Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 9/?
Title: Extracurricular Activities
Pairing: Supernatural RPS, Jensen/Colin Ford (with past J2)
Rating: Overall NC-17
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my filthy thoughts
Warnings/kinks: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic), age difference, student/teacher relationship
Summary: Six months ago Jensen made the decision to make a new start after a bad break up, and now he finds himself not in his native Texas, but in Nashville, Tennessee, completely alone for the first time in his life. He’s the new English teacher at school where he meets Colin, the kid who makes an impression on him in more ways than one! ;)
A/N: More sex, anyone?
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Colin spends his free period pacing around the small enclosed reading garden outside the school library. There’s only one other person there but she pays him no mind, earbuds firmly in place and nose in a book, he’s not even sure the girl is aware of anything going on around her which is why he stays.
His first few laps of the garden had been about getting his body under control, the AC in the classroom had cooled his skin but not his teenage libido. Jensen, the bastard, let the room temperature drop so much that some of the other students complained about being cold. Colin hadn’t dared add anything to the comments from around the room, not sure his voice was working properly, but what was in full working order was his dick. No surprises, there, especially when he inevitably looked at Jensen’s chest and found that he could most definitely see the man’s nipples through his shirt. He shouldn’t be allowed to wear a shirt that thin in public - even from a distance he could see the dusky pink outline through it, which obviously lead to him remembering seeing them uncovered and close up that past weekend. He’s also very conscious of his own hard nipples had become and the pleasure/pain feeling of his shirt rubbing them as he fidgeted to get comfortable with what currently felt like a baseball bat in the confines of his jeans.
After his body cooled down from the heat of arousal it was time to try and calm his anger. He was going to kill Jensen. Yeah in a way he probably deserved the payback but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud. In the same way Jensen was yesterday, Colin is angry with himself for falling for the man’s - in his opinion, cruel - tricks, but he’s fifteen for fuck’s sake, his body is running on mostly hormones and when the man of his dreams is right there and purposely teasing him, how’s he expected not to react? Fuck! he shouts, adding, “sorry, sorry” when he makes the girl jump out of her skin.
He checks his watch since he doesn’t have his phone to see what time it is and sees there are fifteen minutes until the end of classes. He goes back inside, pisses like a racehorse because it’s the first time he’s had the chance, it’s difficult to do with a hard on. He washes his hands then turns the water almost cold, splashing it on his face then running his hand over the back of his neck to cool down and wash away some of the sweat. He does the same with his throat, not caring that the edges of his v-neck are getting damp, then sets off on the walk across the other side of the building to Jensen’s classroom.
In all his teaching years Jensen’s never been so keen to see a school day end. His frustration is affecting his mood and he knows he’s been a lot harsher than he needed to be on the 10th grade students who were chatting at the back of his class, but they’re there to learn, damn it, not piss about. Colin’s phone has been vibrating in his pocket and it’s driving him mad. It must have gone off at least five times, and who the fuck needs to send him so many messages when he’s supposed to be studying? He refuses to look, though, it’s an invasion of Colin’s privacy and none of his business, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying. When it goes off again he pulls it out of his pocket, throws it into his desk drawer and slams it with more force than necessary, the sound loud in the quiet room.
“Mr. Ackles?” a timid voice says from somewhere around the middle of the room. He looks up to see Helen Morgan, one of his best students, with her hand half raised. He nods and she continues, “Are we going to get our assignments back today? It’s just that being so close to our report cards it’s good to see what grades we’re looking at…”
“Shit!” he mutters, having totally forgotten to hand them out at the start of the lesson, “Yes of course,” he tries to sound upbeat, “I was just seeing who was paying attention!” The answering scoffs from around the room tell him no-one’s buying it, “OK, I admit my mind’s elsewhere.”
He takes the papers from his bag and hands them all out, not in any hurry. He’s actually considering letting them all go early just so the day will end but thinks better of it, he really doesn’t have a valid excuse. He returns to his desk, his back to the class while they all digest their mostly passing grades and stares at the open copy of ‘Dracula’ lying there. It’s one of his favourite books but today he’s had enough. Every mention of necks, red lips and the other blatantly obvious sexual connotations of the book are just making him think more about Colin. Forget blue balls, he’s pretty sure his would classify as purple by now. He’s not been this pent up with sexual frustration since his teens. You’re a grown man, for fuck’s sake, pull yourself together, he tells himself. When the bell finally rings to signal the end of the day, he almost jumps out of his skin from being lost in thought, his mind really is elsewhere.
