Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 1/?
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: There are numerous Harry Potter references in here, it helps if you know what they are but not essential - you just need to know that there's a common interest between Jensen and Colin.
My description of Colin is based off this picture.
Jensen checks his watch for probably the tenth time that morning since he arrived at school. He’s always full of nervous excitement for the first week back, what with the nagging doubts that he’s not prepared enough in his lesson plans as well as the uncertainty of what the new intake of students will bring. This time it’s especially nerve wracking because it’s his new school, too. Six months ago he made the decision to make a brand 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 startles a little as the bell rings before picking up the pens from his desk, making his way to stand in front of the white board, “C’mon guys, that bell means class is starting!” he says over the noise of talking and laughing as the teens filter in. The last few stragglers are making their way in as the second bell rings and they hurry to take their places, the room’s noise level lowering almost instantly. While he waits for them to settle he turns to the whiteboard, writing his name on it in blue pen. As soon as his back is turned some of kids start talking again, “Alright, settle down,” he says with a little more force but without being harsh sounding like some of his old teachers. There’s groans from around the room but eventually they stop talking and face the front.
“OK, let’s get started. I’m,” he turns his body half towards the board and using two fingers to indicate the writing on it, “Mr. Ackles and I’m your new English teacher...” his introduction is interrupted by a latecomer simultaneously knocking on, and opening the classroom door. Jensen turns his head sideways to acknowledge them.
“Sorry I’m late, Sir,” the teen says, looking sheepish and offering a half smile.
Jensen can feel his breath catch a little, involuntarily, at the sight before him. It’s impossible not to notice that the kid is hot, despite only being in the ninth grade - tall with tousled brown hair, slim but even with a baggy overshirt it’s clear there are broadening shoulders under there, a long, smooth neck, emphasised by a black cord with a pendant on it, and sinful, plump pink lips that could drive a person wild given the chance. The teacher knows he shouldn’t see that, but when it’s staring him right in the face with those apologetic and gorgeous baby blues like this, logic goes out of the window. He swallows before speaking, “I’ll let you off this time, but don’t make a habit of it,” he says, trying to keep his voice even, “Mr…?”
The kid’s smile gets bigger and he looks relieved, “Ford,” he offers, “Colin Ford.”
“OK then, Mr Ford, take a seat, please,” he briefly watches as the teen goes halfway across the room to several empty desks before turning his attention back to the rest of the class, “now as I was about to say, it’s the start of the semester and some of us are new so we’re going to do small icebreaker to get to know each other a little,” there are protesting noises from around the room but he ignores them, “I want you to get into pairs, not with someone you’re already sat next to. You have ten minutes to find out a couple of smalls fact about each other and then you’ll all take a turn telling us about your partner.”
He sets a timer on his phone and places it on his desk before looking around the room as most of the students reluctantly move seats and start talking, many throwing dirty looks his way. His eyes skim back to where Colin was and sees he’s still sat there alone. Something about that makes Jensen a little sad, the teen has made no move to join the rest of the class and nobody has moved to him. Jensen has another look around the room, taking a quick head count and sees that there’s an uneven number of kids, “Shit!” he murmurs as he steps towards Colin.
“This so lame,” he hears the teen grumble, casting a disapproving look over to his classmates, “I bet they don’t have to do this at Hogwarts,” he adds in a whisper but Jensen catches it and smiles to himself. Colin looks a little startled when Jensen approaches him, fidgeting a little in his seat as he watches his teacher perch on the desk opposite his, “I can put you in a three if you like?” Jensen offers but the teen shakes his head, “Well it looks like you and I are going to get a little more familiar, then.” No sooner has he spoken when Jensen mentally kicks himself at his choice of words, but Colin doesn’t seem to have noticed.
The teen looks somewhere between nervous and bored, “Fine, so what are we supposed to share?”, his eyes cast down when he’s finished speaking.
“Anything you like,” Jensen shrugs, “but you could start,” he reaches out and picks up the battered copy of a book someone’s left on the next desk, not looking at what it is and holding it out to Colin, “by turning to page 394.”
