Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 13/?
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! ;)
Since Kim agreed to Jensen providing extra tutoring for Colin yet they’d barely had a chance to speak in person outside of the classroom. Jensen is still taking on the additional workload from other teachers, the two weeks he volunteered for now moving into the fifth week. Between planning his own class as well as reading up and preparing for the extras it’s leaving him very little downtime, which means no alone time with Colin. They’re managing a couple of calls a week after school when Colin’s home alone and talking via WhatsApp as often as possible but it’s just not enough for either of them. Thanksgiving is only a few days away meaning they get less time to see each other with school on a break..
Jensen sighs and pushes away the assignments in front of him, leaning his elbows on the desk and holding his head in his hands. He has a killer headache, his eyes ache from trying to read the words on the pages, tired from too many sleepless nights; and he feels jittery from all the coffee he’s drinking in the daytime to help keep him awake for school. It’s doing nothing for his rising stress levels, he knows this, but he’s not sure what else he can do in the short term. The other staff are relying on him covering the classes so he can’t pull out now - ordinarily it wouldn’t be an issue, but the whole Colin situation makes things so much more complicated, and in turn make him so much more anxious. Hiis relationship with Colin starting at the same time he took on the extra work was momumentally shity timing...maybe there is such a thing as Karma.
He’s lost count of how many times in the past few weeks he’s thought about how the responsible thing to do is end the relationship. Of course, the really responsible thing to do was not to get involved in the first place, but that ship sailed that night in his kitchen when he didn’t push Colin away when the teen first laid a hand on him and he can’t change what’s happened. Time and again he’s agonised about how he’s jeopardising his job - no, his whole career - and how it’s not healthy for Colin to be seeing someone so much older than him. He feels disgusted with his own weakness, his stomach churning every time he thinks about it, but that’s nothing compared to the feelings he has when he thinks about how it would be without the teen in his life, now. There’s a hollow pit inside him, an ache so heavy in his chest that he feels like the weight of it is crushing the air out of his lungs. He feels himself start to sweat and panic at the thought of Colin hating him for ending it between them, and knows he can’t put either of them through that, no matter how much society says he should.
He blinks and shakes his head to clear those thoughts that have crept in against his will once more. He can’t go on like this. He checks his watch - still a quarter of an hour before lunch is over - then pulls his phone out of his pocket, tapping the WhatsApp icon. He sees on the screen that Colin’s typing and can’t help the little flutter in his chest that they’re thinking of each other at the same time. It seems to take an eternity but the message eventually comes through.
Dobby: This is crazy, I need to see you NOW! Where are you?
JA: I was just thinking the same thing. In my classroom, couldn’t face the cafeteria today. Too loud, head hurts :’(
Dobby: OMW
Jensen types out his message, in two minds whether it’s a good idea but presses send, anyway.
JA: Hurry, please!
Colin has to force himself not to run to Jensen’s classroom. There’s a mixture of relief and nervous excitement coursing through him as he sees the man he can’t stop thinking about even through the closed door. He knocks on the glass, watching as the teacher looks up from his desk and nods even though Colin has already opened the door and is halfway through it. He turns to close it behind him, losing grip on the handle where his palms are sweaty and it bangs shut, causing him to jump and Jensen to let out a pained moan.
“Sorry!” he says quickly, taking long strides and reaching the desk as quickly as possible. As he gets closer he can see Jensen is pale and there are heavy bags under his eyes, “Hey,” he says, instantly worried, dropping his bag on the floor and crouching down next to the desk, “what’s wrong?” he reaches up to press a hand to Jensen’s forehead but the older man pulls back, quickly glancing at the door.” Shit, sorry!” the teen hisses, “I didn’t think!”
Jensen licks his lips and nods, “‘s OK,” he’s slurring, slightly, “jus’ gotta be more careful.”
Colin’s hands twitch with wanting to touch the man, check his fever, hell just to hug him but he knows they can’t, anyone can see them right now. He stands and walks back over to the door, hearing Jensen’s distressed “Wait!” behind him. The teen casts a look outside the classroom, the halls are mostly empty since most people are eating lunch and the few kids out there aren’t looking in their direction. He turns back, stoops to pick his bag back up and walks halfway to the back of the room where the wall of the store cupboard hides him from view, as do the blinds on this side of the room, and holds his hand out to Jensen. When the older man blinks but doesn’t move, Colin frowns.
“We shouldn’t,” Jensen says, sounding as tired as he looks.
“Come on,” Colin insists, waving his arm around urgently and beckoning his lover towards him, “Jen, please.” He sees more hesitation cross the angular face before Jensen stands and walks slowly towards him. As soon as he’s within reach Colin grabs his biceps and pulls him close, flinging his arms around him in a tight hug, relieved when Jensen hugs back and holds him close. He breathes in the man’s scent before pressing a quick, gentle kiss to his cheek.
Reluctantly he releases Jensen as the man pulls back, a sad smile on his face, “This isn’t careful,” he says, voice croaky.
Colin nods before reaching for Jensen’s hand again, threading their fingers together and leading him into the storeroom. He shushes the protest forming on the older man’s lips, “It’s fine, just wanna see you,” he says as he flicks the light on and closes the door behind them. Under the harsh fluorescent lights Jensen looks even more tired and pale. The bags under his eyes are far more noticable, the delicate purpling skin almost bruise like and his freckles look darker against his ashen skin. It hurts Colin’s heart. He steps forward, cupping one hand around the back of Jensen’s neck and placing the back of the other on his forehead to test for a fever. He’s a little warm and clammy, “When did you last sleep?” he asks, his voice quiet as if speaking at normal volume will startle his lover away.
