Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 16/?
Title: Extracurricular Activities
Pairing: Supernatural RPS, Jensen/Colin Ford (with past J2)
Rating: Overall NC-17
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my filthy thoughts
Warnings/kinks: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic), age difference, student/teacher relationship
Summary: Six months ago Jensen made the decision to make a new start after a bad break up, and now he finds himself not in his native Texas, but in Nashville, Tennessee, completely alone for the first time in his life. He’s the new English teacher at school where he meets Colin, the kid who makes an impression on him in more ways than one! ;)
A/N: More angst, some history and yeah, more smut!
Colin’s breath catches in his throat before it suddenly speeds up, his mouth going dry and his heart thumping. He feels Jensen squeeze his hand tighter but the teen is frozen, terrified of what this conversation is going to bring. After a few seconds of the older man looking at him with concern Colin swallows, trying to appear aloof, “You’ve never mentioned him, before,” he says and his voice is somewhat steady at best. Jensen nods but says nothing, he looks like he’s having a panic of his own, “what...what happened that made you need to leave?”
Jensen closes his eyes, briefly, wetting his lips in a way that Colin would normally find distracting but right now it’s making him more worried, “He just…” the older man turns to him and puts his hand on Colin’s thigh, the heat seeping through his jeans, “showed up out of the blue.”
“And?” his voice sounding small even to himself, “What happened, Jen?”
His lover releases his hand and looks away, down at the ground for what could be a few seconds or minutes, it’s hard to tell through the building panic, “Nothing, really,” he shakes his head, frown deepening, “he just pissed me off, ya know? He had no right to just turn up like that,” his tone is clipped and there’s something in his voice that Colin doesn’t recognise. Jensen looks back up with what appears to be an apologetic look on his features and the teen feels a cold trickle of fear inch down his spine. “He just waltzed in like no time had passed, fucking hugging my family like he still fits in there.”
“Why would he do that?” Colin asks, feeling again like he’s missing something.
The older man stands and starts pacing the room, “Because he’s a dick! Then he had the nerve... ” Jensen pinches the bridge of his nose, giving away his stress. He drops his head back and lets out a frustrated noise, “to ask about my life here, wanted to know how I was doing, like we were just old friends catching up,” he looks back at Colin, “he asked if I was seeing anyone... if I was missing him!” the last words are kind of hissed out and the teen doesn’t know he feels about that.
Colin stands and walks around the back of the sofa, putting it between them and gripping the back of the cushions to have something to do with his hands, “And do you?” he all but demans, unable to keep his voice from wavering.
“What?” Jensen says, incredulouly, “Why the fuck would I? We had a … bitter break up. I moved here to get away from all the shit that happened back there.”
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at, here, Jen, what are you trying to tell me? Did…” he doesn’t want to ask but Jensen seems so uncomfortable that there has to be more to it, “did something happen between the two of you?”
Jensen blinks at him for a few seconds before frowning then opening his mouth in what looks like disbelief, “Jesus, Colin, no it fucking didn’t!” he sounds more angry, now.
The teen is more confused than ever, “Well something obviously went down or you wouldn’t be this jittery,” he snaps, “what am I meant to think?” the hurt look on Jensen’s face makes him wince a little but he tries not to let it show, he needs to know what’s going on.
“Oh, I don’t know, that maybe I could use some support, here!” he says with sarcasm, “I’m trying to be honest with you, I could’ve just said I wanted to come back early and leave it at that, but I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”
Colin’s stomach twists a little guiltily but he pushes it away. He swallows around the lump in his throat, “So be honest, is there something I should I be worried about?”
“No,” Jensen replies straight away, moving around the couch towards Colin and reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder, “baby, I swear, there’s nothing. I’m just so fucking angry with him, that’s all. It shook me up, I didn’t realise how fucked up I still am.”
Colin still doesn’t get it, “You’re gonna have to give me more to go off, man, I’m lost, here.”
Jensen slides his hand up to grip the back of Colin’s neck and it’s like he’s totally conditioned to step into the older man’s body when he does that because he moves without a thought. He feels the kiss Jensen presses to his forehead before his other arm slips around the teen’s waist, “Fuck, I’m not explaining this well, am I?”
Colin leans back so he’s looking at Jensen’s face, “You’re not explaining anything.” he hates how small and young he sounds.
Jensen shakes his head, “Guess I’m not,” he says, quietly, “can we sit?”
Colin nods and the older man leads him towards the kitchen, picking up the coffees and sitting at the table. The teen chooses a seat on the opposite side of it, still not sure what the fuck is going on but not wanting to get too close to Jensen until he has more information, “So?” he asks, taking a sip of coffee even though it’s the last thing he wants, but again it gives him something to do with his hands.
Jensen scrubs a hand over his face then takes a large gulp of his own coffee, letting out a small sound of surprise, “Gingerbread, it’s just right, thanks.” Against his will Colin’s stomach does a little flip at having done something to make Jensen happy, “so anyway, uh, I don’t know where to start. I was trying not to get into something heavy but…” he gestures between them and shakes his head.
“You said the break up was bitter, if that’s the case then what was he going at your parents’ place?”
Jensen tightens his hand around the coffee cup before taking another long drink and swallowing it slowly, obviously searching for the best explanation which does nothing to calm Colin’s nerves, “We got together in high school but we’d been best friends since we were young,” he says, sounding tired, “Josh and Mac grew up with him around, my parents adored him… mom still does. Twenty years, it’s hard to forget that kind of history, ya know?”
