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Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

What, no kiss goodbye? A feral growl was ripped from the usually timid teacher's throat. He glared at Quinn, and bristled even after the student seemed to pacify again, and look for-- acceptance? What? John didn't understand what Quinn wanted. He had no compassion, it could be said that he had no heart. And he was looking for verification? Looking for a nod, a signal, that John didn't hate him? What. . .what the hell does it matter, anyway!? John yelled. He stalked toward Quinn, his fists by his sides. His body was quivering in anger and he wanted so badly to just reach out and punch Quinn. To beat him to the ground, to kick him when he's down, to make sure he was hurting, bleeding, and just as damn confused and conflicted as John was. You! You're selfish, and completely disgusting, he spat, raising a hand to point an accusing finger at Quinn. He jabbed at the boy's chest, mainly because it was a good substitution to just out-right punching him, or pushing him again, or clawing at his chest and neck and face in his rabid anger. Will I hate you for that? Yes, I will, Quinn, he growled, and shook his head, You almost raped me, and you have no heart! John drew back and turned on his heel. As he walked past the desk, upon which he lay prone just minutes ago, he punched the hard wood viciously and then spun back around to glare at Quinn. I don't know why you stopped, I don't know why you care if I hate you, and I don't know why I haven't punched you by now, but I do know that you better get the fuck out of this room in the next two minutes, or I swear to God, Quinn. . .I swear to God I'll try my best to make sure you could never have children even if you wanted to, John vented. When he stopped, he glared. Through that, it could be seen that he was on the verge of another breakdown into tears. But he wasn't going to let Quinn have the satisfaction of seeing him cry, if that would satisfy him.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

Trying to understand Quinn would be the equivalent to finding a definative answer to Schroedinger's Cat. It just doesn't work that way, so dont' bother trying. And Quinn was looking for nothing - initially, this was simply an escape from the monotonous teenage relationships. Being with Kelsey was too much for him to deal with, and he had no doubt that she was out sleeping with other guys as well. So he looked to an adult - perhaps he was seeking some sort of stability in a relationship, perhaps he was looking for some sort of adult figure in his life since his own parent's had none. Hell, who knew? Point being, Quinn's mind was far too convoluted for even him to unravel, let alone comprehend. What the hell does it matter? Because it all matters. It all matters to him - every response, every word, every movement. Everything. So he let John advance, let him shout in his face, let his teacher shove his finger into his chest even though Quinn could've easily grabbed his wrist, hurt him, raped him as he initially was going to. And he knew how badly John wanted to hurt him. But that was never going to happen. Or maybe he would've. Quinn was just far too into the violence of sex. Selfish? Fine. Disgusting? Fine - but sex is something everyone does. I have no heart? Fine, I'll take that to, but I almost did. Almost. That's what matters, isn't it? Not the process - argue that if you want - but the final outcome. His voice was monotonous, taking every insult, every jab without a flinch. It was far too similar to the fights he had with his mother, father, sister. The same insults, only without a few like 'pathological liar', 'spawn of Satan' from his overly theological sister, and a 'disgrace to human race' why, thank you, Father-dearest. I appreciate that, I really do. Tears wouldn't help, tears wouldn't do anything - tears did nothing. Quinn didn't know what he wanted, and still didn't, but he knew that tears certainly wasn't it. But now there was the overwhelming urge for him to scream, and shout, and to be violent once more. And maybe, in a sense, that would be satisfying. And still, he didn't want to leave. Not yet, anyway.listu
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

Selfish? Fine. Disgusting? Fine - but sex is something everyone does. I have no heart? Fine, I'll take that to, but I almost did. Almost. That's what matters, isn't it? Not the process - argue that if you want - but the final outcome. The final outcome? The final outcome! Once more, John pounded his fist against the table, though this time it was weaker and more sorrowful. The tone that Quinn's words were said in pacified him, because he couldn't fathom how Quinn could be so monotone when addressing such a situation. Or did he lack that much care? John's temper, which rarely showed itself, flared up in his chest once more. Yeah, you almost did. You stopped just short, John accused, once more going around his desk to get in Quinn's face. This time, he landed a mild punch to the other's chest. So when will you, huh? You didn't stop because you care about how much pain i'd be in. You didn't stop because you care about my mental sanity. You didn't stop because you care, period . So when the hell are you going to finish the job? Another punch was landed on Quinn's shoulder. Harder this time. Once more, the man turned on his heel and walked away. Anger shook his body after some steps, and soon he turned around and fisted his hands by his thighs. I thought I told you to get the hell out of here? John grit his teeth. Oh, he would rue this day in retrospect, but now he wasn't trying to curb his mannerisms or quell his anger. Instead, he was letting it all fly. All his anger, frustration, and hurt that had built up over the past twenty-seven years was being let loose. It wasn't much, but it was more emotion then he had ever shown one person in his lifetime. Get OUT! Now, Quinn. Unless you're waiting around to finish the job? The blonde growled and pushed his glasses up his nose. GET OUT! He yelled, flinging his pointed finger in the direction of the door.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

