Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 4/?
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! ;)
An hour after they got back to his house Jensen’s half convinced he’s actually going to wear a hole in his dining room carpet as he paces back and forth. He can’t help casting more than the occasional glance at Colin who’s sat in the living room drinking a fucking hot chocolate. Looking at him is a reflex, now, if the kid’s around then Jensen’s eyes find him, it's impossible not to, “When the fuck did this become my life?” he mumbles.
“Sit down for fucks sake, you’re making me nervous,” Rachel says as she comes downstairs to get more coffee, “thanks for this, Jensen, I really appreciate it.”
He sighs, the nervous energy he’s filled with is starting to get the better of him now, he feels exhausted, “How is she?”
“Still throwing up but not as much. I’ve managed to get a couple of glasses of water down her so now I just have to watch her. Once I’m sure she’s stopped I’ll get her home, I rang Aunt Kim and told her Elle’s gonna crash at my place instead of Colin’s after watching movies.”
Jensen nods, opening his mouth to speak, not knowing what’s he’s going to say until it comes out, “It’s probably better if you guys stay here, surely it’ll be less hassle than your place, I’m sure your roommates don’t need a puking teenager hogging the bathroom. She’s not really in any fit state to move.”
He watches as Rachel frowns at him, “Earlier you didn’t want to be seen at the party with the kids and now you’re happy with them staying over?”
“Yeah, well,” he says with a sigh, finally sitting down,” that was in public and this is in private. As long as nobody says anything and you’re here with her the whole time I guess I’ll have to live with it. Wait, what do you mean, ‘they’?”
“Colin’s parents are away for the weekend, he was going to crash at my place as well,” she looks up at him from under her lashes, “I’m not taking him back to an empty house, Jen, he’s worried about her. They’ve been best friends since third grade, she’s like a sister to him. It’s cool, we’ll go to mine, roommates be damned.”
“Shit,” he’s not sure he can handle having the teen so close after what happened earlier, but he also doesn’t think he can kick them all out, either...it's a no win situation. He turns his eyes back to Colin who looks worn out with worry, “OK, fine, but I mean it, nobody can find out, I’d lose my job, for sure!”
“You’re the best,” she says as she comes over and hugs him tight. He holds her to his chest, stroking her hair when he feels her start to shake and hears her sniffing. When she lifts her head her cheeks are wet, “ignore me, I’m being stupid. She got drunk on my watch, I’m a crappy responsible adult.”
Jensen has to smile at that, brushing tears from her cheek, “You really are,” he says, but with fondness in his voice, “I guess I better get you all some towels...and clothes, too, I can’t imagine sleeping in Halloween costumes is all that comfortable.”
There’s a shuffle behind them as they part and Jensen turns to see Colin with a hurt look on his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your,” he waves his hand at the two of them, “private time. I’m sorry we ruined your night.”
“Oh honey,” Rachel says, holding out an arm to him and hooking it around his shoulder to comfort him, pulling the teen into her body and keeping the other around Jensen’s waist, “I can see this lug any time, and anyway I’m sure he’d rather be hugging whoever he’s been pining over for months, than me.”
Jensen freezes at the same time as Colin’s head snaps up from her neck, “What?” they say in unison. His stomach drops, “What are you talking about, Rach? I don’t have a crush!” he protests, hoping his voice sounds calmer than he feels.
“Oh please,” she scoffs, “ever since school started you’ve been pining over someone and I will find out who it is!” she turns to Colin and nudges him with her elbow, “Who’s the hottest teacher, there?”
Jensen can’t speak, his mouth is dry and his throat seems to have closed up. He looks at Rachel with what he hopes are eyes that say ‘please shut the fuck up’, then chokes on this air at Colin’s response.
“Well the consensus is…,” the teen looks down at the floor, then at Rachel and back at Jensen, “that Mr. Ackles is the hottest.”
Rachel cackles with laughter, “Well that figures, I mean look at him! Anyway, I better check on Elle again.”
He and Colin stand there looking awkwardly at each other, “I’m looking, they’re right.” he says quietly. He looks at Jensen so intently then that the man feels himself start to blush and Colin offers him a small smile.
§
Colin can’t sleep. He’s been tossing and turning on the sofa for a couple of hours but he can’t shut his mind off. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever be lying on Mr. Ackles’ - Jensen’s, he corrects himself in his head - couch, he’s used his shower and is now wearing the man’s PJ’s. It’s driving the teen crazy that he can smell the familiar cologne along with fabric softener and all he can think about is that Jensen’s upstairs in another room, probably fast asleep. So near yet so far. He can’t help but playing the evening over in his head, the same thoughts swimming around in there. Jensen watched him getting jerked off and coming tonight yet he’s apparently into someone at school. In all the time he’s been there Colin’s only really seen him talking to two other teachers, Ms. Foster and Mr. Kelly. It makes his young heart heavy that the man who invades his thoughts ninety nine percent of the time is hung up on one of them instead of him. The looks he thinks he’s seen Jensen throwing his way was all in his head, a case of wishful thinking on his part.
