Carry On
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What we did the other day, I want to try it again.
I want to lick every inch of your body.
I jerk off every night thinking about your dick up my ass.
I want you to fuck me again.
I want to fuck you.
"Mr Padalecki!"
Jared jerked himself out of his dreamworld, still clutching his pen, to see Dr Rosenbaum standing right in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Mr Padalecki. Does Othello bore you, perhaps?" Dr Rosenbaum cocked an eyebrow at Jared, who blushed.
"No sir. Sorry sir."
"Oh, I'm glad. Now, let's see what notes you've written on the subject, shall we?"
Before Jared could react, Dr Rosenbaum had grabbed Jared's notepaper, and Jared sunk down in his chair and covered his face as his teacher prepared to read what Jared had written to the entire class.
A few seconds later, however, there was still silence. Jared dared to open his eyes a little, and saw Dr Rosenbaum reading what he'd written with a very odd look on his face. Eventually, he blinked, pursed his lips, and gave Jared back his notepaper before bending close to Jared and murmuring in his ear, "See me after class." And then he was off again, expounding how Othello was doomed from the start; how Iago was the perfect villain. Jared tuned out for a moment, his face flaming, and screwed up the top sheet on his notebook before shifting in his seat and turning his attention back to the class.
~*~
"So, what do you do when you're not, like, a teacher?"
Jensen laughed. "Christ, you make it sound like that's the only thing I am."
Jared shifted in his seat and blushed. Way to impress the hot older guy, he thought to himself. "Sorry. But, y'know, it's kinda hard to think of teachers as being anything other than ... teachers. You turn up at school in the morning, and leave at the end of the day, and I guess I never really thought about what you actually DO."
"Hey, I know. It's only been a couple of years since I was in school."
Jared grinned. Somehow, having sex with your teacher was slightly less wrong when said teacher was a mere four years older than you. Practically normal, in fact. He glanced at Jensen, his face silvery in the moonlight, and nudged him with his elbow.
"You didn't answer the question."
"Oh. Hobbies and shit? Um. You know, music, movies, sports. My friend Steve sings in a band, I help him out with vocals sometimes. I'd invite you to a gig, but you ain't twenty one yet, and I'm not about to contribue to the delinquancy of a minor." Jensen grinned at Jared, his teeth flashing, and Jared rolled his eyes.
"Jerk," he muttered. Jensen chuckled again, clearly enjoying himself a lot, and reached over to ruffle Jared's hair.
"Stop it," Jared complained. "You're always ... my mom does that!"
Jensen just laughed louder, and slid across the park bench until he was pressed right up against Jared's side. He leaned close, breathing in Jared's ear, and Jared could feel Jensen's long eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. "Bet your mom doesn't do this," he whispered, and Jared shivered. Twisted around to face Jensen, wrapped Jensen's face in his hands and tugged him closer. Kissed him gently, whisper-soft, feeling Jensen's warm breath puffing across his mouth.
It was a tangle of air and lips, mouths slowly opening by small degrees, and Jared could feel his entire body heating up when Jensen stroked across Jared's mouth with just the tip of his tongue. Jared opened his eyes and was surprised to see Jensen staring at him, eyes dark and shadowed as he slid his tongue into Jared's mouth. Fighting a moan, Jared let his hand fall on Jensen's crotch, and an intense wave of lust flowed through him when Jensen let out a throaty moan, his eyes falling shut as he pressed up against Jared's hand.
~*~
"Mike, please explain to me why I should talk to him?" Jensen was feeling a bit harried; on top of the stress of having relations with one of his top students, he now had to deal with Mike catching Jared writing fairly explicit notes to 'an unknown acquaintance' during his English lessons.
"Do I have to spell it out for you?" Mike grumbled, and Jensen hid a smile behind his hand. It seemed that despite his ten years in the job, Mike had yet to encounter anyone quite like Jared Padalecki.
"Why can't you send him to the school counselor?" Jensen asked. "Or better yet, just leave him alone? Christ, do you think having to talk to someone about this is really going to make him feel better? Besides, I don't know about you, but writing 'I want you to fuck me again' doesn't exactly speak of someone who's uncomfortable with the idea of being gay."
Mike sighed. "Look, Jensen, we've all noticed Jared being a bit distracted lately. Maybe you should just have a word, man to man, and let him know that being in love does not mean your GPA should be allowed to fall. I've told him to be a bit more careful about what he doodles during class, but I don't think he listened to me. Perhaps he'll listen to you."
When Mike left, Jensen was still reeling inside from the words in love.
