Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 7/?
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: This is turning into largely PWP, kinda wanted it to have plot, TBH! LOL.
A lot of this chapter happens in text message format (in Italics), please bear with me, I know it's not everyone's cup of tea but I feel it fits where we're at with the storyline!
Colin hasn’t even taken his lunch out of his backpack when the text notification goes off. He can feel the already wide grin spread further across his face, his cheeks starting to ache from it. He wasn’t entirely sure he didn’t skip all the way to the cafeteria but found he didn’t care if he had, all the stress and nervousness from the past few days has finally left his body and dopamine taken hold, instead. He slowly takes out his lunch, even though what he wants to do is grab his phone from where it’s sat on the table, but gets himself under control. The fact that Jensen had messaged so quickly has sent a surge of happiness through him but he didn’t know where the man was or if he could see Colin sitting here, so he’s trying to be aloof. That doesn’t mean he’s not glancing down at the screen and see the message without unlocking the screen, though.
Unknown number: You saved your number as “Dobby”? Really?!
He can’t help but laugh to himself, it seemed fitting to name himself after a Harry Potter character since that’s the first thing they learned they had a shared interest in. He makes a point to take his lunch out and lay it all on the table in front of him as slowly as possible when all he really wants to do is pick the phone up and spend his lunch break texting Jensen, but that’s not aloof. He manages two bites of his sandwich before his phone beeps again.
“Shit, you have no self control!” he mutters to himself, exchanging sandwich for phone smiling again as he realises he could be talking about himself or Jensen. He looks at the second message, it’s from Elle saying she’ll be five minutes. He rolls his eyes and swipes to dismiss it, if that’s all the time he had then texting Jensen is the priority.
CF: It was the first thing that came to mind!
Unknown number: You do yourself a disservice, you’re far sexier than any house elf.
CF: I certainly hope so!
Unknown number: If you’re Dobby then who am I?
CF: TBD after I finish eating, I need brain food, y’know, to *learn* - school’s important in case nobody told you.
Unknown number: Want some suggestions? Yes, I think I vaguely recall hearing that about school. Food also keeps your energy levels up, too, I’m sure you’ll be needing extra calories sometime soon so eat up! ;)
Unknown number: P.S. Turn around. As lovely as your back is I’d much prefer to see your face. :)
Colin freezes, Jensen is somewhere in the room and watching him. That thought is somehow hot and he suddenly feels a prickling on the back of his neck. He slowly turns his head to the side, sees nothing, turns to the other side and still nothing. He puts his phone down on the other side of the table, pushes his lunch over to join it then slowly slides around the bench to the opposite side. As casually as he can he looks up, his eyes finding Jensen’s almost immediately. The man’s at the staff table, maybe ten feet away. He’s sat at the furthest end away from Colin’s and now staring straight at him. He holds the gaze for a couple of seconds before looking back down at his phone and smirking around a forkful of his lunch.
CF: If your old brain can remember all the characters, suggest away! :p Do we have a timescale for that “sometime soon”?
Colin picks up his sandwich and resumes eating while he waits for Jensen to read and reply to his message, trying not to let his eyes linger but it’s very difficult. If he can’t touch the man he at least wants to be able to look at him.
Unknown number: My memory is just fine & I’m not old, I’m *mature* meaning I have experience & stamina! ;) How about tomorrow, don’t you have last period free?
The view is *much* better now! :)
The teen raises an eyebrow at the screen for a moment and flicks his gaze to Jensen who’s doing a good job of pretending to ignore him and be caught up in scrolling something on his phone.
CF: Is that right? I’m gonna need to see proof of all of the above. How do you know I have last period free, are you stalking me? That’s kinda creepy…
Glad you approve, the view’s not too shabby from my side, either. ;)
CF: P.S. I’m not sure your memory is as good as you think. I don’t see any name suggestions… #oldpeoplesuck
Unknown number: Don’t worry, I intend to prove it several times over! It’s not stalking, it’s taking an interest in your whereabouts.
It’s much easier to fantasise about all the things I want to do to you when I can actually see you! xD
Colin’s breath catches a little reading that. Jensen has obviously taken the time to learn his schedule and to see in writing that his teacher’s been fantasising about him is almost as good as hearing it from his beautiful lips, and it sends a rush of blood to his cock. Before he has chance to reply the phone beeps again.
