Title: Extra Credit
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Kevin
Genre: AU pwp smut, teacher!Sam/student!Kevin...
with a twist.
Warnings: age difference, horny bottom!Kevin,
tie!kink, light bondage, really OOC but there's a brain-warped
reason for that :S
Word Count: 3480
Summary: After falling asleep in the middle of
Mr. Wesson's pop-quiz, Kevin tries to make up his grade ;p
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday balder12! I
really wanted this to be fluffier (and more in character), but it
simply refused to be written that way. So... pron it is!
Disclaimer: Supernatural ain't mine!
~
Its 4:20pm on a Friday afternoon, and Sam Wesson
also known as Mr. W, according to the whiteboard on
the wall - is sitting behind his desk at the head of his
classroom, grading the pop-quizzes from his AP History class
while he supervises that afternoons Detention. Theres
only one student who has had to stay after-school that day, so its
relatively quiet
but that might also be since the student
in question is currently engaging in the very activity he was
given detention for. Sam frowns at the sleeping young man, but
the boy is oblivious, snoring softly in his seat with his head in
his hand.
The huff that escapes Sams lips is part chuckle, part sigh
as he places Kevin Trans half-finished quiz back on the
stack with the others. He pointedly clears his throat, the sound
loud in the quiet of the near-empty classroom, but Kevin fails to
stir. Frown deepening, Sam pushes back his chair, standing up to
round his desk.
Kevin, he calls quietly as he approaches the sleeping
student. Kevin, he tries again, leaning forward in
front of the boys desk so hes closer to eye-level,
but still, Kevin does not wake. Kevin?
The boy finally reacts, giggling in his sleep and murmuring
nonsense, but his eyes remain closed. Sam huffs another low
laugh, shaking his head in amusement, and tries one more time.
Kevin, he calls softly.
Mmmm, Kevin hums, smiling. Mr. Wesson, stop,
he moans breathily, and the giggle that follows this time is
unmistakably coy.
Sam freezes, blinking stupidly in surprise. From where hes
standing, leaning over Kevins desk, all it takes is a quick
glance down to determine exactly what kind of dream
Kevin is having. What kind of dream Kevin is having about him.
Swallowing hard, Sam takes a good step backwards, resolutely
crossing his arms and forcing himself to take a deep breath.
Kevin, he says sharply.
Wha--? Kevin finally startles awake, blinking around
in confusion. And its painfully obvious the moment Kevin
realizes whats happened when he immediately begins to
blush, hunching over himself in his chair. So Sam takes another
step back, sitting against the edge of his own desk and giving
the boy a second to gather himself.
Whats going on, Kevin? he eventually asks.
Its not like you to fall asleep in class, let alone
in the middle of a quiz.
I know, Kevin replies quietly, staring down at his
desk. Im sorry, Mr. W.
Sam sighs, his frown softening with concern. Look Kevin,
youre one of my favorite students. I mean, you never make
the mistake of saying an historic instead of
a historic and I know adults who still make
that mistake.
Kevin huffs a small laugh at that, grinning briefly. Sam gives
him a wry grin in return before turning serious again.
I also know how hard you work to maintain your GPA. So I
know if youd stayed awake long enough to finish the quiz
you wouldve aced it. But as it is, youll only get a
passing grade, he explains gently.
Kevin bites his lip at that, gnawing at it in thought for a
moment. Is there any way I can
improve my grade?
he finally asks, gaze flicking up uncertainly under the long
fringe of his hair.
It takes a moment for Sam to respond, distracted by the flutter
of those dark lashes, but he quickly shakes himself out of it,
clearing his throat before he speaks again. Well, I cant
let you re-take the same test, that wouldnt be fair. But I
suppose we can work out something else, he nods.
Kevin finally raises his head, a spark of something hopeful in
his eyes now. Something else? he asks, the
corner of his mouth quirking upwards, and Sam shifts
uncomfortably in response, the curve of Kevins lips too
similar to what Sam had seen on Kevins dreaming face.
Um
he stammers distractedly, trying valiantly
to ignore the reminder. Uh, yes, like extra credit or
something, he finally manages to get out.
Kevin stands up out of his chair, that small tilt of a grin
stretching across the rest of his mouth with a predatory edge as
he slowly approaches Sams desk. Thank
you, Mister Dub. That sounds good. Ill do anything you
want, he murmurs softly, the hopeful spark in his eyes
blossoming into a heated gaze.
Kevin? Sam near whimpers, pinned like a fly by
the look in those eyes, and what it might mean.
You know Mr. Wesson, I like you too, Kevin purrs, the
softness in his voice laced with intent. Youre definitely
my favorite.
Kevin, Sam tries to warn him off, leaning away
and raising his hands defensively in panic.