Quinn quietly bore the verbal assault, standing there, feeling fairly relaxed. If any, perhaps, he seemed almost amused by the display of emotion the normally taciturn man was displaying. And while he normally would've cringed from the yelling, the insults, the accusations. . . this time, he just withstood it, riding it out with a calm look on his face. He even took th epunches, not really feeling them. If he wanted too, he could've grabbed the other's arms, and completely changed the position. Changed it so that he was in charge again, changed it so that John was pushed up against the wall once more, could've changed it so that the yesterday's events could've been repeated. Hell, the yelling could've just been catharsis for the other man. John didn't seem like the type to really go about and wear his heart on his sleeve. Not that it mattered to Quinn, of course. . . Oh, but that acucsation of him not caring . Green eyes flared slightly with a cold anger, and the teen advanced on the blonde, ignoring the shouts to get out, and placed his hands on the English teacher's shoulders, pushing him backwards so he was back agianst the wall, enough force in Quinn's shove for his head to knock kbackwards and collide against the classroom wall. His pale hands traveled from shoulder to neck, wrapping his fingers around the neck of the other man. Is this what you prefer me to do? Do you want me to be violent? Do you want me to not care? Quinn tightened his grip slightly. If that's what you want, I could always change my mind and rape you. You know that - and you know I can do it. He stared at John, pressing his thumbs into the man's windpipe - at best, there'd be some slight bruising at worst, he'd crush it completely. His face was twisted into a dark scowl, but he was strangely comfortable with this act of violence. Don't ever assume that I don't care. Don't ever assume you know what my motives are. Don't ever assume that I don't care about you . Because he did care, even if his face didn't show it, if his actions didn't. Quinn's own anger, as opposed to John's, didn't manifest itself as yelling, and loudness. It manifested itself in cold, violent actions - and if anything, that made the current situation worse.listu
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

As he was pushed back, John's eyes widened and his anger waned, taken too much by surprise. His head hit the wall with a solid thump followed by a yelp of pain, but what monopolized John's attention, really, were the fingers aroun his throat. His hands shot up, grabbing each one of Quinn's wrists and digging his fingernails into them, trying to pry his neck free. John could still breathe, but his mouth hung open to take in harsh pants, and he could feel the blood rushing to his face-- or maybe out of it. He didn't know. When the grip tightened, John made a noise of extreme discomfort and his eyes widened even more. A croak left his throat and his nails went from simply digging into Quinn's wrists to clawing at them. No. . .no. . .Quinn, the teacher rhasped, his eyes begging, pleading the other to stop. The pressure in his face felt extrodinary, and he felt like his head was going to explode. It didn't feel like he couldn't breathe-- it felt like he was going to die from his head exploding from the pressure. Quinn. . .please, he tried to beg, but it came out husky, and more like croaks than words. Please, he tried again, followed by, Don't. . . All of a sudden, a wave of desperateness washed over him and he lifted a leg, kicking out at Quinn as he struggled to get free of the hands. He wanted to yell some more, to scream, to understand why Quinn would ever claim that he cared when it was quite obvious that he didn't. If he cared, would he force John into foreplay? If he cared, would he force John into sex? If he cared, would he be choking John at this moment? Once more, John tried desperately to kick and thrash and claw his way out of the hold, hoping to find purchase first, and then get answers for Quinn's odd behavior. Or should he even bother? He could barely think. . .His face was a bright red, and his breaths were laboured.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

Quinn stared at John for a few seconds, uncomprehending, unblinking, not understanding what he was seeing - oh, there was an immense rush of power, and superiority, but then he was human again, and he was horrified at how he had his fingers wrapped around the older man's throat. He was suddenly, horrifically aware of the blonde's fingers wrapping around his wrists, plucking at his fingers, the frantic clawing of his hands, his wrists, his arms, and the desperate kick. The teacher's cries, how the face paled furiously. . . His grip relaxed slightly, as he realized what was happened to the other man, and then, finally, the fingers dropped away from his neck, back down ot his shoulders. The alread pale teen became ghost white as he realized what the hell he had just been doing to John. Choking him! Strangling the other man. And how much danger. . . John could've blacked out, and suffered cardiac arrest, and the most Quinn would've thought of it was, Oh, he passed out, he'll wake up. Stupid, stupid, stupid. John. . . Keeping the other man steady with one arm - it wouldn't do for him to fall to the floor from the sudden intake of air and crack his head - Quinn tentatively pulled John against him. He shouldn't be violent - he should be able to control his temper. Josh and Reed both warned him, but he didn't listen, did he? I'm sorry. . . Again. But this time he did sound tearful, did sound sorry. Pushing the other man back slightly, he brushed the back of one hand against John's neck, tlting his head back slightly to see the damange tha he had cauesd. He could see the faint marks of his fingers against the other's skin. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. . . There would be bruises, that much he could already tell. Please John, don't hate me. . . I'm so very sorry. . . Poor Quinn seemed nearly hysterical, and he certainly wasn't going to let John go now, as he had pressed himself against the older man, keeping the two of them close, with his face pressed into the other's shoulder. I didn't mean to hurt you. . .listu
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