The teen’s head snaps up, a puzzled yet amused look on his face, “What did you say?”
Jensen places the book in front of Colin, tapping on the cover, “I said you could turn to page 394. I mean it could be a load of crap on that page, I’m no Professor Snape but he’s a Slytherin so what does he know?”, he says with a small wink and a smirk. Colin’s face lights up for a second, then he looks down at the desk again, a blush spreading across his cheeks, and Jensen’s heart melts a little at how adorable that is.
“Uh, you probably think it’s lame to like Harry Potter at my age, but the later books are much more mature,” he says, his shoulders stiffening a little. The blush is slowly fading and Colin’s eyes meet his in an almost defiant way, as if daring his teacher to contradict him.
“I don’t think it’s lame at all,” Jensen replies, “if that was the case then I wouldn’t have,” he looks over at the other kids for a moment then back at Colin, leaning forward and lowering his voice in a stage whisper, “two copies of each book at home, would I?” The teen laughs out loud, quickly covering it with his hand, but the smile reaches his eyes. Jensen’s stomach wobbles a little at that, Pull yourself together, Ackles.
Colin eyes him suspiciously, “You’re just saying that to get me to talk, aren’t you?”
The man can’t help but laugh a little, “Well actually it tells me some things about you already, which was the point of this whole exercise. Come on, let’s get on with it,” he looks down at the kid’s clothes, a dark grey v-neck t-shirt with a red and black chequered shirt hung loose over it. Jensen allows himself only a couple of seconds to take in the glorious sight of the pulse throbbing in Colin’s neck, “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that you’re a Gryffindor, right?”
For a long time Colin says nothing but eventually nods. He looks into Jensen’s eyes, then copying his teacher’s actions, runs his eyes over the body in front of him. It makes Jensen a little uncomfortable to be under such scrutiny, but he guesses that’s his own guilt at looking at Colin in appropriate way. Eventually, Colin folds his arms across his chest, tipping his chin towards Jensen, “That’s not a local accent, where are you from?”
Impressed, the older man nods, “Good catch, I’m from Dallas. What else?”
Colin’s look turns a little more pensive before he motions towards Jensen, “Blue pen on the board, blue tie...Ravenclaw, then?” he waits for the response, eyebrow raising as Jensen nods, “Figures, you being a teacher and all.”
They both jump when the phone alarm sounds, as do many of the other students. Jensen goes to his desk and shuts off the alarm, double checking that he had in fact set it for ten minutes and not five because that felt very quick, but that’s what the display says. Time flies when you’re having fun or being a perv!, his mind supplies. With a small shrug he locks his phone before sliding it into his pocket.
“Who wants to go first?”, nobody answers, the majority of the teens avoiding his gaze. He’s hoping he won’t have to pick someone out but with the silence stretching on he may not have a choice. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can, someone clears their throat. He follows the sound and sees Colin with his hand half raised, “Good, thank you, Colin, come on up here,” the teen’s face drops and he looks like he’s about to face a firing squad, “it’s OK, everyone’s going to have to do it.”
Colin’s mouth opens and closes several times, nothing coming out, until finally he lets out a resigned sigh and makes his way towards the front. The scared look on his face makes Jensen nervous for him so he reaches up and pats his shoulder, smiling and giving him an encouraging nod, “This is Mr. Ackles,” the teen says in a quiet voice, “he’s from Dallas,” he looks to Jensen and the man feels the smile spread on his face, and Colin returns it, nervously, “Um, he likes the colour blue, he’s really smart and… well, he seems like a cool guy, y’know for a teacher!” He speeds up for the last part, then presses his lips together as if to indicate saying nothing more.
Jensen smiles, feeling a sense of pride towards his new student, “That’s great, Colin, it takes a lot to stand up in front of a group of people like this,” he looks around at the others, frowning when he hears a ‘teacher’s pet’ from someone at the back, “ OK, so, young Mr Ford here is clearly brave for going first out of the whole class. I’m pretty sure if he had to choose between a lion and a tiger, it’d be the former; and I can tell you that he has excellent taste in British literature!”
