Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 11/?
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: Apparently the muse only wants porn this chapter. Damn her!
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Jensen’s heart rate is sky high as he pulls into the drive of the Ford house.
“You OK?” Colin asks, briefly sliding his hot hand over the older man’s thigh before pulling it away with a mumbled, “Sorry, not outside, I know.”
The older man swallows and nods, “I think so! Fuck, I feel like a stalker,” he laughs, nervously. He turns to look at Colin who’s looking at him with one eyebrow raised, “yeah, OK, it was kinda stalkery!”
The teen throws his head back and laughs, easing some of Jensen’s stress because it’s infectious. He joins in until he’s distracted by the long column of Colin’s neck. He licks his lips and realises he must have drifted into a world of his own when he hears his name, “Jensen! Yo, Earth to Jensen.”
“Sorry,” he rasps, voice thick with lust. He gets out of the car and starts walking to the front door, turning back around when he realises Colin’s not following him, “what are you waiting for, kiddo?”
Colin’s wearing an amused smirk, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Jensen’s more concerned with getting inside the house than thinking. Although he has a not entirely fabricated reason for being here he doesn’t want to hang around to be seen by anyone who may recognise him, “What?” he asks, feeling himself frown until the teen raises his hand, thumb out and jabbing it over his shoulder towards the back of the truck, “Shit, shopping.”
“Mr. Ackles,” Colin quietly singsongs as his lifts the first bag out, “you seem to have something else on your mind.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, snatching three bags and leaving the last for Colin to juggle alongside his house keys, “get inside, smartass!” Colin laughs at him again and he can feel his cheeks heat, both from embarrassment and arousal, “This is getting out of hand,” he mutters to himself as he steps through the front door.
Colin busies himself putting the bags on the counter, unpacking some of the contents and putting them away. He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t give any indication that he’s intending to and Jensen is left standing there, watching him and feeling like a lovesick idiot who’s waiting for some kind of attention from the object of his affection. After what feels like forever, Colin turns and fishes a tub of ice cream out of one of the bags Jensen had put down on the breakfast bar and somehow that’s the man’s breaking point. He strides forward, wraps his hand firmly around Colin’s slim wrist and pulls him so they’re pressed up against each other, “You think you can ignore me, huh, you little shit?”
Colin’s already breathing heavily and Jensen can feel the kid’s hard cock pressed against him. The teen shakes his head and speaks in a quiet, shaky voice, “No, just trying to…” he’s cut short as his phone rings, making them both jump. “Fuck,” he hisses, breaking contact to pull his phone from his pocket, “it’s Mom.”
Jensen groans at the interruption then busies himself by shrugging out of his jacket and hooking it over one of the dining chairs while Colin’s talking. He feels jumpy all over again from nerves, his skin feels itchy and he’s horny as fuck. He’s torn between dragging Colin onto a flat surface to devour him, and running like Hell, knowing this whole Knight In Shining Armour deal was a monumentally stupid idea because there’s no way it won’t get back to his headteacher if he’s seen. He jumps again when Colin’s large hand touches his back between his shoulder blades and rubs gently. Even just that touch sends more arousal through him, skin tingling and his dick rapidly filling.
“Triple A are going to be two to three hours, what do you say we make the most of it?” his hand slips down further and he traces Jensen’s ass cheek, squeezing gently once he’s covered it with that giant paw of his.
Jensen’s starting to sweat, he can feel a thin sheen of it forming on his forehead and upper lip, Colin’s body heat next to him making him feel like he’s burning up. He swallows, takes a deep breath in through his nose to try and calm down a little and turns to face his lover, “Close the blinds,” he whispers, glaring at Colin when he doesn’t immediately do as he’s told, “now!” The last word is a growl and the teen jumps to obey, almost tripping over a chair in his haste to get to the only overlooked window in the room.
“Now what?” he rasps as he puts himself back within the older man’s reach, and Jensen’s cock jerks at how wrecked Colin’s voice already is. If he turns to look at the expression on the teen’s face he knows he’ll break, pounce on him and it’ll be frantic like in the storeroom and that’s not what Jensen has in mind.
Glancing around the kitchen Jensen waves his hand towards the remaining items on the sideboard, “Put the rest of those away,” he says in a decisive but not sharp, tone. He anticipates the argument about to leave Colin’s lips, “When your mom gets back everything has to look normal, so hurry it up, then we can spend some quality time together.”
Colin huffs in a very impatient, teenaged way but does as he’s told but not without slamming cupboards and the fridge door to drive home the point that he’s not happy about it, “There are better things to be doing with our time, you know...naked better things!”
The laugh bubbles up in Jensen’s chest and he can’t help but let it out, more so after the confused look Colin give him after the instruction to put some ice cream a bowl before putting the rest away, “Just do it, you’ll like where I’m going with this.”
He waits while Colin scoops out the now softened ice cream, sucking the remnants off his fingers then licking the handle of the spoon before resting it in the bowl. Jensen’s cock jerks at the sight of that pink, wet tongue slicking the teen’s lucious lips with saliva and syrupy sweetness. That mouth should be illegal, all soft and pink and addictive, he thinks. As soon as the freezer door is closed and Colin’s facing him, he steps right into his personal space, both hands reaching for his young face. He palms Colin’s cheek with one hand and slides the other into his hair to use it for leverage to pull him in for a kiss. The teen moans, plasters himself against Jensen’s body and immediately opens his mouth to accept Jensen’s probing tongue. The older man returns the moan as Colin sucks on his tongue slowly before tangling them together in an urgent dance. Jensen can taste vanilla combined with the taste that’s pure Colin and it’s good but it’s not enough. He pulls away, their lips making a wet pop as they part.
