Supernatural: If I could have just a taste of you (Jensen/Colin Ford AU) 3/?
Summary, disclaimer etc in chapter 1.
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 14/15 in this fic)
A/N: Some naughty stuff happening now!
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[Read more]Chapter 3
Jensen lets Colin lead him further into the room. He feels so many things right now he doesn’t even think he could name half of the emotions swirling around. He’s had too much to drink but he’s not drunk, he’s aware of what he’s doing, of what he’s about to do if he follows Colin’s lead. Now Jensen’s admitted out loud that he wants Colin, he doesn’t have the energy to fight any more.
For months he’s been trying to tell himself that his attraction to the teen was because he and Jared’s sex life was non-existent, and Jensen was just horny. Colin had been giving him heated looks and Jensen was only human, it was nice to have someone look at him that way again. The first time he’d wrapped his hand around his dick and pictures of Colin came into his mind, Jensen was horrified with himself. He’d pulled his hand out of his shorts and not touched himself again in weeks.
The next time, he found himself picturing Colin doing the same thing and wondereing how he likes to jerk off, whether he likes to do it fast or slow, if he uses lube or not, whether he likes play with his slit or his balls. That was the first time Jensen came all over himself to the thought of Colin, and he threw up minutes later from the guilt and shame he felt. Soon after that though, Colin found his way into Jensen’s dreams in all kinds of scenarios, each one filthier than the next. When he woke up sweating, panting and hard as nails, it never took long to bring himself off. He tried many times to picture Jared instead if he wasn’t there, he even tried to wake Jared up so they could come together but Jared always said no.
In the darkness and in his own bed, the guilt Jensen felt eventually lessened and he rationalised that it was just fantasy, he wasn’t doing anything wrong, he’d never lay a hand on Colin. He’d become comfortable with that, it was his own personal dirty little secret and no-one would ever know. He’d gotten used to keeping his looks discreet, he never let his eyes linger too long on Colin, though that had started becoming more and more difficult once he realised Colin was looking back - a lot. So the kid had a crush, it’s nothing Jensen couldn’t handle...right? Everything was fine up until that night.
He’d met Chris at Ford’s after work as they’d done regularly for months, and everything seemed normal. It was busier than usual, a party of some kind was in so the staff were rushed off their feet. Carol had Colin helping out around the place, clearing tables, collecting empty glasses and keeping the supply of sodas and bar snacks topped up. Jensen was waiting to order one last round. He hadn’t planned on staying late, he’d even invited Jared to join them even though the chances were slim. Jared hadn’t replied to two texts, so uck it, Jensen thought, I’m having another drink, tonight’s fight can wait. The crowd at the bar were getting rowdy and there was some pushing and shoving. Someone slammed into him side on and Jensen managed to keep himself upright but was jostled and ended up with his back to the bar with a body pushed up against his chest - that body turned out to be Colin. Instinctively, Jensen grabbed the boy by the shoulders, making sure he was upright and OK. Colin was steadying himself when the crowd pushed again, this time forcing Colin’s weight against him. Jensen felt the teen grab onto his hips to steady himself, and that’s where it all went wrong.
Colin’s body heat was seeping into Jensen’s chest and belly, the kid was flushed and sweaty from the heat in the bar and as he went to push away, Jensen felt it. Colin was hard against Jensen’s hip. They looked at each other, Colin’s big eyes looking both horrified and hopeful as he swallowed, licked his lips and muttered “Sorry.” Jensen’s pulse sky rocketed and he was mortified to feel that he was getting hard himself. How could he not be, when he had the star of his fantasies plastered against him, hard, and looking so vulnerable and fucking hot all at the same time? He wanted nothing more in that moment to pull Colin tighter against him and kiss him while they rutted against each other. As soon as that realisation hit, Jensen almost pushed Colin over in his haste to get away. “I’m late, I gotta go, sorry!” he muttered as he ran out of the door. He hadn’t been back to the bar since.
Colin’s voice brought him from his memories, “Jensen, you still with me?”