Jensen meets his gaze for a few seconds before looking away, “I’m sleeping,” he says with a dismissive shrug.
The teen can feel anger bubbling up inside him, “Don’t lie to me, Jen,” he says, using his hold on the back of the older man’s neck to angle his head so their foreheads touch, “I’m worried about you, you’re pushing yourself too hard.”
Jensen sighs, his arms coming around Colin’s waist and pulling him closer. The teen can feel him open his mouth a few times before he finally speaks, “I miss you so goddamn much,” he swallows audibly, “I hate this!” he sniffles. The teen pretends not to notice the latter for the sake of their sanity, he feels like he could march Jensen out of here, lock him away and protect him from the world outside of their little bubble.
Colin angles his top half back so he doesn’t break Jensen’s grip on his waist and dips his head to meet the older man’s lips with his. Jensen kisses back, soft pecks, no heat...reassuring and tender, “I miss you, too,” Colin says, stroking the soft stubble on the man’s cheek, “Mom’s working tonight, I’m coming over to take care of you, OK?” Jensen frowns but before he can say anything Colin raises an eyebrow and glares, “I phrased it like a question,” he says, voice louder and utterly determined, “but it was actually a statement. I’m coming over to take care of you.”
Much to Colin’s relief, Jensen huffs out a laugh and gives him a small smile, “Do I get any say in this?”
“Nope!” Colin says, wrapping him in his longs arms again.
Jensen winces at the noise as his phone chirrups out Colin’s notification tone, his head throbbing worse than ever. He’d flopped face down on the couch when he got home from school and hasn’t had the energy to move since. He blindly reaches out for the coffee table and after a couple of failed attempts he finds his phone and squints through blurry eyes to read the message:
Dobby: Be there in 15, bringing food.
Jensen groans, his stomach churns at the thought of food right now he’s so tired, but he doesn’t want to be rude or seem unappreciative of Colin’s efforts.
JA: Cool, see you soon x
With much effort Jensen pushes himself up from the couch, turns the living room lamp on and makes sure the blinds are firmly closed before doing the same in the dining room and kitchen. He’s still not convinced having Colin here is a good idea - especially on a school night!, his mind supplies in teacher mode - but he’s so desperate to spend time with the kid he’s going along with it. If anything they have the excuse of the tutoring to fall back on. He and Kim had agreed to start Colin’s extra sessions after Thanksgiving - now only three days away - but nobody else needed to know that if they saw him with the teen.
The chime of the doorbell startles him, he’d been lost in thought. Suddenly self conscious that it’s been a long day and he’d crashed in his clothes Jensen quickly runs his hands through his hair and tries and fails to brush the wrinkles out of his shirt. He takes a deep, steadying breath as he opens the door.
Colin smiles brightly and thrusts two shopping bags towards him which Jensen takes, almost dropping one when the teen turns quickly and runs back down the drive towards a car. For an alarming minute Jensen thinks the teen was reckless enough to get his mom to drop him off, but when he sees the Uber sign and the driver helping to lift a bike out of the back he breathes a sigh of relief. He lays the bags on the dining table and opens the door wider so Colin can bring his bike inside, then shuts it again quickly as soon as possible in favour of crowding the teen against the wall, sliding a hand into the soft hair at the nape of his neck and kissing him. Colin makes a contented noise, brings his hands to rest on Jensen’s hips and kisses him back, closed mouthed but still passionate and comforting at the same time.
Jensen pulls back and brushes a thumb across the teen’s right cheek, over the faint freckles you can only see close up, “Hi,” he says, feeling the smile on his own face reaching his eyes.
Colin beams back at him, “Hi,” then the smile fades as he mimics the older man’s ministrations, hot hand on his cheek making Jensen shiver a little. A frown spreads across Colin’s face then, “You need sleep, Jen, you look awful,” but even so he leans up to place a tender kiss to the purpling skin under both of Jensen’s eyes.
Jensen shrugs and tries for cocky, “You sure know how to flatter a guy,” he rolls his eyes but can’t really say more because he knows it’s true, a few more nights of barely any sleep and he’ll look like he has two black eyes..
Colin rolls his eyes in return, “Shut up, asshole” he says as he side steps Jensen and walks towards his shopping bags, snagging them and heading to the kitchen counter.
Jensen goes to join him and watches as he unpacks what’s clearly ingredients and he frowns a little, leaning his left hip against the counter, stood close enough to feel Colin’s body heat, “When you said you were bringing food I just assumed you meant pizza or something.”
Colin all but glares at him, “I said I was coming to take care of you, you could order a pizza all on your own,” he fills a small glass with water and pops some Advil into his hand from a new box from his shopping bags and holds them out to Jensen who takes them wordlessly, too tired to argue. “Good,” the teen says, taking the empty glass back and setting it down before wrapping a hand around Jensen’s tie and using it to pull him those final few inches closer and kissing him twice on the lips, then he makes a shooing motion with his hands, “now go, get outta my kitchen!”
Jensen laughs in spite of the throbbing in his head, “Oh, your kitchen, is it?”
