Supernatural: If I could have just a taste of you (Jensen/Colin Ford AU) 2/?
Summary, disclaimer etc in chapter 1.
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 14/15 in this fic)
A/N: It looks like this is going to be longer than I intended. I wanted to set the scene a bit more so this chapter is from Colin's POV.
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Chapter 2
It takes more effort than Colin anticipated to keep eye contact with Jensen after he’d asked the question. He’s kicking himself, was he too obvious? Of course you were, you moron! he thinks. He’s trying to relax, trying not to let it show that his heart is pounding, his palms are sweaty and he feels a little dizzy with excitement and with fear. He didn’t think he’d see Jensen again and now he’s terrified that the man will laugh at him and turn away, leaving the teen with the same crushed feelings as before. He pushed it too far that last time, pressing himself close to Jensen and getting hard at the older man’s proximity, causing Jensen to rush out of the bar with a flustered “I’m late, I gotta go, sorry!”
He watches as Jensen chokes on his drink, Colin’s body moving forward slightly as he wants to go and make sure the man’s OK, but that would just make him look even more desperate. He covers the movement by turning and pulling the triangle from it’s cradle, taking a token from his pocket and letting the coloured balls out of their tunnel and racking them. He’s more relieved than he’d ever admit to hear footsteps behind him, followed by the clunk of Jensen’s glass being set down on the small table next to them. He chances a look up at the man then and he’s almost certain that Jensen looks as nervous as Colin feels.
“You wanna break?” he asks, trying to keep his voice casual.
Jensen shakes his head, already chalking a cue and looking for all the world like he’d rather be somewhere - anywhere - else right now.
Colin slowly chalks his own cue, using the time to watch Jensen slip off his jacket, watching the play of his muscles under the shirt he's wearing and wishes he could see and touch them. Knowing that he can't drag it out too long, Colin takes his shot and sends the coloured balls skimming across the table. He fails to sink any, but Jensen doesn't even seem to have noticed, he's busy frowning at his phone.
"Everything OK?"
Jensen looks up then, and Colin can tell the man's unsure whether he wants to speak or not. Instead he sighs, stuffs his phone back in his pocket and picks up his cue. "I'm in a bar, drinking shots in the afternoon, kid, things have been better," he sinks two balls before he speaks again, "I just needed some space, some...shit happened at home."
"I'm sorry," Colin says, and he genuinely is. He doesn't know Jensen well enough to read him fully but it's clear he's trying not to think about whatever it is, and by the hurt look on the older man's beautiful face, failing miserably.
Jensen shrugs, glancing up at Colin as he leans over the table and lines up his next shot, "Not your problem, kid, don't worry about it."
"I'm still sorry," Jensen gives him a half smile but says nothing else so Colin follows his lead. He's more than a little curious to know what's going on, what's brought Jensen back here, but the fact is that Jensen is here, so don’t push it, Ford.
They play the rest of the game in silence, Colin winning easily. Jensen's mind is far away, they both know it. His phone has been buzzing almost constantly and now it's starting to get on Colin's nerves as well as Jensen's. Each time it goes off, Jensen's frown deepens and his jaw clenches tighter. It makes Colin's chest hurt, seeing him like that and he wishes he could do something to help. He decides that the least he can do is try and lighten the mood, "Hey, I'm gonna grab a Coke while you set the next one up. Maybe this time you can play less like a girl!" he winks and walks off to the bar.
He fills a glass with Coke then checks that his mom isn't paying him any attention before he snags a bottle of Jack and takes it with him. Jensen is on the phone so Colin busies himself by racking the balls, the bottle of Jack next to him. He doesn't mean to listen, but Jensen's tone is clipped and angry and it echoes in the space they're in.
"Listen, Jared, if I wanted to hear what you have to say, I'd have answered the first fifty fucking times you called. You want someone to talk to, go have a chat with your new fuck buddy!" He all but throws his phone on the table, leaning over it, one hand on the table itself, the other pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs, turning back towards the pool table and startles when he sees Colin, "Shit, I didn't hear you come back."
"You were," Colin gestures to the phone on the table, feeling uncomfortable, "busy, I didn't want to interrupt." He watches as Jensen just stands there, obviously torn over whether to reply. Colin takes the decision away from him by picking up the Jack and filling Jensen's glass. Jensen doesn't move so Colin lifts the glass and offers it to him, "You looked like you could use it, before, now I know you could. Drink up!" Still no movement from the older man, so Colin shrugs and starts raising the glass to his own lips. That gets a reaction.