Unknown number: Cheeky bastard, I didn’t forget, I was thinking. For the time being I suggest “Myrtle”.
CF: Exactly how much thought has gone into these fantasies? You’re good with words, I need details. Lots of them. Yeah I have last period free but won’t it look suspicious? We need a plan.
CF: Myrtle? WTF?
Unknown number: A great deal of thought but I can’t tell you now, too public, plus it’ll make me hard. It could get very awkward. I’ll text you the plan later.
Colin groans under his breath, the idea of Jensen sat there getting hard for him while those around them are innocently sat there eating lunch sends more blood South and his mouth goes dry. He decides then that he needs to change his notification settings so that message text doesn’t show until he unlocks the phone, the last thing he needs Elle - or anyone else for that matter - seeing anything ‘detailed’ on his phone, there’s no way she’d let that drop if she saw it. Concentrating on that gives him a chance to calm down, his cock not yet soft but certainly in a more appropriate state seeing as his best friend will be here any time.
He picks up his water bottle and unscrews the cap, bringing it to his mouth and taking a drink to cool himself down, reading the next message mid gulp.
Unknown number: Yes, Myrtle. AKA *moaning* Myrtle. You’ll do more than moan, of course, I’ll make you *scream*
FYI, #thisMATUREpersonlikestosuck. ;)
Before he knows it the water is everywhere, down his t-shirt and spreading over the table. He’s breathed some in, coughing it up into a napkin that Elle handed him - he has no idea where she came from, she just appeared out of nowhere. When he finally gets his breath back and his throat’s only mildly burning, he looks over at Jensen and glares at him as subtly as possible under the circumstances, but the man is smirking and appears entirely unsympathetic to his plight. A few people - staff and teachers - are looking at Colin now and he feels his face burning.
“Are you OK?” Elle asks, mopping the remainder of the water up and tossing the soaking napkins onto the corner of her tray with one hand and rubbing his back with the other.
He clears his throat, “Yeah, thanks.”
She nods and hands him his phone, “It’s a good job I have quick reflexes or else that would’ve been swimming!”
“This is one of the few times I’m glad you’re a freak, then,” he replies, brushing a few stray droplets of water from the screen. It lights up in his hands, beeping as he fully dries it off on his shirt sleeve.
Unknown number: That’ll teach you for being a little shit & engineering a plan to get me on my own! #sorrynotsorry ;)
Colin rolls his eyes and stabs out a reply, prompting Elle to comment, “Whoa, what did that screen do to you?”
“Nothing,” he lies. His thumb is hovered over the send button when another message shows above.
Unknown number: That really is a sensitive gag reflex you have, there, any ideas how I could help resolve that? xD
Heat floods his face again, this time in arousal rather than embarrassment, his cock stirring once again, “I gotta go,” he says, breathy to his own ears, “see you later. Sorry!”
“COLIN, what the Hell?” Elle yells from behind him, causing people - including Jensen - to look his way again.
The way out is directly past the staff table. He gets a couple of feet away from his teacher and thinks he’s safe until the man grips his arm, stopping Colin in his tracks. Jensen’s hold is gentle, designed to halt him, not restrain. He lets go quickly, but not before he’s stroked the sensitive skin on the inside of Colin’s wrist a couple of times. It ramps up the teens heartbeat even more, sending blood exactly where he doesn’t want it while he’s stood where he is.
“Are you alright, Mr. Ford? You look a little...flustered.” Jensen’s voice is sweet and innocent but Colin knows different even if the look of feigned concern is successful in covering the small smirk on his face.
The teen thinks his face must be nearly purple by now, he’s absolutely mortified yet at the same time he’s turned on by Jensen’s actions, “I’m fine,” he says, voice higher than he’d like, “I just need some air.”
Jensen nods, “That sounds like a good idea,” he turns his body around to the side so that he’s facing Colin, “and you’re welcome to come and see me any time if you want talk about anything.”
Colin clears his throat, “I’ll keep that in mind,” he replies as he’s leaving the room as quickly as possible.