“Uh huh,” the teen replies as he searches the cupboards for a large pan, “go take a long, hot shower, I’ll be half an hour.”
Colin is cutting thick slices of a crusty loaf when he hears Jensen shuffling into the kitchen, scrubbing a hand through his damp hair, cheeks and neck flushed pink from the hot shower. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and pale blue pyjama bottoms that are loose but cling in all the right places as far as the teen is concerned. A jolt of arousal makes its way through Colin’s body at the sight but he tries to push it away, he’s here to look after Jensen’s wellbeing not jump his bones, but he’s a horny teenager, of course his mind goes there! He swallows and waves the knife in the direction of Jensen’s feet, “Nice slippers, old man!”
“Fuck you, they’re comfy!” Jensen chuckles.
Colin shakes his head affectionately, putting the knife down and turning towards the bubbling pan on the stove. He gives it a final stir and turns off the heat as he feels Jensen’s arms slide around his waist, the man’s warm chest against his back and his chin resting on the teen’s shoulder. He noses behind Colin’s ear and it sends a shiver of arousal through him as it always does. He holds onto the edge of the counter with his free hand so it doesn’t shake.
“Something smells good,” Jensen says, pressing a soft kiss to Colin’s neck, “the food, too!”
“Gotta have,” his voice is gravelly and he clears his throat before trying again, “gotta have chicken soup when you’re not feeling great, can’t beat it!”
Jensen releases him and moves towards the pan, leaning over it and inhaling deeply, “I wasn’t feeling up to food before smelling that, but now-” his stomach grumbles, finishing the sentence for him.
“Go sit down, I’ll dish up,” Jensen complies, picking up the bread board on his way over to the table. Carefully Colin fills two bowls and carries them over, suddenly nervous that Jensen might not like his take on a classic, “It’s my own recipe. Chicken,” he feels himself blush a little, obviously it has chicken, it’s chicken soup, you moron!, “... er with vegetables, root ginger, fresh chilli and star anise. The spices are full of antioxidants and are supposed to help with headaches as well,” he says in a rush. When he looks up at Jensen he has an amused look on his face.
“Looks, brains and can cook, huh?” he winks then scoops a large spoonful of the broth, blows on it then swallows it down. He lets out a moan that Colin considers pornographic, frankly, then takes another mouthful, closing his eyes this time and swallowing slowly.
“Good?”
Jensen opens his eyes and nods, waving his spoon in Colin’s direction, “It’s awesome… you’re awesome,” he says, diving back in like a man who’s not eaten in days, which the teen suspects he hasn’t, or not properly, at least.
An hour later, they’ve eaten their fill, Colin had cleared up and set the dishwasher running and now Jensen is sat shirtless on the floor with his back to the sofa. Colin’s sat on the sofa, long legs are either side of Jensen’s body while his hands rub deep and soothing circles into the muscles of the man’s neck and shoulders. The throbbing headache that’s been ever present for the past week is barely noticeable between the painkillers, food and the wonderful feeling of the teen’s hands on him. The subtle smell of the massage oil, the lingering smell of spices in the air and the faint musky scent of Colin himself has Jensen in a state of both relaxation and arousal. He moans as Colin digs into a knot at the nape of his neck, half pain and half relief as long, nimble fingers slowly work on it, “You’re good at this,” Jensen slurs, feeling like he might doze off any minute, “should I be jealous?”
Colin laughs softly behind him, “Not in the slightest,” he shifts his body closer and his touch becomes more of a stroking motion now the knot is loosening, “sometimes I do this for my mom after she’s been on a week of night shifts,” he laughs, trailing his right hand down to Jensen’s pec, softly brushing a nipple, making the older man gasp, “but I really don’t want to think about that now, this is all about you.”
“Good call,” Jensen mumbles, feeling his breath coming a little faster the lower Colin’s hand goes. He doesn’t stop it when long fingers dip just inside the waistband of his pyjamas, “Mmm, was this your dastardly plan all along, young man?” he asks, lifting a heavy arm up to cover Colin’s hand and follow its movements.
“No,” the teen breathes into his ear, “I just want to take care of you however I can,” he kisses Jensen’s neck softly and the older man’s cock twitches as it goes from semi to full hardness, “let me?”
Somewhat awkwardly Jensen turns his head to the side, meeting Colin’s lips in a lazy kiss, tongues probing softly into each other’s mouths. He feels like he should be doing more but his body feels so heavy… he’s not felt this relaxed in weeks, maybe even months. He’s jostled slightly as Colin slides down onto the floor with him, slotting himself firmly between Jensen and the sofa, his cock a hot, hard line against his teacher’s back. Colin involuntarily rocks his hips, moaning at the friction but Jensen doesn’t have it in him to move. He leans back against Colin’s chest and enjoys the feeling of the teen’s heartbeat thumping against him.
Colin pulls his hand away, shushing any protest Jensen may have been about to make, “Just getting comfy, I got you,” he says between kisses to his lover’s neck and hairline. The older man is jostled again as Colin twists and shifts, putting a cushion behind his back, he thinks, before he moves his arms under Jensen’s, spreading his huge hands out over the older man’s chest and pulling him even closer. He lightly pinches both of Jensen’s nipples, sending a zing a pleasure through him, intensifying when Colin circles both nubs with oiled fingers, a slow drag of sensation that makes him roll his own hips, seeking friction that’s not there. Colin slides his right hand back down, peeling the cotton away from Jensen’s cock, the sticky sensation telling him he’s already leaking for his boy. The teen kisses his shoulder, plucks a nipple and tucks the waistband of the pyjamas under Jensen’s balls all at the same time.