The teen’s panting, his face and neck flushed, already, his eyes imploring the older man to give him more. Jensen licks his lips as he watches the pulse throbbing in Colin’s neck, his gaze not moving an inch even as he reaches out to tug at Colin’s t-shirt. The teen gets the hint and pulls it off his body as fast as humanly possible while Jensen fumbles for the belt, unbuckling it even as he’s licking the boy’s neck and making them both shiver and moan in pleasure. Once the belt’s open Colin’s hands push his out of the way to undo his jeans and push them off like they’re offending him. Jensen has to move back while Colin steps out of jeans, shoes and socks, standing in just his snug black boxers.
Jensen’s mouth goes dry as he takes in the sight before him. He’s always preferred his partners to be well built, likes the feeling of being with someone as strong as him though looking at Colin he’s fascinated by his body and how different it is from his handful of previous lovers. He’s miles and miles of soft looking skin, the freckles over his neck, shoulders and chest standing out even through the pink flush of arousal. He has a light dusting of hair over his chest which is rising and falling with his shallow breaths and his dusky pink nipples are hardening in the cooler air. Well developed abs tense and relax the teen’s slim frame shifts a little under the scrutiny and Jensen raises an eyebrow, he wasn’t expecting quite so much definition in them. It’s the first time he’s been able to take the time to properly look, and now he sees them in the daylight his breath catches. He reaches out a hand to brush the back of his knuckles over them, earning a sharp intake of breath from Colin. Jensen steps closer bringing his hands to Colin’s sides to stroke his flank, trace his hips and then thumb over the teen’s belly and happy trail, feeling the twitch of Colin’s hard cock against the thin skin on the inside of his wrist, and it breaks the spell a little.
Licking his lips and looking into Colin’s lust blown eyes, he speaks, barely recognising his own voice, “What do you want?” Colin’s answer dies on his lips and turns into a moan as Jensen cups his cock and balls through his boxers and gently squeezes, feeling how damp the cotton is where he’s leaking, always so wet, “This?” he asks, a little tease to his tone.
“Yes,” Colin whispers, his pecs flexing from the effort of holding himself still instead of rocking into Jensen’s hand, “fuck, yes, I want…” he takes a heaving breath, “I want...”
Despite the fact he asked the question he can’t wait for the answer, the need to kiss the boy is overwhelming. He captures Colin’s lips in a passionate kiss, it’s messy, lacking finesse but he doesn’t care, Jensen’s already well and truly addicted to the hot, wet slide of their lips and tongues tangling together, and it makes his cock ache more with need. He pulls away again and a warm satisfaction spreads through his chest at the dazed look on Colin’s face.
“What are you smiling at?” the teen rasps.
He really wants to answer but no words come to mind, he’s so turned on by this point he thinks his brain may have started to melt. He laughs involuntarily and shakes his head, an English teacher with no words, it’s absurd! In lieu of the very things he makes his living from, he uses actions, reaching out and arranging Colin so his back is against the breakfast bar and presses in close, grinding his hips into the body in front of him to ease some of the ache in his dick and they both moan. Colin drops his head back, long neck exposed yet again and Jensen blindly gropes for the ice cream with his left hand as he plucks the teen’s nipple with his right, also licking a stripe along his sweaty neck at the same time. He draws the bowl to him, fumbling with the spoon and digging into the creamy mess before pulling back to drop a large dollop onto Colin’s chest, causing the boy to hiss, “Shhh,” he coos before leaning down to lick it up, the contrast of cold sweetness and hot, salty skin sends a shiver of pleasure through him, “you’ll like this,” he assures, scooping more out and angling Colin back further so that the next blob lands oh his abs, a little spattering a nipple.
The spoon lands on the counter with a clatter as Jensen releases it and grips both of the teens hips, bending to take the nipple between his lips, loving the moan that escapes both of them, his own muffled by his mouthful of puckered, sensitive skin. By the time he pulls back the blob has almost melted and is running down towards Colin’s belly button so he sinks to his knees, tightens his grip on the teen’s hips and presses his lips at the top of Colin’s happy trail in a soft kiss before changing the angle of his head, sticking his tongue out so that what’s not collecting in the dip runs over his tongue. After catching the initial mess, he then snakes just the tip of his tongue in and out of the teen's belly button. He moans when Colin whimpers, a large hand sliding urgently into Jensen’s hair, holding him there.
“Fuck, Jensen,” he pants, hips tilting upwards, causing his cock to tap underneath the man’s chin, “your mouth!”
“Mmm hmmm,” Jensen hums in agreement and angles his head so that he can scrape his teeth over the skin above the waistband of Colin’s boxers, drawing in the teen’s unique scent and delighting in the gasp it elicits, before pulling them down. Again Colin’s hips jerk, “Nuh uh,” he returns his hands to bony hips and puts pressure on them until the teen gets the message and tips them back so he’s flush against the breakfast bar again, “Good boy, now keep still!” Jensen says, fingers tracing Colin’s happy trail before standing and picking the spoon up again. He makes his mind up where he wants to go with this and he feels sweat trickle down his temples as a fresh wave of arousal sweeps through his body.
Colin groans, disappointment clear on his face that the older man pulled away, “You fuckin’ tease,” he says, though he’s laughing with it. Jensen doesn’t let that go on for long, scooping a full spoonful of what's now mushy ice cream out and dribbles it directly into Colin’s belly button where it immediately runs down into his pubes, over the base of his cock and a couple of drops land on the floor. There’s more moaning from both of them as Jensen strokes his index and middle finger through the mess and lifts them to Colin’s red lips. The teen sucks on them eagerly and Jensen’s own cock jerks as the wet heat envelops the digits. He pumps them in and out of that glorious mouth a few times, feeling the slight texture of the the teen’s tongue before pulling them away, “Let me suck your cock, Jen, please!” Colin begs and Jensen’s resolve nearly crumbles. He kisses his boy again, slowly lapping up the remnants of the ice cream from both of their lips.
