Running Dry of Bad Excuses Part II
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5K (for this part)
Warnings and kinks: age difference, angst, dirty talk, fingering, obedience, oral, rimming, teacher/student, underage (Jared is 15, Jensen is late 20s), virginity.
Summary: Jared is a student at an elite private school. Jensen is the headmaster who's taken an interest in him. Cue office sex and a surprising amount of angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jared, Jensen, or anyone else. This is fiction.
This was originally written for this prompt over on the spn kink meme.
Friday afternoon comes after a stressful week for Jensen, tension knotting his muscles and clenching his jaw. Every glimpse he’s gotten of Jared this week has been like a patch of blue sky through heavy clouds, and Jensen has found himself looking forward to this moment more and more. He’s not entirely sure what he’ll allow to happen, but he knows Jared won’t just be doing his homework. Every moment he’s spent staring up at his bedroom ceiling with the image of wide hazel eyes burned bright on his retinas has made him sure of that.
The knock on his door is a little less hesitant this time. Jensen stands and calls for Jared to enter.
Jared walks in, coming to stand nervously in front of Jensen’s desk. He looks good, uniform clinging to his slender frame in all the right places, floppy hair falling in his eyes. He’s looking up at Jensen through his lashes, cheeks pink, hands twisting behind his back. Jensen holds his gaze silently for a moment longer than necessary, watching the boy grow more and more uncomfortable. Finally, Jared can’t seem to take it any more.
“I brought my homework this time,” he blurts out before snapping his mouth shut, blushing.
“Good. But I wondered if... maybe you’d like to learn something else this afternoon?” Jensen asks, not bothering to conceal the heat in his voice.
“Y-Yes sir, I would,” Jared says quickly, before adding, “Please.”
Jensen practically shudders. Jared’s so eager to please, so willing and naive and not at all what Jensen had first thought.
“Take off your clothes. Yes, everything,” Jensen adds when Jared hesitates. Jared puts his bookbag down and starts unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling a little. He’s blushing hard as he slowly strips, his erection becoming more and more obvious as it’s uncovered. Jensen doesn’t take his eyes off him for a second, just watches as inch after inch of golden skin is revealed. It’s only when Jared is standing naked before the desk, clothes in a neat stack beside him, that Jensen walks to the door and locks it.
“Get on my desk. Lie back and hold your knees against your chest.”
Jared doesn’t even hesitate for a moment, practically scrambling onto the smooth wood and holding himself exactly as Jensen said. The show of obedience sends a jolt of arousal through Jensen and he walks around to his chair but doesn’t sit down.
“Good boy. Now you’re going to hold still while you answer some questions for me, okay?” Jensen asks, watching Jared’s face carefully for any sign of fear or apprehension. He finds none, just confusion and arousal. Jensen slides a hand up the exposed back of Jared’s upper thigh, then down to the curve of his ass.
“Before me, had anyone ever fingered you?” Jensen asks as he lowers his lips to press against the soft white flesh of Jared’s thigh.
“N-No, sir,” Jared stutters. Jensen brushes his lips down, closer to Jared’s hole, and breathes out. Jared jumps in surprise.
“Has anyone ever given you a blowjob?” Jensen asks before sliding his tongue up Jared’s shaft. Jared’s hips jerk and he gasps sharply.
“No,” Jared says, his voice cracking.
“Has anyone ever rimmed you?” Jensen asks, and Jared is silent. Jensen looks up to find Jared looking down at him in puzzlement and embarrassment.
“I... I don’t know what that means, sir,” Jared whispers, seeming mortified. The innocence in his voice is in such delicious counterpoint with the way he’s holding himself open for Jensen that Jensen can’t resist trailing his tongue lower, to circle Jared’s hole.
“Do you want me to show you?” Jensen asks, lips moving an inch from Jared’s skin.
“Y-Yes, please, yes,” Jared answers, squirming.
Jensen slides his tongue around Jared’s hole once more before running over it, feeling Jared twitch at the unexpected contact. Jensen presses the tip of his tongue against Jared’s tight hole, twisting and pushing in as Jared whimpers. He pulls back slightly to tease along the rim before shoving in again, deeper this time. Jared’s hips are rocking minutely into the trusts of Jensen’s tongue, rhythmic moans falling from him mouth. When Jensen curls and rolls his tongue inside, Jared starts to writhe, hands struggling to hold himself open. Jensen doesn’t let up until Jared is begging, moans and cries punctuated with “Oh my God,” and “Please, please sir.”
Jensen pulls away to watch Jared, his cheeks blazing, sweat dampening his temples. Jared’s holding himself as still as he can, his shoulders trembling with the effort. Jensen slides one spit-slick finger around Jared’s glistening hole, watching him shift into the contact, seeking more.
“Have you ever fingered yourself?” Jensen asks, continuing their previous conversation as though he hadn’t just reduced Jared to a quivering mess. It takes Jared a few seconds to answer.
“I... No, sir. Almost, last week...” Jared answers, voice raw and strained, as he cranes his neck to meet Jensen’s eye.
Jensen sinks his fingertip into Jared, lazily pressing deeper as he speaks.
“Almost?”
“I... I started to, but I... I came before I could...”
Jensen’s eyes widen and his finger stills inside Jared.
“You came? And what were you thinking about when you came, Mr Padalecki?” Jensen asks, curling his fingertip up to rub against Jared’s prostate. Jared cries out at the touch and arches off the desk, his spine a hard curve. He’s panting by the time he manages to grit out an answer.
“You... you, I was thinking about you, touching me... please, please sir, I need--”
The pleas descend into incoherent babbling that goes straight to Jensen’s cock and he grinds his palm against it for a moment before focusing once again on Jared. Jensen slips another finger alongside the first and crooks them both to resume rubbing at Jared’s prostate. He wraps his other hand around Jared’s cock and Jared’s head snaps back, his throat a taut line, every muscle in his body going tense.
“God, look at you, you’re so fucking hot like this, squirming around on my fingers. You wanna come?” Jensen allows a growl to slip into his voice, unable to resist. Jared’s nodding frantically, knuckles turning white where he’s gripping his own legs tight.
“Ask me. Beg me for it.”
Jared’s eyes fly open and Jensen finds himself staring into his burning hazel gaze.
“Please-- God, please, sir, can I come? Please?” Jared pleads, his voice breaking.
Jensen makes him wait for a few deliciously long seconds before replying.
“Yes. Come for me.”
