Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 6/?
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: long delay, sorry, but you guys know I write sporadically! There are 2 additional chapters being edited so hopefully I can this wrapped up soon. Thanks for your patience!
He’s grading papers, humming and drinking his second coffee of the morning when Jensen hears footsteps coming down the stairs. He turns to see a very groggy looking Rachel, “Hey, how did you sleep?” he asks.
His friend makes a non-committal noise as she pours her own coffee, “I got a couple of hours after she passed out, I’ll wake her up after I’ve had caffeine and a shower. I’ll leave reading the riot act until at least lunchtime, make her sweat a bit. How come you’re so damn chirpy, you were in a foul mood last night?”
“You’re an evil woman,” he chuckles, “and I’m always chirpy in the mornings!”
“Bullshit, it takes three coffees to get your ass moving!”
On any other day, Rachel would be right, of course, not that he’s going to tell her that. His good mood is hardly anything to do with coffee and almost entirely due to his night with Colin, even with not getting much sleep, himself, “Whatever!” is as far as he gets because he hears another set of footsteps, and his heart speeds up.
“Mornin’”, Colin says from behind them in the voice he uses in class that Jensen has come to know is the teen trying to sound confident, yet the little hint of nervousness gives him away, “where’s Elle?”
“Still in bed for now,” Rachel replies, reaching over and filling another mug and holding it out to Colin, “how are you feeling? Did you sleep OK?”
“Fine, I slept like a log,” taking the mug and sitting down opposite Jensen, throwing a quick glance his way, “I was pretty worn out!”
“Glad one of us got a decent sleep, at least,” Rachel says around a yawn.
Colin lets out one of the most obscene and exaggerated moans Jensen’s heard in a long time, “God that’s good!” he says, a sleepy look of bliss on his face, and Jensen’s heart rate speeds up even more.
“Dude,” Rachel winces, “you wanna dial back the sex noises? It’s only coffee!”
“This isn’t coffee, it’s crack!” the teen replies, practically inhaling the next mouthful and letting out another contented noise after he swallows.
The look on his face is pure pleasure - wet, pink lips parted, eyelids fluttering, and it takes a minute for Jensen to realise his mouth is hanging open at the sight. He closes it quickly, swallowing and faking a cough when Rachel’s voice filters through to his brain asking if he’s OK, “Fine,” he croaks, lifting his own mug out in front of him, “just went down the wrong way.”
He feels the heat of his friend’s hand rubbing his back, “Idiot,” she says, fondly, “I’m going to shower and change, get breakfast started?”
“Sure,” he says, making a beeline for the coffee machine to top up his mostly already full mug, willing his heart rate to slow and avoiding looking at Colin while they’re not alone.
A couple of minutes go by before he hears the chair legs scrape along the tile and Colin stands next to him, his hip leaning on the counter top, body angled towards the older man. The teen is holding his mug out, “Can I get a top up, please?” Jensen doesn’t speak, he has no idea what he’s meant to say in a situation like this, so he just nods and pours the coffee. Colin offers him a small smile of thanks then watches a bubble float around the mug for a few seconds before he looks up at Jensen, “Are you sure you’re OK?”
Jensen tightens his grip on his mug and takes a deep breath before he answers. His stomach is in knots from second guessing how this morning would go. Despite his certainty last night and the early hours of this morning that he wants some kind of relationship with Colin despite the risks, in the literal light of day this could be where Colin tells him he’s turning him into the police, and Jensen’s man enough to admit he’s scared shitless,“That depends on you,” he makes himself look into the teen’s eyes, “I know last night shouldn’t have happened, Colin, I’m the adult, I’ll take full responsibility.”
Colin has a hurt look on his face and Jensen’s stomach churns, “What do you mean? I thought it was what you wanted…what we both wanted?”
Jensen puts his mug down on the counter and turns to face the teen. He lifts his arms to Colin’s shoulders but stops short of touching him, “It was. It is, me at least, but I…shit, I’m sorry Colin.”
A small smile creeps across the young face in front of him, “Sorry you’ve not given me a good morning kiss, yet?”
Jensen blinks in disbelief, “You don’t hate me?”
