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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jared/Jensen
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki
  Collections:
      spn_masquerade_Summer_2014
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-25 Words: 2099
****** Lessons Learned ******
by Fiercelynormal
Summary
     Written for the prompt of "High school or college AU. Jared is the
     shy new teacher and Jensen is the cocky student making his life hell.
     Jared makes Jensen stay after class and things take an unexpected
     turn. Subby bottom!Jared getting fucked on his desk would be great.
     No noncon, dubcon at most."
Notes
     Written for the inaugural round of
     [http://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=118.7]
spn_masquerade.
Jared’s stomach fluttered with nerves as he approached the door to his last
period biology class. Even though he’d been teaching at the prestigious Gamble
Preparatory School for a few months now, and he was confident he knew the
material inside and out, he still got butterflies before walking into this
class.
Jared took his position at the front of class and started writing the day’s
lesson on the board as his students began filing into the classroom. He kept
his back turned to them, and was surprised when he felt something jab him right
in the crack of his ass.
“Bullseye!” He heard someone cough, followed by the laughter of a handful of
his students. He turned around sharply, only to see a paper airplane lying on
the floor at his feet. Looking up, he saw a group of boys huddled around the
desk of one laughing student. Of course. Jensen Ackles: golden boy senior,
captain of the rowing team, son of one of the schools biggest benefactors, and
the bane of Jared’s existence.
“Mr. Ackles, was this yours?” Jared asked, in what he hoped was a firm and
confident tone. He picked up the paper airplane and wasn’t at all surprised to
see a drawing - surprisingly well done, Jared noted - of a penis on it. The
other students took their seats and the classroom grew quiet.
“No, Mr. Padalecki,” said Jensen. His voice was all innocence, but the smirk on
his face said different. Jared briefly debated whether or not to call him on
it, but given the lack of evidence he knew he couldn’t - Headmaster Morgan
would kill him if word got back to Jensen’s father that he’d been singled out
for punishment without damn good reason.
Thing was, there was reason. From the first day of class, Jensen had been
trouble. He was cocky to the point of insolence, he watched Jared constantly,
and everything he said to Jared smacked of double entendre. He made Jared
uncomfortable. Unfortunately, making Jared uncomfortable wasn’t reason enough
to send him to the Headmaster for discipline, since Jensen had good grades and
was well-liked by the rest of the faculty. So Jared did his best to ignore
Jensen, despite the fact that he was always right there in front row.
Jared decided to let this incident go as well, ignoring once again the tiny
voice at the back of his head that told him he needed to take control of the
situation before it got out of hand. He put the paper on his desk and turned
back to the board to give his lesson on cephalopods. He determinedly ignored
Jensen’s “Heh, looks like a bunch of dicks” when he drew a picture of tentacles
for discussion on the whiteboard, just wishing the class would end already and
he could go home.
Towards the end of class Jared sat down at his desk while the students read the
next chapter of the textbook. Glancing down at his desk, his gaze was caught by
the artistically-rendered dick on the crumpled piece of paper. Not wanting it
to be seen by the other students as they took their leave at the end of class,
he opened his desk drawer to put the paper inside. He barely held in a gasp as
he saw what was inside the drawer: a vibrant pink dildo, with a white silk
ribbon tied around it in a sloppy bow. Jared closed the drawer hastily,
glancing around to make sure none of the students had seen it. Jared was pretty
sure it would be a career limiting move to wave a sex toy around in front of a
classroom full of high school students.
Jared’s eyes were caught by Jensen’s laughing green gaze. Jensen winked, that
hated smirk on his full lips. And this time Jared knew he just couldn’t let it
go.
“Mr. Ackles, please stay after class.”
Jensen’s friends ooh-ed and snickered at him, though Jared was fairly certain
they didn’t know why Jensen was in trouble, or he’d have heard much more
mocking laughter. Jensen nodded, smirk still firmly in place.
The rest of the class passed mercifully without incident, and the students
crowded out of the room in a typical end-of-the-school-day rush. All except
Jensen, who sat sprawled out in his front-row desk, hands folded in a mockery
of studious attentiveness. Jared closed the door to the classroom, shutting the
two of them in.
“Alone at last,” Jensen said with a grin at the cheesy line.
