Supernatural: I Saw Colin Kissing Santa Claus (Jensen/Colin Ford AU, NC-17) 2/2
Title: I saw Colin Kissing Santa Claus
Pairing: Supernatural RPS, Jensen/Colin Ford
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my filthy thoughts
Warnings/kinks: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic), age difference, pseudo incest (stepfather/stepson)
Summary: Colin has been in love with Jensen for a long time, but the man is his stepfather so nothing can ever happen, or so he thinks, until he realises Christmas wishes sometimes do come true!
(Jensen's age is unspecified, but he's at least 30, I'll leave the rest to your imagination!)
A/N: I didn't intend to write Christmas smut, but here we have it. Also, I couldn't decide between J2 and Jensen/Colin so because I'm a greedy bitch there's a version of both! xD
Chapter 2
Jensen watches Colin swallow and open his mouth a couple of times, his chest heaving with lust and what he can tell is the effort of not just fucking into the older man’s grip. While he waits for the teen to answer he takes the opportunity to look at all the glorious skin on display, still with a little tan even in the Winter, the toned muscles of his arms, chest, abs and stomach, the time spent in the gym starting to show. His stepson’s hot, thick cock is slippery in his grip where silky pre-come has dripped from the head and onto his fingers. He’s hardly applying any pressure, enough for Colin to feel it but still not enough, wanting to tease as much as he can on their limited timescale. Eventually Colin stills him with a hand to the wrist and Jensen draws away, worry settling in his stomach like a punch, “Colin?” he asks, trying to keep his voice calm.
“Sssh, it’s OK,” the teen reassures him, stepping closer but not touching anymore, “look at you,” he says, eyes roaming over Jensen’s body, “even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
“What did you imagine?” he asks with a shaky voice, the fear now receding and being replaced with a sense of pride at the sheer lust on Colin’s face. The teen says nothing, just climbs onto Jensen’s lap, throwing his long, shapely legs over the older man’s thighs to straddle him. He runs a hand over Jensen’s chest again, sparks of pleasure running through him as the teen circles and plucks his nipples, kisses his jaw and reaches down to run a finger under the head of his stepfather’s cock. Jensen lets out a guttural moan, and grips both of Colin’s hips to pull him closer.
“Doesn’t matter,” Colin shakes his head, “the reality is much better.”
Jensen slides a hand around the kid’s neck and pulls him into another kiss, moaning into it as Colin’s weight shifts and traps both of their cocks between their bellies. He’s not sure if it’s just from lack of oxygen or whether it’s that the teen’s hands are running all over him, desperate and worshipping at the same time, but Jensen feels dizzy.
Colin is the one to break the kiss, and they’re left looking into each other’s eyes while they catch their breath. The older man slides his hand from around the kid’s neck to his jawline, his thumb caressing the slight dimple of his chin, the other gripping his hip while he rolls his hips upwards. The teen’s eyelids flutter at that and the twitch of his cock against the older man’s belly leaves a trail of wetness, “Ungh,” he says, gripping Jensen’s shoulder, “I want… I want…”
“What?” Jensen encourages, “Give you anything you want, sweetheart, I swear,” his heart is thumping with anticipation, his blood feeling like it’s starting to boil.
Colin opens his mouth to speak and they both let out cries of surprise as Jensen’s phone rings on the kitchen table, a loud shrill noise in the silence of the house, “Shit,” Jensen hisses, “that’ll be your..” he can’t bring himself to say it.
“My mom,” Colin says for him, shoulders slumping and his head hanging down, slightly, “you better go.”
He should answer it, Jensen knows he should, but right now he couldn’t give a fuck. He quickly looks at his watch, “We have a little while before I have to leave, ignore it,” he says, rolling his hips again, pushing his cock up to slide over Colin’s hot flesh.
“Are you sure?” the teen asks, and suddenly he looks so young… even younger, worrying his bottom lip between straight white teeth.
“Positive, come here” Jensen replies, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Colin’s throat. He shifts them then, pushing the teen’s hips back, widening his own knees which in turn forces Colin’s wider. He reaches between them, taking his stepson’s cock in hand again, his own jumping in response to the feel of the hot flesh. He works it slowly, squeezing with a little more pressure around the head, working out a steady stream of breathy noises and pre-come as he does. Colin’s working his hips in the same rhythm until he’s panting heavily.
“Wait, Jen, wanna touch you,” he says, the begging in his voice sending a thunderbolt of lust through the older man.