“Later. Turn around,” he urges, already manhandling the trembling body to face away from him and pulling the boxers down which Colin kicks away to the side, somewhere. As soon as they’re gone Jensen presses up against his back, palming the globes of Colin’s exposed ass, feeling the soft flesh give before slapping one cheek, hard, the hiss/moan combination falling from the boy’s lips ramping Jensen’s desire up another notch. He slides his hands down long, long arms, covering the boy’s hands and using his grip to spreading him out, bending him like a ragdoll so he’s leaning over the counter, “stay like this, don’t move.”
Colin nods, saying nothing but grunting slightly as Jensen pushes in the centre of his back to reinforce the instruction, the skin hot and clammy under his palm. Picking up the bowl again he tips most of the remaining dairy treat between the teen’s shoulder blades and watches as it runs down into the small of his back in rivulets, branching off in two directions. One trickles to the side towards Colin’s left hip, the other towards the crack of his ass. Jensen sinks to his knees again, mesmerised by the creamy yellow colour becoming more opaque as it gathers there, paler residue already starting to dry from the heat coming off his lover’s skin. Without a word he palms Colin’s ass cheeks, idly thinking how they perfectly fill his hands, before parting them and watching the ice cream trickle lower, ghosting over his hole and down further onto his balls.
Colin gasps at the sensation,“Wait, w-w-what are you...? he stammers a moment before Jensen leans in to swipe his tongue through the stickiness and over the puckered hole, “Fuck!” he moans again as Jensen laps up more and more, increasing the pressure with each lick.
“Is this OK?” Jensen asks into hot, musky flesh. He’ll stop if it’s what Colin wants but he hopes the teen doesn’t refuse him this pleasure. He palms his cock, feeling a dribble of pre-some leak into his boxers and why the fuck didn’t he get undressed, too? He unbuckles his belt then pops the button of his jeans one handed even as he’s lightly circling Colin’s hole with the tip of his tongue and waits for a reply. Colin makes a gurgling sound in the back of his throat and shifts, opening his legs wider and Jensen takes it for the silent permission that it is. He unzips his jeans, moaning with relief as he immediately feels less constricted, but he leaves them where they are in favour of parting Colin’s cheeks even more and pressing in closer.
He loses himself in eating Colin out, his moans and whimpers driving Jensen even crazier by the minute. He licks and sucks at the teen’s hole, feeling the muscle relax under his ministrations and he almost finds himself bucked off when he presses his tongue inside and Colin’s hips jerk violently, cursing up a storm above him.
The older man can’t help the chuckle that escapes him, which turns into a groan as his breath ghosts over Colin’s now empty hole, making it twitch, invitingly. It looks like it’s begging him to get back in there, so he promptly obliges, tongue working deeper the more Colin wriggles and moans, pushing back onto the tongue breaching his most intimate of places. The musky taste of the boy is making Jensen’s cock jerk and leak even more, achy and heavy with need. He angles his head, spreading Colin’s cheeks further, flexing his tongue in the heat that his dick is screaming to get in to. Not this time, he mentally tells himself, but soon.
His lungs are starting to ache, unable to draw enough breath in through his nose to provide the oxygen he needs to function so he has to pull back to right that. He releases one of Colin’s cheeks as he does so and the teen lets out one of the neediest and most pitiful noises Jensen’s ever heard. He’s not one to be arrogant but he knows how good he is with his tongue, the few lovers he’s done this to have all told him how much they love him eating them out, but that one noise makes him hotter than he remembers being in a long time, but then the kid seems to be able to do that without even trying, he thinks, idly.
“More,” Colin sobs, “need more,” a roll of his hips into the hard surface in front of him to get the friction he needs, and then backwards to get Jensen’s tongue back inside him, “wanna come!” he reaches down to wrap a fist around his cock. The older man lets him get a few strokes in, the slick sound of pre-come and skin loud in the room, before stilling the teen with a hand on his wrist.
“You come when I say so,” Jensen growls, feeling it harsh in his throat like he’s swallowed broken glass. He tips Colin’s hips back so he has him at the angle he wants then licks over the slick, red hole in front of him a few more times before spitting on his middle finger and pressing it against the rim, causing Colin to whine high in his throat, “just relax.”
“But…” Colin protests, but Jensen just puts more pressure on the loosened muscle and slips inside past the first knuckle. They’re both breathing heavily and Jensen’s doing his best to keep still, the slick, tight grip of Colin’s ass around his finger is exquisite and he wants nothing more than to pump into the teen, grazing his prostate and teasing him for as long as possible. He groans again at the thought of getting his fat cock in there, too.
“Shh,” the older man whispers, rubbing soothing circles over the teen’s lower back, “just let me in,” he emphasises his request by turning his hand a little and sliding in to the second knuckle and drawing back ever so slowly, then back inside again. He watches as Colin’s legs tremble and he crooks his finger a little on the way out, the tightness of the teen’s muscles almost not letting it out but giving enough to let Jensen curls his finger, more, pulling on the rim from just inside, watching the skin get paler as it’s stretched. He does it a few more times before he starts to feel lightheaded, only then realising he was holding his breath as he took in the sight and sounds. He gasps in as much as air as he can get before leaning over to spit where their flesh is joined before slowly introducing his index finger, pressing in deep and with a slight flick of the wrist. It’s a tight squeeze around the digits but Colin’s moaning and squeezing a little, experimenting with what feels good to him. He’s a natural.
With every rhythmic motion Jensen’s cock aches more, demanding attention, “So fucking hot,” he praises as he increases his pace, pumping at a steady rate before standing and half draping himself over Colin’s shaking, sweating body, fingers still buried in his boy. He noses at the teen’s hairline before inching up to lick behind his ear, hearing a moan as he does it, before drawing the lobe into his mouth and sucking it slowly. He raises his left hand and slides it around Colin’s body, fingers skimming over ice cream and sweat sticky nipples, over his abs and belly until he finally takes the teen’s cock into his hand. It’s hot, dripping with pre-come and throbbing as he tightens his fingers and pumps, using the same rhythm to pump his fingers into the puffy, abused hole, below, “come for me, baby,” he whispers right into Colin’s ear. A thrill runs through him as he’s immediately rewarded with a cry of pleasure as rope after rope of come shoots everywhere, right on cue. Jensen is so wrapped up in imagining the sensations coursing through the teen’s body he damn nearly comes, himself, right there and then.
