Part Two:

Jensen takes a healthy swig of his beer and smiles up charmingly at the waitress while Chris snickers over the fact that the woman is batting her eyelashes and shoving her tits in the face of a man who could really care less. Jensen's always been a little too polite for his own good with the ladies. Maybe Chris will get lucky and end up consoling the pretty little thing later.

"Hey man, that demo you cut's pretty damn awesome, when you hittin' a studio?" Jensen says loudly to be heard over the music and Chris smiles at the Texas drawl creeping back into Jensen's voice.

Chris knocks back his beer and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before answering, "Already hit the studio with Steve. My album comes out in a few weeks and his will be out in two months. We've already set aside a couple copies for you. Even signed 'em. You know, to give you something to remember us by when we're all famous and ain't got time for your ass."

"Keep tellin' yourself that. The music's awesome though," Jensen says with a small smile and he rubs at the corner of his right eye, not used to the contacts he's wearing.

"You drunk enough to join in a little jam session yet?" Chris asks and nudges Jensen's side with his elbow.

"Dude, you'd have to order Tequila for that to happen."

"I'm thinking I can handle my ol' friend Jose," Chris replies with a grin as he finishes off his beer and signals for the waitress to come back.

Instead of the waitress returning, however, a long shadows looms over them. Chris says, "Hey man, kinda a private party here. There's plenty of room at the bar, and hell, tables all around."

Jensen looks up slowly, the shiver running up his spine already telling him who it is. His eyes still widen comically as they lock with the pained and inebriated gaze of Jared Padalecki. He takes in a breath and lets it out slowly before he gets to his feet and shakes his head.

"Don't give me that whole fucking holier than though judgment bullshit. I know exactly what I am, and I don't need that shit from you. Hell, I thought you got it. You're mine, Ackles, or haven't you noticed? You still jacking off to that little bedtime story? What's Shorty here got that I ain't? Tell me, professor," Jared slurs.

"How in the hell did you even manage to get in here and get served?" Jensen snaps.

"Haven't ya heard?" Jared asks with a wide, sweeping gesture of his arms that almost knocks Chris in the head. "It's my birthday. I'm just out celebratin'. Living it up a little. I'm free the rest of the night if your little boyfriend doesn't mind."

Jensen sighs and rolls his eyes, and then narrows them on the young blonde man slipping out of the door with wide eyes, knowing he's been caught. He'll deal with Murray on Monday, with a whole week of detention. Right now he's got a drunken seventeen-year-old giant on his hand, who's apparently jealous of Chris, which is laughable.

Chris shoots Jensen a look and mouths, "This is the kid?"

Jensen nods and then slips one of the kid's arms across his shoulders and leads him out of the bar. Chris leaves a few bills on the table to cover their drinks and follows close on his heels. Once they're outside the cool air hits Jared hard, and Jensen wonders just how much the kid's had to drink already. He can hardly believe that someone so big is such a lightweight when it comes to drinking.

He stops when Jared freezes and then the kid is doubled over, and heaving. Chris shakes his head, and Jensen wants to knock the kid in the head for his stupidity, but instead he hands his keys over to Chris and tells him to get the car.

"What are we doing with the jolly green giant?" Chris throws over his shoulder as he heads out to the car.

Jensen's actually impressed when Jared lifts his head and winningly manages to flip Chris's back off before he heaves again.

Jared manages to stand up, although he sways a little and Jensen slips his arm across the kid's back to help steady him, and then asks, "So, mind telling me what in the hell all of that was back there?"

"How about you tell me who the hell Shorty is?" Jared retaliates.

Jensen lifts a brow. "In case you've forgotten, I'm an adult. I can go out with whoever the hell I want to. Chris is a good friend of mine. I've known him for years, not that it's any of your business. Now considering you're underage and out after curfew without permission, and you're drunk off your ass, how about you start explaining? I could hand you over to the dean right now, and you'd get expelled. Is that what you want?"

Jared looks a little cowed and quietly shakes his head.

"Well, what have you got to say for yourself then?"

Jared takes in a breath. "I've been working every weekend since school started for a little extra spending money. I finally got some time off and I wanted to have a little fun. So I had a few drinks. I didn't expect to see you out with your little boyfriend. I didn't think tight ass control freaks like you had boyfriends."

"We've already gone over this. I'm your teacher, so whatever you got going in your head, it ain't happenin'. As for Chris, he's my old roommate from college, and he's straight. So, not my boyfriend. And what the hell you doin' lookin' at my ass? Hello, I'm your teacher. I teach English, not sex ed, and English is not an open invitation to ogle my ass."

Jared snorts and has an attack of the giggles and in between snickers he practically drapes himself on Jensen and says, "Dude, have you checked your ass out? Seriously. Your ass is an open invitation all it's own."