By the time long fingers wrap around Jensen’s shaft his whole body is thrumming, alive with energy yet heavy. Colin’s working him lazily, drawing him deeper into that relaxed and aroused state. His temples throb but unlike the headaches he’s been having, this is the good kind, the kind that means his body is enjoying the way the blood is pumping through his body. He can feel a heat spreading up his chest and neck, partly from arousal and partly where Colin’s hand is rested around his throat. He shifts his fingers, presses a little and Jensen feels his pulse flutter under them causing them both to moan.
“So beautiful like this,” Colin rasps in his ear, speeding up his hand, pumping with just a little more pressure, bringing Jensen closer to the edge, “beautiful and all mine,” he says and Jensen’s toes curl. His left hand tightens on Colin’s thigh where it’s been resting, his whole body tensing little by little, “gonna come for me? C’mon, do it, come all over yourself for me, Jen, make a mess.”
Jensen’s throat clicks when he tries to speak, his mouth feeling dry. Colin pumps a little faster, slides his left hand back down to toy with the older man’s nipple again and that’s it, the pleasure overtakes him. He’s aware that he shouts out, he’s aware of the pressure and release of coming, the way the hot stickiness spurts up onto his chest and hears Colin’s drawn out, “Fuck, yeah that’s it, so hot!” before he sags back even more on the teen’s chest. He feels like he’s floating and like a lead weight at the same time. He tries to speak once, twice, before giving up.
The heat of Colin’s lips on his neck, whispering shushing noises in his ear has Jensen wanting to turn in his arms, kiss him and get him off, too, but his body just won’t cooperate no matter how much he wills it to. He feels another sensation on his stomach, vaguely registering that Colin’s is cleaning him up, probably with his own disgarded t-shirt. The last thing he remembers before he falls into a deep sleep is feeling safe and warm, and Colin’s soothing voice, “I’m here, I got you.”
Colin’s ass is completely numb and he’s shivering with cold. He looks at the clock and sees it’s just gone 1.30am - Jensen has been asleep for around four hours now and the teen has needed to pee for two of those but didn’t want to risk waking the man in his arms. The blanket from the couch isn’t big enough to cover them both completely in this position so it’s draped over his legs and all of Jensen up to his neck, leaving most of Colin’s upper body uncovered, the only warmth coming from Jensen’s body heat against his chest. Eventually he has to move, gently shoving the dead weight of the older man forward enough to slide awkwardly out from behind him. He groans as his limbs protest as blood flows back into them and makes his way upstairs on shaky legs to the bathroom to empty his bladder. After washing his hands he wanders into Jensen’s bedroom and pulls the duvet off, bundling it up into his arms and carrying it downstairs.
He’s a little surprised to see Jensen is up, blurry eyed, sat on the sofa instead of the floor, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“‘s fine,” Jensen croaks, “woke up alone, thought you may have gone home.”
Colin sits next to him on the sofa, “Not a chance,” he leans in and places a kiss to Jensen’s temple. Suddenly a thought strikes him, “Did you want me to go home?” his voice sounds small and worried even to his own ears.
Jensen looks up at him with a frown which turns into a small smile and Colin knows he’s about to be cheeky, “Not a chance,” he says with a smirk. He puts an arm around Colin and his hand like a brand on the teen’s cold skin. Jensen winces, “God you’re freezing!” he says and starts rubbing both of Colin’s arms to warm them, jostling him all over the place.
“Stop it, will you?” the teen says, amused. He lifts his hands and nods to the duvet that’s partly over his lap but mostly on the floor, “I went to get this to keep us both warm,”
Jensen stands, his balance off, he’s still exhausted, that much is obvious, “Come on,” he takes Colin by the elbow, “bed.”
Jensen gradually surfaces, his limbs feeling pleasantly heavy and warm… unusually warm. He goes to lift his hand to rub sleep out of his eye but something stops him. It takes a little while for his brain to catch up with the situation - he’s cuddled up in bed with Colin, the human furnace, it seems. The teen is on his back with Jensen pressed along his side, arm thrown around the slim waist and one of Colin’s long arms is holding it in place which is what’s making it hard to move it. He smiles at the sight and remembers the night before, how Colin had been there for him and taken care of him so completely. There’s a little twinge of guilt that he’s the adult and if anyone should be doing the caretaking it’s him, but he knows Colin wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t want to. It worked, too, Jensen feels refreshed for the first time in weeks and his headache is barely there.
He shifts his body back from Colin just a little, angling his crotch away from the bony hip it’s been snug against, raises himself up on his elbow, head propped on his hand and looks down at his lover.
The teen is dead to the world, lips parted slightly, cheeks flushed with their body heat and hair stuck up in all directions. Jensen pulls the duvet back slowly watching as Colin’s chest rises and falls slowly. A little more and his stomach and hips are uncovered, then finally his crotch and thighs. Jensen’s mouth waters just looking at Colin lying there, beautiful and exposed just for him.
He looks at the clock, an hour before the alarm even goes off. He smirks as he wriggles down the bed and positions himself over Colin’s lower legs and carefully pulls out the teen’s morning wood and takes it into his mouth for an alarm call Colin won’t be expecting.
