Running Dry of Bad Excuses Part III
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4.5K (for this part)
Warnings and kinks: age difference, angst, dirty talk, fingering, obedience, oral, spanking, 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.
Jensen’s not expecting to see Jared until their afternoon detention, so when he hears the familiar voice outside his door he freezes.
“Mr Padalecki and Mr Murray are here to see you, sir,” comes his secretary’s tinny voice from his intercom.
“Send them in,” Jensen says, assuming his most authoritative headmaster voice. It doesn’t help with the wave of want that crashes into him the moment he sees Jared. Jensen quickly looks away and decides the best course of action is to speak primarily to Murray.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened,” Jensen says, his voice deadly quiet. The boys look at each other for a moment, an entire conversation’s worth of communication packed into seconds of eye contact, then Chad speaks.
“I guess someone thought it would be funny to hide some crickets from the biology lab in Mr Weatherly’s office, sir.” Chad’s eyes are wide and too innocent as he speaks. Jared is staring determinedly at his shoes.
“And that someone would be...?” Jensen prompts. Neither of the boys answer.
“Very well. If we find evidence that you were the culprits, we’ll determine an appropriate punishment. Until then, I suggest you boys be on your best behavior. Mr Padalecki, if you will wait outside for a moment, I’d like to speak to Mr Murray alone.”
Jared shoots Jensen a look before walking out, but Jensen doesn’t return it. He gives Murray the basic interrogation, with extra intimidation because the kid irritates him. It doesn’t work, of course; Jared and Murray are so close they’re practically brothers and Jensen didn’t really expect him to betray that. When he’s finished, Jensen requests that Murray send Jared in on his way out. Jared comes in and meekly sits down.
“Why did you do this, Mr Padalecki? You already have detention every week. I imagine it was Mr Murray’s idea, sounds like him.”
Jared doesn’t reply.
“Oh come on, Jared, you can tell me, I’m not going to suspend you,” Jensen says, suddenly irritated by Jared’s silence. Jared’s head snaps up at the sound of his name.
“Aren’t you? Are you my headmaster right now, or my...” Jared trails off, blushing.
Jensen’s speechless for a moment.
“Your what? Your boyfriend?” Jensen asks, unable to keep the mocking bitterness from seeping into his tone. “You know it doesn’t work that way, right? You’re fifteen. If I wanted a boyfriend, I probably wouldn’t have started fucking a student.”
Jared looks up at him and the hurt in his eyes feels like a knife in Jensen’s gut.
“Jared...” Jensen starts, but Jared interrupts.
“I know. I understand. I just... If this is all it is, if I’m just a student you’re fucking, don’t call me Jared. Don’t... Just don’t, okay?” Jared says, his voice devoid of emotion.
Jensen nods and dismisses him.
***
That afternoon, Jensen can’t focus. He hasn’t been able to work at all since he saw Jared in the morning. He’s sure Jared’s not going to show up, that Jensen’s actually fucked this up, and part of him thinks it’s better that way.
Jared knocks, punctual as ever, and Jensen steels himself. He’s going to stay in control this time, show himself that he can do this, that this kid doesn’t have any power over him.
“Come in,” Jensen calls out, and Jared walks in. He stands in front of Jensen’s desk, head bowed, face blank. It suddenly occurs to Jensen that Jared might think he has to show up, that this is like any other detention and he’ll get in trouble if he misses it.
“Do you want to be here, Mr Padalecki?” Jensen asks, keeping his concern he feels out of his voice. Jared’s face registers surprise for a moment before it shuts down again.
“Yes.”
Irritation at Jared’s defiance flares in Jensen, and he stands up.
“You will address me as ‘sir’, Mr Padalecki, or I will punish you. Is that clear?”
Jared holds his gaze as he slowly nods, cheeks coloring.
“Yes, sir.”
Jensen’s not sure if he’s imagining the mocking tone in Jared’s voice, but it’s enough to have him walking around the desk to stand just behind him.
“Strip. Everything. Now.” Jensen says it in a clipped tone, keeps it polite, doesn’t let a hint of the anger he’s feeling slip into his voice.
Jared does it, slow movements betraying nothing of what he’s feeling. When he’s standing naked in front of Jensen’s desk. Jensen goes to lock the door, calling an order over his shoulder.
“Go stand behind my desk.”
Jensen turns back to watch Jared walk around the desk. If he’s embarrassed, he’s hiding it well. The calm, neutral expression on Jared’s face is like an itch worming its way under Jensen’s skin.
“Bend over the desk.” Despite Jensen’s best efforts, a dangerous edge is creeping into his voice. He slips behind Jared and lays a hand between his shoulderblades, pressing him further onto the desk, before running his hand down Jared’s spine to curl around his hip.
“Are you hard, Mr Padalecki?” Jensen could just move his hand a few inches and find out himself, but he wants to hear Jared say it.
“Yes,” Jared answers, breathless. Jensen grins; he’d been hoping for exactly that answer. He draws back his hand and brings it down hard on Jared’s ass. Jared jerks forward, but Jensen’s hand on his hip holds him in place.
“Let’s try that again. Are you hard?”
“Yes, sir,” Jared says through gritted teeth.
“Good boy,” Jensen says, rubbing his hand against the hot red handprint. He leans forward just enough to grind his clothed cock against Jared's ass and relishes the small groan that escapes the boy.
"Are you going to be a good boy for me now, Mr Padalecki?" Jensen asks, bending to whisper the words in Jared's ear.
"Yes, sir." Jared's breathless, and Jensen can feel him straining against his grip to rub his cock against the desk. He waits for Jared to shift his hips again, and brings his hand down on Jared's ass hard. Jared lets out a yelp this time, but he goes still.
"Did I say you could do that?" Jensen asks, voice dangerously low. When Jared doesn't answer, Jensen spanks him again, this time on the other cheek. He leans back for a moment to admire the perfect handprints on Jared's otherwise smooth ass before grinding himself against the undoubtedly tender skin. Jared whimpers, but he grinds right back against Jensen for a moment before catching himself and answering Jensen.
