Rainy Days
Author: Kinkyhobbit (March 02)
Pairing: Coach Willis/Casey
Genre: The Faculty, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex.
Summary: Coach Willis discovers he has a thing for
Casey. Then when Casey needs a lift home, Coach Willis is conveniently right
there to give it to him…
Notes: Some may have age of consent concerns as Casey
is 17 in the movie. However, I’m in
Casey bolted out the
door but it was too late. The bus was gone. Dammit.
He needed a new watch.
Specifically, he needed one whose light wasn’t broken so he could read the time
while he was in the darkroom. Because now he had missed the bus and it was
raining.
He kicked viciously at
a puddle and only succeeded in wetting his jeans. He swore and slid back
through the door. Maybe he could find Delilah if she was still about. She’d
give him a lift, although it would come with a lecture of some kind about how
stupid it was to lose track of time and miss the bus.
He had just passed the
Faculty room when the door opened.
“Hey!”
Casey turned and his
stomach lurched when Coach Willis stepped out of the door.
“Little late for lessons,
Casey,” said Willis almost sarcastically, raising his eyebrows. “School’s out
for the day.”
“I was working in the
darkroom and lost track of time.”
“Right,” Willis smiled
like a cat. “Photos for the paper?”
“Yeah.”
Willis walked slowly
towards him. “Well, shouldn’t you be getting home now?”
“I…well I only just
remembered, and…” his voice tailed off, embarrassed. “I missed the bus.”
“You live far?”
“Far enough when it’s
raining.”
Willis was now only a
few feet from him. “Is there anyone who can come and get you?”
Casey faltered.
“Well…I…”
Willis interrupted
him. “I was just leaving…I could give you a ride.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble,
Delilah’s…probably somewhere,” he laughed a little nervously. “She can give me
a ride.”
“Doesn’t she have cheerleading
practice in the gym?”
Casey frowned. Damn. She won’t be leaving for another hour.
“I’m going right now,
Casey, it’s really no trouble.”
Casey tried not to
look frightened, but Willis always seemed to make him nervous. Willis being
friendly made him especially nervous. But still, there weren’t any other
options, and it wasn’t that long a drive.
“Okay.”
Willis smiled,
nodding. “Okay. Well, let’s go.”
They ran through the
car park to Willis’s car, and Casey noticed as he clipped the seatbelt on that
it still had that distinctive new car smell.
Willis asked him where
he lived and Casey told him, and they headed out into the rain and traffic.
“So, what were you
doing to miss the bus?”
“Printing some
pictures.”
“Oh yeah, that’s
right. You’re quite the photographer, aren’t you Casey?”
Casey smiled
sheepishly. “I guess so.”
“You’ve got some great
action shots from our practice sessions. Really impressive. You’d rather watch
and take pictures than participate, huh?”
Willis was smiling
rather oddly. Casey said nothing and just looked out the window.
“I’ve seen some of
your pictures. That one of Stan in mid-air, turning and throwing the ball, I
really like that one.”
Casey turned and
stared at him. “When did you see that?” he asked quietly.
“Oh…er, Stan showed it
to me. Didn’t you give it to him?”
“No.”
Casey noted irritably
that Willis seemed a stickler for speed limits. And that he wore those damn
shorts and polo shirt like a uniform, even with the weather getting colder.
“Must be a real buzz
working with Delilah too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, come on,” he
chuckled, and then lowered his voice. “She’s a very pretty girl.”
Casey said nothing and
found himself watching the way Willis casually rested his hand on the
gearstick. Willis prodded some more.
“Pity she’s dating
Stan. You probably won’t get your chance, huh Casey?”
Casey turned and
stared out the window again. He could feel Willis’s eyes watching him.
“So, you got a
girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Really?” Willis
raised his eyebrows, nodding without taking his eyes off the road. “I would’ve
thought you’d be fighting them off, what with those blue eyes of yours.”
“No.” Casey swallowed,
wondering if he’d rather have this conversation with his dad.
“Well, I’m surprised. You’re
a good looking boy, Casey.”