Jensen is half listening to the conversation going on at the table around him, more interested in what messages are going to come up on his phone any minute. He’s considering going after Colin to apologise but thinks better of it - people would definitely think it odd him following his student into the bathroom, which is more than likely where he’s gone. Even though he’s expecting it, the vibration of his phone in his hand makes him jump a little.
Dobby: You’re a dick!
JA: Maybe a bit. LOL
Dobby: No maybe about it, what were you trying to do to me?
JA: Just tease you a little. Obviously I was successful!
Dobby: Again, you’re a dick.
JA: If it’s any consolation you’re not the only one affected!
Dobby: What does that mean?
Jensen smiles, Colin’s a bright kid but clearly blood wasn’t getting around his brain as well as usual at the moment. He types his reply as he’s taking his empty tray to the counter.
JA: You think I can sit looking at you, telling you how I want to make you moan & scream, thinking about all the ways I can do that & NOT get hot? I’m only human.
Dobby: Payback’s a bitch & you’re still a dick.
JA: So you’ve said, repeatedly. Remind me to buy you a thesaurus. You keep swearing like that & I’ll have to put you over my knee & give you a good spanking!
He lets out a soft moan at the thought of that, belatedly checking nobody is behind him. There are a couple of kids deep in conversation and not paying him any attention, thankfully. He heads to his classroom and makes sure to shut the door behind him before looking back at his phone.
Dobby: Yeah right. You’ll have to catch me first old man!
JA: You think I’m kidding? Bring that potty mouth to me & we’ll see! Don’t think I won’t chase that fine little ass down before I spank it, it only makes it more fun! xD
Dobby: And how would you know I have a “fine little ass”, huh?
JA: I may have looked once or twice.
Dobby: Perv! ;)
JA: Evidently so. Think you can stay away until tomorrow? I know how you young ones are ruled by hormones… :p
Dobby: Throwing me down & having your way with me with very little prompting was you showing self control, was it? xD
JA: Exceptional circumstances.
Dobby: EXCEPTIONAL HOW EXACTLY???
Not for the first time today Jensen adjusted his dick, if this carried on he was going to have to get looser pants. Flashes of Saturday night came with fresh waves of lust, Colin in the cheerleader costume, Colin in Jensen’s clothes, then out of them, hard and desperate for his teacher.
JA: You’re fucking hot & I wanted you since the start. That was months worth of lust, under normal circumstances the aforementioned stamina stops that from happening.
Time seemed to drag on with no reply from Colin and Jensen’s starting to get concerned. Has he just fucked it all up by admitting he’d wanted the kid for so long? “You idiot, why did you say that?” he asks the empty room. Surely now he seems like a predator, biding his time, winning Colin’s trust before getting what he wants! It’s not the case, he’d never have acted on his desires and pursued the teen, but now he’s said it it may come back to bite him on the ass. When the phone beeps again he feels a little nauseous as he opens the text, nervous of what it’s going to say.
Dobby: You wanted me all that time? Not just after what you saw at the party?
“Thank fucking Christ!” he releases a breath, willing himself to calm down, he has - at most - ten minutes left before his next class.
JA: Fuck yes I wanted you then. Is this where you call me a perv again?
Dobby: It’s where I call you a fucking idiot because we could’ve done this months ago if I’d known!
JA: LANGUAGE!
Dobby: Fuck my language… though I’d rather you fuck me, NGL. Are you alone yet?
JA: Jesus, you really do have a filthy mouth! Yes I’m alone, why?
As soon as the message shows as being delivered, the screen changes to ‘Dobby calling’ and Jensen freezes. He hesitates briefly, then answers the call with a shaky hand, “What the fuck are you playing at? Why are you calling me, now?”
“And you say I’m the one with a filthy mouth!” Colin laughs, “I need to hear your voice,” he almost whispering, voice strained and breathy, “I’m close.”
It takes a minute to put the words and sounds to slot together in Jensen’s head, “Shit, Colin, are you touching yourself?”, he can hear own his voice getting higher pitched with each word, “Are you fucking crazy?”
“It’s, ngh,” breathing heavier, “exceptional circumstances!”
Jensen can feel himself sweating from both arousal and fear, his cock feeling like it’s gone from semi interested to marble in two seconds flat, “You have to stop,” he says urgently, even as he feels his boxers get damp where he’s leaking pre-come into them, “please Colin, you can’t do this!”