Colin silently takes a sip of his own coffee, not knowing what to say. Jensen looks down at the table and the teen can tell it’s because he’s remembering rather avoiding keeping eye contact. The older man starts to tap on the table, a nervous gesture, but it seems to be focussing him so Colin doesn’t stop him even though it starts getting on his nerves almost immediately
“We had fights like any couple but when I went away to college it just got worse. We split up a few times back in high school, once more in my first year at college but we always ended up getting back together. Each time we said if we didn’t make it this go around it’d be the last time...and it was, until the next time.”
Colin’s not sure whether he should speak or just listen but his mouth makes the decision for him, “So why did you keep getting back together if it wasn’t working?”
“I’ve asked myself that so many times. We were friends first, I missed that aspect and it clouded my judgement. Being together was familiar, we had most of the same friends, just easier than making the effort to get to know new people… old habits die hard and all that shit.”
“Did things get better?” he’s proud of how rational he’s sounding even though he feels anything but.
“They did for a while then we just fell back into the same cycle, we’d stop making the effort to be physical or spend time with each other. He’d get jealous… man, so jealous, over the stupidest things. We fought all the damn time and it got to the point we’d both say things just to hurt each other. Rinse and repeat.”
“That’s kinda fucked up, man!” Colin says, softly.
“Tell me about it,” Jensen replies, scrubbing a hand over his face again, “after six years I just couldn’t take it anymore so I called it quits for good. We didn’t speak for months and I knew he thought I didn’t mean it when I say we were finally done,” he looks up at Colin, “it didn’t go down well when I made it clear I wasn’t taking another step back. Even my mom didn’t think I meant it until I finished college and said I wanted to move away as soon as I had all my certifications, then she took notice.”
Colin was trying to figure things out in his head, they’d never really talked about their pasts, hell Jensen doesn’t even know about his dad, yet, but he was almost certain it’s because they both want to focus on the here and now, and the future. It feels right to ask one thing he probably should know by now, albeit in a roundabout way “So, uh, how long before you left?”
“It was a while, I had to put it on hold when my little sister got sick with leukemia. Mom cut down to part time hours at work so I got a job in the local library and bartending to help out financially until Mac got the all clear before went back to studying full time . After that, here I am,” he finishes his coffee then smiled softly at Colin, “I can almost hear the cogs turning in there, kiddo,” he says, tapping the side of his own head, “since you didn’t ask, I’m twenty seven.”
The teen felt himself blush a little and nodded, “OK,” he took another drink of his own coffee, “so how does Jared fit into this?”
“He was always there, helping mom out, taking her to the hospital and stuff. Mac grew up with him around, he’s kinda like another brother to her. It’s like none of them had any idea how hard was for me to be around him after we broke up. It just didn’t feel right,” he rubs his hands together then clasps them in front of him, “I had no idea mom had invited him to the party last night. She thought after being away for a year I’d be comfortable with it… I ripped her a new one for it, I can tell ya. Maybe I was a bit hard on her but she should’ve asked me for fuck’s sake. There he was all friendly, in my personal space, asking about things that don’t concern him, anymore,” he reaches out to Colin and lays a hand over his wrist, rubbing gently with his thumb, “I’m sorry I made this into a bigger deal than it needed to be, man, I really am. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not sure what you want me to say,” Colin replies, honestly, “I’m pretty sure that when an ex asks if you miss them they’re looking for a way back in.”
Jensen’s jaw tenses and he slides his hand to take hold of Colin’s and grip it tight, “I don’t care, ain’t gonna happen, OK? We hurt each other too much, besides, we’re different people… or I know I am, anyway. Life here is good, it’s what I want, especially now I’ve got an extra reason to stay.”
Colin swallows, his heart rate spiking again, “And you’re sure you’re sticking around?” he turns his hand to grip back, grounding himself in the heat of the older man’s touch, “‘cause I’ve kinda got a bit attached like I did with a stray cat when I was six.”
Jensen’s smile is blinding, “I promise you, baby, I’ve never been more sure about anything until…” he puts his other hand on top of Colin’s so he’s cradling it between his own.
“Until?”
“Until you, you moron!” he says, rolling his eyes, “C’mere…” he stands and pulls on Colin’s arm, the teen rising to meet him halfway. He pulls his hand free so he can wrap both arms around Jensen’s waist, feeling the older man cup the back of his neck, the other hand spread out between his shoulder blades. He hums contentedly as he presses a kiss to Colin’s temple, “Mmm, this is what I needed.”
Colin feels a little shaky from the adrenaline spikes his body has been through, as well as the emotions the past half hour so he just holds on tighter, allowing Jensen to gently rock them where they stand. He closes his eyes and basks in the contact. It’s not long before he becomes hyper aware of everything - Jensen’s body heat everywhere they’re touching, skin to skin and through clothes. He can smell the spices from the coffee and warm cinnamon rolls mingled with Jensen’s scent and his cologne, hear both of them breathing and the feel of his heart rate increasing as the older man brushes his lips over Colin’s temple, caressing the nape of his neck. He feels his body getting warmer even as he shivers when Jensen kisses behind his ear and his neck, and he can feel the air getting heavier between them.