He swallows and looks into Colin’s eyes. He sees determination in them as well as hope and lust. The last is what drive him forward, pushing Colin against the pool table and pressing up against him. He takes the teen’s angular, beautiful face into his hands and kisses him. Colin’s lips are so hot against his, and it’s amazing. Jensen deepens the kiss and his lust spikes at the groan Colin lets out, opening his mouth for Jensen’s tongue. The kiss is wet and messy and perfect. Jensen wonders how many times Colin’s been kissed, because this is no beginner’s kiss, but he can’t tear himself away from those luscious pink lips long enough to ask. It’s difficult enough to pull away for breath, especially when he can feel Colin’s hands scrambling at his back, trying to pull Jensen closer, their hips rocking slowly against each other. Eventually Jensen has to pull away because he’s dizzy from lack of oxygen. When he opens his eyes, he’s met with something straight out of one of his dreams. Colin’s face and neck are flushed and sweaty, he’s gasping for breath, mouth hanging open, lips swollen and shiny with their shared saliva. His eyelids flutter and when he opens them to look at Jensen, they’re practically all pupil.
In that moment, Jensen realises that it’s not just his lack of a sex life at home that had him paying attention to Colin, it’s that the kid is smart, funny and oozing sex appeal. He’s gorgeous, and Jensen wants, “Jesus fuck,” he pants before capturing Colin’s lips again. He lets his hands roam over the teens chest, feeling budded nipples through his shirt. He gently pulls one to see what kind of reaction it will get and Colin nearly bucks off the table. Jensen breaks their kiss, he has to see this, and slowly reaches under Colin’s shirt and circles the nipple before tugging on it. Colin lets out a noise that’s part squeak, part groan and part sob. It’s so delicious that Jensen does it again, harder this time and feels his dick throb and leak into his shorts at the sound and sight of it. He wants, no he needs to see and feel Colin’s reaction when Jensen wraps his lips around it instead of fingers. He bends his head and starts to push the shirt up but Colin stops him.
“What?” he asks, puzzled, Colin was the one pushing for this to happen. He looks up and Colin’s eyes are shut tight, his jaw clenched and he’s breathing heavily through his nose. His blunt nails are digging into Jensen’s shoulder blade, and he looks in pain. “Are you OK? What’s going -”, and then it hits him...Colin’s trying not to come. A part of Jensen wants Colin to come so they can start all over again (thank God for teenage recovery times) while another part of him wants to drag it out and see how long the teen can last. He’s not aware he’s holding his breath until his lungs start burning. Eventually he breathes out, as does Colin. He relaxes the grip he has on Jensen’s shoulder and opens his eyes. Jensen kisses him once, then kisses his sweaty forehead. “OK?”
Colin’s smile is full of embarrassment, but he nods, “Yeah, that was close. Sorry, I...you…God Jensen,” he whispers before resting his head in the crook of Jensen’s neck. Jensen wraps his arms around the teen, breathing in his scent, rich and warm and addictive. Colin’s trembling in his arms.
“Hey, it’s OK, let me,” he says softly, unbuckling Colin’s belt, unzipping and sliding his hand inside to rub his cock. Even through the cotton of his boxers Colin’s shaft is red hot and Jensen feels the damp patch where he’s been steadily leaking. He trails his fingers up to the tip and to the waistband of Colin’s boxers but before he can slide inside, long, insistent fingers grip his wrist and stop him.
“No,” he pants, “wanna last as long as I can, Jensen,” he looks away, sadness in his eyes, “this might be my only chance.” Jensen’s chest hurts at the look on the teen’s face. He wants to promise Colin this won’t be his only chance, but the truth is he doesn’t know if that’s true. Colin seems to get that and his sad smiles turns devious before he sinks to his knees. “Turn around,” he commands and Jensen is helpless to disobey. They maneuver so that Jensen’s lower back is against the edge of the pool table and he spreads his legs wide enough for Colin to slip between them. He reaches for his belt, and Colin slaps his hand away with a sharp, “no!” that leaves no room for argument.
“Ow, you fucker, that hurt!”
Colin just smirks and sets to work freeing Jensen’s cock. He takes his damn time about it, kissing the hot skin above Jensen’s jeans as he undoes the belt. He trails kisses down every inch of skin he’s freeing as the zipper is opened and then finally dips his hand into Jensen’s boxers and pull out his hot, aching flesh. The cool air is a relief and Jensen feels like sobbing, he feels like he’s been hard for hours. He looks down as Colin grips him firmly and gives a few experimental tugs. Just that touch is heaven and Jensen let out a loud moan. Colin shushes him, but doesn’t stop his ministrations. He slows a little and then Jensen feels a hot wetness at the end of his cock. He looks down and almost loses it right there. Colin is gently lapping at the slit, his strokes getting wider as he broadens his tongue, before swirling it around the entire head. He sucks it gently into his mouth before pulling back. He looks up again and Jensen sees nervousness all over his face.