Chapter 14
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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! ;)
Since Kim agreed to Jensen providing extra tutoring for Colin yet they’d barely had a chance to speak in person outside of the classroom. Jensen is still taking on the additional workload from other teachers, the two weeks he volunteered for now moving into the fifth week. Between planning his own class as well as reading up and preparing for the extras it’s leaving him very little downtime, which means no alone time with Colin. They’re managing a couple of calls a week after school when Colin’s home alone and talking via WhatsApp as often as possible but it’s just not enough for either of them. Thanksgiving is only a few days away meaning they get less time to see each other with school on a break..
Jensen sighs and pushes away the assignments in front of him, leaning his elbows on the desk and holding his head in his hands. He has a killer headache, his eyes ache from trying to read the words on the pages, tired from too many sleepless nights; and he feels jittery from all the coffee he’s drinking in the daytime to help keep him awake for school. It’s doing nothing for his rising stress levels, he knows this, but he’s not sure what else he can do in the short term. The other staff are relying on him covering the classes so he can’t pull out now - ordinarily it wouldn’t be an issue, but the whole Colin situation makes things so much more complicated, and in turn make him so much more anxious. Hiis relationship with Colin starting at the same time he took on the extra work was momumentally shity timing...maybe there is such a thing as Karma.
He’s lost count of how many times in the past few weeks he’s thought about how the responsible thing to do is end the relationship. Of course, the really responsible thing to do was not to get involved in the first place, but that ship sailed that night in his kitchen when he didn’t push Colin away when the teen first laid a hand on him and he can’t change what’s happened. Time and again he’s agonised about how he’s jeopardising his job - no, his whole career - and how it’s not healthy for Colin to be seeing someone so much older than him. He feels disgusted with his own weakness, his stomach churning every time he thinks about it, but that’s nothing compared to the feelings he has when he thinks about how it would be without the teen in his life, now. There’s a hollow pit inside him, an ache so heavy in his chest that he feels like the weight of it is crushing the air out of his lungs. He feels himself start to sweat and panic at the thought of Colin hating him for ending it between them, and knows he can’t put either of them through that, no matter how much society says he should.
He blinks and shakes his head to clear those thoughts that have crept in against his will once more. He can’t go on like this. He checks his watch - still a quarter of an hour before lunch is over - then pulls his phone out of his pocket, tapping the WhatsApp icon. He sees on the screen that Colin’s typing and can’t help the little flutter in his chest that they’re thinking of each other at the same time. It seems to take an eternity but the message eventually comes through.
Dobby: This is crazy, I need to see you NOW! Where are you?
JA: I was just thinking the same thing. In my classroom, couldn’t face the cafeteria today. Too loud, head hurts :’(
Dobby: OMW
Jensen types out his message, in two minds whether it’s a good idea but presses send, anyway.
JA: Hurry, please!
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Colin has to force himself not to run to Jensen’s classroom. There’s a mixture of relief and nervous excitement coursing through him as he sees the man he can’t stop thinking about even through the closed door. He knocks on the glass, watching as the teacher looks up from his desk and nods even though Colin has already opened the door and is halfway through it. He turns to close it behind him, losing grip on the handle where his palms are sweaty and it bangs shut, causing him to jump and Jensen to let out a pained moan.
“Sorry!” he says quickly, taking long strides and reaching the desk as quickly as possible. As he gets closer he can see Jensen is pale and there are heavy bags under his eyes, “Hey,” he says, instantly worried, dropping his bag on the floor and crouching down next to the desk, “what’s wrong?” he reaches up to press a hand to Jensen’s forehead but the older man pulls back, quickly glancing at the door.” Shit, sorry!” the teen hisses, “I didn’t think!”
Jensen licks his lips and nods, “‘s OK,” he’s slurring, slightly, “jus’ gotta be more careful.”
Colin’s hands twitch with wanting to touch the man, check his fever, hell just to hug him but he knows they can’t, anyone can see them right now. He stands and walks back over to the door, hearing Jensen’s distressed “Wait!” behind him. The teen casts a look outside the classroom, the halls are mostly empty since most people are eating lunch and the few kids out there aren’t looking in their direction. He turns back, stoops to pick his bag back up and walks halfway to the back of the room where the wall of the store cupboard hides him from view, as do the blinds on this side of the room, and holds his hand out to Jensen. When the older man blinks but doesn’t move, Colin frowns.
“We shouldn’t,” Jensen says, sounding as tired as he looks.
“Come on,” Colin insists, waving his arm around urgently and beckoning his lover towards him, “Jen, please.” He sees more hesitation cross the angular face before Jensen stands and walks slowly towards him. As soon as he’s within reach Colin grabs his biceps and pulls him close, flinging his arms around him in a tight hug, relieved when Jensen hugs back and holds him close. He breathes in the man’s scent before pressing a quick, gentle kiss to his cheek.
Reluctantly he releases Jensen as the man pulls back, a sad smile on his face, “This isn’t careful,” he says, voice croaky.
Colin nods before reaching for Jensen’s hand again, threading their fingers together and leading him into the storeroom. He shushes the protest forming on the older man’s lips, “It’s fine, just wanna see you,” he says as he flicks the light on and closes the door behind them. Under the harsh fluorescent lights Jensen looks even more tired and pale. The bags under his eyes are far more noticable, the delicate purpling skin almost bruise like and his freckles look darker against his ashen skin. It hurts Colin’s heart. He steps forward, cupping one hand around the back of Jensen’s neck and placing the back of the other on his forehead to test for a fever. He’s a little warm and clammy, “When did you last sleep?” he asks, his voice quiet as if speaking at normal volume will startle his lover away.
