Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 2/?
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: Chapter 2 and there's already porn. Whoops! xD
“You idiot!”, Colin mutters to himself as he fights against the crowds going for lunch. He’s only been back at school three days and already he’s put his foot in it. Maybe Mr. Ackles won’t have picked up on what he said, or if he did maybe he’ll just let it slide. Plenty of kids only have a couple of friends, and anyway, whose business is it if he sits alone reading a lot of the time? He likes his own company, a concept most people can’t seem to grasp. He’s spent the better part of the last year alone in many ways, people have turned out to be shitty so he’s pretty sure he’s better off with only a few people, anyway.
He looks up from cursing himself out and finds he’s reached the cafeteria. He spots his best friend Elle and walks over to the table, dumping his backpack on the bench next to her, “Hey, how was your morning?” he asks as he’s pulling out his lunch and stuffing a sandwich in his mouth.
“There you are! Where the hell have you been?”
He replies as if talking to a seven year old, “Um, classes, where else would I be, you moron?”
She rolls her eyes at him and flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, “I’ve never known anyone take so long to leave a classroom as you! What did you have, anyway? I can’t memorise your timetable when I’ve not even learned my own, yet.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugs, taking another bite of his sandwich, “I had English.”
Elle whips her head around and Colin knows that look, “Oh my God, is it true, is the new teacher as hot as people are saying?”
“He seems cool,” the teen says, knowing his reply won’t be enough but hopes it will be, anyway, he can’t very well say what he really thinks.
“You know very well that’s not any kind of answer. Well? What’s he like?”, she’s leaning in as if she’s about to hang off every word he has to say.
Colin swallows hard, the half chewed sandwich eventually going down with a big swig of water, which also gives him a few extra seconds to think. He’s not entirely sure how to answer that given that he’s not really had a chance to talk to her properly about his preferences now he’s sure he’s gay, or what happened over the Summer. She’s looking at him with expectancy so he flings his arms in the air, “Sure, if you like tall, muscular guys with green eyes and big smiles, he’s as hot as everyone says.” And then some!, he thinks but doesn’t say out loud.
His friend gives him a humourless look, opens her mouth to say something but then her attention is caught by something to their left. Colin thinks it’s a lucky escape until he hears a chorus of girls chime, “Hi Mr. Ackles!”
It feels like there’s magnet inside him that’s pulling him towards his sexy new teacher and he has to turn around, too. Mr. Ackles is being polite, saying hi and smiling as he goes past the gaggle of all but drooling girls and makes his way to collect a tray and stand in line for his own lunch.
“Oh my fucking God, look at him!” Elle whispers with awe in her voice and practically undressing him with her eyes, “He's gorgeous!”
Colin looks around the room and sees whispering and pointing from almost every table, and feels a surge of jealousy, however irrational. Of course everyone’s looking, the man is like some kind of Greek god so anyone in their right mind would be staring, but the teen feels like - lust aside - he’s made some kind of connection with his teacher. More accurately Mr. Ackles made the effort to connect with him over a shared interest, not just as part of the lesson. Any other teacher would probably have made him go into a group of three for the icebreaker and suck it up, but Mr. Ackles didn’t. In Colin’s mind that’s created a bond between them and the teen wants to grab him by the arm and pull him away from all the other people to somewhere the man can eat without being eye fucked everywhere he turns.
Colin hears more exclamations and sounds of lustful approval spreading across the cafeteria and anger starts to burn in his chest, now. He knows the sensible thing to do is to leave, to take his lunch outside and read and push what’s going on in here out of his mind, but instead he finds himself twisting his body even more so he too can observe the man. By the time Mr. Ackles has joined his colleagues at the staff table and is eating, Colin’s breathing is getting faster and shallower. He can feel his pulse speed up and his palms start to sweat. He can’t help but notice for the second time today that the man’s dress pants are snug over his - in Colin’s opinion, perfect - ass, his shirt snug over his broad shoulders, back and chest and the way he moves is far more graceful that the teen could ever hope to be.
He almost fell over his own feet arriving late to class and coming face to face with such perfection. He could barely take his eyes off the new teacher, looking away as quickly as possible, feigning disinterest as much as he could so as not to get caught ogling, but now, he can’t help himself.
Mr. Ackles is now eating fries, dipping them into a small puddle of ketchup and then licking the grease of his thumb and fingers after each mouthful. Colin is rock hard in his jeans from that alone, he can’t keep his eyes off those beautiful lips all slick and shiny, his mind filled with images of what his cock would look like being pushed between them. He wonders what it would feel like to run his hands through that perfectly styled hair and mess it up as he fucks into his teacher’s mouth, and what lustful sounds the man would make. He blinks away the image as the sound of his name filters through the here and now.