He jumps a little when he hears someone moving around and the kitchen light goes on. Since he’s wide awake he decides to get up for a glass of water. He gets as far as the dining room and stops in his tracks before he gets fully to the kitchen. His breath catches at the sight of Jensen leaning against the counter rubbing his temples like he has a headache. He’s dressed only in light grey sweatpants and Colin help but run his eyes over the man’s sculpted upper body, taking in his muscular arms, broad shoulders, his dusky pink nipples, tight belly that’s somehow slightly rounded and the vee of his hips where the pants hang low on them. His mouth waters at the work of art in front of him. He glances to the man’s face to make sure he’s not aware of Colin’s presence before allowing himself to cast his eyes down lower to broad, firm legs and the outline of what looks like a thick cock, even soft. He must make some kind of noise because the man’s head snaps up, his hands dropping to his sides.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” he asks, sounding as tired as Colin feels. The teen thinks he should say something but he knows he’d literally drool all over himself if he opened his mouth right now. Instead he shakes his head, breathing in through his nose and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from all the skin on display. It must show on his face because suddenly the man is blushing, “Shit, sorry, I should put a shirt on.”
Colin shakes his head again, feelling his feet touch the cool tile floor of the kitchen of their own accord, making his way towards the man in front of him. Jensen has that deer in the headlight look again and the teen swallows hard, making sure he’s not going to embarrass himself, “It’s fine,” he croaks, voice harsh with lust, “it’s more than fine.”
Jensen’s eyes roam his body and Colin feels a flood of heat in his chest as well as a twitch in his cock, “I...look, Colin…” he says nothing more, simply watches as the teen keeps walking towards him. He’s within touching distance, now, and he can’t help it, Colin brings his right hand up and places it tentatively in the centre of Jensen’s chest. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when his teacher inhales sharply through his nose but makes no move to push him away. Feeling emboldened he lifts his left hand to the man’s hip, causing another sharp intake of breath and he bites his bottom lip, briefly. He knows at any moment the spell could break so instead of standing any closer he tilts his hips towards Jensen’s and is rewarded with a groan when their bodies meet. He can feel Jensen hard against him and he suddenly feels dizzy with lust and nervous excitement, he licks his lips and watches as the older man follows the motion with his eyes, “Colin, please…”
“You didn’t leave, back at the party,” he blurts out then clears his throats because his voice sounds so raw, “you saw what was going on and you stayed,” Jensen nods, opening his mouth a couple of times, swallowing and licking his own lips, his eyes searching Colin’s as if they hold the answer he’s looking for. It fills the teen with a sense of pride that he’s having this affect on his teacher, “why?”
He feels the man’s hot hand rest on his hip, the heat bleeding through two layers of fabric. He startles a little, not expecting it, then feels the other hand take a firm grip on the back of his neck before putting pressure on both, pulling Colin’s body more into his. They’re both breathing heavily, now, Jensen is looking into his eyes before licking his lips again before he speaks, “I couldn’t.”
“Why?” he asks again, a small moan falling from his lips as he feels Jensen’s cock twitch against his.
The older man’s pupils are blown, there’s hardly any green showing and the knowledge he’s done that makes Colin a little weak at the knees, the man’s heartbeat beating a tattoo against the teen’s palm, “You know why.”
“I need to hear it, Jensen, please...," he whispers.
His teacher briefly closes his eyes, a small frown creasing his forehead for a few seconds before he tips his head back, releasing a long breath through his nose before looking back into Colin’s eyes, “Because I want you...I want you so fucking much,” he says, hot, moist breath ghosting over the teen’ lips before he closes the final few centimeters and kisses him with months worth of pent up hunger. It’s all slick lips, hot, probing tongues and teeth nipping at each other until they part for air, resting their sweaty foreheads together, sharing breaths as they feel each other tremble.
Colin really does feel light headed now from the breath being stolen from him, being so turned on his dick’s leaking pre-come all over both sets of clothes and the exhilaration he feels knowing for sure Jensen feels the same. He takes a minute before he speaks, barely recognising his own voice, “So have me!”
A/N: It had to happen sooner rather than later, right? xD ... and here's another visual aid.