Jensen meets his gaze for a few seconds before looking away, “I’m sleeping,” he says with a dismissive shrug.
The teen can feel anger bubbling up inside him, “Don’t lie to me, Jen,” he says, using his hold on the back of the older man’s neck to angle his head so their foreheads touch, “I’m worried about you, you’re pushing yourself too hard.”
Jensen sighs, his arms coming around Colin’s waist and pulling him closer. The teen can feel him open his mouth a few times before he finally speaks, “I miss you so goddamn much,” he swallows audibly, “I hate this!” he sniffles. The teen pretends not to notice the latter for the sake of their sanity, he feels like he could march Jensen out of here, lock him away and protect him from the world outside of their little bubble.
Colin angles his top half back so he doesn’t break Jensen’s grip on his waist and dips his head to meet the older man’s lips with his. Jensen kisses back, soft pecks, no heat...reassuring and tender, “I miss you, too,” Colin says, stroking the soft stubble on the man’s cheek, “Mom’s working tonight, I’m coming over to take care of you, OK?” Jensen frowns but before he can say anything Colin raises an eyebrow and glares, “I phrased it like a question,” he says, voice louder and utterly determined, “but it was actually a statement. I’m coming over to take care of you.”
Much to Colin’s relief, Jensen huffs out a laugh and gives him a small smile, “Do I get any say in this?”
“Nope!” Colin says, wrapping him in his longs arms again.
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Jensen winces at the noise as his phone chirrups out Colin’s notification tone, his head throbbing worse than ever. He’d flopped face down on the couch when he got home from school and hasn’t had the energy to move since. He blindly reaches out for the coffee table and after a couple of failed attempts he finds his phone and squints through blurry eyes to read the message:
Dobby: Be there in 15, bringing food.
Jensen groans, his stomach churns at the thought of food right now he’s so tired, but he doesn’t want to be rude or seem unappreciative of Colin’s efforts.
JA: Cool, see you soon x
With much effort Jensen pushes himself up from the couch, turns the living room lamp on and makes sure the blinds are firmly closed before doing the same in the dining room and kitchen. He’s still not convinced having Colin here is a good idea - especially on a school night!, his mind supplies in teacher mode - but he’s so desperate to spend time with the kid he’s going along with it. If anything they have the excuse of the tutoring to fall back on. He and Kim had agreed to start Colin’s extra sessions after Thanksgiving - now only three days away - but nobody else needed to know that if they saw him with the teen.
The chime of the doorbell startles him, he’d been lost in thought. Suddenly self conscious that it’s been a long day and he’d crashed in his clothes Jensen quickly runs his hands through his hair and tries and fails to brush the wrinkles out of his shirt. He takes a deep, steadying breath as he opens the door.
Colin smiles brightly and thrusts two shopping bags towards him which Jensen takes, almost dropping one when the teen turns quickly and runs back down the drive towards a car. For an alarming minute Jensen thinks the teen was reckless enough to get his mom to drop him off, but when he sees the Uber sign and the driver helping to lift a bike out of the back he breathes a sigh of relief. He lays the bags on the dining table and opens the door wider so Colin can bring his bike inside, then shuts it again quickly as soon as possible in favour of crowding the teen against the wall, sliding a hand into the soft hair at the nape of his neck and kissing him. Colin makes a contented noise, brings his hands to rest on Jensen’s hips and kisses him back, closed mouthed but still passionate and comforting at the same time.
Jensen pulls back and brushes a thumb across the teen’s right cheek, over the faint freckles you can only see close up, “Hi,” he says, feeling the smile on his own face reaching his eyes.
Colin beams back at him, “Hi,” then the smile fades as he mimics the older man’s ministrations, hot hand on his cheek making Jensen shiver a little. A frown spreads across Colin’s face then, “You need sleep, Jen, you look awful,” but even so he leans up to place a tender kiss to the purpling skin under both of Jensen’s eyes.
Jensen shrugs and tries for cocky, “You sure know how to flatter a guy,” he rolls his eyes but can’t really say more because he knows it’s true, a few more nights of barely any sleep and he’ll look like he has two black eyes..
Colin rolls his eyes in return, “Shut up, asshole” he says as he side steps Jensen and walks towards his shopping bags, snagging them and heading to the kitchen counter.
Jensen goes to join him and watches as he unpacks what’s clearly ingredients and he frowns a little, leaning his left hip against the counter, stood close enough to feel Colin’s body heat, “When you said you were bringing food I just assumed you meant pizza or something.”
Colin all but glares at him, “I said I was coming to take care of you, you could order a pizza all on your own,” he fills a small glass with water and pops some Advil into his hand from a new box from his shopping bags and holds them out to Jensen who takes them wordlessly, too tired to argue. “Good,” the teen says, taking the empty glass back and setting it down before wrapping a hand around Jensen’s tie and using it to pull him those final few inches closer and kissing him twice on the lips, then he makes a shooing motion with his hands, “now go, get outta my kitchen!”
Jensen laughs in spite of the throbbing in his head, “Oh, your kitchen, is it?”
“Uh huh,” the teen replies as he searches the cupboards for a large pan, “go take a long, hot shower, I’ll be half an hour.”