“Are you even listening to me?”, Elle’s tone is impatient, like she’s been talking for a while and he wasn’t aware.
Colin closes his mouth, swallowing the saliva that’s accumulated there whilst he was off in fantasy land, “Huh?” he says, dumbly, hearing the rasp of arousal in his own voice and clearing his throat before he speaks again, “what did you say?”
His friend’s expression is held in ‘bitchface’ mode and she rolls her eyes again. Not for the first time does Colin think how really fucking annoying that is, “Are you coming to the library since we have half an hour left?”
The teen shakes his head so fast it makes him feel a little dizzy, or maybe that’s just the lack of blood in his brain because it’s all currently pooled in his cock, “Not now, I want … I need … I gotta use the bathroom.”
“Eww, that’s TMI, dude!”, she replies with a now scrunched up bitchface, “Whatever, see you later.”
Colin doesn’t even bother with a reply because from the corner of his eye he sees Mr. Ackles rise from the table and head for the door, oblivious to the fact eyes are still on him from all directions. The teen waits a few heartbeats, trying to calm his breath and wait until the man is gone, but his body betrays him and before he knows it he’s following behind the man, backpack held over his crotch to cover up the bulge there. He gets close enough to catch a whiff of the man’s woody, citrusy cologne before veering off into the boy’s bathroom.
His heart is beating even faster now as he all but runs to the end stall, casting a quick glance at each open door, thankful each one is empty. He slams the door closed so hard the whole row of stalls rattle, but he doesn’t care. He drops his backpack on the floor, leans up against the wall and quickly unzips his jeans to pull out his aching cock. He knows he should most definitely not be doing this here, but he’s so hard he won’t make it through his afternoon classes, otherwise.
As if he’s on the outside of himself he hears a whimper fall from his lips as he wraps a clammy hand around his dick, quickly spreading the silky pre-come he’s already leaked to ease the way as he strokes his hot flesh. If he was at home he’d be dragging this out as much as possible but he’s mindful of where he is, even through his crippling arousal. He grips his cock tighter with his right hand and starts pumping, using his left to grab a wad of toilet paper.
He lets his mind wander back to a few minutes ago, imagining his hand to be Mr. Ackles’ mouth, hot and wet around his cock. He strips it faster and faster, fucking into the tunnel of his fist, desperately trying to hold back grunts of pleasure as he gets closer to coming. His lungs burn from trying to draw in oxygen, his pulse is pounding in his ears. He can feel the tickle as beads of sweat as they start to run down his temples and the hollow of his throat. His abs, stomach and thigh muscles are tensing more and more until finally, sweet release, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He manages to hold in some of his cries and he works his cock through it, but isn’t quick enough to catch all the jets of come in the paper in his hand. Some hits the wall with a soft wet sound and he watches it slowly starts to slide down, his spent cock jerking in his hand as he pictures it all dripping off Mr. Ackles’ face, instead.
He startles as someone else comes into the bathroom, frozen with fear as he glances to the door to make sure he actually locked it and thankfully he did. His heart is in his throat as he tries to catch his breath, making as little noise as possible. He cleans up his hand and wipes off his cock, whimpering as the harsh paper makes contact with his sensitive skin. He flushes the toilet, letting out a small groan he was holding in as the water whooshes and hopefully covers the sound. His legs feel like jelly and he could quite happily take a nap, but he forces himself to tuck his dick back in, wash his hands and head to his next class.
Jensen’s been trying to read the essay in front of him for an hour now and has still only fully read the first four paragraphs. His mind keeps wandering to his lesson plans for tomorrow, particularly his ninth grade class. It’s been a month now and every single time he finds his eyes drawn to Colin in class or in the halls, regardless of where else he starts off looking. He can’t seem to keep his eyes or his thoughts off the teen with his tousled hair, long neck, big eyes and pretty pink mouth.
The kid’s intelligent and that makes things worse, he thinks it’d be easier to get over his inappropriate crush if the teen was just an average student, but he’s not. Colin’s piqued Jensen’s interest on an academic level, earning a well deserved B on each of his assignments, and with maybe a little bit of a push he could easily achieve an A. The problem there is that he’d have to spend more time with the teen and he’s not sure if he can do that until he’s got his crush under control.
With a sigh he gives up on the papers in front of him, putting them back in the folder and pushes them to one side. He’s too tired to work any more, he wants a hot shower and sleep, and if he just happens to dream about a certain student, waking up so hard it only takes a few tugs on his cock to have him coming spectacularly, then who’s going to know?
