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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      F/F, M/M
  Fandom:
      Kingsman_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Hart_|_Galahad/Gary_"Eggsy"_Unwin, Roxy_Morton_|_Lancelot/Poppy
      Adams
  Character:
      Gary_"Eggsy"_Unwin, Roxy_Morton_|_Lancelot, Harry_Hart_|_Galahad
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher, Teacher_Harry, Student_Eggsy,
      Ephebophilia, Statutory_Rape, First_Crush, Underage_Masturbation,
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Anal_Sex, Dark_Harry, Rape/Non-con
      Elements, Mutual_Pining, Anal_Fingering, Loss_of_Virginity, Hand_Jobs,
      Blood_As_Lube, Out_of_Character, Implied/Referenced_Character_Death
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-01 Words: 4247
****** #TCC ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     He's so beautiful. He makes me ill every time I see him. My stomach
     jumps around and my heart beats too fast when he speaks to me, when
     he reads from a book, and my legs stop working right when he kisses
     me and whispers to me to never tell anybody what we've done.
It hadn't been five minutes into the first day of school and Eggsy already
found himself admiring his new English teacher.
Mr. Hart was his name, a tall, lean, gorgeous man. Dark hair with greying
temples, dark eyes that appeared wise behind his spectacles, and distinguished
lines about his face that he found himself drooling over. He barely paid
attention in lectures when such a handsome man stood before him, speaking in a
smokey tone of voice that sounded like music.
He'd get tight knots in his stomach whenever Mr. Hart approached him at his
desk, asking what he was writing about in his journal. It was used to practice
writing, extra points were given if the word-of-the-day was used.
His crush had been getting the best of him, he'd write coy notes in his journal
for Mr. Hart to read over during silent work periods. Without fail, he'd get a
glance from his movie-star handsome teacher and warm smile that ignited his
whole body in hot flames. He'd get knots in his stomach when he'd approach him
to give back his journal personally, their hands brushed against each other
exactly 15 times since the school year started. In these first few months, Mr.
Hart had given Eggsy 23 and a half glances, 13 smiles, three smirks, and
clapped his shoulder once.
His heart got aflutter one day when Mr. Hart came into class on an
exceptionally hot day, two buttons on his shirt were undone, allowing the
entire class to see a few inches his tanned, naked chest. Eggsy took this as an
invitation to flirt further, and Mr. Hart gave him a half-lidded stare while he
explained what “dispassionate” meant.
“Dispassionate is when you don't react to things. Like, if you was to be in a
car accident, you wouldn't react or nothing.” He leaned over his desk, a cheeky
smirk on his face and his voice a low whisper.
“How would you use it in a sentence?” His large hands folded over each other on
Eggsy's desk, and he looked so nervous as he responded.
“I think Mr. Hart is dispassionate about everything beyond English.” His smirk
grew, and it got a small chuckle out of Mr. Hart.
He smiled, his smile was almost indescribable. His whole face would light up
when he smiled. The expression would make Eggsy's insides twist and turn all
the wrong way, and he went home that night and masturbated to the idea of Mr.
Hart smiling like that at him, groping him, kissing him and making Eggsy all
his own.
In the early hours, he was searching around the internet, still beaming and
warm after his orgasm. A while ago, he'd heard of TCC – the teacher crush
community. Only now was he browsing it, immediately falling in love with the
community and making his own blog. His first post was awkward, likely something
he'd thought to write in his journal before, but never did.
hes handsome, his voice makes my stomach twist up and i just touched myself
thinking about him fucking me.
Within only twenty minutes, he'd received three likes on his post, and he got a
message.
Hi! I see you're new! I'm Roxy, what's your name?
eggsy. you have a crush on your teacher too??
Yeah, that's what the community is about. Check out my blog, I think you'd like
it.
He browsed Roxy's blog for twenty minutes, finding himself envying every single
thing she posted.
My teacher is super retro, I feel like Lolita every time she keeps me after
class and disciplines me for teasing her. One time I came in with heart-shaped
sunglasses and after class she kissed me. Holy shit, she's absolutely perfect.
She just smiled at me and asked me to call her later tonight. My heart skipped
twelve beats.
What we do is perfectly legal. I'm three days away from being 18, we've never
done anything sexual before.
She put her hand on my thigh while we were talking. She asked me if I enjoy
Sapphic literature, and she sent me home with The Price of Salt.
She is the Carol to my Therese.
I called her last night and we masturbated together.