Colin frowns and shakes his head, “Man, I thought teachers were supposed to be smart. Of course I don’t, Mr. Ack-, I mean, Jensen …”, he puts his own mug down and takes a deep breath, “I kinda like you, you moron!” he says with such a sweet smile that Jensen’s stomach is churning for a whole different reason.
“But I was wrong, I should’ve been able to control myself…I’m sorry. Again.”
Colin’s looking extremely smug and taking a step closer, his large hand on the taller man’s chest before he knows it, just like last night, “So what you’re saying is you’re old and wise enough to know better but couldn’t help yourself,” the other hand on Jensen’s cheek, now, “because you find me irresistible?”
Jensen bursts out laughing, he can’t help it. Colin’s eyes go from sparkling with mischief to dark with lust as he moves closer still. Jensen can smell Colin’s scent combined with coffee and it’s instantly addictive. He has the good sense to throw a glance over the teen’s shoulder to check they’re still alone before sliding his hand underneath his own t-shirt hanging over Colin’s slimmer frame to feel hot, smooth skin before he leans in and captures the soft pink lips in front of him. The kiss is soft, lazy even, and they both melt into it but before long Colin is sat on the counter top, Jensen stood in between the teen’s long legs, pressing their bodies closer together. Colin moans and rolls his hips, dragging his cock over Jensen’s through their clothes, and that’s the cue to stop before they get caught, “Stop, stop, stop,” the older man says and he can hear the disappointment in his own voice, “to be continued when we’re alone, OK?”
Colin lets out a frustrated groan when Jensen steps away, both of them flushed and panting. He jumps down off the counter and takes a long drink of his now lukewarm coffee before turning back to Jensen with an even more smug look on his face, “I’m gonna take that as a resounding yes, I’m irresistible!”
“You cocky little shit!” Jensen growls, amused, but also trying to calm his breathing before Rachel comes back downstairs.
Colin shrugs, pouring more coffee and taking a large mouthful before pressing the mug into Jensen’s hand, stepping back into his personal space and licking a stripe up from his neck to behind his ear, making the older man shiver, “You seem to like it,” he says, voice deep with lust, “but since you put a stop to the fun, Jensen, I’m gonna have to jerk off in your shower or I won’t make it through breakfast without touching you.”
Jensen’s breath hitched as heat and lust shot through his body at the teen’s words, his mind immediately providing the image of a wet, soapy Colin furiously working his cock in the very same space he himself had been not even an hour ago. “Son of a bitch!”
“What the fuck are you so happy about?” Elle croaks later that evening when she and Colin are lying on her bed watching a movie.
Colin’s grin gets even wider as he thinks about his time with Jensen, “Nothing, just in a good mood is all, not all of us got so shitfaced the hangover will last for days.”
Elle - predictably - rolls her eyes, “Fuck off!” she throws back and slowly rolls over onto her side, propping her aching head on her hand and squinting at her friend, “Seriously, did you get your dick sucked last night or something?”
Colin laughed, “No I didn’t,” he links his hands behind his head and wriggles to get comfy on the bed, “but maybe next time.”
He feels Elle sit up, the bed moving as she rearranges herself, “So who is she?”
Colin felt the grin slip from his face and his stomach clench tight, he doesn’t want to kill his high by having the talk right now. He breathes deeply and slowly through his nose to try and remain calm, “It was just a handjob, no big deal. You know how parties are.”
“Oh come on, details,” she shoves him in the shoulder, “are you seeing her again?”
“Just drop it, will you?” he snaps, then forces himself to change his tone, “It’s no-one you know.” - strictly it’s true, Elle didn’t know Jensen before last night and their very brief interaction this morning hardly counts as getting to know each other, she doesn’t have any classes with him and as far as Colin knows, Jensen’s not involved in any of the after school clubs she goes to when she feels like it. He’s avoided eye contact so far so to keep things as normal as he could but when he looks up he sees she has a raised eyebrow and the ‘I’m about to get this out of you whether you like it or not’ expression that he knew all too well. He has to deflect from this, quickly, “You look like shit, hon!” he says in his chirpiest tone with a forced goofy grin on his face.
“Hey,” she frowns, “don’t change the subject, hon. Why won’t you talk to me?”