Having got his heart rate somewhat under control he flops back down in his chair, rubbing his temples as the kids file out, jumping again when he hears, “Are you alright, Sir?” he looks up to see Helen standing there grasping her paper, obviously wanting to talk about it. He groans internally, cursing himself for being so unprofessional.
“I just have a bad headache, how can I help you, Helen?” She opens her mouth to speak when someone approaches his left side and it distracts them both, “Colin,” he says, curtly, “please wait outside, I’ll call you back in when I’m finished here.”
Both Colin and Helen frown at him but the boy does as he’s been asked, not without throwing a dirty look Jensen’s way before doing so.
“It’s OK,” Helen says, “I can speak to you another time.”
“It’s fine,” he replies, knowing as soon as he speaks she’s heard his failed attempt at sounding completely genuine, but continues nevertheless, “what’s up?”
After assuring her that the fact that she went over the word count by fifty didn’t unduly affect her grade, he walks her to the door and waits until she’s a few feet away before turning to look at Colin who’s sat on the floor, “Come in,” he says, already turning to go back to his desk. He stands between his chair and the desk, leaning over slightly, hands in his pockets. Colin comes to a stop in front of the desk, looking somewhat pissed off, himself, which Jensen has to admit is fair.
“You understand why I had to confiscate your phone, Mr. Ford?” he says loud enough to carry out into the corridor through the door he purposely left open.
Colin glares at him before answering, “Yes, Sir,” he replies shortly and just as loudly.
Jensen nods then sighs, opening the drawer and retrieving the phone. He runs his thumb over the screen a couple of times, “You’re a popular boy, today,” he says, tone quieter and a little softer than it has been.
Colin reaches out to take it from him, his fingertips touching Jensen’s own and just that’s enough to send heat through the older man with how on edge he is. He drops his hand and glances at the door before nodding at the phone, “Sit down,” he says, allowing his eyes to quickly sweep over Colin’s exposed neck, “at the back,” he adds, turning away to go and close the door.
Ten minutes must have passed since the bell rang and the corridor outside is empty. He returns to his desk packing up his book and water bottle in his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and pushing the chair under it to look like he’s left. He can feel Colin’s eyes on him the whole time and when he finally turns around the teen looks down at the phone in his hand.
“Elle telling me she’s going to Rachel’s place after school so can’t help me do whatever the fuck ridiculous homework you set about dancing that nobody gives a shit about, my mom saying she’ll be home late from work, and a Discord message asking if I want to play Fortnite duos, tonight,” he says in a bored tone before looking directly at Jensen, “no state secrets or hook ups, just in case you were wondering,” he adds with more than a little sarcasm.
Jensen swallows, more than a little relieved even though he has no right to be jealous, he and Colin don’t have any agreements or even a formal relationship for that matter. Another look at the door to make sure nobody’s there then he nods and walks past Colin into the storeroom, dumping his bag on a shelf.
“Get in here!”, he commands. When he hears the immediate scrape of the chair and Colin’s hurried footsteps coming towards him he can’t help but smile and shake his head . He’s facing into the room, the teen won’t see the smile so he lets out a breath and allows his shoulders to relax a little. “Close the door,” more smiling when it’s done in a heartbeat, “now lock it.” He turns to see Colin fumbling with the keys which Jensen left in the lock for just this reason. He never realised how sneaky he could be given the right motivation.
He watches Colin turn back around and take a step away from the door. There’s a defiant look on his face but he’s clearly waiting for his next instruction and Jensen had no idea how hot that could be. He can feel himself getting literally hot under the collar, having put his tie back on after Arts Education class to stop some of the draught from the AC. He loosens it and pops the top button of his shirt, not missing the way Colin’s eyes follow every movement, his chest rising and falling as he’s taking in fast, shallow breaths through his open mouth. There are butterflies in Jensen’s stomach and his cock is twitching. His own eyes are drawn again to Colin’s mouth, who obviously notices where the older man is looking and licks his lips before dragging his teeth over the bottom one, biting gently. It’s a simple gesture but it’s the push Jensen needs.