“Ngh, I want that, too,” Jensen moans. He looks into Colin’s glazed eyes again, “later OK, when we have more time? For now I need to see you fall apart for me, baby.”
The teen opens his mouth to object, Jensen’s seen it many times before, but whatever words he was trying to form turn into a whimper when Jensen takes the hand that was wrapped around his cock and rubs over his hole. He presses in slightly, not enough to breach him but enough for Colin to feel the sensation of it, “Oh God,” he pants, “please, do it, fuck me with your fingers.”
“So needy,” Jensen chuckles, “knew you would be.” Colin gasps at the sensation as Jensen uses the slippery pre-come on his fingers to massage the muscle, feeling it flex, “Damn, I can’t wait to get into his hole, stretch it then fill it up with my fat cock, make you scream for more.”
“Fuck,” Colin says around a moan, tilting his ass back and leaning into the touch, “then what are you waiting for?”
“Ain’t gonna do it here, son, not like this. Want you spread out on the bed so I can take my time,” he moves them closer so that their cocks are pressed together again, their pace increasing almost immediately as they both get closer to the release they’re craving, their sweat and pre-come making the slide easier. He pulls Colin in for another kiss as they both work their hips faster and faster, Jensen’s fingers circling the teen’s hole, swallowing the whimpers that fall from his soft pink lips. Pain flares in his shoulder and he realises Colin has scratched him, and it almost sends him over the edge, “shit, are you close? I’m close, please…” he moans between kisses.
“Jen, look at me,” Colin says, high pitched noises coming from his throat and his muscles getting more and more rigid, “oh God, now, look at me!”
The older man complies, just in time to see the look of bliss on the teen’s face as he comes hard between them, hot, wet and sticky. The feel of it combined with the breathy noises the kid is making sends Jensen over the edge a handful of thrusts later, his face pressed up against Colin’s sweaty chest, chanting the teen’s name over and over with every rope of come adding to the mess on their skin.
They hold each other tight as they both ride the aftershocks, Colin trembling slightly, “You OK?” he asks, softly, stroking the teen’s back.
Colin nods before lifting his head from where it was rested on Jensen’s shoulder and looks him in the eyes, a soft, lazy smile on his face, “Fan-fucking-tastic. You?”
Jensen smiles back before capturing the teen’s lips in a kiss that’s softer than any they’ve shared so far, “Same, waited a long time for this.”
They both groan when the phone rings again, Colin pushing up and walking over to the table on wobbly legs to retrieve it and handing the device to him, “She’s gonna get so mad if you don’t get there soon, you know that, right?” the teen says with a sad look on his face.
Jensen nods and takes the phone, feeling like a complete asshole, “I’m sorry,” he says and he genuinely is.
§
Colin gathers up his clothes while Jensen answers the phone and tries to ignore the pang of jealousy in his gut. If only he had Jensen to himself, they could curl up together and block out the world outside. He wipes some of the mess off himself with his t-shirt and then pulls his boxers and jeans back on. He feels cold without Jensen’s body heat there against him and his high disappears, replaced by an ache in his chest, convinced his stepfather is going to ignore him after this, once he’s realised he’s made a mistake. He jumps when a hand touches his shoulder, bringing him out of his musings.
Jensen is giving him a knowing look, “I can hear you thinking, kiddo, and it ain’t happening.”
The teen frowns, “What do you mean?”
The older man pulls him into a kiss, soft and slow, gently sucking on Colin’s bottom lip and releasing it with a slick pop before he pulls back to look him in the eyes, “I don’t regret it and this wasn’t a one time thing,” he says, cupping Colin’s cheek, “unless,” he looks down, a frown an unwelcome sight his smooth forehead, “unless you want it to be?”
Colin’s stomach flip flops, heat builds in this chest as he realises that Jensen means it, “No, no, not at all,” he wraps a long arm around the man’s waist, toying with the waistband of the Santa pants he’s pulled back up, and places a palm on his glorious chest. He looks right into his stepfather’s eyes, “I want this, I want you. I’m all in, Jen.” he says, hearing the complete conviction in his own voice.
Jensen presses a kiss to his forehead, lips swollen and hot, and lets out a satisfied sigh. He pulls back and nods, that soft smile on his face, again, “Me too, we’ll find a way, OK?”
Colin feels so happy he can feel the burn of tears in his eyes and a lump forming in this throat, stopping him from speaking, so he just smiles and nods.
“Oh, and Colin?, Jensen says as he’s pulling the suit jacket back on, eyes roaming over his body in a way that has the teen’s blood singing, “Santa is gonna be stopping by your room tonight, we’re gonna make sure you stay on that naughty list!”
