Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 8/?
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 chapter has more text message format (in italics, sender in bold), again serving a purpose!
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Colin doesn’t remember his afternoon classes or even getting home from school. He knows he pissed Elle off by rushing home on his own instead of waiting for her, but he did send her a message to say he was leaving and since he feels like his brain is currently mush he doesn’t think that’s bad going. He’s now settled on his bed, propped up on a pile of pillows and staring at his phone. He feels drained from the combined anxiety of not seeing Jensen since Saturday, being completely unsure of how the man would react to seeing him in class earlier today, not to mention the fact he’s recently had an orgasm so strong he couldn’t stand for at least five minutes afterwards. He’s not heard from Jensen since then and he’s getting anxious all over again.
The first few texts between them had been fine - light, flirty, a little bit dirty but then it all went pear shaped. In Colin’s defence, Jensen was the one who turned them sexual almost straight away, but he himself had been the one to go too far, too fast. Has he totally fucked it up with the whole phone sex thing? Of course you have, idiot! a voice in his head that sounds an awful lot like Elle, scolds him.
Rationally he knows that Jensen is probably still at school because it’s only 4PM and teachers are always there longer than students, but he would’ve had the opportunity to message Colin between classes and/or when school finished, but he hasn’t. Does that mean the man’s realised how immature Colin is and, is disappointed in his inability to fight his hormones? By the time 5PM rolls around, he can’t take the not knowing any more. He types out apologies, witty comments and flirty messages, deleting them all without sending a single one. In the end he goes for simplicity.
CF: You OK?
He’s torn between holding onto the phone until there’s a reply and going for a shower because he’s sweaty, sticky and uncomfortable. The decision is taken out of his hands when the answer pops up almost immediately. He take a deep breath before tapping on it.
Unknown number: I guess so.
“Shit!” he whispers, “that doesn’t give me much to work with...”
CF: Are you super pissed at me?
Unknown number: I’ve sat through afternoon classes & a staff meeting with a major case of blue balls, what do you think???
Colin can’t help but laugh, more relief than anything that Jensen’s not only still speaking to him but also that he probably would’ve messaged sooner if it wasn’t for the meeting. That’s what he’s telling himself, anyway.
CF: I’m sorry. You did kinda start it though! :p
Unknown number: What are you, seven? *SMH*
Make no mistake, I’m pissed at you. At myself, too. You know that can’t happen again, right?
CF: We should both look up self control online then huh?
Unknown number: I’d prefer you use a dictionary.
CF: Dude, ever hear of online dictionaries? You’re such a dinosaur! :p
Unknown number: Smartass!
Grinning to himself, he types out the obvious.
CF: I think we already established you *like* my ass! ;)
Unknown number: Don’t push your luck, kiddo!
CF: :p
So … still want me to come to you after school tomorrow? I promise to try & behave myself.
Unknown number: No need, I’ll see you in class.
CF: I don’t have English tomorrow, has sexual frustration melted your brain? ;)
Unknown number: I’m covering some additional classes for a couple of weeks because of staff sickness, that’s what the impromptu meeting was about.
The thought of being in the same room as Jensen again so soon makes his sweaty skin tingle in a very good way.
CF: Nice! :D Which class?
Unknown number: You’ll find out at the same time as everyone else! No special treatment allowed.
CF: Not fair. I need to know in case of emergencies or some shit.
Unknown number: You *need* to do the homework your amazingly talented & good looking teacher you set this morning, I’d hate to see a conscientious student such as yourself wind up with in detention… ;)
Jensen is full of nervous excitement this morning. Agreeing to cover some classes was a good thing because it shows he’s committed, enthusiastic and he’s pleased to have been asked to do it rather than volunteering himself, given that he’s only been there a few months. Now the realisation that he’s going to be in the same room as Colin on three days a week instead of one is starting to hit home and it’s doing odd things to him. He’s feeling itchy from the level of arousal he’s always in around - or thinking about - Colin, and now they’ve had sex once he knows he’s going to be harder to concentrate on his job because he wants so much more from Colin even though he knows he shouldn’t.
“You can do this,” he mutters to himself in the mirror as he’s straightening his tie, “he’s the damn teenager, not you. Stop obsessing like a love sick puppy!” He gives himself a final look over - his plain white shirt is showing his defined muscles perfectly. A half turn of his body confirms the pants are nice and snug but not too tight. He intends to show Colin he’s not the only one with a fine ass, thank you very much!
He takes a couple of steadying breaths before he enters the classroom, a little on edge because he’s actually running a little late for once - meaning he’s only ten minutes early rather than his usual fifteen - and he can hear the chatter of some students in there already. He grips his travel mug like it’s a lifeline and walks in, quickly glancing around the room, a little relieved when he doesn’t see Colin yet. He has more time to mentally prepare himself and for that he’s thankful.