Casey kept his gaze
firmly out the window and said nothing. He heard Willis take a breath as if to
speak, and then pause.
“Couldn’t help
noticing that bruise on your cheek is healing up okay.”
Casey looked quickly
at Willis then back out the window again. Where, exactly, was this conversation
going? And why was the coach so talkative? They’d talked more in these few
minutes than they had in the last four years.
“I was thinking the
other day, you know…you’re actually a pretty tough little guy. You get beat up
all the time and you still come back. I’ve known football players over the
years who take one bad hit and that’s it, they quit the team. Puts the
frighteners on ’em. But you…,” he was shaking his head, smiling. “You always come back.”
Casey frowned. “I
don’t have any choice. I have to go to school.”
“Yeah.”
Casey watched the rain
getting heavier. Willis turned the wipers on faster.
“Really getting dark
out there,” he said eventually.
Yeah,
thought Casey nervously. It is.
“You know, Casey…why
don’t you ever fight back?”
Casey tensed and
stared out at the streetlights. He swallowed nervously.
Willis was still
rambling, like he was thinking out loud. “I mean, you could do something about
all that.”
Casey looked at him.
“Like what?”
“Well, you see Casey,
life is just like football.”
Casey rolled his eyes
and wished there was more to look at outside than traffic and rain.
“It’s all about finding
the easiest route to your goal,” Willis said, matter-of-factly. “If you can’t
get there the direct way, if there’s an obstacle in your path, you find a way
around it, right?”
“S’pose.”
“Sometimes the way
around that obstacle might not be at all what you expect it to be. It might be
a little unorthodox,” he said with a smile. “But, if it enables you to reach
your goal, you do it.”
Casey was starting to
tune out when the coach tugged him sharply back to reality.
“With you, for
example, some of the guys on the team get a kick out of beating on you. Now,
you don’t do anything. But you could get somebody else to do something for you
to make them stop.”
There was silence as
Willis let his words hang in the air. Casey looked at him sideways, eyes narrowing
suspiciously.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for instance, I
could talk to them and tell them to leave you alone.”
Casey almost laughed.
“Why would you do that?”
Willis said nothing.
With winter coming on
and the storm clouds coating the sky, it was like night now. Casey’s heart
started beating a little faster when he realised the street they were on wasn’t
all that familiar to him. All the same, he was grateful for a chance to change
the subject.
“Coach, are you sure
you know where you’re going?”
“Yeah, sure I do. You
think I’ve taken a wrong turn?”
“I think so. We should
be there by now.”
“Oh, wait a minute,”
Willis said slowly. “You might be right…”
“Where are we?”
“Oh, we can’t be far.
How about I pull over and we’ll check the map?”
Willis pulled to the
side and Casey realised there weren’t any houses on this stretch of road.
Willis turned on the
interior light and grabbed the map from the door pocket. “Hey,” he said
suddenly. “What do you think of the car?”
“Oh, it’s…it’s nice.”
“Brand new. Picked it
up on the weekend.”
Casey just nodded.
Willis turned his
attention to the map, peering at it. “So, anyway,” he said casually. “About
what I was saying…I could talk to the guys, especially Gabe. If you want.”
“Yeah, but…why?”
“Well…” Willis seemed
suddenly uncomfortable, but it passed in a second. “Don’t you want me to?”
“What’s the point now?
This close to the end of high school?” Casey couldn’t keep the scepticism out
of his voice. “Why not years ago?”
Willis slowly put the
map back in the door pocket and turned to look at him, his eyes glinting in the
moonlight. Casey’s pulse went up further. This suddenly felt very, very wrong.
Willis lifted his arm
to lean on the steering wheel and Casey jumped, making Willis laugh softly. “You’re
very jumpy, Casey,” he said quietly, smiling.
Casey just stared at
him. The car suddenly seemed a whole lot smaller, and his heart was pounding.
Willis sighed, looking
directly at him. “You want to know why?”
Casey bit his lip and
nodded.
Willis leant against
his seat and slowly reached over, sliding his hand gently over Casey’s thigh.
“You really, really are a very good looking boy, Casey.”