Colin all but melts onto the surface below him and his muscles relax around Jensen’s fingers as well. He gives them both a few seconds to catch their breaths, dropping his forehead to rest between the teen’s shoulder blades, beads of sweat running off him to join what’s already there. He slowly withdraws his fingers from Colin’s hole, not missing the slight wince as he does so. A cold fear begins to creep in, dampening his arousal, “Did I hurt you?” he strokes his thumb back forth over the teen’s hip where his hand now rests and feels Colin shift underneath him to still it. He swallows, dreading the reply.
“Just sensitive,” is the huffed out response, “not used to it.”
“God damn it!” he curses, standing up straight and pulling on Colin’s shoulder so he’s upright and turned around to face to face, “I should’ve been more careful,” he strokes Colin’s cheek, a little worried that the boy’s eyes are closed and he can see that his eyelashes are clumped together as if he’s been crying. His other hand is shaking as he raises it to tilt Colin’s chin up, “look at me,” he says and he can hear the pleading in his own voice. The teen is trembling as he opens his eyes and a tear leaks out of one eye. It feels like Jensen’s been punched it the gut, “Baby, I’m so sorry, I…” he cuts off as Colin shakes his head, licks his lips and goes eve redder in the face. The teen brings a hand to cover the one Jensen’s using to cup his cheek and momentarily looks away before meeting his gaze again.
“I’m fine, honestly,” he looks away again, and Jensen suddenly realises it’s embarrassment on the teen’s face, no fifteen year old wants to seen crying, whatever the reason, “it was really intense is all. So good, but instense,” then his lips are on Jensen’s, burning hot, slick and desperate.
Relief and a fresh wave of arousal wash over him again as he deepens the kiss, pulling Colin in as close as possible, groaning when the teen slides his hand down to grip Jensen’s cock through his boxers.
“Wanna make you come,” Colin says into Jensen’s lips, seemingly reluctant to pull out of the kiss. When he eventually does, and opens his eyes he looks punch drunk, “let me suck you?” he asks, even as he’s sinking to his knees on shaky legs.
Time seems to stand still even though Jensen can feel the motion of his jeans and boxers being pulled down around his knees, Colin making an impatient noise like he can’t get them out of the way quickly enough, “Please? and holy shit, who is Jensen to say no? The sight of the teen’s lips so close to his cock, his hands hot on the man’s hips and a pleading look in his eyes is one of the hottest things Jensen’s seen in a long time and he can only nod, his throat too dry to get words out of them.
Colin’s long, thin fingers wrap around the base of his cock, drawing it closer to him, hot breath ghosting over the soaked head before he slowly runs the tip of his tongue all the way around it, then teases the slit. It feels so good that Jensen’s knees almost buckle and he has to grab the counter with one hand to steady himself, the other sliding into Colin’s hair to keep him in place, not that the teen has any intention of going anywhere if the contented noises he’s making as he licks more before sealing his swollen lips over the head and sucking lightly, pulling more pre-come from Jensen, are anything to go by. It feels like he’s floating as they find a rhythm that allows Colin to take as much into his hot, glorious mouth as he can at the same time as giving Jensen room to counter with shallow thrusts. It’s quite probably an embarrassingly short length of time before he’s tugging on the teen’s on messy hair, “God that’s so good, gonna come, baby …”
Colin pulls of with an obscene pop, wiping saliva from his face even as he’s shaking his head, “No,” he grabs Jensen’s other hand and guides it so that both are now tangled in his hair, “do it, come in me.”
“Holy fuck!” Jensen groans as Colin’s eager mouth is wrapped back around him. He manages four, maybe five thrusts before the first pulse leaves him, making the teen gag a little but moaning around it, pulling back slightly but not enough to break the tight seal he made. More moaning with each pulse until Colin lets out a whimper and Jensen feels a wet warmth hit his thigh, then his knee. It takes a lust fogged minute to realise that Colin just came untouched as he was swallowing Jensen’s come, and damn that’s hot.
When Colin’s hot mouth becomes too much, Jensen hisses and draws his hips back, looking down to see the last dribbles of his orgasm on the teen’s bottom lip where his mouth is just hanging open. Jensen struggles to catch his breath, taking another couple of steps back and almost tripping over the jeans that have slipped down to his ankles, but righting himself last minute.
Colin blinks and looks up at him with a lazy, happy smile on his lips and not for the first time Jensen’s heart feels like it’s trying to burst through his ribs and it’s only partially to do with the mindblowing orgasm he just had.
The teen pushes up of the floor, unsteadily, wincing a little at what’s probably the blood getting back into his limbs and Jensen takes that opportunity to pull his boxers and jeans back up. He’s fastening his belt buckle as Colin walks over to him in short, wobbly strides, reaching his arms out. Jensen immediately does the same, drawing the teen into a tight embrace before pulling back to card his hand through Colin’s sweaty hair. The look in those blue eyes is so intense that it makes his breath catch. He looks like Jensen feels, like he wants to speak but is struggling to find words...or the right ones, at least. He cups the teen’s chin and places a firm but gentle to swollen, red lips then looks back at him. He can feel the frown forming on his forehead as he strokes the boy’s cheek with his thumb, swallowing and opening his mouth hoping that words will fall out. Colin looks at him for a long time, his eyes becoming glassy with tears forming and he nods as if Jensen has actually said something, before reaching up to place a feather light kiss on the older man’s lips.
Jensen feels cold and bereft as the teen pulls away to gather his clothes, mumbling something about needing a shower before his mom gets back. He’s almost out of the room when he turns back to look Jensen dead in the eye again, the same soft smile on his face. He ducks his head and looks up from underneath those thick eyelashes, “Me, too, Jen, me too.”