In his struggle, John didn't notice how Quinn seemed to change-- no, he was too intent on escaping to really bother with pondering over the student's odd mood swings. They were a little more than odd. They were getting down-right frightening. John didn't know if he could handle any more of this. When the fingers loosened, the colour rushed out of John's face and he gasped for air, his knees buckling underneath him. It was good that there were arms on his shoulders. But wait, why were they there? Who did they belong to? In his state of confusion, John looked around wildly and realized that they were Quinn's arms supporting him, and that was surprising. Even more surprising was when John was pulled into Quinn's arms. Oddly enough, it felt safe. And it wasn't like John was in any condition to pull back. His knees felt like jello and his neck stung. Without even seeing his neck, he was sure that the flesh was going to bruise. That would be hell to cover up. But maybe he had enough evidence, now, to get Quinn out of his class-- or even arrested. Sent to a mental hospital. Lord, it seemed like he needed it! But, for shame, John knew he couldn't ever turn Quinn in. What was he to say? A student ten years his junior came onto him, almost raped him and choked him, and John wans't enough of a man to pry him off? Pathetic. No, John could never turn Quinn in. John's eyes lifted at the apology. There were tears of fright and relief in his eyes, and the begging apologies only made things worse. His body quivered in Quinn's arms and he pressed his face into Quinn's shoulder, his hands clutching at his shirt furiously and yet needily. This was a roller coaster ride. John didn't know what to feel. On one hand, Quinn had tried to rape him, but then he apologized-- but then he tried to choke him! and he apologized for that, too, sounding so sincere. On the other hand, Quinn seemed to be bipolar, or something. . .and that wouldn't bode well for anything. But now, John simply clung to Quinn and bit back sobs. He was too mixed-up to think.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

He himself wasn't quite sure as to why he was so bipolar - and why even bother findng out? He was normal enough at school, and at home. It was only in private, or in situations like these that he. . . That he was no longer. . . Quinn gave a small shudder, hand sliding up John's back to tangle itself in the blonde hair. And it felt so good to have John lean into his arms, and not pull away like he normally would've. Althogh, honestly, seeing the tears in John's eyes were, honestly, the worst. Like he said, he didn't mean to upset John. Didn't mean to hurt him at all. . . Didn't mean to even force him into rape. But that was what it nearly turned into, didn't it? All his fault, all his fault. . . But Quinn wasn't complaining about John pressing his face into his shoulder, and that the older man was clinging to his shirt in a desperate manner. If only he hadn't needed to go through much hassle for just this small moment. . . Quinn absentmindedly stroked the other man's blonde hair briefly, before giving a small sigh. Are you okay? Are you able to breathe? Quinn murmured, still running his hand through the other's hair. He wanted to be far more affectionate towards John, but what else could he fucking do? Does your neck hurt? God, Quinn worried about how much strain he was putting on John's mental state. How much more could be put the older man through? At what point would the English teacher snap? He shook his head briefly, and tried not to think of that, instead preferring to hold the blonde and enjoy the moment in a somewhat normal sort of way. Hopefully John didn't hate him still. After all, he did mean what he said. He meant it when he said he was sorry. He did, he really did! Even if John would most likely not believe him.listu
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

John's body quivered in fear as Quinn's hand came up to tangle in his hair. He feared more pain, or that the hand in such a place would force him to do something he wouldn't normally do. It was a legitimate fear, seeing as Quinn was known to John to use force and other such means. John didn't really seem to protest, either, though whether it was because he knew he couldn't lift a finger to go against Quinn's will or because he really didn't have the energy anymore really wasn't known. Instead, he was happy to note that the hand just stroked through his hair in a comforting manner, making John sigh and his body quit quivering. A sudden rush of calmness ran through him and even as he clung to Quinn he became less tense, breathing in the other's scent and enjoying this side of the boy. Because hell, who knew how much longer John would see this nice side of Quinn before the violent, raging side of him was released again? And Quinn's arms were just so. . .comfortable. John didn't want that raging side to come out again, not only because he feared for his safety but because this other side of the teen was so amazing. John could melt. Are you okay? Are you able to breathe? Does your neck hurt? John pulled his head away from Quinn's neck to look at the boy momentarily, his eyes red and puffy again, but no tears were falling anymore, and he gave a quivering smile at the worry in those words. Though John's best interest was probably to run, he didn't. Instead, murmured, Yeah, I'm fine. His neck was killing him, but he didn't say anything to that. With a sigh, John burried his face in Quinn's neck again and sniffled slightly, then loosened his hands from the other's shirt to wrap them around his waist. It felt nice. He might get addicted.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