Casey froze in fear,
staring at the hand that slowly massaged his leg. He swallowed, his heartbeat
throbbing in his ears. Then Willis’s fingers were still and Casey looked at
him, and saw something new. Something he didn’t expect.
Fear?
They stared at each
other. Willis leaned towards him. Casey felt like a cornered animal and leaned
away until his shoulder was against the door and he could go no further. He
closed his eyes and almost grimaced as he felt Willis’s hand grasp his arm,
firmly but gently, and easily pull him back from the door. He kept his face
turned away, and felt warm lips touch his neck. Then Willis opened his mouth as
he finished the kiss and let his tongue just brush over Casey’s skin, and Casey
heard his own sharp intake of breath as a shiver ran through him.
He opened his eyes as
Willis reached up and brushed the wet hair from his forehead. Their eyes met
and Willis suddenly looked down, pulling his hand away, moving back into his
seat. Casey stared at him. The man’s normally gruff, aggressive manner was
gone. Casey tried hard to believe this was the same man who shouted abuse and
obscenities at his players.
Willis swallowed and
looked at him, licking his lips nervously. Casey couldn’t speak. He couldn’t
think of anything to say. Willis’s hand reached for his leg again and Casey
felt a tug deep inside him at the hot touch of those fingers, hot even through
the denim, burning heat as they stroked his thigh, closer and closer to his
groin.
“Don’t be frightened,
Casey.”
He took Casey’s hand
and placed it on his own thigh, moving it up until it rested on his groin.
Casey tried to pull his hand away but Willis didn’t let him, instead gently
squeezing Casey’s fingers around his bulging cock.
He let go of Casey’s
hand, fingertips lingering, brushing over Casey’s knuckles. Such a gentle
touch, Casey could hardly believe it. His own hand felt glued in place.
Hard cock under
fabric, damp heat against his fingers. Casey thought of the last time he’d
jerked off. He’d been coming home on the bus and his mind was inexplicably
drawn towards sex. He’d had to hold his bag in front of his crotch so no-one
saw. As soon as he got inside the house he was leaning against the door,
rubbing himself through his jeans before unzipping them and jerking off right
there.
It had felt good, that
anxious, desperate anticipation before he finally gave in. The feel of his
jeans tight against his cock. He knew Willis was feeling it now.
He found himself
reaching for Willis’s zip.
“Yes,” Willis
whispered.
They were both
breathing audibly as Casey trembling fingers unzipped the coach’s shorts.
Willis undid the button and took hold of his cock, slowly stroking it, eyes
locked on Casey’s.
“Go on,” he whispered.
“Touch it. It’s nothing to be scared of.”
Casey had never
touched another guy before. Willis put his hand over Casey’s again, closing
Casey’s fingers around his cock. It felt weird but again familiar, that same
feeling of soft-skin over hot, hard muscle.
The rain on the
windows and roof was deafening compared to the silence between them. Casey
looked up at Willis and was surprised to see how nervous the man looked. He
suddenly felt a little braver and began slowly moving his hand up and down.
Willis swallowed and
took a deep, ragged breath, leaning towards Casey, putting one arm around him and
resting his hand on his back, reaching down with his other hand to Casey’s
groin.
Casey gasped as he
felt Willis’s hand gently squeeze him, felt lips brush over his neck, tracing
slowly up to his ear, hot breath making him shiver again. Willis kissed his
neck again, opening his mouth and sucking gently at Casey’s skin, making him
whimper softly. Casey was suddenly aware of how big a man Willis was,
especially his arms and hands. He felt like a small child in comparison.
Then the coach leaned
back in his seat, his hand on the back of Casey’s neck, pulling his head
against the man’s chest. Casey felt fingers slide through his hair.
“Suck it, Casey.”
Casey shuffled forward
a little in his seat and let Willis push his head down. He recognised the musky
smell of Willis’s cock, yet another thing familiar to him, familiar and yet
different. His mind demanded a reason why, but he couldn’t think of a reason
not to.
He opened his
trembling lips and took the man’s cock into his mouth.
