Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 3/?
Title: Extracurricular Activities
Pairing: Supernatural RPS, Jensen/Colin Ford (with past J2)
Rating: Overall NC-17
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my filthy thoughts
Warnings/kinks: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic), age difference, student/teacher relationship
Summary: Six months ago Jensen made the decision to make a new start after a bad break up, and now he finds himself not in his native Texas, but in Nashville, Tennessee, completely alone for the first time in his life. He’s the new English teacher at school where he meets Colin, the kid who makes an impression on him in more ways than one! ;)
A/N: More porn, a little plot and a visual aid for ya! ;) There is Colin/OMC in this chapter, but only to serve a purpose, we won't have anything else graphic.
“I’m really not comfortable with this, Rachel,” Jensen grumbles to his friend as they weave through more people than he thought it was possible to fit into one living room, “I hate costume parties.”
“Ugh, it’s Halloween, Jen, pull the stick out of your ass for five minutes, can’t you? You may even find you have some fun if you give it a chance, you’re young, free and single, it’s allowed.”
He rolls his eyes but chooses not to comment on her never ending digs at him being ‘boring’. They’ve only know each other four months and he doesn’t want to let her know his quirks and insecurities until their friendship is more solid, “The place is full of college kids, maybe younger, why are we even here? I hated it the first time around!”
Rachel grabs a shot of tequila from the tray on the side and knocks it back with a grimace, “That’s cheap shit,” she says, frowning at the empty shot glass but swaps it for a full one, anyway, “you do realise you’re only a few years older than some of them, right? You’re the ‘wrong’ side of twenty five but you’re still young!”, Jensen knows he has an unimpressed look on his face so he exaggerates it, raising his eyebrow as a sign for ‘I’m waiting’ until she sighs, ”Itold you, my cousin’s here, somewhere. She and her friend need a ride home, we’ll only be few minutes.”
“Famous last words,” he gripes, “that’ll be an hour.”
It turns out Jensen’s wrong, thankfully it only takes five minutes to find Rachel’s cousin in the back yard. As they approach the blonde girl dressed as a nurse it’s obvious she’s drunk, “For fucks sake, Elle,” Rachel chides, trying to pull the girl up from the floor where she’s fallen over and is laughing too hard to get up, “we need to get you home and sobered up, where’s your friend?”
It’s like watching in slow motion, he can see what’s about to happen as the girl’s face drops, looking worried and startled all at the same time before she leans over and just about manages to pull her hair out of the way before she pukes in the flowerbed, “Oh fantastic,” Jensen mumbles, “c’mon Rach, let’s move,” he squints a little while he looks at the girl for a few seconds, “shit, I recognise her, she goes to my school. Even though she’s not in my class I can’t be seen with a drunk student!”
There’s some discussion between the cousins along with numerous sobbing apologies from the drunken teen before she manages to stand, leaning heavily against Rachel once she’s upright. Jensen automatically reaches his arm out to help, but his friend shakes her head, “Keep your hands to yourself, Jen, I’m sure touching a drunk student is worse than being seen with her! Her friend’s somewhere back there,” she jerks her head behind them, indicating a group of people further down the long garden, “we’ll meet you in the car.”
“I don’t know who I’m looking for!” he says as they stagger past him, his voice stressed and higher pitched than usual. He just wants to get out of here.
“Cheerleader and vampire went down there joined by the lips, that’s all I know!”
“This is just great,” he hisses as he sets off down the garden, “and you wonder why I don’t like parties!”
He pulls his leather jacket tighter around him as he ventures further down the garden. There’s a definite chill in the air now, his breath misting a little in front of his face. The tree cover is getting thicker every few steps adding to the eerie ambience of the Halloween theme. There are small lanterns hung most from most of them to give some much needed light but even so it’s not bright enough to see fully. He jumps a little when someone to his right laughs, sudden and high pitched, “Shit, I didn’t see you!” he says when a girl dressed as a witch almost falls out from behind one of the thick trees, a boy dressed as a skeleton lands on top of her, tickling her side and causing her to shriek with laughter.
“Uh, sorry, but I’m looking for a vampire and a cheerleader?”
Skeleton boy stops his attack on the body below him and smirks up at Jensen in a way that makes him feel like he’s not going to like what comes next, “I’d wait a while if I were you… they’re kinda busy, if you catch my drift. We left to give them some privacy, that cheerleader is eager!” he winks and waggles his eyebrows.
“I don’t need this shit,” Jensen hisses, this is ridiculous, “thanks, I think. Fuck!”