He jumps a little when Jensen pulls back, shifting and bending his body until one arm is wrapped around the back of Colin’s thigh and then suddenly the teen is lifted to sit on the edge of the table. He lets out a surprised huff of air and looks up at Jensen who’s moving closer, using the hand around the back of the teen’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Colin goes willingly, sliding one hand around Jensen’s shoulder blade and the other into his hair as they deepen the kiss. It’s slow and tender and he can’t help the moan he lets out when he feels Jensen’s hot tongue gently lap at his bottom lip asking for entry, at the same time he grips Colin’s waist and slides him closer, stepping in between the teen’s legs.
Colin breaks the kiss to come up for a breather but Jensen doesn’t seem to need it from the way he dives back in after the teen’s drawn in only a couple of mouthfuls of air. Jensen’s moaning into the kiss, tongue fucking Colin’s mouth, moving closer, rolling his hips and sliding his hard cock against Colin’s hip. A stronger wave of heat and arousal washes over the teen even as he slides a hand to the middle of Jensen’s chest to push him back, “Need...oxygen,” he pants, letting out a huff of laughter at the whine of protest the older man makes.
Jensen kisses his jaw before moving down his neck then collarbone after he hooks his fingers into the hem of the teen’s t-shirt. He scrapes his teeth over skin, hungry sounds escaping his mouth. He lifts his head back up to look at Colin and his eyes are nearly all pupil, cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, “‘s overrated,” he pants, undoing the top three buttons of the teen’s overshirt.
Colin smirks and raises an eyebrow, “Did you want something?” he teases tone, shifting his hips a little to ease some of the pressure of his jeans where they’re pressing uncomfortably against his hard dick.
The immediate response is Jensen growling in frustration as he fights with more buttons before he steps back and pulls at the bottom of both overshirt and t-shirt, “Get these off,” he says, impatience evident in his voice. Colin lifts his arms and lets the older man strip the shirts, dropping them on the floor, quickly leaning back in for a kiss that’s more tongue and hot breath than lips before running both hands over Colin’s chest. His fingers trace collar bones, pecs, nipples and finally abs and Colin feels like every touch has a direct link to his cock, “So beautiful,” Jensen breathes over his nipple before sucking it into his mouth, circling his tongue around the sensitive nub.
“Fuck!” Colin moans, his hand flying to the back of Jensen’s head to hold him there. The older man sucks harder and it’s stings but Colin’s cock throbs and jerks in response, his body liking the twinge of pain thrown in. Jensen releases his nipples with a slick pop then moves over to the other, repeating the action and Colin can’t help how his hips move, looking for friction. He gets it when Jensen rolls his hips enough for their cocks to briefly press together, “Ah, fuck, Jen, stop teasing and touch me.”
The older man chuckles before standing up straight, cupping the teen’s chin in his left hand, looking him directly in the eyes before he gives his cock a gentle squeeze, releasing him almost immediately, “We’ll get there, sweetheart, I’ve been waiting so long to get back here and I’m gonna take the time to enjoy it while I can.”
Colin reaches for Jensen’s neck, pulling him into another passionate kiss, his tongue tracing every section of the man’s mouth he can reach while he pulls at Jensen’s shirts, “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he pants as he pulls away, watching as they get pulled off and land on the floor with his own. He wastes no time latching onto the man’s neck, the fast thump of the pulse under his tongue telling him Jensen’s not as unaffected by this as he’s making out, “shut up, we can go slow later!” he gasps as his teacher pulls him closer to the edge of the table.
Jensen reaches down to undo Colin’s belt, pulling it out of the loops while he presses kisses to his chest. The teen’s breath hitches as the kisses turn to licks and move lower. Jensen’s tongue draws over his abs while the older man pops the button and pulls the zipper down on Colin’s baggy jeans. The teen’s hands scrabble to Jensen’s waist to do the same, sliding his hand inside to feel the hot hardness of the man’s cock and the damp cotton of his boxers where it clings to the wet head. Jensen’s hips buck and he groans but then grips both of Colin’s wrists, pushing his hands down either side of him on the table.
“Stay!” he says before grabbing the waistband of the teen’s jeans and boxers and tugging, jostling Colin into lifting his hips so they can slide to the ground. Wet kisses to his belly, hips and happy trail have Colin squirming, a low whine escaping his throat as he lifts one hand to Jensen’s head, trying to push him lower, “No,” his lover, growls, taking the hand and putting back on the table, “I said >stay, don’t rush me.”
Colin’s breath catches as Jensen drops to his knees, one hot hand on his bony hip and the other on the inside of the teen’s thigh, encouraging him to spread his legs further apart, “But Jen, please, fuck…” his words trail off into a deep groan as he feels Jensen’s breath ghosting over the tip of his dick.
His lover looks at him with a feral grin on his face, “Oh we’ll get to the fucking, baby boy, but right now I wanna taste you.”
Looking up the long line of Colin’s body from this viewpoint makes Jensen moan. He can already see the teen’s arms shaking a little where he holding himself up, a pink flush and thin sheen of sweat across his chest which is rising and falling with his rapid breaths. His cock is flushed an angry red and dripping wet at the tip, making Jensen moan. He has to palm his own cock where it throbs and aches at the thought of tasting and teasing the teen, hissing at the pressure. He opens his fly to ease the discomfort then goes back to Colin. First he runs his fingers across the lean thigh in front of him before leaning in to kiss the sweaty, musky skin. He moves to the other, licking his way up the inside then the crease. He noses at Colin’s balls, tongue coming out to trace the crease all the way up to the base of his cock, then pulling back.