Colin sighs and starts tracing the floral pattern on the bedspread with his forefinger, “I can’t,” he hears her huff, and cut her off before she starts on a rant, “it’s someone I really like but I don’t know if anything else is going to happen.”
Elle’s clammy hand covers his, “But you want it to?” she smiling at him and squeezing his hand when he nods but says nothing else, himself, “OK, I’ll let it drop for now, now go get me some Coke, bitch!”
It’s Colin’s turn to roll his eyes, now, “Oh no, you got yourself in this state,” waving his hand at her stomach, “if you need sugar then take your sorry ass downstairs.”
Elle throws herself back down on the pillows before groaning and clutching her stomach, “I can’t, I might puke again. Please? My mom’s not really buying that I have cramps and you know how she gets when she’s onto something, she won’t let it drop, it’s like the Spanish Inquisition.”
“Hmm, I know someone else like that,” he replies, the sarcasm dripping from every word.
“OK, fine, I’ll stop asking, if you get me Coke”!
“That’s blackmail.”
“I prefer to think of it as an incentive,” she gestures towards the door, “crackers, too.”
“I hate you,” he mumbles, leaving to do her bidding, grateful to have dodged a bullet even if only temporarily.
Jensen straightened his tie and smoothed his shirt again. His tie had been perfectly straight and his shirt smooth the last three times he’d done it, but he found repetition calmed his nerves… usually. Today would be the first time he’d seen Colin since he, Rachel and Elle had left his place on Saturday lunchtime. It was only Wednesday but it had felt like weeks, especially since he’d not been able to speak to the teen. As well as keeping his composure through the class, his goal was to get Colin’s number so they could at least have a private conversation.
Soon the kids starting filing in and Jensen’s stress level was rising with each desk being occupied - none of them were Colin. Was he sick? Had he rethought the situation and left the class so as not to be near the man who’d taken advantage of him? Jensen’s mouth was getting drier by the second, his pulse rate increasing, too. A tall, redheaded girl whose name was escaping him came rushing in, closed the door behind her and Jensen’s heart sank. Colin was a no show. He took a few seconds to right himself, a few deep breaths, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs before he stood and walked around to his usual place leaning up against the front of his desk. He picked up two whiteboard markers to give himself something to do with his hands - he couldn’t be sure but he had a good idea they were starting to shake - swallowed what little saliva he had left and tried to recall how he’d been planning on starting the class.
A loud thump and a rattle of the door made him and some of the students jump, as Colin came barrelling through it, “Sorry, sorry,” he said breathlessly, “I got held up in my last class.” He was wearing the exact same sheepish expression and apologetic half smile as the first time he stepped into Jensen’s classroom and the teacher’s stomach clenched at the memory and with the sudden relief that was flooding through him at the kid being here.
“I thought,” he rasped then paused to clear his throat, “I thought we agreed you weren’t going to make this a habit, Mr. Ford?”
Colin looked suitably chastised, “I didn’t mean -”
Jensen cut him off, “Save it, see me at the end of class, please.”
The teen blinked at him and looked a little shocked at the tone - it had come out harsher than Jensen had meant it to, “Yes, Sir,” he mumbled and shuffled over to his usual desk.
The class seemed to take forever, Jensen barely had any clue what any of the students were saying in response to his pre-prepared questions, his gaze kept wandering to Colin who met his eyes only once, briefly, before returning to his book. Eventually the bell rang and it made Jensen jump, what’s wrong with you, man? he mentally asked himself as he returned to his seat, “Mr. Ford, collect all the books, please.” he shouted over the noise of the students chattering as they gathered their belongings and left the room. He watched for a little while as the teen purposely took his time collecting the battered textbooks scattered around the room, then got up to close the door.
“Where are these going?” Colin asked, the tension clear in his voice.
The older man licked his lips, “The storeroom,” he said, nodding to the door at the back of the classroom. He turned to look out to the corridor to make sure nobody was coming back in then walked towards Colin, “here, I’ll help,” he offered, taking half the books from the pile in the teen’s arms and opened the small storeroom door. He heard the kid’s shuffling footsteps behind him as he put the books on the shelf then moved to the side so Colin could put the rest back.
“I’m sorry I was late,” he said in a quiet, uncertain voice.
Jensen ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh of relief, “I’m just glad you showed up,” he looked at Colin who was looking worried, “I didn’t know what to think.”