~*~
"Does your mom let you stay out this late every school night?" Jensen mumbled, sprawled across Jared's body in the undergrowth. The moon was shining faintly through the trees in the park, and Jared squirmed underneath him.
"Stop talking about my fucking mom!" he grunted, wrapping his arms around Jensen's back and tonguing the shadow of stubble on his jawline.
"You won't get ... ohhh ... grounded?" Jensen was making a valiant effort to stay focussed, but Jared's lips and tongue and teeth working against his skin were making him light-headed.
"Shut up," Jared mumbled against Jensen's skin. "If you must know, I'm allowed out as late as I want as long as my GPA stays high, I don't come home drunk or stoned, and I don't wake anyone up when I come in."
"Oh good," Jensen said, and licked his way back into Jared's mouth. He could feel Jared's erection sliding against his thigh as a pair of insanely long legs wrapped around his own. He jerked down convulsively, rutting hard against Jared's hip, and a long, low moan spilled from Jared's lips as they kissed and sucked and thrust against one another.
Things were just getting interesting - Jared's hands were at the front of Jensen's trousers, mere inches away from being wrapped around Jensen's cock - when there was an almighty crashing sound coming from the trees surrounding them. Realizing someone was coming, Jensen grabbed onto Jared and rolled, taking him with him into the shadows of the trees and out of sight as two people stumbled into the clearing.
"Oh Jesus," Jared whispered in Jensen's ear, and Jensen nodded. It was Jared's friend Chad - not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, Jensen knew - and that cheerleader, Alona. Jensen shuddered at the memory of the girl hitting on him, and glanced up at them again just in time to see Chad slide his hand up the back of her shirt and undo her bra. They were kissing like a pair of hormonal teenagers (funny that, Jensen thought wryly to himself) and it didn't take long before Alona was on her knees in front of Chad, mouth working hard against his dick.
"I so don't need to see this," Jared muttered, and Jensen stifled a laugh, tacitly agreeing with him. It was like a train wreck, though, and Jensen could not for the life of him pull his eyes away from the sight of Chad pushing Alona backwards, yanking her skirt up, and pushing deep inside her.
No condom, the cynical part of Jensen noted. "This is horrible," Jared whispered, and Jensen grinned in the darkness. He knew a way to make it better. Turning his head slightly to whisper in Jared's ear, he said, "Don't say a word," as his hand crept downwards until it was resting over Jared's still-hard cock. Jared bucked his hips, almost enough to send Jensen flying as he deftly unzipped Jared's pants with one hand and slipped it inside to wrap around his dick. Jared latched onto Jensen's ear, breathing harshly and wetly as Jensen moved his hand over the hot, hard flesh.
Chad and Alona's moans filled the clearing, and Jensen's cynical side was once again in full voice as he considered that Chad had to be a complete dropkick not to realize how much Alona was faking. It was hard to think too much about such things, however, when he had a handful of cock and a hard young body underneath him, writhing and biting down on his earlobe in an effort to stay silent. His own dick was painfully hard in his jeans, and he found himself rutting against Jared's thigh, so damned close to orgasm himself as he let Jared fuck his hand.
Just as Chad's moans were reaching a crescendo, Jared let out an almost inaudible whimper and came all over Jensen's hand and wrist. Jensen bit down hard on his lip and thrust his hips again and again, riding Jared's body helplessly until, with one final push, he came hard in his pants, his cock twitching and spurting as his body was wracked with aftershocks. The air echoed with the sounds of Chad finishing off, Alona wailing and moaning and sounding like a goddamned whore, but Jensen had ears only for Jared, who whispered to him that he was feeling mighty proud of himself, being so damned hot that Jensen came in his pants like a teenager. Jensen was just glad it was too dark for Jared to be able to see his blush.
~*~
"Hey, you look kinda beat," Jared said in mock concern to Chad at lunchtime the next day. "You okay?"
"Uh. Late night," Chad said, blushing faintly and scratching his head. Jared grinned slyly.
"Oh yeah? Who was it last night?" He deliberately shoved Chad with his shoulder, and Chad shoved back, harder.
"Alona," Chad muttered, and Jared rolled his eyes.
"Oh Christ, again?" he laughed. "Dude, you might wanna check out the free STI clinic one day."
Chad punched him in the shoulder. "Fuck off," he grumbled, the blush rising on his face. "Anyway, you haven't been keeping me informed about your ... uh. You know."
Jared grinned. "Interested?" he asked. Chad cocked an eyebrow and nodded.
"Dude. It's sex. 'Course I'm interested."