“First time?” Colin nods. Jensen reaches out and runs a hand through Colin’s hair, hair that he’d been dying to get his hands into, and the teen leans into the touch, “You don’t have to,” Jensen says and smiles reassuringly. He really hopes Colin carries on but he’s not going to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to. Colin smiles back and shakes his head, licking his lips before taking Jensen’s cock slowly back into his mouth. He goes a little deeper down this time and Jensen can’t help the way his hips jerk forward, shoving more of his aching shaft into Colin’s glorious mouth. Colin coughs a little but doesn’t pull off, “Sorry,” Jensen says but he’s not sure he’s been heard. The look of concentration on the teen’s face is slightly disturbing, but it soon relaxes as he gets a steady rhythm between hand and mouth.
Jensen allows himself to relax then, and enjoy the sensation. Colin’s mouth looks and feels amazing. It’s even better than Jensen imagined during any of his jerk off sessions because although he’d pictured Colin down on his knees, full lips stretched wide around Jensen’s cock, he’d never imagined the look of pure bliss on the teen’s face or the sounds that he’s making. Each time he sinks down onto Jensen’s cock, he lets out a small moans like he’s eating the best ice cream he’s ever tasted. He fists both hands in Colin’s floppy hair and guides him at the speed he needs, and as Jensen tugs the soft strands a little harder, Colin whimpers as well. There’s saliva everywhere, it’s running down Colin’s chin and he looks so debauched that Jensen knows he won’t last much longer. “‘m gettin’ so close,” he drawls, hips jerking faster as he chases his orgasm. He never wants it to end, Colin’s mouth is made for him, all wet, slick, hot and eager, but it’s getting too much. He can hear himself grunting and he’s reaching the point of no return. Suddenly Colin takes his hand away leaving cold air behind but before Jensen has time to protest, he feels Colin pressing on one of the hands in his hair, encouraging the older man to control the pace completely. Colin grips both of Jensen’s hips and soon he’s scrabbling at the skin as Jensen starts fucking Colin’s mouth in earnest. His skin feels like it’s on fire, there’s sweat running down his face and neck and the hot, wet pressure around his cock is almost too much...he’s almost there and he wants to look Colin in the eye as he comes down his throat.
He pulls Colin’s head back a little, and the scrambling at his hips turns into a sharp pain where Colin’s nails are sinking into flesh. He looks down at the teen whose eyes are rolling back in his head and he screams around Jensen’s cock as he comes in his jeans. The sight of it along with the vibration of Colin’s scream tips Jensen over the edge. He feels like his whole body is bursting through his dick, it’s almost painful. After his initial release he slips from Colin’s slack mouth and the rest of his come streaks across his face, giving Jensen a powerful sense of ownership, “Mine,” he thinks.
All of a sudden his legs feel like jelly and he feels lightheaded. He slides down to the floor next to Colin who’s still catching his breath. His eyes flicker open as Jensen brushes sweaty hair from his forehead, feeling the heat pouring off his skin. Colin has a thin streak of come from under his eye to the side of his nose, and Jensen swipes at it with his thumb, then kisses Colin’s fevered skin, finally placing a soft kiss to his lips.
They sit there panting, just looking at each other until their breathing returns to normal. Colin leans forward, sliding his hand up Jensen’s thigh and dips his head. He doesn’t say anything and now Jensen is starting to feel sick, is that what Colin wanted? Is he regretting it now? He sits up and pulls the teen closer, lifting his chin so that their eyes meet. He can’t work out the look Colin’s giving him, it’s kind of sad, but happy at the same time, it’s a little nervous, maybe and it’s giving Jensen butterflies.
“Was...was it OK?” he whispers eventually.
Jensen can’t help but smile. He reaches out and sweeps his thumb over Colin’s bottom lip then kisses him softly again. His own lips are sore from the bruising kisses they shared earlier and Colin’s must be even more so, judging by the heat still coming off them, “More than,” he whispers back.