He’s already walking away when the guy shouts after him, “They’re probably already doing that by now!”
Jensen squares his shoulders, the sooner he gets whatshername’s friend, the sooner he and Rachel can get to their scheduled evening of beer, pizza and a movie or two. His mind drifts a little as he walks towards the unmistakable sound of breathy moans, his ears are fine tuned to that sound these days from watching as much porn in the last few weeks as he did in his teens, and if each one contains a tall muscular guy fucking a tall, younger, slim brunet with candy pink lips that he imagines is Colin, that’s his own damn business. The moans get louder the closer he gets and there’s the sound of wet kissing followed by a male voice, “Yeah, you like that don’t you? So wet for me, shit that’s hot!” Jensen winces, he should leave, surely the girl will head back to the party of her own free will, “C’mon man, tell me your name, make me cry it out when you’re sucking me off after this,” the same voice says, sounding more turned on.
Jensen’s about to turn away when the response makes him freeze on the spot, “Oh shit, I’m close,” it comes out as a strangled whimper but there’s no mistaking the voice, “Colin...my name’s Colin,” there’s more words from the other guy but Jensen can’t hear it through the sound of his own pulse thundering through his ears. He feels dizzy, like he’s about to throw up and also horny as hell in the space of seconds. He swallows hard even though his mouth has gone suddenly dry and although his brain is screaming ‘Go, leave, get away!’ his dick is screaming You need to see this!’ His body makes the decision for him...he feels like he’s floating as he steps closer, his heart thumping quicker in his chest as he goes, and when he gets close enough to see the pair he nearly stops breathing.
He can’t see the vampire’s face because he has his back to him, but he can see Colin due to the angle he’s stood at. He’s the eager cheerleader and Jensen’s dick twitches in his jeans at the sight. He’s never really been one for guys wearing women’s clothes, he wants masculine partners, though that’s not to say he doesn’t appreciate some femininity in them, too. He’s a sucker for long eyelashes, plush lips and a shapely waist; but as he sees Colin dressed in that short skirt he’s definitely open to new possibilities. He can feel a sheen of sweat collecting on his top lip as he takes in the view in front of him, all the time knowing he should look away, but he can’t!
Colin is leaning up against one of three picnic benches in a slight clearing, so the moonlight allows him to see more of the glorious view. Jensen runs his eyes up and down the teen’s body several times before he’s able to take it in properly. His hair is the usual tousled bed head style but more messy, his head’s thrown back in pleasure, eyelids fluttering open and closed, pretty pink mouth open and letting out both harsh pants and soft moans. He has on the usual sleeveless shirt of a cheerleader uniform which is low cut in a vee shape, perfectly accentuating the boy’s long neck, the triangle of the vee ending far down enough to show the top of his pecs. The rest of his chest is still covered in the cotton but it’s pushed up to reveal Colin’s slender abs and stomach, the muscle definition clear from where he’s tensing as vampire guy works his cock with his hand, the teen’s right hand threaded through his partner’s hair. Jensen can only see Colin’s left side because the Dracula wannabe is kneeling in front of him, but what he can see is that the skirt sits on top of his skinny hip, the bottom of it tucked into the waistband to keep it up and out of the way, followed by his seemingly never ending long, slender legs which Jensen’s got a definite kink for. The kid’s even wearing ankle socks and tennis shoes, a pom pom on the floor next to his left foot...he’s so beautiful Jensen could cry.
The creaking of wood draws the older man’s gaze back up and he sees Colin’s left hand is gripping the edge of the table, the action causing his arm muscles to tense along with all his other ones. Just then, Colin’s hips surge forward and Jensen can see he’s at that point of trying to hold out, to keep the pleasure going but it’s warring with the need to come. The guy on his knees shuffles back a little and as he does his body shifts just enough to reveal where he’s working Colin’s long cock faster. Jensen’s own cock feels hard enough to cut diamonds as the teen lets out a whimper, followed by breathy moans and grunts which are getting faster by the second. As the teen’s hips pump faster, pushing further into the guy’s fist the moonlight catches the glistening tip covered in pre-come and the older man can see what the guy meant about Colin being so wet and it is fucking hot! It’s about five seconds before Colin trembling, whimpering as comes with an almost pained cry, his whole body going tense, hips still moving as he pumps wave after wave over of his release over the guy’s hand and forearm.
