Supernatural: If I could have just a taste of you (Jensen/Colin Ford AU) 15/?
Summary, disclaimer etc in chapter 1.
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic)
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[Read more]Chapter 15
Four days later
Carol rubs her temples in another attempt to clear the pounding in her head. It’s useless, this is one of her stress headaches which can only be eased by sleep - or at least rest - and the obvious…much less stress. Her neck and shoulders ache with it, she can feel her blood pumping through her veins at a faster rate than usual, adding to the fluttery feeling in her chest from the palpitations.
She’s been getting steadily more stressed for months now but the worry about Colin and this thing he and Jensen think they have going, is one more thing she can’t take. She hates seeing her son so miserable, and for the first few weeks she was convinced she was going the right thing by keeping them apart, but then it started to get unbearable. Colin barely spoke to her, not even to argue about the extra work, being grounded or being driven to and from school. That became the worst part…it’s not that she wants to argue with him, but to see him so sad and defeated, with absolutely nothing to say to her was utterly heart-breaking. It made her feel like a failure as a mother.
The meeting last week with the brewery was to tell her that costs are going to increase ten to fifteen percent over the next two years, meaning she has to find ways to save money. They’re only just keeping their heads above water as it is, so she’s going to have to put in even more hours herself. Worst case scenario is that she’ll have to sell up and move, which is the final thing that tipped the scales in Colin and Jensen’s favour. She’s still not sure whether it’s better to let Colin have some happiness before they have to leave, or keep them apart and encourage him to find someone new when they’re settled somewhere else. Either way, the decision’s made, she relented and agreed to let them spend time together.
She looks at her watch for probably the fiftieth time today, Colin will be home from school in three hours. Jensen’s due to arrive after work, giving her a couple of hours after that before she plays chaperone. She needs some rest, she’s barely slept the last couple of weeks. Ordinarily she’d be tempted to close the bar for a couple of hours, just as a one off, but with finances the way they are she can’t afford to. She hears a clatter from the other end of the bar and hangs her head, if she has to let staff go, she’s starting with Robbie. He’s trying hard but he’s just not cut out for bar work - she’s losing money from his breakages and spills. It’s a shame, it’s a while since she’s had some eye candy around the place, but there are more important things.
“I’m going for a lie down,” she calls to him, smiling as best she can, “don’t bankrupt me while I’m gone!”
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Jensen’s wishing he’d taken the afternoon off, but the amount of sick days he’s taken in the past couple of months won’t allow it, not if he wants to keep his job. Instead, he’s sat in another bullshit meeting about the ad agency he works for changing their logo. As long as he still gets paid, he doesn’t give a shit whether their logo is a slice of pizza or a baboon’s ass!
He reaches for the coffee pot in the middle of the table, then winces as a sharp pain radiates through his calf. He glares at Chris, who’s sat opposite him. Chris says nothing, just raises an eyebrow. Jensen won’t admit it out loud, but he knows his friend’s silent communication is right, he’s had enough caffeine for one day. He’s jittery and nervous, but only partially due to the coffee…he’s worried about how Carol will react during his ‘date’ with Colin. It seems too easy, the thought of her allowing them to spend time together in public feels like some kind of test. If they fail it, what will she do? He’s terrified that now he’s found Colin, he could lose him with a few words from her.
He’s sweating through his shirt, now. He feels like he’s burning up so loosens his tie but it doesn’t seem to help much. He’s feeling a little dizzy and nausea is starting to set in. He can’t draw in enough air… oh shit, he thinks, I’m having another panic attack!
“Jensen, are you OK?” a voice he doesn’t recognise, asks.
Chris answers, “I’ll just take him out for some air.”
He allows Chris to guide him out of the door and into the break room, where he sits down on one of the sofas, “Fuck,” he whispers, pulling air in through his nose and letting it out slowly through his mouth like he’s been practising, and slowly calms down.
A warm hand settles on his shoulder and he smells Chris’ aftershave, “That’s it, son, relax now.”
It takes longer than he’d like to get himself under control, but when he eventually does, Chris is holding out a plastic cup of water. “Do you want to call tonight off?” he asks as he sits opposite the younger man.