He strides forward, crowding Colin and making him back up. He grabs the boy’s upper arms firmly, not even feeling bad about the small wince Colin lets out. He moves the teen to a section of wall next to the door before releasing the limbs. He’s looking right into Colin’s eyes, pleased to see them glazed with lust and thinks his own are no doubt in the same state. They’ve barely even touched and Jensen can feel sweat prickling his skin. He brings his left hand up, placing it on the wall beside Colin’s ear, the right gripping the collar of that fucking t-shirt.
“Do you think wearing,” he pulls it to one side to expose the juncture between neck and shoulder, “this, is funny?” Colin swallows, breathing harsher but says nothing, “Is this a joke to you?” Jensen demands, stepping closer, leaning in and feeling Colin’s hot breath on his cheek. His eyes are drawn to the pulse beating a tattoo under the expanse of pale, unblemished skin which is begging for Jensen’s lips to worship it, “Well?”
A hot hand grips Jensen’s hip and Colin shakes his head, “No, Sir,” he whispers.
Colin’s scent fills his nostrils as he steps closer and it’s making his cock throb, “Then why,” he grips the fabric tighter still, “are you wearing it?” he moves his left hand to the teen’s chin and holds it firmly to make sure they’re eye to eye.
Colin licks his lips again before a small smirk crosses them, “To get you hot, Sir!”
“Huh, is that right?” he rasps, waiting for some kind of response from the boy, who swallows again, his chest heaving and just nods. Jensen slides his hand from chin to cheek and smashes their lips together, making them both moan. It makes Colin grab the front of his shirt and Jensen pulls away abruptly, leaving the teen to blink as he processes the loss, “And you say I’m the dick! You’re a fucking tease and I won’t stand for it!”
As soon as Colin’s eyes come back into focus he moves his hands to Jensen’s shoulders and pushes, causing the older man to stumble a little, caught off guard. That smug grin creeps back over the teen’s face, shrugging out of his overshirt and very slowly peeling off the t-shirt. He leans back against the wall and runs the middle finger of his right hand up and down his chest twice, licking his lips and throwing a glare at Jensen, “Oh yeah?” he says, voice much deeper than before, “What are you going to do about it?”
Heat floods through Jensen’s entire body and this combined with the trouble he’s having getting air into his lungs, makes him sway a little on the spot. He’s speechless for a moment, trying to find the right words to answer the question, he figures his brain has every right to be offline given the sight in front of him. He tugs at his tie, taking his time unknotting it to allow him to catch his breath. Seeing Colin watching his every move, he very slowly starts to undo the buttons on his shirt, while walking towards the teen. He considers taking it off but decides against it, choosing instead to leave it hanging open while he presses back up against Colin, rolling his hips and pressing their groins together. Colin clutches Jensen’s shoulders and moans, the older man leaning in to kiss him to catch the sound, “Shhh, gotta be quiet, OK?” he whispers then pulls back to look at this gorgeous creature.
There’s a desperate look on his face and a bead of sweat is running down Colin’s neck from behind his ear and it brings Jensen’s attention right back to the fact that that neck he’s so taken with is fully exposed and his for the taking. He takes a step back and angles his hip so their cocks aren’t touching, he doesn’t want them to just rut against each other which is exactly what will happen if he doesn’t take some control. He bends down to catch the bead of sweat on his tongue just before it reaches the collarbone, humming at the heat of Colin’s skin and the salty sweet taste of him. He slowly trails his lips upwards, feather light, more of a brush of skin than a kiss but it makes Colin shiver and moan all the same. When Jensen gets to the pulse point he sweeps his tongue over it before pressing his lips to it, feeling the heat and the pressure of the blood pushing through the vein underneath before scraping his teeth over it. Colin’s breath hitches and his hands grasp both of Jensen’s hips, causing the older man to huff out a laugh against hot skin, “Like that, huh?”
Colin’s answer can only be classed as - much to Jensen’s delight - a whimper, so he moves further up, nosing then licking behind the kid’s ear, feeling him shiver again. Next he makes his way over to Colin’s shoulder, first trailing his finger over it followed shortly by lips. He seals his mouth around a particularly fragile area of skin and sucks hard, soothing it with his tongue as he enjoys the slightly pained gasp falling from Colin’s lips, “God you’re beautiful,” he whispers, sliding his own shirt open to expose his left nipple, pressing closer to line it up with Colin’s own causing them both to hiss, “Sore?” he asks, knowing what the answer is going to be.