“You...can’t...be...serious,” Colin’s breath is hitching between every word, he almost sounds in pain, “c’mon Jensen, help me…”
“Help you?” he hisses, “This is insane!”
“Tell...me...how...much…” another groan, “you...want...to...fuck...me,” the teen is sobbing now, “please!, and quickly!”
Jensen has to squeeze his dick under the desk to relieve the pressure, the desperation in Colin’s voice is driving him crazy. He throws another glance towards the door, any minute now kids are going to start coming through it. He knows he should just end the call, there’s risky and there’s plain stupid, so he clears his throat to speak. What he means to say is ‘I’m hanging up, now’ but what comes out is a rush of words that he just can’t stop.
“Shit, Colin, I wanna fuck you so, so much it’s driving me insane. Wanna squeeze that ass of yours, finger you and fuck you for hours. It’s all I’ve been able to think about ever since you walked in here and flashed that fucking smile at me. You were just sat there and still you looked edible. That v-neck was loose around the neck, fuckin’ teasing me where it slipped down to show some collarbone. God damn it I wanted to shove you up against the wall and get my mouth on your neck first, then the rest of you. Please tell me I can do that soon, baby, God I wanna touch you…”
He slams his hand over his mouth to shut himself up, gripping the edge of the desk so hard it’s got to be leaving an imprint on his palm. He’s so turned on by the noises Colin’s making and the mental image his own words have conjured up he can hardly catch his breath. Blood is pounding in his ears, his temples throbbing underneath sweaty skin, like the feeling he gets as he chases his orgasm, but that’s not what going to happen because he can’t touch himself or Colin as much as he wants to right this second. There’s more hitched breaths down the phone, a little mewl followed by a long groan and he knows Colin just came and God he wanted to see that.
Jensen says nothing, not wanting to break the spell, just listening to the sounds of both of their heavy breathing until the bell rings and he jumps out of his chair, almost dropping the phone in the process. He manages to grab it and press it back to his ear and mutter, “You’re gonna kill me!” and hear Colin’s tired laugh in return before the first student enters the classroom.
Chapter 8
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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: This is turning into largely PWP, kinda wanted it to have plot, TBH! LOL.
A lot of this chapter happens in text message format (in Italics), please bear with me, I know it's not everyone's cup of tea but I feel it fits where we're at with the storyline!
Colin hasn’t even taken his lunch out of his backpack when the text notification goes off. He can feel the already wide grin spread further across his face, his cheeks starting to ache from it. He wasn’t entirely sure he didn’t skip all the way to the cafeteria but found he didn’t care if he had, all the stress and nervousness from the past few days has finally left his body and dopamine taken hold, instead. He slowly takes out his lunch, even though what he wants to do is grab his phone from where it’s sat on the table, but gets himself under control. The fact that Jensen had messaged so quickly has sent a surge of happiness through him but he didn’t know where the man was or if he could see Colin sitting here, so he’s trying to be aloof. That doesn’t mean he’s not glancing down at the screen and see the message without unlocking the screen, though.
Unknown number: You saved your number as “Dobby”? Really?!
He can’t help but laugh to himself, it seemed fitting to name himself after a Harry Potter character since that’s the first thing they learned they had a shared interest in. He makes a point to take his lunch out and lay it all on the table in front of him as slowly as possible when all he really wants to do is pick the phone up and spend his lunch break texting Jensen, but that’s not aloof. He manages two bites of his sandwich before his phone beeps again.
“Shit, you have no self control!” he mutters to himself, exchanging sandwich for phone smiling again as he realises he could be talking about himself or Jensen. He looks at the second message, it’s from Elle saying she’ll be five minutes. He rolls his eyes and swipes to dismiss it, if that’s all the time he had then texting Jensen is the priority.
CF: It was the first thing that came to mind!
Unknown number: You do yourself a disservice, you’re far sexier than any house elf.
CF: I certainly hope so!
Unknown number: If you’re Dobby then who am I?
CF: TBD after I finish eating, I need brain food, y’know, to *learn* - school’s important in case nobody told you.