Colin starts to blush again, mumbling something Jensen doesn’t catch as he heads off to sit back down. The older man turns back to the class, “Right, who’s next?”
Before he knows it, Jensen’s learned a little about each of the students even though it’ll be another couple of weeks before he’s used to everyone’s names and figured out what their level of interest or aptitude for English is. The bell rings and within seconds the room is filled with noise as the kids leave, then near silence as the door shuts after they’ve all gone out into the corridor. He sits in his and takes a long drink of water from the bottle on his desk, then jumps when he hears a chair scuff the floor on the other side of the room, “Jesus, I didn’t realise anyone was left!” he clutches his chest and lets out a small laugh, he’s embarrassed he was taken by surprise.
“Sorry,” Colin says, that sheepish look back on his face, “I like to wait until they’ve all gone.”
“Why’s that? Don’t you want to get in the lunch queue with your friends before it gets too busy?”
Colin shrugs, sliding the strap of his backpack back onto his shoulder where it’s slipped off, “Nah, I bring my own lunch. I usually go somewhere quiet and read.”
“Well as an English teacher I approve of the reading, obviously,” Jensen says with a smile, but something’s off with the teen, he can tell, “do your friends like to read, too?”
Colin shakes his head, “I don’t really have many, people tend to keep away when they find out...” as soon as the words leave his mouth it’s obvious he hadn’t intended for them to come out, “I mean, I don’t like people all that much,” he backtracks, shrugging and letting out a laugh that’s not even close to being genuine, “anyway, I gotta go, see you next time!”
As Jensen watches him leave, two things cross his mind - first that he feels immediate concern that this kid is obviously intelligent and has a good heart yet seems to be a loner and so down on himself; and secondly that Colin’s shirt is caught under his backpack, giving anyone behind him a perfect view of slim fitting jeans over long, slender legs and a firm looking ass that makes Jensen’s body temperature rise.
He lets his head fall back and lets out a long sigh of frustration into his classroom. This is going to be a very tough semester.
Chapter 2
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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: There are numerous Harry Potter references in here, it helps if you know what they are but not essential - you just need to know that there's a common interest between Jensen and Colin.
My description of Colin is based off this picture.
Jensen checks his watch for probably the tenth time that morning since he arrived at school. He’s always full of nervous excitement for the first week back, what with the nagging doubts that he’s not prepared enough in his lesson plans as well as the uncertainty of what the new intake of students will bring. This time it’s especially nerve wracking because it’s his new school, too. Six months ago he made the decision to make a brand 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 startles a little as the bell rings before picking up the pens from his desk, making his way to stand in front of the white board, “C’mon guys, that bell means class is starting!” he says over the noise of talking and laughing as the teens filter in. The last few stragglers are making their way in as the second bell rings and they hurry to take their places, the room’s noise level lowering almost instantly. While he waits for them to settle he turns to the whiteboard, writing his name on it in blue pen. As soon as his back is turned some of kids start talking again, “Alright, settle down,” he says with a little more force but without being harsh sounding like some of his old teachers. There’s groans from around the room but eventually they stop talking and face the front.
“OK, let’s get started. I’m,” he turns his body half towards the board and using two fingers to indicate the writing on it, “Mr. Ackles and I’m your new English teacher...” his introduction is interrupted by a latecomer simultaneously knocking on, and opening the classroom door. Jensen turns his head sideways to acknowledge them.
“Sorry I’m late, Sir,” the teen says, looking sheepish and offering a half smile.
Jensen can feel his breath catch a little, involuntarily, at the sight before him. It’s impossible not to notice that the kid is hot, despite only being in the ninth grade - tall with tousled brown hair, slim but even with a baggy overshirt it’s clear there are broadening shoulders under there, a long, smooth neck, emphasised by a black cord with a pendant on it, and sinful, plump pink lips that could drive a person wild given the chance. The teacher knows he shouldn’t see that, but when it’s staring him right in the face with those apologetic and gorgeous baby blues like this, logic goes out of the window. He swallows before speaking, “I’ll let you off this time, but don’t make a habit of it,” he says, trying to keep his voice even, “Mr…?”