Colin’s pleased smile hits Jensen right in the chest. He realises in that moment that he’s missed making someone smile like that. His mind briefly shows him an image of Jared and one of his carefree smiles from long ago, and his chest tightens. He swallows around the lump that’s suddenly in his throat and pushes the thought away. He came here to get away from what Jared did, this is about him...and now, completely unintentionally, about Colin.
Something on his face must’ve changed because Colin’s frowning at him. He opens his mouth to speak but then a look of disgust takes over his face as he sits back down. “Ew,” he says, and Jensen can’t help but laugh, he was a teenager once and remembers that while coming in your pants can be hot at the time, the resulting mess, isn’t. Colin wags an accusatory finger at him, “this is all your fault.”
More laughter bubbles up from inside Jensen’s chest, which makes tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans a little difficult but he does it. Once that’s done, he picks himself up off the floor and dusts his jeans off. The day is taking it’s toll on Jensen, between everything at home, the alcohol he’s drank and the mind blowing orgasm, he’s worn out. “I need coffee and food, and lots of it!”
Colin’s trying to tidy up his hair, to no avail, Jensen’s pulled it every which way. “I need a shower” he says before going quiet, just looking at Jensen as if he has something else he wants to say.
Suddenly Jensen’s uncomfortable. He’s never had just a hook up before, he’s a relationship kinda guy, so he’s not sure what the protocol is. Should he leave now? He stuffs his hands in his pockets, just to have something to do with them, because he’s starting to feel like he wants to hug that forlorn look off Colin’s face, “So, I should probably go, huh?” he says at the same time Colin speaks,
“Stay for dinner?”
Jensen laughs nervously, he really wasn’t expecting that, “Uh, I don’t…,” he probably should leave, go to another bar, check into a hotel, maybe, but right at that moment he doesn’t want to, “I could,” he gestures around the bar, “order here, you could join me?”
Colin looks relieved, and Jensen breathes a sigh of relief. If the teen can be a man about this whole situation, so can he. He watches as Colin takes a few steps towards him until he’s close enough to Jensen’s ear to whisper, “Or you could come upstairs, fuck me and then we can have dinner.”
End notes: JSYK. I haven't forgotten about Jared, we'll be hearing from him again soon!
Chapter 4
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 14/15 in this fic)
A/N: Some naughty stuff happening now!
<< Back to chapter 2 ---- The fic is also on AO3 if you want to read there. :)
[Read more]Chapter 3
Jensen lets Colin lead him further into the room. He feels so many things right now he doesn’t even think he could name half of the emotions swirling around. He’s had too much to drink but he’s not drunk, he’s aware of what he’s doing, of what he’s about to do if he follows Colin’s lead. Now Jensen’s admitted out loud that he wants Colin, he doesn’t have the energy to fight any more.
For months he’s been trying to tell himself that his attraction to the teen was because he and Jared’s sex life was non-existent, and Jensen was just horny. Colin had been giving him heated looks and Jensen was only human, it was nice to have someone look at him that way again. The first time he’d wrapped his hand around his dick and pictures of Colin came into his mind, Jensen was horrified with himself. He’d pulled his hand out of his shorts and not touched himself again in weeks.
The next time, he found himself picturing Colin doing the same thing and wondereing how he likes to jerk off, whether he likes to do it fast or slow, if he uses lube or not, whether he likes play with his slit or his balls. That was the first time Jensen came all over himself to the thought of Colin, and he threw up minutes later from the guilt and shame he felt. Soon after that though, Colin found his way into Jensen’s dreams in all kinds of scenarios, each one filthier than the next. When he woke up sweating, panting and hard as nails, it never took long to bring himself off. He tried many times to picture Jared instead if he wasn’t there, he even tried to wake Jared up so they could come together but Jared always said no.
In the darkness and in his own bed, the guilt Jensen felt eventually lessened and he rationalised that it was just fantasy, he wasn’t doing anything wrong, he’d never lay a hand on Colin. He’d become comfortable with that, it was his own personal dirty little secret and no-one would ever know. He’d gotten used to keeping his looks discreet, he never let his eyes linger too long on Colin, though that had started becoming more and more difficult once he realised Colin was looking back - a lot. So the kid had a crush, it’s nothing Jensen couldn’t handle...right? Everything was fine up until that night.