Chapter 3
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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: Chapter 2 and there's already porn. Whoops! xD
“You idiot!”, Colin mutters to himself as he fights against the crowds going for lunch. He’s only been back at school three days and already he’s put his foot in it. Maybe Mr. Ackles won’t have picked up on what he said, or if he did maybe he’ll just let it slide. Plenty of kids only have a couple of friends, and anyway, whose business is it if he sits alone reading a lot of the time? He likes his own company, a concept most people can’t seem to grasp. He’s spent the better part of the last year alone in many ways, people have turned out to be shitty so he’s pretty sure he’s better off with only a few people, anyway.
He looks up from cursing himself out and finds he’s reached the cafeteria. He spots his best friend Elle and walks over to the table, dumping his backpack on the bench next to her, “Hey, how was your morning?” he asks as he’s pulling out his lunch and stuffing a sandwich in his mouth.
“There you are! Where the hell have you been?”
He replies as if talking to a seven year old, “Um, classes, where else would I be, you moron?”
She rolls her eyes at him and flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, “I’ve never known anyone take so long to leave a classroom as you! What did you have, anyway? I can’t memorise your timetable when I’ve not even learned my own, yet.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugs, taking another bite of his sandwich, “I had English.”
Elle whips her head around and Colin knows that look, “Oh my God, is it true, is the new teacher as hot as people are saying?”
“He seems cool,” the teen says, knowing his reply won’t be enough but hopes it will be, anyway, he can’t very well say what he really thinks.
“You know very well that’s not any kind of answer. Well? What’s he like?”, she’s leaning in as if she’s about to hang off every word he has to say.
Colin swallows hard, the half chewed sandwich eventually going down with a big swig of water, which also gives him a few extra seconds to think. He’s not entirely sure how to answer that given that he’s not really had a chance to talk to her properly about his preferences now he’s sure he’s gay, or what happened over the Summer. She’s looking at him with expectancy so he flings his arms in the air, “Sure, if you like tall, muscular guys with green eyes and big smiles, he’s as hot as everyone says.” And then some!, he thinks but doesn’t say out loud.
His friend gives him a humourless look, opens her mouth to say something but then her attention is caught by something to their left. Colin thinks it’s a lucky escape until he hears a chorus of girls chime, “Hi Mr. Ackles!”
It feels like there’s magnet inside him that’s pulling him towards his sexy new teacher and he has to turn around, too. Mr. Ackles is being polite, saying hi and smiling as he goes past the gaggle of all but drooling girls and makes his way to collect a tray and stand in line for his own lunch.
“Oh my fucking God, look at him!” Elle whispers with awe in her voice and practically undressing him with her eyes, “He's gorgeous!”
Colin looks around the room and sees whispering and pointing from almost every table, and feels a surge of jealousy, however irrational. Of course everyone’s looking, the man is like some kind of Greek god so anyone in their right mind would be staring, but the teen feels like - lust aside - he’s made some kind of connection with his teacher. More accurately Mr. Ackles made the effort to connect with him over a shared interest, not just as part of the lesson. Any other teacher would probably have made him go into a group of three for the icebreaker and suck it up, but Mr. Ackles didn’t. In Colin’s mind that’s created a bond between them and the teen wants to grab him by the arm and pull him away from all the other people to somewhere the man can eat without being eye fucked everywhere he turns.
Colin hears more exclamations and sounds of lustful approval spreading across the cafeteria and anger starts to burn in his chest, now. He knows the sensible thing to do is to leave, to take his lunch outside and read and push what’s going on in here out of his mind, but instead he finds himself twisting his body even more so he too can observe the man. By the time Mr. Ackles has joined his colleagues at the staff table and is eating, Colin’s breathing is getting faster and shallower. He can feel his pulse speed up and his palms start to sweat. He can’t help but notice for the second time today that the man’s dress pants are snug over his - in Colin’s opinion, perfect - ass, his shirt snug over his broad shoulders, back and chest and the way he moves is far more graceful that the teen could ever hope to be.
He almost fell over his own feet arriving late to class and coming face to face with such perfection. He could barely take his eyes off the new teacher, looking away as quickly as possible, feigning disinterest as much as he could so as not to get caught ogling, but now, he can’t help himself.
Mr. Ackles is now eating fries, dipping them into a small puddle of ketchup and then licking the grease of his thumb and fingers after each mouthful. Colin is rock hard in his jeans from that alone, he can’t keep his eyes off those beautiful lips all slick and shiny, his mind filled with images of what his cock would look like being pushed between them. He wonders what it would feel like to run his hands through that perfectly styled hair and mess it up as he fucks into his teacher’s mouth, and what lustful sounds the man would make. He blinks away the image as the sound of his name filters through the here and now.