Jared comes with a sharp moan, nails digging into his own flesh, hips rocking back and forth between Jensen’s fist around his cock and Jensen’s fingers in his ass. Jensen strokes him through it, softly murmuring praise. When Jared finally goes limp, legs dropping to dangle off the edge of the desk, head lolling against the wood, Jensen steps back. He wipes his hands and Jared’s stomach with a napkin and chuckles at Jared’s boneless attempt to help.
“This is starting to be feel a little familiar. Do me a favor and don’t run away this time.” Jensen sits in his chair and pulls Jared’s unresisting body down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him. Jared folds himself against Jensen’s chest and tucks his head under Jensen’s chin. Jensen’s surprised at the warm affection unfolding in his chest but he doesn’t question it.
***
Jared feels like every inch of him is bathed in a warm, safe glow. It’s only as he’s starting to drift into sleep that he registers the hard bulge under him and the fact that while he may have had the best orgasm of his life, Professor Ackles has not. Jared lifts his head to look up at the headmaster.
“Can I... Do you want me to...” Jared trails off, gesturing down at Professor Ackles’ lap. The headmaster raises an eyebrow.
“Maybe next time, if you’re very good,” Professor Ackles replies. Jared drops his head back onto the headmaster’s chest and stays there until his one hour of detention is over.
***
By Sunday night, Jared is contemplating pulling a fire alarm or hiding more organs in teachers’ desks. He stays up trying to devise the most likely way to get sent to Professor Ackles’ office without actually causing any damage to his permanent record. On Monday morning, however, he’s called to the office before he’s even had a chance to break any rules.
Jared waits outside, eavesdropping as someone else gets a lecture about smoking on school property, until he’s called in. He avoids eye contact with the kid walking out, certain his excitement is written all over his face. Jared walks into the office and shuts the door without thinking about it, turning back to find Professor Ackles behind his desk, looking impeccably neat and proper as always. Jared sits in the chair in front of the desk and watches the headmaster flip through some papers. When he finally looks up, his lucid green stare sends a rush of heat through Jared and he sits up a little straighter.
“Mr Padalecki... I’ve been wondering if perhaps I haven’t been quite as firm with your punishment as I should,” Professor Ackles starts, before pausing, as if waiting for Jared to respond.
“I-- I don’t know, sir,” Jared says. He was the one who came up with the detentions, and he’s fairly certain they both know it’s no longer a question of punishment at this point. Maybe the headmaster thinks Jared is enjoying it too much and is going to make him serve normal detention instead? Jared’s heart rate kicks up at the thought, and his mind races to find a reason to keep serving with the headmaster.
“I think once a week isn’t quite enough, wouldn’t you say? Maybe you need some extra detentions, as a reminder to behave?
Jared’s nodding before the headmaster can even finish his sentence, but he answers anyway, just for emphasis.
“Yes, sir, I think you’re right, I think I need more... detentions.” Jared doesn’t miss the flash in Professor Ackles’ eyes at the word “need”.
“Good. Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow afternoon. Classes are over at 2:45, so I’ll expect you here at 3 o’clock sharp,” Professor Ackles says, his commanding tone sending shivers of want down Jared’s spine. Jared goes back to class distracted, head full of possibilities. He knows what he wants, but he’s not sure he’ll have the courage to ask.
***
The anticipation building low in Jensen’s belly is starting to feel familiar as he waits for Jared. It’s 2:58, and Jared hasn’t been late yet. Jensen isn’t sure he wants to admit how much he’s been looking forward to this. He spent hours trying to get Jared out of his head last night, and was embarrassingly distracted in the staff meeting this morning.
2:59. Jensen’s palms are sweating, and realizes he’s nervous. He’s just starting to think there’s a chance Jared won’t show up, that he’s pushing too hard or that Jared is getting bored, and the thought sparks a moment of panic just as Jared knocks. Jensen takes a breath and smoothes his ragged nerves before calling out, “Enter,” in his most imperious Professor voice.
Jared walks in, pink cheeked as ever, his uniform rumpled, his hair mussed. Jensen wants to smooth it down, or maybe ruffle it even more. Instead, he raises an eyebrow at Jared, who quickly flattens his hair and tries to straighten his shirt.
“Sorry sir... you know, my friend Chad...” Jared trails off and Jensen chuckles knowingly. Everyone knows Chad Murray, and Jensen guesses he and Jared were wrestling or something. He suppresses the flare of jealousy at someone else’s hands on Jared, careful not to examine the emotion too closely, and motions Jared forward.
Jared doesn’t sit in the chair, instead dropping his bag and stepping forward so he’s on the verge of being on Jensen’s side of the desk. Jensen masks his surprise and looks up at Jared questioningly.
“Sir, I was wondering if maybe today I could... I was wondering if you would show me how to...” Jared ducks his head, cheeks blazing red, before taking in a gulp of air and continuing in one mumbled breath. “How to get you off.”
Jensen’s eyes widen. He was already half hard before Jared even knocked, but now he’s nearly painfully stiff and Jared is standing there, so bashful, hiding behind his bangs.
“What do you want to do to me, Mr Padalecki? Tell me exactly,” Jensen says, a hint of a growl slipping into the order. Jared stares at his shoes for a moment before stepping forward and dropping to his knees at Jensen’s feet.
“I want to suck you sir. Please,” Jared says, lifting his gaze to meet Jensen’s. It’s his unaffected innocence that hits Jensen, the fact that he’s kneeling to beg Jensen and he’s never even had a cock in his mouth. Jensen has to steady himself for a moment before responding.
“Come here. Closer.”
Jared shuffles closer and Jensen turns in his chair, spreading his knees so Jared can settle between them.
“Unbutton my pants,” Jensen says, and Jared does it shakily. Jared pulls Jensen’s pants down with his underwear without being asked, and Jensen thinks he should admonish him but he just lifts his hips to make it easier. The moment Jensen’s cock is free, Jared wraps a hand around it and promptly freezes.
“Do you have any idea what to do?” Jensen asks, not unkindly. Jared shakes his head without breaking eye contact, and his steady, trusting gaze is starting to tug at Jensen’s chest, the tension rising until Jensen cups his hand around Jared’s jaw and thumbs at his bottom lip.
“Get your lips nice and wet. Yeah, like that, good,” Jensen says, getting a little breathless watching Jared slowly slide his tongue around his mouth. Jensen pulls Jared closer, until the head of his cock is resting against Jared’s lips, and presses forward. Jared parts his lips and slips his tongue forward to run against the underside of Jensen’s cock.
Jared tries to take all of Jensen’s cock, but it’s quickly clear that he can’t and Jensen guides his hand, showing him how to stroke his cock as he bobs up and down. Jared watches Jensen with a look of utter concentration the whole time, like pleasing him is the most important thing in the world. Every time Jared rubs his tongue in just the right place, or twists his hand just the right way, Jensen can’t hold back a soft moan and Jared picks it up quickly, doing things Jensen loves without having to be told.