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Pairing: Supernatural RPS, Jensen/Colin Ford
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my filthy thoughts
Warnings/kinks: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic), age difference, pseudo incest (stepfather/stepson)
Summary: Colin has been in love with Jensen for a long time, but the man is his stepfather so nothing can ever happen, or so he thinks, until he realises Christmas wishes sometimes do come true!
(Jensen's age is unspecified, but he's at least 30, I'll leave the rest to your imagination!)
A/N: I didn't intend to write Christmas smut, but here we have it. Also, I couldn't decide between J2 and Jensen/Colin so because I'm a greedy bitch there's a version of both! xD
Chapter 2
Jensen watches Colin swallow and open his mouth a couple of times, his chest heaving with lust and what he can tell is the effort of not just fucking into the older man’s grip. While he waits for the teen to answer he takes the opportunity to look at all the glorious skin on display, still with a little tan even in the Winter, the toned muscles of his arms, chest, abs and stomach, the time spent in the gym starting to show. His stepson’s hot, thick cock is slippery in his grip where silky pre-come has dripped from the head and onto his fingers. He’s hardly applying any pressure, enough for Colin to feel it but still not enough, wanting to tease as much as he can on their limited timescale. Eventually Colin stills him with a hand to the wrist and Jensen draws away, worry settling in his stomach like a punch, “Colin?” he asks, trying to keep his voice calm.
“Sssh, it’s OK,” the teen reassures him, stepping closer but not touching anymore, “look at you,” he says, eyes roaming over Jensen’s body, “even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
“What did you imagine?” he asks with a shaky voice, the fear now receding and being replaced with a sense of pride at the sheer lust on Colin’s face. The teen says nothing, just climbs onto Jensen’s lap, throwing his long, shapely legs over the older man’s thighs to straddle him. He runs a hand over Jensen’s chest again, sparks of pleasure running through him as the teen circles and plucks his nipples, kisses his jaw and reaches down to run a finger under the head of his stepfather’s cock. Jensen lets out a guttural moan, and grips both of Colin’s hips to pull him closer.
“Doesn’t matter,” Colin shakes his head, “the reality is much better.”
Jensen slides a hand around the kid’s neck and pulls him into another kiss, moaning into it as Colin’s weight shifts and traps both of their cocks between their bellies. He’s not sure if it’s just from lack of oxygen or whether it’s that the teen’s hands are running all over him, desperate and worshipping at the same time, but Jensen feels dizzy.
Colin is the one to break the kiss, and they’re left looking into each other’s eyes while they catch their breath. The older man slides his hand from around the kid’s neck to his jawline, his thumb caressing the slight dimple of his chin, the other gripping his hip while he rolls his hips upwards. The teen’s eyelids flutter at that and the twitch of his cock against the older man’s belly leaves a trail of wetness, “Ungh,” he says, gripping Jensen’s shoulder, “I want… I want…”
“What?” Jensen encourages, “Give you anything you want, sweetheart, I swear,” his heart is thumping with anticipation, his blood feeling like it’s starting to boil.
Colin opens his mouth to speak and they both let out cries of surprise as Jensen’s phone rings on the kitchen table, a loud shrill noise in the silence of the house, “Shit,” Jensen hisses, “that’ll be your..” he can’t bring himself to say it.
“My mom,” Colin says for him, shoulders slumping and his head hanging down, slightly, “you better go.”
He should answer it, Jensen knows he should, but right now he couldn’t give a fuck. He quickly looks at his watch, “We have a little while before I have to leave, ignore it,” he says, rolling his hips again, pushing his cock up to slide over Colin’s hot flesh.
“Are you sure?” the teen asks, and suddenly he looks so young… even younger, worrying his bottom lip between straight white teeth.
“Positive, come here” Jensen replies, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Colin’s throat. He shifts them then, pushing the teen’s hips back, widening his own knees which in turn forces Colin’s wider. He reaches between them, taking his stepson’s cock in hand again, his own jumping in response to the feel of the hot flesh. He works it slowly, squeezing with a little more pressure around the head, working out a steady stream of breathy noises and pre-come as he does. Colin’s working his hips in the same rhythm until he’s panting heavily.
“Wait, Jen, wanna touch you,” he says, the begging in his voice sending a thunderbolt of lust through the older man.
“Ngh, I want that, too,” Jensen moans. He looks into Colin’s glazed eyes again, “later OK, when we have more time? For now I need to see you fall apart for me, baby.”
