Recklessly

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"No fuckin' way," Chad scoffs the next day at lunch, tearing out a clump of grass and throwing it at Jared.

"Dude, I'm not kidding," Jared laughs, easily dodging the poorly-aimed projectile. "He pulled my cock out and sucked me off, right there in the middle of the computer lab."

"Oh, gross," Sandy groans, making a face. "Why do you always gotta be so graphic?"

"Was he any good?" Chad asks, sounding interested despite himself.

Just like that, Jared's hard again.

~*~

Jensen feels like he's back in middle school again, trying desperately not to get a much-feared erection at an inappropriate moment. For example, when one is standing at the board attempting to explain something to a large room full of students. He thinks studiously about CSS and perl, but when he turns back to face the class and sees Jared's smoky stare, he decides it's time to do a pop quiz.

As he goes to sit behind his desk, Jared's gaze follows him, saying I can see how horny you are.

~*~

"Mr Padalecki!" Mr Ackles calls out when the bell rings, "Stay a moment, if you would."

Jared can't resist giving the thumbs up to Chad and Sandy, who both roll their eyes as they leave, and fights the grin on his face as he saunters up to Mr Ackles' desk. Moments later, the classroom is empty, and Jared can hear his classmates banging up and down the hallways as they rush to be the first out of the school.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Jared asks innocently, loosening his tie and ruffling his hair up. Mr Ackles bites his lip and frowns.

"Look, Jared... about what happened yesterday..."

Well, that's just not fair. "Sir..."

"It shouldn't have happened, and I'm sorry. I took advantage of you, I'm in a position of authority here, Jared, and..."

He's interrupted when Jared takes a step forward and wraps his hands around the lapels of Mr Ackles' jacket. "I think ... I think I took advantage of you, sir," Jared breathes quietly, and Mr Ackles' eyes turn dark. They're so close they're sharing each other's breaths, and Jared can almost feel Mr Ackles' lips against his. He feels a hand slide up his chest and take a firm grip on his tie, and then they're kissing, hard and wet and glorious. Mr Ackles' glasses are pressing into Jared's cheek, his hands stroking Jared's face gently and softly, completely contradicting the forcefulness of his kiss. Jared can't help it; he's moaning and growling into his teacher's mouth, pulling him closer until their bodies are flush against one another.

Jensen's had his fair share of kisses. Probably more than his fair share, if the truth be known. He's fucked and been fucked, he's licked and sucked and rimmed, tied up and been tied up, you name it, but the moment he feels Jared's tongue venture shyly into his mouth, all the experience he's had flies out the window. He can feel Jared's huge hands stroking his back, feel his young body eagerly pressed against him, oh God, can feel his cock straining in his pants. Jared's panting and moaning, kissing him with abandon, rubbing his cock against Jensen's thigh.

"Oh God," Jared whimpers, pulling away from the kiss and burying his face in Jensen's neck. He holds Jensen tighter, rutting helplessly against his thigh, and Jensen's so hard he thinks he could explode. He tilts Jared's head up and reaches for his mouth again, for those soft, sweet lips, when there's movement outside the door.

They spring apart faster than Jared would have thought possible, and the door creaks open to admit the janitor and his funny-smelling mop. Jared takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his mussed hair, and he can hear Mr Ackles breathing hard next to him.

"You two gonna be long?" the janitor asks, his voice surly and bored.

"Sorry Eric," Mr Ackles says calmly, "but we're gonna be a while. You wanna come back in an hour or so?"

Eric the janitor glares at Jared briefly, and Jared gives a cocky raise of an eyebrow in return. He's not scared of Eric; even though the man's surly as hell and frequently threatens to lock students in his supplies closet, everyone knows he's really a softie at heart. He leaves and slams the door behind him, and Mr Ackles goes to lock it.

When he turns back, Jared's sprawled on his desk on his back, his legs spread. Jensen takes a deep breath and tries to control the desperate urge to tear Jared's pants off of him immediately. Instead, he stands by the door and just watches for a moment. Jared's breathing deeply, his erection obvious from this angle, and as Jensen watches, Jared slides a hand down and palms himself through his pants.

"Jesus," Jensen mutters, and Jared props himself up on his elbows, staring back at him.

"What you wanna do, sir?" Jared asks quietly. "Cause I'm wide open to suggestion." He spreads his legs further, sitting up and almost straddling the desk. Jensen swallows, his eyes drawn to the sharp outline of Jared's cock, and when Jared reaches down and unbuckles his belt, Jensen's a lost cause. He's on Jared in a second, pulling at the kid until he's sitting right on the edge of the desk. It's just like it was last night, Jared panting and moaning into Jensen's mouth, rubbing their cocks together, and Jared seems to be on the verge of orgasm when Jensen pulls away.