"Is he hittin' on you?" Chris says as he comes up on Jared's other side and helps load the kid into the backseat of Jensen's car. Jensen sighs and tries to get the kid situated, but he won't let him go, clings like a damn octopus, so Jensen finally just settles into the backseat with the clinging bastard while Chris gets behind the wheel hardly trying to cover up the fact that he's grinning like an idiot.

On the way back to Jensen's, Jared ends up falling asleep, and Jensen grimaces when he realizes that Jared is drooling on his shoulder. Finally they pull up in his driveway. He shoves at Jared's shoulder, but the kid's out cold. Chris leans over the backseat and says, "I think we should let him sleep it off out here."

"I've got a couch he can use," Jensen says, his tone tired.

"You want me to help you drag his big ass inside to sleep it off on your couch?" Chris asks incredulously.

Jensen nods. "Yeah, because if we take him back to the campus he'll get expelled, and I'm not leaving him out in my car. I'll get out and then I'll get him under the arms and you can get his feet, it'll be like old times, remember carting Mike's ass in after an all nighter?"

With more grunting and bitching from Chris than is necessary they manage to get Jared inside and on the couch. Jensen removes his shoes and drapes a throw over the kid, and Chris shakes his head as he watches from the doorway.

"You're in deep shit, Jen. You got a thing for him," he says.

Jensen takes in a sharp breath and shakes his head with a small jerk. "It's not like that. The kid's just had a few tough breaks. He can sleep it off and I'll lecture him in the morning and send his ass back to campus. That simple. And don't even think it. He's a student."

"Yeah? Well what was that whole jealousy shit about? Tell me the truth, Jen."

"I am Chris. I don't know what the hell that was about! I'm just his teacher. Sure he's been flirtin' with me after class and adding little footnotes to his papers, but I ignore it. Nothing's going on from my end," Jensen replies.

"Yeah, well, just watch your back. He don't look like he plays fair, and I know you. You're too damn good for your own good. This kid's trouble, and you know it."

"And I'll get it straight in the morning. Let's just call it a night, kay?" Jensen says around a yawn.

"Sure. See ya in the mornin'," Chris replies as he heads upstairs to the guestroom.

Jensen goes down the hall to his own room and shuts the door behind him. He leans against the door and lets out a heavy breath, wondering just what he's managed to get himself into.

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With a groan he stretches and shifts until he is awake enough to regret the actions that have led to his head pounding to the rhythm of a jackhammer and has his mouth feeling like its stuffed with cotton. He clutches at his head as he sits up and shifts until his bare feet hit the soft carpet. He furrows a brow and shifts his head slowly, taking in his surroundings. Nothing is familiar, and yet it almost seems like it should feel familiar.

He takes in a breath and closes his eyes and then he remembers a little from the night before. Professor Ackles, Jensen, had been out with some stranger and it's not fair. He gets to his feet, his bladder making more demands than his clouded brain. He walks down the hall, checking three doors before he discovers that the second door on the right is the bathroom.

He takes care of business, washes his hands and then bends forward, taking a drink of water directly from the tap. He swishes the water in his mouth and spits it out before he drinks a little more and actually swallows. It tastes a little brackish, but it's better than the dry cotton feeling in his mouth. A moment later he steps out into the hall and he hesitates in his decision to return to the couch. He instead turns to his left and goes to the end of the hall.

He gently grasps the doorknob, carefully gives it a turn and takes a peek inside. He's more than relieved to find that Jensen is lying in the large, king size bed alone. He takes a step into the room, softly closes the door behind him, and freezes when the covers shift and Jensen makes a breathy little nose, but then Jensen settles. Jared holds his breath as he strips down to a t-shirt and his boxers. He lets out his breath and walks slowly, softly, toward the bed, pulls back the blanket and a smile passes over his lips as he looks down at Jensen lying on his stomach, face turned away and buried in the pillow, hair a ruffled mess.

Without a second thought he slips under the covers. He's careful, and slowly he rolls over. He lets out a small breath as he slides one arm across Jensen's back. Jensen sucks in a breath, his back rising higher than it normally would, but he settles again, this time with a little moan, and Jared pulls him close, and curls up around the older man. He buries his face against Jensen, in the crook where neck meets shoulder, his nose nuzzling against Jensen's hair.

He lets out a small sigh, a smile tugging at his lips as the pounding in his head eases a little and he slips off into a peaceful sleep.

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With a muffled groan he shifts and stiffens at the warmth pressed against his back. He wiggles back against the warmth and then recalls that he was alone when he went to bed the night before. He takes in a breath and slowly rolls over. His eyes flutter and then widen at the young face slack with sleep. He swallows and closes his eyes, trying to figure out how this happened, how he ended up in bed with one of his students.