The teen opens his mouth to object, Jensen’s seen it many times before, but whatever words he was trying to form turn into a whimper when Jensen takes the hand that was wrapped around his cock and rubs over his hole. He presses in slightly, not enough to breach him but enough for Colin to feel the sensation of it, “Oh God,” he pants, “please, do it, fuck me with your fingers.”
“So needy,” Jensen chuckles, “knew you would be.” Colin gasps at the sensation as Jensen uses the slippery pre-come on his fingers to massage the muscle, feeling it flex, “Damn, I can’t wait to get into his hole, stretch it then fill it up with my fat cock, make you scream for more.”
“Fuck,” Colin says around a moan, tilting his ass back and leaning into the touch, “then what are you waiting for?”
“Ain’t gonna do it here, son, not like this. Want you spread out on the bed so I can take my time,” he moves them closer so that their cocks are pressed together again, their pace increasing almost immediately as they both get closer to the release they’re craving, their sweat and pre-come making the slide easier. He pulls Colin in for another kiss as they both work their hips faster and faster, Jensen’s fingers circling the teen’s hole, swallowing the whimpers that fall from his soft pink lips. Pain flares in his shoulder and he realises Colin has scratched him, and it almost sends him over the edge, “shit, are you close? I’m close, please…” he moans between kisses.
“Jen, look at me,” Colin says, high pitched noises coming from his throat and his muscles getting more and more rigid, “oh God, now, look at me!”
The older man complies, just in time to see the look of bliss on the teen’s face as he comes hard between them, hot, wet and sticky. The feel of it combined with the breathy noises the kid is making sends Jensen over the edge a handful of thrusts later, his face pressed up against Colin’s sweaty chest, chanting the teen’s name over and over with every rope of come adding to the mess on their skin.
They hold each other tight as they both ride the aftershocks, Colin trembling slightly, “You OK?” he asks, softly, stroking the teen’s back.
Colin nods before lifting his head from where it was rested on Jensen’s shoulder and looks him in the eyes, a soft, lazy smile on his face, “Fan-fucking-tastic. You?”
Jensen smiles back before capturing the teen’s lips in a kiss that’s softer than any they’ve shared so far, “Same, waited a long time for this.”
They both groan when the phone rings again, Colin pushing up and walking over to the table on wobbly legs to retrieve it and handing the device to him, “She’s gonna get so mad if you don’t get there soon, you know that, right?” the teen says with a sad look on his face.
Jensen nods and takes the phone, feeling like a complete asshole, “I’m sorry,” he says and he genuinely is.
§
Colin gathers up his clothes while Jensen answers the phone and tries to ignore the pang of jealousy in his gut. If only he had Jensen to himself, they could curl up together and block out the world outside. He wipes some of the mess off himself with his t-shirt and then pulls his boxers and jeans back on. He feels cold without Jensen’s body heat there against him and his high disappears, replaced by an ache in his chest, convinced his stepfather is going to ignore him after this, once he’s realised he’s made a mistake. He jumps when a hand touches his shoulder, bringing him out of his musings.
Jensen is giving him a knowing look, “I can hear you thinking, kiddo, and it ain’t happening.”
The teen frowns, “What do you mean?”
The older man pulls him into a kiss, soft and slow, gently sucking on Colin’s bottom lip and releasing it with a slick pop before he pulls back to look him in the eyes, “I don’t regret it and this wasn’t a one time thing,” he says, cupping Colin’s cheek, “unless,” he looks down, a frown an unwelcome sight his smooth forehead, “unless you want it to be?”
Colin’s stomach flip flops, heat builds in this chest as he realises that Jensen means it, “No, no, not at all,” he wraps a long arm around the man’s waist, toying with the waistband of the Santa pants he’s pulled back up, and places a palm on his glorious chest. He looks right into his stepfather’s eyes, “I want this, I want you. I’m all in, Jen.” he says, hearing the complete conviction in his own voice.
Jensen presses a kiss to his forehead, lips swollen and hot, and lets out a satisfied sigh. He pulls back and nods, that soft smile on his face, again, “Me too, we’ll find a way, OK?”
Colin feels so happy he can feel the burn of tears in his eyes and a lump forming in this throat, stopping him from speaking, so he just smiles and nods.
“Oh, and Colin?, Jensen says as he’s pulling the suit jacket back on, eyes roaming over his body in a way that has the teen’s blood singing, “Santa is gonna be stopping by your room tonight, we’re gonna make sure you stay on that naughty list!”
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