“Some bastard left the AC on earlier, I don’t think they’ve thawed out yet!”
“This won’t do,” Jensen says, one more kiss to that gorgeous neck before moving to Colin’s throat, and lower to his pecs, “you’re giving me coherent sentences, Let’s see what I can do about that,” he finishes and bends to suck hard on the teen’s right nipple, at the same time as squeezing the neglected cock that been jerking against his hip. Colin actually sobs, then.
“Please,” he pleads in a breathy voice, “touch me, Jen, I need to you touch me! Please, please, please!”
The laughter comes tumbling out, “Oh baby, begging already? Wait until I get you in my bed and can take all the time I want to tease you,” his hand working its way into Colin’s jeans, then under the waistband of his boxers. He kisses the teen’s addictive red lips, before sliding his hand out of Coin’s jeans to undo them and push them and the boxers down enough just to free his burning hot cock, “then you’ll really know what begging is!”
He looks down to see Colin’s cock is twitching, the purple, angry looking head soaked with pre-come and winces slightly at how uncomfortable that must be, “You wanna come, baby boy, huh?” the tone comes out mocking but he can hear the desperation in his own words. He looks up to wild eyes, the teen is mouthing the word ‘yes’ and nodding but the only sound he’s making is a gasping, wheezing sound. Jensen’s own cock throbs in sympathy and he knows he’s almost as desperate as Colin so he makes the decision to put him out of his misery, especially under the circumstances of where they are. He gently spreads the slippery pre-come down Colin’s shaft and the kid’s knees buckle, meaning Jensen has to shift quickly to take some of his weight, “Whoa, easy, tiger!” His laugh turns to a moan as a large, hot hand squeezes his cloth covered cock and he nearly comes right there, “Fuck!”
Colin makes a loud protesting noise as Jensen releases him in favour of getting his own cock out but he shushes the teen, reaching back down to take him in hand again, a steady pace and pressure, no more teasing. The mewl Colin makes sends a shiver through Jensen, definitely gonna need to hear that a lot more in future. To say they both need to come right now is the understatement of the fucking century, so he grabs Colin’s hand and leads it to his cock, letting out a pained groan of his own at how good it feels to finally get some direct attention.
Colin’s head is thrashing from side to side as he gets closer, the muscles between his neck and shoulders pulled taut. The next thing he knows, Jensen is biting down hard on the flesh there, quickly covering the teen’s mouth with his free hand as he shouts out and comes all over both of theirs stomachs and chests. Jensen watches, mesmerised, as Colin gasps for air, sweat dripping from him and a look of surprise on his face, “Jesus, I didn’t know I could come that hard!” he pants out, an embarrassed laugh shaking his shoulders.
There’s a buzzing throughout his head and body, now, a heat under his skin that’s making him dizzy, “Colin, please,” he nods to his own cock which the teen grips without preamble, giving Jensen exactly what he needs. He finds himself being pulled in for a kiss that’s all tongue, teeth and hot breath. Colin’s left hand snakes up in to Jensen’s hair, tugging hard so he has complete control over whether the older man can move it or not, the strength behind it taking him by surprise but it’s certainly not something he’s opposed to. The teen adjusts his grip on Jensen’s cock, firmer and more insistent. His hands scrabble to touch any part of his young lover’s skin as he can as he feels his orgasm closing in.
“Look at me,” Colin demands, and that’s it, the tension that’s been building snaps and Jensen feels like he’s coming with his whole body rather than his dick. He’s pretty sure he shouted out because Colin’s mouth is on his, muffled noises between the two of them.
Jensen sinks to his knees, vaguely registering the change in temperature as he hits the floor, but not giving a shit. Collin’s hand finds his, squeezing tight before leaning over to give him a kiss that takes away what little breath Jensen has left., “I hope you know I’m keeping you,” he says as soon as he has control over his body again. The smile that Colin gives him is so big and dopey Jensen thinks his that feeling in his chest might actually be his heart missing a beat.