His eyes widen considerably when Jared shifts, his long arms bringing Jensen's body in closer to his. Jared shifts again, his crotch rubbing against Jensen's thigh and Jensen's breath hitches at the press of Jared's morning wood against him. Jared shifts, his face moving closer and then Jared's massive hand cups the back of his head and drags him closer. Jensen holds his breath and then Jared's lips, soft and demanding, are against his.

Jensen squeezes his eyes shut, wanting to give into the kiss. Still Jared is his student. This is wrong, and it needs to stop now. He brings his arms up between them and pushes firmly against Jared's chest. Jared's eyes slip open, his gaze lazy.

"Hey," he whispers sleepily.

"What are you doing in my bed, Jared?" Jensen asks.

Jared swallows thickly. "Got lonely on the couch. 'M thirsty."

"And I could lose my job over this."

"S'not fair. I'm emancipated, shouldn't matter."

"You're still my student. It's considered me taking advantage of my position of authority over you."

"So, guess that means you want me," Jared replies.

"Doesn't matter. This ends now."

"No. We can keep it a secret, it could be good. You want me, isn't that enough?"

"What about what you want? What's good for you? Why me, Jared? Is it because I'm a challenge? I keep telling you no, but when I give in you'll just get bored! I'm not putting my career at risk over something that could just be some fling."

"And what if it's not just some fling? I don't reach out, professor, it's not my thing! I never get attached or romantically involved. It's not what dirty little secrets do."

"Well there you have it. I'd make the perfect scandal. I'm not going to play this game with you. That's not how this works. It's over, Jared. Don't forget you have a paper due Wednesday, now how about some breakfast and then I'll get you back to campus?"

"Don't bother," Jared snaps.

Jared gets out of the bed, snatches his clothes from the floor and gets dressed. He slams out of Jensen's room, and Jensen sits up and runs a hand through his hair. He lets his breath out slowly and wonders what his next move in all of this should be.

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He struggles into his tennis shoes as he stumbles out of Jensen's front door. He runs a hand through his messy hair and makes a face. He pulls his shirt out and wrinkles his nose at the smell and then sighs. He walks down the driveway and takes a left down the sidewalk.

He walks past several houses, stops at the corner and looks around. It's a nice neighborhood, one house after another, almost like the suburbs. Neat lawns, two story houses, most of the homes made out of brick.

He shifts on his feet, indecision, nausea, and something indefinable swirling in his head. Finally he heaves a sigh, because he doesn't recognize the street name. He takes in a breath, heaves another sigh and then turns around and heads back in the direction that he came from. He's going to need someone to take him back to campus, and Jensen's the only person that he knows in the neighborhood.

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Jensen shakes his head to clear it, wondering how things have come this far. He shifts his gaze to his left and sees the indention in the mattress from Jared's body. The space is still warm and he really wants to lean down and inhale the scent of the kid. He's so screwed and he knows it. He bends down, and buries his face in the kid's pillow, his eyes close as he inhales the scent deeply. There's the lingering scent of alcohol, sweat, and something sweet, something entirely Jared Padalecki.

He rolls over, slips out of bed, scratches absently at his stomach as he heads to the bathroom, he relieves himself, washes his hands, and as he steps out of the bathroom he's greeted with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sizzling pop of cooking bacon. He follows the warm smells to his kitchen and smiles at the sight of his friend at the stove cooking breakfast.

Chris reaches over to a steaming mug of coffee and then turns around and holds it out to him.

"Looks like you could use some of this," Chris says.

Jensen steps further into the kitchen, takes the proffered mug. He takes a long drink, pulls out a chair from the table in the middle of the room, and takes a seat. He puts the mug down on the table, keeps his hands wrapped around it, and finally he looks up at Chris.

"So you gonna tell me about it, or do I have to pull teeth?" Chris asks.

"I woke up in bed with him, and he kissed me."

"Christ man! This is your job we're talking about, Jensen. Don't you have a fucking lock on your door or something?"

"You think I don't know that?" Jensen snaps. "And why in the hell would I need a lock on my door if I live alone? I didn't think he'd wake up. Hell, you saw him last night! He was down for the count."

"The kid's got a thing for you. That much is obvious. What you gonna do about? Hell, how do you really feel about him, Jen? The truth man, cause you got this look. I ain't seen the look since you and Tommy called it quits. Looks kinda serious to me, man, and he don't look like he's gonna let up."

Jensen shrugs. "I don't know what's goin' on. That's the point. I mean the things that he writes, the way he's so determined to make it through school on his own, and how he sees himself. I want to think that it's just about getting something unattainable, that he sees me as a challenge that he can write off once he gets me, but there's something there. I wish I could ignore that, but it's getting harder, and he's submitting these short stories as extra credit, nothing like the first essay he handed in, but well thought out stories with an actual plot. He's an incredible writer. He's got so much potential, and depth."