Chapter 5
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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! ;)
An hour after they got back to his house Jensen’s half convinced he’s actually going to wear a hole in his dining room carpet as he paces back and forth. He can’t help casting more than the occasional glance at Colin who’s sat in the living room drinking a fucking hot chocolate. Looking at him is a reflex, now, if the kid’s around then Jensen’s eyes find him, it's impossible not to, “When the fuck did this become my life?” he mumbles.
“Sit down for fucks sake, you’re making me nervous,” Rachel says as she comes downstairs to get more coffee, “thanks for this, Jensen, I really appreciate it.”
He sighs, the nervous energy he’s filled with is starting to get the better of him now, he feels exhausted, “How is she?”
“Still throwing up but not as much. I’ve managed to get a couple of glasses of water down her so now I just have to watch her. Once I’m sure she’s stopped I’ll get her home, I rang Aunt Kim and told her Elle’s gonna crash at my place instead of Colin’s after watching movies.”
Jensen nods, opening his mouth to speak, not knowing what’s he’s going to say until it comes out, “It’s probably better if you guys stay here, surely it’ll be less hassle than your place, I’m sure your roommates don’t need a puking teenager hogging the bathroom. She’s not really in any fit state to move.”
He watches as Rachel frowns at him, “Earlier you didn’t want to be seen at the party with the kids and now you’re happy with them staying over?”
“Yeah, well,” he says with a sigh, finally sitting down,” that was in public and this is in private. As long as nobody says anything and you’re here with her the whole time I guess I’ll have to live with it. Wait, what do you mean, ‘they’?”
“Colin’s parents are away for the weekend, he was going to crash at my place as well,” she looks up at him from under her lashes, “I’m not taking him back to an empty house, Jen, he’s worried about her. They’ve been best friends since third grade, she’s like a sister to him. It’s cool, we’ll go to mine, roommates be damned.”
“Shit,” he’s not sure he can handle having the teen so close after what happened earlier, but he also doesn’t think he can kick them all out, either...it's a no win situation. He turns his eyes back to Colin who looks worn out with worry, “OK, fine, but I mean it, nobody can find out, I’d lose my job, for sure!”
“You’re the best,” she says as she comes over and hugs him tight. He holds her to his chest, stroking her hair when he feels her start to shake and hears her sniffing. When she lifts her head her cheeks are wet, “ignore me, I’m being stupid. She got drunk on my watch, I’m a crappy responsible adult.”
Jensen has to smile at that, brushing tears from her cheek, “You really are,” he says, but with fondness in his voice, “I guess I better get you all some towels...and clothes, too, I can’t imagine sleeping in Halloween costumes is all that comfortable.”
There’s a shuffle behind them as they part and Jensen turns to see Colin with a hurt look on his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your,” he waves his hand at the two of them, “private time. I’m sorry we ruined your night.”
“Oh honey,” Rachel says, holding out an arm to him and hooking it around his shoulder to comfort him, pulling the teen into her body and keeping the other around Jensen’s waist, “I can see this lug any time, and anyway I’m sure he’d rather be hugging whoever he’s been pining over for months, than me.”
Jensen freezes at the same time as Colin’s head snaps up from her neck, “What?” they say in unison. His stomach drops, “What are you talking about, Rach? I don’t have a crush!” he protests, hoping his voice sounds calmer than he feels.
“Oh please,” she scoffs, “ever since school started you’ve been pining over someone and I will find out who it is!” she turns to Colin and nudges him with her elbow, “Who’s the hottest teacher, there?”
Jensen can’t speak, his mouth is dry and his throat seems to have closed up. He looks at Rachel with what he hopes are eyes that say ‘please shut the fuck up’, then chokes on this air at Colin’s response.
“Well the consensus is…,” the teen looks down at the floor, then at Rachel and back at Jensen, “that Mr. Ackles is the hottest.”
Rachel cackles with laughter, “Well that figures, I mean look at him! Anyway, I better check on Elle again.”
He and Colin stand there looking awkwardly at each other, “I’m looking, they’re right.” he says quietly. He looks at Jensen so intently then that the man feels himself start to blush and Colin offers him a small smile.
§
Colin can’t sleep. He’s been tossing and turning on the sofa for a couple of hours but he can’t shut his mind off. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever be lying on Mr. Ackles’ - Jensen’s, he corrects himself in his head - couch, he’s used his shower and is now wearing the man’s PJ’s. It’s driving the teen crazy that he can smell the familiar cologne along with fabric softener and all he can think about is that Jensen’s upstairs in another room, probably fast asleep. So near yet so far. He can’t help but playing the evening over in his head, the same thoughts swimming around in there. Jensen watched him getting jerked off and coming tonight yet he’s apparently into someone at school. In all the time he’s been there Colin’s only really seen him talking to two other teachers, Ms. Foster and Mr. Kelly. It makes his young heart heavy that the man who invades his thoughts ninety nine percent of the time is hung up on one of them instead of him. The looks he thinks he’s seen Jensen throwing his way was all in his head, a case of wishful thinking on his part.