"No, sir."
Jensen rewards him with gentle touches, sliding his hands down Jared's back to smooth over his ass before coming to rest on his hips. Jensen leans close to nip and suck at Jared’s neck. He doesn’t let himself leave marks until his mouth is near Jared’s shoulder blade, but once he is, he sucks hard enough to bruise, leaves half-moon teeth marks that drag low moans from Jared. Jensen keeps dropping lower and lower, hands firm on Jared’s hips, holding him still. Finally, Jensen is slipping to his knees behind the boy, tonguing at the dip above Jared’s ass. He keeps moving and Jared arches his back, spreads his legs, and Jensen can hear him panting lightly.
Jensen slides his hands from Jared’s hips to his ass, spreading him open, and swirls his tongue around Jared’s hole. Jared jumps and Jensen smiles against him for a moment before repeating the motion. He pushes the tip of his tongue against the opening until he’s just barely inside, and holds it there, feeling Jared try hard not to squirm. As slowly as he can manage, Jensen pushes his tongue further and further, pausing every couple of seconds. Jared is whining on every other breath now, his hips trembling slightly from the effort of remaining still. Jensen knows Jared’s cock must be resting against the desk, can only imagine how much effort Jared must be expending to stop himself from rutting against it. The thought sends a shot of heat to Jensen’s belly, a sense of power and the knowledge that Jared wants to please him, still, in spite of everything Jensen’s said and done.
Jensen twists and curls his tongue slowly, teasing, pushing Jared to moan and cry out until he’s begging.
“Please sir, please, I need more, please, fuck me, God just fuck me please,” Jared pleads, no longer able to stop his body from shifting and twisting under Jensen’s touch. Jensen blindly gropes for the lube in his desk, finds it, and slicks up his fingers. He thinks about fucking Jared, actually fucking him, and the flash of want that goes through him is so strong he almost can’t bear it. He pushes a finger into Jared and imagines that slick tight heat around his cock, how good it would feel to have Jared squirming and tensing around him, shoving back against him. Jensen pushes another finger in and scissors them, stretching Jared slowly, before sliding his tongue between his fingers. Jared’s pleas have fallen back into moans, like he can’t form words anymore. Jensen laps and teases at the rim, occasionally pushing his tongue inside with his fingers, and soon Jared gives up all pretense and starts fucking himself back on Jared’s fingers. Jensen pulls away enough to speak.
“You like that? You want more?” Jensen asks, shifting so he can see Jared’s face, his cheek still pressed to the polished wood.
“Y-yes, sir. Please. Please, sir,” Jared says, his face bright red, his hands clenched into fists on the desk.
Jensen slips in a third finger and angles them just right, satisfaction curling in his belly as he feels Jared tense before shoving himself back against Jensen’s fingers, hard. Jensen holds his hand still, letting Jared do the work, and allows himself to grind his other palm against his own aching cock. Jared, his burning hazel gaze still on Jensen, seems to take this for permission and reaches for his own cock. Jensen immediately pulls his fingers out and slaps his hand down on Jared’s ass. Jared cries out, his legs spreading further, and yanks his offending hand back.
“Sorry... Sorry, sir,” Jared says, shooting Jensen a pleading look. Jensen slips his fingers back in Jared, one by one, and lets Jared resume his rhythm. Jared’s groaning and panting again soon, his cock rubbing against the smooth edge of the desk. Jensen strokes himself through his pants, watching Jared fuck himself back and forth between Jensen’s fingers and the desk, his thrusts picking up speed until his hips start to falter in their movements.
“Please... Sir, I’m going to... Please, sir, can I come?” Jared asks, biting his bottom lip, clearly holding back. Jensen gives him an appraising look even as his own cock jumps against his fingers. He waits a long moment before answering, just to watch Jared struggle to contain his orgasm.
“Come.”
Jared does, hips jerking forward and back, hands scrabbling against the desk, eyes shut tight and mouth a perfect O. Jensen lets him use his hand until he rides it out, then pulls out his own cock. He jerks himself fast and hard and it’s over in a few strokes, striping Jared’s lower back and ass with hot come. Jared gives a sharp moan when it hits him, before collapsing against the desk, legs barely holding him up.
***
Jared feels dazed as he comes down, the sensation of something wiping the warm come off his back overwhelming him for an instant. He lets himself be pulled down into Jensen’s lap, limbs dangly awkwardly until Jensen gathers them in. Jensen smoothes his hand over Jared’s hair, down his back, along his arms, stopping occasionally to brush his fingertips over Jared’s cheekbones and neck. Jared sighs and snuggles closer, slowly coming back to his senses. Jensen doesn’t speak for a while, just lets Jared drift in and out of awareness.
“You cold?” Jensen finally asks, and Jared suddenly notices he’s shivering. He starts to sit up, slowly, and Jensen’s arms tighten around him for a moment before releasing him. Jared nods, not trusting his voice, and stands up shakily. He pulls on his clothes clumsily, uncoordinated, aware of Jensen watching him closely.
He’d still been so angry when he walked in, Jensen’s words echoing in his mind all day. “If I wanted a boyfriend, I probably wouldn’t have started fucking a student.” Jared’s known this all along, of course, but somehow that does nothing to dull the ache. He thought about not showing up to detention today, but there was no real question in the end. He’ll take any bit of Jensen he can get. It would just be so much easier if Jensen didn’t look at him like he is right now, concern and affection and something else, something Jared can’t quite name, in his bright green eyes.
Jensen reaches out for Jared but stops just short of touching him, instead standing up, straightening his suit.
“Are you alright?” he asks, and Jared can only barely make out the hint of doubt in his voice.
“Fine,” Jared says, turning away, still intent on putting up a casual front. The effect is ruined when his legs almost give out, and Jared reaches out to steady himself against Jensen’s desk. Jensen’s suddenly pressed against Jared’s back, arms wrapping around him, warm solid weight holding him together.
“Hey... Come on, you don’t need to leave yet,” Jensen says gently, not releasing Jared. Jared feels his resolve weaken and he leans into Jensen, tipping his head back against Jensen’s shoulder.