"What..." Jared whimpers, his hips jerking forwards, trying to get more of that sweet friction with Mr Ackles' body. Mr Ackles looks him in the eye, his glasses slightly steamed up, and he looks mighty serious all of a sudden.

"I want to... Jared, have you ever..."

"Had sex?" Jared says calmly, or as calmly as he can while his insides are dancing and cheering. "No, but someone blew me once." He grins cheekily, and Mr Ackles chuckles quietly.

He leans forwards until his mouth is right next to Jared's ear, and breathes, "You're mighty cocky, boy." Jared isn't sure how to respond, and when he hesitates, Mr Ackles pulls him off the table, turns him around, and pushes him forwards. A warm hand finishes unbuckling his belt, and Jared whimpers when he hears the slow grating sound of his zipper being pulled down. Rough skin palms Jared's ass as his pants and boxers slide down his legs until they're around his ankles.

"I think you're dying for this," Jensen breathes in Jared's ear. Fuck, just the sight of the kid bent over the desk, his pants around his ankles and his ass in the air, is almost enough to do Jensen in. He bites back a groan, and squeezes the base of his cock to keep himself under control. Jared's wiggling his ass, and he turns his head to face Jensen, a snarky grin on his face.

"I ain't got all night, sir," Jared drawls, and oh, that's it. Jensen's tired of this kid, this eighteen year old, being in control, and he finds himself digging around in his desk drawer for his ruler. Jared's eyes widen when he sees it, and Jensen grins cockily.

"Not so smart now, are we?" he purrs, sliding a hand over Jared's smooth ass. The boy whimpers softly, hands gripping the sides of the desk as he bucks his hips slightly. Jensen takes a deep breath and raises the ruler, bringing it down on Jared's ass with a smack. Jared writhes and moans, his cock hard and leaking against the desk, and Jensen leans forward to kiss the red welt on the smooth skin in front of him.

"You like that?" he says quietly, tongue working its way around as Jared pants and bucks his hips under him.

"Yeah... fuck," Jared gasps, his hair falling in his eyes and his hands clutching at nothing as Mr Ackles licks his fucking ass. Jesus, Jared had been kinda hoping for another blowjob, but damn, this is about a million times better. He almost bites through his tongue when he feels Mr Ackles' hands spread his cheeks apart, and then that hot tongue is sliding up his crack, circling his hole briefly before pressing inside.

"Oh fuck!" Jared yells, unable to keep quiet. "Sir... please, I need ... fuck, sir..."

"Not today," Mr Ackles says quietly, his voice sounding a bit sad. "Don't have any lube, so it's gonna be fingers only."

"In... in my bag," Jared gasps. He reaches blindly down, his fingers trailing across the strap, and he drags it up onto the desk to rummage around inside as Mr Ackles kneels behind him and fucks his ass with his tongue. Papers and mp3 players and pens fly everywhere as Jared whimpers and moans, trying to find what he stuffed in his bag just before leaving that morning, not really thinking he'd have any need for them, but just in case...

Just as Jared's fingers close on the small tube of lubricant and the condom, Mr Ackles slides a finger into Jared's ass next to his tongue. He curls it slightly, and presses firmly against something which has Jared's cock jerking and twitching in an effort to come.

"Oh God. What... what was..." Jared doesn't really care what the fuck that was, as long as he feels that again, and he reaches behind himself with the lube and condoms, passing them to his teacher.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Jensen growls. The little bitch must've planned this. He doesn't really care too much, though, more interested in getting his cock inside Jared's ass than whatever might have been going on in Jared's head this morning. He stands up, ignoring Jared's disgruntled sounds at having Jensen's tongue out of his ass, and spreads lubricant on his fingers before sliding them back inside that tight, wet, virgin heat. It's been a while since he fucked a virgin, and he's forgotten how powerful it makes him feel, knowing that no one has ever done this to Jared before, knowing he's the first person to suck his dick, to lick his ass, to fuck him over a desk.

Jensen pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of Jared, his lanky frame twitching and sweating, his ass shiny and red from the ruler and Jensen's tongue. His hair's all over the place, and Jensen can easily imagine tangling his fingers in it as he fucks Jared hard. The kid's right on the edge, and Jensen decides that now is a really good time to slide the condom on and press his cock against Jared's ass.

Oh fuck, there's no going back. Jared's shirt is sticking to his body, his tie seems too tight, and Mr Ackles' cock is poised at his entrance. His teacher hesitates, and Jared clenches his teeth and presses back, grunting quietly as his ass is stretched, burning pain, oh God, it hurts, and Mr Ackles is going so damned slow, one hand stroking Jared's back under his shirt, the other gripping his cock firmly and starting to stroke.