Chapter 10
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Pairing: Supernatural RPS, Jensen/Colin Ford (with past J2)
Rating: Overall NC-17
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my filthy thoughts
Warnings/kinks: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic), age difference, student/teacher relationship
Summary: Six months ago Jensen made the decision to make a new start after a bad break up, and now he finds himself not in his native Texas, but in Nashville, Tennessee, completely alone for the first time in his life. He’s the new English teacher at school where he meets Colin, the kid who makes an impression on him in more ways than one! ;)
A/N: More sex, anyone?
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Colin spends his free period pacing around the small enclosed reading garden outside the school library. There’s only one other person there but she pays him no mind, earbuds firmly in place and nose in a book, he’s not even sure the girl is aware of anything going on around her which is why he stays.
His first few laps of the garden had been about getting his body under control, the AC in the classroom had cooled his skin but not his teenage libido. Jensen, the bastard, let the room temperature drop so much that some of the other students complained about being cold. Colin hadn’t dared add anything to the comments from around the room, not sure his voice was working properly, but what was in full working order was his dick. No surprises, there, especially when he inevitably looked at Jensen’s chest and found that he could most definitely see the man’s nipples through his shirt. He shouldn’t be allowed to wear a shirt that thin in public - even from a distance he could see the dusky pink outline through it, which obviously lead to him remembering seeing them uncovered and close up that past weekend. He’s also very conscious of his own hard nipples had become and the pleasure/pain feeling of his shirt rubbing them as he fidgeted to get comfortable with what currently felt like a baseball bat in the confines of his jeans.
After his body cooled down from the heat of arousal it was time to try and calm his anger. He was going to kill Jensen. Yeah in a way he probably deserved the payback but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud. In the same way Jensen was yesterday, Colin is angry with himself for falling for the man’s - in his opinion, cruel - tricks, but he’s fifteen for fuck’s sake, his body is running on mostly hormones and when the man of his dreams is right there and purposely teasing him, how’s he expected not to react? Fuck! he shouts, adding, “sorry, sorry” when he makes the girl jump out of her skin.
He checks his watch since he doesn’t have his phone to see what time it is and sees there are fifteen minutes until the end of classes. He goes back inside, pisses like a racehorse because it’s the first time he’s had the chance, it’s difficult to do with a hard on. He washes his hands then turns the water almost cold, splashing it on his face then running his hand over the back of his neck to cool down and wash away some of the sweat. He does the same with his throat, not caring that the edges of his v-neck are getting damp, then sets off on the walk across the other side of the building to Jensen’s classroom.
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In all his teaching years Jensen’s never been so keen to see a school day end. His frustration is affecting his mood and he knows he’s been a lot harsher than he needed to be on the 10th grade students who were chatting at the back of his class, but they’re there to learn, damn it, not piss about. Colin’s phone has been vibrating in his pocket and it’s driving him mad. It must have gone off at least five times, and who the fuck needs to send him so many messages when he’s supposed to be studying? He refuses to look, though, it’s an invasion of Colin’s privacy and none of his business, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying. When it goes off again he pulls it out of his pocket, throws it into his desk drawer and slams it with more force than necessary, the sound loud in the quiet room.
“Mr. Ackles?” a timid voice says from somewhere around the middle of the room. He looks up to see Helen Morgan, one of his best students, with her hand half raised. He nods and she continues, “Are we going to get our assignments back today? It’s just that being so close to our report cards it’s good to see what grades we’re looking at…”
“Shit!” he mutters, having totally forgotten to hand them out at the start of the lesson, “Yes of course,” he tries to sound upbeat, “I was just seeing who was paying attention!” The answering scoffs from around the room tell him no-one’s buying it, “OK, I admit my mind’s elsewhere.”
He takes the papers from his bag and hands them all out, not in any hurry. He’s actually considering letting them all go early just so the day will end but thinks better of it, he really doesn’t have a valid excuse. He returns to his desk, his back to the class while they all digest their mostly passing grades and stares at the open copy of ‘Dracula’ lying there. It’s one of his favourite books but today he’s had enough. Every mention of necks, red lips and the other blatantly obvious sexual connotations of the book are just making him think more about Colin. Forget blue balls, he’s pretty sure his would classify as purple by now. He’s not been this pent up with sexual frustration since his teens. You’re a grown man, for fuck’s sake, pull yourself together, he tells himself. When the bell finally rings to signal the end of the day, he almost jumps out of his skin from being lost in thought, his mind really is elsewhere.
