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Jesse loves Mr. White. A lot. Ever since the first time Jesse sat a little bit too close to him after class.
The two of them had been exchanging lingering glances for a while. Small smiles, and Mr. White sounding extra happy when Jesse came into his classroom. When Jesse would raise his hand and ask for help, Mr. White would stand closer than necessary. Leaning over a little more, even putting his hand on Jesse's shoulder while explaining something from the textbook.
They were going over Jesse’s latest essay, and Walt was pointing out where he was wrong and how to improve. If he just applied himself. Mr. White was, and still is, one of the few people who actually cares about him. Jesse was overwhelmed with the one-on-one attention Mr. White was giving him, and saw it as the perfect opportunity to place his hand on Mr. White's thigh.
‘Jesse. We can’t do this. It’s not appropriate. You’re a child.’
‘Don’t you like me?’ He had asked. ‘Am I ugly?’ Spoken like a truly insecure teenager.
’Of course I like you. And you’re very pretty. But you’re my student. It’s wrong.’
’But what if I want it? It can’t be that wrong?’
Walt had just shaken his head and removed Jesse’s hand from his leg. They continued their review of the essay while Jesse wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and die.
A few weeks later, after a particularly nasty fight with his parents, Jesse had showed up at Walt’s doorstep in the middle of the night. It was pouring rain outside (what are the goddamn odds? They live in a damn desert) and Skyler along with Walt Jr. were spending the night at Hank and Marie’s. Jesse had looked so sad and pathetic, drenched to the bone and shivering. In a moment of weakness, he had let Jesse inside. Walt had invited Jesse to take a shower while Walt prepared him a sandwich. Walt had gathered a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that would be several sizes too big, but it’s all he had on hand. Walt Jr.’s clothes would be much too small on Jesse, even if there’s no meat on his bones. Walt Jr. was an actual kid. And Skyler's clothes? He didn't even want to think about it.
When Jesse had emerged from the bathroom he looked impossibly young. His hair still dripping wet and the clothes hanging off his body.
Walt made Jesse company while he sat at the kitchen table eating his sandwich. When he was finished, he asked if Walt could give him a kiss. He had bent over and gave Jesse a peck on the forehead.
‘Not like that’ Jesse had whined ‘a real one. Please, Mr. White.’
And the look in Jesse’s eyes made it impossible to refuse. Like this was the only thing he had ever wanted, and would ever want. If Walt said no, he was afraid Jesse might break completely.
They share a kiss, sitting at the table. Jesse is inexperienced, probably only having done this a couple of times. If at all.
When they part, Jesse is smiling. He looks genuinely happy. A look Walt had never seen on him before.
‘I really like you, Mr. White. You’re so nice to me.’ Jesse had confessed.
’Oh Jesse. You don’t know what you’re saying right now.’
’What do you mean?’
’You’re 15, Jesse. You have no life experience. You can’t go around kissing anyone who gives you the time of day. That will lead to some very dangerous situations.’
’Like what?’ Walt was pretty sure Jesse was fishing for something at this point.
‘Someone might take advantage of you. Like, sexually.’
’What if I want to be taken advantage of?’
Fuck it. The forbidden fruit is right in front of him. Ripe and plump, ready to fall off of it's branch. What even happened to Eve, anyway? Recalling his little knowledge of the bible, Walt reasoned it couldn't have been that bad.
‘If this is truly what you want, go into my bedroom and undress. I will be there in 5 minutes. If you don’t want to do this, you go sit on the couch and we can watch a movie or something.’
After Walt finds Jesse naked and sprawled out in his bed, he fucks his brains out. Gently and carefully at first, of course. Jesse was a virgin after all. A torn sphincter would be hard to explain away at the emergency room. The cops would be called for sure.
When they lie in bed afterwards Jesse turns to Walt and says ‘I think I’m in love with you, Mr. White.’
Walt feels bile rise up into his throat. He really just had sex with his underage student. He’s married. He has a kid. This can not be happening.
‘Jesse. You have to promise to never tell anyone about this.’
’Yeah, of course. I won’t say anything.’ Jesse shrugged.
’No Jesse, you listen to me. You cannot tell ANYONE of this. EVER! If you do, my life will be ruined. I will go to jail, Jesse!’
’I’m sorry, Mr. White’ Jesse was startled by Walt’s sudden angry outburst ‘I wont tell anyone. Promise!’
’Good. That’s good, son.’ Walt calms down surprisingly quickly. Jesse had always thought of Mr. White as pretty collected. He never had any big emotional outbursts in school, so seeing him switch moods like this was quite unusual.
After a few moments of silence Walt had started talking again ‘I think it’s best if you go home now, Jesse.’
’What? Can’t I stay the night? Please?’
’My wife and child will be home tomorrow morning, Jesse. What do you think they would say if they found you in my bed?’
‘I could leave before they came home? They’d never know, I promise!”
‘Jesse. You are going to leave my house right this instant. I will not argue with you regarding this. You can leave of your own free will, or I can escort you out. It’s your choice.’
Jesse had never been good at telling Mr. White ‘no’.