The kid’s smile gets bigger and he looks relieved, “Ford,” he offers, “Colin Ford.”
“OK then, Mr Ford, take a seat, please,” he briefly watches as the teen goes halfway across the room to several empty desks before turning his attention back to the rest of the class, “now as I was about to say, it’s the start of the semester and some of us are new so we’re going to do small icebreaker to get to know each other a little,” there are protesting noises from around the room but he ignores them, “I want you to get into pairs, not with someone you’re already sat next to. You have ten minutes to find out a couple of smalls fact about each other and then you’ll all take a turn telling us about your partner.”
He sets a timer on his phone and places it on his desk before looking around the room as most of the students reluctantly move seats and start talking, many throwing dirty looks his way. His eyes skim back to where Colin was and sees he’s still sat there alone. Something about that makes Jensen a little sad, the teen has made no move to join the rest of the class and nobody has moved to him. Jensen has another look around the room, taking a quick head count and sees that there’s an uneven number of kids, “Shit!” he murmurs as he steps towards Colin.
“This so lame,” he hears the teen grumble, casting a disapproving look over to his classmates, “I bet they don’t have to do this at Hogwarts,” he adds in a whisper but Jensen catches it and smiles to himself. Colin looks a little startled when Jensen approaches him, fidgeting a little in his seat as he watches his teacher perch on the desk opposite his, “I can put you in a three if you like?” Jensen offers but the teen shakes his head, “Well it looks like you and I are going to get a little more familiar, then.” No sooner has he spoken when Jensen mentally kicks himself at his choice of words, but Colin doesn’t seem to have noticed.
The teen looks somewhere between nervous and bored, “Fine, so what are we supposed to share?”, his eyes cast down when he’s finished speaking.
“Anything you like,” Jensen shrugs, “but you could start,” he reaches out and picks up the battered copy of a book someone’s left on the next desk, not looking at what it is and holding it out to Colin, “by turning to page 394.”
The teen’s head snaps up, a puzzled yet amused look on his face, “What did you say?”
Jensen places the book in front of Colin, tapping on the cover, “I said you could turn to page 394. I mean it could be a load of crap on that page, I’m no Professor Snape but he’s a Slytherin so what does he know?”, he says with a small wink and a smirk. Colin’s face lights up for a second, then he looks down at the desk again, a blush spreading across his cheeks, and Jensen’s heart melts a little at how adorable that is.
“Uh, you probably think it’s lame to like Harry Potter at my age, but the later books are much more mature,” he says, his shoulders stiffening a little. The blush is slowly fading and Colin’s eyes meet his in an almost defiant way, as if daring his teacher to contradict him.
“I don’t think it’s lame at all,” Jensen replies, “if that was the case then I wouldn’t have,” he looks over at the other kids for a moment then back at Colin, leaning forward and lowering his voice in a stage whisper, “two copies of each book at home, would I?” The teen laughs out loud, quickly covering it with his hand, but the smile reaches his eyes. Jensen’s stomach wobbles a little at that, Pull yourself together, Ackles.
Colin eyes him suspiciously, “You’re just saying that to get me to talk, aren’t you?”
The man can’t help but laugh a little, “Well actually it tells me some things about you already, which was the point of this whole exercise. Come on, let’s get on with it,” he looks down at the kid’s clothes, a dark grey v-neck t-shirt with a red and black chequered shirt hung loose over it. Jensen allows himself only a couple of seconds to take in the glorious sight of the pulse throbbing in Colin’s neck, “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that you’re a Gryffindor, right?”
For a long time Colin says nothing but eventually nods. He looks into Jensen’s eyes, then copying his teacher’s actions, runs his eyes over the body in front of him. It makes Jensen a little uncomfortable to be under such scrutiny, but he guesses that’s his own guilt at looking at Colin in appropriate way. Eventually, Colin folds his arms across his chest, tipping his chin towards Jensen, “That’s not a local accent, where are you from?”