Jared couldn't help it, he burst out laughing, and it wasn't long before Chad joined him. They wandered down the hallway, butting shoulders and poking each other in the side, and Jared was so busy protecting himself from Chad's abnormally dextrous fingers (and didn't that thought just make him laugh harder) that he didn't see Coach Welling coming the other way, and stumbled into him.
"Sorry sir," he choked out. Chad grabbed his arm and pulled him along, slinging his own arm around Jared's shoulder as they stumbled up and down the hall on their way to class.
~*~
"Hey, did you have a chat to Jared?" Mike asked at lunchtime. Jensen rolled his eyes and shook his head in resignation.
"Yeah, I talked to him. I don't honestly know what you were worried about, Mike. He's ... he's just a normal guy with a crush."
"Nah, I think he's in love with someone," Tom said, putting his sandwich down and leaning in. Jensen automatically cast his eyes around the staffroom and, seeing Chris far away and out of earshot, leaned in too.
"Why are we discussing the love lives of our students?" he asked quietly. "Don't we have more interesting things to talk about?"
Mike and Tom gave him a funny look. "Dude," Tom said patiently, "I know you haven't been in the business very long, but I'd have thought you might have picked up by now that student love lives are infinitely more interesting than teacher love lives. It's like we've got our own soap operas being played out right in front of us!"
Jensen leaned back in his chair and laughed. "Tom, I think you've been watching too much daytime tv again. Perhaps I should have a word with Chris about getting you a bit more work to do? I'm sure I could use a hand in the lab during my free periods."
Tom blushed faintly, but soldiered on. "Seriously. Jared, he's never even had a date, and now he's mooning around like he's Romeo or something."
"You're kidding, right? Never had a date?" Jensen couldn't quite believe that; Jared was so damn hot.
"It's true," Mike confirmed. "So. Any idea who it is?"
"I'm certain of it," Tom said with a grin, and Jensen's stomach clenched.
~*~
"No fucking way," Jared groaned. Jensen just clutched his stomach and laughed harder.
"Not kidding!" he gasped, leaning against the wall to support himself. Just as he thought he was getting a handle on it, the memory of the serious look on Tom's face as he expounded on his Jared-and-Chad theory arose again, and he collapsed in a fresh fit of giggles.
"Dude, not funny!" Jared groaned, falling into a chair and burying his face in a hand. "Christ, don't you guys have better things to talk about than your students' love lives?"
"Sorry," Jensen said, catching his breath and trying not to have a coughing fit. "He just looked so serious. I mean. Chad!"
"Ugh. Chad," Jared sighed. "God, I can't believe I saw him fucking Alona. Even if he offered, I'd never let his dick near mine now."
"Good," Jensen muttered, "cause I'd have to kill you."
Jared looked up at him, a gleam in his eyes that Jensen didn't recognize. "Oh yeah?" he purred. "And why is that, sir?"
A small part of Jensen wanted to remind Jared to call him by his name, dammit, but by far the largest part of him was thrumming with desire, and the way Jared emphasized the 'sir' had Jensen's cock hardening in his pants. He slid a finger around the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling like his tie was too tight, and took his glasses off to rub his eyes. When he opened them again, Jared was suddenly there, almost looming over him, and Jensen automatically checked that the door to the computer lab was firmly locked before he let Jared push him up against the whiteboard and attack his mouth.
"Cause you're mine," Jensen growled, licking his way into Jared's mouth and reaching around to pull him firmly against his body.
"I know," Jared murmured breathlessly as he forced Jensen to face the board, hands undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. He pushed and nudged at Jensen's clothing until his teacher was bare-assed against the board, and Jared shoved at his own pants until he could press his hard cock against Jensen's ass.
"Jared?" Jensen said softly.
"Yeah," Jared whispered back. He licked Jensen's neck, nuzzling into the short, soft strands of hair behind his ear, and reached around to take hold of Jensen's cock in one huge hand.
"You... oh God. You got..."
"Yeah," Jared repeated, reaching out with one long arm to grab his bag off Jensen's desk. His fingers closed on the half-crushed lube and condom easily, and he bent slightly to lick Jensen's earlobe as he opened the tube and squeezed a small amount onto his fingers.
"How many?" he grated, his voice sounding several octaves lower. He was shifting on his feet, his cock sliding up and down Jensen's crack, and he smoothed just a little lube over himself to make its passage easier.
"Uh. Start with one. And. Nnnngh. Then more." Jensen was writhing against Jared, hands firm against the board and his ass sliding slickly around Jared's dick. Jared leaned his head on Jensen's back, rubbing the lube over his fingers before gently sliding one down and circling Jensen's hole.