***
The anger Jensen felt earlier has been replaced by a tenderness he can’t explain. He can’t seem to keep his hands off Jared, running his hands over the boy’s shoulders, tucking his bangs back, pressing soft kisses to his neck and temple. He doesn’t really realize he’s speaking until he hears himself murmur Jared’s name.
“So good, you were so good for me Jared, so good.”
Jared stiffens in his arms and pulls away a fraction of an inch.
“Now I’m Jared again?” he asks. Jensen ignores him in favor of nuzzling at his neck. Jared relaxes into it for a moment before he speaks again, eyes closed.
“Is this how you fuck all your students?” Jared asks impassively.
Jensen jerks back, surprised. The idea that Jared thinks he’s done this before... is actually completely reasonable, now that Jensen thinks about it. They’ve never talked about it, and Jensen’s been so determined not to let this get personal that it shouldn’t really be surprising. He’s been failing miserably, of course, he can admit that to himself now, if not to Jared.
“No, Jared. I don’t fuck any other students.”
“Seriously, quit it with the name thing,” Jared says, a note of irritation flaring behind the words.
Jensen opens his mouth to tease, then pauses, remembering Jared’s words earlier. ‘If this is all it is, if I’m just a student you’re fucking, don’t call me Jared.’
“Right. Sorry,” Jensen says, and immediately regrets the words when Jared’s face goes stony. He opens his mouth to take it back but the words die in his throat. Instead, he dips his head and presses his lips gently to Jared’s and Jared lets him, parts his lips when Jensen deepens the kiss, gives Jensen everything he asks for. Like he always does.
“You wanna come over this weekend?” Jensen asks, lips moving against Jared’s. Jared shifts back to give Jensen a puzzled look before nodding, and Jensen kisses him again.
“Afternoon good? Around four?” Jensen asks, and Jared nods again before pulling away. Jensen lets him go this time.
***
Jared lies awake that night, going over and over it in his mind. Jensen. Professor Ackles. The way he was so detached the first few times they met, the way he let Jared see him, bit by bit. The way he sneered at Jared, “If I wanted a boyfriend...” And now this, asking to see Jared outside of school, right after he agreed that Jared was nothing more than a fuck.
Jared rolls onto his side, tucking his knees up and trying to force Jensen’s voice out of his head. No matter how hard he tries right now, he can’t think of him as just Professor Ackles. He’s known all along that his infatuation would always be one sided, told himself he could handle it, that it was worth it. Now he let himself hope, let himself believe, for a few hours at Jensen’s house, that this could actually be something more. Jensen had been so open, so raw and uncontrolled as he pushed Jared down on the bed and... Jared rolls onto his stomach and buries his face in his pillow.
“Fuck,” he mutters, feeling himself grow hard as he imagines Jensen’s plush lips on him, Jensen’s big hands pushing him down, Jensen’s fingers sliding into him. Jared groans and shifts his hips, the drag of his boxers on the still sensitive skin of his ass spurring him on. He slides his hand down to wrap around his cock and tightens his fist once before catching himself.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Jared chants as he pulls his hand out of his underwear and tries to clear his mind. He is not going to jerk off to a guy who doesn’t give a fuck about him.
***
Jensen’s spent all day alternating between eagerly anticipating Jared’s arrival and fervently regretting having invited him in the first place. There’s a voice in the back of his head telling him it’s a bad idea to have Jared in his house again, that it’s harder to keep things impersonal here, and it’s making Jensen nervous. He feels strung out, like it’s been weeks instead of hours since he last saw Jared. Since he spanked Jared, bent him over the desk and pushed him until he was begging. Jensen blushes with shame at the memory, at the way he needed to hear Jared desperate for him.
Jensen forces himself to count to five after Jared knocks before answering the door.
“Come in,” Jensen says, stepping aside to let Jared in. Jared just stares and Jensen realizes Jared’s never seen him wearing anything but a suit. He’s wearing jeans and a tee shirt right now, same as Jared, who looks even younger out of his uniform. Jensen waits patiently as Jared blinks a few times and finally walks in.
Jensen doesn’t give Jared a chance to speak, just leads him wordlessly into the bedroom and presses their lips together. Jensen tugs off his shirt and Jared follows suit, pausing for a moment before pulling his jeans off too, toeing off his shoes and socks. Jensen watches him, then pushes him until he falls back on the bed. Jensen shucks his own pants before following, crawling up to prop himself on his elbows above Jared.
Jensen doesn’t want a repeat of last time and apparently neither does Jared because he rolls them over and straddles Jensen’s hips. Jensen lets Jared grind his cock down slowly against Jensen’s, both of them groaning slightly at the contact, and wraps his hands against Jared’s hips, pulling him closer. Jared leans down to bite at Jensen’s lower lip and Jensen moans into his mouth as his hands clench in the sheets. Jared’s tongue flicks out to tease at Jensen’s lip while his hand trails down to trace Jensen’s cock through his briefs. Jensen wants to flip them, wants to hold Jared down and touch him until he’s a writhing, sobbing mess of need. He wants to show Jared how much he needs Jensen but he can feel how badly Jared wants it like this. Jared yanks Jensen’s briefs down, and pulls away from the kiss to take them all the way off. He climbs back onto the bed and kneels beside Jensen, pressing him down with a hand on his shoulder when he tries to lean up for a kiss. Jensen lies back, letting Jared hold him down for a moment.
Jared wraps a hand around Jensen’s cock, his eyes fixed on Jensen’s face as he starts to stroke him. He thumbs at the slit, gathering the bead of precome forming there and sliding it all around the head. Jensen’s hips push off the bed into Jared’s fist and Jared’s other hand comes to lie on Jensen’s hips, pressing him down on the bed. Jared’s smaller than Jensen, weaker, but Jensen obeys, holding himself still as Jared strokes him. Jared loosens his grip on Jensen’s hip after a while and slides his hand up to brush against Jensen’s nipple. Jensen can’t hold back the gasp that escapes and focuses on keeping still.