Willis took a deep
breath as Casey began to suck him. “Slow, Casey. Don’t rush it. Nice and slow,
that’s it.”
Casey obeyed, sliding
his tongue over Willis’s hot, hard flesh as he sucked, stopping when he felt
the head touch the roof of his mouth, drawing it out, and then in again.
Willis reached up and
turned off the interior light. He rested one hand on Casey’s head,
absentmindedly caressing his back with the other. He started playing with
Casey’s hair, sighing, enjoying the wet sounds of the boy sucking on him.
Willis suddenly cried
out softly and grasped a handful of his hair. “Oh, that’s it,” he whispered
through clenched teeth, eyes shut tight. “That’s it, Casey…”
Casey felt Willis’s
hand holding his head still, but he didn’t stop.
Willis kept his fist
clenched in Casey’s hair. “Take more,” he breathed. “Take it into your throat.”
Willis pushed down and
Casey felt the head of Willis’s cock being forced into his throat. He gagged
immediately and resisted, Willis pushing harder. He choked again, fear suddenly
rising inside him…but what he expected to happen next didn’t. Willis didn’t
force his head down a second time. Instead he just relaxed, keeping only a
gentle pressure on the back of Casey’s head. Letting Casey keep control.
Casey could hear
Willis’s breath coming in shuddering gasps, could feel his trembling fingers
tangled in his hair. He pulled back a little, breathing hard, and Willis slid a
hand under his chin and tilted his face up to meet his gaze.
Willis was trembling
as his fingers traced the edge of Casey’s jaw up to his mouth, gently wiping
away the moisture on his chin. He paused, and then put his fingers to Casey’s
lips. Casey blinked and opened his mouth and Willis slipped his fingers in.
Casey sucked gently at them, feeling them moving in a circular motion on his
wet tongue, spreading the moisture out over his lips.
Willis’s fingers
dropped gently to Casey’s throat. They looked at each other. Casey still felt
uncertain and frightened, but Willis seemed the same. His hands trembled a
little, and he looked at Casey as if he was a fragile thing that could easily
break.
They kissed. Later
Casey couldn’t remember which of them started it. Maybe neither of them had,
maybe it had just happened to them both at the same time.
Willis’s stubble
rubbed sharply against Casey’s soft skin, but his mouth was hot and wet, his
tongue sliding gently between Casey’s lips. He didn’t taste of anything in
particular, but Casey liked it. He liked it so much he forgot to breathe.
He whimpered as Willis
pulled him closer, almost into his lap, strong arms up under his coat holding
him tight. Casey’s fingers clutched at Willis’s shirt.
They finally stopped,
both panting, lips still touching. Casey’s mouth felt hot and raw, his cock
ached. He didn’t want to stop.
He made a soft sound
as Willis’s hand slid down his back and grasped his butt.
“I could show you
something…” Willis breathed, his lips finding Casey’s ear again. “We’d be more
comfortable in the back.”
Casey sat back and looked
at him, swallowing nervously. “I…I don’t know if I can do that.”
“I’m not going to make
you.”
Casey didn’t move. His
mind wasn’t sure, but his body was screaming for it.
“If I wanted to rape
you, I’d have finished by now.”
Casey swallowed and nodded.
He climbed through the gap between the front seats and into the back of the
car. By the time he was there Willis had gotten out of the car and climbed in
the back beside him, through the back door. Casey saw fresh raindrops
glistening on his face.
“Nervous?”
Casey nodded.
“Don’t be.”
Willis helped him out
of his jacket and pulled off his shirt, then pushed him down onto his back,
kneeling between his thighs, pushing his knees apart. He leant down and they
kissed, Casey groaning at the weight of the man’s body between his legs. He was
shocked at how eagerly he pushed up with his hips as they wrapped their arms
around each other. He felt Willis’s hard muscles through his shirt and realised
how much they turned him on. He’d never look at that damn football team quite
the same way again.
Willis sat up and took
his shirt off, breathing hard. His eyes quickly ran up and down Casey’s body,
then he licked his lips and smiled as he pulled Casey’s shoes off his feet and
undid his jeans. He pulled them off and dropped them on the floor, along with
his own shorts. Casey just lay there, his breath catching in his throat as he
looked at the coach’s naked body.