“Jesus fucking Christ!”, Jensen hisses as he grabs his own cock, squeezing the base. The friction of it against the rough denim of his jeans is that sweet pleasure/pain mix and he can’t hold in his groan as his eyes flicker shut at the feeling. His breath catches in his throat as he looks back over to see vampire guy scrambling to his feet and running off, and Colin’s dazed look as their eyes meet dead on.
Through the floating sensation he feels, Colin’s chest burns, the familiar hot tightness as he tries to gulp down air after his orgasm. His knees feel weak and he thinks briefly that he might need a couple of minutes before he can return the favour for…he can’t even remember the guy’s name, not that it’s really important. The teen can tell he’s one of those who’s in denial, he wants dick so bad but is afraid of that fact. It’s not the first time Colin’s had this experience so he’s not going to get attached, they can both get off with a hand that’s not their own then go their separate ways. He’s just about to pull the guy up for another kiss when he hears a groan from further away.
His eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the combination of moonlight, the lanterns and the shadows from the trees but when they do, he’s convinced that he’s still fantasising about Mr. Ackles because he sees him. It’s only when vampire guy swears, scrambles to his feet and runs off into the darkness does it become real… it is his teacher standing there. The object of his desire and star of every fantasy he’s had in three months is right there, clearly having seen what just happened, and is still standing there gawping.
As his heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest, Colin doesn’t know whether to feel turned on or furious as the man continues to stare at him. The teen sweeps his eyes down and sees the tell tale bulge in his jeans that proves he’s turned on by what he’s watched. The teen blink, his post orgasmic haze clearing enough to realise he’s still standing there with his dick out, come cooling on it. That seems to break the spell for both of them, Colin quickly drops down to pick up his boxers, almost falling over them in his haste to put them on and pull his skirt down. He can see the second Mr. Ackles’ eyes go wider than Colin’s ever seen them. He snaps his mouth shut, opens and closes it again, then visibly swallows before he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
Part of Colin doesn’t want to move any more, doesn’t want to speak, but as they both stand there the tension feels like it’s taking all the oxygen from his lungs. He can feel a burning lump forming in his throat and he can’t stop the words coming out, “What are you doing here?”, it comes out a croaky whisper but Mr. Ackles obviously heard it because he snaps his head up with another deer in the headlights, look. The moonlight is highlighting his face and Colin feels a heaviness in his chest at the look of anguish on the man’s face, replacing the very obviously lust that was there only moments ago.
His teacher looks to be breathing just as heavily as he is as he replies, “Came to collect a friend’s cousin,” he rasps, “she’s drunk...sent me to find you, but I didn’t know it was you,” he gestures towards Colin with a shaky hand, “oh shit, oh shit, this can’t be happening. I gotta go!”
Colin’s feels like he’s wading through treacle as he moves to run after the man, tripping over his own feet in the process, “Mr. Ackles, wait,” he cries, hearing desperation in his own voice, “please, just wait!”, his stupid feet finally start to work and he manages to catch up with the man, grabbing his wrist and stopping him in his tracks, “Don’t freak out, please!”
Jensen whirls around to stare at him with an incredulous look, “Don’t freak out?” he hisses, “are you fucking insane, Colin?”, he looks around, most likely checking to see if anyone is paying any attention to them, which they aren’t, “Shit, shit, shit!” he repeats over and over again as he’s walking away and Colin has to put his long legs to full use to keep up with him. He follows him out to the street where Elle’s cousin is standing by a car Colin doesn’t recognise, and Mr. Ackles goes straight to it, climbing into the driver’s seat.
“What’s going on?” Colin asks the woman who’s looking more pissed off than he’s ever seen her in all the years he’s known Elle.
“Get in the car, now,” is all she says in a tone that leaves no room for argument. He follows her instruction, climbing into the back and seeing Elle asleep against the window before combined smell of alcohol and vomit hits his nostrils, and he winces, realising she’s passed out drunk. He looks to Mr. Ackles - who resolutely isn’t turning around - as Rachel speaks, her tone desperate, now “Jensen, please, I can’t take her home in this state. Can we go to your place, just for a couple of hours while she sobers up? I gotta collect my car as well, shit why did I drink that tequila? I can’t drive yet, either!”
Mr. Ackles - Jensen , he’s just learned - lets out a bark of laughter which is anything but humorous. His hands tighten on the steering wheel and he lets out a long breath. Colin’s pulse spikes again when the man speaks. For a second he thinks he misheard, but as he hears Rachel’s thanks he knows he wasn’t mistaken, “Just when I thought my night couldn’t get any worse!”