He busies himself getting the History textbook and test papers out of his messenger bag, aware of the murmuring of students as they enter the room and see that it’s him and not their usual teacher. He can’t help but sigh, then roll his eyes at one girl who loudly proclaims, “Cool, we get the hot teacher today!” which is followed by appreciative noises from some of her classmates, male voice included he’s pleased to hear, even though he thinks the novelty of him being good looking should’ve worn off by now! He doesn’t look up until a shadow falls over the desk and a familiar voice meets his ears, spoken quietly enough to be only for him.
“Good morning, Mr. Ackles, very nice to see you.”
Jensen swallows, licks his lips and tries to keep the smile off his face. He looks up into big blue eyes, “Good morning to you, too, Mr. Ford. I’m pleased to see you can be on time for some classes.”
Colin laughs and Jensen can’t help but let the smile take over his face, his stomach making a quick flip flop motion at the same time. He quickly turns his attention back to his papers so he doesn’t end up standing there just grinning at the teen in front of everyone. From the corner of his eye he can see Colin is heading to the same area as in his own class - towards the back, near the window and away from the majority of other students. Sometimes he wishes the kid would sit closer so that he doesn’t have to turn to look solely at him, but at the same time if he was with the rest of the group Jensen would have to look at him more often and that would just be a problem.
He starts walking around the room putting papers on the desks, disgruntled mumbling following in his wake, “Settle down, this test was always going happen, Mr. Kelly had it scheduled before he went on sick leave,” he reaches Colin’s desk - last, of course because clearly he’s a sadist and his subconscious wants him to torment himself - sliding the paper onto it and resting his two fingers on top of it for a few seconds while it registers what the teen is wearing, Oh for fuck’s sake, he momentarily forgets that he was mid sentence before recovering, “um...it’s to gauge how much of the text you know already,” he gives Colin a mini death stare before turning back to his borrowed desk, “since this is a double period you have an hour to complete as much as you can then we’ll discuss any areas you have concerns about. I’ll grade the tests and you’ll get them back next week for those actually interested,” he takes his phone out of his pocket, setting the timer, “work in silence. Your time starts now.”
He sits down, keeping the phone in his hand. He looks around the class until all the students are reading their test before tapping on the screen.
Colin can’t keep the smirk off his face when Jensen falters. As he watches his teacher tapping away at the phone screen he feels a little smug, even more so when he feels the vibration of a notification on his own phone just like he expected. He chances a glance up at Jensen in between reading the test questions in front of him and silently chuckles at the clear ‘What the fuck are you playing at?’ face being thrown in his direction.
He turns his focus to the paper and thirty seven minutes later by his watch, he’s done. He’s re-read his answers to kill time, he was satisfied with them anyway but there’s little else he can do. He’s felt Jensen’s eyes on him several times, allowing himself the occasional look. Their eyes meet briefly a couple of times, Jensen looking away first on each occasion. He takes the opportunity of Jensen finishing his coffee and paying him no attention to slide his phone out. He came prepared and put it in his left pocket again so he wouldn’t be seen, and there - of course - is the as yet unnamed contact showing in his notifications. After this class he’s going to add a name to it, he’s pretty sure he’s decided on one.
Unknown number: I have a good mind to give you that damn detention on principle! You’re pushing your luck AGAIN!
Checking none of the other kids are looking his way, he awkwards types out a message left handed which is actually harder than he anticipated.
CF: That seems a little unfair, I did my homework as requested though I think you hold a higher opinion of that teacher than I do ;) What other reason could you *possibly* have for detaining me after school? xD
He hears the vibration of Jensen’s phone on the desk, sliding his own back into his pocket as he watches his reply being read. The subtle, fond look, and ensuing eye roll makes his heart flutter.
The rest of the class passes without major incident or injury for the rest of the class. It had been decidedly more traumatic for him and his teacher. It could be coincidence that had Jensen loosening his tie and drinking a full bottle of water, but it’s far more likely to do with the fact that Colin has spent a fair amount of time sucking on the end of a pen while looking directly at his teacher. It could also be that he accidentally on purpose kept pulling at the edge of his baggy, grey v-neck t-shirt that evidently gets Jensen horny, then stroking his neck and collarbone - repeatedly, and as slowly as possible. What, he had in itch, OK? He actually did have an itch in truth, his skin tingling with the knowledge that he was having such an effect on the gorgeous man at the front of the room. He also had a raging hard on himself by the end of the class from watching Jensen try to look calm but only managing to fidget in his seat. For some reason he didn’t perch on the front of the desk like usual, he stayed behind it. The teen can’t help feeling a sense of achievement at that, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he can get Jensen wound up so easily.