Willis reached into
the storage compartment between the front seats and removed a small tube.
“What’s that?” Casey
asked, trying not to sound frightened.
Willis smiled. “Just a
little something to make things easier.”
Casey stared at the
tube, then at Willis, and nodded. He lifted his legs as Willis knelt between
them. Willis sat there gently stroking his thighs, watching his face. Casey
stared at him, at the shadows of raindrops on his face from the moonlight
shining through the window. He looked completely different, and Casey again
found himself trying to comprehend that this was Joe Willis. The football
coach. Loud, aggressive, abusive and seemingly scathing of anyone who wasn’t a
jock.
“What are you smiling
at?” Willis asked softly, leaning close to Casey’s face, smiling himself.
“I won’t believe this
happened tomorrow.”
“No?”
Casey shook his head,
momentarily closing his eyes and shivering as Willis ran his hands over Casey’s
hips, up over his stomach and down again, fingers teasingly close to his cock.
“I’ll think I dreamt
it.”
“Maybe you are
dreaming.”
Casey’s breathing was
rapid and shallow, eyes widening as Willis leant down and sucked gently at his
hip. Willis squeezed his butt, lifting him slightly off the seat as he sucked
and kissed his way across Casey’s stomach, slowly working his way down. He
paused as Casey’s cock touched his cheek, then suddenly drew it into his mouth,
all the way to the back of his throat, pushing Casey back down onto the seat.
Casey moaned and arched his back, Willis grunting and pushed down on his
thighs, holding him down, making him cry out.
Willis paused, sitting
up a little and smiling dangerously as he flipped open the tube and squeezed
some lube onto his fingers. He kept his eyes locked on Casey’s as he reached
down between the boy’s legs and starting massaging his asshole.
Casey moaned as
Willis’s fingers probed him, pushing into him. It felt deliciously close to
pain, but not quite. He closed his eyes.
“You like that?”
He moaned again, then
gasped as Willis pushed a finger in deep and began moving it slowly inside him.
It felt incredible, to be touched so deep inside. Willis leant down and kissed
him hard, sucking Casey’s whimpers and moans from his mouth. Casey responded
passionately, holding Willis tightly as pleasure swept through him. A sharp,
hot, almost painful sensation spread through his groin as Willis moved slowly
and relentlessly in and out of his ass until Casey thought he was going to
explode.
Willis broke off the
kiss gently and sat back, pushing Casey’s legs up more. Casey’s head was pushed
against the door, wedged beneath the handle with his legs lifted and spread,
the backs of his thighs resting on top of Willis’s. It should have been
uncomfortable to say the least, but it wasn’t. At least not in a bad way.
He watched as Willis
squeezed more lube onto his fingers and began smearing it over his cock,
coating it completely. Casey stared at it and felt his mouth start to water.
Willis lifted himself
up a little, pushing forward, rubbing the head of his cock against Casey’s
asshole, his other hand leaning on the door above Casey’s head. Their eyes
locked as Willis massaged Casey with is cock, Casey whimpering and pushing
against him in response.
“Push down onto it,”
Willis breathed.
Casey obeyed instantly
and cried out as he felt his ass start to stretch. He relaxed, hands flat
against Willis’s shoulders, and pushed again. Willis didn’t move, letting Casey
take his time. Casey squirmed and moaned at how good it felt, being stretched
open, wider and wider, then suddenly the head of Willis’s cock slipped into him
and he cried out again. Willis hissed softly through his teeth as Casey’s
fingers clenched at the flesh of his chest.
Willis pushed forward
and Casey arched his back, crying out again as several inches of cock suddenly
slid easily into him. He was breathing fast through clenched teeth and looked
up to see Willis watching him closely. They both froze, Willis letting Casey’s
body get used to it.
Willis eased back a
little, pulling out about an inch before pushing that inch back into Casey. He
shut his eyes tight and grunted as Casey’s muscles squeezed his cock painfully
hard. He grasped Casey’s thighs and moved slowly inside him.