He’d met Chris at Ford’s after work as they’d done regularly for months, and everything seemed normal. It was busier than usual, a party of some kind was in so the staff were rushed off their feet. Carol had Colin helping out around the place, clearing tables, collecting empty glasses and keeping the supply of sodas and bar snacks topped up. Jensen was waiting to order one last round. He hadn’t planned on staying late, he’d even invited Jared to join them even though the chances were slim. Jared hadn’t replied to two texts, so uck it, Jensen thought, I’m having another drink, tonight’s fight can wait. The crowd at the bar were getting rowdy and there was some pushing and shoving. Someone slammed into him side on and Jensen managed to keep himself upright but was jostled and ended up with his back to the bar with a body pushed up against his chest - that body turned out to be Colin. Instinctively, Jensen grabbed the boy by the shoulders, making sure he was upright and OK. Colin was steadying himself when the crowd pushed again, this time forcing Colin’s weight against him. Jensen felt the teen grab onto his hips to steady himself, and that’s where it all went wrong.
Colin’s body heat was seeping into Jensen’s chest and belly, the kid was flushed and sweaty from the heat in the bar and as he went to push away, Jensen felt it. Colin was hard against Jensen’s hip. They looked at each other, Colin’s big eyes looking both horrified and hopeful as he swallowed, licked his lips and muttered “Sorry.” Jensen’s pulse sky rocketed and he was mortified to feel that he was getting hard himself. How could he not be, when he had the star of his fantasies plastered against him, hard, and looking so vulnerable and fucking hot all at the same time? He wanted nothing more in that moment to pull Colin tighter against him and kiss him while they rutted against each other. As soon as that realisation hit, Jensen almost pushed Colin over in his haste to get away. “I’m late, I gotta go, sorry!” he muttered as he ran out of the door. He hadn’t been back to the bar since.
Colin’s voice brought him from his memories, “Jensen, you still with me?”
He swallows and looks into Colin’s eyes. He sees determination in them as well as hope and lust. The last is what drive him forward, pushing Colin against the pool table and pressing up against him. He takes the teen’s angular, beautiful face into his hands and kisses him. Colin’s lips are so hot against his, and it’s amazing. Jensen deepens the kiss and his lust spikes at the groan Colin lets out, opening his mouth for Jensen’s tongue. The kiss is wet and messy and perfect. Jensen wonders how many times Colin’s been kissed, because this is no beginner’s kiss, but he can’t tear himself away from those luscious pink lips long enough to ask. It’s difficult enough to pull away for breath, especially when he can feel Colin’s hands scrambling at his back, trying to pull Jensen closer, their hips rocking slowly against each other. Eventually Jensen has to pull away because he’s dizzy from lack of oxygen. When he opens his eyes, he’s met with something straight out of one of his dreams. Colin’s face and neck are flushed and sweaty, he’s gasping for breath, mouth hanging open, lips swollen and shiny with their shared saliva. His eyelids flutter and when he opens them to look at Jensen, they’re practically all pupil.
In that moment, Jensen realises that it’s not just his lack of a sex life at home that had him paying attention to Colin, it’s that the kid is smart, funny and oozing sex appeal. He’s gorgeous, and Jensen wants, “Jesus fuck,” he pants before capturing Colin’s lips again. He lets his hands roam over the teens chest, feeling budded nipples through his shirt. He gently pulls one to see what kind of reaction it will get and Colin nearly bucks off the table. Jensen breaks their kiss, he has to see this, and slowly reaches under Colin’s shirt and circles the nipple before tugging on it. Colin lets out a noise that’s part squeak, part groan and part sob. It’s so delicious that Jensen does it again, harder this time and feels his dick throb and leak into his shorts at the sound and sight of it. He wants, no he needs to see and feel Colin’s reaction when Jensen wraps his lips around it instead of fingers. He bends his head and starts to push the shirt up but Colin stops him.
“What?” he asks, puzzled, Colin was the one pushing for this to happen. He looks up and Colin’s eyes are shut tight, his jaw clenched and he’s breathing heavily through his nose. His blunt nails are digging into Jensen’s shoulder blade, and he looks in pain. “Are you OK? What’s going -”, and then it hits him...Colin’s trying not to come. A part of Jensen wants Colin to come so they can start all over again (thank God for teenage recovery times) while another part of him wants to drag it out and see how long the teen can last. He’s not aware he’s holding his breath until his lungs start burning. Eventually he breathes out, as does Colin. He relaxes the grip he has on Jensen’s shoulder and opens his eyes. Jensen kisses him once, then kisses his sweaty forehead. “OK?”