“Are you even listening to me?”, Elle’s tone is impatient, like she’s been talking for a while and he wasn’t aware.
Colin closes his mouth, swallowing the saliva that’s accumulated there whilst he was off in fantasy land, “Huh?” he says, dumbly, hearing the rasp of arousal in his own voice and clearing his throat before he speaks again, “what did you say?”
His friend’s expression is held in ‘bitchface’ mode and she rolls her eyes again. Not for the first time does Colin think how really fucking annoying that is, “Are you coming to the library since we have half an hour left?”
The teen shakes his head so fast it makes him feel a little dizzy, or maybe that’s just the lack of blood in his brain because it’s all currently pooled in his cock, “Not now, I want … I need … I gotta use the bathroom.”
“Eww, that’s TMI, dude!”, she replies with a now scrunched up bitchface, “Whatever, see you later.”
Colin doesn’t even bother with a reply because from the corner of his eye he sees Mr. Ackles rise from the table and head for the door, oblivious to the fact eyes are still on him from all directions. The teen waits a few heartbeats, trying to calm his breath and wait until the man is gone, but his body betrays him and before he knows it he’s following behind the man, backpack held over his crotch to cover up the bulge there. He gets close enough to catch a whiff of the man’s woody, citrusy cologne before veering off into the boy’s bathroom.
His heart is beating even faster now as he all but runs to the end stall, casting a quick glance at each open door, thankful each one is empty. He slams the door closed so hard the whole row of stalls rattle, but he doesn’t care. He drops his backpack on the floor, leans up against the wall and quickly unzips his jeans to pull out his aching cock. He knows he should most definitely not be doing this here, but he’s so hard he won’t make it through his afternoon classes, otherwise.
As if he’s on the outside of himself he hears a whimper fall from his lips as he wraps a clammy hand around his dick, quickly spreading the silky pre-come he’s already leaked to ease the way as he strokes his hot flesh. If he was at home he’d be dragging this out as much as possible but he’s mindful of where he is, even through his crippling arousal. He grips his cock tighter with his right hand and starts pumping, using his left to grab a wad of toilet paper.
He lets his mind wander back to a few minutes ago, imagining his hand to be Mr. Ackles’ mouth, hot and wet around his cock. He strips it faster and faster, fucking into the tunnel of his fist, desperately trying to hold back grunts of pleasure as he gets closer to coming. His lungs burn from trying to draw in oxygen, his pulse is pounding in his ears. He can feel the tickle as beads of sweat as they start to run down his temples and the hollow of his throat. His abs, stomach and thigh muscles are tensing more and more until finally, sweet release, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He manages to hold in some of his cries and he works his cock through it, but isn’t quick enough to catch all the jets of come in the paper in his hand. Some hits the wall with a soft wet sound and he watches it slowly starts to slide down, his spent cock jerking in his hand as he pictures it all dripping off Mr. Ackles’ face, instead.
He startles as someone else comes into the bathroom, frozen with fear as he glances to the door to make sure he actually locked it and thankfully he did. His heart is in his throat as he tries to catch his breath, making as little noise as possible. He cleans up his hand and wipes off his cock, whimpering as the harsh paper makes contact with his sensitive skin. He flushes the toilet, letting out a small groan he was holding in as the water whooshes and hopefully covers the sound. His legs feel like jelly and he could quite happily take a nap, but he forces himself to tuck his dick back in, wash his hands and head to his next class.
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Jensen’s been trying to read the essay in front of him for an hour now and has still only fully read the first four paragraphs. His mind keeps wandering to his lesson plans for tomorrow, particularly his ninth grade class. It’s been a month now and every single time he finds his eyes drawn to Colin in class or in the halls, regardless of where else he starts off looking. He can’t seem to keep his eyes or his thoughts off the teen with his tousled hair, long neck, big eyes and pretty pink mouth.
The kid’s intelligent and that makes things worse, he thinks it’d be easier to get over his inappropriate crush if the teen was just an average student, but he’s not. Colin’s piqued Jensen’s interest on an academic level, earning a well deserved B on each of his assignments, and with maybe a little bit of a push he could easily achieve an A. The problem there is that he’d have to spend more time with the teen and he’s not sure if he can do that until he’s got his crush under control.
With a sigh he gives up on the papers in front of him, putting them back in the folder and pushes them to one side. He’s too tired to work any more, he wants a hot shower and sleep, and if he just happens to dream about a certain student, waking up so hard it only takes a few tugs on his cock to have him coming spectacularly, then who’s going to know?
Chapter 3
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