In fact, the reason I havent been sleeping is because
Kevin pauses, licking his lips, and Sam eyes are helplessly drawn
to them, entranced as they form their next words
I
cant stop thinking about you. All night long.
Kevin, stop, Sam groans, trying to make his voice
sound stern, but it comes out shaky, even to his own ears.
Why? Its no surprise Kevin ignores him, still
moving closer. I know you want me too. I see the way you
look at me, Kevin whispers, a mere hand-span away from him
now. Sam tries to lean away even further, closing his hands
around Kevins arms to keep him back.
Look, Kevin, Im flattered, really, he chokes
out. But this is inappropriate, he explains, gentle
but admonishing.
Kevins pout is too affected to be one of genuine
disappointment though. Is it the age difference? he
asks, still pushing forward against Sams hold, almost as if
hes enjoying the strength of Sams grip on his arms.
Im legal. And youre not that much
older.
But Im still your teacher, Sam
answers, desperation in his voice.
So teach me, Kevin smirks, leaning close enough to
breathe the words right into Sams mouth. Show me what
its like to be with a man, he whispers, eyes
full of guileful innocence
and yet the hand that cups
around Sams crotch is anything but.
Its right about now that Sam should show some outrage at
the boldness of Kevins actions. At the very least, he
should be surprised at the confidence in Kevins touch,
shocked at the sureness of his grip. But mostly Sam is ashamed,
amazed, and overwhelmed by how hard he already is
and after only a mere few heated looks and some weighted innuendo
- pulsing against that perfect pressure as he gasps and thrusts
helplessly into it.
Kevin instantly tightens his grip in response, encouraged by Sams
reaction, his hot, excited breaths panting across Sams open
mouth. And as Kevin slowly begins rubbing him, pumping him
through his pants, Sam cant help the sounds that spill past
his lips, desperate and full of want. Because yes, Sam
wants this too. No matter how hard hed tried to ignore it,
the fact is, when Kevin called him on it, Sam couldnt even pretend
to deny it. And now that Kevin is practically in his arms,
promising him sweet relief from all that want with the
perfect friction of his hand
Sam can no longer pretend
anything otherwise.
Its written all over his face, in the needy grasp of his
hands around Kevins arms, the greedy thrusts of his hips
against Kevins palm, escaping his throat in groans and
gasps and half-strangled pleas for more. And when Kevin jumps up
on his toes, leveling himself to where Sam is sitting on the edge
of his desk, Sam can actually feel the triumphant smirk
of Kevins lips, curling against his own.
Sam cannot hold back any longer. His restraint had already begun
to crack at the first press of Kevins palm, but at the
teasing graze of Kevins lips against his own the dam
finally breaks, all that pent-up desire washing through him and
obliterating the last remnants of his self-control. He devours
Kevins mouth, crushing him close and greedily swallowing
down every helpless, needy whimper coaxed from Kevins lips.
Kevin is far from helpless against Sams attack
though. As if the sound of his moans alone werent enough to
set any man on fire. But the fervor with which he meets
every press of Sams lips rivals Sams own, tongues and
teeth battling as his knowing and eager grip works Sam to nearly
painful, throbbing fullness.
Suddenly Kevin breaks the kiss,
pushing Sam back just far enough to scrabble frantically at his
belt, unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants to release his
now dripping hard cock. Kevin pauses when he sees the
size of it, an involuntary moan escaping his throat as he all but
pants at it, and then hes reaching for it, with trembling
hands, his fingers finally betraying a sense of trepidation as he
tentatively traces Sams length.
But no, its not trepidation Kevins hands shake with.
Its awe, want, because the next second Kevins
fingers close around him again, with a sure, pumping grip. And
the groan that escapes Sam then feels like its been
wrenched from his lungs, entirely against his will. He barely
even registers Kevin grabbing onto the front of his shirt,
dragging him off the edge of his desk and leading him around it
with slow shuffling steps, pulling him forward with every firm
tug on his dick.
Sam should be embarrassed by the way he pants after the boy,
allowing himself to be led by the cock to god-knows-where, turned
completely around with his slacks hanging off his hips and
halfway to the point of no return. But when the backs of his
knees hit his desk chair, theres nowhere else to go but
down, collapsing back into it. And even as he falls, Kevin is
sinking to his knees on the floor in front of him, licking his
lips as he leans forward to take Sam in his mouth.
Kevin doesnt waste any time teasing Sam. In one, big gulp,
he takes as much as he can, as fast as he can, as if he might
lose the chance otherwise. Its not an unfounded concern.
Although most of the staff and students usually leave early on
Fridays to get a start on the weekend, theres still a few
stragglers around. And the loud, nearly inhuman noise
Sam makes as Kevin sucks him down has Sam glancing furtively at
the classroom door, shoving a fist in his mouth in an attempt to
stifle any more sounds he makes.