Envy boiled in Eggsy. He thought she was just trying to brag, make him feel
like shit because he hadn't gotten Mr. Hart to do anything romantic with him.
He decided that he would make his feelings known to Mr. Hart. Harry. He'd make
his feelings known to Harry.
===============================================================================
 
He steps into class, finding that Harry hasn't come in yet. He slips into the
front seat, right by the teacher's desk, placing himself in his direct line of
sight. If he wanted to address the class, he'd be addressing Eggsy first and
foremost.
He's smirking, grinning, looking proud and confident as the class fills in.
When Harry finally enters the room, the tension grows so thick it could be cut
with a knife. Eggsy smiles up at his teacher.
“Hello,” he says slowly, setting down his leather briefcase and leaning his hip
against the desk.
Eggsy leans his jaw on his palm, his smirk distracting Harry as he asks the
class about Fahrenheit 451. He tries to answer every single question, however,
Harry disregards him and calls on other students.
At first he's upset. Can he not tell I'm trying to impress him? He glares, just
slightly, to get his point across.
Soon, he's called on to answer a question about Beatty. He barely registers
what he's saying, he knows he is getting the answer right, because Harry smiles
and nods reassuringly when he stops speaking.
“Exactly. Great job, Gary.” They were still on formal name basis, but in
Eggsy's head they weren't.
He moves on to other questions, but he still stares in that star-struck way he
does whenever he gets any bit of Harry's attention.
===============================================================================
 
A month or two later, Eggsy is asked to stay after class momentarily to discuss
his journal entry for the previous day.
He takes a seat across from Harry at his desk, he sits with his bag on his lap,
trying to hide his excitement at being alone in a room with him. This man he's
been admiring for weeks and weeks is finally spending a private moment with
him, something he'd only dreamed about. He could only imagine how vulgar they'd
get. Maybe he'd ask for him to stay after school, ask him to help clean up, get
talking about how they're both lonely.
Maybe in a few hours he'd be bent over a desk, begging for Harry to go deeper
and crying when he complies.
Eggsy straightens up, smiling pleasantly at Harry as he flips to the dog-eared
page in the journal. He places his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, he
looks so perfect with those thick, black rims framing his tired eyes.
“Gary—”
“Eggsy. Please, call me Eggsy.” He interrupts, gripping harder onto the fabric
of his bag and keeping eye contact with Harry.
“Eggsy,” his voice sounds bright, but he does sound slightly annoyed. “I'd like
to speak with you about your journal.”
He looks over it briefly, exhaling slowly as he reaches the end of the passage.
Eggsy is confused to see Harry upset. Why would he be upset? He smirks up at
his teacher, hoping his smile will brighten his mood.
“'You're handsome, you makes my stomach twist up?' Eggsy, you need to be
careful with things like this. Legally, I can't do anything.” He looks
remorseful as he says this. Eggsy furrows his brow and looks completely lost as
he tries to place why Harry would say that.
“What do you mean? I thought you liked me back. That's why I wrote that at
all.” His eyes get blurry, his heart sinks in his chest and he covers his face
with his hands.
He stops himself from sobbing, but his back does shudder as he gets his
distress out. He hears a quiet exhale, more like a sigh, and a hand rests
gently on his shoulder.
Eggsy looks up to find Harry staring at him with sympathetic eyes. He smiles
gently when he sees his student brighten up, and he claps his shoulder a few
times.
“How about we agree to one thing? If you want to keep flirting, I'll give you a
phone number, and I'll be available between six and ten. Please, text or call
me then.” He smiles, his voice is low and calm.
He scribbles down a set of numbers, setting it in front of Eggsy. He takes it,
his eyes wide and probably reflecting some kind of deep-rooted love and
admiration. They smile at each other in silence, and his first instinct is to
lean into Harry and kiss him, but he doesn't feel the same.
“I'll talk to you tonight, Eggsy.” He reassures him, making him nervous, making
those dreaded knots in his stomach again.
===============================================================================
 
Eggsy paces around his room, waiting for Harry to respond to his text.
i love you, can we please go out???
He'd already spoken to Roxy earlier in the night, she regaled him with stories
about her teacher, and how they recently planned to go on a mini-break and
finally have sex. He was being nice to her while they chatted, but he found
himself in a fiery rage as she went on and on about how much she loved her
teacher and how her teacher reciprocated those feelings so openly.