Chapter 12
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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: Apparently the muse only wants porn this chapter. Damn her!
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Jensen’s heart rate is sky high as he pulls into the drive of the Ford house.
“You OK?” Colin asks, briefly sliding his hot hand over the older man’s thigh before pulling it away with a mumbled, “Sorry, not outside, I know.”
The older man swallows and nods, “I think so! Fuck, I feel like a stalker,” he laughs, nervously. He turns to look at Colin who’s looking at him with one eyebrow raised, “yeah, OK, it was kinda stalkery!”
The teen throws his head back and laughs, easing some of Jensen’s stress because it’s infectious. He joins in until he’s distracted by the long column of Colin’s neck. He licks his lips and realises he must have drifted into a world of his own when he hears his name, “Jensen! Yo, Earth to Jensen.”
“Sorry,” he rasps, voice thick with lust. He gets out of the car and starts walking to the front door, turning back around when he realises Colin’s not following him, “what are you waiting for, kiddo?”
Colin’s wearing an amused smirk, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Jensen’s more concerned with getting inside the house than thinking. Although he has a not entirely fabricated reason for being here he doesn’t want to hang around to be seen by anyone who may recognise him, “What?” he asks, feeling himself frown until the teen raises his hand, thumb out and jabbing it over his shoulder towards the back of the truck, “Shit, shopping.”
“Mr. Ackles,” Colin quietly singsongs as his lifts the first bag out, “you seem to have something else on your mind.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, snatching three bags and leaving the last for Colin to juggle alongside his house keys, “get inside, smartass!” Colin laughs at him again and he can feel his cheeks heat, both from embarrassment and arousal, “This is getting out of hand,” he mutters to himself as he steps through the front door.
Colin busies himself putting the bags on the counter, unpacking some of the contents and putting them away. He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t give any indication that he’s intending to and Jensen is left standing there, watching him and feeling like a lovesick idiot who’s waiting for some kind of attention from the object of his affection. After what feels like forever, Colin turns and fishes a tub of ice cream out of one of the bags Jensen had put down on the breakfast bar and somehow that’s the man’s breaking point. He strides forward, wraps his hand firmly around Colin’s slim wrist and pulls him so they’re pressed up against each other, “You think you can ignore me, huh, you little shit?”
Colin’s already breathing heavily and Jensen can feel the kid’s hard cock pressed against him. The teen shakes his head and speaks in a quiet, shaky voice, “No, just trying to…” he’s cut short as his phone rings, making them both jump. “Fuck,” he hisses, breaking contact to pull his phone from his pocket, “it’s Mom.”
Jensen groans at the interruption then busies himself by shrugging out of his jacket and hooking it over one of the dining chairs while Colin’s talking. He feels jumpy all over again from nerves, his skin feels itchy and he’s horny as fuck. He’s torn between dragging Colin onto a flat surface to devour him, and running like Hell, knowing this whole Knight In Shining Armour deal was a monumentally stupid idea because there’s no way it won’t get back to his headteacher if he’s seen. He jumps again when Colin’s large hand touches his back between his shoulder blades and rubs gently. Even just that touch sends more arousal through him, skin tingling and his dick rapidly filling.
“Triple A are going to be two to three hours, what do you say we make the most of it?” his hand slips down further and he traces Jensen’s ass cheek, squeezing gently once he’s covered it with that giant paw of his.
Jensen’s starting to sweat, he can feel a thin sheen of it forming on his forehead and upper lip, Colin’s body heat next to him making him feel like he’s burning up. He swallows, takes a deep breath in through his nose to try and calm down a little and turns to face his lover, “Close the blinds,” he whispers, glaring at Colin when he doesn’t immediately do as he’s told, “now!” The last word is a growl and the teen jumps to obey, almost tripping over a chair in his haste to get to the only overlooked window in the room.
“Now what?” he rasps as he puts himself back within the older man’s reach, and Jensen’s cock jerks at how wrecked Colin’s voice already is. If he turns to look at the expression on the teen’s face he knows he’ll break, pounce on him and it’ll be frantic like in the storeroom and that’s not what Jensen has in mind.
Glancing around the kitchen Jensen waves his hand towards the remaining items on the sideboard, “Put the rest of those away,” he says in a decisive but not sharp, tone. He anticipates the argument about to leave Colin’s lips, “When your mom gets back everything has to look normal, so hurry it up, then we can spend some quality time together.”
Colin huffs in a very impatient, teenaged way but does as he’s told but not without slamming cupboards and the fridge door to drive home the point that he’s not happy about it, “There are better things to be doing with our time, you know...naked better things!”
The laugh bubbles up in Jensen’s chest and he can’t help but let it out, more so after the confused look Colin give him after the instruction to put some ice cream a bowl before putting the rest away, “Just do it, you’ll like where I’m going with this.”
He waits while Colin scoops out the now softened ice cream, sucking the remnants off his fingers then licking the handle of the spoon before resting it in the bowl. Jensen’s cock jerks at the sight of that pink, wet tongue slicking the teen’s lucious lips with saliva and syrupy sweetness. That mouth should be illegal, all soft and pink and addictive, he thinks. As soon as the freezer door is closed and Colin’s facing him, he steps right into his personal space, both hands reaching for his young face. He palms Colin’s cheek with one hand and slides the other into his hair to use it for leverage to pull him in for a kiss. The teen moans, plasters himself against Jensen’s body and immediately opens his mouth to accept Jensen’s probing tongue. The older man returns the moan as Colin sucks on his tongue slowly before tangling them together in an urgent dance. Jensen can taste vanilla combined with the taste that’s pure Colin and it’s good but it’s not enough. He pulls away, their lips making a wet pop as they part.