With every groan and sigh from Jensen’s lips, Jared picks up speed, and it’s an embarrassingly short amount of time before Jensen is tightening his grip on Jared’s hair, his hips rocking up into Jared’s mouth. Jensen tries to pull Jared off for a moment but Jared stubbornly refuses with a muffled whine that sends vibrations through Jensen’s cock. He comes an instant later, white hot pleasure racing through him as his hips jerk helplessly, Jared pushing himself to swallow as much as he can, not letting up until Jensen is oversensitized and trembling.
Jensen’s still breathing hard as Jared slowly stands. He wants to say something, maybe order Jared onto his desk and remind him who’s in charge, but he can’t seem to speak. He feels weak and desperate, whether from the orgasm or something else, he isn’t sure. The need written across Jared’s face is mirrored in Jensen and he pushes Jared up against the desk and tears open his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers and immediately wrapping his mouth around Jared’s cock. Jared inhales sharply and begins to thrust into Jensen’s mouth, and Jensen doesn’t even bother holding him down, instead swallowing around Jared’s cock, taking it into his throat. Jensen shoves himself down on Jared’s cock again and again, aching need for Jared growing instead of abating, and is suddenly aware of Jared tugging at his hair and babbling above him.
“Oh my god, oh god, oh-- sir, I’m going to-- please, please sir, fuck.”
Jared comes down Jensen’s throat, hot spurts quickly swallowed as Jensen works his throat around Jared’s cock. When it’s over, Jared practically collapses back against the desk. Jensen sits back in his chair, thrown by his own lack of self control. He resists the rather strong urge to pull Jared into his lap, instead zipping himself up and standing. Jared scrambles to do the same, and Jensen wordlessly walks him to the door. Jared takes his bag and leaves, uncertainty written all over his face.
***
Jared’s not sure what he did wrong, but he’s hoping against hope that Professor Ackles will still let him serve detention on Friday. Until then, he’s stuck with the image of plush lips around his cock. It’s a good image and it has Jared coming over his fist that night and again the next. Jared tries desperately not to linger on how badly he wanted to be held after, how much he craved Professor Ackles’ lips on his own. He knows this is about sex, and no matter how much Jared may want the headmaster in so many more ways than what they’re doing, he’s going to hold it in check and take what he can get.
Thursday Jared has swim practice, or at least he usually does. Today, Chad waits until class is out to gleefully inform him that practice has been cancelled due to Coach having mono. Jared mournfully watches Chad ride away through the rain on his bicycle before dialing his mom’s number and leaving a voicemail. He’s not surprised; his mother won’t be off work for another few hours. Jared starts off down the street toward his house, pulling up his hood and yanking down his sleeves, before he realizes he doesn’t have his key on him. He could wait on the front porch for a few hours, but it’s raining and it’s cold and he figures he’s better off staying here, maybe holing up in the library until his mom can come pick him up.
The rain’s coming down so hard Jared doesn’t see the car until it almost hits him as he crosses the parking lot. He holds up a hand in apology and starts to turn around when he hears a honk. Turning back, he finds Professor Ackles motioning him over from the rolled down window.
“You want a ride somewhere?” the headmaster shouts over the rain.
“Nowhere to go,” Jared says honestly, then realizes how pathetic that sounds. He’s about to add that he’s headed to the library anyway when Professor Ackles grins.
“Get in.”
***
Jensen’s been trying to work up the willpower to end this thing since their extra detention on Tuesday. He doesn’t know what it is about Jared that makes him lose control, but he knows it can’t go on. Now he finds himself pulling out of the parking lot with a very wet and very confused looking Jared in the passenger seat, and he can’t help the giddy anticipation spreading through him.
“Where are we going?” Jared asks, peeking at Jensen through the hair plastered to his forehead. Jensen has to suppress a laugh.
“My place, if that’s okay. You can hang out until you find someplace to go.” Jensen says, teasing.
“I’m not, like, homeless or something. My parents are at work and I don’t have my key,” Jared says, sounding offended. Jensen looks over at him, and Jared’s practically pouting, but he quickly smoothes the frown off his face and nods.
“Yeah, your place sounds good. Thanks.”
The rest of the ride passes in silence and Jared is staring out the window when they pull up to Jensen’s house. It’s not huge, but it’s nice, and Jared is looking around like he doesn’t want to miss a single detail. They run from the car to the house, Jensen laughing at Jared trying to take cover under his already soaked hoodie.
Jensen unlocks the door and motions for Jared to enter before following him in. Jared takes off his shoes then hesitates as his socks leave puddles in the entryway.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of those clothes,” Jensen says, unable to keep smile off his face. Jared’s looking at him a little strangely, but he nods and follows Jensen to his room.
Jensen gets a towel and tugs Jared’s shirt off before unbuttoning his pants and peeling them off. He pulls off Jared’s socks and doesn’t lick the curve of Jared’s calf or suck the water off Jared’s hips like he wants to. He does, however, slip his hands up to Jared’s boxers, the wet material clinging to the hard line of Jared’s cock.
“Okay if I take these off too?” Jensen asks, his mouth dangerously close to the wet cotton. Jared swallows hard and nods, so Jensen slowly drags them off and licks a stripe up the shaft of Jared’s cock, relishing the contrast between cool moisture and hot skin. Jared takes a shuddery breath as Jensen stands up. He gently rubs the towel along Jared’s arms, then his back and chest, before dropping back down to dry Jared’s legs and feet. Jared’s breathing hard by the time Jensen comes back up and Jensen lets himself be pulled into a kiss. Jared’s naked, barefoot and on his toes to reach Jensen’s lips, and the sheer trust in his eyes has Jensen pushing him back onto the bed.
“God, look at you. You have no idea, do you?” Jensen says, hardly aware that he’s speaking, bewitched by the scene before him. Jared’s sprawled out on his bed, all that warm, tanned skin there for Jensen to touch. Jared’s looking up at Jensen through wet lashes, his face so open, so full of unabashed desire, and Jensen just wants him, need sudden and sharp and overwhelming. He tears his clothes off so fast he hears buttons popping but he can’t find it in himself to care, just crawls onto the bed to cover Jared’s smaller body with his own.