“NO!” Jensen says, much louder than intended, “no,” he repeats, quieter this time, “absolutely not, I’ll be fine,” he drinks the water, the motion helping to keep his breathing even, “I’m just nervous…why I am I nervous?”
Chris chuckles, “Naww, poor baby!”
Jensen throws the empty cup at him, “Asshole!”
§
Colin bounces his leg up and down, restlessly. His last class of the day is taking forever and he’s desperate to get out of there. He’s been on edge with nervous excitement all day at the idea of seeing Jensen. He knows they’ll be in public and his mom will be watching them like a hawk, but at least he’ll be in the man’s presence and that alone has his skin tingling. His mom is allowing him to walk home now, but today he’s kinda wishing he was being picked up so he could get home quicker. He knows that won’t make Jensen arrive any sooner, but he’ll find it easier to relax at home.
He almost knocks over his desk, a few of his classmates and some younger kids in the hall as he tears off at full speed as soon as the bell rings to announce the end of the day. He can hear some shouts of his name, curses and other comments but he doesn’t care, the only thing that matters is getting home. He dodges people on the sidewalk with annoyance and almost trips twice. He’s breathless and sweating by the time he gets home, crashing through the door and startling his mom.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” she asks, sounding and looking worried.
“Nothing,” he pants, trying to catch his breath, “sorry, I just…wanted to get home,” he can feel heat in his cheeks that’s only partially due to the running. Carol’s eyes soften, momentarily, and she tries to hide an amused smile, but he’s not fooled. He can’t help grinning, despite his nerves.
“You still have chores to do,” Carol says, her face a mask of coolness, now, “and I want them doing properly!”
Colin rolls his eyes, “Yes, mom!” he says through his grin.
He takes the stairs at speed, dumping his bag on the floor before dropping down onto the bed and pulling his shoes off. He looks at the clock, three twenty six, just over two hours. If he rushes through his chores he can have a nice long, hot shower before Jensen arrives. He goes to the kitchen first, grabs a glass of juice and a bag of chips, swallowing as fast as he can, then sets about the cleaning.
An hour later the apartment is spotless, and Colin’s even more of a sweaty mess...time for that shower. He strips quickly, turns the water on slightly hotter than usual to help relax his tense muscles, and climbs in. He lets the water run over his body, standing for a couple of minutes enjoying the spray beating down on his skin, then sets about cleaning himself. He washes his hair thoroughly, then his body. He watches the bubbles wash down his skin and is reminded once again of his shower with Jensen. He feels his breath catch and a warmth spreads through his whole body, his dick almost instantly hard. He turns the shower head away from him, slightly, then runs his hands across his chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples the way Jensen did. He allows himself a loud moan, knowing his mom won’t hear, and pulls harder on his pebbled flesh. It sends sparks of arousal through him and his cock jerks at the sensation. He needs this, he thinks as he runs his hands over his skin, needs to relieve the stress. Also, there’s a good chance he’ll get hard quicker than before once Jensen arrives so he figures cleaning the pipes is the way to go.
He fumbles for the shower gel again, squeezing far more than necessary onto his hand. He lathers it up, rubbing his chest, stomach and thighs, scratching lightly with blunt nails to add a slight sting, before gripping his cock and slowly working his hand up and down. All he can picture is the way it looked when Jensen did it, how much better it felt than doing this himself. Colin’s hands are bigger, his fingers longer, but Jensen’s are thicker and they seemed to fit around his length, perfectly. He moans again as he remembers the feel of Jensen’s dick in his own hand, the shape and thickness of it. He feels heat rising up his chest and neck and pumps a little faster.
He reaches behind himself with his other hand, the feel of the lathered gel smooth under his fingers, and tips his ass out. He’s tried fingering himself before, each time imagining it was Jensen, but now he has the memory of the sounds the man makes, and the feel of his fingers on Colin’s flesh, so can take his fantasy to another level. He slowly circles his hole, spreading the slippery gel around and then pushes just the tip of his finger in, moving gently and trying to adjust to the feeling. He tightens his grip on his cock and tries to relax his muscles so he can push his finger in more. He tenses a little at the burn, but he hopes that soon Jensen will be doing this to him, so he wants to get used to it. The angle is awkward but knows he can take his has time, so keeps going. It feels good but he knows it will be better when it’s Jensen inside him.
