Previous chapter When Jensen wasn't at school on Tuesday, Jared wasn't overly worried. He figured his teacher had a headache or something, especially after the several hours Jared had spent at his teacher's place the night before drinking shots of tequila. That had been a good time. Jared stared blankly at the board behind Dr Rosenbaum's head and pictured Jensen in his mind, shirtless on the floor, covered in sweat and saliva and traces of tequila and salt. It was amazing how quickly the lesson passed. By lunchtime, however, Jared was starting to hear whispers. People seemed to think Jensen had been suspended for something, and as the afternoon wore on, Jared got more and more worried. "Oh God, Stacey, it was horrible, he totally came onto me and I said 'Mr Ackles, sir, you're a teacher and you shouldn't be doing that!' and he just said 'I don't care' and then I ran and went straight to Mr Kane!" Jared froze and turned around. Alona and her friends were gathered in their usual giggling bunch by the cheerleader's lockers, all decked out in their skanky uniforms, and Alona was looking anything but horrified. A heavy weight formed in Jared's stomach, and he was halfway to the bike stands, fumbling with his keys, before he even knew what he was doing. Chemistry class could wait; this was more important. ~ Jensen had had better days. It didn't help that he'd woken up hungover and sticky from the body shots he and Jared had been doing the night before. What the hell he'd been thinking about, doing something like that on a fucking school night, he didn't know, but he figured it must have had something to do with Jared's tongue licking his chest, and the taste of tequila and salt on Jared's skin. Things didn't improve much when he arrived at work. The morning meeting was fairly normal, but afterwards, Chris asked Jensen if he could see him in his office. "Something wrong, sir?" Jensen asked, feeling slightly sick. Chris looked awfully serious, and Jensen hurriedly thought back over the past few days, wondering if he and Jared had been caught. "You're familiar with Alona Tal, I presume?" Chris asked. "The cheerleader," Jensen nodded. "What's this about?" "Ms Tal has accused you of attempting 'inappropriate relations' with her," Chris said. Jensen felt the blood drain from his face. "She's lying, sir," he stated bluntly. "There's no way I would even consider something like that. I'm... Christ, I've never even kissed a girl in my life! I'm gay! I made damn sure y'all knew that when you employed me." Chris rubbed his face with one hand, looking weary and unhappy. "I know, Jensen," he said quietly. "But the fact remains that in these circumstances, we must treat the student as being correct until the matter can be resolved." "So she gets to spread lies about me, and I get ... what. Suspended from teaching?" "Just for a couple of days," Chris said. "Just until... until we can find out what's been going on. Why do you think Alona would say something like that? Did she have cause to want revenge on you for something?" "Well... she did kinda hit on me the other week. Seemed a bit pissy when I turned her down flat." Chris nodded. "I see. I've had a look at her record, and it seems this isn't the first time she's accused a teacher like this. Look, go home - just for a day or two, I'll let you know - and we'll get this all sorted out." Jensen nodded numbly. "Thanks for being on my side, sir," he said quietly, and left. ~ What the hell are you doing? Jared asked himself as he locked his bike up just outside Jensen's apartment building. He's not gonna want to see you, you know. He's probably waiting for Alona. The nasty voice inside Jared's head refused to shut up as he climbed the stairs and knocked on Jensen's door. It was a minute or so before the door opened to reveal Jensen wearing nothing but a pair of boxers shorts and a ratty tshirt. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was holding a can of beer. "Jared," he said, sounding... relieved? Annoyed? Jared just couldn't tell. "Are... are you okay?" Jared asked, not sure if he was going to be allowed in. "No, I'm not," Jensen said bluntly. "Why the hell aren't you still at school?" "Because..." Jared stalled. Why hadn't he just waited till after school? "Because you're more important than chem?" he finished lamely. Jensen stared at him for a moment before he burst out laughing. He waved Jared in and closed the door. "Want a beer?" he asked. Jared coughed. "Uh. Maybe later?" Jensen laughed softly. Yeah, he was a great teacher. Offering one of his students a beer while said student was skipping school and wearing