Colin’s smile is full of embarrassment, but he nods, “Yeah, that was close. Sorry, I...you…God Jensen,” he whispers before resting his head in the crook of Jensen’s neck. Jensen wraps his arms around the teen, breathing in his scent, rich and warm and addictive. Colin’s trembling in his arms.
“Hey, it’s OK, let me,” he says softly, unbuckling Colin’s belt, unzipping and sliding his hand inside to rub his cock. Even through the cotton of his boxers Colin’s shaft is red hot and Jensen feels the damp patch where he’s been steadily leaking. He trails his fingers up to the tip and to the waistband of Colin’s boxers but before he can slide inside, long, insistent fingers grip his wrist and stop him.
“No,” he pants, “wanna last as long as I can, Jensen,” he looks away, sadness in his eyes, “this might be my only chance.” Jensen’s chest hurts at the look on the teen’s face. He wants to promise Colin this won’t be his only chance, but the truth is he doesn’t know if that’s true. Colin seems to get that and his sad smiles turns devious before he sinks to his knees. “Turn around,” he commands and Jensen is helpless to disobey. They maneuver so that Jensen’s lower back is against the edge of the pool table and he spreads his legs wide enough for Colin to slip between them. He reaches for his belt, and Colin slaps his hand away with a sharp, “no!” that leaves no room for argument.
“Ow, you fucker, that hurt!”
Colin just smirks and sets to work freeing Jensen’s cock. He takes his damn time about it, kissing the hot skin above Jensen’s jeans as he undoes the belt. He trails kisses down every inch of skin he’s freeing as the zipper is opened and then finally dips his hand into Jensen’s boxers and pull out his hot, aching flesh. The cool air is a relief and Jensen feels like sobbing, he feels like he’s been hard for hours. He looks down as Colin grips him firmly and gives a few experimental tugs. Just that touch is heaven and Jensen let out a loud moan. Colin shushes him, but doesn’t stop his ministrations. He slows a little and then Jensen feels a hot wetness at the end of his cock. He looks down and almost loses it right there. Colin is gently lapping at the slit, his strokes getting wider as he broadens his tongue, before swirling it around the entire head. He sucks it gently into his mouth before pulling back. He looks up again and Jensen sees nervousness all over his face.
“First time?” Colin nods. Jensen reaches out and runs a hand through Colin’s hair, hair that he’d been dying to get his hands into, and the teen leans into the touch, “You don’t have to,” Jensen says and smiles reassuringly. He really hopes Colin carries on but he’s not going to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to. Colin smiles back and shakes his head, licking his lips before taking Jensen’s cock slowly back into his mouth. He goes a little deeper down this time and Jensen can’t help the way his hips jerk forward, shoving more of his aching shaft into Colin’s glorious mouth. Colin coughs a little but doesn’t pull off, “Sorry,” Jensen says but he’s not sure he’s been heard. The look of concentration on the teen’s face is slightly disturbing, but it soon relaxes as he gets a steady rhythm between hand and mouth.
Jensen allows himself to relax then, and enjoy the sensation. Colin’s mouth looks and feels amazing. It’s even better than Jensen imagined during any of his jerk off sessions because although he’d pictured Colin down on his knees, full lips stretched wide around Jensen’s cock, he’d never imagined the look of pure bliss on the teen’s face or the sounds that he’s making. Each time he sinks down onto Jensen’s cock, he lets out a small moans like he’s eating the best ice cream he’s ever tasted. He fists both hands in Colin’s floppy hair and guides him at the speed he needs, and as Jensen tugs the soft strands a little harder, Colin whimpers as well. There’s saliva everywhere, it’s running down Colin’s chin and he looks so debauched that Jensen knows he won’t last much longer. “‘m gettin’ so close,” he drawls, hips jerking faster as he chases his orgasm. He never wants it to end, Colin’s mouth is made for him, all wet, slick, hot and eager, but it’s getting too much. He can hear himself grunting and he’s reaching the point of no return. Suddenly Colin takes his hand away leaving cold air behind but before Jensen has time to protest, he feels Colin pressing on one of the hands in his hair, encouraging the older man to control the pace completely. Colin grips both of Jensen’s hips and soon he’s scrabbling at the skin as Jensen starts fucking Colin’s mouth in earnest. His skin feels like it’s on fire, there’s sweat running down his face and neck and the hot, wet pressure around his cock is almost too much...he’s almost there and he wants to look Colin in the eye as he comes down his throat.