The corner of Jared’s mouth quirks up and he bends down, wet lips closing over the head of Jensen’s cock, eyes never leaving Jensen’s. Jensen groans as Jared’s tongue works against the underside of his shaft, teasing at the bundle of nerves under the crown before sliding down the length. Jared’s clearly picked up a few tricks from him, Jensen thinks, as Jared takes almost all of his length and sucks hard, wet heat tightening around Jensen. He tries not to thrust up into Jared’s mouth but it feels impossibly good, every instinct screaming to fuck. Jared starts to bob his head up and down, one hand still rubbing at Jensen’s nipples while the other slips from the base of Jensen’s cock to play with Jensen’s balls, rolling them between gentle fingers. Pleasure tightens Jensen’s belly, his hips trembling from the effort of holding still, his toes curling into the bed. He moans low and loud when Jared presses a finger just behind his balls. Jared chuckles, actually chuckles against him, vibrations coursing through Jensen’s cock to draw another moan from him. Jared picks up speed and Jensen arches his back, bringing one hand up to push at Jared’s shoulder.
“Jared... fuck, Jared, I’m gonna... fuck,” Jensen groans and comes hard, shaking and cursing, as Jared continues to work his mouth over him, sucking every drop down.
Jared flops down beside him, wiping the corner of his mouth, and Jensen blinks down at him.
“You’re getting really good at that,” Jensen says, inching down the bed to reciprocate.
“Um... You don’t need to...” Jared starts, face turning red. Jensen reaches for his boxers and finds them damp and sticky.
“You came? In your boxers? From blowing me?” Jensen asks, and Jared hides his face a pillow.
“Oh God. Yeah,” Jared mutters, not emerging. Jensen scoots up the bed and wraps himself around Jared, feeling loose and relaxed and unable to contain his affection.
“That’s really hot, Jared. Stop hiding, come out here where I can watch you blush, I love when you blush,” Jensen says, nuzzling at Jared’s neck. Jared peeks out from behind his pillow and glares at Jensen, who laughs and pulls the pillow away. Jared buries his face in Jensen’s neck instead and Jensen gladly wraps his arms around the boy, smoothing one hand over his hair and trying not to laugh again.
“And stop calling me Jared,” Jared grumbles against Jensen’s neck. Jensen feels a spark of anxiety in his belly but he’s too relaxed, too happy to panic.
“But I like calling you Jared. And I like when you call me Jensen,” Jensen says, ignoring the sudden flutter in his stomach. Jared stills against him.
“You remember what I said about calling me that, right?” Jared asks suspiciously.
“Yup,” Jensen answers casually. “You are definitely and officially not just a student I’m fucking.”
Jared pulls away slightly to scan Jensen’s face searchingly.
“What am I then?”
Jensen pauses for a moment, unsure of how to answer.
“I don’t know,” he finally says honestly. “I’d like to keep seeing you, though. Outside of school too.”
Jared stares at him.
“What?” Jensen asks defensively.
“Nothing. I just... I’m a student. I’m fifteen. I’m a virgin with a dumb crush,” Jared says, then looks away quickly, blushing. Jensen grins.
“A dumb crush, huh?” he asks, poking Jared in the ribs. “A dumb crush on who?”
“Stop it,” Jared says, false irritation failing to cover up the amusement in his voice.
“C’mon, I’ll tell you my secret if you tell me yours,” Jensen says in his most annoying singsong, continuing to poke Jared.
“Would you cut it out?” Jared says, but he’s starting to smile.
“Fine. I’ll go first,” Jensen says, turning his head to nip at Jared’s neck, making him jump, before continuing. “I wanted to fuck one of my students,” he bites Jared’s collarbone, “but then I found out he was a virgin,” lightly grazes his teeth against Jared’s nipple, “so instead I fingered him,” he pauses to tongue at the dip between Jared’s ribs, “and I sucked him off,” he nibbles at Jared’s hip bone, “and he sucked me off,” he peels Jared’s come-sticky boxers down, “I even spanked him once,” Jensen speaks the words against the base of Jared’s cock, already hard again in Jensen’s hand.
“And the rimming, don’t forget the rimming,” Jared whispers, and Jensen laughs.
“Right, the rimming. So that’s my secret. Your turn,” Jensen finishes, looking up at Jared expectantly.
“Not fair. I already knew all that,” Jared says. “You have to tell me a real hnnngggg,” Jared trails off in a moan as Jensen’s mouth closes over his cock. He swallows it down and pulls off as slowly as he can manage, working his tongue every inch of the way, before speaking again.
“Okay. My secret is that I wanna be the one to take your virginity,” Jensen says and Jared opens his mouth to reply. “Not yet. When you’re ready, whenever that is,” Jensen adds quickly, and Jared closes his mouth again, nodding.
“Fine. You’re my crush, you have been for years.” Jared says it quickly, blush darkening his cheeks again.
Years.
Jensen can’t really process that, so he just swallows Jared’s cock back down and works and sucks until Jared is coming apart under him, in that way only Jared can. Jared asks for permission to come, like he always does, and Jensen loves it, every second of Jared’s desperation feeding the need in him.
Jensen crawls back up to nudge at Jared’s motionless form until he lets Jensen wrap his arms around him. Jensen’s drifting off and he’s sure Jared’s already asleep when Jared speaks.
“So my virginity, huh? Can you... Would you wait a little while?” Jared asks.
“As long as you want,” Jensen answers.
“And after that...?”
“Jared, are you asking me if I just want to fuck you the one time?” Jensen asks, amusement and false indignation in his voice.
“Well...” Jared says. Jensen sighs and pulls him closer still.
“I want to be with you, okay? As long as we can. I don’t care that you’re a student, that you’re fifteen, or that you’re a virgin with a dumb crush. Actually, I like that you’re a virgin with a dumb crush. Okay?” Jensen asks, and waits for Jared to relax against him.
“Yeah, okay.” Jared says, like he’s trying to sound neutral, but Jensen can hear the grin in his voice. He smiles to himself as he drops into sleep.
