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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_White_Stripes, Jack_White_-_Fandom, Modest_Mouse_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Jack_White_/_Isaac_Brock, Isaac_Brock_/_Jack_White, Jack_White/Isaac
      Brock
  Character:
      Jack_White, Isaac_Brock
  Additional Tags:
      Because_why_not_right, Catholic_School, Boarding_School, Internalized
      Homophobia, Age_Difference, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Drug_Use, Isaac_is_a
      smart_ass, as_it_turns_out_he's_also_way_too_sexually_active_for_Jack's
      tastes, but_he's_got_the_booty, and_it_is_glorious, surprise_bitch_you
      thought_you'd_seen_the_last_of_me, that_title_made_me_giggle_as_well
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-04 Updated: 2015-09-04 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2551
****** Forgive Me Padre For I Have Sinned ******
by Cowboy_Dan_(glitchkillgasm)
Summary
     Well, we've got total queer Isaac that's been dropped off at a
     catholic boarding school to try and keep him from his devilish ways.
     In the other corner, we've got headmaster!Jack who also does
     religious things because what the fuck even is the catholic church,
     amirite? So, Isaac wants to get a little bit of the D from the Jdubs
     and shit goes on from there.
***** Chapter 1 *****
With extreme order comes an equal amount of disorder to counterbalance it, this
is the only way that a student like Isaac Brock can be explained. There is
always a reason for things, Jack reminds himself, the lord works in mysterious
ways. He just wouldn't have thought that she would bring a teenager into his
life that he would be tempted to murder every moment of each of their
encounters, but he figures anything is possible, and that maybe she wants him
to try his hand at it.
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The amount of silence is present on purpose to state the gravity of the
situation, on Jack's part it's deliberate and calculated to be the precise
amount of time to ensure optimal uncomfortability with the young man seated
before him. Isaac, on the other hand, appears to be quiet -- For once -- out of
defiance and arrogance, green eyes are meeting Jack's in a stare that matches
his own intensity, meant to display that he isn't afraid. He's not, and they
both are aware of this, but it's his job as the headmaster of Saint Gabriel's
to find ways to work around that tough exterior of his. It's been four days at
most since his family dropped him off at his doorstep with not much other than
the baseline tuition and a handshake from the boy's mother, the brisk nature of
their departure tells a tale of distanced and stressed relationships that they
wanted to rid themselves of. Jack had told them that he would be in good hands,
which had amounted to 'you don't have to worry about him until he turns
eighteen'. It's actually his job to whip him into shape before that date comes,
but it's not like he's making it easy for him, which is evident by the pack of
American Spirits that he'd confiscated about ten minutes prior.
His leniency under the guise of it being the boy's first week at a rather
strict school centered around religion was wearing thin as thread, threatening
to snap at this very second if Isaac didn't straighten himself out. Smoking was
strictly prohibited on school grounds and it was clear that he had been aware
of that rule by the way that he had poorly tried to hide himself away from
where anyone would spot him. Jack laces his fingers neatly in front of him on
his desk and he gauges his expression for any sort of reaction at all before he
speaks, "I think you might have the wrong idea about how things work around
this place; Apart from god I am the person in charge. Rules are enforced here
and unfortunately I'm not willing to look the other way on this offense. On top
of that, I get the feeling that you don't respect me as the man of this
institution," He gestures towards himself briefly, "Which is the second thing
that I'm going to have to punish you for -- Your silence and lack of general
cooperation with my efforts to lead you on the right path."
He hasn't even heard the boy's voice even when he stepped into his office for
the first time to get his scheduling and information as to where he would be
staying for his duration at the school, lips pressed into a thin line to
prevent noise from escaping. God, it takes all of the power in his bone marrow
not to leap over the desk and grab him by the collar when the introduction to
how he sounds is "You can go fuck yourself".
 
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He's gone too far, he's gone too far and Jack fears that he isn't going to be
able to forgive him as well as the lord wants for him to, doesn't know if any
amount of lashings or bruises left on the younger man's skin will suffice. He
smells like ashes that aren't tobacco related and it's disgusting enough that
he's almost tempted to let go of the fabric of his uniform that's twisted up in
his clenched fists, dark eyes are searching for an explanation and it's the
worst possible time for Isaac to stop speaking entirely. Sure, he had been
talking shit before, acting out the whole rebellious routine, but now he's dead
silent and he's just staring up at him like he's genuinely curious about what
he's going to do next.