Having got his heart rate somewhat under control he flops back down in his chair, rubbing his temples as the kids file out, jumping again when he hears, “Are you alright, Sir?” he looks up to see Helen standing there grasping her paper, obviously wanting to talk about it. He groans internally, cursing himself for being so unprofessional.
“I just have a bad headache, how can I help you, Helen?” She opens her mouth to speak when someone approaches his left side and it distracts them both, “Colin,” he says, curtly, “please wait outside, I’ll call you back in when I’m finished here.”
Both Colin and Helen frown at him but the boy does as he’s been asked, not without throwing a dirty look Jensen’s way before doing so.
“It’s OK,” Helen says, “I can speak to you another time.”
“It’s fine,” he replies, knowing as soon as he speaks she’s heard his failed attempt at sounding completely genuine, but continues nevertheless, “what’s up?”
After assuring her that the fact that she went over the word count by fifty didn’t unduly affect her grade, he walks her to the door and waits until she’s a few feet away before turning to look at Colin who’s sat on the floor, “Come in,” he says, already turning to go back to his desk. He stands between his chair and the desk, leaning over slightly, hands in his pockets. Colin comes to a stop in front of the desk, looking somewhat pissed off, himself, which Jensen has to admit is fair.
“You understand why I had to confiscate your phone, Mr. Ford?” he says loud enough to carry out into the corridor through the door he purposely left open.
Colin glares at him before answering, “Yes, Sir,” he replies shortly and just as loudly.
Jensen nods then sighs, opening the drawer and retrieving the phone. He runs his thumb over the screen a couple of times, “You’re a popular boy, today,” he says, tone quieter and a little softer than it has been.
Colin reaches out to take it from him, his fingertips touching Jensen’s own and just that’s enough to send heat through the older man with how on edge he is. He drops his hand and glances at the door before nodding at the phone, “Sit down,” he says, allowing his eyes to quickly sweep over Colin’s exposed neck, “at the back,” he adds, turning away to go and close the door.
Ten minutes must have passed since the bell rang and the corridor outside is empty. He returns to his desk packing up his book and water bottle in his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and pushing the chair under it to look like he’s left. He can feel Colin’s eyes on him the whole time and when he finally turns around the teen looks down at the phone in his hand.
“Elle telling me she’s going to Rachel’s place after school so can’t help me do whatever the fuck ridiculous homework you set about dancing that nobody gives a shit about, my mom saying she’ll be home late from work, and a Discord message asking if I want to play Fortnite duos, tonight,” he says in a bored tone before looking directly at Jensen, “no state secrets or hook ups, just in case you were wondering,” he adds with more than a little sarcasm.
Jensen swallows, more than a little relieved even though he has no right to be jealous, he and Colin don’t have any agreements or even a formal relationship for that matter. Another look at the door to make sure nobody’s there then he nods and walks past Colin into the storeroom, dumping his bag on a shelf.
“Get in here!”, he commands. When he hears the immediate scrape of the chair and Colin’s hurried footsteps coming towards him he can’t help but smile and shake his head . He’s facing into the room, the teen won’t see the smile so he lets out a breath and allows his shoulders to relax a little. “Close the door,” more smiling when it’s done in a heartbeat, “now lock it.” He turns to see Colin fumbling with the keys which Jensen left in the lock for just this reason. He never realised how sneaky he could be given the right motivation.
He watches Colin turn back around and take a step away from the door. There’s a defiant look on his face but he’s clearly waiting for his next instruction and Jensen had no idea how hot that could be. He can feel himself getting literally hot under the collar, having put his tie back on after Arts Education class to stop some of the draught from the AC. He loosens it and pops the top button of his shirt, not missing the way Colin’s eyes follow every movement, his chest rising and falling as he’s taking in fast, shallow breaths through his open mouth. There are butterflies in Jensen’s stomach and his cock is twitching. His own eyes are drawn again to Colin’s mouth, who obviously notices where the older man is looking and licks his lips before dragging his teeth over the bottom one, biting gently. It’s a simple gesture but it’s the push Jensen needs.