Unknown number: Want some suggestions? Yes, I think I vaguely recall hearing that about school. Food also keeps your energy levels up, too, I’m sure you’ll be needing extra calories sometime soon so eat up! ;)
Unknown number: P.S. Turn around. As lovely as your back is I’d much prefer to see your face. :)
Colin freezes, Jensen is somewhere in the room and watching him. That thought is somehow hot and he suddenly feels a prickling on the back of his neck. He slowly turns his head to the side, sees nothing, turns to the other side and still nothing. He puts his phone down on the other side of the table, pushes his lunch over to join it then slowly slides around the bench to the opposite side. As casually as he can he looks up, his eyes finding Jensen’s almost immediately. The man’s at the staff table, maybe ten feet away. He’s sat at the furthest end away from Colin’s and now staring straight at him. He holds the gaze for a couple of seconds before looking back down at his phone and smirking around a forkful of his lunch.
CF: If your old brain can remember all the characters, suggest away! :p Do we have a timescale for that “sometime soon”?
Colin picks up his sandwich and resumes eating while he waits for Jensen to read and reply to his message, trying not to let his eyes linger but it’s very difficult. If he can’t touch the man he at least wants to be able to look at him.
Unknown number: My memory is just fine & I’m not old, I’m *mature* meaning I have experience & stamina! ;) How about tomorrow, don’t you have last period free?
The view is *much* better now! :)
The teen raises an eyebrow at the screen for a moment and flicks his gaze to Jensen who’s doing a good job of pretending to ignore him and be caught up in scrolling something on his phone.
CF: Is that right? I’m gonna need to see proof of all of the above. How do you know I have last period free, are you stalking me? That’s kinda creepy…
Glad you approve, the view’s not too shabby from my side, either. ;)
CF: P.S. I’m not sure your memory is as good as you think. I don’t see any name suggestions… #oldpeoplesuck
Unknown number: Don’t worry, I intend to prove it several times over! It’s not stalking, it’s taking an interest in your whereabouts.
It’s much easier to fantasise about all the things I want to do to you when I can actually see you! xD
Colin’s breath catches a little reading that. Jensen has obviously taken the time to learn his schedule and to see in writing that his teacher’s been fantasising about him is almost as good as hearing it from his beautiful lips, and it sends a rush of blood to his cock. Before he has chance to reply the phone beeps again.
Unknown number: Cheeky bastard, I didn’t forget, I was thinking. For the time being I suggest “Myrtle”.
CF: Exactly how much thought has gone into these fantasies? You’re good with words, I need details. Lots of them. Yeah I have last period free but won’t it look suspicious? We need a plan.
CF: Myrtle? WTF?
Unknown number: A great deal of thought but I can’t tell you now, too public, plus it’ll make me hard. It could get very awkward. I’ll text you the plan later.
Colin groans under his breath, the idea of Jensen sat there getting hard for him while those around them are innocently sat there eating lunch sends more blood South and his mouth goes dry. He decides then that he needs to change his notification settings so that message text doesn’t show until he unlocks the phone, the last thing he needs Elle - or anyone else for that matter - seeing anything ‘detailed’ on his phone, there’s no way she’d let that drop if she saw it. Concentrating on that gives him a chance to calm down, his cock not yet soft but certainly in a more appropriate state seeing as his best friend will be here any time.
He picks up his water bottle and unscrews the cap, bringing it to his mouth and taking a drink to cool himself down, reading the next message mid gulp.
Unknown number: Yes, Myrtle. AKA *moaning* Myrtle. You’ll do more than moan, of course, I’ll make you *scream*
FYI, #thisMATUREpersonlikestosuck. ;)
Before he knows it the water is everywhere, down his t-shirt and spreading over the table. He’s breathed some in, coughing it up into a napkin that Elle handed him - he has no idea where she came from, she just appeared out of nowhere. When he finally gets his breath back and his throat’s only mildly burning, he looks over at Jensen and glares at him as subtly as possible under the circumstances, but the man is smirking and appears entirely unsympathetic to his plight. A few people - staff and teachers - are looking at Colin now and he feels his face burning.
“Are you OK?” Elle asks, mopping the remainder of the water up and tossing the soaking napkins onto the corner of her tray with one hand and rubbing his back with the other.
He clears his throat, “Yeah, thanks.”
She nods and hands him his phone, “It’s a good job I have quick reflexes or else that would’ve been swimming!”