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Colin is cutting thick slices of a crusty loaf when he hears Jensen shuffling into the kitchen, scrubbing a hand through his damp hair, cheeks and neck flushed pink from the hot shower. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and pale blue pyjama bottoms that are loose but cling in all the right places as far as the teen is concerned. A jolt of arousal makes its way through Colin’s body at the sight but he tries to push it away, he’s here to look after Jensen’s wellbeing not jump his bones, but he’s a horny teenager, of course his mind goes there! He swallows and waves the knife in the direction of Jensen’s feet, “Nice slippers, old man!”
“Fuck you, they’re comfy!” Jensen chuckles.
Colin shakes his head affectionately, putting the knife down and turning towards the bubbling pan on the stove. He gives it a final stir and turns off the heat as he feels Jensen’s arms slide around his waist, the man’s warm chest against his back and his chin resting on the teen’s shoulder. He noses behind Colin’s ear and it sends a shiver of arousal through him as it always does. He holds onto the edge of the counter with his free hand so it doesn’t shake.
“Something smells good,” Jensen says, pressing a soft kiss to Colin’s neck, “the food, too!”
“Gotta have,” his voice is gravelly and he clears his throat before trying again, “gotta have chicken soup when you’re not feeling great, can’t beat it!”
Jensen releases him and moves towards the pan, leaning over it and inhaling deeply, “I wasn’t feeling up to food before smelling that, but now-” his stomach grumbles, finishing the sentence for him.
“Go sit down, I’ll dish up,” Jensen complies, picking up the bread board on his way over to the table. Carefully Colin fills two bowls and carries them over, suddenly nervous that Jensen might not like his take on a classic, “It’s my own recipe. Chicken,” he feels himself blush a little, obviously it has chicken, it’s chicken soup, you moron!, “... er with vegetables, root ginger, fresh chilli and star anise. The spices are full of antioxidants and are supposed to help with headaches as well,” he says in a rush. When he looks up at Jensen he has an amused look on his face.
“Looks, brains and can cook, huh?” he winks then scoops a large spoonful of the broth, blows on it then swallows it down. He lets out a moan that Colin considers pornographic, frankly, then takes another mouthful, closing his eyes this time and swallowing slowly.
“Good?”
Jensen opens his eyes and nods, waving his spoon in Colin’s direction, “It’s awesome… you’re awesome,” he says, diving back in like a man who’s not eaten in days, which the teen suspects he hasn’t, or not properly, at least.
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An hour later, they’ve eaten their fill, Colin had cleared up and set the dishwasher running and now Jensen is sat shirtless on the floor with his back to the sofa. Colin’s sat on the sofa, long legs are either side of Jensen’s body while his hands rub deep and soothing circles into the muscles of the man’s neck and shoulders. The throbbing headache that’s been ever present for the past week is barely noticeable between the painkillers, food and the wonderful feeling of the teen’s hands on him. The subtle smell of the massage oil, the lingering smell of spices in the air and the faint musky scent of Colin himself has Jensen in a state of both relaxation and arousal. He moans as Colin digs into a knot at the nape of his neck, half pain and half relief as long, nimble fingers slowly work on it, “You’re good at this,” Jensen slurs, feeling like he might doze off any minute, “should I be jealous?”
Colin laughs softly behind him, “Not in the slightest,” he shifts his body closer and his touch becomes more of a stroking motion now the knot is loosening, “sometimes I do this for my mom after she’s been on a week of night shifts,” he laughs, trailing his right hand down to Jensen’s pec, softly brushing a nipple, making the older man gasp, “but I really don’t want to think about that now, this is all about you.”
“Good call,” Jensen mumbles, feeling his breath coming a little faster the lower Colin’s hand goes. He doesn’t stop it when long fingers dip just inside the waistband of his pyjamas, “Mmm, was this your dastardly plan all along, young man?” he asks, lifting a heavy arm up to cover Colin’s hand and follow its movements.
“No,” the teen breathes into his ear, “I just want to take care of you however I can,” he kisses Jensen’s neck softly and the older man’s cock twitches as it goes from semi to full hardness, “let me?”
Somewhat awkwardly Jensen turns his head to the side, meeting Colin’s lips in a lazy kiss, tongues probing softly into each other’s mouths. He feels like he should be doing more but his body feels so heavy… he’s not felt this relaxed in weeks, maybe even months. He’s jostled slightly as Colin slides down onto the floor with him, slotting himself firmly between Jensen and the sofa, his cock a hot, hard line against his teacher’s back. Colin involuntarily rocks his hips, moaning at the friction but Jensen doesn’t have it in him to move. He leans back against Colin’s chest and enjoys the feeling of the teen’s heartbeat thumping against him.
Colin pulls his hand away, shushing any protest Jensen may have been about to make, “Just getting comfy, I got you,” he says between kisses to his lover’s neck and hairline. The older man is jostled again as Colin twists and shifts, putting a cushion behind his back, he thinks, before he moves his arms under Jensen’s, spreading his huge hands out over the older man’s chest and pulling him even closer. He lightly pinches both of Jensen’s nipples, sending a zing a pleasure through him, intensifying when Colin circles both nubs with oiled fingers, a slow drag of sensation that makes him roll his own hips, seeking friction that’s not there. Colin slides his right hand back down, peeling the cotton away from Jensen’s cock, the sticky sensation telling him he’s already leaking for his boy. The teen kisses his shoulder, plucks a nipple and tucks the waistband of the pyjamas under Jensen’s balls all at the same time.