He pulls Colin’s head back a little, and the scrambling at his hips turns into a sharp pain where Colin’s nails are sinking into flesh. He looks down at the teen whose eyes are rolling back in his head and he screams around Jensen’s cock as he comes in his jeans. The sight of it along with the vibration of Colin’s scream tips Jensen over the edge. He feels like his whole body is bursting through his dick, it’s almost painful. After his initial release he slips from Colin’s slack mouth and the rest of his come streaks across his face, giving Jensen a powerful sense of ownership, “Mine,” he thinks.
All of a sudden his legs feel like jelly and he feels lightheaded. He slides down to the floor next to Colin who’s still catching his breath. His eyes flicker open as Jensen brushes sweaty hair from his forehead, feeling the heat pouring off his skin. Colin has a thin streak of come from under his eye to the side of his nose, and Jensen swipes at it with his thumb, then kisses Colin’s fevered skin, finally placing a soft kiss to his lips.
They sit there panting, just looking at each other until their breathing returns to normal. Colin leans forward, sliding his hand up Jensen’s thigh and dips his head. He doesn’t say anything and now Jensen is starting to feel sick, is that what Colin wanted? Is he regretting it now? He sits up and pulls the teen closer, lifting his chin so that their eyes meet. He can’t work out the look Colin’s giving him, it’s kind of sad, but happy at the same time, it’s a little nervous, maybe and it’s giving Jensen butterflies.
“Was...was it OK?” he whispers eventually.
Jensen can’t help but smile. He reaches out and sweeps his thumb over Colin’s bottom lip then kisses him softly again. His own lips are sore from the bruising kisses they shared earlier and Colin’s must be even more so, judging by the heat still coming off them, “More than,” he whispers back.
Colin’s pleased smile hits Jensen right in the chest. He realises in that moment that he’s missed making someone smile like that. His mind briefly shows him an image of Jared and one of his carefree smiles from long ago, and his chest tightens. He swallows around the lump that’s suddenly in his throat and pushes the thought away. He came here to get away from what Jared did, this is about him...and now, completely unintentionally, about Colin.
Something on his face must’ve changed because Colin’s frowning at him. He opens his mouth to speak but then a look of disgust takes over his face as he sits back down. “Ew,” he says, and Jensen can’t help but laugh, he was a teenager once and remembers that while coming in your pants can be hot at the time, the resulting mess, isn’t. Colin wags an accusatory finger at him, “this is all your fault.”
More laughter bubbles up from inside Jensen’s chest, which makes tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans a little difficult but he does it. Once that’s done, he picks himself up off the floor and dusts his jeans off. The day is taking it’s toll on Jensen, between everything at home, the alcohol he’s drank and the mind blowing orgasm, he’s worn out. “I need coffee and food, and lots of it!”
Colin’s trying to tidy up his hair, to no avail, Jensen’s pulled it every which way. “I need a shower” he says before going quiet, just looking at Jensen as if he has something else he wants to say.
Suddenly Jensen’s uncomfortable. He’s never had just a hook up before, he’s a relationship kinda guy, so he’s not sure what the protocol is. Should he leave now? He stuffs his hands in his pockets, just to have something to do with them, because he’s starting to feel like he wants to hug that forlorn look off Colin’s face, “So, I should probably go, huh?” he says at the same time Colin speaks,
“Stay for dinner?”
Jensen laughs nervously, he really wasn’t expecting that, “Uh, I don’t…,” he probably should leave, go to another bar, check into a hotel, maybe, but right at that moment he doesn’t want to, “I could,” he gestures around the bar, “order here, you could join me?”
Colin looks relieved, and Jensen breathes a sigh of relief. If the teen can be a man about this whole situation, so can he. He watches as Colin takes a few steps towards him until he’s close enough to Jensen’s ear to whisper, “Or you could come upstairs, fuck me and then we can have dinner.”
End notes: JSYK. I haven't forgotten about Jared, we'll be hearing from him again soon!
Chapter 4