***
Jared’s never seen Professor Ackles so unrestrained, like his control is slipping bit by bit. It’s like seeing under the veneer of Headmaster and into who he really is, and Jared wants it, all of it. The headmaster’s above him, pinning his hips down and pressing his chest to Jared’s and Jared’s brain is shorting out because there’s hot skin sliding against his and warm breath against his neck and fingers running through his hair. He mindlessly grinds up against the Professor Ackles’ cock and feels a shudder go through the man.
“Fuck, so fucking hot, gonna kill me, God, Jared,” comes the half-coherent babble, lips vibrating against Jared’s neck, and Jared freezes. He hadn’t even been sure Professor Ackles knew his first name.
***
Jensen feels Jared tense under him and immediately pulls back.
“What’s wrong?”
Jared looks up at him with those ridiculously big eyes and blinks a few times before shaking his head.
“Nothing, nothing. You... you said my name, it’s nothing,” Jared says, obviously trying to cover up his reaction.
Jensen realizes Jared’s right. He’s always called him by his last name, the same way he does with all his students. He feels a twinge of anger at the thought of Jared as just one of his students, but shoves it down.
“Is that okay?” Jensen asks, leaning in to murmur the words into Jared’s ear. Jared nods against him and Jensen grins.
He takes his time, kissing and biting his way down Jared’s neck to his collar bone, dropping lower to graze his teeth against Jared’s nipple. Jensen can’t help but marvel at how responsive Jared is, arching into every touch, mewling and gasping as Jensen explores his body. When Jensen reaches the sharp curve of Jared’s hipbones, he can’t resist sinking his teeth in and sucking till he knows there’ll be a mark as Jared whimpers and twists under him. Jensen presses soft kisses along Jared’s skin from his hip to the base of his cock and slides his tongue up the underside of the shaft. He does it again, and again, light licks with just the tip of his tongue, teasing along Jared’s cock, until Jared is practically sobbing with need.
“Please, oh God please, just-- oh God, please sir--”
“Jensen,” Jensen corrects, a little more harshly than he intended, the sudden need to hear Jared say his name flaring white hot and demanding. Jared pauses, his eyes widening in surprise, and Jensen resumes torturing him with his tongue.
“J-Jensen, oh God, please, Jensen, I need you to... Jensen please,” Jared says, and every word stokes the fire in Jensen’s chest, the drive of desire and need guiding his actions as he finally opens his lips around Jared’s cock and takes him in. Jensen only slides his lips down Jared’s cock once before pulling off to look back up at him. Jared’s a mess, his hair still damp and rumpled in all directions, his face red and his pupils blown, his breath coming fast and heavy. Jensen wants to take him apart. He reaches for his nightstand, grabbing the lube out of the drawer while Jared follows his movements with arousal-hazy eyes. Jensen climbs back between Jared’s legs and swallows his cock down in one smooth motion. He slicks his fingers while Jared is sufficiently distracted and slides one fingertip around Jared’s hole. Jared’s pleading has devolved into wordless moans, but he cries out “Oh God,” when Jensen presses his finger into him.
Jensen keeps his mouth loose around Jared, the pressure just shy of enough, as he slips another finger in and crooks them. When Jensen finds his prostate, Jared’s hips buck up off the bed and Jensen has to swallow around the cock suddenly deep in his throat. He bobs up and down, rubbing incessantly at Jared’s prostate, and is rewarded with Jared scrabbling for purchase, his hands tangling in the blanket, his toes digging into the mattress as his hips start to falter in their rhythm. Jensen hums his approval and hollows his cheeks and Jared comes, body arching up off the bed as he pulses into Jensen’s throat.
When Jensen is done sucking every drop of come into his mouth, he props himself up to examine his handiwork. Jared is sprawled out like a rag doll, his legs spread and his hands still loosely grasping the blanket. The pink flush across his cheeks isn’t fading but his half-open eyes watch Jensen without a trace of shame, only hazy satisfaction.
“You okay?” Jensen asks with a smile, crawling up to lie beside Jared.
“Mmnnyeaamnn,” Jared mumbles, which Jensen takes as a yes. Jared rolls over to plaster himself to Jensen’s side, hand sliding clumsily to wrap around Jensen’s achingly hard cock. Jensen’s about to protest that Jared really doesn’t need to this when he’s clearly out of it when Jared curls himself down to follow his hand with his mouth. Jensen can’t think of a single argument against having this tight wet heat around his cock. In fact, he can barely think at all, and he just lies back and loses himself in Jared’s lazy strokes, the way Jared can barely hold himself up but tries to swirl his tongue around the head of Jensen’s cock before settling into a steady rhythm.
Jensen comes hard, feeling like he’s been on edge for hours, and Jared swallows it all before flopping back to lie beside Jensen. He looks boneless and small and completely fucked out and Jensen gathers him against his chest to pull the blanket over both of them, letting the warm contentment seeping into him take over as he closes his eyes.
***
When Jensen wakes up three hours later, it’s to Jared wrapped around him like an octopus, still asleep. Jensen hasn’t woken up with another person in years, and he has no idea what to do with this. This was supposed to be a school thing, something they’d do only in Jensen’s office, only on Jensen’s terms. A pit of anxiety is forming in Jensen’s stomach and he carefully pries Jared off of him to roll out of bed. Jared snuffles and groans a bit before rolling over to blink sleepily up at him.
“ ‘S it time to go?” Jared asks, his voice so full of trust and warmth and Jensen feels panic rising in his throat.
“Yes. Your parents are probably home now.” Jensen turns away and starts to collect his clothes, uncomfortably aware of Jared’s gaze still on him. He hears a sigh, then Jared getting out of bed and getting dressed. The awkward tension grows as they get in the car, Jensen hardly daring to look over at Jared for fear of what the boy might see on his face. Jared, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be having the same problem; he spends most of the ride blatantly staring at Jensen.
“What?” Jensen finally snaps.
“Nothing,” Jared says quickly, turning to look out the window. “You’re just... you’re acting different. From earlier, I mean,” Jared adds, a faint tinge of pink appearing at the tips of his ears.
Jensen doesn’t have a good answer to that. He’s irritated with himself for being so obvious, irritated at Jared for pointing it out, and more than anything, he needs to not be around Jared right now. They pull up outside Jared’s house and Jensen doesn’t look at him, doesn’t say a word until Jared finally opens the car door and gets out.
“Do I still have detention on Friday?” Jared asks, bending at the waist to speak to Jensen. Jensen can’t speak, can’t look over, so he just nods jerkily and waits for Jared to close the door and walk away.
It’s not until he’s driving away that Jensen curses himself for agreeing to see Jared again, but as he’s burrowing into his blanket that night, inhaling the scent of Jared lingering on his pillows, a part of him can’t deny that he’s counting down the minutes until the next time he sees the kid.