The thought of that makes him shiver a little, and he imagines Jensen’s hot, hard body behind him, stretching his hole slowly. He imagines himself shaking with desire and begging for more. Jensen told him he wanted to make Colin beg and the thought of it sends fire through his veins. He wants Jensen to make him beg, he wants to see the older man’s reaction to it, wants to see how far he can push before Jensen snaps and fucks him hard and fast. His breath is laboured, now, he pumps his cock faster and faster, needing to come. Seconds later he cries out, wave after wave of pleasure courses through his body as his come hits the tiles and gets washed away.
Slowly, he catches his breath then rinses off. He dries and dresses himself quickly, opting for jeans that are tight enough to be pleasing to Jensen, but also baggy enough to hide his inevitable hard on…he hopes. He slowly makes his way downstairs, wanting to ask his mom what her “rules” are, but he feels foolish. He doesn’t want to screw it up, doesn’t want to give her any reason to cut their time down, or worse still, call it off completely. Instead he goes down to the bar sits in one of the empty booths opposite the bar, but to the side so he’s not in full view. He can feel his mom’s eyes on him, but he’s determined not to look at her. He pulls out his phone to kill time while he waits for Jensen.
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Jensen pulls up outside Ford’s, shuts off the engine and stares at the sign. There’s a flickering of light like a bulb is going to give up any day now, and he makes a mental note to mention it to Colin. Colin, who’s waiting for him inside…not even thirty feet away from where he’s sat, no doubt. Jensen’s mouth has gone dry, his palms are sweating against the steering wheel, and his stomach is making flip flop motions. He loosens his tie and the top button of his shirt for the second time that day, which instantly makes it easier to breathe. He runs his hands through his hair, more nervousness than vanity, then gets out of the truck. There’s a light breeze which feels cool against the sweaty skin on Jensen’s face and neck. He stands there for a few seconds before he takes a deep breath and walks into the bar.
He doesn’t quite know what to expect when he gets in there. There’s the usual after work crowd but it’s not busy, yet. He looks to the bar and spots Carol looking straight at him. He doesn’t see Colin and feels a pang of worry that Carol’s changed her mind. Her walks towards her and smiles as genuinely as he’s able to with being so nervous. They look at each other for what feels like minutes but is probably only a few seconds. The silence only makes him more nervous, he has to break it, “Hi Carol,” he asks, his voice surprisingly steady, “how are you?”
Her expression is unreadable, and when she speaks it’s in a tone that’s eerily calm, “Let me be clear, Jensen. You’re here only because I can’t stand seeing my son in this state,” she leans forward over the bar, “If you do anything, and I mean anything to hurt him, I will cut off your balls and feed them to you, do we understand each other?”
Jensen can only stare, he has no doubt that she’s deadly serious. When he feels like he can speak, he takes a step closer to the bar and looks her in the eyes and with complete conviction, says “I don’t intend to do anything to hurt him, Carol. I know you don’t understand, but I care about him. I told you before, I don’t know where this came from, but I’m here because he makes me happy and I’ll do everything I can to make him happy, too.”
Carol looks a little surprised by that, but nods. He thinks her expression may have softened a little but he can’t be sure. She points over his shoulder and Jensen turns, his eyes automatically flicking to the booth he and Chris always sit at. Heat rises in his chest when he sees Colin sat there. He can’t help but smile, somehow the fact that Colin chose to sit there feels significant, somehow. Colin doesn’t look up from his phone and Jensen’s a little relieved about that, he wants to see the teen’s face close up when he sees his date has arrived.
Jensen turns back to Carol, “So, what’s the situation, here?”
She looks at Colin for a few seconds then reaches under the bar for some glasses. She fills both with Coke and sets them down. Jensen’s heart is beating faster the longer he waits for a reply.
“These are on the house, everything else you pay for, I’m running a business, here. Be a gentleman, I’ll be watching you,” she says with a raised eyebrow.
Jensen nods, “Fair enough,” he gives her a grateful smile, picks up the drinks and walks over to the booth.