He strides forward, crowding Colin and making him back up. He grabs the boy’s upper arms firmly, not even feeling bad about the small wince Colin lets out. He moves the teen to a section of wall next to the door before releasing the limbs. He’s looking right into Colin’s eyes, pleased to see them glazed with lust and thinks his own are no doubt in the same state. They’ve barely even touched and Jensen can feel sweat prickling his skin. He brings his left hand up, placing it on the wall beside Colin’s ear, the right gripping the collar of that fucking t-shirt.
“Do you think wearing,” he pulls it to one side to expose the juncture between neck and shoulder, “this, is funny?” Colin swallows, breathing harsher but says nothing, “Is this a joke to you?” Jensen demands, stepping closer, leaning in and feeling Colin’s hot breath on his cheek. His eyes are drawn to the pulse beating a tattoo under the expanse of pale, unblemished skin which is begging for Jensen’s lips to worship it, “Well?”
A hot hand grips Jensen’s hip and Colin shakes his head, “No, Sir,” he whispers.
Colin’s scent fills his nostrils as he steps closer and it’s making his cock throb, “Then why,” he grips the fabric tighter still, “are you wearing it?” he moves his left hand to the teen’s chin and holds it firmly to make sure they’re eye to eye.
Colin licks his lips again before a small smirk crosses them, “To get you hot, Sir!”
“Huh, is that right?” he rasps, waiting for some kind of response from the boy, who swallows again, his chest heaving and just nods. Jensen slides his hand from chin to cheek and smashes their lips together, making them both moan. It makes Colin grab the front of his shirt and Jensen pulls away abruptly, leaving the teen to blink as he processes the loss, “And you say I’m the dick! You’re a fucking tease and I won’t stand for it!”
As soon as Colin’s eyes come back into focus he moves his hands to Jensen’s shoulders and pushes, causing the older man to stumble a little, caught off guard. That smug grin creeps back over the teen’s face, shrugging out of his overshirt and very slowly peeling off the t-shirt. He leans back against the wall and runs the middle finger of his right hand up and down his chest twice, licking his lips and throwing a glare at Jensen, “Oh yeah?” he says, voice much deeper than before, “What are you going to do about it?”
Heat floods through Jensen’s entire body and this combined with the trouble he’s having getting air into his lungs, makes him sway a little on the spot. He’s speechless for a moment, trying to find the right words to answer the question, he figures his brain has every right to be offline given the sight in front of him. He tugs at his tie, taking his time unknotting it to allow him to catch his breath. Seeing Colin watching his every move, he very slowly starts to undo the buttons on his shirt, while walking towards the teen. He considers taking it off but decides against it, choosing instead to leave it hanging open while he presses back up against Colin, rolling his hips and pressing their groins together. Colin clutches Jensen’s shoulders and moans, the older man leaning in to kiss him to catch the sound, “Shhh, gotta be quiet, OK?” he whispers then pulls back to look at this gorgeous creature.
There’s a desperate look on his face and a bead of sweat is running down Colin’s neck from behind his ear and it brings Jensen’s attention right back to the fact that that neck he’s so taken with is fully exposed and his for the taking. He takes a step back and angles his hip so their cocks aren’t touching, he doesn’t want them to just rut against each other which is exactly what will happen if he doesn’t take some control. He bends down to catch the bead of sweat on his tongue just before it reaches the collarbone, humming at the heat of Colin’s skin and the salty sweet taste of him. He slowly trails his lips upwards, feather light, more of a brush of skin than a kiss but it makes Colin shiver and moan all the same. When Jensen gets to the pulse point he sweeps his tongue over it before pressing his lips to it, feeling the heat and the pressure of the blood pushing through the vein underneath before scraping his teeth over it. Colin’s breath hitches and his hands grasp both of Jensen’s hips, causing the older man to huff out a laugh against hot skin, “Like that, huh?”
Colin’s answer can only be classed as - much to Jensen’s delight - a whimper, so he moves further up, nosing then licking behind the kid’s ear, feeling him shiver again. Next he makes his way over to Colin’s shoulder, first trailing his finger over it followed shortly by lips. He seals his mouth around a particularly fragile area of skin and sucks hard, soothing it with his tongue as he enjoys the slightly pained gasp falling from Colin’s lips, “God you’re beautiful,” he whispers, sliding his own shirt open to expose his left nipple, pressing closer to line it up with Colin’s own causing them both to hiss, “Sore?” he asks, knowing what the answer is going to be.