It’s not long before he’s in the cafeteria again, this time purposefully sitting in the same place as yesterday, close to the staff table. He and Elle are comparing notes for their next class - Arts Education, his least favourite and bar far his weakest subject - when he spots Jensen walk in. He watches the older man as best he can whilst trying to listen to his friend explain what the fuck they’re supposed to have studied because it’s all gobbledegook to him. The teen can’t help but feel disappointed when after scanning the room to see where he is, Jensen barely glances at him then purposely sits on the opposite side of the table, his back to Colin. If that’s not a clear message he doesn’t know what is.
“I think I’m gonna go and get some air,” he says in a rush, suddenly not feeling very hungry. His phone vibrates and he pulls it out of his pocket so quickly he almost drops it. Elle raises an eyebrow in a what the fuck? gesture but says nothing.
Unknown number: Install WhatsApp on your phone, shithead.
His frown must be noticeable because Elle asks what’s wrong, “Nothing,” he mumbles, distracted by typing a reply.
CF: Why?
Unknown number: Just do it!
CF: Fine, grumpy! Still got blue balls?
Unknown number: Good boy.
He’s becoming annoyed with the shortness and tone of Jensen’s messages but at least he’s not being completely ignored which he guesses is something.
CF: ”Good boy”? Do I look like a fucking dog?
Jensen’s shoulders shake minutely, telling Colin that he’s laughing and the teen feels slightly less annoyed. The phone vibrates again but he waits until he’s put on his backpack and collected his rubbish before he reads it, purposefully standing by the recycling container where he can see Jensen.
Unknown number: Possibly. If you’re lucky I might give you a belly rub! xD
The teen types his reply and makes sure he’s got Jensen’s attention before pressing send, purposely dropping his empty soda can so he can crouch down and keep looking at the teacher without it being obvious to the whole room.
CF: If *you’re* lucky I might let you rub my belly & anything else you want to! ;)
The teacher grins at the message then slides his phone back into his pocket and turns his attention to whatever Ms. Foster is saying to him across the table. Colin rolls his eyes, she’s probably trying to flirt with him again, she’s been doing it for months but why she bothers he doesn’t know, Jensen’s oblivious to it, the clueless idiot.
Jensen finishes lunch, takes a leak then heads to the the Arts Education classroom, confident in the knowledge Colin has no idea they’ll be in the same room again so soon. This time he totally has the upper hand and has come prepared, a full plan of action already in progress. He let Colin get to him earlier with all the sucking and the neck stroking, he won’t let it happen again.
He loads his laptop up, angles it away from the kids coming into the small classroom and opens the webpage. He pulls out his phone, scans the box on screen and watches as his chats load. While he waits for the bell to ring he scrolls his contacts, impatiently backing in and out until ‘Dobby’ shows as a chat option in WhatsApp.
JA: You took your time installing this, were you jerking off again?
Dobby: Shut up, I had to read some notes for my next class, y’know being a *good boy* like you wanted.
JA: Have fun in there.
Dobby: Trust me, Arts Education is anything but fun! I seriously hate it :(
Jensen gets up to stand by the door, looking down the corridor. It’s not long before he sees Colin walking in his direction, navigating his way through the students who are making the effort to get to afternoon classes early, completely oblivious to who he’s going to come face to face with any minute now. Jensen lifts his phone and types quickly while he has chance, other kids are getting in the way of his very pleasant view.
JA: Today you might like it more. Look up.
The ticks go blue immediately and he can’t hold back the smirk as Colin’s head snaps up and he stops short mere feet away from Jensen.
“Fuck!” the teen groans, eyes wide in shock but then crinkling as he smiles.
“Language, Mr. Ford,” Jensen says in an amused tone when Colin gets closer. He lowers his voice a little even though they probably can’t be heard anyway, “I trust you’re going to behave appropriately this afternoon?”
Colin doesn’t miss a beat, “Hard to say, Sir. I’m at such an impressionable age, you never know who’s looking to lead me astray…” he gives a quick wink and enters the classroom.
“Cocky little shit, as usual. You can dish it out but can you take it, kiddo?” Jensen says under his breath, only partly laughing, as he sits down in front of his laptop. He doesn’t type on it yet, though, he goes back to his phone.
JA: Can you see my nipples through this shirt?
He has to cover his mouth by faking a cough to hide the grin as Colin almost misses the seat reading the message, his eyes immediately going to Jensen’s chest. He sends another message before the kid has a chance to settle properly in the chair.