The teen had started to chew lightly on his lip, scuffing the floor with his shoe. He looked at Jensen for a long time before he spoke, the delay long enough to have the man nervous as to what was going to come out of his mouth, “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me, I thought you might have changed your mind,” he shrugged, going back to chewing on his lip.
Jensen took a couple of steps forward until there was only inches between them, and slowly reached up to thumb Colin’s lip where it was slick and red, the skin hot already, “That’s really distracting,” he said, suddenly breathless. The teen’s eyes softened a little and Jensen could see relief on his face, he licked his lip and in turn the edge of the older man’s thumb, making his breath catch again.
Colin reached up to cover Jensen’s hand with his own and moved it to his cheek, “Distracting?”
“Uh huh,” was the most intelligent thing Jensen could come up with as he leaned in and placed his other hand on Colin’s face, pulling him into a soft kiss which the teen returned eagerly, sliding his hand around the taller man’s neck and getting a better angle. When Jensen pulled back the teen started to smirk, “What are you smiling at?”
Colin shrugged as the smirk grew bigger, “Guess it’s a good job I was late or else you wouldn’t have kept me behind, right?”
“You played me!” Jensen said with disbelief, “You little shit!”
Colin laughed and shrugged again, “How else was I supposed to get you alone?”, he slid the hand not on Jensen’s neck over his chest, down his stomach and then Jensen felt the warmth of it hover over his crotch, he took a step back and was about to protest when Colin pulled both hands back and raised them in front of him, “I was going for your phone!”
Jensen laughed, then, shaking his head, fishing the phone out of his pocket. He unlocked the screen and handed it over to Colin who took it, smirk still firmly in place. He tapped the screen a few times then handed the phone back before taking his own from his pocket as it beeped with the message he’d just sent himself. He tapped again and nodded at Jensen’s hand as the older man’s phone rang once then stopped.
“Numbers exchanged. Text me,” Colin said before leaning in for a quick peck on the lips, “I’m wasting my lunchtime in here with you!” he winked and left the room, leaving Jensen stood there with his mouth hanging open.
Chapter 7
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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: long delay, sorry, but you guys know I write sporadically! There are 2 additional chapters being edited so hopefully I can this wrapped up soon. Thanks for your patience!
He’s grading papers, humming and drinking his second coffee of the morning when Jensen hears footsteps coming down the stairs. He turns to see a very groggy looking Rachel, “Hey, how did you sleep?” he asks.
His friend makes a non-committal noise as she pours her own coffee, “I got a couple of hours after she passed out, I’ll wake her up after I’ve had caffeine and a shower. I’ll leave reading the riot act until at least lunchtime, make her sweat a bit. How come you’re so damn chirpy, you were in a foul mood last night?”
“You’re an evil woman,” he chuckles, “and I’m always chirpy in the mornings!”
“Bullshit, it takes three coffees to get your ass moving!”
On any other day, Rachel would be right, of course, not that he’s going to tell her that. His good mood is hardly anything to do with coffee and almost entirely due to his night with Colin, even with not getting much sleep, himself, “Whatever!” is as far as he gets because he hears another set of footsteps, and his heart speeds up.
“Mornin’”, Colin says from behind them in the voice he uses in class that Jensen has come to know is the teen trying to sound confident, yet the little hint of nervousness gives him away, “where’s Elle?”
“Still in bed for now,” Rachel replies, reaching over and filling another mug and holding it out to Colin, “how are you feeling? Did you sleep OK?”
“Fine, I slept like a log,” taking the mug and sitting down opposite Jensen, throwing a quick glance his way, “I was pretty worn out!”
“Glad one of us got a decent sleep, at least,” Rachel says around a yawn.
Colin lets out one of the most obscene and exaggerated moans Jensen’s heard in a long time, “God that’s good!” he says, a sleepy look of bliss on his face, and Jensen’s heart rate speeds up even more.
“Dude,” Rachel winces, “you wanna dial back the sex noises? It’s only coffee!”
“This isn’t coffee, it’s crack!” the teen replies, practically inhaling the next mouthful and letting out another contented noise after he swallows.