Casey knew he wouldn’t
last long like this, but he didn’t think Willis would either. He felt stretched
but only partly filled. This sweet, nasty invasion was almost overwhelming but
he desperately wanted more, wanted the coach all the way inside him, but Willis
just teased him with short thrusts in and out.
Casey reached down to
his own cock and looked up at Willis, his eyes pleading for more. Willis was
breathing deeper, mouth open, his eyes locked on Casey’s hands. Suddenly he
pulled them away and grasped Casey’s cock with his own hand, stroking slowly in
time with his deepening thrusts. Casey whimpered and clutched desperately at
Willis’s forearms, fingers digging in as he felt a massive wave suddenly hit
him and pulse through him from head to toe. He let out an anguished cry and his
entire body went taut as he came all over Willis’s hand. Willis bared his
teeth, eyes wide as Casey’s muscles squeezed him even harder.
The wave subsided and
all Casey could feel was Willis’s cock moving inside him, suddenly painfully
tight. He stared as Willis raised his hand to his mouth and hungrily sucked and
licked Casey’s come from his fingers. Willis looked down at him, panting, eyes
shining wildly, then suddenly he cried out and thrust hard.
Casey screamed as he
felt Willis slide all the way into him, felt that hot explosion deep inside.
Willis leant against the door and grunted with each thrust as he came, his
voice breaking into a strangled cry when he finished.
He stayed there for a
few seconds, getting his breath. Then he leaned back and slowly withdrew from
Casey, falling back against the seat. Casey lay there, feeling suddenly empty
and full at the same time. He felt warm and wonderful inside. Wow. I’ve just been fucked.
He lay there for a few
minutes until he finally noticed the cold. He shivered and sat up, Willis
already handing him his shirt and coat. They dressed without speaking, just sat
there, and then looked at each other. Casey was buzzing so much he felt an
overwhelming urge to climb into Willis’s lap and kiss him.
Instead he just shook
his head and smiled. “I still think I might be dreaming.”
“Yeah, well, we’ve all
got our secrets. Some of us just keep them better.”
Casey stifled a yawn.
“Come on,” Willis
said. “I better get you home before your parents call the cops.”
Casey’s father was
going into the house when Willis pulled up in the driveway. Willis wound the
window down as Casey’s father approached, mildly surprised.
“Evening Mr Connor.”
“Evening, Coach. Don’t
tell me you’ve convinced Casey to join the team.”
Willis laughed and glanced
at Casey as he climbed out of the car, suddenly nervous.
“No, nothing like
that. Casey was working on the paper and missed the bus. I offered him a ride,
seeing as it was raining.”
“Right. This weather’s
really hit quick.”
“Yeah. Came across an accident
on the way and got stuck in traffic, otherwise he’d have been home sooner.”
“Feel like a drink?”
“No thanks,” said
Willis. “Things to do, you know how it is.”
Casey closed the door.
“Thanks Coach,” he said softly.
Willis smiled at him.
“Hey Casey, anytime it’s raining and you need a ride, let me know. I’m happy to
oblige.”
“Thanks,” Casey
replied, feeling his father’s eyes on him. He turned and raced into the house.
Things didn’t change
much at school. The first time they saw each other in the corridor Casey put
his head down and walked quickly past. Willis was never more than curt and
polite, if he bothered to speak to Casey at all. Casey was mildly disappointed,
but then figured he shouldn’t really have expected anything else. Maybe he did dream
it after all.
Nearly two weeks later
Casey was standing near his locker when Willis didn’t walk past. Instead the
coach stopped, just for a second. Stopped long enough to say three words. Then
he kept walking.
“Looks like rain.”
By the time Casey
realised what Willis had said the coach was off down the corridor, glancing
back long enough for Casey to catch the smile on his face. He turned back to
his locker, wide-eyed.
That afternoon Casey
sat in English and couldn’t focus on Miss Burke or what she was saying. He was
gazing out the window as the dark clouds that had swept over the town during
the day finally broke. As the rain hit the ground, he smiled.
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