Supernatural: Extracurricular Activities (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 5/?
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! ;)
Jensen groans at the words, his hips and cock jerking as the gravity of what Colin’s offering hits him. He uses the hand already hooked around the kid’s neck to grab handful of hair at the nape, tugging slightly, “Jesus, Colin, you can’t say that, don’t make this harder than it already is!”
The teen gets a wicked look in his eyes and Jensen feels a tingle in his skin as the large hand on his hip slides to the barely there space between them down to his cock, rubbing and squeezing just once, causing a moan to slip from the older man’s lips, “I’m not sure it can get any harder,” Colin says in a breathy whisper, “c’mon, you just said you want me, what’s the problem?”
He grips Colin’s hip harder, so hard he can feel the bone sticking into the flesh of his palm, “The problem is I could lose my job. This can’t happen, no matter how much I want to...ungh,” the noise slips out as the teen slides the hand that was in the centre of Jensen’s chest over to a nipple and pinches with just enough force to send a zing down the older man’s spine, causing an involuntary shiver to run through them both.
“Nobody has to know,” the teen whispers against his lips, “it can be our secret,” he trails his lips over to Jensen’s ear, his breath unsteady as he rolls his hips, adding more friction and squeezing the man’s cock again, “you’re not forcing me into anything, Jensen, I want to you do everything I’ve fantasised about for months. You must’ve thought about it, too, right?”
Jensen swallows, feeling his tongue click against the roof of his mouth. Words won’t come so he nods before pulling Colin in for another searing kiss, every sweep of their tongues ramping his desire up another notch. He can’t get enough of the teen’s taste and he can’t get close enough, even as he shifts and pulls their bodies so tightly together it’s getting hard to breathe. Time seems to stand still as they kiss until he needs air and pulls away to look at Colin. His cheeks and neck are flushed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, he’s panting, eyes glazed with lust and his normally pink lips are now cherry red and slick with their mixed saliva. He can’t help but rub the bottom one with his thumb to feel the heat, gently tugging in the middle of it and watching the teen’s tongue snake out to lick it. The wet heat is addictive and when Colin’s large hand grips his wrist, holding it in place and sucking his thumb into the cavern of his mouth, Jensen’s knees almost buckle, the feeling somehow almost as erotic as if it were his cock in there.
Colin honest to God whimpers, looking up at him with lust filled and hopeful eyes, and that’s it. Any remaining tiredness and composure Jensen had goes out of the window. He feels more than hears a noise that’s almost a growl leave his throat, bending his knees and lifting Colin off the floor. He teen lets out a startled noise that he kisses away, gripping slim thighs, pulling them around his waist as walking them to the living room where they can get horizontal right the fuck now.
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Colin clings onto Jensen, his legs tight around the man’s waist, one arm around his broad back and the other holding his face while they kiss. It seems now the older man has made his mind up to give in to his desires, he doesn’t even want to stop tongue fucking long enough to get them to the living room. His teacher is holding his head in a firm grasp, fingers tight in his hair, pulling every now and then making Colin’s scalp prickle in a good way; and the other hand is on his ass cheek, squeezing every few thrusts of his tongue.
The small moans Jensen lets out around their kisses are turning Colin on even more, his body temperature raising, his cock is so hard it’s becoming a little uncomfortable and they’ve barely got a hand on each other, yet. It seems to take forever to get to the couch and the teen gasps for air when they eventually part. He lets out a shout of surprise as Jensen practically throws him on the couch, shushing him with a quick, nervous look behind him.
“Wait a sec,” he says, then disappears out of the room. Colin starts to panic a little that the man have changed his mind until the room darkens - Jensen has turned off the kitchen light and turned on a lamp in the dining room. There’s enough light from behind him and through the crack in the curtains where the streetlight is shining in for them to see each other, “that’s better,” Jensen rasps, “we don’t to wake anyone up with the lights.”