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Carol feels a mix of emotions as she watches Jensen walk towards her baby. She still doesn’t trust him, even though he does seem sincere. Colin is insistent that he’s fully compliant with the relationship and she raised him to know better than to lie to her. Her instinct to protect him is overwhelming, and there’s a voice in her head which sounds an awful lot like her ex-husband telling her she’s a horrible person, and a terrible mother for letting this happen. No matter what Jensen says, none of them can guarantee that Colin won’t get hurt.
Her stomach twists as Colin’s face lights up when he sees Jensen, pushing himself out of the booth and throwing himself into the man’s arms as soon as he’s set the drinks down. She starts shaking as Jensen squeezes back just as hard and cradles Colin’s head in his palm, before pulling back. He looks like he wants to kiss Colin, but settles for ruffling his hair.
She sighs, telling herself that for now, all she can do is watch them and see how it plays out. Maybe she is a terrible mother, after all.
§
Colin’s attempt to distract himself worked, he’s totally engrossed in a game on his phone when a shadow looms over the table and someone says, “Is this seat free?”
He recognises the voice and the amusement in it, instantly, “Jensen,” whispers, relieved that he’s actually here. He watches as Jen puts the drinks down on the table, and he can’t help himself, he stands up and practically jumps into Jensen’s arms. The man is obviously surprised and lets out an ‘oomph’, but holds onto him anyway.
“Your mom…” Jensen warns, but he doesn’t actually sound all that concerned.
“I don’t care,” he replies, hearing the honesty in his own voice, “I missed you so much.”
Jensen’s arms tighten around him then, strong and grounding, and then Colin feels the heat of one of the older man’s hands stroke his head. He presses his head to Colin’s neck, his breath hot as he speaks, “Missed you, too, baby boy.” There’s something about the pet name that makes Colin freeze for a moment, feeling like he should argue that he’s not a kid, but then realises that Jensen doesn’t mean it in a teasing way…he probably doesn’t even realise he’s said it. A warmth runs through Colin’s chest, that’s something he’ll have to explore at a later date.
They break apart all too quickly for Colin’s liking, and he then takes in Jensen’s appearance. He’s in his work clothes, that’s nothing new, he and Chris used to come in straight from work most times, but now…it’s different, somehow. Colin sees the fitted form of the black pants, the white shirt pulled tight across Jensen’s chest and now he knows what’s under there, it becomes a whole lot sexier. His collar is loose, showing the length of his neck and the tie would be perfect to pull Jensen towards him so he could kiss him senseless. “You look hot dressed like that,” he says in a raspy voice, arousal coursing through him, “Jesus, sit down before I kiss you, mom or no mom!”
Jensen looks startled, then barks out a laugh, “Really? I’ll keep that in mind!” he says with that teasing tone in his voice again. His gaze move from Colin’s eyes to his lips, and for a moment the teen thinks Jensen’s going to kiss him anyway, but he ruffles Colin’s hair, instead.
No sooner have they sat and Robbie’s there with his order pad, “Do you guys need a menu?” he says without looking at who’s at the table.
“We’re good thanks, man,” Colin replies, amused when the new guy realises who it is.
“Oh hey, kiddo,” he looks across the table at Jensen, “who’s your friend?”
“This is my good friend, Jensen. Get used to him, he’s gonna be around here a lot,” he replies, grinning as he says it.
“Cool,” Robbie says, “so…menu, Jensen?”
Jensen’s eyes haven’t left his and the man reflects Colin’s own grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “Nah, I know exactly what I want.”
Colin feels himself blush, then. He wants to reach out and take Jensen’s hand, but can’t risk it, so settles for hooking his foot around the older man’s ankle, “Me too.”
TBC
End notes: I hope you enjoyed the chapter, a bit of angst porn *and* schmoop in there for ya! :) This story isn't finished yet, but I've written 3 chapters in a week and I need to take a break. I won't be away long and in the meantime I want to start on a couple more kink meme fills but they are *as well as* this fic, not instead of. I promise you'll get the last few chapters soon. :)
As you know, this fic has gone way beyond what I was expecting, and the more I write, the more I want to add to the story. The only way I can get everything in without boring everyone to death is to make this a 'verse and write timestamps here and there, so it looks like I've got my work cut out for a while! *facepalm*
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Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 15 in this fic)
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[Read more]Chapter 15
Four days later
Carol rubs her temples in another attempt to clear the pounding in her head. It’s useless, this is one of her stress headaches which can only be eased by sleep - or at least rest - and the obvious…much less stress. Her neck and shoulders ache with it, she can feel her blood pumping through her veins at a faster rate than usual, adding to the fluttery feeling in her chest from the palpitations.