She loves me, too, she's been hinting that she's going to take me to some
beautiful villa in France once summer break starts. I'll be legal then, I can
finally get away from my parents, go to a beautiful country with someone maybe
even more beautiful, no point rejecting that offer.
wow, lucky. i couldn't convince t to do that.
Aww, you just need to work harder! I hope you two end up happy together. <3
He lies back in bed, nervous about how Harry will respond. He's sure he'll say
the same back, especially after giving him the number in the first place. Eggsy
paces again to forget the awful twisting of his organs, and he nearly panics
when his phone buzzes.
Eggsy rushes to the phone, sitting down on the edge of his bed. It takes him
four reads to understand what Harry's saying. His heart races and he can't
comprehend what it is that he's feeling.
I_feel_exactly_the_same_way,_Eggsy._But_we_need_to_remain_inconspicuous.
wot?
He kicks himself. He's going to make Harry think that he's stupid and unworthy
of his love.
We_can't_be_like_this_in_class._Only_off_campus._I_hope_you_understand.
He gets it completely. Their situation only gets more romantic, he practically
melts thinking that they'll both be so secretive. Maybe he'd get to go to
Harry's house, for complete privacy.
i get you. whats the plan???
While he waits for a response, he dreams. Living in Harry's house, spending a
few hours alone before he gets home from work, tease each other while making
dinner, having rough sex before curling up together in bed, all of it nearly
made him cry, it was so perfect.
Tomorrow,_how_about_we_go_to_a_movie_together?_There's_one_I_think_you'd_like.
of course, harry.
mr. hart, shit.
Don't_apologise._I_don't_want_you_treating_me_like_I'm_your_teacher.
Eggsy holds his phone to his chest, smiling and laughing as he mentally
prepares for his first date. He immediately goes to text Roxy, and she's quite
proud of him.
Really? You bagged T? Good job! <3 Good luck to you both.
thanks so much, rox. hes takin me to a movie tomorrow, cant wait.
Oh my god. Tell me everything.
will do. nite rox.
Night!
His head spins. This can't be real, nothing feels real anymore. He's going on a
date with smart, beautiful, perfect Harry.
===============================================================================
 
He can't focus all day. Eggsy finds himself sitting in the bathroom for all of
Maths, he can't possibly focus on algebra when all he can think about is how
he's going to prepare for his date. Obviously he needs to wear cologne, he
needs to wear fresher clothes than the ones he currently has on, and he has an
Adidas jacket he wants to wear. Yellow and black, he'd worn it before to class
and Harry thought it was nice.
Eggsy palmed himself through his trousers while reading through the texts. He
kept himself silent, rolling his palm over his stiffening crotch, he makes
himself upset when he remembers it's not Harry jerking him off. When he comes,
he immediately regrets what he's done. He's got two classes left, one of which
is Harry's.
He hears someone step into the washroom. The door clicks shut, like it's been
locked. Eggsy silences his panting and his muted moans, but he didn't stop in
time. He hears a familiar voice.
“Is anybody in here?” Harry asks, low voice, just like the one he used
yesterday.
“Harry?” Eggsy asks, exasperated, breathing a bit too hard and conspicuously.
He opens the door, they share a quiet smile when they see each other. Eggsy's
cheeks are red, he covers himself with his jacket, turning more red in the face
seeing Harry.
“What are you doing?” He closes the door behind him, allowing privacy between
the both of them. Eggsy smirks up at Harry, eyes half-lidded, and tries to
gesture at him to come closer.
“Thinking about you, what are you doing in here?” Eggsy grins when Harry comes
closer, he grabs Eggsy's arms, smiling down at him.
“I did just want privacy, but this will do.” He notices the tightness in his
pants and starts running his fingertips over the bulge. Eggsy goes wide-eyed
and he leans back, throwing his head back and moaning silently as Harry
caresses his crotch.
They sit back in the toilet, Eggsy breathes heavily, holding onto Harry for
support.
“Oh god, fuck me, Harry.” He whines, gripping hard onto the older man, grinning
and exhaling loudly and crying in joy.
While he thinks they're just going to make out for a few minutes in the stall,
Harry slips his hand into his pants and starts pulling out his cock. Eggsy
becomes slightly concerned, his eyebrows raise curiously and he is unsure what
Harry is doing.
He takes his cock and holds it by Eggsy's mouth, brows furrowed as he tries to
non-verbally tell Eggsy to suck it.
“Can we just kiss instead?” He asks quietly, his voice almost shaking. Harry
steps back, sighing.