Colin nods his head in agreement, he’d been so caught up in the moment he’d completely forgotten they weren’t alone. Suddenly he’s nervous, cold fear churning in his stomach, “Do we have to stop?” he asks, an unintentional pleading tone in his voice, he’ll die if he doesn’t to touch the man some more.
Jensen’s just standing in the doorway looking at him for a minute with a predatory look. The man’s chest and shoulders are heaving as he moves closer, shaking his head, “Not a chance,” he says, never taking his eyes from the teen’s body, the hunger so obvious in them that it makes Colin more nervous but turned on at the same time. He still can’t believe he’s having this effect on his much more sexually experienced teacher, who’s now kneeling in front of him, face, neck and chest sweaty from their shared body heat and desire. He cups Colin’s face in both hands and kisses him gently but firmly for a few seconds but pulling away before they can start using their tongues again, much to the horny teen’s disappointment, “God look at you,” he’s running his hands over Colin’s cotton clad shoulders, chest, belly and thighs, “you look so good in my clothes,” he says, licking his lips while reaching for the hem of the too big t-shirt at the same time, “better out of them, though.”
Colin lifts his arms as Jensen tugs the shirt off him, a waft of cool air hitting his hot skin and making him shiver in a good way. Before he has chance to say or do anything, Jensen is sucking one of his nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking as he palms Colin’s aching cock. The combination of sensations has him crying out again as pleasure shoots through both areas of his body, digging his feet into the carpet to push his hips up, desperate for more. Jensen moans around the flesh in his mouth and the vibration is enough to take Colin’s breath away. He can feel himself squirming on the cushions, he’s getting close and he’s not even seen Jensen naked, yet, “Stop, Jen, stop!” he pants, pushing against the man’s shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut tight as he concentrates on forcing his body to calm down. A few ragged breaths later he feels like he’s back from the brink and looks at Jensen, who’s biting his bottom lip as he watches Colin, “that was close,” the teen lets out an embarrassed laugh, “sorry, I just want to make sure I last.”
He’s taken by surprise as Jensen surges up, pushing his shoulders hard so that he lands on his back on the cushions with a thwump, barely waiting until Colin can get his balance enough to lift his hips before tugging at the pyjama bottoms, “Oh baby, there’s plenty of time for that later,” the man’s voice is deep with arousal, “for now we gotta be quick, Jesus, I don’t even know if I’ll last much longer!” he stands and pushes his sweats down, immediately climbing over Colin’s body, bracketing slim hips with his thighs, and leaning down for another kiss that leaves the teen dizzy and if possible, even more desperate.
The feel of Jensen’s hot skin against his is intoxicating, already, and hearing how close the man is just from what they’ve been doing sends a shiver through Colin’s entire body. His voice is shaky as he speaks, “You don’t want to fuck me?”
Jensen lets out another growl, and damn is that a noise he needs to hear, repeatedly, lowering his body onto Colin’s own, grinding his hips in a way that has the teen crying out in pleasure, the pressure and the hot, wet slide of their cocks rubbing together is like nothing he’s ever felt before, “God yes,” he says, his voice a low rumble in Colin’s ear, “I wanna fuck you, baby boy, wrap these long legs around my waist and fuck you so good until you’re begging to come!” the man’s voice is harsh pants, now, the moans coming from his throat sounding as desperate as the teen feels, “Shit, you feel so good, ungh...”
Suddenly Jensen’s weight is gone and it takes Colin’s lust fogged brain a few seconds to catch up to that fact, he was thirty seconds from coming, “What?...” he opens his eyes to see Jensen kneeling above him, hand gripped tight around the base of his thick cock, the purple head dripping in pre-come. It makes his mouth water, “I wanna touch you, Jen, I need to touch you!”