“This is one of the few times I’m glad you’re a freak, then,” he replies, brushing a few stray droplets of water from the screen. It lights up in his hands, beeping as he fully dries it off on his shirt sleeve.
Unknown number: That’ll teach you for being a little shit & engineering a plan to get me on my own! #sorrynotsorry ;)
Colin rolls his eyes and stabs out a reply, prompting Elle to comment, “Whoa, what did that screen do to you?”
“Nothing,” he lies. His thumb is hovered over the send button when another message shows above.
Unknown number: That really is a sensitive gag reflex you have, there, any ideas how I could help resolve that? xD
Heat floods his face again, this time in arousal rather than embarrassment, his cock stirring once again, “I gotta go,” he says, breathy to his own ears, “see you later. Sorry!”
“COLIN, what the Hell?” Elle yells from behind him, causing people - including Jensen - to look his way again.
The way out is directly past the staff table. He gets a couple of feet away from his teacher and thinks he’s safe until the man grips his arm, stopping Colin in his tracks. Jensen’s hold is gentle, designed to halt him, not restrain. He lets go quickly, but not before he’s stroked the sensitive skin on the inside of Colin’s wrist a couple of times. It ramps up the teens heartbeat even more, sending blood exactly where he doesn’t want it while he’s stood where he is.
“Are you alright, Mr. Ford? You look a little...flustered.” Jensen’s voice is sweet and innocent but Colin knows different even if the look of feigned concern is successful in covering the small smirk on his face.
The teen thinks his face must be nearly purple by now, he’s absolutely mortified yet at the same time he’s turned on by Jensen’s actions, “I’m fine,” he says, voice higher than he’d like, “I just need some air.”
Jensen nods, “That sounds like a good idea,” he turns his body around to the side so that he’s facing Colin, “and you’re welcome to come and see me any time if you want talk about anything.”
Colin clears his throat, “I’ll keep that in mind,” he replies as he’s leaving the room as quickly as possible.
§
Jensen is half listening to the conversation going on at the table around him, more interested in what messages are going to come up on his phone any minute. He’s considering going after Colin to apologise but thinks better of it - people would definitely think it odd him following his student into the bathroom, which is more than likely where he’s gone. Even though he’s expecting it, the vibration of his phone in his hand makes him jump a little.
Dobby: You’re a dick!
JA: Maybe a bit. LOL
Dobby: No maybe about it, what were you trying to do to me?
JA: Just tease you a little. Obviously I was successful!
Dobby: Again, you’re a dick.
JA: If it’s any consolation you’re not the only one affected!
Dobby: What does that mean?
Jensen smiles, Colin’s a bright kid but clearly blood wasn’t getting around his brain as well as usual at the moment. He types his reply as he’s taking his empty tray to the counter.
JA: You think I can sit looking at you, telling you how I want to make you moan & scream, thinking about all the ways I can do that & NOT get hot? I’m only human.
Dobby: Payback’s a bitch & you’re still a dick.
JA: So you’ve said, repeatedly. Remind me to buy you a thesaurus. You keep swearing like that & I’ll have to put you over my knee & give you a good spanking!
He lets out a soft moan at the thought of that, belatedly checking nobody is behind him. There are a couple of kids deep in conversation and not paying him any attention, thankfully. He heads to his classroom and makes sure to shut the door behind him before looking back at his phone.
Dobby: Yeah right. You’ll have to catch me first old man!
JA: You think I’m kidding? Bring that potty mouth to me & we’ll see! Don’t think I won’t chase that fine little ass down before I spank it, it only makes it more fun! xD
Dobby: And how would you know I have a “fine little ass”, huh?
JA: I may have looked once or twice.
Dobby: Perv! ;)
JA: Evidently so. Think you can stay away until tomorrow? I know how you young ones are ruled by hormones… :p
Dobby: Throwing me down & having your way with me with very little prompting was you showing self control, was it? xD
JA: Exceptional circumstances.
Dobby: EXCEPTIONAL HOW EXACTLY???
Not for the first time today Jensen adjusted his dick, if this carried on he was going to have to get looser pants. Flashes of Saturday night came with fresh waves of lust, Colin in the cheerleader costume, Colin in Jensen’s clothes, then out of them, hard and desperate for his teacher.