Perched up on his desk with a joint between his index finger and thumb, there
had been smoke that swirled around him, something unfamiliar by experience but
known due to common sense, it didn't take long for his anger to grow into
something unmanageable. He had yanked him forward by the lapels of his jacket
and gained a sound of surprise from him, a mixture of a gasp and the quaking of
his lungs as he struggled to manage that smoke that he had drawn into them. Now
they're face to face and his jaw is clenched so tightly that he's afraid that
the integrity of his teeth are going to be compromised, but the oddest thing
about it is the lack of fight that the boy should have in him at that point.
He's scrawny, he could tell that by the second that they had met, but he should
have a bite of some sort to him. But instead, he's looking up at him with
forest green eyes that show a spark of an epiphany has just struck through him
and he's not sure what to do with the information, instead he's frozen
underneath him.
Those lips are flush against his before his mind can register them, he stands
there, closing his eyes and focusing on grounding himself to here and now, the
rational side of him, the side he's desperately trying to bring out. A moan
sneaks past his guard when Isaac bites his bottom lip playfully, a light jolt
of just enough pain that it adds to the pleasure, and he knows that he's in too
deep when his whole body feels heated.
"Oh, I see." Isaac sounds almost cocky, eyes narrowing up at him once he pulls
off for a breath. He's sinned enough for the both of them in his short lifetime
and Jack can finally see him for what he is, a snake in the grass, a threat
disguised as a misunderstanding. His demise.
Jack's been told his entire life that the feeling that comes next is wrong,
that he should be ashamed of himself for the urge inside of him that tells him
that Isaac's lips look soft and heavenly. He feels disgusting and full of sin
and he suddenly doesn't feel all that well and there is a hand that finds its
way in the center of his chest, fingers splayed out but not pushing at all.
Isaac might as well be beckoning him forward with open arms. The corner of his
mouth quirks upwards and his nose crinkles at the bridge, all crooked pearly
teeth and bad intentions, "You never done this before?" He asks and there's a
chuckle in there that is too casual for his tastes, "I mean, you've never been
with a guy?"
So it comes across to Jack in that instant that Isaac's planned it all, that
he's got him cornered and it's all some game to him to try and push the
barriers between them. He questions everything -- All of the punishments and
the noises that the young man had made when he caned him that weren't
necessarily entirely out of agony, the glint of pleasure in his eye when he
would be caught in the act of breaking the rules, his frequent visits to his
office. Jack does what he can and he takes a step back, running a hand through
his hair and focusing his gaze elsewhere than Isaac, "I'm celibate." he grits
out and it tastes like bile in the back of his throat because it means choking
back more urges.
"Guy like you, 'm sure that's not that case." And his fingers easily encircle
his belt buckle and Jack doesn't know why it's so easy for him to coax him
forward by it, "Been playin' this game for quite some time, you and me, cat and
mouse." He's breathless by the time his other hand stubs out the drug onto his
mahogany desk rather carelessly. It moves to feel him through the front of his
pants in a way that makes him question how often he's done it, or if this is
just one other thing to add to the list of reasons why his family had left him
there.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He sounds firm and his hand grips
around Isaac's wrist, but he doesn't make an attempt to stop him from stroking
him through the material, can't even start to help the fact that he's hard to
his touch. Isaac merely rolls his eyes at that lie, how Jack couldn't even
commit to it with conviction in his tone, his fingers running firmly along his
length and wrapping around him.
"This isn't right." Jack states firmly and for once he gets the courage to pull
Isaac's hand off of him, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Look," The young man shifts himself on the desk as if he's getting ready to
lay some heavy wisdom on him, "You believe in god, right?" He gets a nod in
reply, to which he continues. Tilting his head to the side and steadying his
gaze on Jack, he has to fight back the laugh that even comes from the concept
of him full-heartedly having faith in something like that, "Well, I don't think
that god would give you the ability to have a hard on if it weren't natural.
