Renegade

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The staff bathroom on the fifth floor is usually deserted, but that doesn't stop Jensen from twitching nervously and listening carefully for approaching teachers as he waits for Jared to turn up. The damned kid had been teasing him mercilessly all through the last class of the day, fiddling with his nipple ring, glancing occasionally at Jensen with his smouldering eyes and biting his lip as he stroked his chest.

Footsteps echo down the hallway outside the bathroom, and Jensen feels his dick twitch in his pants. He reaches down to cup himself, closing his eyes and rubbing gently at his balls as he imagines just what he's gonna do to punish Jared for making him hard all through class. He leans an arm against the mirror, pressing his head against it and breathing hard, seeing his breath cloud up the mirror as he gently strokes himself to full hardness through his pants.

The door creaks open, and Jensen looks up to see Jared standing there, a look of pure lust on his face as he watches Jensen.

"Got your note, sir," Jared says with a glint in his eyes. "You gonna punish me now?"

Jensen turns around and cocks an eyebrow at Jared. "You deserve it," he says, a stern look on his face. "Acting like that during class... oughta put you in detention, boy..."

Jared grins and leans against the wall, folding his arms and thrusting his hip out in an unmistakeably provocative pose. Jensen stalks over to him, running a hand up his chest till it reaches his nipple, and Jared inhales sharply as Jensen strokes it lightly, caressing the small ring and the skin around it. He leans in close and licks Jared's earlobe, whispering, "You gonna let me touch it now?"

Jared nods, his breathing harsh and loud in the bathroom. "Doesn't hurt anymore," he whispers, and moves his hands up to unbutton his shirt.

"No," Jensen grates. "Don't you move." He starts unbuttoning Jared's shirt, slowly, carefully, stroking the smooth, hot skin underneath as Jared starts writhing gently under him. Eventually he's got him all undone, shirttails hanging out of his pants and tie loose and askew. Finally, finally, Jensen can touch that ring that's been teasing him mercilessly for the past five weeks.

"You're breaking rules, sir," Jared pants, hands clutching at Jensen's hair as he guides Jensen's mouth to his nipple. "Remember? No meeting up at school..."

"Don't care," Jensen whispers, blowing gently on Jared's taut nipple. "All your fault, this." He licks the piercing gently, just tickling it with the tip of his tongue, and Jared groans deep in his chest, his hips thrusting forwards to get some contact with Jensen's body.

"Like that?" Jensen asks, whisper-soft, as he teases and strokes Jared's piercing. The metal is cool against his tongue, feeling sharp and tasting like sweat and Jared and a faint hint of soap. Jared's fingers clutch his hair, grip his face, and Jensen can hear himself whimpering as he explores Jared's nipple with his tongue. He wraps his hands around Jared's sides, smoothing over heated skin with his thumbs, exploring the defined muscles on Jared's torso with his fingers.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Jared gasps, hands flailing everywhere. "Jensen... gonna come, fucking hell that feels so good..."

"Not yet," Jensen mutters around his mouthful of piercing and flesh. "Get your pants off, I gotta fuck you."

Jared lets out a desperate moan, and then he's tearing his belt open and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs.

"How you wanna do this?" Jared asks, kicking his shoes and pants off. Jensen glances around - they're not exactly in the best place for a nice slow fuck, and Jensen's dying to keep playing with that silver ring with his tongue while he fucks Jared into next year.

"Ride me," he mutters, licking Jared's neck.

"Sounds good," Jared agrees breathily.

~

It's awkward and fumbling, but eventually Jensen finds himself sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, his pants pushed down just far enough to get his cock out. He digs through his pockets, trying to find the lube and condom he shoved in there earlier, while Jared sits astride his crotch and wraps his arms around Jensen's neck.

"You gonna get me ready?" Jared whispers into Jensen's ear. "Gonna fuck me with your fingers? Or are you gonna punish me good? Just shove on in there... make me feel it..."

Jensen's eyes roll back in his head and he almost comes as Jared slides back and forth on him, his dick riding the crease of Jared's ass. He fumbles with the condom, rolling it down onto his cock, then slicks himself up and takes a firm grip on the base of his cock.

"Yeah, now," Jared breathes, arms tightly locked around Jensen's neck, hips jerking slightly, cock hard and leaking against Jensen's shirt.

"Fuck... fuckfuckfuckfuck!" Jensen curses as he slowly pushes inside that tight heat. He leans forward and latches himself onto Jared's nipple again, sucking and teasing and tasting as he presses his cock deep into Jared's ass. Jared throws his head back, sweat rolling down his face and mouth wide open and gasping, fucking writhing on Jensen's dick. Jensen can feel the cold tile of the bathroom wall pressing into his back through his thin shirt, but that's nothing to the heat of Jared, his hands clenched in Jensen's hair as Jensen sucks his chest and grips his ass tightly.

"That's... that's... oh fuck... feels fucking amazing, Jen... fuck, harder!"

Jensen can't honestly think of anything fucking sexier than Jared, half-naked with his unbuttoned shirt hanging off his arms, riding Jensen's dick with careless abandon. His hair's flopping over his eyes, and he bites his lip hard as his cock jerks and shoots streams of come onto his stomach and Jensen's shirt.

"Jesuschrist," Jensen moans, fucking up deep and hard into Jared, trying not to bite down too hard as he comes, hips thrusting as much as they can, hands gripping so tightly there'll probably be bruises later.

"Oh man..." Jared moans. "I... I knew there'd be more sensation... but Jesus Christ."

Jensen nods in agreement, feeling dizzy and spaced out. "Perhaps I should get one too."

Jared grins down at him. "I wouldn't object."

"I'll think about it," Jensen says. "Oh, and Jared? If you don't wear a jacket during class for the next coupla weeks, I swear, I'ma have to stop wearing my glasses so I can concentrate on work instead of you."

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