It barely works. Sam cant help himself. Kevin devours his
cock with the same ferocity as he did Sams lips, sloppy and
without finesse, but with a heated determination that soon has
Sam thrusting up into Kevins mouth for more. Helpless to
the suction of those sweet, wet lips, Sam is unable to
even keep up the pretense of checking the door.
Then suddenly, as abruptly as hed sucked Sam down, Kevin
stops. Standing up, he leans back to sit on the edge of Sams
desk, uniform pants already unzipped and tangled at his knees,
pumping himself with the kind of steady ease that tells Sam hes
been doing so for a while now. But then Kevin stops that as well
only to kick off his pants the rest of the way and sprawl back
across the desk, spreading open his legs and exposing himself
completely. And as he resumes his rhythm, he uses his other hand
to unbutton his shirt, loosening his school tie and baring even
more skin for Sam to see.
Sams breathing becomes considerably more labored as he
watches, clenching the arms of his chair so hard it begins to
creak under his grip. Not that Sam notices. Once Kevins
done with his tie, his hand keeps moving upwards, fingers pushing
past his own lips to suck them wet, and Sams dick throbs
with the knowledge of what that smirking mouth feels like. When
Kevins fingers emerge again, spit-slick and shiny, Sam is
utterly transfixed, hypnotized by their slow path downward, but a
little too dazed to fully consider their destination, until
finally Kevin is pressing them against his entrance, circling it
gently.
Sams breath is punched out of him them, rushing out of his
lungs with a startled grunt like hed taken an actual blow.
And before he even has a chance to recover, Kevin pushes his
fingers in, neck stretching like some kind of goddamn
swan as he throws his head back with a sighing moan.
Sam barely breathes at all as Kevin thrusts those digits inside
himself, just taking them with that same kind of ease
that tells Sam hes done this many times before
and thats when Sam finally loses it, lunging out of
his chair with a snarl. Is this what you do when everyones
asleep? Touch yourself? Play with yourself? All night long?
he growls.
Kevin nods, still pumping himself. I touch myself, and
think about you, he gasps.
Sam growls, smacking Kevins hand away from his cock and
gripping it himself, pumping it roughly and twisting deftly with
his wrist. Kevin cries out, his legs jerking apart even wider as
his whole body spasms at the treatment, fingers finally losing
their rhythm inside himself. Another snarl as Sam rips himself
away for a moment, scrabbling through the depths of his briefcase
to retrieve a squashed tube of lube. And soon, Sam is replacing
Kevins fingers with his own larger ones, working him open
as he writhes helplessly on the desk.
God, Sam groans at the wanton display.
Mr. W, please, Kevin whimpers, squeezing and
thrusting against his hands.
Yeah, Sam nods, removing them. Yeah.
Papers and pens fall to the floor as Sam pulls Kevin off the
desk, flipping him around and bending him over it. Another
hurried moment to fish a condom out of his wallet and squeeze out
the last of the lube, and then his hands are gripping that soft,
smooth ass, pushing in with much more urgency than he probably
should for someone his size.
But again, Kevin just takes it. Even though he groans
like hes half-dying from the stretch, the other half
obviously revels in the burn, wants it and needs it like
breathing. Sam curses all the way in, and when hes finally
balls deep, he has to suck down deep, shaky breaths, trying to
pull himself together when hes so clearly on the verge of
falling apart.
But Kevin cant see that, face pressed into the pile of
pop-quizzes on the desk, and he wriggles impatiently on Sams
dick, mewling and begging Sam to Fuck me, please.
And theres really no point in fighting it anymore. Sam
fucks him. Sam fucks him good.
He tries to be careful at first, give Kevin some time to adjust
to the size of him, but Kevin doesnt seem to need it,
pushing back on him, slick and open. So he doesnt hold back
anymore, gripping Kevins hips tight and fucking into him
steady and hard.
God, Kevin, Sam groans. You feel so good, so
perfect on my cock.
Go deeper! Kevin gasps. Deeper!
The sound that punches out of Sams chest then is more a sob
than a grunt, a frenzied and incredulous sound, as he works his
hips to give Kevin exactly what he wants.
Kevin cries out when he gets it, bucking with pleasure at the
shift, and Sam aims for that spot again and again, driving into
it mercilessly until Kevin is gasping with every breath. More
quizzes scatter to the floor as Kevin writhes beneath him,
crumpling and tearing paper as he scrabbles at the desk for
purchase.