JA: I really hope you can, unless of course you’d find that distracting in any way? ;)
Colin looks over at him with wide eyes, clearly not sure how to handle it, and the older man holds back a smirk.
JA: Right now if I could see yours all I’d be able to think about is licking, sucking & pinching them. Maybe even biting them if you can handle a bit rough. What do you think?
Dobby: OMG, STFU! Don’t do this to me. You’re evil! :(
“Everyone take your seats, we’ve got work to do,” he looks around the room now he knows he has most people’s attention, not just Colins, “it’s a little stuffy in here, I’m going to turn on the AC for a while...let me know if gets too cold.”
JA: I’m doing this for your benefit. My nipples are looking forward to seeing you! ;)
He makes a show of removing his tie and opening the top couple of buttons of his shirt, pulling at the fabric to let some cool air in. His eyes find Colin who is staring at him in disbelief which of course Jensen ignores because payback really is a bitch.
“As you can all see I’m not Mr. Roberts and I can tell you I’m honestly pretty clueless when it comes to,” he moves around to the laptop and clicks a couple of times for show because he’s always prepared for lessons, “er...‘Contemporary Dance Choreography From 1980 Onwards’, so how about we all read up on it a little?”
The AC is blowing right over the desk, he can feel the breeze on his neck so it won’t be long before the cool air gets to his chest. This is his thinnest shirt he owns as it turns out, so with any luck Colin will be concentrating on whether or not he can see through it and not tormenting his poor teacher like he did this morning. He continues with his instructions, “Start with,” another couple of taps on the keyboard, this time to load up his chat with ‘Dobby’, “section 7.2 and we’ll go from there. I’ll give you fifteen minutes quiet reading time.”
He waits for the majority of the students to open their books and types a new message on the keyboard, his phone purposely in the middle of the desk. He just about hears the vibration of Colin’s phone as soon as he hits the enter button.
JA: Take off your overshirt!
The kid of course jumps to check the message, a blush creeping across his cheeks. Jensen keeps his face as straight as he can, typing again before turning to pull the textbook towards him.
JA: Come on, take it off. Wanna see as much skin as you can show me in public!
“Phone away, please, Mr. Ford,” he says loud enough for the whole room to hear, smirking as Colin scrambles to shove it in his pocket as quickly as possible, noting with more amusement that it’s gone into the left pocket, exactly as he’d hoped it would. Now all he has to do is…
JA: All I can think about now is pushing up your shirt & touching you. Better still, getting you naked
A minute wait before he sends another.
JA: I bet you’d beg so pretty to get my hands all over you again.
Two minutes delay this time, then send.
JA: It’s making me *so* hot thinking about it.
He can see Colin’s irritation and curiosity getting the better of him, already. Another couple of minutes and there it is, the hand going into his pocket. The teen’s eyes go wider still as he reads, visibly swallowing and looking around the room. As Colin looks at him, Jensen ever so casually taps his finger on the desk to draw attention to where his phone is. The confused look on Colin’s face is absolutely adorable and he wants to kiss the expression right off him… later, for sure.
Dobby: How the fuck are you doing this?
He puts on his most innocent face and replies.
JA: Web version. Us dinosaurs know a thing or two after all!
Are you thinking about my hard nipples or would you prefer my hard cock? xD
Dobby: Piss off, you’re an evil motherfucker, you know that?
JA: Again with the swearing, I’m definitely going to put that dirty mouth of yours to better use! Any ideas? ;)
That one seals it, Jensen has all the power from here and he can see the pulse in Colin’s neck pounding so if the blood is pumping so well, it’s time.
“Bring that phone to me, Mr. Ford,” he says, the impatience only partly faked, he stupidly ended up turning himself on as well as Colin, “you’ve already been warned!”
A look of panic spreads across his young lover’s face, he opens his mouth a couple of times and Jensen holds out his hand dramatically, waiting for the device to be brought to him. He’s pleased to see that Colin shifts in his seat, subtly moving his - unfortunately still on - overshirt to cover his groin. He takes pity on the teen - he can’t push it too much further - so stands and walks to Colin’s desk. He leans over him slightly when he gets there, another little display of him having the advantage, holding his hand out again. Colin reluctantly gives him the phone. Bingo!
“You can collect it from my classroom at the end of the day.”
Seeing as he has his back to the rest of the room Jensen bites his lip in a way he’s been told on numerous occasions is sexy as Hell before he stares at Colin with an expectant look. He sees the second the penny drops and the teen realises he’s not only been well and truly played, but now also has a valid reason for being in Jensen’s classroom after school. Jensen winks before he turns away and cranks up the AC even more.