The man lets out a pained noise, gulping down air like he can’t get enough into his lungs no matter how deep he breathes. Colin’s heart pounds in his chest as the seconds pass by, before his lover slowly opens his eyes, nodding his head and half smiling. He leans back on the couch, motioning for Colin to come to him, reversing their positions so that the older man is on his back with the teen straddling him. The couch cushions stick to his sweaty legs but he doesn’t care, he just shuffles further up Jensen’s body so their cocks are almost touching. He reaches down slowly and runs two fingers ever so lightly over Jensen’s slit, gently spreading the slippery wet pre-come around the tip and under the head. Jensen moans and bucks his hips so hard Colin has to grab the back of the couch to keep upright.
“You fucker,” his teacher says, the breathy sound making the teen’s cock twitch and leak even more, dribbling onto his balls, “c’mere,” he says, pulling on Colin’s arm to bring him closer and they both have the same idea, reaching for the other’s cock. Their shared groans only spike Colin’s lust even more. Jensen’s cock is like a brand on his palm and the man whimpers as Colin adjusts his grip to add more pressure. He’s mesmerised by the sight below him, the man’s flushed face and neck, the sweat on his chest gleaming in the lamp light. His stomach and abs tense more with each stroke of Colin’s hand and the sounds falling from his beautiful mouth make the teen’s balls ache with want. Only then does it dawn on him that Jensen’s hand is stripping his cock with such a pace that it’s slightly uncomfortable but oh so good at the same time. It’s going to send him over the edge in about three more tugs, “Ahh, Colin, please, come for me, I’m almost there, shit!” his face contorts into a look of sheer bliss as his cock pulses in the teen’s hand.
The first splash of the older man’s come hits his own abs and as soon as the next one trickles over the teen’s fingers, his orgasm hits him like a thunderbolt. He only just manages to keep upright, if not for the natural tensing of his muscles right before he shoots his load onto his lover’s belly, he’d have collapsed. He feels a sob work out of his throat as his balls empty, Jensen’s hand milking every drop from him, even as he’s still coming himself.
“Holy fuck,” Jensen rasps as Colin pants above him, his lungs and seemingly every muscle in his body starved of oxygen, making him woozy.
“Merlin’s beard!” the teen whispers, then he can’t help the disbelieving laugh that comes from his lips as he leans down to Jensen’s chest. He feels entirely boneless yet at the same time bone tired, so much so that he doesn’t care that he’s spreading their combined sweat and come all over both of them.
Jensen holds him to his still heaving chest but the sounds of two thundering heartbeats loud in Colin’s ears doesn’t drown own the older man’s laugh and “Did you just? We need to have a serious talk about the appropriate time for Harry Potter quotes, kiddo!”
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Jensen looks down at the sleeping teenager in his arms with both a warmth in his heart and a cold fear in his stomach. After they’d both come down from their highs Jensen moved as quickly as his jelly legs could carry him - that really was one of the most intense orgasms he could remember having in a very long time, not since the early days with Jared - he eventually managed to get the exhausted kid to move for long enough for Jensen to wipe them both off with the discarded t-shirt and pull his pyjama bottoms back up, and then move again when he came back with fresh shirts for them both.
They’ve cuddled for as long as Jensen dares to, it’s now almost six thirty and Rach was usually an early riser. He manages to slide out from Colin’s octopus like limbs and pull the fleece throw from the back of the couch over him. His boy stirs a little but doesn’t wake, burrowing under the cover and lets out a contented noise that makes little Jensen’s breath catch… he’s going to want to hear that much more, preferably with Jensen’s dick up his ass. He’s fantasised about taking Colin apart in various places, his bed, his kitchen counter, in his desk chair...maybe even over his desk after school...
“Fuck, ” he says to the room at large as he adjusts his sweats where they’re tight over his rapidly hardening cock at that line of thought, “I’m going to hell!”
A/N:I'm putting this fic on hiatus for a while, I've written and published over 11K in a week and I've not even touched on any of the backstory I want to add in, the muse wanted porn so that's what there's been. These boys will be back after I've worked on another plot bunny that's hopping around my brain and needs my attention.