Colin is gripping the edge of the table with both hands, his head thrown back, eyes closed and he’s panting. He’s gorgeous like this and Jensen’s barely touched him. He smiles to himself as he leans in, blowing on the wetness, watching Colin’s dick twitch. He does it again, getting closer to touching that baby soft skin but stopping just shy of it, looking up at Colin’s face. He sees the second the teen’s patience breaks and lust blown blue eyes are looking down at him, “Jen, please!” he says, voice raw.
Jensen smiles with fake innocence, “Please, what?” he moves close enough to run the tip of his tongue over the slit to collect some of the slick, there, darting back just as the teen’s hips jerk forward. He laughs at the whine that comes from Colin’s throat, “I’m not doing anything,” he draws the words out, raising his hand from the teen’s thigh to stroke his middle finger along the side of his cock with a barely there touch, “until you tell me what you want me to do.”
“You fucker,” Colin raps. He takes in a deep breath, his face going even redder and Jensen tuts.
“If you can’t say it then you shouldn’t be doing it,” he says in his most serious teacher tone and raises an eyebrow. He runs the pad of his middle finger just under the head of Colin’s cock, feeling how hot the skin is but not putting any pressure on it, “say it.”
The teen does his best to glare at him, but knows he’s beaten, “Lick me...suck me, make me come,” he pants out.
As soon as the words leave his lips Jensen moans, reaching to gently hold the thick base of the teen’s cock steady as he runs his tongue over the head, swirling it around and around the hot, delicate flesh until he’s licked up all the pre-come, loving the hitch in Colin’s breath as he does. He closes his eyes to better enjoy the sensation of the spongy head slipping between his lips, humming his contentment as he suckles it, enjoying the strangled moan it draws from the teen. He strokes his tongue under the head as he takes Colin in deeper, his lips stretching around the girth, thicker than he was a couple of months ago, Jensen thinks. He bobs up and down slowly, drawing out as many moans and noises as he can before he lips come into contact with his own fingers at the base. Colin’s sweet, musky smell makes own cock twitch and leak, the wet patch on his boxers getting bigger with his ministrations.
Colin’s hips jerk as Jensen speeds up so he tightens the grip he already has on the boy, shuffling back a little so he doesn’t choke. He uses his other hand to cup and gently tug on Colin’s balls and that has the teen crying out and babbling something Jensen can’t make out through the sound of his own slurping and the thump of his pulse. He loses himself in the glide of his lips over his lover’s cock until Colin’s thighs begin to shake and a hand slides into his hair. Jensen doesn’t have the heart to tell him off for moving, he knows from the grunts and moans and the taste of pre-come on his tongue that his boy is close to coming. He pulls off to look up at his young lover and the sight is so hot that his balls ache with the need to come.
Colin’s face, neck and chest are bright red, now. There’s sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat, and running down his temples, his eyes squeezed tight and his mouth open, cherry red and slack with pleasure, “You...bastard!” he manages to pant, tightening his grip on Jensen’s hair and pulling him back in. The older man goes willingly, moaning as his mouth is filled with cock again, and he taps Colin’s hip encouraging him to move, which he does immediately, erratic thrusts narrated by grunts of ‘ah, ah, ah’ as he gets ever closer. Seconds or minutes later, he’s not sure, and high pitched whines are falling from Colin lips before, “Oh fuck… Jen, gonna…ughhhh!” the last word lost as Jensen’s mouth is flooded with hot come. It splashes onto his tongue, the roof of his mouth and inside of his cheek and he moans, savouring Colin’s salty-sweet-earthy taste as he swallows down everything the teen is giving him without a thought, which is something he rarely does.
As soon as he pulls off he hears a squeaking sound as Colin’s sweat slick hand slips on the table and the teen lets himself flop down on it, drawing in rattling lungfuls of air. Jensen is already kicking off his jeans and boxers even as he reaches out and pulls Colin up by one arm, slotting them together so his cock is riding the teen’s hip, chasing his own orgasm. His boy is still trembling but he throws a sweaty arm around Jensen’s neck, pulling him close and kissing deep and hot with what breath he has left. He pulls back and opens his eyes to look at his teacher, fucked out, half dazed and his voice is raw and gritty as he croaks, “Mess me up, Jen, come on, do it,” and Jensen’s done for. He thrusts three more times, Colin’s large hand gripping his ass cheek and pulling him closer before he spills all over his boy’s hip, covering both of their stomachs and Colin’s chest with wet, sticky heat.
The teen kisses him again, slow and languid as their breath returns to normal, hands tracing patterns over his back and shoulders while Jensen brushes a clump of hair from Colin’s sweaty forehead. They eventually have to move before they get stuck together but before they do Jensen looks deep into his lover’s eyes and can’t keep the goofy grin off his face, “You’ve destroyed my cinnamon rolls, you know that, right?”
Colin bursts out laughing, head thrown back and shoulders shaking. Jensen laughs himself and pushes up, grabs a t-shirt and starts cleaning them off before he pulls on his boxers. Suddenly the teen’s head snaps up. At first he thinks there’s something wrong but his boy is still smiling, a twinkle in his eyes, “Christmas presents!” he announces, leaving the older man confused for a moment, “We didn’t exchange them, I brought yours with me!”
Jensen laughs at Colin’s excitement and shakes his head as he watches as the teen puts his boxers and overshirt back on, stoops to pick his backpack from the side of table and takes Jensen’s hand, pulling him into the living room.