She’s been getting steadily more stressed for months now but the worry about Colin and this thing he and Jensen think they have going, is one more thing she can’t take. She hates seeing her son so miserable, and for the first few weeks she was convinced she was going the right thing by keeping them apart, but then it started to get unbearable. Colin barely spoke to her, not even to argue about the extra work, being grounded or being driven to and from school. That became the worst part…it’s not that she wants to argue with him, but to see him so sad and defeated, with absolutely nothing to say to her was utterly heart-breaking. It made her feel like a failure as a mother.
The meeting last week with the brewery was to tell her that costs are going to increase ten to fifteen percent over the next two years, meaning she has to find ways to save money. They’re only just keeping their heads above water as it is, so she’s going to have to put in even more hours herself. Worst case scenario is that she’ll have to sell up and move, which is the final thing that tipped the scales in Colin and Jensen’s favour. She’s still not sure whether it’s better to let Colin have some happiness before they have to leave, or keep them apart and encourage him to find someone new when they’re settled somewhere else. Either way, the decision’s made, she relented and agreed to let them spend time together.
She looks at her watch for probably the fiftieth time today, Colin will be home from school in three hours. Jensen’s due to arrive after work, giving her a couple of hours after that before she plays chaperone. She needs some rest, she’s barely slept the last couple of weeks. Ordinarily she’d be tempted to close the bar for a couple of hours, just as a one off, but with finances the way they are she can’t afford to. She hears a clatter from the other end of the bar and hangs her head, if she has to let staff go, she’s starting with Robbie. He’s trying hard but he’s just not cut out for bar work - she’s losing money from his breakages and spills. It’s a shame, it’s a while since she’s had some eye candy around the place, but there are more important things.
“I’m going for a lie down,” she calls to him, smiling as best she can, “don’t bankrupt me while I’m gone!”
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Jensen’s wishing he’d taken the afternoon off, but the amount of sick days he’s taken in the past couple of months won’t allow it, not if he wants to keep his job. Instead, he’s sat in another bullshit meeting about the ad agency he works for changing their logo. As long as he still gets paid, he doesn’t give a shit whether their logo is a slice of pizza or a baboon’s ass!
He reaches for the coffee pot in the middle of the table, then winces as a sharp pain radiates through his calf. He glares at Chris, who’s sat opposite him. Chris says nothing, just raises an eyebrow. Jensen won’t admit it out loud, but he knows his friend’s silent communication is right, he’s had enough caffeine for one day. He’s jittery and nervous, but only partially due to the coffee…he’s worried about how Carol will react during his ‘date’ with Colin. It seems too easy, the thought of her allowing them to spend time together in public feels like some kind of test. If they fail it, what will she do? He’s terrified that now he’s found Colin, he could lose him with a few words from her.
He’s sweating through his shirt, now. He feels like he’s burning up so loosens his tie but it doesn’t seem to help much. He’s feeling a little dizzy and nausea is starting to set in. He can’t draw in enough air… oh shit, he thinks, I’m having another panic attack!
“Jensen, are you OK?” a voice he doesn’t recognise, asks.
Chris answers, “I’ll just take him out for some air.”
He allows Chris to guide him out of the door and into the break room, where he sits down on one of the sofas, “Fuck,” he whispers, pulling air in through his nose and letting it out slowly through his mouth like he’s been practising, and slowly calms down.
A warm hand settles on his shoulder and he smells Chris’ aftershave, “That’s it, son, relax now.”
It takes longer than he’d like to get himself under control, but when he eventually does, Chris is holding out a plastic cup of water. “Do you want to call tonight off?” he asks as he sits opposite the younger man.