The End
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 4.5K (for this part)
Warnings and kinks: age difference, angst, dirty talk, fingering, obedience, oral, spanking, 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.
Jensen’s not expecting to see Jared until their afternoon detention, so when he hears the familiar voice outside his door he freezes.
“Mr Padalecki and Mr Murray are here to see you, sir,” comes his secretary’s tinny voice from his intercom.
“Send them in,” Jensen says, assuming his most authoritative headmaster voice. It doesn’t help with the wave of want that crashes into him the moment he sees Jared. Jensen quickly looks away and decides the best course of action is to speak primarily to Murray.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened,” Jensen says, his voice deadly quiet. The boys look at each other for a moment, an entire conversation’s worth of communication packed into seconds of eye contact, then Chad speaks.
“I guess someone thought it would be funny to hide some crickets from the biology lab in Mr Weatherly’s office, sir.” Chad’s eyes are wide and too innocent as he speaks. Jared is staring determinedly at his shoes.
“And that someone would be...?” Jensen prompts. Neither of the boys answer.
“Very well. If we find evidence that you were the culprits, we’ll determine an appropriate punishment. Until then, I suggest you boys be on your best behavior. Mr Padalecki, if you will wait outside for a moment, I’d like to speak to Mr Murray alone.”
Jared shoots Jensen a look before walking out, but Jensen doesn’t return it. He gives Murray the basic interrogation, with extra intimidation because the kid irritates him. It doesn’t work, of course; Jared and Murray are so close they’re practically brothers and Jensen didn’t really expect him to betray that. When he’s finished, Jensen requests that Murray send Jared in on his way out. Jared comes in and meekly sits down.
“Why did you do this, Mr Padalecki? You already have detention every week. I imagine it was Mr Murray’s idea, sounds like him.”
Jared doesn’t reply.
“Oh come on, Jared, you can tell me, I’m not going to suspend you,” Jensen says, suddenly irritated by Jared’s silence. Jared’s head snaps up at the sound of his name.
“Aren’t you? Are you my headmaster right now, or my...” Jared trails off, blushing.
Jensen’s speechless for a moment.
“Your what? Your boyfriend?” Jensen asks, unable to keep the mocking bitterness from seeping into his tone. “You know it doesn’t work that way, right? You’re fifteen. If I wanted a boyfriend, I probably wouldn’t have started fucking a student.”
Jared looks up at him and the hurt in his eyes feels like a knife in Jensen’s gut.
“Jared...” Jensen starts, but Jared interrupts.
“I know. I understand. I just... If this is all it is, if I’m just a student you’re fucking, don’t call me Jared. Don’t... Just don’t, okay?” Jared says, his voice devoid of emotion.
Jensen nods and dismisses him.
***
That afternoon, Jensen can’t focus. He hasn’t been able to work at all since he saw Jared in the morning. He’s sure Jared’s not going to show up, that Jensen’s actually fucked this up, and part of him thinks it’s better that way.
Jared knocks, punctual as ever, and Jensen steels himself. He’s going to stay in control this time, show himself that he can do this, that this kid doesn’t have any power over him.
“Come in,” Jensen calls out, and Jared walks in. He stands in front of Jensen’s desk, head bowed, face blank. It suddenly occurs to Jensen that Jared might think he has to show up, that this is like any other detention and he’ll get in trouble if he misses it.
“Do you want to be here, Mr Padalecki?” Jensen asks, keeping his concern he feels out of his voice. Jared’s face registers surprise for a moment before it shuts down again.
“Yes.”
Irritation at Jared’s defiance flares in Jensen, and he stands up.
“You will address me as ‘sir’, Mr Padalecki, or I will punish you. Is that clear?”
Jared holds his gaze as he slowly nods, cheeks coloring.
“Yes, sir.”
Jensen’s not sure if he’s imagining the mocking tone in Jared’s voice, but it’s enough to have him walking around the desk to stand just behind him.
“Strip. Everything. Now.” Jensen says it in a clipped tone, keeps it polite, doesn’t let a hint of the anger he’s feeling slip into his voice.
Jared does it, slow movements betraying nothing of what he’s feeling. When he’s standing naked in front of Jensen’s desk. Jensen goes to lock the door, calling an order over his shoulder.
“Go stand behind my desk.”
Jensen turns back to watch Jared walk around the desk. If he’s embarrassed, he’s hiding it well. The calm, neutral expression on Jared’s face is like an itch worming its way under Jensen’s skin.
“Bend over the desk.” Despite Jensen’s best efforts, a dangerous edge is creeping into his voice. He slips behind Jared and lays a hand between his shoulderblades, pressing him further onto the desk, before running his hand down Jared’s spine to curl around his hip.
“Are you hard, Mr Padalecki?” Jensen could just move his hand a few inches and find out himself, but he wants to hear Jared say it.
“Yes,” Jared answers, breathless. Jensen grins; he’d been hoping for exactly that answer. He draws back his hand and brings it down hard on Jared’s ass. Jared jerks forward, but Jensen’s hand on his hip holds him in place.
“Let’s try that again. Are you hard?”
“Yes, sir,” Jared says through gritted teeth.
“Good boy,” Jensen says, rubbing his hand against the hot red handprint. He leans forward just enough to grind his clothed cock against Jared's ass and relishes the small groan that escapes the boy.
"Are you going to be a good boy for me now, Mr Padalecki?" Jensen asks, bending to whisper the words in Jared's ear.
"Yes, sir." Jared's breathless, and Jensen can feel him straining against his grip to rub his cock against the desk. He waits for Jared to shift his hips again, and brings his hand down on Jared's ass hard. Jared lets out a yelp this time, but he goes still.
"Did I say you could do that?" Jensen asks, voice dangerously low. When Jared doesn't answer, Jensen spanks him again, this time on the other cheek. He leans back for a moment to admire the perfect handprints on Jared's otherwise smooth ass before grinding himself against the undoubtedly tender skin. Jared whimpers, but he grinds right back against Jensen for a moment before catching himself and answering Jensen.