The look on his face is pure pleasure - wet, pink lips parted, eyelids fluttering, and it takes a minute for Jensen to realise his mouth is hanging open at the sight. He closes it quickly, swallowing and faking a cough when Rachel’s voice filters through to his brain asking if he’s OK, “Fine,” he croaks, lifting his own mug out in front of him, “just went down the wrong way.”
He feels the heat of his friend’s hand rubbing his back, “Idiot,” she says, fondly, “I’m going to shower and change, get breakfast started?”
“Sure,” he says, making a beeline for the coffee machine to top up his mostly already full mug, willing his heart rate to slow and avoiding looking at Colin while they’re not alone.
A couple of minutes go by before he hears the chair legs scrape along the tile and Colin stands next to him, his hip leaning on the counter top, body angled towards the older man. The teen is holding his mug out, “Can I get a top up, please?” Jensen doesn’t speak, he has no idea what he’s meant to say in a situation like this, so he just nods and pours the coffee. Colin offers him a small smile of thanks then watches a bubble float around the mug for a few seconds before he looks up at Jensen, “Are you sure you’re OK?”
Jensen tightens his grip on his mug and takes a deep breath before he answers. His stomach is in knots from second guessing how this morning would go. Despite his certainty last night and the early hours of this morning that he wants some kind of relationship with Colin despite the risks, in the literal light of day this could be where Colin tells him he’s turning him into the police, and Jensen’s man enough to admit he’s scared shitless,“That depends on you,” he makes himself look into the teen’s eyes, “I know last night shouldn’t have happened, Colin, I’m the adult, I’ll take full responsibility.”
Colin has a hurt look on his face and Jensen’s stomach churns, “What do you mean? I thought it was what you wanted…what we both wanted?”
Jensen puts his mug down on the counter and turns to face the teen. He lifts his arms to Colin’s shoulders but stops short of touching him, “It was. It is, me at least, but I…shit, I’m sorry Colin.”
A small smile creeps across the young face in front of him, “Sorry you’ve not given me a good morning kiss, yet?”
Jensen blinks in disbelief, “You don’t hate me?”
Colin frowns and shakes his head, “Man, I thought teachers were supposed to be smart. Of course I don’t, Mr. Ack-, I mean, Jensen …”, he puts his own mug down and takes a deep breath, “I kinda like you, you moron!” he says with such a sweet smile that Jensen’s stomach is churning for a whole different reason.
“But I was wrong, I should’ve been able to control myself…I’m sorry. Again.”
Colin’s looking extremely smug and taking a step closer, his large hand on the taller man’s chest before he knows it, just like last night, “So what you’re saying is you’re old and wise enough to know better but couldn’t help yourself,” the other hand on Jensen’s cheek, now, “because you find me irresistible?”
Jensen bursts out laughing, he can’t help it. Colin’s eyes go from sparkling with mischief to dark with lust as he moves closer still. Jensen can smell Colin’s scent combined with coffee and it’s instantly addictive. He has the good sense to throw a glance over the teen’s shoulder to check they’re still alone before sliding his hand underneath his own t-shirt hanging over Colin’s slimmer frame to feel hot, smooth skin before he leans in and captures the soft pink lips in front of him. The kiss is soft, lazy even, and they both melt into it but before long Colin is sat on the counter top, Jensen stood in between the teen’s long legs, pressing their bodies closer together. Colin moans and rolls his hips, dragging his cock over Jensen’s through their clothes, and that’s the cue to stop before they get caught, “Stop, stop, stop,” the older man says and he can hear the disappointment in his own voice, “to be continued when we’re alone, OK?”
Colin lets out a frustrated groan when Jensen steps away, both of them flushed and panting. He jumps down off the counter and takes a long drink of his now lukewarm coffee before turning back to Jensen with an even more smug look on his face, “I’m gonna take that as a resounding yes, I’m irresistible!”
“You cocky little shit!” Jensen growls, amused, but also trying to calm his breathing before Rachel comes back downstairs.
Colin shrugs, pouring more coffee and taking a large mouthful before pressing the mug into Jensen’s hand, stepping back into his personal space and licking a stripe up from his neck to behind his ear, making the older man shiver, “You seem to like it,” he says, voice deep with lust, “but since you put a stop to the fun, Jensen, I’m gonna have to jerk off in your shower or I won’t make it through breakfast without touching you.”