The teen’s panting, his face and neck flushed, already, his eyes imploring the older man to give him more. Jensen licks his lips as he watches the pulse throbbing in Colin’s neck, his gaze not moving an inch even as he reaches out to tug at Colin’s t-shirt. The teen gets the hint and pulls it off his body as fast as humanly possible while Jensen fumbles for the belt, unbuckling it even as he’s licking the boy’s neck and making them both shiver and moan in pleasure. Once the belt’s open Colin’s hands push his out of the way to undo his jeans and push them off like they’re offending him. Jensen has to move back while Colin steps out of jeans, shoes and socks, standing in just his snug black boxers.
Jensen’s mouth goes dry as he takes in the sight before him. He’s always preferred his partners to be well built, likes the feeling of being with someone as strong as him though looking at Colin he’s fascinated by his body and how different it is from his handful of previous lovers. He’s miles and miles of soft looking skin, the freckles over his neck, shoulders and chest standing out even through the pink flush of arousal. He has a light dusting of hair over his chest which is rising and falling with his shallow breaths and his dusky pink nipples are hardening in the cooler air. Well developed abs tense and relax the teen’s slim frame shifts a little under the scrutiny and Jensen raises an eyebrow, he wasn’t expecting quite so much definition in them. It’s the first time he’s been able to take the time to properly look, and now he sees them in the daylight his breath catches. He reaches out a hand to brush the back of his knuckles over them, earning a sharp intake of breath from Colin. Jensen steps closer bringing his hands to Colin’s sides to stroke his flank, trace his hips and then thumb over the teen’s belly and happy trail, feeling the twitch of Colin’s hard cock against the thin skin on the inside of his wrist, and it breaks the spell a little.
Licking his lips and looking into Colin’s lust blown eyes, he speaks, barely recognising his own voice, “What do you want?” Colin’s answer dies on his lips and turns into a moan as Jensen cups his cock and balls through his boxers and gently squeezes, feeling how damp the cotton is where he’s leaking, always so wet, “This?” he asks, a little tease to his tone.
“Yes,” Colin whispers, his pecs flexing from the effort of holding himself still instead of rocking into Jensen’s hand, “fuck, yes, I want…” he takes a heaving breath, “I want...”
Despite the fact he asked the question he can’t wait for the answer, the need to kiss the boy is overwhelming. He captures Colin’s lips in a passionate kiss, it’s messy, lacking finesse but he doesn’t care, Jensen’s already well and truly addicted to the hot, wet slide of their lips and tongues tangling together, and it makes his cock ache more with need. He pulls away again and a warm satisfaction spreads through his chest at the dazed look on Colin’s face.
“What are you smiling at?” the teen rasps.
He really wants to answer but no words come to mind, he’s so turned on by this point he thinks his brain may have started to melt. He laughs involuntarily and shakes his head, an English teacher with no words, it’s absurd! In lieu of the very things he makes his living from, he uses actions, reaching out and arranging Colin so his back is against the breakfast bar and presses in close, grinding his hips into the body in front of him to ease some of the ache in his dick and they both moan. Colin drops his head back, long neck exposed yet again and Jensen blindly gropes for the ice cream with his left hand as he plucks the teen’s nipple with his right, also licking a stripe along his sweaty neck at the same time. He draws the bowl to him, fumbling with the spoon and digging into the creamy mess before pulling back to drop a large dollop onto Colin’s chest, causing the boy to hiss, “Shhh,” he coos before leaning down to lick it up, the contrast of cold sweetness and hot, salty skin sends a shiver of pleasure through him, “you’ll like this,” he assures, scooping more out and angling Colin back further so that the next blob lands oh his abs, a little spattering a nipple.
The spoon lands on the counter with a clatter as Jensen releases it and grips both of the teens hips, bending to take the nipple between his lips, loving the moan that escapes both of them, his own muffled by his mouthful of puckered, sensitive skin. By the time he pulls back the blob has almost melted and is running down towards Colin’s belly button so he sinks to his knees, tightens his grip on the teen’s hips and presses his lips at the top of Colin’s happy trail in a soft kiss before changing the angle of his head, sticking his tongue out so that what’s not collecting in the dip runs over his tongue. After catching the initial mess, he then snakes just the tip of his tongue in and out of the teen's belly button. He moans when Colin whimpers, a large hand sliding urgently into Jensen’s hair, holding him there.
“Fuck, Jensen,” he pants, hips tilting upwards, causing his cock to tap underneath the man’s chin, “your mouth!”
“Mmm hmmm,” Jensen hums in agreement and angles his head so that he can scrape his teeth over the skin above the waistband of Colin’s boxers, drawing in the teen’s unique scent and delighting in the gasp it elicits, before pulling them down. Again Colin’s hips jerk, “Nuh uh,” he returns his hands to bony hips and puts pressure on them until the teen gets the message and tips them back so he’s flush against the breakfast bar again, “Good boy, now keep still!” Jensen says, fingers tracing Colin’s happy trail before standing and picking the spoon up again. He makes his mind up where he wants to go with this and he feels sweat trickle down his temples as a fresh wave of arousal sweeps through his body.
Colin groans, disappointment clear on his face that the older man pulled away, “You fuckin’ tease,” he says, though he’s laughing with it. Jensen doesn’t let that go on for long, scooping a full spoonful of what's now mushy ice cream out and dribbles it directly into Colin’s belly button where it immediately runs down into his pubes, over the base of his cock and a couple of drops land on the floor. There’s more moaning from both of them as Jensen strokes his index and middle finger through the mess and lifts them to Colin’s red lips. The teen sucks on them eagerly and Jensen’s own cock jerks as the wet heat envelops the digits. He pumps them in and out of that glorious mouth a few times, feeling the slight texture of the the teen’s tongue before pulling them away, “Let me suck your cock, Jen, please!” Colin begs and Jensen’s resolve nearly crumbles. He kisses his boy again, slowly lapping up the remnants of the ice cream from both of their lips.