"The fuck are you doing?" he hisses, grabbing Colin's wrist to stop him drinking, "your mom will kill me!"
Jensen's fingers, hot and tight around his wrist makes the teen gasp. The sensation of it goes straight to his cock and he can't help wondering what Jensen's hand would feel like around it. He hears himself moan a little and Jensen drops his grip like he’s been burned. Shit, I've scared him off again, he thinks. Jensen doesn't run, though, he takes a step back and then pulls the glass from Colin's hand, downing the amber liquid it quickly.
"My mom would kill me if she knew half the shit I got up to," he says, trying to break the awkwardness. He huffs out a relieved breath when Jensen barks out a laugh, then feels the grin spreading across his face as he joins in.
"I'm not even going to ask," Jensen says, shaking his head and smiling. It’s a good look on him, and there’s a warmth in Colin’s belly again that he gets from just being around Jensen.
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It’s two games each now, and Colin can see that Jensen has begun to relax with a little more help from his old buddy, Jack. It’s probably obvious that the teen’s trying everything he can think of to keep Jensen’s mind off whatever’s going on at home, but neither of them are acknowledging it, right up until Jensen’s phone goes off again.
“Do you think you should answer it?”
Jensen sighs and goes to look at the display. His shoulders tense and that tells Colin this can’t be good. He watches as Jensen swipes the screen to reject the call, muttering under his breath. Colin’s mouth, as it seems to more and more lately, engages before his brain, “I know it’s none of my business, but whoever he is, he’s a dick.” Jensen frowns at him but says nothing. Colin feels now like if he doesn’t keep talking Jensen’s definitely going to walk out. He reaches for the full shot glass on the table, side steps Jensen when he tries to take it away and swallows it down. It burns and it tastes foul, but it gives him the courage to carry on. He’s opened his mouth now, so he has to get it out, “you know I heard what you said, and if this Jared is with you and fucking someone else, then he is a dick! If you were mine I’d never even look at anyone else, let alone fuck them. I’d be doing everything I could to make you happy, in and out of the bedroom, and… and …” now he’s at a loss, he doesn’t know what to say. He slowly meets Jensen’s eyes, looking up through his lashes. Jensen’s face is flushed, his neck also red where the top few buttons of his shirt are open. He’s breathing a little quicker, and swallowing a little harder than before. His voice is gravelly when he speaks.
“No, it’s not any of your business,” he pauses and his shoulders sag a little, “and he’s not a dick,” Jensen rubs his forehead like he’s got a headache, “well actually he is, but he didn’t used to be. I don’t know what happened, I just…trust me, kid, you have no idea what you’re talking about ”
Anger surges through Colin, “I’m not a kid,” he snaps, “stop calling me that’, I’m not some scrawny little ten year old. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Jensen.” A look of shock crosses Jensen’s face then and he’s about to argue, so Colin cuts him off before he can, moving closer to the man so that the conversation is kept as private as possible, “I’ve seen you watching me when you think I’m not looking. You want me, and you know you shouldn’t and that scares you, but we both know it doesn’t stop you looking. And I want you to look, Jensen,” he takes a deep breath and leans closer to Jensen. He can smell the whiskey on his breath, see the moisture on his lips, “I want you to do more than look...”
A loud crash in the background makes them both jump, they turn around and see Carol picking up plates off the floor. She’s facing away from them, talking to a customer, oblivious to everything else going on.
When Colin turns back, Jensen has moved away and is reaching for his coat and phone at the same time. “NO”, Colin shouts, louder than he intended to, and Jensen shushes him, “please don’t go, talk to me.”
“What do you want me to say, Colin, huh?” Jensen scoffs. He looks scared and angry, and is wobbling a little from beer and Jack, and no food.. “Jesus, I gotta get out of here.”
Colin’s angry now. He knows he didn’t imagine Jensen standing closer and closer to him while they’ve been playing pool because he could feel the man’s body heat on his hypersensitive teenage skin . He knows he didn’t imagine Jensen staring at his ass when he bent over to take his shots, because Colin made damn sure to take his time about it and raise his ass up higher than he needed to, just to see if Jensen’s eyes would follow. He knows Jensen’s been staring at his lips because every time Colin’s licked them, the older man has looked away with a pained groan. He’s determined to get Jensen to admit it. He puts his hand firmly in the centre of the Jensen’s chest and pushes so that he’s backed up against the wall, then crowds against him, pushing their bodies together.