"No, sir."
Jensen rewards him with gentle touches, sliding his hands down Jared's back to smooth over his ass before coming to rest on his hips. Jensen leans close to nip and suck at Jared’s neck. He doesn’t let himself leave marks until his mouth is near Jared’s shoulder blade, but once he is, he sucks hard enough to bruise, leaves half-moon teeth marks that drag low moans from Jared. Jensen keeps dropping lower and lower, hands firm on Jared’s hips, holding him still. Finally, Jensen is slipping to his knees behind the boy, tonguing at the dip above Jared’s ass. He keeps moving and Jared arches his back, spreads his legs, and Jensen can hear him panting lightly.
Jensen slides his hands from Jared’s hips to his ass, spreading him open, and swirls his tongue around Jared’s hole. Jared jumps and Jensen smiles against him for a moment before repeating the motion. He pushes the tip of his tongue against the opening until he’s just barely inside, and holds it there, feeling Jared try hard not to squirm. As slowly as he can manage, Jensen pushes his tongue further and further, pausing every couple of seconds. Jared is whining on every other breath now, his hips trembling slightly from the effort of remaining still. Jensen knows Jared’s cock must be resting against the desk, can only imagine how much effort Jared must be expending to stop himself from rutting against it. The thought sends a shot of heat to Jensen’s belly, a sense of power and the knowledge that Jared wants to please him, still, in spite of everything Jensen’s said and done.
Jensen twists and curls his tongue slowly, teasing, pushing Jared to moan and cry out until he’s begging.
“Please sir, please, I need more, please, fuck me, God just fuck me please,” Jared pleads, no longer able to stop his body from shifting and twisting under Jensen’s touch. Jensen blindly gropes for the lube in his desk, finds it, and slicks up his fingers. He thinks about fucking Jared, actually fucking him, and the flash of want that goes through him is so strong he almost can’t bear it. He pushes a finger into Jared and imagines that slick tight heat around his cock, how good it would feel to have Jared squirming and tensing around him, shoving back against him. Jensen pushes another finger in and scissors them, stretching Jared slowly, before sliding his tongue between his fingers. Jared’s pleas have fallen back into moans, like he can’t form words anymore. Jensen laps and teases at the rim, occasionally pushing his tongue inside with his fingers, and soon Jared gives up all pretense and starts fucking himself back on Jared’s fingers. Jensen pulls away enough to speak.
“You like that? You want more?” Jensen asks, shifting so he can see Jared’s face, his cheek still pressed to the polished wood.
“Y-yes, sir. Please. Please, sir,” Jared says, his face bright red, his hands clenched into fists on the desk.
Jensen slips in a third finger and angles them just right, satisfaction curling in his belly as he feels Jared tense before shoving himself back against Jensen’s fingers, hard. Jensen holds his hand still, letting Jared do the work, and allows himself to grind his other palm against his own aching cock. Jared, his burning hazel gaze still on Jensen, seems to take this for permission and reaches for his own cock. Jensen immediately pulls his fingers out and slaps his hand down on Jared’s ass. Jared cries out, his legs spreading further, and yanks his offending hand back.
“Sorry... Sorry, sir,” Jared says, shooting Jensen a pleading look. Jensen slips his fingers back in Jared, one by one, and lets Jared resume his rhythm. Jared’s groaning and panting again soon, his cock rubbing against the smooth edge of the desk. Jensen strokes himself through his pants, watching Jared fuck himself back and forth between Jensen’s fingers and the desk, his thrusts picking up speed until his hips start to falter in their movements.
“Please... Sir, I’m going to... Please, sir, can I come?” Jared asks, biting his bottom lip, clearly holding back. Jensen gives him an appraising look even as his own cock jumps against his fingers. He waits a long moment before answering, just to watch Jared struggle to contain his orgasm.
“Come.”
Jared does, hips jerking forward and back, hands scrabbling against the desk, eyes shut tight and mouth a perfect O. Jensen lets him use his hand until he rides it out, then pulls out his own cock. He jerks himself fast and hard and it’s over in a few strokes, striping Jared’s lower back and ass with hot come. Jared gives a sharp moan when it hits him, before collapsing against the desk, legs barely holding him up.
***
Jared feels dazed as he comes down, the sensation of something wiping the warm come off his back overwhelming him for an instant. He lets himself be pulled down into Jensen’s lap, limbs dangly awkwardly until Jensen gathers them in. Jensen smoothes his hand over Jared’s hair, down his back, along his arms, stopping occasionally to brush his fingertips over Jared’s cheekbones and neck. Jared sighs and snuggles closer, slowly coming back to his senses. Jensen doesn’t speak for a while, just lets Jared drift in and out of awareness.
“You cold?” Jensen finally asks, and Jared suddenly notices he’s shivering. He starts to sit up, slowly, and Jensen’s arms tighten around him for a moment before releasing him. Jared nods, not trusting his voice, and stands up shakily. He pulls on his clothes clumsily, uncoordinated, aware of Jensen watching him closely.
He’d still been so angry when he walked in, Jensen’s words echoing in his mind all day. “If I wanted a boyfriend, I probably wouldn’t have started fucking a student.” Jared’s known this all along, of course, but somehow that does nothing to dull the ache. He thought about not showing up to detention today, but there was no real question in the end. He’ll take any bit of Jensen he can get. It would just be so much easier if Jensen didn’t look at him like he is right now, concern and affection and something else, something Jared can’t quite name, in his bright green eyes.
Jensen reaches out for Jared but stops just short of touching him, instead standing up, straightening his suit.
“Are you alright?” he asks, and Jared can only barely make out the hint of doubt in his voice.
“Fine,” Jared says, turning away, still intent on putting up a casual front. The effect is ruined when his legs almost give out, and Jared reaches out to steady himself against Jensen’s desk. Jensen’s suddenly pressed against Jared’s back, arms wrapping around him, warm solid weight holding him together.
“Hey... Come on, you don’t need to leave yet,” Jensen says gently, not releasing Jared. Jared feels his resolve weaken and he leans into Jensen, tipping his head back against Jensen’s shoulder.