“Later. Turn around,” he urges, already manhandling the trembling body to face away from him and pulling the boxers down which Colin kicks away to the side, somewhere. As soon as they’re gone Jensen presses up against his back, palming the globes of Colin’s exposed ass, feeling the soft flesh give before slapping one cheek, hard, the hiss/moan combination falling from the boy’s lips ramping Jensen’s desire up another notch. He slides his hands down long, long arms, covering the boy’s hands and using his grip to spreading him out, bending him like a ragdoll so he’s leaning over the counter, “stay like this, don’t move.”
Colin nods, saying nothing but grunting slightly as Jensen pushes in the centre of his back to reinforce the instruction, the skin hot and clammy under his palm. Picking up the bowl again he tips most of the remaining dairy treat between the teen’s shoulder blades and watches as it runs down into the small of his back in rivulets, branching off in two directions. One trickles to the side towards Colin’s left hip, the other towards the crack of his ass. Jensen sinks to his knees again, mesmerised by the creamy yellow colour becoming more opaque as it gathers there, paler residue already starting to dry from the heat coming off his lover’s skin. Without a word he palms Colin’s ass cheeks, idly thinking how they perfectly fill his hands, before parting them and watching the ice cream trickle lower, ghosting over his hole and down further onto his balls.
Colin gasps at the sensation,“Wait, w-w-what are you...? he stammers a moment before Jensen leans in to swipe his tongue through the stickiness and over the puckered hole, “Fuck!” he moans again as Jensen laps up more and more, increasing the pressure with each lick.
“Is this OK?” Jensen asks into hot, musky flesh. He’ll stop if it’s what Colin wants but he hopes the teen doesn’t refuse him this pleasure. He palms his cock, feeling a dribble of pre-some leak into his boxers and why the fuck didn’t he get undressed, too? He unbuckles his belt then pops the button of his jeans one handed even as he’s lightly circling Colin’s hole with the tip of his tongue and waits for a reply. Colin makes a gurgling sound in the back of his throat and shifts, opening his legs wider and Jensen takes it for the silent permission that it is. He unzips his jeans, moaning with relief as he immediately feels less constricted, but he leaves them where they are in favour of parting Colin’s cheeks even more and pressing in closer.
He loses himself in eating Colin out, his moans and whimpers driving Jensen even crazier by the minute. He licks and sucks at the teen’s hole, feeling the muscle relax under his ministrations and he almost finds himself bucked off when he presses his tongue inside and Colin’s hips jerk violently, cursing up a storm above him.
The older man can’t help the chuckle that escapes him, which turns into a groan as his breath ghosts over Colin’s now empty hole, making it twitch, invitingly. It looks like it’s begging him to get back in there, so he promptly obliges, tongue working deeper the more Colin wriggles and moans, pushing back onto the tongue breaching his most intimate of places. The musky taste of the boy is making Jensen’s cock jerk and leak even more, achy and heavy with need. He angles his head, spreading Colin’s cheeks further, flexing his tongue in the heat that his dick is screaming to get in to. Not this time, he mentally tells himself, but soon.
His lungs are starting to ache, unable to draw enough breath in through his nose to provide the oxygen he needs to function so he has to pull back to right that. He releases one of Colin’s cheeks as he does so and the teen lets out one of the neediest and most pitiful noises Jensen’s ever heard. He’s not one to be arrogant but he knows how good he is with his tongue, the few lovers he’s done this to have all told him how much they love him eating them out, but that one noise makes him hotter than he remembers being in a long time, but then the kid seems to be able to do that without even trying, he thinks, idly.
“More,” Colin sobs, “need more,” a roll of his hips into the hard surface in front of him to get the friction he needs, and then backwards to get Jensen’s tongue back inside him, “wanna come!” he reaches down to wrap a fist around his cock. The older man lets him get a few strokes in, the slick sound of pre-come and skin loud in the room, before stilling the teen with a hand on his wrist.
“You come when I say so,” Jensen growls, feeling it harsh in his throat like he’s swallowed broken glass. He tips Colin’s hips back so he has him at the angle he wants then licks over the slick, red hole in front of him a few more times before spitting on his middle finger and pressing it against the rim, causing Colin to whine high in his throat, “just relax.”
“But…” Colin protests, but Jensen just puts more pressure on the loosened muscle and slips inside past the first knuckle. They’re both breathing heavily and Jensen’s doing his best to keep still, the slick, tight grip of Colin’s ass around his finger is exquisite and he wants nothing more than to pump into the teen, grazing his prostate and teasing him for as long as possible. He groans again at the thought of getting his fat cock in there, too.
“Shh,” the older man whispers, rubbing soothing circles over the teen’s lower back, “just let me in,” he emphasises his request by turning his hand a little and sliding in to the second knuckle and drawing back ever so slowly, then back inside again. He watches as Colin’s legs tremble and he crooks his finger a little on the way out, the tightness of the teen’s muscles almost not letting it out but giving enough to let Jensen curls his finger, more, pulling on the rim from just inside, watching the skin get paler as it’s stretched. He does it a few more times before he starts to feel lightheaded, only then realising he was holding his breath as he took in the sight and sounds. He gasps in as much as air as he can get before leaning over to spit where their flesh is joined before slowly introducing his index finger, pressing in deep and with a slight flick of the wrist. It’s a tight squeeze around the digits but Colin’s moaning and squeezing a little, experimenting with what feels good to him. He’s a natural.
With every rhythmic motion Jensen’s cock aches more, demanding attention, “So fucking hot,” he praises as he increases his pace, pumping at a steady rate before standing and half draping himself over Colin’s shaking, sweating body, fingers still buried in his boy. He noses at the teen’s hairline before inching up to lick behind his ear, hearing a moan as he does it, before drawing the lobe into his mouth and sucking it slowly. He raises his left hand and slides it around Colin’s body, fingers skimming over ice cream and sweat sticky nipples, over his abs and belly until he finally takes the teen’s cock into his hand. It’s hot, dripping with pre-come and throbbing as he tightens his fingers and pumps, using the same rhythm to pump his fingers into the puffy, abused hole, below, “come for me, baby,” he whispers right into Colin’s ear. A thrill runs through him as he’s immediately rewarded with a cry of pleasure as rope after rope of come shoots everywhere, right on cue. Jensen is so wrapped up in imagining the sensations coursing through the teen’s body he damn nearly comes, himself, right there and then.