“NO!” Jensen says, much louder than intended, “no,” he repeats, quieter this time, “absolutely not, I’ll be fine,” he drinks the water, the motion helping to keep his breathing even, “I’m just nervous…why I am I nervous?”
Chris chuckles, “Naww, poor baby!”
Jensen throws the empty cup at him, “Asshole!”
§
Colin bounces his leg up and down, restlessly. His last class of the day is taking forever and he’s desperate to get out of there. He’s been on edge with nervous excitement all day at the idea of seeing Jensen. He knows they’ll be in public and his mom will be watching them like a hawk, but at least he’ll be in the man’s presence and that alone has his skin tingling. His mom is allowing him to walk home now, but today he’s kinda wishing he was being picked up so he could get home quicker. He knows that won’t make Jensen arrive any sooner, but he’ll find it easier to relax at home.
He almost knocks over his desk, a few of his classmates and some younger kids in the hall as he tears off at full speed as soon as the bell rings to announce the end of the day. He can hear some shouts of his name, curses and other comments but he doesn’t care, the only thing that matters is getting home. He dodges people on the sidewalk with annoyance and almost trips twice. He’s breathless and sweating by the time he gets home, crashing through the door and startling his mom.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” she asks, sounding and looking worried.
“Nothing,” he pants, trying to catch his breath, “sorry, I just…wanted to get home,” he can feel heat in his cheeks that’s only partially due to the running. Carol’s eyes soften, momentarily, and she tries to hide an amused smile, but he’s not fooled. He can’t help grinning, despite his nerves.
“You still have chores to do,” Carol says, her face a mask of coolness, now, “and I want them doing properly!”
Colin rolls his eyes, “Yes, mom!” he says through his grin.
He takes the stairs at speed, dumping his bag on the floor before dropping down onto the bed and pulling his shoes off. He looks at the clock, three twenty six, just over two hours. If he rushes through his chores he can have a nice long, hot shower before Jensen arrives. He goes to the kitchen first, grabs a glass of juice and a bag of chips, swallowing as fast as he can, then sets about the cleaning.
An hour later the apartment is spotless, and Colin’s even more of a sweaty mess...time for that shower. He strips quickly, turns the water on slightly hotter than usual to help relax his tense muscles, and climbs in. He lets the water run over his body, standing for a couple of minutes enjoying the spray beating down on his skin, then sets about cleaning himself. He washes his hair thoroughly, then his body. He watches the bubbles wash down his skin and is reminded once again of his shower with Jensen. He feels his breath catch and a warmth spreads through his whole body, his dick almost instantly hard. He turns the shower head away from him, slightly, then runs his hands across his chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples the way Jensen did. He allows himself a loud moan, knowing his mom won’t hear, and pulls harder on his pebbled flesh. It sends sparks of arousal through him and his cock jerks at the sensation. He needs this, he thinks as he runs his hands over his skin, needs to relieve the stress. Also, there’s a good chance he’ll get hard quicker than before once Jensen arrives so he figures cleaning the pipes is the way to go.
He fumbles for the shower gel again, squeezing far more than necessary onto his hand. He lathers it up, rubbing his chest, stomach and thighs, scratching lightly with blunt nails to add a slight sting, before gripping his cock and slowly working his hand up and down. All he can picture is the way it looked when Jensen did it, how much better it felt than doing this himself. Colin’s hands are bigger, his fingers longer, but Jensen’s are thicker and they seemed to fit around his length, perfectly. He moans again as he remembers the feel of Jensen’s dick in his own hand, the shape and thickness of it. He feels heat rising up his chest and neck and pumps a little faster.
He reaches behind himself with his other hand, the feel of the lathered gel smooth under his fingers, and tips his ass out. He’s tried fingering himself before, each time imagining it was Jensen, but now he has the memory of the sounds the man makes, and the feel of his fingers on Colin’s flesh, so can take his fantasy to another level. He slowly circles his hole, spreading the slippery gel around and then pushes just the tip of his finger in, moving gently and trying to adjust to the feeling. He tightens his grip on his cock and tries to relax his muscles so he can push his finger in more. He tenses a little at the burn, but he hopes that soon Jensen will be doing this to him, so he wants to get used to it. The angle is awkward but knows he can take his has time, so keeps going. It feels good but he knows it will be better when it’s Jensen inside him.