***
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5K (for this part)
Warnings and kinks: age difference, angst, dirty talk, fingering, obedience, oral, rimming, teacher/student, underage (Jared is 15, Jensen is late 20s), virginity.
Summary: Jared is a student at an elite private school. Jensen is the headmaster who's taken an interest in him. Cue office sex and a surprising amount of angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jared, Jensen, or anyone else. This is fiction.
This was originally written for this prompt over on the spn kink meme.
Friday afternoon comes after a stressful week for Jensen, tension knotting his muscles and clenching his jaw. Every glimpse he’s gotten of Jared this week has been like a patch of blue sky through heavy clouds, and Jensen has found himself looking forward to this moment more and more. He’s not entirely sure what he’ll allow to happen, but he knows Jared won’t just be doing his homework. Every moment he’s spent staring up at his bedroom ceiling with the image of wide hazel eyes burned bright on his retinas has made him sure of that.
The knock on his door is a little less hesitant this time. Jensen stands and calls for Jared to enter.
Jared walks in, coming to stand nervously in front of Jensen’s desk. He looks good, uniform clinging to his slender frame in all the right places, floppy hair falling in his eyes. He’s looking up at Jensen through his lashes, cheeks pink, hands twisting behind his back. Jensen holds his gaze silently for a moment longer than necessary, watching the boy grow more and more uncomfortable. Finally, Jared can’t seem to take it any more.
“I brought my homework this time,” he blurts out before snapping his mouth shut, blushing.
“Good. But I wondered if... maybe you’d like to learn something else this afternoon?” Jensen asks, not bothering to conceal the heat in his voice.
“Y-Yes sir, I would,” Jared says quickly, before adding, “Please.”
Jensen practically shudders. Jared’s so eager to please, so willing and naive and not at all what Jensen had first thought.
“Take off your clothes. Yes, everything,” Jensen adds when Jared hesitates. Jared puts his bookbag down and starts unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling a little. He’s blushing hard as he slowly strips, his erection becoming more and more obvious as it’s uncovered. Jensen doesn’t take his eyes off him for a second, just watches as inch after inch of golden skin is revealed. It’s only when Jared is standing naked before the desk, clothes in a neat stack beside him, that Jensen walks to the door and locks it.
“Get on my desk. Lie back and hold your knees against your chest.”
Jared doesn’t even hesitate for a moment, practically scrambling onto the smooth wood and holding himself exactly as Jensen said. The show of obedience sends a jolt of arousal through Jensen and he walks around to his chair but doesn’t sit down.
“Good boy. Now you’re going to hold still while you answer some questions for me, okay?” Jensen asks, watching Jared’s face carefully for any sign of fear or apprehension. He finds none, just confusion and arousal. Jensen slides a hand up the exposed back of Jared’s upper thigh, then down to the curve of his ass.
“Before me, had anyone ever fingered you?” Jensen asks as he lowers his lips to press against the soft white flesh of Jared’s thigh.
“N-No, sir,” Jared stutters. Jensen brushes his lips down, closer to Jared’s hole, and breathes out. Jared jumps in surprise.
“Has anyone ever given you a blowjob?” Jensen asks before sliding his tongue up Jared’s shaft. Jared’s hips jerk and he gasps sharply.
“No,” Jared says, his voice cracking.
“Has anyone ever rimmed you?” Jensen asks, and Jared is silent. Jensen looks up to find Jared looking down at him in puzzlement and embarrassment.
“I... I don’t know what that means, sir,” Jared whispers, seeming mortified. The innocence in his voice is in such delicious counterpoint with the way he’s holding himself open for Jensen that Jensen can’t resist trailing his tongue lower, to circle Jared’s hole.
“Do you want me to show you?” Jensen asks, lips moving an inch from Jared’s skin.
“Y-Yes, please, yes,” Jared answers, squirming.
Jensen slides his tongue around Jared’s hole once more before running over it, feeling Jared twitch at the unexpected contact. Jensen presses the tip of his tongue against Jared’s tight hole, twisting and pushing in as Jared whimpers. He pulls back slightly to tease along the rim before shoving in again, deeper this time. Jared’s hips are rocking minutely into the trusts of Jensen’s tongue, rhythmic moans falling from him mouth. When Jensen curls and rolls his tongue inside, Jared starts to writhe, hands struggling to hold himself open. Jensen doesn’t let up until Jared is begging, moans and cries punctuated with “Oh my God,” and “Please, please sir.”
Jensen pulls away to watch Jared, his cheeks blazing, sweat dampening his temples. Jared’s holding himself as still as he can, his shoulders trembling with the effort. Jensen slides one spit-slick finger around Jared’s glistening hole, watching him shift into the contact, seeking more.
“Have you ever fingered yourself?” Jensen asks, continuing their previous conversation as though he hadn’t just reduced Jared to a quivering mess. It takes Jared a few seconds to answer.
“I... No, sir. Almost, last week...” Jared answers, voice raw and strained, as he cranes his neck to meet Jensen’s eye.
Jensen sinks his fingertip into Jared, lazily pressing deeper as he speaks.
“Almost?”
“I... I started to, but I... I came before I could...”
Jensen’s eyes widen and his finger stills inside Jared.
“You came? And what were you thinking about when you came, Mr Padalecki?” Jensen asks, curling his fingertip up to rub against Jared’s prostate. Jared cries out at the touch and arches off the desk, his spine a hard curve. He’s panting by the time he manages to grit out an answer.
“You... you, I was thinking about you, touching me... please, please sir, I need--”
The pleas descend into incoherent babbling that goes straight to Jensen’s cock and he grinds his palm against it for a moment before focusing once again on Jared. Jensen slips another finger alongside the first and crooks them both to resume rubbing at Jared’s prostate. He wraps his other hand around Jared’s cock and Jared’s head snaps back, his throat a taut line, every muscle in his body going tense.
“God, look at you, you’re so fucking hot like this, squirming around on my fingers. You wanna come?” Jensen allows a growl to slip into his voice, unable to resist. Jared’s nodding frantically, knuckles turning white where he’s gripping his own legs tight.
“Ask me. Beg me for it.”
Jared’s eyes fly open and Jensen finds himself staring into his burning hazel gaze.
“Please-- God, please, sir, can I come? Please?” Jared pleads, his voice breaking.
Jensen makes him wait for a few deliciously long seconds before replying.
“Yes. Come for me.”