Colin all but melts onto the surface below him and his muscles relax around Jensen’s fingers as well. He gives them both a few seconds to catch their breaths, dropping his forehead to rest between the teen’s shoulder blades, beads of sweat running off him to join what’s already there. He slowly withdraws his fingers from Colin’s hole, not missing the slight wince as he does so. A cold fear begins to creep in, dampening his arousal, “Did I hurt you?” he strokes his thumb back forth over the teen’s hip where his hand now rests and feels Colin shift underneath him to still it. He swallows, dreading the reply.
“Just sensitive,” is the huffed out response, “not used to it.”
“God damn it!” he curses, standing up straight and pulling on Colin’s shoulder so he’s upright and turned around to face to face, “I should’ve been more careful,” he strokes Colin’s cheek, a little worried that the boy’s eyes are closed and he can see that his eyelashes are clumped together as if he’s been crying. His other hand is shaking as he raises it to tilt Colin’s chin up, “look at me,” he says and he can hear the pleading in his own voice. The teen is trembling as he opens his eyes and a tear leaks out of one eye. It feels like Jensen’s been punched it the gut, “Baby, I’m so sorry, I…” he cuts off as Colin shakes his head, licks his lips and goes eve redder in the face. The teen brings a hand to cover the one Jensen’s using to cup his cheek and momentarily looks away before meeting his gaze again.
“I’m fine, honestly,” he looks away again, and Jensen suddenly realises it’s embarrassment on the teen’s face, no fifteen year old wants to seen crying, whatever the reason, “it was really intense is all. So good, but instense,” then his lips are on Jensen’s, burning hot, slick and desperate.
Relief and a fresh wave of arousal wash over him again as he deepens the kiss, pulling Colin in as close as possible, groaning when the teen slides his hand down to grip Jensen’s cock through his boxers.
“Wanna make you come,” Colin says into Jensen’s lips, seemingly reluctant to pull out of the kiss. When he eventually does, and opens his eyes he looks punch drunk, “let me suck you?” he asks, even as he’s sinking to his knees on shaky legs.
Time seems to stand still even though Jensen can feel the motion of his jeans and boxers being pulled down around his knees, Colin making an impatient noise like he can’t get them out of the way quickly enough, “Please? and holy shit, who is Jensen to say no? The sight of the teen’s lips so close to his cock, his hands hot on the man’s hips and a pleading look in his eyes is one of the hottest things Jensen’s seen in a long time and he can only nod, his throat too dry to get words out of them.
Colin’s long, thin fingers wrap around the base of his cock, drawing it closer to him, hot breath ghosting over the soaked head before he slowly runs the tip of his tongue all the way around it, then teases the slit. It feels so good that Jensen’s knees almost buckle and he has to grab the counter with one hand to steady himself, the other sliding into Colin’s hair to keep him in place, not that the teen has any intention of going anywhere if the contented noises he’s making as he licks more before sealing his swollen lips over the head and sucking lightly, pulling more pre-come from Jensen, are anything to go by. It feels like he’s floating as they find a rhythm that allows Colin to take as much into his hot, glorious mouth as he can at the same time as giving Jensen room to counter with shallow thrusts. It’s quite probably an embarrassingly short length of time before he’s tugging on the teen’s on messy hair, “God that’s so good, gonna come, baby …”
Colin pulls of with an obscene pop, wiping saliva from his face even as he’s shaking his head, “No,” he grabs Jensen’s other hand and guides it so that both are now tangled in his hair, “do it, come in me.”
“Holy fuck!” Jensen groans as Colin’s eager mouth is wrapped back around him. He manages four, maybe five thrusts before the first pulse leaves him, making the teen gag a little but moaning around it, pulling back slightly but not enough to break the tight seal he made. More moaning with each pulse until Colin lets out a whimper and Jensen feels a wet warmth hit his thigh, then his knee. It takes a lust fogged minute to realise that Colin just came untouched as he was swallowing Jensen’s come, and damn that’s hot.
When Colin’s hot mouth becomes too much, Jensen hisses and draws his hips back, looking down to see the last dribbles of his orgasm on the teen’s bottom lip where his mouth is just hanging open. Jensen struggles to catch his breath, taking another couple of steps back and almost tripping over the jeans that have slipped down to his ankles, but righting himself last minute.
Colin blinks and looks up at him with a lazy, happy smile on his lips and not for the first time Jensen’s heart feels like it’s trying to burst through his ribs and it’s only partially to do with the mindblowing orgasm he just had.
The teen pushes up of the floor, unsteadily, wincing a little at what’s probably the blood getting back into his limbs and Jensen takes that opportunity to pull his boxers and jeans back up. He’s fastening his belt buckle as Colin walks over to him in short, wobbly strides, reaching his arms out. Jensen immediately does the same, drawing the teen into a tight embrace before pulling back to card his hand through Colin’s sweaty hair. The look in those blue eyes is so intense that it makes his breath catch. He looks like Jensen feels, like he wants to speak but is struggling to find words...or the right ones, at least. He cups the teen’s chin and places a firm but gentle to swollen, red lips then looks back at him. He can feel the frown forming on his forehead as he strokes the boy’s cheek with his thumb, swallowing and opening his mouth hoping that words will fall out. Colin looks at him for a long time, his eyes becoming glassy with tears forming and he nods as if Jensen has actually said something, before reaching up to place a feather light kiss on the older man’s lips.
Jensen feels cold and bereft as the teen pulls away to gather his clothes, mumbling something about needing a shower before his mom gets back. He’s almost out of the room when he turns back to look Jensen dead in the eye again, the same soft smile on his face. He ducks his head and looks up from underneath those thick eyelashes, “Me, too, Jen, me too.”
Chapter 12
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