***
The anger Jensen felt earlier has been replaced by a tenderness he can’t explain. He can’t seem to keep his hands off Jared, running his hands over the boy’s shoulders, tucking his bangs back, pressing soft kisses to his neck and temple. He doesn’t really realize he’s speaking until he hears himself murmur Jared’s name.
“So good, you were so good for me Jared, so good.”
Jared stiffens in his arms and pulls away a fraction of an inch.
“Now I’m Jared again?” he asks. Jensen ignores him in favor of nuzzling at his neck. Jared relaxes into it for a moment before he speaks again, eyes closed.
“Is this how you fuck all your students?” Jared asks impassively.
Jensen jerks back, surprised. The idea that Jared thinks he’s done this before... is actually completely reasonable, now that Jensen thinks about it. They’ve never talked about it, and Jensen’s been so determined not to let this get personal that it shouldn’t really be surprising. He’s been failing miserably, of course, he can admit that to himself now, if not to Jared.
“No, Jared. I don’t fuck any other students.”
“Seriously, quit it with the name thing,” Jared says, a note of irritation flaring behind the words.
Jensen opens his mouth to tease, then pauses, remembering Jared’s words earlier. ‘If this is all it is, if I’m just a student you’re fucking, don’t call me Jared.’
“Right. Sorry,” Jensen says, and immediately regrets the words when Jared’s face goes stony. He opens his mouth to take it back but the words die in his throat. Instead, he dips his head and presses his lips gently to Jared’s and Jared lets him, parts his lips when Jensen deepens the kiss, gives Jensen everything he asks for. Like he always does.
“You wanna come over this weekend?” Jensen asks, lips moving against Jared’s. Jared shifts back to give Jensen a puzzled look before nodding, and Jensen kisses him again.
“Afternoon good? Around four?” Jensen asks, and Jared nods again before pulling away. Jensen lets him go this time.
***
Jared lies awake that night, going over and over it in his mind. Jensen. Professor Ackles. The way he was so detached the first few times they met, the way he let Jared see him, bit by bit. The way he sneered at Jared, “If I wanted a boyfriend...” And now this, asking to see Jared outside of school, right after he agreed that Jared was nothing more than a fuck.
Jared rolls onto his side, tucking his knees up and trying to force Jensen’s voice out of his head. No matter how hard he tries right now, he can’t think of him as just Professor Ackles. He’s known all along that his infatuation would always be one sided, told himself he could handle it, that it was worth it. Now he let himself hope, let himself believe, for a few hours at Jensen’s house, that this could actually be something more. Jensen had been so open, so raw and uncontrolled as he pushed Jared down on the bed and... Jared rolls onto his stomach and buries his face in his pillow.
“Fuck,” he mutters, feeling himself grow hard as he imagines Jensen’s plush lips on him, Jensen’s big hands pushing him down, Jensen’s fingers sliding into him. Jared groans and shifts his hips, the drag of his boxers on the still sensitive skin of his ass spurring him on. He slides his hand down to wrap around his cock and tightens his fist once before catching himself.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Jared chants as he pulls his hand out of his underwear and tries to clear his mind. He is not going to jerk off to a guy who doesn’t give a fuck about him.
***
Jensen’s spent all day alternating between eagerly anticipating Jared’s arrival and fervently regretting having invited him in the first place. There’s a voice in the back of his head telling him it’s a bad idea to have Jared in his house again, that it’s harder to keep things impersonal here, and it’s making Jensen nervous. He feels strung out, like it’s been weeks instead of hours since he last saw Jared. Since he spanked Jared, bent him over the desk and pushed him until he was begging. Jensen blushes with shame at the memory, at the way he needed to hear Jared desperate for him.
Jensen forces himself to count to five after Jared knocks before answering the door.
“Come in,” Jensen says, stepping aside to let Jared in. Jared just stares and Jensen realizes Jared’s never seen him wearing anything but a suit. He’s wearing jeans and a tee shirt right now, same as Jared, who looks even younger out of his uniform. Jensen waits patiently as Jared blinks a few times and finally walks in.
Jensen doesn’t give Jared a chance to speak, just leads him wordlessly into the bedroom and presses their lips together. Jensen tugs off his shirt and Jared follows suit, pausing for a moment before pulling his jeans off too, toeing off his shoes and socks. Jensen watches him, then pushes him until he falls back on the bed. Jensen shucks his own pants before following, crawling up to prop himself on his elbows above Jared.
Jensen doesn’t want a repeat of last time and apparently neither does Jared because he rolls them over and straddles Jensen’s hips. Jensen lets Jared grind his cock down slowly against Jensen’s, both of them groaning slightly at the contact, and wraps his hands against Jared’s hips, pulling him closer. Jared leans down to bite at Jensen’s lower lip and Jensen moans into his mouth as his hands clench in the sheets. Jared’s tongue flicks out to tease at Jensen’s lip while his hand trails down to trace Jensen’s cock through his briefs. Jensen wants to flip them, wants to hold Jared down and touch him until he’s a writhing, sobbing mess of need. He wants to show Jared how much he needs Jensen but he can feel how badly Jared wants it like this. Jared yanks Jensen’s briefs down, and pulls away from the kiss to take them all the way off. He climbs back onto the bed and kneels beside Jensen, pressing him down with a hand on his shoulder when he tries to lean up for a kiss. Jensen lies back, letting Jared hold him down for a moment.
Jared wraps a hand around Jensen’s cock, his eyes fixed on Jensen’s face as he starts to stroke him. He thumbs at the slit, gathering the bead of precome forming there and sliding it all around the head. Jensen’s hips push off the bed into Jared’s fist and Jared’s other hand comes to lie on Jensen’s hips, pressing him down on the bed. Jared’s smaller than Jensen, weaker, but Jensen obeys, holding himself still as Jared strokes him. Jared loosens his grip on Jensen’s hip after a while and slides his hand up to brush against Jensen’s nipple. Jensen can’t hold back the gasp that escapes and focuses on keeping still.