Chapter 4
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Pairing: Supernatural RPS, Jensen/Colin Ford (with past J2)
Rating: Overall NC-17
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my filthy thoughts
Warnings/kinks: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic), age difference, student/teacher relationship
Summary: Six months ago Jensen made the decision to make a new start after a bad break up, and now he finds himself not in his native Texas, but in Nashville, Tennessee, completely alone for the first time in his life. He’s the new English teacher at school where he meets Colin, the kid who makes an impression on him in more ways than one! ;)
A/N: More porn, a little plot and a visual aid for ya! ;) There is Colin/OMC in this chapter, but only to serve a purpose, we won't have anything else graphic.
“I’m really not comfortable with this, Rachel,” Jensen grumbles to his friend as they weave through more people than he thought it was possible to fit into one living room, “I hate costume parties.”
“Ugh, it’s Halloween, Jen, pull the stick out of your ass for five minutes, can’t you? You may even find you have some fun if you give it a chance, you’re young, free and single, it’s allowed.”
He rolls his eyes but chooses not to comment on her never ending digs at him being ‘boring’. They’ve only know each other four months and he doesn’t want to let her know his quirks and insecurities until their friendship is more solid, “The place is full of college kids, maybe younger, why are we even here? I hated it the first time around!”
Rachel grabs a shot of tequila from the tray on the side and knocks it back with a grimace, “That’s cheap shit,” she says, frowning at the empty shot glass but swaps it for a full one, anyway, “you do realise you’re only a few years older than some of them, right? You’re the ‘wrong’ side of twenty five but you’re still young!”, Jensen knows he has an unimpressed look on his face so he exaggerates it, raising his eyebrow as a sign for ‘I’m waiting’ until she sighs, ”Itold you, my cousin’s here, somewhere. She and her friend need a ride home, we’ll only be few minutes.”
“Famous last words,” he gripes, “that’ll be an hour.”
It turns out Jensen’s wrong, thankfully it only takes five minutes to find Rachel’s cousin in the back yard. As they approach the blonde girl dressed as a nurse it’s obvious she’s drunk, “For fucks sake, Elle,” Rachel chides, trying to pull the girl up from the floor where she’s fallen over and is laughing too hard to get up, “we need to get you home and sobered up, where’s your friend?”
It’s like watching in slow motion, he can see what’s about to happen as the girl’s face drops, looking worried and startled all at the same time before she leans over and just about manages to pull her hair out of the way before she pukes in the flowerbed, “Oh fantastic,” Jensen mumbles, “c’mon Rach, let’s move,” he squints a little while he looks at the girl for a few seconds, “shit, I recognise her, she goes to my school. Even though she’s not in my class I can’t be seen with a drunk student!”
There’s some discussion between the cousins along with numerous sobbing apologies from the drunken teen before she manages to stand, leaning heavily against Rachel once she’s upright. Jensen automatically reaches his arm out to help, but his friend shakes her head, “Keep your hands to yourself, Jen, I’m sure touching a drunk student is worse than being seen with her! Her friend’s somewhere back there,” she jerks her head behind them, indicating a group of people further down the long garden, “we’ll meet you in the car.”
“I don’t know who I’m looking for!” he says as they stagger past him, his voice stressed and higher pitched than usual. He just wants to get out of here.
“Cheerleader and vampire went down there joined by the lips, that’s all I know!”
“This is just great,” he hisses as he sets off down the garden, “and you wonder why I don’t like parties!”
He pulls his leather jacket tighter around him as he ventures further down the garden. There’s a definite chill in the air now, his breath misting a little in front of his face. The tree cover is getting thicker every few steps adding to the eerie ambience of the Halloween theme. There are small lanterns hung most from most of them to give some much needed light but even so it’s not bright enough to see fully. He jumps a little when someone to his right laughs, sudden and high pitched, “Shit, I didn’t see you!” he says when a girl dressed as a witch almost falls out from behind one of the thick trees, a boy dressed as a skeleton lands on top of her, tickling her side and causing her to shriek with laughter.
“Uh, sorry, but I’m looking for a vampire and a cheerleader?”
Skeleton boy stops his attack on the body below him and smirks up at Jensen in a way that makes him feel like he’s not going to like what comes next, “I’d wait a while if I were you… they’re kinda busy, if you catch my drift. We left to give them some privacy, that cheerleader is eager!” he winks and waggles his eyebrows.
“I don’t need this shit,” Jensen hisses, this is ridiculous, “thanks, I think. Fuck!”