Chapter 9
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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 chapter has more text message format (in italics, sender in bold), again serving a purpose!
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Colin doesn’t remember his afternoon classes or even getting home from school. He knows he pissed Elle off by rushing home on his own instead of waiting for her, but he did send her a message to say he was leaving and since he feels like his brain is currently mush he doesn’t think that’s bad going. He’s now settled on his bed, propped up on a pile of pillows and staring at his phone. He feels drained from the combined anxiety of not seeing Jensen since Saturday, being completely unsure of how the man would react to seeing him in class earlier today, not to mention the fact he’s recently had an orgasm so strong he couldn’t stand for at least five minutes afterwards. He’s not heard from Jensen since then and he’s getting anxious all over again.
The first few texts between them had been fine - light, flirty, a little bit dirty but then it all went pear shaped. In Colin’s defence, Jensen was the one who turned them sexual almost straight away, but he himself had been the one to go too far, too fast. Has he totally fucked it up with the whole phone sex thing? Of course you have, idiot! a voice in his head that sounds an awful lot like Elle, scolds him.
Rationally he knows that Jensen is probably still at school because it’s only 4PM and teachers are always there longer than students, but he would’ve had the opportunity to message Colin between classes and/or when school finished, but he hasn’t. Does that mean the man’s realised how immature Colin is and, is disappointed in his inability to fight his hormones? By the time 5PM rolls around, he can’t take the not knowing any more. He types out apologies, witty comments and flirty messages, deleting them all without sending a single one. In the end he goes for simplicity.
CF: You OK?
He’s torn between holding onto the phone until there’s a reply and going for a shower because he’s sweaty, sticky and uncomfortable. The decision is taken out of his hands when the answer pops up almost immediately. He take a deep breath before tapping on it.
Unknown number: I guess so.
“Shit!” he whispers, “that doesn’t give me much to work with...”
CF: Are you super pissed at me?
Unknown number: I’ve sat through afternoon classes & a staff meeting with a major case of blue balls, what do you think???
Colin can’t help but laugh, more relief than anything that Jensen’s not only still speaking to him but also that he probably would’ve messaged sooner if it wasn’t for the meeting. That’s what he’s telling himself, anyway.
CF: I’m sorry. You did kinda start it though! :p
Unknown number: What are you, seven? *SMH*
Make no mistake, I’m pissed at you. At myself, too. You know that can’t happen again, right?
CF: We should both look up self control online then huh?
Unknown number: I’d prefer you use a dictionary.
CF: Dude, ever hear of online dictionaries? You’re such a dinosaur! :p
Unknown number: Smartass!
Grinning to himself, he types out the obvious.
CF: I think we already established you *like* my ass! ;)
Unknown number: Don’t push your luck, kiddo!
CF: :p
So … still want me to come to you after school tomorrow? I promise to try & behave myself.
Unknown number: No need, I’ll see you in class.
CF: I don’t have English tomorrow, has sexual frustration melted your brain? ;)
Unknown number: I’m covering some additional classes for a couple of weeks because of staff sickness, that’s what the impromptu meeting was about.
The thought of being in the same room as Jensen again so soon makes his sweaty skin tingle in a very good way.
CF: Nice! :D Which class?
Unknown number: You’ll find out at the same time as everyone else! No special treatment allowed.
CF: Not fair. I need to know in case of emergencies or some shit.
Unknown number: You *need* to do the homework your amazingly talented & good looking teacher you set this morning, I’d hate to see a conscientious student such as yourself wind up with in detention… ;)
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Jensen is full of nervous excitement this morning. Agreeing to cover some classes was a good thing because it shows he’s committed, enthusiastic and he’s pleased to have been asked to do it rather than volunteering himself, given that he’s only been there a few months. Now the realisation that he’s going to be in the same room as Colin on three days a week instead of one is starting to hit home and it’s doing odd things to him. He’s feeling itchy from the level of arousal he’s always in around - or thinking about - Colin, and now they’ve had sex once he knows he’s going to be harder to concentrate on his job because he wants so much more from Colin even though he knows he shouldn’t.
“You can do this,” he mutters to himself in the mirror as he’s straightening his tie, “he’s the damn teenager, not you. Stop obsessing like a love sick puppy!” He gives himself a final look over - his plain white shirt is showing his defined muscles perfectly. A half turn of his body confirms the pants are nice and snug but not too tight. He intends to show Colin he’s not the only one with a fine ass, thank you very much!
He takes a couple of steadying breaths before he enters the classroom, a little on edge because he’s actually running a little late for once - meaning he’s only ten minutes early rather than his usual fifteen - and he can hear the chatter of some students in there already. He grips his travel mug like it’s a lifeline and walks in, quickly glancing around the room, a little relieved when he doesn’t see Colin yet. He has more time to mentally prepare himself and for that he’s thankful.