The thought of that makes him shiver a little, and he imagines Jensen’s hot, hard body behind him, stretching his hole slowly. He imagines himself shaking with desire and begging for more. Jensen told him he wanted to make Colin beg and the thought of it sends fire through his veins. He wants Jensen to make him beg, he wants to see the older man’s reaction to it, wants to see how far he can push before Jensen snaps and fucks him hard and fast. His breath is laboured, now, he pumps his cock faster and faster, needing to come. Seconds later he cries out, wave after wave of pleasure courses through his body as his come hits the tiles and gets washed away.
Slowly, he catches his breath then rinses off. He dries and dresses himself quickly, opting for jeans that are tight enough to be pleasing to Jensen, but also baggy enough to hide his inevitable hard on…he hopes. He slowly makes his way downstairs, wanting to ask his mom what her “rules” are, but he feels foolish. He doesn’t want to screw it up, doesn’t want to give her any reason to cut their time down, or worse still, call it off completely. Instead he goes down to the bar sits in one of the empty booths opposite the bar, but to the side so he’s not in full view. He can feel his mom’s eyes on him, but he’s determined not to look at her. He pulls out his phone to kill time while he waits for Jensen.
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Jensen pulls up outside Ford’s, shuts off the engine and stares at the sign. There’s a flickering of light like a bulb is going to give up any day now, and he makes a mental note to mention it to Colin. Colin, who’s waiting for him inside…not even thirty feet away from where he’s sat, no doubt. Jensen’s mouth has gone dry, his palms are sweating against the steering wheel, and his stomach is making flip flop motions. He loosens his tie and the top button of his shirt for the second time that day, which instantly makes it easier to breathe. He runs his hands through his hair, more nervousness than vanity, then gets out of the truck. There’s a light breeze which feels cool against the sweaty skin on Jensen’s face and neck. He stands there for a few seconds before he takes a deep breath and walks into the bar.
He doesn’t quite know what to expect when he gets in there. There’s the usual after work crowd but it’s not busy, yet. He looks to the bar and spots Carol looking straight at him. He doesn’t see Colin and feels a pang of worry that Carol’s changed her mind. Her walks towards her and smiles as genuinely as he’s able to with being so nervous. They look at each other for what feels like minutes but is probably only a few seconds. The silence only makes him more nervous, he has to break it, “Hi Carol,” he asks, his voice surprisingly steady, “how are you?”
Her expression is unreadable, and when she speaks it’s in a tone that’s eerily calm, “Let me be clear, Jensen. You’re here only because I can’t stand seeing my son in this state,” she leans forward over the bar, “If you do anything, and I mean anything to hurt him, I will cut off your balls and feed them to you, do we understand each other?”
Jensen can only stare, he has no doubt that she’s deadly serious. When he feels like he can speak, he takes a step closer to the bar and looks her in the eyes and with complete conviction, says “I don’t intend to do anything to hurt him, Carol. I know you don’t understand, but I care about him. I told you before, I don’t know where this came from, but I’m here because he makes me happy and I’ll do everything I can to make him happy, too.”
Carol looks a little surprised by that, but nods. He thinks her expression may have softened a little but he can’t be sure. She points over his shoulder and Jensen turns, his eyes automatically flicking to the booth he and Chris always sit at. Heat rises in his chest when he sees Colin sat there. He can’t help but smile, somehow the fact that Colin chose to sit there feels significant, somehow. Colin doesn’t look up from his phone and Jensen’s a little relieved about that, he wants to see the teen’s face close up when he sees his date has arrived.
Jensen turns back to Carol, “So, what’s the situation, here?”
She looks at Colin for a few seconds then reaches under the bar for some glasses. She fills both with Coke and sets them down. Jensen’s heart is beating faster the longer he waits for a reply.
“These are on the house, everything else you pay for, I’m running a business, here. Be a gentleman, I’ll be watching you,” she says with a raised eyebrow.
Jensen nods, “Fair enough,” he gives her a grateful smile, picks up the drinks and walks over to the booth.