uniform. He tried to ignore the fact that his living room was strewn with books and empty beer cans, and pushed a pile of washing aside so Jared could sit down on the sofa. "Everything okay?" Jared said quietly. "I overhead Alona in the hall. She sounded pretty fucking proud of what she'd done." "Oh great," Jensen groaned. "So, the entire damned school will know by now. This is ... this is the worst day ever." "But... does Principal Kane know you're... you know..." "Gay?" Jensen said bluntly. "Yeah, I told him in my interview. Didn't want it coming back to bite me in the ass if he found out down the track and turned out to be some crazy homophobe or something." "So he doesn't believe Alona, then?" "No. But he didn't have a choice." "What, she gets to lie about you and you get suspended?" Jensen laughed. "That's what I said to him." He leaned back on the sofa and tossed his empty beer can on the floor. Jared stared at the floor in silence. "What now, then?" he asked softly. "I don't know," Jensen said even more softly. "I... I really don't want to lose my job, Jared." "You won't." Jensen turned and glared at Jared. "What the fuck do you know? Don't you realize what this could do to me? Even though it's all a fucking lie, even though she's not gonna be able to get me fired, even though I'm gonna get cleared, it'll always be there! And you know what people will think? They'll think that I'm guilty, that I was just lucky that I got off!" Jared blinked. "Sorry, man," he said quietly. "I guess you wanna be alone right now." He moved to stand up, and was about to turn and walk away when he felt Jensen's hand on his leg. "Don't. I'm sorry, I'm ... I'm drunk and I'm tired and I'm still hungover from the tequila and I can't stop thinking about what will happen to me if they find out what's really going on... and damn, Jared, just looking at you makes me want risk it all." Jared slowly sat down again, taking Jensen's hand and pulling him close. "Jen..." he whispered into his hair, putting an arm around his teacher's back and stroking him through his shirt. "Can't help thinking about you all the time," Jensen breathed, fingers climbing Jared's chest to tug at his tie. "You... you got any idea what you do to me? Never felt like this before. Jared..." Jared's breath caught in his throat, and he gently tilted Jensen's head up, tugging his glasses off and leaning in to touch his lips to the curve of Jensen's throat. He mouthed the warm skin gently, loving the smooth/rough feel of Jensen's face against his lips. He could taste beer, salty sweat, traces of tequila from the previous night still clinging to Jensen's face. Jensen was moving in his arms, twisting around, pushing Jared back against the couch as Jared continued teasing his way across Jensen's face with his tongue. "You taste so good," Jared grunted, wrapping both hands around Jensen's face and pulling him closer. "Taste like tequila... wanna lick it all off you again..." Jensen whimpered softly, mouth half-open as he gasped for breath, Jared's tongue tracing burning trails across his skin. He wanted, God, he wanted so badly, didn't care about repercussions, just wanted Jared naked in his arms, right now and forever after. Jared's tongue reached his mouth, warm and wet and confident, and Jensen moaned as he fell into the kiss. He could feel his cock hardening in his shorts, could feel Jared getting aroused next to him, but that wasn't important; what mattered was that Jared never stop kissing him. He kissed like he was starved for it, like they hadn't kissed or touched for weeks, like Jensen was the best thing Jared had ever tasted. Jensen found himself straddling Jared's lap before he even knew it, arms wrapped around his neck and chest pressed firmly against Jared's as they kissed and kissed and kissed, sloppy and wet and perfect and oh God if this wasn't heaven, Jensen didn't know what was. The small apartment was filled with the sounds of breathy moans, soft whimpers, and the smooth sound of skin rubbing against skin. Jared moved his hands down, cradling the back of Jensen's skull for a moment before reaching down to tug his shirt over his arms. Jensen leaned back, raising his arms to allow Jared to undress him, gasping softly when Jared moved in to lay soft, wet kisses on his chest, a tongue flicking out to gently caress a nipple. He fumbled with Jared's tie, loosening it just enough to get his shirt out from under it so he could tug open the buttons and get if off him. Fuck, dammit, his fingers were shaking and Jared had to help him, had to bring those huge hands of his up to cover Jensen's and slide the buttons through