JA: You’re fucking hot & I wanted you since the start. That was months worth of lust, under normal circumstances the aforementioned stamina stops that from happening.
Time seemed to drag on with no reply from Colin and Jensen’s starting to get concerned. Has he just fucked it all up by admitting he’d wanted the kid for so long? “You idiot, why did you say that?” he asks the empty room. Surely now he seems like a predator, biding his time, winning Colin’s trust before getting what he wants! It’s not the case, he’d never have acted on his desires and pursued the teen, but now he’s said it it may come back to bite him on the ass. When the phone beeps again he feels a little nauseous as he opens the text, nervous of what it’s going to say.
Dobby: You wanted me all that time? Not just after what you saw at the party?
“Thank fucking Christ!” he releases a breath, willing himself to calm down, he has - at most - ten minutes left before his next class.
JA: Fuck yes I wanted you then. Is this where you call me a perv again?
Dobby: It’s where I call you a fucking idiot because we could’ve done this months ago if I’d known!
JA: LANGUAGE!
Dobby: Fuck my language… though I’d rather you fuck me, NGL. Are you alone yet?
JA: Jesus, you really do have a filthy mouth! Yes I’m alone, why?
As soon as the message shows as being delivered, the screen changes to ‘Dobby calling’ and Jensen freezes. He hesitates briefly, then answers the call with a shaky hand, “What the fuck are you playing at? Why are you calling me, now?”
“And you say I’m the one with a filthy mouth!” Colin laughs, “I need to hear your voice,” he almost whispering, voice strained and breathy, “I’m close.”
It takes a minute to put the words and sounds to slot together in Jensen’s head, “Shit, Colin, are you touching yourself?”, he can hear own his voice getting higher pitched with each word, “Are you fucking crazy?”
“It’s, ngh,” breathing heavier, “exceptional circumstances!”
Jensen can feel himself sweating from both arousal and fear, his cock feeling like it’s gone from semi interested to marble in two seconds flat, “You have to stop,” he says urgently, even as he feels his boxers get damp where he’s leaking pre-come into them, “please Colin, you can’t do this!”
“You...can’t...be...serious,” Colin’s breath is hitching between every word, he almost sounds in pain, “c’mon Jensen, help me…”
“Help you?” he hisses, “This is insane!”
“Tell...me...how...much…” another groan, “you...want...to...fuck...me,” the teen is sobbing now, “please!, and quickly!”
Jensen has to squeeze his dick under the desk to relieve the pressure, the desperation in Colin’s voice is driving him crazy. He throws another glance towards the door, any minute now kids are going to start coming through it. He knows he should just end the call, there’s risky and there’s plain stupid, so he clears his throat to speak. What he means to say is ‘I’m hanging up, now’ but what comes out is a rush of words that he just can’t stop.
“Shit, Colin, I wanna fuck you so, so much it’s driving me insane. Wanna squeeze that ass of yours, finger you and fuck you for hours. It’s all I’ve been able to think about ever since you walked in here and flashed that fucking smile at me. You were just sat there and still you looked edible. That v-neck was loose around the neck, fuckin’ teasing me where it slipped down to show some collarbone. God damn it I wanted to shove you up against the wall and get my mouth on your neck first, then the rest of you. Please tell me I can do that soon, baby, God I wanna touch you…”
He slams his hand over his mouth to shut himself up, gripping the edge of the desk so hard it’s got to be leaving an imprint on his palm. He’s so turned on by the noises Colin’s making and the mental image his own words have conjured up he can hardly catch his breath. Blood is pounding in his ears, his temples throbbing underneath sweaty skin, like the feeling he gets as he chases his orgasm, but that’s not what going to happen because he can’t touch himself or Colin as much as he wants to right this second. There’s more hitched breaths down the phone, a little mewl followed by a long groan and he knows Colin just came and God he wanted to see that.
Jensen says nothing, not wanting to break the spell, just listening to the sounds of both of their heavy breathing until the bell rings and he jumps out of his chair, almost dropping the phone in the process. He manages to grab it and press it back to his ear and mutter, “You’re gonna kill me!” and hear Colin’s tired laugh in return before the first student enters the classroom.
Chapter 8
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