He busies himself getting the History textbook and test papers out of his messenger bag, aware of the murmuring of students as they enter the room and see that it’s him and not their usual teacher. He can’t help but sigh, then roll his eyes at one girl who loudly proclaims, “Cool, we get the hot teacher today!” which is followed by appreciative noises from some of her classmates, male voice included he’s pleased to hear, even though he thinks the novelty of him being good looking should’ve worn off by now! He doesn’t look up until a shadow falls over the desk and a familiar voice meets his ears, spoken quietly enough to be only for him.
“Good morning, Mr. Ackles, very nice to see you.”
Jensen swallows, licks his lips and tries to keep the smile off his face. He looks up into big blue eyes, “Good morning to you, too, Mr. Ford. I’m pleased to see you can be on time for some classes.”
Colin laughs and Jensen can’t help but let the smile take over his face, his stomach making a quick flip flop motion at the same time. He quickly turns his attention back to his papers so he doesn’t end up standing there just grinning at the teen in front of everyone. From the corner of his eye he can see Colin is heading to the same area as in his own class - towards the back, near the window and away from the majority of other students. Sometimes he wishes the kid would sit closer so that he doesn’t have to turn to look solely at him, but at the same time if he was with the rest of the group Jensen would have to look at him more often and that would just be a problem.
He starts walking around the room putting papers on the desks, disgruntled mumbling following in his wake, “Settle down, this test was always going happen, Mr. Kelly had it scheduled before he went on sick leave,” he reaches Colin’s desk - last, of course because clearly he’s a sadist and his subconscious wants him to torment himself - sliding the paper onto it and resting his two fingers on top of it for a few seconds while it registers what the teen is wearing, Oh for fuck’s sake, he momentarily forgets that he was mid sentence before recovering, “um...it’s to gauge how much of the text you know already,” he gives Colin a mini death stare before turning back to his borrowed desk, “since this is a double period you have an hour to complete as much as you can then we’ll discuss any areas you have concerns about. I’ll grade the tests and you’ll get them back next week for those actually interested,” he takes his phone out of his pocket, setting the timer, “work in silence. Your time starts now.”
He sits down, keeping the phone in his hand. He looks around the class until all the students are reading their test before tapping on the screen.
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Colin can’t keep the smirk off his face when Jensen falters. As he watches his teacher tapping away at the phone screen he feels a little smug, even more so when he feels the vibration of a notification on his own phone just like he expected. He chances a glance up at Jensen in between reading the test questions in front of him and silently chuckles at the clear ‘What the fuck are you playing at?’ face being thrown in his direction.
He turns his focus to the paper and thirty seven minutes later by his watch, he’s done. He’s re-read his answers to kill time, he was satisfied with them anyway but there’s little else he can do. He’s felt Jensen’s eyes on him several times, allowing himself the occasional look. Their eyes meet briefly a couple of times, Jensen looking away first on each occasion. He takes the opportunity of Jensen finishing his coffee and paying him no attention to slide his phone out. He came prepared and put it in his left pocket again so he wouldn’t be seen, and there - of course - is the as yet unnamed contact showing in his notifications. After this class he’s going to add a name to it, he’s pretty sure he’s decided on one.
Unknown number: I have a good mind to give you that damn detention on principle! You’re pushing your luck AGAIN!
Checking none of the other kids are looking his way, he awkwards types out a message left handed which is actually harder than he anticipated.
CF: That seems a little unfair, I did my homework as requested though I think you hold a higher opinion of that teacher than I do ;) What other reason could you *possibly* have for detaining me after school? xD
He hears the vibration of Jensen’s phone on the desk, sliding his own back into his pocket as he watches his reply being read. The subtle, fond look, and ensuing eye roll makes his heart flutter.
The rest of the class passes without major incident or injury for the rest of the class. It had been decidedly more traumatic for him and his teacher. It could be coincidence that had Jensen loosening his tie and drinking a full bottle of water, but it’s far more likely to do with the fact that Colin has spent a fair amount of time sucking on the end of a pen while looking directly at his teacher. It could also be that he accidentally on purpose kept pulling at the edge of his baggy, grey v-neck t-shirt that evidently gets Jensen horny, then stroking his neck and collarbone - repeatedly, and as slowly as possible. What, he had in itch, OK? He actually did have an itch in truth, his skin tingling with the knowledge that he was having such an effect on the gorgeous man at the front of the room. He also had a raging hard on himself by the end of the class from watching Jensen try to look calm but only managing to fidget in his seat. For some reason he didn’t perch on the front of the desk like usual, he stayed behind it. The teen can’t help feeling a sense of achievement at that, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he can get Jensen wound up so easily.