Jared comes with a sharp moan, nails digging into his own flesh, hips rocking back and forth between Jensen’s fist around his cock and Jensen’s fingers in his ass. Jensen strokes him through it, softly murmuring praise. When Jared finally goes limp, legs dropping to dangle off the edge of the desk, head lolling against the wood, Jensen steps back. He wipes his hands and Jared’s stomach with a napkin and chuckles at Jared’s boneless attempt to help.
“This is starting to be feel a little familiar. Do me a favor and don’t run away this time.” Jensen sits in his chair and pulls Jared’s unresisting body down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him. Jared folds himself against Jensen’s chest and tucks his head under Jensen’s chin. Jensen’s surprised at the warm affection unfolding in his chest but he doesn’t question it.
***
Jared feels like every inch of him is bathed in a warm, safe glow. It’s only as he’s starting to drift into sleep that he registers the hard bulge under him and the fact that while he may have had the best orgasm of his life, Professor Ackles has not. Jared lifts his head to look up at the headmaster.
“Can I... Do you want me to...” Jared trails off, gesturing down at Professor Ackles’ lap. The headmaster raises an eyebrow.
“Maybe next time, if you’re very good,” Professor Ackles replies. Jared drops his head back onto the headmaster’s chest and stays there until his one hour of detention is over.
***
By Sunday night, Jared is contemplating pulling a fire alarm or hiding more organs in teachers’ desks. He stays up trying to devise the most likely way to get sent to Professor Ackles’ office without actually causing any damage to his permanent record. On Monday morning, however, he’s called to the office before he’s even had a chance to break any rules.
Jared waits outside, eavesdropping as someone else gets a lecture about smoking on school property, until he’s called in. He avoids eye contact with the kid walking out, certain his excitement is written all over his face. Jared walks into the office and shuts the door without thinking about it, turning back to find Professor Ackles behind his desk, looking impeccably neat and proper as always. Jared sits in the chair in front of the desk and watches the headmaster flip through some papers. When he finally looks up, his lucid green stare sends a rush of heat through Jared and he sits up a little straighter.
“Mr Padalecki... I’ve been wondering if perhaps I haven’t been quite as firm with your punishment as I should,” Professor Ackles starts, before pausing, as if waiting for Jared to respond.
“I-- I don’t know, sir,” Jared says. He was the one who came up with the detentions, and he’s fairly certain they both know it’s no longer a question of punishment at this point. Maybe the headmaster thinks Jared is enjoying it too much and is going to make him serve normal detention instead? Jared’s heart rate kicks up at the thought, and his mind races to find a reason to keep serving with the headmaster.
“I think once a week isn’t quite enough, wouldn’t you say? Maybe you need some extra detentions, as a reminder to behave?
Jared’s nodding before the headmaster can even finish his sentence, but he answers anyway, just for emphasis.
“Yes, sir, I think you’re right, I think I need more... detentions.” Jared doesn’t miss the flash in Professor Ackles’ eyes at the word “need”.
“Good. Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow afternoon. Classes are over at 2:45, so I’ll expect you here at 3 o’clock sharp,” Professor Ackles says, his commanding tone sending shivers of want down Jared’s spine. Jared goes back to class distracted, head full of possibilities. He knows what he wants, but he’s not sure he’ll have the courage to ask.
***
The anticipation building low in Jensen’s belly is starting to feel familiar as he waits for Jared. It’s 2:58, and Jared hasn’t been late yet. Jensen isn’t sure he wants to admit how much he’s been looking forward to this. He spent hours trying to get Jared out of his head last night, and was embarrassingly distracted in the staff meeting this morning.
2:59. Jensen’s palms are sweating, and realizes he’s nervous. He’s just starting to think there’s a chance Jared won’t show up, that he’s pushing too hard or that Jared is getting bored, and the thought sparks a moment of panic just as Jared knocks. Jensen takes a breath and smoothes his ragged nerves before calling out, “Enter,” in his most imperious Professor voice.
Jared walks in, pink cheeked as ever, his uniform rumpled, his hair mussed. Jensen wants to smooth it down, or maybe ruffle it even more. Instead, he raises an eyebrow at Jared, who quickly flattens his hair and tries to straighten his shirt.
“Sorry sir... you know, my friend Chad...” Jared trails off and Jensen chuckles knowingly. Everyone knows Chad Murray, and Jensen guesses he and Jared were wrestling or something. He suppresses the flare of jealousy at someone else’s hands on Jared, careful not to examine the emotion too closely, and motions Jared forward.
Jared doesn’t sit in the chair, instead dropping his bag and stepping forward so he’s on the verge of being on Jensen’s side of the desk. Jensen masks his surprise and looks up at Jared questioningly.
“Sir, I was wondering if maybe today I could... I was wondering if you would show me how to...” Jared ducks his head, cheeks blazing red, before taking in a gulp of air and continuing in one mumbled breath. “How to get you off.”
Jensen’s eyes widen. He was already half hard before Jared even knocked, but now he’s nearly painfully stiff and Jared is standing there, so bashful, hiding behind his bangs.
“What do you want to do to me, Mr Padalecki? Tell me exactly,” Jensen says, a hint of a growl slipping into the order. Jared stares at his shoes for a moment before stepping forward and dropping to his knees at Jensen’s feet.
“I want to suck you sir. Please,” Jared says, lifting his gaze to meet Jensen’s. It’s his unaffected innocence that hits Jensen, the fact that he’s kneeling to beg Jensen and he’s never even had a cock in his mouth. Jensen has to steady himself for a moment before responding.
“Come here. Closer.”
Jared shuffles closer and Jensen turns in his chair, spreading his knees so Jared can settle between them.
“Unbutton my pants,” Jensen says, and Jared does it shakily. Jared pulls Jensen’s pants down with his underwear without being asked, and Jensen thinks he should admonish him but he just lifts his hips to make it easier. The moment Jensen’s cock is free, Jared wraps a hand around it and promptly freezes.
“Do you have any idea what to do?” Jensen asks, not unkindly. Jared shakes his head without breaking eye contact, and his steady, trusting gaze is starting to tug at Jensen’s chest, the tension rising until Jensen cups his hand around Jared’s jaw and thumbs at his bottom lip.
“Get your lips nice and wet. Yeah, like that, good,” Jensen says, getting a little breathless watching Jared slowly slide his tongue around his mouth. Jensen pulls Jared closer, until the head of his cock is resting against Jared’s lips, and presses forward. Jared parts his lips and slips his tongue forward to run against the underside of Jensen’s cock.
Jared tries to take all of Jensen’s cock, but it’s quickly clear that he can’t and Jensen guides his hand, showing him how to stroke his cock as he bobs up and down. Jared watches Jensen with a look of utter concentration the whole time, like pleasing him is the most important thing in the world. Every time Jared rubs his tongue in just the right place, or twists his hand just the right way, Jensen can’t hold back a soft moan and Jared picks it up quickly, doing things Jensen loves without having to be told.