He’s already walking away when the guy shouts after him, “They’re probably already doing that by now!”
Jensen squares his shoulders, the sooner he gets whatshername’s friend, the sooner he and Rachel can get to their scheduled evening of beer, pizza and a movie or two. His mind drifts a little as he walks towards the unmistakable sound of breathy moans, his ears are fine tuned to that sound these days from watching as much porn in the last few weeks as he did in his teens, and if each one contains a tall muscular guy fucking a tall, younger, slim brunet with candy pink lips that he imagines is Colin, that’s his own damn business. The moans get louder the closer he gets and there’s the sound of wet kissing followed by a male voice, “Yeah, you like that don’t you? So wet for me, shit that’s hot!” Jensen winces, he should leave, surely the girl will head back to the party of her own free will, “C’mon man, tell me your name, make me cry it out when you’re sucking me off after this,” the same voice says, sounding more turned on.
Jensen’s about to turn away when the response makes him freeze on the spot, “Oh shit, I’m close,” it comes out as a strangled whimper but there’s no mistaking the voice, “Colin...my name’s Colin,” there’s more words from the other guy but Jensen can’t hear it through the sound of his own pulse thundering through his ears. He feels dizzy, like he’s about to throw up and also horny as hell in the space of seconds. He swallows hard even though his mouth has gone suddenly dry and although his brain is screaming ‘Go, leave, get away!’ his dick is screaming You need to see this!’ His body makes the decision for him...he feels like he’s floating as he steps closer, his heart thumping quicker in his chest as he goes, and when he gets close enough to see the pair he nearly stops breathing.
He can’t see the vampire’s face because he has his back to him, but he can see Colin due to the angle he’s stood at. He’s the eager cheerleader and Jensen’s dick twitches in his jeans at the sight. He’s never really been one for guys wearing women’s clothes, he wants masculine partners, though that’s not to say he doesn’t appreciate some femininity in them, too. He’s a sucker for long eyelashes, plush lips and a shapely waist; but as he sees Colin dressed in that short skirt he’s definitely open to new possibilities. He can feel a sheen of sweat collecting on his top lip as he takes in the view in front of him, all the time knowing he should look away, but he can’t!
Colin is leaning up against one of three picnic benches in a slight clearing, so the moonlight allows him to see more of the glorious view. Jensen runs his eyes up and down the teen’s body several times before he’s able to take it in properly. His hair is the usual tousled bed head style but more messy, his head’s thrown back in pleasure, eyelids fluttering open and closed, pretty pink mouth open and letting out both harsh pants and soft moans. He has on the usual sleeveless shirt of a cheerleader uniform which is low cut in a vee shape, perfectly accentuating the boy’s long neck, the triangle of the vee ending far down enough to show the top of his pecs. The rest of his chest is still covered in the cotton but it’s pushed up to reveal Colin’s slender abs and stomach, the muscle definition clear from where he’s tensing as vampire guy works his cock with his hand, the teen’s right hand threaded through his partner’s hair. Jensen can only see Colin’s left side because the Dracula wannabe is kneeling in front of him, but what he can see is that the skirt sits on top of his skinny hip, the bottom of it tucked into the waistband to keep it up and out of the way, followed by his seemingly never ending long, slender legs which Jensen’s got a definite kink for. The kid’s even wearing ankle socks and tennis shoes, a pom pom on the floor next to his left foot...he’s so beautiful Jensen could cry.
The creaking of wood draws the older man’s gaze back up and he sees Colin’s left hand is gripping the edge of the table, the action causing his arm muscles to tense along with all his other ones. Just then, Colin’s hips surge forward and Jensen can see he’s at that point of trying to hold out, to keep the pleasure going but it’s warring with the need to come. The guy on his knees shuffles back a little and as he does his body shifts just enough to reveal where he’s working Colin’s long cock faster. Jensen’s own cock feels hard enough to cut diamonds as the teen lets out a whimper, followed by breathy moans and grunts which are getting faster by the second. As the teen’s hips pump faster, pushing further into the guy’s fist the moonlight catches the glistening tip covered in pre-come and the older man can see what the guy meant about Colin being so wet and it is fucking hot! It’s about five seconds before Colin trembling, whimpering as comes with an almost pained cry, his whole body going tense, hips still moving as he pumps wave after wave over of his release over the guy’s hand and forearm.