The corner of Jared’s mouth quirks up and he bends down, wet lips closing over the head of Jensen’s cock, eyes never leaving Jensen’s. Jensen groans as Jared’s tongue works against the underside of his shaft, teasing at the bundle of nerves under the crown before sliding down the length. Jared’s clearly picked up a few tricks from him, Jensen thinks, as Jared takes almost all of his length and sucks hard, wet heat tightening around Jensen. He tries not to thrust up into Jared’s mouth but it feels impossibly good, every instinct screaming to fuck. Jared starts to bob his head up and down, one hand still rubbing at Jensen’s nipples while the other slips from the base of Jensen’s cock to play with Jensen’s balls, rolling them between gentle fingers. Pleasure tightens Jensen’s belly, his hips trembling from the effort of holding still, his toes curling into the bed. He moans low and loud when Jared presses a finger just behind his balls. Jared chuckles, actually chuckles against him, vibrations coursing through Jensen’s cock to draw another moan from him. Jared picks up speed and Jensen arches his back, bringing one hand up to push at Jared’s shoulder.
“Jared... fuck, Jared, I’m gonna... fuck,” Jensen groans and comes hard, shaking and cursing, as Jared continues to work his mouth over him, sucking every drop down.
Jared flops down beside him, wiping the corner of his mouth, and Jensen blinks down at him.
“You’re getting really good at that,” Jensen says, inching down the bed to reciprocate.
“Um... You don’t need to...” Jared starts, face turning red. Jensen reaches for his boxers and finds them damp and sticky.
“You came? In your boxers? From blowing me?” Jensen asks, and Jared hides his face a pillow.
“Oh God. Yeah,” Jared mutters, not emerging. Jensen scoots up the bed and wraps himself around Jared, feeling loose and relaxed and unable to contain his affection.
“That’s really hot, Jared. Stop hiding, come out here where I can watch you blush, I love when you blush,” Jensen says, nuzzling at Jared’s neck. Jared peeks out from behind his pillow and glares at Jensen, who laughs and pulls the pillow away. Jared buries his face in Jensen’s neck instead and Jensen gladly wraps his arms around the boy, smoothing one hand over his hair and trying not to laugh again.
“And stop calling me Jared,” Jared grumbles against Jensen’s neck. Jensen feels a spark of anxiety in his belly but he’s too relaxed, too happy to panic.
“But I like calling you Jared. And I like when you call me Jensen,” Jensen says, ignoring the sudden flutter in his stomach. Jared stills against him.
“You remember what I said about calling me that, right?” Jared asks suspiciously.
“Yup,” Jensen answers casually. “You are definitely and officially not just a student I’m fucking.”
Jared pulls away slightly to scan Jensen’s face searchingly.
“What am I then?”
Jensen pauses for a moment, unsure of how to answer.
“I don’t know,” he finally says honestly. “I’d like to keep seeing you, though. Outside of school too.”
Jared stares at him.
“What?” Jensen asks defensively.
“Nothing. I just... I’m a student. I’m fifteen. I’m a virgin with a dumb crush,” Jared says, then looks away quickly, blushing. Jensen grins.
“A dumb crush, huh?” he asks, poking Jared in the ribs. “A dumb crush on who?”
“Stop it,” Jared says, false irritation failing to cover up the amusement in his voice.
“C’mon, I’ll tell you my secret if you tell me yours,” Jensen says in his most annoying singsong, continuing to poke Jared.
“Would you cut it out?” Jared says, but he’s starting to smile.
“Fine. I’ll go first,” Jensen says, turning his head to nip at Jared’s neck, making him jump, before continuing. “I wanted to fuck one of my students,” he bites Jared’s collarbone, “but then I found out he was a virgin,” lightly grazes his teeth against Jared’s nipple, “so instead I fingered him,” he pauses to tongue at the dip between Jared’s ribs, “and I sucked him off,” he nibbles at Jared’s hip bone, “and he sucked me off,” he peels Jared’s come-sticky boxers down, “I even spanked him once,” Jensen speaks the words against the base of Jared’s cock, already hard again in Jensen’s hand.
“And the rimming, don’t forget the rimming,” Jared whispers, and Jensen laughs.
“Right, the rimming. So that’s my secret. Your turn,” Jensen finishes, looking up at Jared expectantly.
“Not fair. I already knew all that,” Jared says. “You have to tell me a real hnnngggg,” Jared trails off in a moan as Jensen’s mouth closes over his cock. He swallows it down and pulls off as slowly as he can manage, working his tongue every inch of the way, before speaking again.
“Okay. My secret is that I wanna be the one to take your virginity,” Jensen says and Jared opens his mouth to reply. “Not yet. When you’re ready, whenever that is,” Jensen adds quickly, and Jared closes his mouth again, nodding.
“Fine. You’re my crush, you have been for years.” Jared says it quickly, blush darkening his cheeks again.
Years.
Jensen can’t really process that, so he just swallows Jared’s cock back down and works and sucks until Jared is coming apart under him, in that way only Jared can. Jared asks for permission to come, like he always does, and Jensen loves it, every second of Jared’s desperation feeding the need in him.
Jensen crawls back up to nudge at Jared’s motionless form until he lets Jensen wrap his arms around him. Jensen’s drifting off and he’s sure Jared’s already asleep when Jared speaks.
“So my virginity, huh? Can you... Would you wait a little while?” Jared asks.
“As long as you want,” Jensen answers.
“And after that...?”
“Jared, are you asking me if I just want to fuck you the one time?” Jensen asks, amusement and false indignation in his voice.
“Well...” Jared says. Jensen sighs and pulls him closer still.
“I want to be with you, okay? As long as we can. I don’t care that you’re a student, that you’re fifteen, or that you’re a virgin with a dumb crush. Actually, I like that you’re a virgin with a dumb crush. Okay?” Jensen asks, and waits for Jared to relax against him.
“Yeah, okay.” Jared says, like he’s trying to sound neutral, but Jensen can hear the grin in his voice. He smiles to himself as he drops into sleep.
The End