With every groan and sigh from Jensen’s lips, Jared picks up speed, and it’s an embarrassingly short amount of time before Jensen is tightening his grip on Jared’s hair, his hips rocking up into Jared’s mouth. Jensen tries to pull Jared off for a moment but Jared stubbornly refuses with a muffled whine that sends vibrations through Jensen’s cock. He comes an instant later, white hot pleasure racing through him as his hips jerk helplessly, Jared pushing himself to swallow as much as he can, not letting up until Jensen is oversensitized and trembling.
Jensen’s still breathing hard as Jared slowly stands. He wants to say something, maybe order Jared onto his desk and remind him who’s in charge, but he can’t seem to speak. He feels weak and desperate, whether from the orgasm or something else, he isn’t sure. The need written across Jared’s face is mirrored in Jensen and he pushes Jared up against the desk and tears open his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers and immediately wrapping his mouth around Jared’s cock. Jared inhales sharply and begins to thrust into Jensen’s mouth, and Jensen doesn’t even bother holding him down, instead swallowing around Jared’s cock, taking it into his throat. Jensen shoves himself down on Jared’s cock again and again, aching need for Jared growing instead of abating, and is suddenly aware of Jared tugging at his hair and babbling above him.
“Oh my god, oh god, oh-- sir, I’m going to-- please, please sir, fuck.”
Jared comes down Jensen’s throat, hot spurts quickly swallowed as Jensen works his throat around Jared’s cock. When it’s over, Jared practically collapses back against the desk. Jensen sits back in his chair, thrown by his own lack of self control. He resists the rather strong urge to pull Jared into his lap, instead zipping himself up and standing. Jared scrambles to do the same, and Jensen wordlessly walks him to the door. Jared takes his bag and leaves, uncertainty written all over his face.
***
Jared’s not sure what he did wrong, but he’s hoping against hope that Professor Ackles will still let him serve detention on Friday. Until then, he’s stuck with the image of plush lips around his cock. It’s a good image and it has Jared coming over his fist that night and again the next. Jared tries desperately not to linger on how badly he wanted to be held after, how much he craved Professor Ackles’ lips on his own. He knows this is about sex, and no matter how much Jared may want the headmaster in so many more ways than what they’re doing, he’s going to hold it in check and take what he can get.
Thursday Jared has swim practice, or at least he usually does. Today, Chad waits until class is out to gleefully inform him that practice has been cancelled due to Coach having mono. Jared mournfully watches Chad ride away through the rain on his bicycle before dialing his mom’s number and leaving a voicemail. He’s not surprised; his mother won’t be off work for another few hours. Jared starts off down the street toward his house, pulling up his hood and yanking down his sleeves, before he realizes he doesn’t have his key on him. He could wait on the front porch for a few hours, but it’s raining and it’s cold and he figures he’s better off staying here, maybe holing up in the library until his mom can come pick him up.
The rain’s coming down so hard Jared doesn’t see the car until it almost hits him as he crosses the parking lot. He holds up a hand in apology and starts to turn around when he hears a honk. Turning back, he finds Professor Ackles motioning him over from the rolled down window.
“You want a ride somewhere?” the headmaster shouts over the rain.
“Nowhere to go,” Jared says honestly, then realizes how pathetic that sounds. He’s about to add that he’s headed to the library anyway when Professor Ackles grins.
“Get in.”
***
Jensen’s been trying to work up the willpower to end this thing since their extra detention on Tuesday. He doesn’t know what it is about Jared that makes him lose control, but he knows it can’t go on. Now he finds himself pulling out of the parking lot with a very wet and very confused looking Jared in the passenger seat, and he can’t help the giddy anticipation spreading through him.
“Where are we going?” Jared asks, peeking at Jensen through the hair plastered to his forehead. Jensen has to suppress a laugh.
“My place, if that’s okay. You can hang out until you find someplace to go.” Jensen says, teasing.
“I’m not, like, homeless or something. My parents are at work and I don’t have my key,” Jared says, sounding offended. Jensen looks over at him, and Jared’s practically pouting, but he quickly smoothes the frown off his face and nods.
“Yeah, your place sounds good. Thanks.”
The rest of the ride passes in silence and Jared is staring out the window when they pull up to Jensen’s house. It’s not huge, but it’s nice, and Jared is looking around like he doesn’t want to miss a single detail. They run from the car to the house, Jensen laughing at Jared trying to take cover under his already soaked hoodie.
Jensen unlocks the door and motions for Jared to enter before following him in. Jared takes off his shoes then hesitates as his socks leave puddles in the entryway.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of those clothes,” Jensen says, unable to keep smile off his face. Jared’s looking at him a little strangely, but he nods and follows Jensen to his room.
Jensen gets a towel and tugs Jared’s shirt off before unbuttoning his pants and peeling them off. He pulls off Jared’s socks and doesn’t lick the curve of Jared’s calf or suck the water off Jared’s hips like he wants to. He does, however, slip his hands up to Jared’s boxers, the wet material clinging to the hard line of Jared’s cock.
“Okay if I take these off too?” Jensen asks, his mouth dangerously close to the wet cotton. Jared swallows hard and nods, so Jensen slowly drags them off and licks a stripe up the shaft of Jared’s cock, relishing the contrast between cool moisture and hot skin. Jared takes a shuddery breath as Jensen stands up. He gently rubs the towel along Jared’s arms, then his back and chest, before dropping back down to dry Jared’s legs and feet. Jared’s breathing hard by the time Jensen comes back up and Jensen lets himself be pulled into a kiss. Jared’s naked, barefoot and on his toes to reach Jensen’s lips, and the sheer trust in his eyes has Jensen pushing him back onto the bed.
“God, look at you. You have no idea, do you?” Jensen says, hardly aware that he’s speaking, bewitched by the scene before him. Jared’s sprawled out on his bed, all that warm, tanned skin there for Jensen to touch. Jared’s looking up at Jensen through wet lashes, his face so open, so full of unabashed desire, and Jensen just wants him, need sudden and sharp and overwhelming. He tears his clothes off so fast he hears buttons popping but he can’t find it in himself to care, just crawls onto the bed to cover Jared’s smaller body with his own.
***
Jared’s never seen Professor Ackles so unrestrained, like his control is slipping bit by bit. It’s like seeing under the veneer of Headmaster and into who he really is, and Jared wants it, all of it. The headmaster’s above him, pinning his hips down and pressing his chest to Jared’s and Jared’s brain is shorting out because there’s hot skin sliding against his and warm breath against his neck and fingers running through his hair. He mindlessly grinds up against the Professor Ackles’ cock and feels a shudder go through the man.