By the time long fingers wrap around Jensen’s shaft his whole body is thrumming, alive with energy yet heavy. Colin’s working him lazily, drawing him deeper into that relaxed and aroused state. His temples throb but unlike the headaches he’s been having, this is the good kind, the kind that means his body is enjoying the way the blood is pumping through his body. He can feel a heat spreading up his chest and neck, partly from arousal and partly where Colin’s hand is rested around his throat. He shifts his fingers, presses a little and Jensen feels his pulse flutter under them causing them both to moan.
“So beautiful like this,” Colin rasps in his ear, speeding up his hand, pumping with just a little more pressure, bringing Jensen closer to the edge, “beautiful and all mine,” he says and Jensen’s toes curl. His left hand tightens on Colin’s thigh where it’s been resting, his whole body tensing little by little, “gonna come for me? C’mon, do it, come all over yourself for me, Jen, make a mess.”
Jensen’s throat clicks when he tries to speak, his mouth feeling dry. Colin pumps a little faster, slides his left hand back down to toy with the older man’s nipple again and that’s it, the pleasure overtakes him. He’s aware that he shouts out, he’s aware of the pressure and release of coming, the way the hot stickiness spurts up onto his chest and hears Colin’s drawn out, “Fuck, yeah that’s it, so hot!” before he sags back even more on the teen’s chest. He feels like he’s floating and like a lead weight at the same time. He tries to speak once, twice, before giving up.
The heat of Colin’s lips on his neck, whispering shushing noises in his ear has Jensen wanting to turn in his arms, kiss him and get him off, too, but his body just won’t cooperate no matter how much he wills it to. He feels another sensation on his stomach, vaguely registering that Colin’s is cleaning him up, probably with his own disgarded t-shirt. The last thing he remembers before he falls into a deep sleep is feeling safe and warm, and Colin’s soothing voice, “I’m here, I got you.”
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Colin’s ass is completely numb and he’s shivering with cold. He looks at the clock and sees it’s just gone 1.30am - Jensen has been asleep for around four hours now and the teen has needed to pee for two of those but didn’t want to risk waking the man in his arms. The blanket from the couch isn’t big enough to cover them both completely in this position so it’s draped over his legs and all of Jensen up to his neck, leaving most of Colin’s upper body uncovered, the only warmth coming from Jensen’s body heat against his chest. Eventually he has to move, gently shoving the dead weight of the older man forward enough to slide awkwardly out from behind him. He groans as his limbs protest as blood flows back into them and makes his way upstairs on shaky legs to the bathroom to empty his bladder. After washing his hands he wanders into Jensen’s bedroom and pulls the duvet off, bundling it up into his arms and carrying it downstairs.
He’s a little surprised to see Jensen is up, blurry eyed, sat on the sofa instead of the floor, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“‘s fine,” Jensen croaks, “woke up alone, thought you may have gone home.”
Colin sits next to him on the sofa, “Not a chance,” he leans in and places a kiss to Jensen’s temple. Suddenly a thought strikes him, “Did you want me to go home?” his voice sounds small and worried even to his own ears.
Jensen looks up at him with a frown which turns into a small smile and Colin knows he’s about to be cheeky, “Not a chance,” he says with a smirk. He puts an arm around Colin and his hand like a brand on the teen’s cold skin. Jensen winces, “God you’re freezing!” he says and starts rubbing both of Colin’s arms to warm them, jostling him all over the place.
“Stop it, will you?” the teen says, amused. He lifts his hands and nods to the duvet that’s partly over his lap but mostly on the floor, “I went to get this to keep us both warm,”
Jensen stands, his balance off, he’s still exhausted, that much is obvious, “Come on,” he takes Colin by the elbow, “bed.”
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Jensen gradually surfaces, his limbs feeling pleasantly heavy and warm… unusually warm. He goes to lift his hand to rub sleep out of his eye but something stops him. It takes a little while for his brain to catch up with the situation - he’s cuddled up in bed with Colin, the human furnace, it seems. The teen is on his back with Jensen pressed along his side, arm thrown around the slim waist and one of Colin’s long arms is holding it in place which is what’s making it hard to move it. He smiles at the sight and remembers the night before, how Colin had been there for him and taken care of him so completely. There’s a little twinge of guilt that he’s the adult and if anyone should be doing the caretaking it’s him, but he knows Colin wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t want to. It worked, too, Jensen feels refreshed for the first time in weeks and his headache is barely there.
He shifts his body back from Colin just a little, angling his crotch away from the bony hip it’s been snug against, raises himself up on his elbow, head propped on his hand and looks down at his lover.
The teen is dead to the world, lips parted slightly, cheeks flushed with their body heat and hair stuck up in all directions. Jensen pulls the duvet back slowly watching as Colin’s chest rises and falls slowly. A little more and his stomach and hips are uncovered, then finally his crotch and thighs. Jensen’s mouth waters just looking at Colin lying there, beautiful and exposed just for him.
He looks at the clock, an hour before the alarm even goes off. He smirks as he wriggles down the bed and positions himself over Colin’s lower legs and carefully pulls out the teen’s morning wood and takes it into his mouth for an alarm call Colin won’t be expecting.
Chapter 14
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