“You're getting nothing, then. Fuck the movie, let's just go back to my house
after school. Would you like that?” He zips his trousers back up, and Eggsy
gets upset, thinking he's ruined his chance with Harry.
“Yeah, can we kiss before you go?” He tries to get on Harry's level, tilting
his head and inviting him in for a kiss.
Harry walks out of the toilets and Eggsy is left to clean himself up and feel
ashamed for not giving him a blowjob.
===============================================================================
 
 i fucked up rox.
How'd you fuck up?
we were in the toilet. he was rubbing me an i was about to cum but he wanted me
to blow him. i just wanted a kiss.
You didn't fuck up Eggsy. What's going on now?
were goin to his place after school. im so nervous. what if i dont do well???
Do well? Sex?
yeh. im sure hes invitin me to have sex with him. im so scared i wont do it
rite. he was so mad i didnt blow him i have to do well when we fuck.
Anything in particular that you like in bed?
He'd never had sex before. He couldn't even imagine how exactly he'd want to
have sex. In all the videos he'd seen, he did like the idea of Harry topping
him, and he loved being rough with himself while masturbating, he was certain
he enjoyed those kinds of things. Would Harry enjoy those things?
yeah. but i dunno if hell like it.
Well, hopefully he will. Good luck. I've got to get to bed. Night!
nite roxy. thank you.
===============================================================================
 
The car ride is silent. Eggsy sits in the front seat, gazing out the window and
watching everything with a bored kind of look in his eyes. He is excited,
there's no doubt about that, but he just can't get himself visibly enthusiastic
about going to Harry's house and finally doing something he'd only imagined for
months. Those same knots were in his stomach, they never failed to show up when
he was with Harry.
When they get to his townhouse, he leads Eggsy in like he's not supposed to be
seen around here. He locks them in, and for a brief moment Eggsy gets to look
around the house. Framed butterflies, paintings of dogs, overall very classy
and what he'd expect from Harry, beyond the butterflies.
“It's really nice,” he sounds awestruck, but really he just can't believe
they're alone, granted complete privacy for the first time since they've known
each other.
“Thank you.” Harry has his hands on Eggsy's shoulder, moving to stand behind
him as he lets him look around. He doesn't get too far before he insists that
they get a drink and go upstairs.
“You'll have time to look around later, but right now, I really need a drink.”
He pours them both a finger of whisky and they go up to his bedroom. Eggsy
feels quite adult, lying in bed with someone so much older, someone who did
actually care about him, someone who actually put effort into him.
Harry was in a good mood now, he was kissing Eggsy, cupping his face and making
him feel so incredibly special. He laughs during every break they take to
breathe. The knots are undoing themselves as they kiss, Harry grins when Eggsy
tries to pull him on top of him.
“You little slut,” he laughs gently, kissing down Eggsy's neck. He shudders
when Harry calls him that, god, the things he does to him.
Harry is hard before they even begin undressing. However, when they do undress,
he doesn't undress himself fully, instead opting for Eggsy to be completely
naked. He takes in the sight, such a pretty young boy lying before him,
grinning up at him like it was all he knew. Harry smirked when Eggsy moved his
hand down his naked stomach per his command. His pale skin was flushing pink as
his fingers crept further down.
He eventually is just barely touching his cock, it's erect and it's been
painful to ignore for as long as he has. Harry glances between the prick and
the gaze of its owner, he leans over and takes Eggsy's hand, moving it in the
exact way he wants.
He makes Eggsy jerk himself off, first slow, excruciating really. His hand
strokes his prick very slowly, but his grip is firm and it sends electric
shocks down his legs. He arches them, Harry places himself between them and
further instructs Eggsy.
Harry has him progressively speed up, his grip lighter as the sensation
intensifies. He'd never felt like this going on his own.
“Fuck, FUCK,” he groans at the back of his throat as he leans back, arching his
back and sighing in a high tone as Harry grabs his other hand and licks Eggsy's
index finger. It makes him shiver in delight, he can feel precum pooling at the
head of his cock. He's throbbing, he's nearing an orgasm, but Harry doesn't
allow him.
Harry lubes up his and Eggsy's finger with saliva and starts rubbing them
against his arsehole. He catches a breath in his chest, his eyes go wide and he
starts having doubts. Of course, these doubts don't stop him from letting Harry
penetrate him with his own finger.
The finger slips in slowly, at a pace that burns.
“Ow, fuck!” He whimpers, exhaling sharply and trying to push himself onto his
finger to get the pain over with.