Chapter 6
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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! ;)
Jensen groans at the words, his hips and cock jerking as the gravity of what Colin’s offering hits him. He uses the hand already hooked around the kid’s neck to grab handful of hair at the nape, tugging slightly, “Jesus, Colin, you can’t say that, don’t make this harder than it already is!”
The teen gets a wicked look in his eyes and Jensen feels a tingle in his skin as the large hand on his hip slides to the barely there space between them down to his cock, rubbing and squeezing just once, causing a moan to slip from the older man’s lips, “I’m not sure it can get any harder,” Colin says in a breathy whisper, “c’mon, you just said you want me, what’s the problem?”
He grips Colin’s hip harder, so hard he can feel the bone sticking into the flesh of his palm, “The problem is I could lose my job. This can’t happen, no matter how much I want to...ungh,” the noise slips out as the teen slides the hand that was in the centre of Jensen’s chest over to a nipple and pinches with just enough force to send a zing down the older man’s spine, causing an involuntary shiver to run through them both.
“Nobody has to know,” the teen whispers against his lips, “it can be our secret,” he trails his lips over to Jensen’s ear, his breath unsteady as he rolls his hips, adding more friction and squeezing the man’s cock again, “you’re not forcing me into anything, Jensen, I want to you do everything I’ve fantasised about for months. You must’ve thought about it, too, right?”
Jensen swallows, feeling his tongue click against the roof of his mouth. Words won’t come so he nods before pulling Colin in for another searing kiss, every sweep of their tongues ramping his desire up another notch. He can’t get enough of the teen’s taste and he can’t get close enough, even as he shifts and pulls their bodies so tightly together it’s getting hard to breathe. Time seems to stand still as they kiss until he needs air and pulls away to look at Colin. His cheeks and neck are flushed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, he’s panting, eyes glazed with lust and his normally pink lips are now cherry red and slick with their mixed saliva. He can’t help but rub the bottom one with his thumb to feel the heat, gently tugging in the middle of it and watching the teen’s tongue snake out to lick it. The wet heat is addictive and when Colin’s large hand grips his wrist, holding it in place and sucking his thumb into the cavern of his mouth, Jensen’s knees almost buckle, the feeling somehow almost as erotic as if it were his cock in there.
Colin honest to God whimpers, looking up at him with lust filled and hopeful eyes, and that’s it. Any remaining tiredness and composure Jensen had goes out of the window. He feels more than hears a noise that’s almost a growl leave his throat, bending his knees and lifting Colin off the floor. He teen lets out a startled noise that he kisses away, gripping slim thighs, pulling them around his waist as walking them to the living room where they can get horizontal right the fuck now.
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Colin clings onto Jensen, his legs tight around the man’s waist, one arm around his broad back and the other holding his face while they kiss. It seems now the older man has made his mind up to give in to his desires, he doesn’t even want to stop tongue fucking long enough to get them to the living room. His teacher is holding his head in a firm grasp, fingers tight in his hair, pulling every now and then making Colin’s scalp prickle in a good way; and the other hand is on his ass cheek, squeezing every few thrusts of his tongue.
The small moans Jensen lets out around their kisses are turning Colin on even more, his body temperature raising, his cock is so hard it’s becoming a little uncomfortable and they’ve barely got a hand on each other, yet. It seems to take forever to get to the couch and the teen gasps for air when they eventually part. He lets out a shout of surprise as Jensen practically throws him on the couch, shushing him with a quick, nervous look behind him.
“Wait a sec,” he says, then disappears out of the room. Colin starts to panic a little that the man have changed his mind until the room darkens - Jensen has turned off the kitchen light and turned on a lamp in the dining room. There’s enough light from behind him and through the crack in the curtains where the streetlight is shining in for them to see each other, “that’s better,” Jensen rasps, “we don’t to wake anyone up with the lights.”