Quinn could tell that John was afraid when he wound his fingers in his hair - what did he expect? For Quinn to yank his head back harshly, for the teen to suddenly force John back down on his knees to repeat yesterday's foreplay? No, no. . . Not now, Quinn wasn't that cruel right now. But, man. . . Having John stop shaking in his arms, having the blonde man press himself against the teen, his breathing no longer as ragged or quick. . . Knowing the fact that the English teacher was comfortable in his arms was a pleasant feeling. That, well, perhaps John wasn't quite so afraid of him anymore. And besides, it was rare that Quinn actually got violent. It was simply because the older man had the misfortune to say some things that simply. . . That simply pissed Quinn off. How John had assumed that he didn't care about him, didn't keep his word. . . Quinn shuddered briefly. He blinkd as he saw John's eyes. Shit. How much did this really hurt John? But at least he wasn't crying. . . At least he wasn't crying. If you say so, he murmured quietly, gently stroking his hair. Quinn was surprised, however, when John buried his face into his neck, and clung to his waist. But it was definately a good surprise, a pleasant surprise. Wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day like this. . . John? Quinn whispered, gently nudging his hip against the other man. Are you able to get home? Or do you just want to stay like this for a little bit longer? The latter would be preferred, of course. Worst comes to worst, Quinn would simply take John home, to wherever he lived secretive man, John was!, and then head home and fend off questions and other suspicians from his family. Althouhg he would probably wind up taking John home anyway, not trusting the current state that the teacher was in. He seemed too shaky. Physically, and mentally.listu
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

A soft, contented sigh passed John's lips as that hand stroked through his hair. He could definitely get used to this petting-- if only Quinn hadn't done what he had over the past few days. If only he hadn't forced John into the foreplay, and if only he'd gone about trying to win over John in this way-- with simple petting, and affection. The english teacher still would have been hesitant, but he was beginning to really like this contact. As long as it didn't go past this simple contact, that was. He could only take so much at once. Baby steps, baby steps. I. . .yeah, I can get home, John mumbled, lifting his head slightly off of Quinn's shoulder, though he was loathe to do so. Still, he had needed to reply. But. . .Can. . .I stay like this a bit longer? He flushed slightly at having to ask such a thing and pressed his body against Quinn more. It wasn't in a sexual manner at all, but in a manner that clearly said he needed a bit more of the touch, more than he needed to go home. His hands reached up more, wrapping around Quinn's neck as John rested his head against the student's chest. Like this, and quiet, he could imagine that he wasn't in the same situation-- that he wasn't hugging a minor, and a student, but that he was hugging a lover. Such a touch, such a fantasy, had been something that John needed for so very long. Who knew? Maybe the old suggestion, that a crabby teacher just needed to get laid-- or in John's case, loved-- was actually true.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

The soft sigh was a good sign for Quinn - a really good sign. John wasn't quite afraid of him as he initially was, and was comfortable enough to even let himself be held this way. And while the English teacher might've wished that Quinn hadn't forced him to give him a blowjob, while he might've wished that he wasn't almost raped. . . It happened nonetheless. Too bad, right? But it was good that John was enjoying this. . . And really, all Quinn had to do was stop himself from being manipulative and taking advantage of John. Nope. That'd be really bad. A total one step forward, two steps back sort of thing. And besides, with what he had done to John. . . Perhaps it'd be best if Quinn took it slow. Cuddling, petting. Small kisses. Mm. . . Maybe it'd be best if I drove you home. . . Quinn murmured. He gave a small smile when he saw how John turned a slight red as he asked if they could cuddle for a little longer. Of course, he said, nodding slightly, and rested his chin on the top of John's head as the teacher pressed against him once more. It was a little surprising, at how this situation had every potential to be very awkward, but it wasn't. Quinn flinched slightly as he felt John's hands reach up and wrap around his neck, a little surprised at the action. But he relaxed after a few seconds, and closed hsi eyes, his own hands sliding down to rest on John's waist. It was the same touch, the same action that Quinn used when he was with a boyfriend or a girlfriend, and he was serious about them. Although, of course, with the fondness that John was showing him right now. . . There was always the question of how John would react to the fact that no, Quinn wasn't single. He had a girlfriend currently, even though he didn't particularly care about her. Ah well. He didn't care about Kelsey. . . But breaking up with her after two days. . . Uusally, he gave a guy or a girl a week before he broke up with them. listu