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Pairing: Supernatural RPS, Jensen/Colin Ford (with past J2)
Rating: Overall NC-17
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my filthy thoughts
Warnings/kinks: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic), age difference, student/teacher relationship
Summary: Six months ago Jensen made the decision to make a new start after a bad break up, and now he finds himself not in his native Texas, but in Nashville, Tennessee, completely alone for the first time in his life. He’s the new English teacher at school where he meets Colin, the kid who makes an impression on him in more ways than one! ;)
A/N: More angst, some history and yeah, more smut!
Colin’s breath catches in his throat before it suddenly speeds up, his mouth going dry and his heart thumping. He feels Jensen squeeze his hand tighter but the teen is frozen, terrified of what this conversation is going to bring. After a few seconds of the older man looking at him with concern Colin swallows, trying to appear aloof, “You’ve never mentioned him, before,” he says and his voice is somewhat steady at best. Jensen nods but says nothing, he looks like he’s having a panic of his own, “what...what happened that made you need to leave?”
Jensen closes his eyes, briefly, wetting his lips in a way that Colin would normally find distracting but right now it’s making him more worried, “He just…” the older man turns to him and puts his hand on Colin’s thigh, the heat seeping through his jeans, “showed up out of the blue.”
“And?” his voice sounding small even to himself, “What happened, Jen?”
His lover releases his hand and looks away, down at the ground for what could be a few seconds or minutes, it’s hard to tell through the building panic, “Nothing, really,” he shakes his head, frown deepening, “he just pissed me off, ya know? He had no right to just turn up like that,” his tone is clipped and there’s something in his voice that Colin doesn’t recognise. Jensen looks back up with what appears to be an apologetic look on his features and the teen feels a cold trickle of fear inch down his spine. “He just waltzed in like no time had passed, fucking hugging my family like he still fits in there.”
“Why would he do that?” Colin asks, feeling again like he’s missing something.
The older man stands and starts pacing the room, “Because he’s a dick! Then he had the nerve... ” Jensen pinches the bridge of his nose, giving away his stress. He drops his head back and lets out a frustrated noise, “to ask about my life here, wanted to know how I was doing, like we were just old friends catching up,” he looks back at Colin, “he asked if I was seeing anyone... if I was missing him!” the last words are kind of hissed out and the teen doesn’t know he feels about that.
Colin stands and walks around the back of the sofa, putting it between them and gripping the back of the cushions to have something to do with his hands, “And do you?” he all but demans, unable to keep his voice from wavering.
“What?” Jensen says, incredulouly, “Why the fuck would I? We had a … bitter break up. I moved here to get away from all the shit that happened back there.”
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at, here, Jen, what are you trying to tell me? Did…” he doesn’t want to ask but Jensen seems so uncomfortable that there has to be more to it, “did something happen between the two of you?”
Jensen blinks at him for a few seconds before frowning then opening his mouth in what looks like disbelief, “Jesus, Colin, no it fucking didn’t!” he sounds more angry, now.
The teen is more confused than ever, “Well something obviously went down or you wouldn’t be this jittery,” he snaps, “what am I meant to think?” the hurt look on Jensen’s face makes him wince a little but he tries not to let it show, he needs to know what’s going on.
“Oh, I don’t know, that maybe I could use some support, here!” he says with sarcasm, “I’m trying to be honest with you, I could’ve just said I wanted to come back early and leave it at that, but I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”
Colin’s stomach twists a little guiltily but he pushes it away. He swallows around the lump in his throat, “So be honest, is there something I should I be worried about?”
“No,” Jensen replies straight away, moving around the couch towards Colin and reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder, “baby, I swear, there’s nothing. I’m just so fucking angry with him, that’s all. It shook me up, I didn’t realise how fucked up I still am.”
Colin still doesn’t get it, “You’re gonna have to give me more to go off, man, I’m lost, here.”
Jensen slides his hand up to grip the back of Colin’s neck and it’s like he’s totally conditioned to step into the older man’s body when he does that because he moves without a thought. He feels the kiss Jensen presses to his forehead before his other arm slips around the teen’s waist, “Fuck, I’m not explaining this well, am I?”
Colin leans back so he’s looking at Jensen’s face, “You’re not explaining anything.” he hates how small and young he sounds.
Jensen shakes his head, “Guess I’m not,” he says, quietly, “can we sit?”
Colin nods and the older man leads him towards the kitchen, picking up the coffees and sitting at the table. The teen chooses a seat on the opposite side of it, still not sure what the fuck is going on but not wanting to get too close to Jensen until he has more information, “So?” he asks, taking a sip of coffee even though it’s the last thing he wants, but again it gives him something to do with his hands.
Jensen scrubs a hand over his face then takes a large gulp of his own coffee, letting out a small sound of surprise, “Gingerbread, it’s just right, thanks.” Against his will Colin’s stomach does a little flip at having done something to make Jensen happy, “so anyway, uh, I don’t know where to start. I was trying not to get into something heavy but…” he gestures between them and shakes his head.
“You said the break up was bitter, if that’s the case then what was he going at your parents’ place?”
Jensen tightens his hand around the coffee cup before taking another long drink and swallowing it slowly, obviously searching for the best explanation which does nothing to calm Colin’s nerves, “We got together in high school but we’d been best friends since we were young,” he says, sounding tired, “Josh and Mac grew up with him around, my parents adored him… mom still does. Twenty years, it’s hard to forget that kind of history, ya know?”