It’s not long before he’s in the cafeteria again, this time purposefully sitting in the same place as yesterday, close to the staff table. He and Elle are comparing notes for their next class - Arts Education, his least favourite and bar far his weakest subject - when he spots Jensen walk in. He watches the older man as best he can whilst trying to listen to his friend explain what the fuck they’re supposed to have studied because it’s all gobbledegook to him. The teen can’t help but feel disappointed when after scanning the room to see where he is, Jensen barely glances at him then purposely sits on the opposite side of the table, his back to Colin. If that’s not a clear message he doesn’t know what is.
“I think I’m gonna go and get some air,” he says in a rush, suddenly not feeling very hungry. His phone vibrates and he pulls it out of his pocket so quickly he almost drops it. Elle raises an eyebrow in a what the fuck? gesture but says nothing.
Unknown number: Install WhatsApp on your phone, shithead.
His frown must be noticeable because Elle asks what’s wrong, “Nothing,” he mumbles, distracted by typing a reply.
CF: Why?
Unknown number: Just do it!
CF: Fine, grumpy! Still got blue balls?
Unknown number: Good boy.
He’s becoming annoyed with the shortness and tone of Jensen’s messages but at least he’s not being completely ignored which he guesses is something.
CF: ”Good boy”? Do I look like a fucking dog?
Jensen’s shoulders shake minutely, telling Colin that he’s laughing and the teen feels slightly less annoyed. The phone vibrates again but he waits until he’s put on his backpack and collected his rubbish before he reads it, purposefully standing by the recycling container where he can see Jensen.
Unknown number: Possibly. If you’re lucky I might give you a belly rub! xD
The teen types his reply and makes sure he’s got Jensen’s attention before pressing send, purposely dropping his empty soda can so he can crouch down and keep looking at the teacher without it being obvious to the whole room.
CF: If *you’re* lucky I might let you rub my belly & anything else you want to! ;)
The teacher grins at the message then slides his phone back into his pocket and turns his attention to whatever Ms. Foster is saying to him across the table. Colin rolls his eyes, she’s probably trying to flirt with him again, she’s been doing it for months but why she bothers he doesn’t know, Jensen’s oblivious to it, the clueless idiot.
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Jensen finishes lunch, takes a leak then heads to the the Arts Education classroom, confident in the knowledge Colin has no idea they’ll be in the same room again so soon. This time he totally has the upper hand and has come prepared, a full plan of action already in progress. He let Colin get to him earlier with all the sucking and the neck stroking, he won’t let it happen again.
He loads his laptop up, angles it away from the kids coming into the small classroom and opens the webpage. He pulls out his phone, scans the box on screen and watches as his chats load. While he waits for the bell to ring he scrolls his contacts, impatiently backing in and out until ‘Dobby’ shows as a chat option in WhatsApp.
JA: You took your time installing this, were you jerking off again?
Dobby: Shut up, I had to read some notes for my next class, y’know being a *good boy* like you wanted.
JA: Have fun in there.
Dobby: Trust me, Arts Education is anything but fun! I seriously hate it :(
Jensen gets up to stand by the door, looking down the corridor. It’s not long before he sees Colin walking in his direction, navigating his way through the students who are making the effort to get to afternoon classes early, completely oblivious to who he’s going to come face to face with any minute now. Jensen lifts his phone and types quickly while he has chance, other kids are getting in the way of his very pleasant view.
JA: Today you might like it more. Look up.
The ticks go blue immediately and he can’t hold back the smirk as Colin’s head snaps up and he stops short mere feet away from Jensen.
“Fuck!” the teen groans, eyes wide in shock but then crinkling as he smiles.
“Language, Mr. Ford,” Jensen says in an amused tone when Colin gets closer. He lowers his voice a little even though they probably can’t be heard anyway, “I trust you’re going to behave appropriately this afternoon?”
Colin doesn’t miss a beat, “Hard to say, Sir. I’m at such an impressionable age, you never know who’s looking to lead me astray…” he gives a quick wink and enters the classroom.
“Cocky little shit, as usual. You can dish it out but can you take it, kiddo?” Jensen says under his breath, only partly laughing, as he sits down in front of his laptop. He doesn’t type on it yet, though, he goes back to his phone.
JA: Can you see my nipples through this shirt?
He has to cover his mouth by faking a cough to hide the grin as Colin almost misses the seat reading the message, his eyes immediately going to Jensen’s chest. He sends another message before the kid has a chance to settle properly in the chair.
