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Title: Homework Verse: But then my homework was never quite like this
Writer:nyxocity
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings:Jared/Jensen
Rating:NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]Definite D/s but nothing hardcore
Length:85,984
Summary: Jared’s eighteen and in his senior year at a private school in San Francisco. He’s coasting pretty on his parents generous school donations-until his seventh period Physics teacher gets replaced with the maddening, infuriating, gorgeous Mr. Ackles. Jared’s gotten by all his life on his money and his charm, but Mr. Ackles seems to think he needs some... lessons in self-control. The journey their relationship eventually takes them on turns out to be far more than either of them ever bargained for. Toppy!Teacher!Jensen in glasses and Student!Jared in private school uniform included!
Reccer's notes:This fic is about power and control for both Jared and Jensen. nyxocity slowly draws you into their world - it’s like being in a complete bubble that is controlled by Jensen, and you totally forget that there’s the rest of the world happening around them and you. It is very, very hot!
[Short excerpt]Jared sighs and rises from his chair. Takes the piece of chalk and walks to the board, his teacher's smile still mocking him inside his head. He's been too distracted staring at Mr. Ackles the whole time to know what he's supposed to be doing.
And then Mr. Ackles moves up behind him, wraps his fingers around Jared's hand, gliding the chalk over the board. Jared has no idea what he is writing. Because his incredibly hot asshole of a teacher is RIGHT. THERE. Breath hot against the back of his neck, body almost touching him, strong fingers moving over his. He can hear the rest of the class behind him, shuffle of feet and papers, pencils tapping, someone whispering quietly to someone else. But they seem very far away. The world is centered on his teacher; hand drawing out symbols and numbers with Jared's, fingers closed around his. His hand doesn't cover Jared's, it's small by comparison, but he doesn't seem to notice, moves like he's totally in control.
He leans in, chest just touching Jared's back as he pulls Jared's hand down the chalkboard, beginning a second line. "And now, we..." the words fade out of focus, lost on Jared. All he can feel is the back of his neck, skin tingling where Mr. Ackles is breathing out words, hot puffs of air scattering goose bumps down his spine. He's not quite close enough to be improper--just enough to make Jared think improper thoughts. Like he wasn't already.
His teacher lets go, fingers trailing briefly over the back of Jared's hand, and Jared's dazed, staring at the chalk board and breathing hard, no idea what the symbols and letters written across it are supposed to mean.