He jumps a little when he hears someone moving around and the kitchen light goes on. Since he’s wide awake he decides to get up for a glass of water. He gets as far as the dining room and stops in his tracks before he gets fully to the kitchen. His breath catches at the sight of Jensen leaning against the counter rubbing his temples like he has a headache. He’s dressed only in light grey sweatpants and Colin help but run his eyes over the man’s sculpted upper body, taking in his muscular arms, broad shoulders, his dusky pink nipples, tight belly that’s somehow slightly rounded and the vee of his hips where the pants hang low on them. His mouth waters at the work of art in front of him. He glances to the man’s face to make sure he’s not aware of Colin’s presence before allowing himself to cast his eyes down lower to broad, firm legs and the outline of what looks like a thick cock, even soft. He must make some kind of noise because the man’s head snaps up, his hands dropping to his sides.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” he asks, sounding as tired as Colin feels. The teen thinks he should say something but he knows he’d literally drool all over himself if he opened his mouth right now. Instead he shakes his head, breathing in through his nose and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from all the skin on display. It must show on his face because suddenly the man is blushing, “Shit, sorry, I should put a shirt on.”
Colin shakes his head again, feelling his feet touch the cool tile floor of the kitchen of their own accord, making his way towards the man in front of him. Jensen has that deer in the headlight look again and the teen swallows hard, making sure he’s not going to embarrass himself, “It’s fine,” he croaks, voice harsh with lust, “it’s more than fine.”
Jensen’s eyes roam his body and Colin feels a flood of heat in his chest as well as a twitch in his cock, “I...look, Colin…” he says nothing more, simply watches as the teen keeps walking towards him. He’s within touching distance, now, and he can’t help it, Colin brings his right hand up and places it tentatively in the centre of Jensen’s chest. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when his teacher inhales sharply through his nose but makes no move to push him away. Feeling emboldened he lifts his left hand to the man’s hip, causing another sharp intake of breath and he bites his bottom lip, briefly. He knows at any moment the spell could break so instead of standing any closer he tilts his hips towards Jensen’s and is rewarded with a groan when their bodies meet. He can feel Jensen hard against him and he suddenly feels dizzy with lust and nervous excitement, he licks his lips and watches as the older man follows the motion with his eyes, “Colin, please…”
“You didn’t leave, back at the party,” he blurts out then clears his throats because his voice sounds so raw, “you saw what was going on and you stayed,” Jensen nods, opening his mouth a couple of times, swallowing and licking his own lips, his eyes searching Colin’s as if they hold the answer he’s looking for. It fills the teen with a sense of pride that he’s having this affect on his teacher, “why?”
He feels the man’s hot hand rest on his hip, the heat bleeding through two layers of fabric. He startles a little, not expecting it, then feels the other hand take a firm grip on the back of his neck before putting pressure on both, pulling Colin’s body more into his. They’re both breathing heavily, now, Jensen is looking into his eyes before licking his lips again before he speaks, “I couldn’t.”
“Why?” he asks again, a small moan falling from his lips as he feels Jensen’s cock twitch against his.
The older man’s pupils are blown, there’s hardly any green showing and the knowledge he’s done that makes Colin a little weak at the knees, the man’s heartbeat beating a tattoo against the teen’s palm, “You know why.”
“I need to hear it, Jensen, please...," he whispers.
His teacher briefly closes his eyes, a small frown creasing his forehead for a few seconds before he tips his head back, releasing a long breath through his nose before looking back into Colin’s eyes, “Because I want you...I want you so fucking much,” he says, hot, moist breath ghosting over the teen’ lips before he closes the final few centimeters and kisses him with months worth of pent up hunger. It’s all slick lips, hot, probing tongues and teeth nipping at each other until they part for air, resting their sweaty foreheads together, sharing breaths as they feel each other tremble.
Colin really does feel light headed now from the breath being stolen from him, being so turned on his dick’s leaking pre-come all over both sets of clothes and the exhilaration he feels knowing for sure Jensen feels the same. He takes a minute before he speaks, barely recognising his own voice, “So have me!”
A/N: It had to happen sooner rather than later, right? xD ... and here's another visual aid.
Chapter 5
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