“Some bastard left the AC on earlier, I don’t think they’ve thawed out yet!”
“This won’t do,” Jensen says, one more kiss to that gorgeous neck before moving to Colin’s throat, and lower to his pecs, “you’re giving me coherent sentences, Let’s see what I can do about that,” he finishes and bends to suck hard on the teen’s right nipple, at the same time as squeezing the neglected cock that been jerking against his hip. Colin actually sobs, then.
“Please,” he pleads in a breathy voice, “touch me, Jen, I need to you touch me! Please, please, please!”
The laughter comes tumbling out, “Oh baby, begging already? Wait until I get you in my bed and can take all the time I want to tease you,” his hand working its way into Colin’s jeans, then under the waistband of his boxers. He kisses the teen’s addictive red lips, before sliding his hand out of Coin’s jeans to undo them and push them and the boxers down enough just to free his burning hot cock, “then you’ll really know what begging is!”
He looks down to see Colin’s cock is twitching, the purple, angry looking head soaked with pre-come and winces slightly at how uncomfortable that must be, “You wanna come, baby boy, huh?” the tone comes out mocking but he can hear the desperation in his own words. He looks up to wild eyes, the teen is mouthing the word ‘yes’ and nodding but the only sound he’s making is a gasping, wheezing sound. Jensen’s own cock throbs in sympathy and he knows he’s almost as desperate as Colin so he makes the decision to put him out of his misery, especially under the circumstances of where they are. He gently spreads the slippery pre-come down Colin’s shaft and the kid’s knees buckle, meaning Jensen has to shift quickly to take some of his weight, “Whoa, easy, tiger!” His laugh turns to a moan as a large, hot hand squeezes his cloth covered cock and he nearly comes right there, “Fuck!”
Colin makes a loud protesting noise as Jensen releases him in favour of getting his own cock out but he shushes the teen, reaching back down to take him in hand again, a steady pace and pressure, no more teasing. The mewl Colin makes sends a shiver through Jensen, definitely gonna need to hear that a lot more in future. To say they both need to come right now is the understatement of the fucking century, so he grabs Colin’s hand and leads it to his cock, letting out a pained groan of his own at how good it feels to finally get some direct attention.
Colin’s head is thrashing from side to side as he gets closer, the muscles between his neck and shoulders pulled taut. The next thing he knows, Jensen is biting down hard on the flesh there, quickly covering the teen’s mouth with his free hand as he shouts out and comes all over both of theirs stomachs and chests. Jensen watches, mesmerised, as Colin gasps for air, sweat dripping from him and a look of surprise on his face, “Jesus, I didn’t know I could come that hard!” he pants out, an embarrassed laugh shaking his shoulders.
There’s a buzzing throughout his head and body, now, a heat under his skin that’s making him dizzy, “Colin, please,” he nods to his own cock which the teen grips without preamble, giving Jensen exactly what he needs. He finds himself being pulled in for a kiss that’s all tongue, teeth and hot breath. Colin’s left hand snakes up in to Jensen’s hair, tugging hard so he has complete control over whether the older man can move it or not, the strength behind it taking him by surprise but it’s certainly not something he’s opposed to. The teen adjusts his grip on Jensen’s cock, firmer and more insistent. His hands scrabble to touch any part of his young lover’s skin as he can as he feels his orgasm closing in.
“Look at me,” Colin demands, and that’s it, the tension that’s been building snaps and Jensen feels like he’s coming with his whole body rather than his dick. He’s pretty sure he shouted out because Colin’s mouth is on his, muffled noises between the two of them.
Jensen sinks to his knees, vaguely registering the change in temperature as he hits the floor, but not giving a shit. Collin’s hand finds his, squeezing tight before leaning over to give him a kiss that takes away what little breath Jensen has left., “I hope you know I’m keeping you,” he says as soon as he has control over his body again. The smile that Colin gives him is so big and dopey Jensen thinks his that feeling in his chest might actually be his heart missing a beat.
Chapter 10
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