JA: I really hope you can, unless of course you’d find that distracting in any way? ;)
Colin looks over at him with wide eyes, clearly not sure how to handle it, and the older man holds back a smirk.
JA: Right now if I could see yours all I’d be able to think about is licking, sucking & pinching them. Maybe even biting them if you can handle a bit rough. What do you think?
Dobby: OMG, STFU! Don’t do this to me. You’re evil! :(
“Everyone take your seats, we’ve got work to do,” he looks around the room now he knows he has most people’s attention, not just Colins, “it’s a little stuffy in here, I’m going to turn on the AC for a while...let me know if gets too cold.”
JA: I’m doing this for your benefit. My nipples are looking forward to seeing you! ;)
He makes a show of removing his tie and opening the top couple of buttons of his shirt, pulling at the fabric to let some cool air in. His eyes find Colin who is staring at him in disbelief which of course Jensen ignores because payback really is a bitch.
“As you can all see I’m not Mr. Roberts and I can tell you I’m honestly pretty clueless when it comes to,” he moves around to the laptop and clicks a couple of times for show because he’s always prepared for lessons, “er...‘Contemporary Dance Choreography From 1980 Onwards’, so how about we all read up on it a little?”
The AC is blowing right over the desk, he can feel the breeze on his neck so it won’t be long before the cool air gets to his chest. This is his thinnest shirt he owns as it turns out, so with any luck Colin will be concentrating on whether or not he can see through it and not tormenting his poor teacher like he did this morning. He continues with his instructions, “Start with,” another couple of taps on the keyboard, this time to load up his chat with ‘Dobby’, “section 7.2 and we’ll go from there. I’ll give you fifteen minutes quiet reading time.”
He waits for the majority of the students to open their books and types a new message on the keyboard, his phone purposely in the middle of the desk. He just about hears the vibration of Colin’s phone as soon as he hits the enter button.
JA: Take off your overshirt!
The kid of course jumps to check the message, a blush creeping across his cheeks. Jensen keeps his face as straight as he can, typing again before turning to pull the textbook towards him.
JA: Come on, take it off. Wanna see as much skin as you can show me in public!
“Phone away, please, Mr. Ford,” he says loud enough for the whole room to hear, smirking as Colin scrambles to shove it in his pocket as quickly as possible, noting with more amusement that it’s gone into the left pocket, exactly as he’d hoped it would. Now all he has to do is…
JA: All I can think about now is pushing up your shirt & touching you. Better still, getting you naked
A minute wait before he sends another.
JA: I bet you’d beg so pretty to get my hands all over you again.
Two minutes delay this time, then send.
JA: It’s making me *so* hot thinking about it.
He can see Colin’s irritation and curiosity getting the better of him, already. Another couple of minutes and there it is, the hand going into his pocket. The teen’s eyes go wider still as he reads, visibly swallowing and looking around the room. As Colin looks at him, Jensen ever so casually taps his finger on the desk to draw attention to where his phone is. The confused look on Colin’s face is absolutely adorable and he wants to kiss the expression right off him… later, for sure.
Dobby: How the fuck are you doing this?
He puts on his most innocent face and replies.
JA: Web version. Us dinosaurs know a thing or two after all!
Are you thinking about my hard nipples or would you prefer my hard cock? xD
Dobby: Piss off, you’re an evil motherfucker, you know that?
JA: Again with the swearing, I’m definitely going to put that dirty mouth of yours to better use! Any ideas? ;)
That one seals it, Jensen has all the power from here and he can see the pulse in Colin’s neck pounding so if the blood is pumping so well, it’s time.
“Bring that phone to me, Mr. Ford,” he says, the impatience only partly faked, he stupidly ended up turning himself on as well as Colin, “you’ve already been warned!”
A look of panic spreads across his young lover’s face, he opens his mouth a couple of times and Jensen holds out his hand dramatically, waiting for the device to be brought to him. He’s pleased to see that Colin shifts in his seat, subtly moving his - unfortunately still on - overshirt to cover his groin. He takes pity on the teen - he can’t push it too much further - so stands and walks to Colin’s desk. He leans over him slightly when he gets there, another little display of him having the advantage, holding his hand out again. Colin reluctantly gives him the phone. Bingo!
“You can collect it from my classroom at the end of the day.”
Seeing as he has his back to the rest of the room Jensen bites his lip in a way he’s been told on numerous occasions is sexy as Hell before he stares at Colin with an expectant look. He sees the second the penny drops and the teen realises he’s not only been well and truly played, but now also has a valid reason for being in Jensen’s classroom after school. Jensen winks before he turns away and cranks up the AC even more.
Chapter 9
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