Colin nods his head in agreement, he’d been so caught up in the moment he’d completely forgotten they weren’t alone. Suddenly he’s nervous, cold fear churning in his stomach, “Do we have to stop?” he asks, an unintentional pleading tone in his voice, he’ll die if he doesn’t to touch the man some more.
Jensen’s just standing in the doorway looking at him for a minute with a predatory look. The man’s chest and shoulders are heaving as he moves closer, shaking his head, “Not a chance,” he says, never taking his eyes from the teen’s body, the hunger so obvious in them that it makes Colin more nervous but turned on at the same time. He still can’t believe he’s having this effect on his much more sexually experienced teacher, who’s now kneeling in front of him, face, neck and chest sweaty from their shared body heat and desire. He cups Colin’s face in both hands and kisses him gently but firmly for a few seconds but pulling away before they can start using their tongues again, much to the horny teen’s disappointment, “God look at you,” he’s running his hands over Colin’s cotton clad shoulders, chest, belly and thighs, “you look so good in my clothes,” he says, licking his lips while reaching for the hem of the too big t-shirt at the same time, “better out of them, though.”
Colin lifts his arms as Jensen tugs the shirt off him, a waft of cool air hitting his hot skin and making him shiver in a good way. Before he has chance to say or do anything, Jensen is sucking one of his nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking as he palms Colin’s aching cock. The combination of sensations has him crying out again as pleasure shoots through both areas of his body, digging his feet into the carpet to push his hips up, desperate for more. Jensen moans around the flesh in his mouth and the vibration is enough to take Colin’s breath away. He can feel himself squirming on the cushions, he’s getting close and he’s not even seen Jensen naked, yet, “Stop, Jen, stop!” he pants, pushing against the man’s shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut tight as he concentrates on forcing his body to calm down. A few ragged breaths later he feels like he’s back from the brink and looks at Jensen, who’s biting his bottom lip as he watches Colin, “that was close,” the teen lets out an embarrassed laugh, “sorry, I just want to make sure I last.”
He’s taken by surprise as Jensen surges up, pushing his shoulders hard so that he lands on his back on the cushions with a thwump, barely waiting until Colin can get his balance enough to lift his hips before tugging at the pyjama bottoms, “Oh baby, there’s plenty of time for that later,” the man’s voice is deep with arousal, “for now we gotta be quick, Jesus, I don’t even know if I’ll last much longer!” he stands and pushes his sweats down, immediately climbing over Colin’s body, bracketing slim hips with his thighs, and leaning down for another kiss that leaves the teen dizzy and if possible, even more desperate.
The feel of Jensen’s hot skin against his is intoxicating, already, and hearing how close the man is just from what they’ve been doing sends a shiver through Colin’s entire body. His voice is shaky as he speaks, “You don’t want to fuck me?”
Jensen lets out another growl, and damn is that a noise he needs to hear, repeatedly, lowering his body onto Colin’s own, grinding his hips in a way that has the teen crying out in pleasure, the pressure and the hot, wet slide of their cocks rubbing together is like nothing he’s ever felt before, “God yes,” he says, his voice a low rumble in Colin’s ear, “I wanna fuck you, baby boy, wrap these long legs around my waist and fuck you so good until you’re begging to come!” the man’s voice is harsh pants, now, the moans coming from his throat sounding as desperate as the teen feels, “Shit, you feel so good, ungh...”
Suddenly Jensen’s weight is gone and it takes Colin’s lust fogged brain a few seconds to catch up to that fact, he was thirty seconds from coming, “What?...” he opens his eyes to see Jensen kneeling above him, hand gripped tight around the base of his thick cock, the purple head dripping in pre-come. It makes his mouth water, “I wanna touch you, Jen, I need to touch you!”