"Oh. Yeah," Jensen panted. "Now... press inside... fuck yes."
Jared grinned and gripped the base of his cock. Jensen's ass was incredibly tight, and so damned hot just the thought of putting his dick in there had Jared on the verge of coming. He moved his finger in and out slowly, curling it slightly to try and find that place Jensen had introduced him to. Moans and filthy words were pouring out of Jensen's mouth, and Jared gritted his teeth and added another finger.
"More," Jensen said softly, his hips thrusting as he fucked himself on Jared's fingers. "Please, Jared..."
Jared bit through his lip and tasted blood as he pushed three fingers inside Jensen. There was sweat trickling down his teacher's neck, and he leaned in to lick it off as Jensen thrust and bucked. Jensen's hair was sticking up everywhere; Jared let go of his dick and pushed his fingers into it, messing it up even more, making Jensen look like he'd just been fucked. So damned good, Jensen was writhing shamelessly, grinding himself down on Jared's hand, and when he started gasping for Jared to fuck him, Jared could barely see through the haze of lust clouding his vision. He grappled with the condom, and it seemed an age before he got the damned thing open and over his cock. More lube; too much, probably, and then he braced his hands over Jensen's against the board as he pressed his dick into Jensen's ass.
They groaned in unison, and Jared fought the urge to just let go and start pounding. Jensen was clenching tight around him, so fucking hot and wet and gripping his cock just so.
"Oh my god," Jared whimpered. His bangs were covering his eyes, sticky and wet with sweat, and his school tie was far too tight. Jensen's shirt was almost soaked through with sweat, and through the haze, Jared wondered how exactly they were going to come out of this one not looking like they'd just been fucking.
"Good?" Jensen panted, reaching down and taking hold of his cock and jerking it in time with Jared's slow thrusts.
"Fucking ... amazing," Jared said, every breath a gasp.
The sound of a key turning in the lock of the door broke through the gasps, and as one, Jared and Jensen turned to the door.
Visions of being expelled swam through Jared's mind, and he started to pull away as the door opened and Eric stepped through, dragging his mop and bucket behind him.
It was a few moments before the janitor saw them, and when he did, the three of them just stared at each other for what seemed to Jared to be forever.
"Eric..." Jensen started, and then trailed off. There really was no explanation for this apart from the obvious.
Eric rolled his eyes. "I'm the goddamned janitor," he drawled. "Do you have any idea how many people would be fired or expelled if I opened my mouth?"
Jared just stared at Eric, his mouth hanging open. "Uh."
"I'll just leave and lock the door, shall I? And next time, try somewhere a little more out of the way."
"Like where?" Jared heard himself asking.
"Library's good," Eric said, leaning on his mop with a thoughtful look on his face. "If you can avoid Jeffrey. Guy's a goddamn psycho."
It was an entirely ludicrous situation. Jared was still buried balls-deep in Jensen's ass, and here they were talking to the goddamn janitor about the best place for a quiet fuck.
"Uh. Thanks, Eric," Jensen said diffidently. "We'll keep that in mind. Now, uh, you wanna leave us alone?" He jerked his hips slightly, and Jared bit his lip as Jensen's ass squeezed around his dick.
"Sure. Have fun, boys." Eric waved his mop at them, and closed the door behind him. The moment Jared heard the snick of the lock, he groaned, "Jesus Christ."
"You wanna keep going?" Jensen asked, pushing himself back onto Jared's cock and turning his head around just enough for Jared to reach his mouth. It was a clumsy kiss, mostly just tongue play and shared breath, but Jared moaned softly and pushed back hard.
It was messy and clumsy and damn, Jared couldn't get a good rhythm back, but Jensen was moaning his pornographic moan again, and when Jared felt Jensen tighten around him, when he heard Jensen come all over the whiteboard, he thrust hard one last time and came, burying his face in the back of Jensen's neck as he twitched and fucked and spurted.
"God, I love this," Jared sighed, kissing Jensen's sweaty skin softly, not yet willing to move away. His knees were weak; he was almost leaning his entire weight on Jensen, but Jensen didn't seem to be complaining one bit.
~*~
Later, as they did their best to clean themselves up, Jared burst out laughing.
"What?" Jensen asked, re-tying his tie and trying to smooth his hair back down.
"Eric," Jared snorted. "The fucking janitor! He... Christ, Jensen, he walked in on us!" He broke down in laughter again, and Jensen grinned at him.
"Guess we gotta find somewhere else to do this," he mused. "And I'm not going back into that library unless it's to get a book. Jeffrey looks at me funny."
Jared just laughed harder.
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