Jensen grabs both of Colin’s shoulders and pushes but Colin pushes back, using his newfound extra height to his advantage. “Colin, please, I have to go.”
The teen wants to scream and shout, throw a tantrum at the injustice of it, but then he’d be giving Jensen another excuse - this time a valid one - for calling him a child. Instead he lowers both his hands and rests them on Jensen’s hips. Their chests are still pressed together and Colin feels the sharp intake of breath. Jensen starts squirming, but that only spurs the teen on.
He pushes his hips in tighter and he can feel that Jensen’s just as hard as he is. They’re both panting now. “No Jensen, you don’t have to go. What is there at home? Someone who claims to love you, but cheats on you?” he knows he could get smacked in the mouth any second but he’s been wanting Jensen since the first time he saw him, and he has a point to prove, “tell me you don’t want me. Look me in the eye right now and say I don’t turn you on, say that you don’t want to bend me over that table and fuck me into next week…”
Jensen opens and closes his mouth over and over, his eyes pleading with Colin to stop, not to make him say it. He closes his eyes and a tear runs down his face, and Colin’s heart breaks a little. He lifts a hand and brushes the tear away then moves some of his weight off Jensen. When Jensen opens his eyes again, there’s resignation written all over his face. “I can’t,” he whispers. Colin takes a step away, he’s being rejected again and he can’t look the man in the eye.
Colin’s startled when Jensen grabs his t-shirt and pulls him closer, “I can’t say that because it’s not true.” The teen can barely believe it, his heart starts thudding in his chest from fear and hope. He grabs onto Jensen’s own t-shirt and looks deep into his beautiful green eyes, before smashing their lips together. Jensen kisses him back for only a few seconds before pulling away. “No, wait, we can’t...you’re too young...and Jared...so angry”, he stammers.
Colin cups Jensen’s jaw and brushes a thumb over his lips. “I’d hoped to be something more than a revenge fuck, Jensen, but if this is the only way I get you, then so be it.” He grabs Jensen’s hand and pulls him to the back of the room where it’s darkest, and as private as they’re going to get.
Chapter 3
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 14/15 in this fic)
A/N: It looks like this is going to be longer than I intended. I wanted to set the scene a bit more so this chapter is from Colin's POV.
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Chapter 2
It takes more effort than Colin anticipated to keep eye contact with Jensen after he’d asked the question. He’s kicking himself, was he too obvious? Of course you were, you moron! he thinks. He’s trying to relax, trying not to let it show that his heart is pounding, his palms are sweaty and he feels a little dizzy with excitement and with fear. He didn’t think he’d see Jensen again and now he’s terrified that the man will laugh at him and turn away, leaving the teen with the same crushed feelings as before. He pushed it too far that last time, pressing himself close to Jensen and getting hard at the older man’s proximity, causing Jensen to rush out of the bar with a flustered “I’m late, I gotta go, sorry!”
He watches as Jensen chokes on his drink, Colin’s body moving forward slightly as he wants to go and make sure the man’s OK, but that would just make him look even more desperate. He covers the movement by turning and pulling the triangle from it’s cradle, taking a token from his pocket and letting the coloured balls out of their tunnel and racking them. He’s more relieved than he’d ever admit to hear footsteps behind him, followed by the clunk of Jensen’s glass being set down on the small table next to them. He chances a look up at the man then and he’s almost certain that Jensen looks as nervous as Colin feels.
“You wanna break?” he asks, trying to keep his voice casual.
Jensen shakes his head, already chalking a cue and looking for all the world like he’d rather be somewhere - anywhere - else right now.
Colin slowly chalks his own cue, using the time to watch Jensen slip off his jacket, watching the play of his muscles under the shirt he's wearing and wishes he could see and touch them. Knowing that he can't drag it out too long, Colin takes his shot and sends the coloured balls skimming across the table. He fails to sink any, but Jensen doesn't even seem to have noticed, he's busy frowning at his phone.
"Everything OK?"
Jensen looks up then, and Colin can tell the man's unsure whether he wants to speak or not. Instead he sighs, stuffs his phone back in his pocket and picks up his cue. "I'm in a bar, drinking shots in the afternoon, kid, things have been better," he sinks two balls before he speaks again, "I just needed some space, some...shit happened at home."