“Fuck, so fucking hot, gonna kill me, God, Jared,” comes the half-coherent babble, lips vibrating against Jared’s neck, and Jared freezes. He hadn’t even been sure Professor Ackles knew his first name.
***
Jensen feels Jared tense under him and immediately pulls back.
“What’s wrong?”
Jared looks up at him with those ridiculously big eyes and blinks a few times before shaking his head.
“Nothing, nothing. You... you said my name, it’s nothing,” Jared says, obviously trying to cover up his reaction.
Jensen realizes Jared’s right. He’s always called him by his last name, the same way he does with all his students. He feels a twinge of anger at the thought of Jared as just one of his students, but shoves it down.
“Is that okay?” Jensen asks, leaning in to murmur the words into Jared’s ear. Jared nods against him and Jensen grins.
He takes his time, kissing and biting his way down Jared’s neck to his collar bone, dropping lower to graze his teeth against Jared’s nipple. Jensen can’t help but marvel at how responsive Jared is, arching into every touch, mewling and gasping as Jensen explores his body. When Jensen reaches the sharp curve of Jared’s hipbones, he can’t resist sinking his teeth in and sucking till he knows there’ll be a mark as Jared whimpers and twists under him. Jensen presses soft kisses along Jared’s skin from his hip to the base of his cock and slides his tongue up the underside of the shaft. He does it again, and again, light licks with just the tip of his tongue, teasing along Jared’s cock, until Jared is practically sobbing with need.
“Please, oh God please, just-- oh God, please sir--”
“Jensen,” Jensen corrects, a little more harshly than he intended, the sudden need to hear Jared say his name flaring white hot and demanding. Jared pauses, his eyes widening in surprise, and Jensen resumes torturing him with his tongue.
“J-Jensen, oh God, please, Jensen, I need you to... Jensen please,” Jared says, and every word stokes the fire in Jensen’s chest, the drive of desire and need guiding his actions as he finally opens his lips around Jared’s cock and takes him in. Jensen only slides his lips down Jared’s cock once before pulling off to look back up at him. Jared’s a mess, his hair still damp and rumpled in all directions, his face red and his pupils blown, his breath coming fast and heavy. Jensen wants to take him apart. He reaches for his nightstand, grabbing the lube out of the drawer while Jared follows his movements with arousal-hazy eyes. Jensen climbs back between Jared’s legs and swallows his cock down in one smooth motion. He slicks his fingers while Jared is sufficiently distracted and slides one fingertip around Jared’s hole. Jared’s pleading has devolved into wordless moans, but he cries out “Oh God,” when Jensen presses his finger into him.
Jensen keeps his mouth loose around Jared, the pressure just shy of enough, as he slips another finger in and crooks them. When Jensen finds his prostate, Jared’s hips buck up off the bed and Jensen has to swallow around the cock suddenly deep in his throat. He bobs up and down, rubbing incessantly at Jared’s prostate, and is rewarded with Jared scrabbling for purchase, his hands tangling in the blanket, his toes digging into the mattress as his hips start to falter in their rhythm. Jensen hums his approval and hollows his cheeks and Jared comes, body arching up off the bed as he pulses into Jensen’s throat.
When Jensen is done sucking every drop of come into his mouth, he props himself up to examine his handiwork. Jared is sprawled out like a rag doll, his legs spread and his hands still loosely grasping the blanket. The pink flush across his cheeks isn’t fading but his half-open eyes watch Jensen without a trace of shame, only hazy satisfaction.
“You okay?” Jensen asks with a smile, crawling up to lie beside Jared.
“Mmnnyeaamnn,” Jared mumbles, which Jensen takes as a yes. Jared rolls over to plaster himself to Jensen’s side, hand sliding clumsily to wrap around Jensen’s achingly hard cock. Jensen’s about to protest that Jared really doesn’t need to this when he’s clearly out of it when Jared curls himself down to follow his hand with his mouth. Jensen can’t think of a single argument against having this tight wet heat around his cock. In fact, he can barely think at all, and he just lies back and loses himself in Jared’s lazy strokes, the way Jared can barely hold himself up but tries to swirl his tongue around the head of Jensen’s cock before settling into a steady rhythm.
Jensen comes hard, feeling like he’s been on edge for hours, and Jared swallows it all before flopping back to lie beside Jensen. He looks boneless and small and completely fucked out and Jensen gathers him against his chest to pull the blanket over both of them, letting the warm contentment seeping into him take over as he closes his eyes.
***
When Jensen wakes up three hours later, it’s to Jared wrapped around him like an octopus, still asleep. Jensen hasn’t woken up with another person in years, and he has no idea what to do with this. This was supposed to be a school thing, something they’d do only in Jensen’s office, only on Jensen’s terms. A pit of anxiety is forming in Jensen’s stomach and he carefully pries Jared off of him to roll out of bed. Jared snuffles and groans a bit before rolling over to blink sleepily up at him.
“ ‘S it time to go?” Jared asks, his voice so full of trust and warmth and Jensen feels panic rising in his throat.
“Yes. Your parents are probably home now.” Jensen turns away and starts to collect his clothes, uncomfortably aware of Jared’s gaze still on him. He hears a sigh, then Jared getting out of bed and getting dressed. The awkward tension grows as they get in the car, Jensen hardly daring to look over at Jared for fear of what the boy might see on his face. Jared, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be having the same problem; he spends most of the ride blatantly staring at Jensen.
“What?” Jensen finally snaps.
“Nothing,” Jared says quickly, turning to look out the window. “You’re just... you’re acting different. From earlier, I mean,” Jared adds, a faint tinge of pink appearing at the tips of his ears.
Jensen doesn’t have a good answer to that. He’s irritated with himself for being so obvious, irritated at Jared for pointing it out, and more than anything, he needs to not be around Jared right now. They pull up outside Jared’s house and Jensen doesn’t look at him, doesn’t say a word until Jared finally opens the car door and gets out.
“Do I still have detention on Friday?” Jared asks, bending at the waist to speak to Jensen. Jensen can’t speak, can’t look over, so he just nods jerkily and waits for Jared to close the door and walk away.
It’s not until he’s driving away that Jensen curses himself for agreeing to see Jared again, but as he’s burrowing into his blanket that night, inhaling the scent of Jared lingering on his pillows, a part of him can’t deny that he’s counting down the minutes until the next time he sees the kid.
***