the holes. Finally it was off, and Jensen didn't bother taking Jared's tie off before he was pressing their bodies together, loving the feel of Jared's naked chest against his own. "Jen..." Jared breathed as Jensen sucked hard on his neck, wanting to leave a mark, wanting to show everyone that Jared was his. "Yeah?" "Wanna fuck you..." Jensen groaned deep in his throat and increased his almost frenzied attack on Jared's skin. He was all too aware that he was moaning constantly, his hips grinding and thrusting and rubbing as his dick throbbed in his boxers. "Yeah..." he whispered, "yeah, want you in me, want you to come in me, c'mon Jared, want you to fill me up with your come..." "Oh God..." Hot fingers were tugging at Jensen's boxers, sliding up inside, stroking his cock briefly before moving around between his legs and rubbing gently at his hole. Jensen's head fell back and he let out an embarrassing noise, thrusting his cloth-covered dick against Jared's stomach, wanting Jared to fuck him right fucking now but not ever wanting to get off him. Jared nuzzled his neck and bit him, and then he tugged, and before Jensen could stop him, there was a riiip and his boxers were torn from ass to cock. "Jesus fucking Christ, Jared," Jensen gasped, hands tugging at Jared's belt to get his zipper down and his cock out. Jared's hands flailed around him, digging through couch cushions to get the lube Jensen had fucked him with the previous evening as Jensen tugged his cock out from his underwear and started fisting it with rough jerks. Jared's zipper was digging into Jensen's thigh, biting tender flesh, and Jensen bit his lip and moved up slightly as Jared poured lube onto his hand and pressed inside Jensen with two fingers. "Oh... oh yeah," Jensen muttered, his mouth falling open as he braced himself on Jared's chest and rode his fingers. Jared's face was flushed red, bangs falling in his eyes, eyes dark and full of desire as Jensen fucked himself open. He grabbed hold of the lube and dribbled a fair amount onto Jared's cock, biting his lip hard enough to split it open as he slicked Jared up, still riding his fingers, loving how they reached so deep inside him, almost coming when they stroked against his prostate. "Now, please, gotta be in you," Jared said softly, a warm hand gripping Jensen by the waist, pulling him higher so Jared's dick was pressed against his ass. Jensen braced himself, hands on Jared's shoulders, and pushed his tongue into Jared's mouth as he lowered himself onto Jared's dick. They groaned simultaneously, and Jensen pulled up slightly before pressing down hard until Jared was buried completely inside him. They kissed and fucked and licked, the old couch creaking and groaning as Jensen held onto the back of it as he lost himself in the sensation of Jared deep within him, Jared's mouth pressed to his as they sucked each other's tongues and swallowed each other's gasps. "Love you," Jared gasped. Jensen tilted his head slightly, mouthing Jared's earlobe, and as he came, whispered, "I know." Jared grunted and gripped Jensen's hips hard enough to bruise as he thrust and pushed and fucked, and when he came, Jensen felt it deep inside him like a promise. "Not gonna let this go, Jared," Jensen whimpered, body shaking and knees aching as he came down from his high. "Don't care what happens." "I know," Jared said softly, running a hand softly over Jensen's sweaty back. "Love you too," Jensen said so softly Jared wasn't sure he heard it, but when he saw the smile on Jensen's face, he knew. ~ "Dude, you got come on my tie," Jared groused as he got dressed. Jensen, sprawled on the sofa, still in his come-stained, torn boxers, waved a hand in a universal gesture as he cleaned his glasses and put them back on. "School tie, Jared," he drawled. "Fuckin' anything will come out of it. Just wipe it off." Jared rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch, lifting Jensen's legs up and sliding underneath. "Do you think anyone suspects anything about us?" he said quietly. "I. I don't know," Jensen said. "We've been careful, but ... you never know." "I graduate in three months," Jared said. "You think we can keep this quiet for three more months?" "I'm willing to try if you are." "And what about Alona?" "Don't worry about her," Jensen said dismissively. "Chris knows she's a slag; hell, it's kinda obvious to all but the totally blind. Her record's against her, and besides, everyone thinks I'm totally hot for Tom." Jared inhaled sharply and choked, ending up almost coughing to death as he laughed and laughed and laughed. Next chapter Back to High School AU page |