Sam grabs at Kevins wrists, wrenching them away from the
desk and pinning them behind Kevins back before he does any
more damage. Its a struggle, with the way Kevin is twisting
and writhing beneath him. But then Kevin mindlessly grabs onto
Sams tie where the end of it is hanging over his hands,
brushing over his wrists with Sams every thrust, and the
solution presents itself. Sam yanks the tie off his neck
altogether, looping it around Kevins wrists and pulling it
tight.
Oh God, yes! Yes! Kevin screams, his bound
wrists serving as reins as well as restraints, allowing Sam to
pound into him, hard and fast and all that much deeper. Im
going to come! Fuck! Im going to come!
Come on, baby, do it. Come for me, Sam hisses. And
just like that, Kevin comes, untouched, spraying all over Sams
desk from the force of Sams cock alone.
Jesus, Sam bites out, and just like that hes
coming as well, pulsing deep and hot inside Kevins still
clenching hole.
Long minutes later, while Sam is still buried inside Kevins
body and unwilling to move anywhere else, Kevin pulls his
unfinished pop-quiz from underneath himself, now covered in the
spatter of his come.
So whats my grade now? he asks,
smirking over his shoulder.
Sam huffs a breathless laugh. Id say that was
definitely worth an A plus, he grins, nuzzling behind Kevins
ear.
Kevin giggles, squirming his head away. Mr. W, stop,
he moans, giggling again.
Kevin, Sam murmurs teasingly, nuzzling
behind his other ear.
Mr. Dub! Kevin exclaims, wriggling in
protest.
Kevin! Sam barks, sharp in his ear.
Wha--? Kevin jolts awake, nearly falling out of his
chair when he sees Mr. Wesson hovering over him, face full of
concern.
You fell asleep again, Sam frowns reproachfully,
straightening up and folding his arms across his chest.
I did? Kevin squeaks. Crap, he curses
when he realizes the state of his crotch, instinctively hunching
over himself to try and hide it. Im sorry, he
offers sheepishly.
Its alright, Kevin, Sam sighs, walking back to
his desk. Unlike most of my students, I know if youre
falling asleep in class, its because you really need it.
I really do, Kevin blurts, eyeing his teachers
retreating form with longing.
Well, you can go home now. Detentions over, Sam
says, sitting down at his desk and picking up the next pop-quiz
to grade.
Thank you, Mr. Wesson, Kevin says, scrambling out of
his chair and using his bag to cover his pants as he heads for
the door.
Just dont let happen again, or Ill have to give
you another detention, Sam waves him off.
Sure thing, Mr. Dub. Ill keep that in mind,
Kevin says, grinning slyly to himself at the thought.
~ the end
? or should we go deeper?
CUT! Thats a wrap! Chuck calls out, and the set
springs into a flurry of motion around him, scattered applause
and congratulations directed at him and the stars of todays
scene. Chuck waits for the photographer to take a few last shots
of Sam and Kevin on the come-spattered desk, before standing up
and approaching the actors.
Hey guys, great work, Chuck says as they pull apart,
an assistant handing them some towels to wipe themselves off.
Yeah, sorry I didnt pull out for the come shot, guys.
I dont know what happened, Sam says ruefully.
Its cool, Sam. Its not the end of the world if
we change things up every now and then, Chuck shrugs.
I liked the change, Kevin chimes in. I thought
it was hot.
A somewhat dopey smile spreads across Sams face at that.
Yeah? he says, a little breathlessly.
Yeah, Kevin grins, giving Sam a wink before he turns
and heads for the showers.
A soon as hes out of earshot, Chuck turns to Sam,
wide-eyed. Holy crap, Sam!
Yeah, Sam echoes, eyes still watching Kevin.
I mean, you made Kevin Tran scream. Kevin Tran. He
hasnt done that since
ever! Chuck
flusters.
I know, Sam grins, still dopey. Hes watched all
of Kevins videos, over and over again. So he knows that
while Kevin is usually pretty vocal during a scene, hes
rarely ever a screamer. But then again, when Sam was watching
those videos, he was paying very close attention to what Kevin
seemed to like, working out exactly which buttons to push to
drive him wild, and to finally get to do it was better than he
ever hoped or imagined it would be.
Beckys going to froth when she sees this
footage, Chuck says, and Sam snaps back to attention.
Hey Chuck, please make sure she doesnt tell
anyone I requested this scene with Kevin. Especially not
him, Sam pleads, giving Chuck his best puppy-dog eyes.
Yeah, sure thing, Sam. Dont worry about it,
Chuck grins.
Sam exhales in relief. The last thing he wants is to come across
as a creeper. Hes worked hard to get on Kevin Trans
radar, and hes only just getting started.
~ end NOW? or dream within a dream within a dream?
Osric: Jared! Stop sending me links to Sevin porn or I will break
your other shoulder too!
Jared: *lols*
~ fin. for real.