So, you're hard for me, it means you wanna fuck -- So let's do it. If god was
such a homophobe, you really think he'd give dudes prostates?" and it makes too
much sense. Jack's convinced that Isaac's Satan set out to tempt him, and he
doesn't have the willpower to stop it from happening even though he knows the
end result.
His dark eyes don't waver but there is a hunger that Isaac can detect now when
he steps back and gives a simple command of "on your knees" and it's so
difficult to keep his cool when he's scrambling to comply before he changes his
mind.
***** Get Behind Me Satan *****
Chapter Summary
     Tiny chapter I've been meaning to post.
His mouth is on him and it feels confident enough that Jack questions whether
or not he should be wearing protection, mind drifting to somewhere that shows
him all of the filthy little details of Isaac's past, on his knees, pleasuring
and having it drawn out of him in return. It's enough to make his stomach twist
into knots and he embraces it by clutching at the base of his skull, fingers
sprawling out over his scalp and steadying him down onto his length, the tip of
his cock reaching the back of his throat far too soon although he seems
determined to push his limits. His other hand curves around the smooth finish
of his desk, over the edge and he's leaning against it, giving it his best
effort not to make a sound that'll cause any unwarranted attention to come
their way. God, if it isn't enough to have Isaac offer to blow him in the first
place, it sends him into overdrive when he's forcing himself down, wanting to
take every inch of him into his mouth. It's a lingering concept in the back of
his mind that the young man is trying very hard and that he can tell he's
aiming to impress, it creates a sense of paranoia that he's planned this, that
he's looked forward to it.
"Christ," He feels Isaac's throat contract around his base and he doesn't even
choke, doesn't move back to prevent himself from doing so, either, instead just
sitting motionless and it springs to his attention that he's waiting. His
fingers grab at some of the shorter hairs at the back of his head and he moves
him manually with his grip, confidently fucking his face with gentle motions of
his hips once he's fairly sure that he's capable of, and willing to be treated
this way. He notices that Isaac's hand is pulling down his own zipper and
expertly popping open the button with two fingers, sliding his fingers down
into the front of his underwear and grinding into his own touch. Some words
come out of his mouth that are absent to his mind, "Is this why you've been
such a pain all this time, is this what you've wanted?" He asks in a rough
voice, forcing him down and watching with a sense of fascination when he chokes
out a groan and swallows around him.
His fingers wrap around the thickness of his cock and Jack sees him run his
thumb gently over the slit, some of the fluid gathered there being slid around
over the head as he does it, a subtle shiver going through Isaac's body. He
pulls off, tugging away Jack's hand from his head and he takes just enough time
to shove two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his saliva before
he draws him back in. It's lewd and it shouldn't make him want more from the
young man when he wiggles his hips to move his pants down below his ass and he
reaches back to lubricate himself out of view, his jaw going just a bit relaxed
when he does manage to fit his fingers inside of himself.
He feels the need to interject, "Just how far you think your pretty mouth is
gonna get you, boy?" He asks and there is a hint of a patronizing tone to it
but he runs his fingers delicately against his scalp, not quite tugging at the
strands any more than is required to move through the thick tresses, "Not
really sure you deserve to be had by me, Isaac -- Not truly, at least." Instead
of remaining docile and complacent to this supposed disappointing notion, the
young man wrenches himself away from Jack's clutches -- Takes his mouth off of
him and pulls his fingers out of himself and he's on his feet before he can
even catch his breath to ask him where the hell he thinks he's heading, "Fuck
you, then, it's not like you're special." He lies and it holds a weight on
Isaac's tongue that is uncomfortable.
Jack's pride prevents him from telling him to stay, but he jerks off to the
images once the door is closed behind him and white splotches behind his
eyelids when he cums harder than ever before, body trembling and tense. Pressed
up against the door so that he can hear all of the soft and subtle movements,
the hitching of breath and the whispering of names underneath bitten lips is
Isaac, hand pressed down the front of his pants with a sort of stealth that'll
keep his own dignity in tact. The young man has to fight back a whimper when
his orgasm hits him and he's got his lips against the wood of his door,
breathing softly and raggedly into the varnish as his knuckles are coated with
pearly fluid. They'll play this game for weeks.
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