Colin silently takes a sip of his own coffee, not knowing what to say. Jensen looks down at the table and the teen can tell it’s because he’s remembering rather avoiding keeping eye contact. The older man starts to tap on the table, a nervous gesture, but it seems to be focussing him so Colin doesn’t stop him even though it starts getting on his nerves almost immediately
“We had fights like any couple but when I went away to college it just got worse. We split up a few times back in high school, once more in my first year at college but we always ended up getting back together. Each time we said if we didn’t make it this go around it’d be the last time...and it was, until the next time.”
Colin’s not sure whether he should speak or just listen but his mouth makes the decision for him, “So why did you keep getting back together if it wasn’t working?”
“I’ve asked myself that so many times. We were friends first, I missed that aspect and it clouded my judgement. Being together was familiar, we had most of the same friends, just easier than making the effort to get to know new people… old habits die hard and all that shit.”
“Did things get better?” he’s proud of how rational he’s sounding even though he feels anything but.
“They did for a while then we just fell back into the same cycle, we’d stop making the effort to be physical or spend time with each other. He’d get jealous… man, so jealous, over the stupidest things. We fought all the damn time and it got to the point we’d both say things just to hurt each other. Rinse and repeat.”
“That’s kinda fucked up, man!” Colin says, softly.
“Tell me about it,” Jensen replies, scrubbing a hand over his face again, “after six years I just couldn’t take it anymore so I called it quits for good. We didn’t speak for months and I knew he thought I didn’t mean it when I say we were finally done,” he looks up at Colin, “it didn’t go down well when I made it clear I wasn’t taking another step back. Even my mom didn’t think I meant it until I finished college and said I wanted to move away as soon as I had all my certifications, then she took notice.”
Colin was trying to figure things out in his head, they’d never really talked about their pasts, hell Jensen doesn’t even know about his dad, yet, but he was almost certain it’s because they both want to focus on the here and now, and the future. It feels right to ask one thing he probably should know by now, albeit in a roundabout way “So, uh, how long before you left?”
“It was a while, I had to put it on hold when my little sister got sick with leukemia. Mom cut down to part time hours at work so I got a job in the local library and bartending to help out financially until Mac got the all clear before went back to studying full time . After that, here I am,” he finishes his coffee then smiled softly at Colin, “I can almost hear the cogs turning in there, kiddo,” he says, tapping the side of his own head, “since you didn’t ask, I’m twenty seven.”
The teen felt himself blush a little and nodded, “OK,” he took another drink of his own coffee, “so how does Jared fit into this?”
“He was always there, helping mom out, taking her to the hospital and stuff. Mac grew up with him around, he’s kinda like another brother to her. It’s like none of them had any idea how hard was for me to be around him after we broke up. It just didn’t feel right,” he rubs his hands together then clasps them in front of him, “I had no idea mom had invited him to the party last night. She thought after being away for a year I’d be comfortable with it… I ripped her a new one for it, I can tell ya. Maybe I was a bit hard on her but she should’ve asked me for fuck’s sake. There he was all friendly, in my personal space, asking about things that don’t concern him, anymore,” he reaches out to Colin and lays a hand over his wrist, rubbing gently with his thumb, “I’m sorry I made this into a bigger deal than it needed to be, man, I really am. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not sure what you want me to say,” Colin replies, honestly, “I’m pretty sure that when an ex asks if you miss them they’re looking for a way back in.”
Jensen’s jaw tenses and he slides his hand to take hold of Colin’s and grip it tight, “I don’t care, ain’t gonna happen, OK? We hurt each other too much, besides, we’re different people… or I know I am, anyway. Life here is good, it’s what I want, especially now I’ve got an extra reason to stay.”
Colin swallows, his heart rate spiking again, “And you’re sure you’re sticking around?” he turns his hand to grip back, grounding himself in the heat of the older man’s touch, “‘cause I’ve kinda got a bit attached like I did with a stray cat when I was six.”
Jensen’s smile is blinding, “I promise you, baby, I’ve never been more sure about anything until…” he puts his other hand on top of Colin’s so he’s cradling it between his own.
“Until?”
“Until you, you moron!” he says, rolling his eyes, “C’mere…” he stands and pulls on Colin’s arm, the teen rising to meet him halfway. He pulls his hand free so he can wrap both arms around Jensen’s waist, feeling the older man cup the back of his neck, the other hand spread out between his shoulder blades. He hums contentedly as he presses a kiss to Colin’s temple, “Mmm, this is what I needed.”
Colin feels a little shaky from the adrenaline spikes his body has been through, as well as the emotions the past half hour so he just holds on tighter, allowing Jensen to gently rock them where they stand. He closes his eyes and basks in the contact. It’s not long before he becomes hyper aware of everything - Jensen’s body heat everywhere they’re touching, skin to skin and through clothes. He can smell the spices from the coffee and warm cinnamon rolls mingled with Jensen’s scent and his cologne, hear both of them breathing and the feel of his heart rate increasing as the older man brushes his lips over Colin’s temple, caressing the nape of his neck. He feels his body getting warmer even as he shivers when Jensen kisses behind his ear and his neck, and he can feel the air getting heavier between them.