Impressed, the older man nods, “Good catch, I’m from Dallas. What else?”
Colin’s look turns a little more pensive before he motions towards Jensen, “Blue pen on the board, blue tie...Ravenclaw, then?” he waits for the response, eyebrow raising as Jensen nods, “Figures, you being a teacher and all.”
They both jump when the phone alarm sounds, as do many of the other students. Jensen goes to his desk and shuts off the alarm, double checking that he had in fact set it for ten minutes and not five because that felt very quick, but that’s what the display says. Time flies when you’re having fun or being a perv!, his mind supplies. With a small shrug he locks his phone before sliding it into his pocket.
“Who wants to go first?”, nobody answers, the majority of the teens avoiding his gaze. He’s hoping he won’t have to pick someone out but with the silence stretching on he may not have a choice. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can, someone clears their throat. He follows the sound and sees Colin with his hand half raised, “Good, thank you, Colin, come on up here,” the teen’s face drops and he looks like he’s about to face a firing squad, “it’s OK, everyone’s going to have to do it.”
Colin’s mouth opens and closes several times, nothing coming out, until finally he lets out a resigned sigh and makes his way towards the front. The scared look on his face makes Jensen nervous for him so he reaches up and pats his shoulder, smiling and giving him an encouraging nod, “This is Mr. Ackles,” the teen says in a quiet voice, “he’s from Dallas,” he looks to Jensen and the man feels the smile spread on his face, and Colin returns it, nervously, “Um, he likes the colour blue, he’s really smart and… well, he seems like a cool guy, y’know for a teacher!” He speeds up for the last part, then presses his lips together as if to indicate saying nothing more.
Jensen smiles, feeling a sense of pride towards his new student, “That’s great, Colin, it takes a lot to stand up in front of a group of people like this,” he looks around at the others, frowning when he hears a ‘teacher’s pet’ from someone at the back, “ OK, so, young Mr Ford here is clearly brave for going first out of the whole class. I’m pretty sure if he had to choose between a lion and a tiger, it’d be the former; and I can tell you that he has excellent taste in British literature!”
Colin starts to blush again, mumbling something Jensen doesn’t catch as he heads off to sit back down. The older man turns back to the class, “Right, who’s next?”
Before he knows it, Jensen’s learned a little about each of the students even though it’ll be another couple of weeks before he’s used to everyone’s names and figured out what their level of interest or aptitude for English is. The bell rings and within seconds the room is filled with noise as the kids leave, then near silence as the door shuts after they’ve all gone out into the corridor. He sits in his and takes a long drink of water from the bottle on his desk, then jumps when he hears a chair scuff the floor on the other side of the room, “Jesus, I didn’t realise anyone was left!” he clutches his chest and lets out a small laugh, he’s embarrassed he was taken by surprise.
“Sorry,” Colin says, that sheepish look back on his face, “I like to wait until they’ve all gone.”
“Why’s that? Don’t you want to get in the lunch queue with your friends before it gets too busy?”
Colin shrugs, sliding the strap of his backpack back onto his shoulder where it’s slipped off, “Nah, I bring my own lunch. I usually go somewhere quiet and read.”
“Well as an English teacher I approve of the reading, obviously,” Jensen says with a smile, but something’s off with the teen, he can tell, “do your friends like to read, too?”
Colin shakes his head, “I don’t really have many, people tend to keep away when they find out...” as soon as the words leave his mouth it’s obvious he hadn’t intended for them to come out, “I mean, I don’t like people all that much,” he backtracks, shrugging and letting out a laugh that’s not even close to being genuine, “anyway, I gotta go, see you next time!”
As Jensen watches him leave, two things cross his mind - first that he feels immediate concern that this kid is obviously intelligent and has a good heart yet seems to be a loner and so down on himself; and secondly that Colin’s shirt is caught under his backpack, giving anyone behind him a perfect view of slim fitting jeans over long, slender legs and a firm looking ass that makes Jensen’s body temperature rise.
He lets his head fall back and lets out a long sigh of frustration into his classroom. This is going to be a very tough semester.
Chapter 2
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