His shoulders tense up, he shakes and grabs hard onto the bed. He squeezes his
eyes shut, imagining how sex could be like this. He liked rough, he loved
fucking himself with his mum's dildos, but he didn't like how unlubed fingering
felt.
He couldn't find a way to describe how awful it felt, but he couldn't manage to
tell Harry he didn't like it. He was getting what he wanted—he was having sex
with Harry, but the pain was too unbearable. Eggsy's stomach turned, he felt
like he would start vomiting.
After that moment ended, the finger was removed. When he looks down to see what
he's doing now, he notices obscene amounts of blood leaking from him. He
screams, his eyes are wide and he can't comprehend that all of this has made
him bleed. Harry scowls, he grips his hand over his mouth and nose, Eggsy can
barely breathe after he does this.
“Shh, or I'll stop right now.” He whispers, somehow harsh yet gentle.
Eggsy feels internally grateful when he insists that he'll stop, now he hopes
that Harry will take him to the hospital, or just try to stop the bleeding.
He leans over to the bedside table and pulls out a box of condoms, putting one
on before he goes to fuck Eggsy. It's unlubed, he didn't pull out his lube or
search deeper into his drawer to find the pre-lubed condoms, but Eggsy wouldn't
know he had lube at all.
At first, it's gut-wrenching pain, Harry pushes his cock into Eggsy slowly,
which makes him yelp and groan and breathe quickly. He claps his hand down on
his mouth, pushing in until the entire length of his prick is stuck inside his
virgin arse. Eggsy's eyes form fat tears, ones that crawl down his pink cheeks
and alert Harry that he is hurting.
He doesn't stop.
Next, he starts sliding his cock in back and forth. Eggsy feels like his
insides are going to be torn out, he shrieks into Harry's palm as he fucks him
as deeply as he can. The garbled groan/shriek/whine barely resonated beneath
Harry's strong hand. He feels like he's being torn apart.
“Don't you like that? You told me you liked it rough.” He grabs his thighs,
forcing him to ride his cock until he's finished.
“Doesn't it hurt you?” He sounds pleading, he wants to get out of this house as
quickly as possible, switch schools, change his name, whatever he can do just
so he'd never have to see Harry again.
Eggsy bobs on him, not so much bob as he is stuck with an erect prick in his
arse and he can't move. Everything is sore, he wants to go home. His fear
blossoms as Harry pulls out of Eggsy.
His face is hostile, he scoffs when he sees Eggsy try to run away, but the
soreness keeps him from leaving the bed. Blood pools under him, he's starting
to get light-headed. Harry grabs his face, staring deep into Eggsy's eyes and
glaring.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You can't leave. You'll tell everyone about what
we've done. I'm not going to get fired because of you.” He pins Eggsy down by
his neck, holding it tightly between his two hands.
Beneath him, the boy cowers, his tears flow freely now. He swears at Roxy in
his head for encouraging him to do this. It's not her fault, but he did take
her seriously and because of that he was going to die. He mostly curses himself
for joining that community, for writing in his journal, for flirting with Harry
at all, for fucking himself over, for letting himself be locked up in his
house, for not telling anybody where he was going to be, for believing that he
could have a relationship with his teacher, for believing that Harry would
treat him right. But most importantly, he screamed at himself for getting
himself killed, leaving Daisy protected by absolutely nobody.
“Please, I won't say nothing. I just want to go home.” He sobs, sounding more
like a primary school child than a fifteen-year-old.
“To your alcoholic, drug addict mother? To your stepfather who beats you and
pushes the drugs your mother abuses instead of caring for your baby sister? I
don't think you're necessary there, not if I call the NSPCC. She'll be put into
better care than you ever provided.” His words sting, Eggsy knows his nose is
running and that he'll soon pass out from blood loss, but he still wastes
energy crying.
“Daisy needs me. Just let me go home, Mr. Hart.” He tries to sound level, but
Harry doesn't listen.
“You never did anything to care for her. You're absolutely worthless, Eggsy.”
Harry tightens his grip on Eggsy's throat, he begins choking, His thumbs press
hard onto the centre of his neck, he can feel the air slowly dying in his
lungs. He thrashes, he uses all of his energy and will to kick Harry off.
He chokes and coughs when he tries to tell Harry to stop. Eggsy becomes weaker
as he begs, his bright eyes become dull as he stares up into eyes that he once
thought held every secret to the universe. Now, he can't see anything behind
them. Just glazed eyes that likely have viewed this same image more than once.
 
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