“Jesus fucking Christ!”, Jensen hisses as he grabs his own cock, squeezing the base. The friction of it against the rough denim of his jeans is that sweet pleasure/pain mix and he can’t hold in his groan as his eyes flicker shut at the feeling. His breath catches in his throat as he looks back over to see vampire guy scrambling to his feet and running off, and Colin’s dazed look as their eyes meet dead on.
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Through the floating sensation he feels, Colin’s chest burns, the familiar hot tightness as he tries to gulp down air after his orgasm. His knees feel weak and he thinks briefly that he might need a couple of minutes before he can return the favour for…he can’t even remember the guy’s name, not that it’s really important. The teen can tell he’s one of those who’s in denial, he wants dick so bad but is afraid of that fact. It’s not the first time Colin’s had this experience so he’s not going to get attached, they can both get off with a hand that’s not their own then go their separate ways. He’s just about to pull the guy up for another kiss when he hears a groan from further away.
His eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the combination of moonlight, the lanterns and the shadows from the trees but when they do, he’s convinced that he’s still fantasising about Mr. Ackles because he sees him. It’s only when vampire guy swears, scrambles to his feet and runs off into the darkness does it become real… it is his teacher standing there. The object of his desire and star of every fantasy he’s had in three months is right there, clearly having seen what just happened, and is still standing there gawping.
As his heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest, Colin doesn’t know whether to feel turned on or furious as the man continues to stare at him. The teen sweeps his eyes down and sees the tell tale bulge in his jeans that proves he’s turned on by what he’s watched. The teen blink, his post orgasmic haze clearing enough to realise he’s still standing there with his dick out, come cooling on it. That seems to break the spell for both of them, Colin quickly drops down to pick up his boxers, almost falling over them in his haste to put them on and pull his skirt down. He can see the second Mr. Ackles’ eyes go wider than Colin’s ever seen them. He snaps his mouth shut, opens and closes it again, then visibly swallows before he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
Part of Colin doesn’t want to move any more, doesn’t want to speak, but as they both stand there the tension feels like it’s taking all the oxygen from his lungs. He can feel a burning lump forming in his throat and he can’t stop the words coming out, “What are you doing here?”, it comes out a croaky whisper but Mr. Ackles obviously heard it because he snaps his head up with another deer in the headlights, look. The moonlight is highlighting his face and Colin feels a heaviness in his chest at the look of anguish on the man’s face, replacing the very obviously lust that was there only moments ago.
His teacher looks to be breathing just as heavily as he is as he replies, “Came to collect a friend’s cousin,” he rasps, “she’s drunk...sent me to find you, but I didn’t know it was you,” he gestures towards Colin with a shaky hand, “oh shit, oh shit, this can’t be happening. I gotta go!”
Colin’s feels like he’s wading through treacle as he moves to run after the man, tripping over his own feet in the process, “Mr. Ackles, wait,” he cries, hearing desperation in his own voice, “please, just wait!”, his stupid feet finally start to work and he manages to catch up with the man, grabbing his wrist and stopping him in his tracks, “Don’t freak out, please!”
Jensen whirls around to stare at him with an incredulous look, “Don’t freak out?” he hisses, “are you fucking insane, Colin?”, he looks around, most likely checking to see if anyone is paying any attention to them, which they aren’t, “Shit, shit, shit!” he repeats over and over again as he’s walking away and Colin has to put his long legs to full use to keep up with him. He follows him out to the street where Elle’s cousin is standing by a car Colin doesn’t recognise, and Mr. Ackles goes straight to it, climbing into the driver’s seat.
“What’s going on?” Colin asks the woman who’s looking more pissed off than he’s ever seen her in all the years he’s known Elle.
“Get in the car, now,” is all she says in a tone that leaves no room for argument. He follows her instruction, climbing into the back and seeing Elle asleep against the window before combined smell of alcohol and vomit hits his nostrils, and he winces, realising she’s passed out drunk. He looks to Mr. Ackles - who resolutely isn’t turning around - as Rachel speaks, her tone desperate, now “Jensen, please, I can’t take her home in this state. Can we go to your place, just for a couple of hours while she sobers up? I gotta collect my car as well, shit why did I drink that tequila? I can’t drive yet, either!”
Mr. Ackles - Jensen , he’s just learned - lets out a bark of laughter which is anything but humorous. His hands tighten on the steering wheel and he lets out a long breath. Colin’s pulse spikes again when the man speaks. For a second he thinks he misheard, but as he hears Rachel’s thanks he knows he wasn’t mistaken, “Just when I thought my night couldn’t get any worse!”
Chapter 4
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