"I'm sorry," Colin says, and he genuinely is. He doesn't know Jensen well enough to read him fully but it's clear he's trying not to think about whatever it is, and by the hurt look on the older man's beautiful face, failing miserably.
Jensen shrugs, glancing up at Colin as he leans over the table and lines up his next shot, "Not your problem, kid, don't worry about it."
"I'm still sorry," Jensen gives him a half smile but says nothing else so Colin follows his lead. He's more than a little curious to know what's going on, what's brought Jensen back here, but the fact is that Jensen is here, so don’t push it, Ford.
They play the rest of the game in silence, Colin winning easily. Jensen's mind is far away, they both know it. His phone has been buzzing almost constantly and now it's starting to get on Colin's nerves as well as Jensen's. Each time it goes off, Jensen's frown deepens and his jaw clenches tighter. It makes Colin's chest hurt, seeing him like that and he wishes he could do something to help. He decides that the least he can do is try and lighten the mood, "Hey, I'm gonna grab a Coke while you set the next one up. Maybe this time you can play less like a girl!" he winks and walks off to the bar.
He fills a glass with Coke then checks that his mom isn't paying him any attention before he snags a bottle of Jack and takes it with him. Jensen is on the phone so Colin busies himself by racking the balls, the bottle of Jack next to him. He doesn't mean to listen, but Jensen's tone is clipped and angry and it echoes in the space they're in.
"Listen, Jared, if I wanted to hear what you have to say, I'd have answered the first fifty fucking times you called. You want someone to talk to, go have a chat with your new fuck buddy!" He all but throws his phone on the table, leaning over it, one hand on the table itself, the other pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs, turning back towards the pool table and startles when he sees Colin, "Shit, I didn't hear you come back."
"You were," Colin gestures to the phone on the table, feeling uncomfortable, "busy, I didn't want to interrupt." He watches as Jensen just stands there, obviously torn over whether to reply. Colin takes the decision away from him by picking up the Jack and filling Jensen's glass. Jensen doesn't move so Colin lifts the glass and offers it to him, "You looked like you could use it, before, now I know you could. Drink up!" Still no movement from the older man, so Colin shrugs and starts raising the glass to his own lips. That gets a reaction.
"The fuck are you doing?" he hisses, grabbing Colin's wrist to stop him drinking, "your mom will kill me!"
Jensen's fingers, hot and tight around his wrist makes the teen gasp. The sensation of it goes straight to his cock and he can't help wondering what Jensen's hand would feel like around it. He hears himself moan a little and Jensen drops his grip like he’s been burned. Shit, I've scared him off again, he thinks. Jensen doesn't run, though, he takes a step back and then pulls the glass from Colin's hand, downing the amber liquid it quickly.
"My mom would kill me if she knew half the shit I got up to," he says, trying to break the awkwardness. He huffs out a relieved breath when Jensen barks out a laugh, then feels the grin spreading across his face as he joins in.
"I'm not even going to ask," Jensen says, shaking his head and smiling. It’s a good look on him, and there’s a warmth in Colin’s belly again that he gets from just being around Jensen.
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It’s two games each now, and Colin can see that Jensen has begun to relax with a little more help from his old buddy, Jack. It’s probably obvious that the teen’s trying everything he can think of to keep Jensen’s mind off whatever’s going on at home, but neither of them are acknowledging it, right up until Jensen’s phone goes off again.
“Do you think you should answer it?”
Jensen sighs and goes to look at the display. His shoulders tense and that tells Colin this can’t be good. He watches as Jensen swipes the screen to reject the call, muttering under his breath. Colin’s mouth, as it seems to more and more lately, engages before his brain, “I know it’s none of my business, but whoever he is, he’s a dick.” Jensen frowns at him but says nothing. Colin feels now like if he doesn’t keep talking Jensen’s definitely going to walk out. He reaches for the full shot glass on the table, side steps Jensen when he tries to take it away and swallows it down. It burns and it tastes foul, but it gives him the courage to carry on. He’s opened his mouth now, so he has to get it out, “you know I heard what you said, and if this Jared is with you and fucking someone else, then he is a dick! If you were mine I’d never even look at anyone else, let alone fuck them. I’d be doing everything I could to make you happy, in and out of the bedroom, and… and …” now he’s at a loss, he doesn’t know what to say. He slowly meets Jensen’s eyes, looking up through his lashes. Jensen’s face is flushed, his neck also red where the top few buttons of his shirt are open. He’s breathing a little quicker, and swallowing a little harder than before. His voice is gravelly when he speaks.