“Mr. Ackles-” he started, only to be cut off as Jensen slid out of his desk.
“Yes, Mr. Padalecki?” Jensen asked mockingly.
“Sit down,” Jared said, trying to take control. He clearly sucked at taking
control, though, because Jensen strolled towards him with the sinuous grace of
a lioness stalking a gazelle. He got right up in Jared’s personal space,
backing him up into the hard wooden edges of his desk, practically standing
between Jared’s knees where he half-sat in an attempt not to touch Jensen.
“No, why don’t you sit down, Jared,” he said. He leaned forward and licked a
stripe up the side of Jared’s neck, lingering just below Jared’s ear and making
him shiver. Jared knew he’d lost any control he might have pretended to have
when he didn’t shove Jensen away immediately. His hands gripped the edge of the
desk tightly, and his eyes were squeezed shut as if by not looking he wasn’t
actually letting one of his students touch him inappropriately while he did
nothing to stop it. While he enjoyed it.
Because his eyes were closed, he missed when Jensen reached out and covered his
shamefully half-hard dick with his warm palm, curling his fingers around it.
“Knew you wanted this,” Jensen said, and Jared wanted to deny it but the
evidence was rapidly filling Jensen’s palm, so he said nothing, just kept his
eyes closed. Jensen laughed mockingly when it became apparent Jared wasn’t
going to stop him. Jared flushed but still didn’t move.
Jensen’s hand left him and Jared was momentarily disappointed until he felt
hands tugging at his belt, pulling it open before moving on to the fastenings
of his khaki slacks. When his pants were undone, Jensen nudged him into lifting
up just enough to slide both pants and underwear just to mid-thigh, exposing
his hard-on to the cool air of the classroom.
“Turn around,” Jensen ordered. Jared obeyed without even a hint of resistance,
hating himself all the while.
“Damn, Mr. Padalecki, look what you’ve been hiding under those cheap pants,”
Jensen mocked. His hand came up between Jared’s shoulder blades and shoved and
Jared sprawled flat, bent over his desk as Jensen kicked his legs further
apart. Jared couldn’t wrap his head around how someone as young as Jensen was
able to take the upper hand so easily, but given the kid’s arrogance he was
sure Jensen had had lots of practice getting what he wanted; it just came
naturally to him.
Jared didn’t move while Jensen pulled his arms behind his back. He didn’t move
when Jensen wrapped a length of fabric - presumably Jensen’s standard-issue
Gamble Prep tie - around his wrists. But when he felt the warm press of
Jensen’s hands pulling the cheeks of his ass apart, he jerked with the
realization of what was happening - what he was letting happen.
“Jensen - “ he started.
“Mr. Ackles,” Jensen said warningly, and Jared felt a flash of heat and pain
where Jensen smacked him sharply on his ass. This had all the hallmarks of a
bad porno, up to and including the cheesy dialogue. Jared knew it and yet it
still turned him on more than he’d ever been. Thirty years old and he was being
bent over the desk and spanked by his seventeen year-old student. He’d laugh at
the ridiculousness of it if he wasn’t considering crying in humiliation. Or
coming all over his desk.
Jensen’s hands went back to pulling Jared’s ass apart, and this time Jared held
still as he felt Jensen’s warm breath seconds before he felt the damp press of
Jensen’s tongue at his hole. Jared couldn’t contain a moan and he felt Jensen’s
fingers dig warningly into the muscles of his ass. Oh, right. School. He
clenched his jaw shut tightly and stayed as quiet as he could as Jensen devoted
himself to licking him out with more dedication than he’d ever shown for his
biology homework, getting Jared messy with his spit and working his tongue as
deep inside as it could go.
Jensen’s thumbs slid down, pushing into and out of Jared’s spit-slicked hole a
few times before pulling the muscle apart, letting the cool air of the
classroom touch him before he filled the space back up with his tongue. Jared
was pretty sure he was going to come from nothing more than Jensen’s tongue up
his ass, a definite first for him, but Jensen apparently had other plans.