The man lets out a pained noise, gulping down air like he can’t get enough into his lungs no matter how deep he breathes. Colin’s heart pounds in his chest as the seconds pass by, before his lover slowly opens his eyes, nodding his head and half smiling. He leans back on the couch, motioning for Colin to come to him, reversing their positions so that the older man is on his back with the teen straddling him. The couch cushions stick to his sweaty legs but he doesn’t care, he just shuffles further up Jensen’s body so their cocks are almost touching. He reaches down slowly and runs two fingers ever so lightly over Jensen’s slit, gently spreading the slippery wet pre-come around the tip and under the head. Jensen moans and bucks his hips so hard Colin has to grab the back of the couch to keep upright.
“You fucker,” his teacher says, the breathy sound making the teen’s cock twitch and leak even more, dribbling onto his balls, “c’mere,” he says, pulling on Colin’s arm to bring him closer and they both have the same idea, reaching for the other’s cock. Their shared groans only spike Colin’s lust even more. Jensen’s cock is like a brand on his palm and the man whimpers as Colin adjusts his grip to add more pressure. He’s mesmerised by the sight below him, the man’s flushed face and neck, the sweat on his chest gleaming in the lamp light. His stomach and abs tense more with each stroke of Colin’s hand and the sounds falling from his beautiful mouth make the teen’s balls ache with want. Only then does it dawn on him that Jensen’s hand is stripping his cock with such a pace that it’s slightly uncomfortable but oh so good at the same time. It’s going to send him over the edge in about three more tugs, “Ahh, Colin, please, come for me, I’m almost there, shit!” his face contorts into a look of sheer bliss as his cock pulses in the teen’s hand.
The first splash of the older man’s come hits his own abs and as soon as the next one trickles over the teen’s fingers, his orgasm hits him like a thunderbolt. He only just manages to keep upright, if not for the natural tensing of his muscles right before he shoots his load onto his lover’s belly, he’d have collapsed. He feels a sob work out of his throat as his balls empty, Jensen’s hand milking every drop from him, even as he’s still coming himself.
“Holy fuck,” Jensen rasps as Colin pants above him, his lungs and seemingly every muscle in his body starved of oxygen, making him woozy.
“Merlin’s beard!” the teen whispers, then he can’t help the disbelieving laugh that comes from his lips as he leans down to Jensen’s chest. He feels entirely boneless yet at the same time bone tired, so much so that he doesn’t care that he’s spreading their combined sweat and come all over both of them.
Jensen holds him to his still heaving chest but the sounds of two thundering heartbeats loud in Colin’s ears doesn’t drown own the older man’s laugh and “Did you just? We need to have a serious talk about the appropriate time for Harry Potter quotes, kiddo!”
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Jensen looks down at the sleeping teenager in his arms with both a warmth in his heart and a cold fear in his stomach. After they’d both come down from their highs Jensen moved as quickly as his jelly legs could carry him - that really was one of the most intense orgasms he could remember having in a very long time, not since the early days with Jared - he eventually managed to get the exhausted kid to move for long enough for Jensen to wipe them both off with the discarded t-shirt and pull his pyjama bottoms back up, and then move again when he came back with fresh shirts for them both.
They’ve cuddled for as long as Jensen dares to, it’s now almost six thirty and Rach was usually an early riser. He manages to slide out from Colin’s octopus like limbs and pull the fleece throw from the back of the couch over him. His boy stirs a little but doesn’t wake, burrowing under the cover and lets out a contented noise that makes little Jensen’s breath catch… he’s going to want to hear that much more, preferably with Jensen’s dick up his ass. He’s fantasised about taking Colin apart in various places, his bed, his kitchen counter, in his desk chair...maybe even over his desk after school...
“Fuck, ” he says to the room at large as he adjusts his sweats where they’re tight over his rapidly hardening cock at that line of thought, “I’m going to hell!”
A/N:I'm putting this fic on hiatus for a while, I've written and published over 11K in a week and I've not even touched on any of the backstory I want to add in, the muse wanted porn so that's what there's been. These boys will be back after I've worked on another plot bunny that's hopping around my brain and needs my attention.
Chapter 6
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