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Carol feels a mix of emotions as she watches Jensen walk towards her baby. She still doesn’t trust him, even though he does seem sincere. Colin is insistent that he’s fully compliant with the relationship and she raised him to know better than to lie to her. Her instinct to protect him is overwhelming, and there’s a voice in her head which sounds an awful lot like her ex-husband telling her she’s a horrible person, and a terrible mother for letting this happen. No matter what Jensen says, none of them can guarantee that Colin won’t get hurt.
Her stomach twists as Colin’s face lights up when he sees Jensen, pushing himself out of the booth and throwing himself into the man’s arms as soon as he’s set the drinks down. She starts shaking as Jensen squeezes back just as hard and cradles Colin’s head in his palm, before pulling back. He looks like he wants to kiss Colin, but settles for ruffling his hair.
She sighs, telling herself that for now, all she can do is watch them and see how it plays out. Maybe she is a terrible mother, after all.
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Colin’s attempt to distract himself worked, he’s totally engrossed in a game on his phone when a shadow looms over the table and someone says, “Is this seat free?”
He recognises the voice and the amusement in it, instantly, “Jensen,” whispers, relieved that he’s actually here. He watches as Jen puts the drinks down on the table, and he can’t help himself, he stands up and practically jumps into Jensen’s arms. The man is obviously surprised and lets out an ‘oomph’, but holds onto him anyway.
“Your mom…” Jensen warns, but he doesn’t actually sound all that concerned.
“I don’t care,” he replies, hearing the honesty in his own voice, “I missed you so much.”
Jensen’s arms tighten around him then, strong and grounding, and then Colin feels the heat of one of the older man’s hands stroke his head. He presses his head to Colin’s neck, his breath hot as he speaks, “Missed you, too, baby boy.” There’s something about the pet name that makes Colin freeze for a moment, feeling like he should argue that he’s not a kid, but then realises that Jensen doesn’t mean it in a teasing way…he probably doesn’t even realise he’s said it. A warmth runs through Colin’s chest, that’s something he’ll have to explore at a later date.
They break apart all too quickly for Colin’s liking, and he then takes in Jensen’s appearance. He’s in his work clothes, that’s nothing new, he and Chris used to come in straight from work most times, but now…it’s different, somehow. Colin sees the fitted form of the black pants, the white shirt pulled tight across Jensen’s chest and now he knows what’s under there, it becomes a whole lot sexier. His collar is loose, showing the length of his neck and the tie would be perfect to pull Jensen towards him so he could kiss him senseless. “You look hot dressed like that,” he says in a raspy voice, arousal coursing through him, “Jesus, sit down before I kiss you, mom or no mom!”
Jensen looks startled, then barks out a laugh, “Really? I’ll keep that in mind!” he says with that teasing tone in his voice again. His gaze move from Colin’s eyes to his lips, and for a moment the teen thinks Jensen’s going to kiss him anyway, but he ruffles Colin’s hair, instead.
No sooner have they sat and Robbie’s there with his order pad, “Do you guys need a menu?” he says without looking at who’s at the table.
“We’re good thanks, man,” Colin replies, amused when the new guy realises who it is.
“Oh hey, kiddo,” he looks across the table at Jensen, “who’s your friend?”
“This is my good friend, Jensen. Get used to him, he’s gonna be around here a lot,” he replies, grinning as he says it.
“Cool,” Robbie says, “so…menu, Jensen?”
Jensen’s eyes haven’t left his and the man reflects Colin’s own grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “Nah, I know exactly what I want.”
Colin feels himself blush, then. He wants to reach out and take Jensen’s hand, but can’t risk it, so settles for hooking his foot around the older man’s ankle, “Me too.”
TBC
End notes: I hope you enjoyed the chapter, a bit of angst porn *and* schmoop in there for ya! :) This story isn't finished yet, but I've written 3 chapters in a week and I need to take a break. I won't be away long and in the meantime I want to start on a couple more kink meme fills but they are *as well as* this fic, not instead of. I promise you'll get the last few chapters soon. :)
As you know, this fic has gone way beyond what I was expecting, and the more I write, the more I want to add to the story. The only way I can get everything in without boring everyone to death is to make this a 'verse and write timestamps here and there, so it looks like I've got my work cut out for a while! *facepalm*
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