Jensen’s breath hitched as heat and lust shot through his body at the teen’s words, his mind immediately providing the image of a wet, soapy Colin furiously working his cock in the very same space he himself had been not even an hour ago. “Son of a bitch!”
§
“What the fuck are you so happy about?” Elle croaks later that evening when she and Colin are lying on her bed watching a movie.
Colin’s grin gets even wider as he thinks about his time with Jensen, “Nothing, just in a good mood is all, not all of us got so shitfaced the hangover will last for days.”
Elle - predictably - rolls her eyes, “Fuck off!” she throws back and slowly rolls over onto her side, propping her aching head on her hand and squinting at her friend, “Seriously, did you get your dick sucked last night or something?”
Colin laughed, “No I didn’t,” he links his hands behind his head and wriggles to get comfy on the bed, “but maybe next time.”
He feels Elle sit up, the bed moving as she rearranges herself, “So who is she?”
Colin felt the grin slip from his face and his stomach clench tight, he doesn’t want to kill his high by having the talk right now. He breathes deeply and slowly through his nose to try and remain calm, “It was just a handjob, no big deal. You know how parties are.”
“Oh come on, details,” she shoves him in the shoulder, “are you seeing her again?”
“Just drop it, will you?” he snaps, then forces himself to change his tone, “It’s no-one you know.” - strictly it’s true, Elle didn’t know Jensen before last night and their very brief interaction this morning hardly counts as getting to know each other, she doesn’t have any classes with him and as far as Colin knows, Jensen’s not involved in any of the after school clubs she goes to when she feels like it. He’s avoided eye contact so far so to keep things as normal as he could but when he looks up he sees she has a raised eyebrow and the ‘I’m about to get this out of you whether you like it or not’ expression that he knew all too well. He has to deflect from this, quickly, “You look like shit, hon!” he says in his chirpiest tone with a forced goofy grin on his face.
“Hey,” she frowns, “don’t change the subject, hon. Why won’t you talk to me?”
Colin sighs and starts tracing the floral pattern on the bedspread with his forefinger, “I can’t,” he hears her huff, and cut her off before she starts on a rant, “it’s someone I really like but I don’t know if anything else is going to happen.”
Elle’s clammy hand covers his, “But you want it to?” she smiling at him and squeezing his hand when he nods but says nothing else, himself, “OK, I’ll let it drop for now, now go get me some Coke, bitch!”
It’s Colin’s turn to roll his eyes, now, “Oh no, you got yourself in this state,” waving his hand at her stomach, “if you need sugar then take your sorry ass downstairs.”
Elle throws herself back down on the pillows before groaning and clutching her stomach, “I can’t, I might puke again. Please? My mom’s not really buying that I have cramps and you know how she gets when she’s onto something, she won’t let it drop, it’s like the Spanish Inquisition.”
“Hmm, I know someone else like that,” he replies, the sarcasm dripping from every word.
“OK, fine, I’ll stop asking, if you get me Coke”!
“That’s blackmail.”
“I prefer to think of it as an incentive,” she gestures towards the door, “crackers, too.”
“I hate you,” he mumbles, leaving to do her bidding, grateful to have dodged a bullet even if only temporarily.
§
Jensen straightened his tie and smoothed his shirt again. His tie had been perfectly straight and his shirt smooth the last three times he’d done it, but he found repetition calmed his nerves… usually. Today would be the first time he’d seen Colin since he, Rachel and Elle had left his place on Saturday lunchtime. It was only Wednesday but it had felt like weeks, especially since he’d not been able to speak to the teen. As well as keeping his composure through the class, his goal was to get Colin’s number so they could at least have a private conversation.
Soon the kids starting filing in and Jensen’s stress level was rising with each desk being occupied - none of them were Colin. Was he sick? Had he rethought the situation and left the class so as not to be near the man who’d taken advantage of him? Jensen’s mouth was getting drier by the second, his pulse rate increasing, too. A tall, redheaded girl whose name was escaping him came rushing in, closed the door behind her and Jensen’s heart sank. Colin was a no show. He took a few seconds to right himself, a few deep breaths, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs before he stood and walked around to his usual place leaning up against the front of his desk. He picked up two whiteboard markers to give himself something to do with his hands - he couldn’t be sure but he had a good idea they were starting to shake - swallowed what little saliva he had left and tried to recall how he’d been planning on starting the class.