“No, it’s not any of your business,” he pauses and his shoulders sag a little, “and he’s not a dick,” Jensen rubs his forehead like he’s got a headache, “well actually he is, but he didn’t used to be. I don’t know what happened, I just…trust me, kid, you have no idea what you’re talking about ”
Anger surges through Colin, “I’m not a kid,” he snaps, “stop calling me that’, I’m not some scrawny little ten year old. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Jensen.” A look of shock crosses Jensen’s face then and he’s about to argue, so Colin cuts him off before he can, moving closer to the man so that the conversation is kept as private as possible, “I’ve seen you watching me when you think I’m not looking. You want me, and you know you shouldn’t and that scares you, but we both know it doesn’t stop you looking. And I want you to look, Jensen,” he takes a deep breath and leans closer to Jensen. He can smell the whiskey on his breath, see the moisture on his lips, “I want you to do more than look...”
A loud crash in the background makes them both jump, they turn around and see Carol picking up plates off the floor. She’s facing away from them, talking to a customer, oblivious to everything else going on.
When Colin turns back, Jensen has moved away and is reaching for his coat and phone at the same time. “NO”, Colin shouts, louder than he intended to, and Jensen shushes him, “please don’t go, talk to me.”
“What do you want me to say, Colin, huh?” Jensen scoffs. He looks scared and angry, and is wobbling a little from beer and Jack, and no food.. “Jesus, I gotta get out of here.”
Colin’s angry now. He knows he didn’t imagine Jensen standing closer and closer to him while they’ve been playing pool because he could feel the man’s body heat on his hypersensitive teenage skin . He knows he didn’t imagine Jensen staring at his ass when he bent over to take his shots, because Colin made damn sure to take his time about it and raise his ass up higher than he needed to, just to see if Jensen’s eyes would follow. He knows Jensen’s been staring at his lips because every time Colin’s licked them, the older man has looked away with a pained groan. He’s determined to get Jensen to admit it. He puts his hand firmly in the centre of the Jensen’s chest and pushes so that he’s backed up against the wall, then crowds against him, pushing their bodies together.
Jensen grabs both of Colin’s shoulders and pushes but Colin pushes back, using his newfound extra height to his advantage. “Colin, please, I have to go.”
The teen wants to scream and shout, throw a tantrum at the injustice of it, but then he’d be giving Jensen another excuse - this time a valid one - for calling him a child. Instead he lowers both his hands and rests them on Jensen’s hips. Their chests are still pressed together and Colin feels the sharp intake of breath. Jensen starts squirming, but that only spurs the teen on.
He pushes his hips in tighter and he can feel that Jensen’s just as hard as he is. They’re both panting now. “No Jensen, you don’t have to go. What is there at home? Someone who claims to love you, but cheats on you?” he knows he could get smacked in the mouth any second but he’s been wanting Jensen since the first time he saw him, and he has a point to prove, “tell me you don’t want me. Look me in the eye right now and say I don’t turn you on, say that you don’t want to bend me over that table and fuck me into next week…”
Jensen opens and closes his mouth over and over, his eyes pleading with Colin to stop, not to make him say it. He closes his eyes and a tear runs down his face, and Colin’s heart breaks a little. He lifts a hand and brushes the tear away then moves some of his weight off Jensen. When Jensen opens his eyes again, there’s resignation written all over his face. “I can’t,” he whispers. Colin takes a step away, he’s being rejected again and he can’t look the man in the eye.
Colin’s startled when Jensen grabs his t-shirt and pulls him closer, “I can’t say that because it’s not true.” The teen can barely believe it, his heart starts thudding in his chest from fear and hope. He grabs onto Jensen’s own t-shirt and looks deep into his beautiful green eyes, before smashing their lips together. Jensen kisses him back for only a few seconds before pulling away. “No, wait, we can’t...you’re too young...and Jared...so angry”, he stammers.
Colin cups Jensen’s jaw and brushes a thumb over his lips. “I’d hoped to be something more than a revenge fuck, Jensen, but if this is the only way I get you, then so be it.” He grabs Jensen’s hand and pulls him to the back of the room where it’s darkest, and as private as they’re going to get.
Chapter 3