"Shhh..." Jensen hushes, going as slowly as he can. Jared's whimpering and moaning, his cock only half-hard in Jensen's hand, his ass unbelievably tight and hot. He doesn't know how he's gonna last more than a couple of thrusts like this. He stops once he's all the way in, and just strokes Jared's cock slowly and reaches under his shirt to gently tease his nipples. Jared's breathing is erratic and heavy, and it's long minutes before Jensen can tell he's ready for more. He moves back slightly before pushing in again, and Jared's head falls back onto Jensen's shoulder.

"Good?" Jensen whispers in Jared's ear, his tongue flicking out to tickle the earlobe. Jared nods quickly, spreading his legs as far as the pants tangled around his ankles will allow, and bends over again.

"Come on, sir," he says, the cockiness back in his voice. "That all you got?"

Jensen stops, his mouth falling open in shock. Jesus Christ. "You want more, you little bitch?" he snarls, pulling back sharply and thrusting in hard. Jared grunts and inhales sharply, his fingers clawing at the sides of the desk. Jensen takes a firm grip on Jared's hips, and leans over.

"Hold on," he growls, and Jared can't do anything except groan and whimper as Jensen starts pounding him, his hips slapping against Jared's ass with every thrust, his fingers digging into Jared's hips. There'll be bruises tomorrow, and Jensen's gonna want to see them.

It's simultaneously the most painful thing Jared has ever experienced, and the most arousing. He's tried putting things up his ass before - hell, he's watched enough porn to know how to go about it - and has discovered that the harder he fucks himself with his dildo, the harder he comes. It's different with someone else - Mr Ackles' dick is a damn sight bigger than the small dildo Jared had ordered off the internet, and there is an intense immediacy about it all which drives Jared's hormones through the roof. He's getting fucked, he's having actual sex with something other than his hand, and he can't get enough. Mr Ackles' cock fills him completely, sliding in and out and pressing against every sensitive point in its path. Jared gasps and groans and reaches down to wrap his hand around Mr Ackles' fist, forcing him to jerk him off harder, faster.

It comes to a head in moments; Jared's gasps reach a peak, and Jensen feels the kid's cock jerk in his grip, fluid shooting from the head and covering his hand and the papers across his desk. He groans and pulls Jared up so his back is pressed against Jensen's chest. He bites down hard on the back of Jared's neck, right on the hairline, and comes with a muttered oath, hands holding Jared so tight the kid's gasping for breath after a few moments.

The classroom falls silent, echoing with the sounds of their fucking. Jared can hear sounds far away - the football team practicing, some kid banging around with the lockers - but the most immediate sound is Mr Ackles breathing hard against his neck. He unwraps his teacher's arms from where they're locked around his waist, and winces as he slides free of Mr Ackles' cock.

Oh God. Oh God. Jensen can feel the color draining from his face as he realizes what he's just done. He's just fucked a student - a student! - over his desk. At school. As if the blowjob last night wasn't enough to seal his fate, now he's gone and fucked Jared. Who, with one word, could get him worse than fired. It's a fucking disaster, and Jensen feels himself start to shake as he grabs a box of tissues from his desk drawer and starts to clean himself up. He's struggling to do his belt up again when he feels a hand on his shoulder, and looks up into the wide-eyed, innocent gaze of one Jared Padalecki, he who probably just cost Jensen his fucking career.

"Sir? Um. I'm not gonna tell anyone, y'know." Jared bites his lip, hoping he can get through to his teacher that it's gonna be okay. Jared's not stupid; he knows damned well the rules about teacher/student relationships.

"Jared. We can't..." Jared raises a finger and presses it against Mr Ackles' mouth.

"I said, I'm not gonna tell a soul. Well, except Chad and Sandy, but they're not gonna tell anyone. And, well, maybe next time we could do this somewhere a little less obvious?" Jared casts his eyes around the computer lab, and Mr Ackles grins.

"Look, I'm sure I don't have to tell you how important it is that you keep this to yourself. And make sure your friends know that if they say a word, I'll probably be arrested."

"I'm eighteen..." Jared starts, but Mr Ackles interrupts him.

"That doesn't matter. I'm your teacher, I'm in a position of authority, and until you are finished school, that's how it has to be. If Principal Kane were to even hear a rumour about us, I'd be outta here before five minutes passed."

"Yeah," Jared sighs. "So. Uh. Do you wanna help me study tomorrow? There's rooms and rooms full of stacks in the library which no one ever goes into. You just gotta watch out for Jeffrey - he's a bit of a psycho."

"Jeffrey?"

"Librarian. I swear, I think he keeps a shotgun under his desk to use on people who return books late."

Mr Ackles laughs softly, and tosses Jared a tissue. "Clean yourself up, and I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, and Jared?"

Jared turns back as he's leaving the room. "Yeah?"

"Don't think you can get out of your assignment just by bending over a desk for me."

Jared grins and blows a kiss as he leaves.

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