A loud thump and a rattle of the door made him and some of the students jump, as Colin came barrelling through it, “Sorry, sorry,” he said breathlessly, “I got held up in my last class.” He was wearing the exact same sheepish expression and apologetic half smile as the first time he stepped into Jensen’s classroom and the teacher’s stomach clenched at the memory and with the sudden relief that was flooding through him at the kid being here.
“I thought,” he rasped then paused to clear his throat, “I thought we agreed you weren’t going to make this a habit, Mr. Ford?”
Colin looked suitably chastised, “I didn’t mean -”
Jensen cut him off, “Save it, see me at the end of class, please.”
The teen blinked at him and looked a little shocked at the tone - it had come out harsher than Jensen had meant it to, “Yes, Sir,” he mumbled and shuffled over to his usual desk.
The class seemed to take forever, Jensen barely had any clue what any of the students were saying in response to his pre-prepared questions, his gaze kept wandering to Colin who met his eyes only once, briefly, before returning to his book. Eventually the bell rang and it made Jensen jump, what’s wrong with you, man? he mentally asked himself as he returned to his seat, “Mr. Ford, collect all the books, please.” he shouted over the noise of the students chattering as they gathered their belongings and left the room. He watched for a little while as the teen purposely took his time collecting the battered textbooks scattered around the room, then got up to close the door.
“Where are these going?” Colin asked, the tension clear in his voice.
The older man licked his lips, “The storeroom,” he said, nodding to the door at the back of the classroom. He turned to look out to the corridor to make sure nobody was coming back in then walked towards Colin, “here, I’ll help,” he offered, taking half the books from the pile in the teen’s arms and opened the small storeroom door. He heard the kid’s shuffling footsteps behind him as he put the books on the shelf then moved to the side so Colin could put the rest back.
“I’m sorry I was late,” he said in a quiet, uncertain voice.
Jensen ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh of relief, “I’m just glad you showed up,” he looked at Colin who was looking worried, “I didn’t know what to think.”
The teen had started to chew lightly on his lip, scuffing the floor with his shoe. He looked at Jensen for a long time before he spoke, the delay long enough to have the man nervous as to what was going to come out of his mouth, “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me, I thought you might have changed your mind,” he shrugged, going back to chewing on his lip.
Jensen took a couple of steps forward until there was only inches between them, and slowly reached up to thumb Colin’s lip where it was slick and red, the skin hot already, “That’s really distracting,” he said, suddenly breathless. The teen’s eyes softened a little and Jensen could see relief on his face, he licked his lip and in turn the edge of the older man’s thumb, making his breath catch again.
Colin reached up to cover Jensen’s hand with his own and moved it to his cheek, “Distracting?”
“Uh huh,” was the most intelligent thing Jensen could come up with as he leaned in and placed his other hand on Colin’s face, pulling him into a soft kiss which the teen returned eagerly, sliding his hand around the taller man’s neck and getting a better angle. When Jensen pulled back the teen started to smirk, “What are you smiling at?”
Colin shrugged as the smirk grew bigger, “Guess it’s a good job I was late or else you wouldn’t have kept me behind, right?”
“You played me!” Jensen said with disbelief, “You little shit!”
Colin laughed and shrugged again, “How else was I supposed to get you alone?”, he slid the hand not on Jensen’s neck over his chest, down his stomach and then Jensen felt the warmth of it hover over his crotch, he took a step back and was about to protest when Colin pulled both hands back and raised them in front of him, “I was going for your phone!”
Jensen laughed, then, shaking his head, fishing the phone out of his pocket. He unlocked the screen and handed it over to Colin who took it, smirk still firmly in place. He tapped the screen a few times then handed the phone back before taking his own from his pocket as it beeped with the message he’d just sent himself. He tapped again and nodded at Jensen’s hand as the older man’s phone rang once then stopped.
“Numbers exchanged. Text me,” Colin said before leaning in for a quick peck on the lips, “I’m wasting my lunchtime in here with you!” he winked and left the room, leaving Jensen stood there with his mouth hanging open.
Chapter 7
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