast.

His hands were wrapped around Bushido’s trembling thighs, and he could feel the man was about to come. He looked up in time to lock chocolate eyes with black ones, and watched Bushido’s mouth move as he came in hot streams down Bill’s throat.

“Bill…”

It seemed like Bill swallowed again and again. He licked the still twitching cock clean and stood up, kissing Bushido, making sure he could taste himself on Bill’s tongue.

The moans in the classroom were only drowned out now by the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Just as they looked out the gap, Georg wrapped a hand up in Tom’s dreads and made a fist, hanging on and pulling Tom’s head back as he slammed his cock into the lithe, sweating body of the quarterback. Two more strokes and he sunk himself in as far as he could go, damp hair swinging around his shoulders, back arched, face contorted.

Georg slid himself out of the panting blonde, tucked his dick away and fixed his clothes. They watched as the brunette whisked several tissues out of the box on Bushido’s desk and gently cleaned Tom, before helping him pull get his pants back up.

The teens stood there in the classroom for a long moment, just looking at each other, before Georg brought a palm up to hold Tom’s cheek. They kissed softly, and Bill could hear just the faintest breath of a whisper between them.

And then they were gone.

Bill swung the door open and gathered up his books. He turned back to Bushido, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I think I’ve been very naughty, Mr. Ferchichi.”

Bushido chuckled low in his throat and he shook his head.

“Then I believe you shall have detention again tomorrow, Mr. Kaulitz.”

Bill leaned in for a last kiss before heading to the classroom door, feeling Bushido’s eyes on him. He stopped and turned, catching his teacher watching his ass. Bushido smirked.

Bill grinned and winked, and turned the knob.