He jumps a little when Jensen pulls back, shifting and bending his body until one arm is wrapped around the back of Colin’s thigh and then suddenly the teen is lifted to sit on the edge of the table. He lets out a surprised huff of air and looks up at Jensen who’s moving closer, using the hand around the back of the teen’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Colin goes willingly, sliding one hand around Jensen’s shoulder blade and the other into his hair as they deepen the kiss. It’s slow and tender and he can’t help the moan he lets out when he feels Jensen’s hot tongue gently lap at his bottom lip asking for entry, at the same time he grips Colin’s waist and slides him closer, stepping in between the teen’s legs.
Colin breaks the kiss to come up for a breather but Jensen doesn’t seem to need it from the way he dives back in after the teen’s drawn in only a couple of mouthfuls of air. Jensen’s moaning into the kiss, tongue fucking Colin’s mouth, moving closer, rolling his hips and sliding his hard cock against Colin’s hip. A stronger wave of heat and arousal washes over the teen even as he slides a hand to the middle of Jensen’s chest to push him back, “Need...oxygen,” he pants, letting out a huff of laughter at the whine of protest the older man makes.
Jensen kisses his jaw before moving down his neck then collarbone after he hooks his fingers into the hem of the teen’s t-shirt. He scrapes his teeth over skin, hungry sounds escaping his mouth. He lifts his head back up to look at Colin and his eyes are nearly all pupil, cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, “‘s overrated,” he pants, undoing the top three buttons of the teen’s overshirt.
Colin smirks and raises an eyebrow, “Did you want something?” he teases tone, shifting his hips a little to ease some of the pressure of his jeans where they’re pressing uncomfortably against his hard dick.
The immediate response is Jensen growling in frustration as he fights with more buttons before he steps back and pulls at the bottom of both overshirt and t-shirt, “Get these off,” he says, impatience evident in his voice. Colin lifts his arms and lets the older man strip the shirts, dropping them on the floor, quickly leaning back in for a kiss that’s more tongue and hot breath than lips before running both hands over Colin’s chest. His fingers trace collar bones, pecs, nipples and finally abs and Colin feels like every touch has a direct link to his cock, “So beautiful,” Jensen breathes over his nipple before sucking it into his mouth, circling his tongue around the sensitive nub.
“Fuck!” Colin moans, his hand flying to the back of Jensen’s head to hold him there. The older man sucks harder and it’s stings but Colin’s cock throbs and jerks in response, his body liking the twinge of pain thrown in. Jensen releases his nipples with a slick pop then moves over to the other, repeating the action and Colin can’t help how his hips move, looking for friction. He gets it when Jensen rolls his hips enough for their cocks to briefly press together, “Ah, fuck, Jen, stop teasing and touch me.”
The older man chuckles before standing up straight, cupping the teen’s chin in his left hand, looking him directly in the eyes before he gives his cock a gentle squeeze, releasing him almost immediately, “We’ll get there, sweetheart, I’ve been waiting so long to get back here and I’m gonna take the time to enjoy it while I can.”
Colin reaches for Jensen’s neck, pulling him into another passionate kiss, his tongue tracing every section of the man’s mouth he can reach while he pulls at Jensen’s shirts, “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he pants as he pulls away, watching as they get pulled off and land on the floor with his own. He wastes no time latching onto the man’s neck, the fast thump of the pulse under his tongue telling him Jensen’s not as unaffected by this as he’s making out, “shut up, we can go slow later!” he gasps as his teacher pulls him closer to the edge of the table.
Jensen reaches down to undo Colin’s belt, pulling it out of the loops while he presses kisses to his chest. The teen’s breath hitches as the kisses turn to licks and move lower. Jensen’s tongue draws over his abs while the older man pops the button and pulls the zipper down on Colin’s baggy jeans. The teen’s hands scrabble to Jensen’s waist to do the same, sliding his hand inside to feel the hot hardness of the man’s cock and the damp cotton of his boxers where it clings to the wet head. Jensen’s hips buck and he groans but then grips both of Colin’s wrists, pushing his hands down either side of him on the table.
“Stay!” he says before grabbing the waistband of the teen’s jeans and boxers and tugging, jostling Colin into lifting his hips so they can slide to the ground. Wet kisses to his belly, hips and happy trail have Colin squirming, a low whine escaping his throat as he lifts one hand to Jensen’s head, trying to push him lower, “No,” his lover, growls, taking the hand and putting back on the table, “I said >stay, don’t rush me.”
Colin’s breath catches as Jensen drops to his knees, one hot hand on his bony hip and the other on the inside of the teen’s thigh, encouraging him to spread his legs further apart, “But Jen, please, fuck…” his words trail off into a deep groan as he feels Jensen’s breath ghosting over the tip of his dick.
His lover looks at him with a feral grin on his face, “Oh we’ll get to the fucking, baby boy, but right now I wanna taste you.”
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Looking up the long line of Colin’s body from this viewpoint makes Jensen moan. He can already see the teen’s arms shaking a little where he holding himself up, a pink flush and thin sheen of sweat across his chest which is rising and falling with his rapid breaths. His cock is flushed an angry red and dripping wet at the tip, making Jensen moan. He has to palm his own cock where it throbs and aches at the thought of tasting and teasing the teen, hissing at the pressure. He opens his fly to ease the discomfort then goes back to Colin. First he runs his fingers across the lean thigh in front of him before leaning in to kiss the sweaty, musky skin. He moves to the other, licking his way up the inside then the crease. He noses at Colin’s balls, tongue coming out to trace the crease all the way up to the base of his cock, then pulling back.