Jensen pulled away from Jared and stood up, and though Jared didn’t turn to
look he could hear the sound of a zipper as Jensen opened his pants. Seconds
later he felt a cock brushing against his tied hands as Jensen pressed against
his back, and he let his hands close around it, blindly measuring it, imagining
it inside him. He heard Jensen’s breath catch a little at the touch, as he
pushed forward even further until Jared’s hands were cupping his balls.
Finally Jensen pulled away from Jared’s hands, brushing the damp tip of his
dick against Jared’s hole. Jared tensed, ready to finally raise a protest, but
Jensen just cut him off with a laugh.
“Don’t worry, Mr. P., safety first. I brought a condom. See? I have been paying
attention in class!” He pulled away and Jared could hear the crinkling sound of
the condom wrapper as Jensen opened it and quickly donned protection, before
lining up again and pushing the head of his dick against Jared’s still-wet
hole. He had gotten Jared very wet with his tongue but spit isn’t the best lube
and Jared could feel the burn of friction as Jensen pushed in. It hurt, but
Jared reveled in the small bite of pain as Jensen bottomed out until Jared
could feel the scratchy hairs at the base of Jensen’s dick against the
sensitive skin of his ass.
Jensen held there for a minute until Jared’s confused muscles got used to the
fullness of Jensen inside him and relaxed enough to let him slide part way out
before shoving forward again. And again. With no hands to brace himself, Jared
slid forward and back on the desk until he braced his legs and pushed his ass
back into Jensen’s thrusts. Jensen helped by gripping tightly onto Jared’s hips
and pulling him back into the cradle of his hips on every thrust until he was
practically slamming into Jared, the sounds of skin slapping together loud in
the room but Jared was too far gone to worry about being heard.
Every once in a while the head of Jensen’s dick would brush against Jared’s
prostate, making him see stars behind his tightly closed eyes. Jensen didn’t
otherwise seem concerned with Jared’s pleasure, just holding tight to Jared’s
hips and taking his own. For some reason, the thought of being just a hole to
be used by his student was the most arousing thing that had ever happened to
Jared.
Suddenly Jensen’s thrusts picked up in speed until with a muffled groan he
stilled, just grinding his hips into Jared’s as if he wished he could become
part of him. Jared could feel him pulsing and took a dim satisfaction that
Jensen had found his release, but he was so hard he wanted to cry at the
thought of Jensen pulling out and leaving him unfinished. But Jensen’s hand
snaked down and covered his cock, gripping him tight, and he only had to stroke
two or three times before Jared was coming, ass clamped tight around Jensen’s
softening dick and come spurting out over the mahogany paneling of the desk.
They rested a moment, harsh breathing the only sound in the room. Then Jensen
pulled out and straightened his clothes, tossing the used condom nonchalantly
into the wastebasket at the side of Jared’s desk for Jared to frantically
recover later.
“So, detention again tomorrow, Mr. P.? Don’t forget to bring the present I left
you.” Jensen laughed, then walked out the door without a backwards glance,
leaving Jared with his pants undone and his pride in ruins, already
anticipating tomorrow’s lesson.
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ssly, just as Ronaldo is pulling out of
him. He says it as if it's the most natural thing in the world for him to say.
“Huh?”
“Come on, it's not fair if you're the only one who gets to come. You're gonna
make me finish by myself?”
It doesn't take Ronaldo much coaxing at all, his defenses already lowered after
going as far as he believes that they possibly can. Of course, Strega knows
there are much further, much darker places he can take his cousin, but not yet.
Ronaldo stays hunched over him, wrapping his hand around Strega's cock and
pumping it with more ease and familiarity. Obviously, he's rather used to doing
this for himself, so it doesn't take the time to learn that fucking did, and as
long as he doesn't look, he probably thinks he can pretend he's doing it to
himself. Of course, Strega knows that that plan will fail, since  he's  the one
reaping all the benefits, and he marvels at the fact that even having a
different hand at work makes this feel so much better.
It doesn't take him that much longer to come, groaning softly, and by the time
he's straightened up and turned around, Ronaldo is dressed and looking
awkwardly off to the side. He looks at Strega for only a second before giving
him something that is halfway between a shrug and a nod, and turning to leave.
Strega lets him go for now, but he's decided; as long as his own lessons
continue, he's going to keep trying to teach Ronaldo some lessons of his own.
 
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