Colin is gripping the edge of the table with both hands, his head thrown back, eyes closed and he’s panting. He’s gorgeous like this and Jensen’s barely touched him. He smiles to himself as he leans in, blowing on the wetness, watching Colin’s dick twitch. He does it again, getting closer to touching that baby soft skin but stopping just shy of it, looking up at Colin’s face. He sees the second the teen’s patience breaks and lust blown blue eyes are looking down at him, “Jen, please!” he says, voice raw.
Jensen smiles with fake innocence, “Please, what?” he moves close enough to run the tip of his tongue over the slit to collect some of the slick, there, darting back just as the teen’s hips jerk forward. He laughs at the whine that comes from Colin’s throat, “I’m not doing anything,” he draws the words out, raising his hand from the teen’s thigh to stroke his middle finger along the side of his cock with a barely there touch, “until you tell me what you want me to do.”
“You fucker,” Colin raps. He takes in a deep breath, his face going even redder and Jensen tuts.
“If you can’t say it then you shouldn’t be doing it,” he says in his most serious teacher tone and raises an eyebrow. He runs the pad of his middle finger just under the head of Colin’s cock, feeling how hot the skin is but not putting any pressure on it, “say it.”
The teen does his best to glare at him, but knows he’s beaten, “Lick me...suck me, make me come,” he pants out.
As soon as the words leave his lips Jensen moans, reaching to gently hold the thick base of the teen’s cock steady as he runs his tongue over the head, swirling it around and around the hot, delicate flesh until he’s licked up all the pre-come, loving the hitch in Colin’s breath as he does. He closes his eyes to better enjoy the sensation of the spongy head slipping between his lips, humming his contentment as he suckles it, enjoying the strangled moan it draws from the teen. He strokes his tongue under the head as he takes Colin in deeper, his lips stretching around the girth, thicker than he was a couple of months ago, Jensen thinks. He bobs up and down slowly, drawing out as many moans and noises as he can before he lips come into contact with his own fingers at the base. Colin’s sweet, musky smell makes own cock twitch and leak, the wet patch on his boxers getting bigger with his ministrations.
Colin’s hips jerk as Jensen speeds up so he tightens the grip he already has on the boy, shuffling back a little so he doesn’t choke. He uses his other hand to cup and gently tug on Colin’s balls and that has the teen crying out and babbling something Jensen can’t make out through the sound of his own slurping and the thump of his pulse. He loses himself in the glide of his lips over his lover’s cock until Colin’s thighs begin to shake and a hand slides into his hair. Jensen doesn’t have the heart to tell him off for moving, he knows from the grunts and moans and the taste of pre-come on his tongue that his boy is close to coming. He pulls off to look up at his young lover and the sight is so hot that his balls ache with the need to come.
Colin’s face, neck and chest are bright red, now. There’s sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat, and running down his temples, his eyes squeezed tight and his mouth open, cherry red and slack with pleasure, “You...bastard!” he manages to pant, tightening his grip on Jensen’s hair and pulling him back in. The older man goes willingly, moaning as his mouth is filled with cock again, and he taps Colin’s hip encouraging him to move, which he does immediately, erratic thrusts narrated by grunts of ‘ah, ah, ah’ as he gets ever closer. Seconds or minutes later, he’s not sure, and high pitched whines are falling from Colin lips before, “Oh fuck… Jen, gonna…ughhhh!” the last word lost as Jensen’s mouth is flooded with hot come. It splashes onto his tongue, the roof of his mouth and inside of his cheek and he moans, savouring Colin’s salty-sweet-earthy taste as he swallows down everything the teen is giving him without a thought, which is something he rarely does.
As soon as he pulls off he hears a squeaking sound as Colin’s sweat slick hand slips on the table and the teen lets himself flop down on it, drawing in rattling lungfuls of air. Jensen is already kicking off his jeans and boxers even as he reaches out and pulls Colin up by one arm, slotting them together so his cock is riding the teen’s hip, chasing his own orgasm. His boy is still trembling but he throws a sweaty arm around Jensen’s neck, pulling him close and kissing deep and hot with what breath he has left. He pulls back and opens his eyes to look at his teacher, fucked out, half dazed and his voice is raw and gritty as he croaks, “Mess me up, Jen, come on, do it,” and Jensen’s done for. He thrusts three more times, Colin’s large hand gripping his ass cheek and pulling him closer before he spills all over his boy’s hip, covering both of their stomachs and Colin’s chest with wet, sticky heat.
The teen kisses him again, slow and languid as their breath returns to normal, hands tracing patterns over his back and shoulders while Jensen brushes a clump of hair from Colin’s sweaty forehead. They eventually have to move before they get stuck together but before they do Jensen looks deep into his lover’s eyes and can’t keep the goofy grin off his face, “You’ve destroyed my cinnamon rolls, you know that, right?”
Colin bursts out laughing, head thrown back and shoulders shaking. Jensen laughs himself and pushes up, grabs a t-shirt and starts cleaning them off before he pulls on his boxers. Suddenly the teen’s head snaps up. At first he thinks there’s something wrong but his boy is still smiling, a twinkle in his eyes, “Christmas presents!” he announces, leaving the older man confused for a moment, “We didn’t exchange them, I brought yours with me!”
Jensen laughs at Colin’s excitement and shakes his head as he watches as the teen puts his boxers and overshirt back on, stoops to pick his backpack from the side of table and takes Jensen’s hand, pulling him into the living room.
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