"This is how it all started with Tommy, and you remember how that ended. Think this through, Jen. He's a student, seventeen years old, a kid, and you're not that much older! You gonna throw your life away on something like this? You're not like this! You always think first."

"And maybe I think too much!"

Chris is about to respond, but then Jensen watches as his gaze shifts to something behind him in the kitchen doorway. Jensen turns to see what Chris is looking at and his eyes widen as he's left staring at Jared standing in doorway of his kitchen, and he wonders how much the kid heard.

"Thought I heard you leave. Why you come back?" Chris asks the kid.

"I don't know how to get back to campus. Look, just call me a cab or something," Jared replies.

"Naw, you can stay and have something to eat. Looks like you could use it. I'll let you borrow a pair of sweats and we'll get your clothes washed and you can take a shower before we take you back. Don't want you going back looking like you spent the night in a dumpster," Jensen offers.

Jared's eyes widen as Jensen gets up, and walks past him, careful not to touch him, as he heads down the hall to his bedroom to get the clothes he mentioned.

Jared shifts his gaze back to the kitchen at the sound of a throat clearing and he raises a brow as he sizes up the rather short man frying bacons. The man turns away from the pan and gives Jared a look over from head to toe.

"What you playin' at, kid?" he asks.

"Nothing," Jared responds as he takes a seat in the chair next to the one Jensen vacated.

The man lifts an eyebrow and shakes his head. "I don't believe you. Quit bull shittin'. Jen's a good guy, and you fuck him over, I don't care how many years I got on ya, I'm kickin' your sorry little rich boy ass. He's more than a notch. He's more than some stupid ass little game or something to brag about. His job is at stake, here. We're talking his livelihood, something he's worked for his whole damn life. What you know about something you had to work for to get?"

"You think you know everything? You think I'm some spoiled little rich kid who got kicked out of one too many prep schools and Daddy's tired of footin' the bill? That it? I got shipped off to a school as far from home as my momma would allow, and then I was set up. The dean's kid got me kicked out, and my father left me hanging. I was cut off and emancipated. You know how I got into this school? I'm not on a scholarship, the deal is I get to go to this school on the condition that I played sports under the guise of a scholarship and keep my grades up. The dean from my old school is paying my tuition so I'll keep my mouth shut."

"This ain't about you. I'm worried about my friend. How much did you hear?" Chris asks.

"Who are you to Jensen?" Jared asks, his voice oddly quiet.

Chris cocks his head. "I was his roommate in college, and I'm one of his best friends."

"And who's Tommy?"

"Tommy ain't none of your damn business."

"Fine. Why don't you like me?"

"Because you're young, stupid, and fucking with my best friend's head."

"Maybe I'm for real. That ever occur to you?"

"Hey, something goin' on?" Jensen asks from the doorway.

Both Chris and Jared look up with a start. Jared and Chris share a look and then Chris shakes his head, while Jared stands up and takes the clothes from Jensen. He wanders down the hallway until he comes to the bathroom, and then he shuts the door behind him, and the lock clicks in place. Jensen shifts his gaze to his friend and asks, "Do I really wanna know?"

Chris shrugs as he cracks open a couple of eggs and drops them into the frying pan. "Was just talking to the kid. I still think you should watch yourself. He's unpredictable and you're lettin' yourself get too involved. Quit bein' so nice before you get fucked over like last time."

Jensen resumes his seat and takes a sip of his coffee. He makes a face at how cold it's gotten and sighs. "A little late for that, don't ya think?"

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Jared looks down at the watch on his wrist. It's early for a Saturday, 9:30 am. He checks the door, finds it locked, slips his key in the lock, and then opens it. He's careful to open it slowly so the hinges don't squeak. He steps into the room and carefully closes the door behind him. He lets out a sigh of relief, pulls off his shoes and clothes until he's down to a t-shirt and his boxers, creeps across the room, and slips into bed.

He rolls over and drags the pillow against his head, burying his face in the softness, missing the scent of Jensen Ackles. His throat tightens at the name, Jensen Ackles. Professor Jensen Ackles. It's on repeat in his mind, and nothing has ever made him react like this before, especially not a name. He shifts and groans beneath the covers as his eyes slip shut and he remembers waking up beside the older man.

It's so much more than he imagined it would be. Waking up to that sweet promising warmth, no expectations, just that comforting warmth, and being there in the moment. Moving in for a lazy kiss if he wants it. That's something he could maybe wake up to for the rest of his life. He's grinning like a fool as he remembers that kiss, his lips against Jensen's, and damn if the man didn't have a mouth made for kissing and so much more.

He knows that his original plan of seduction is shot to shit, because it's not about a challenge anymore. It's not about proving a point. It's about gaining something that can change his life. He knows he's young and there's plenty of mistakes that he can make, and even more people he can drag into the mud with him, but with Jensen it's different. It doesn't feel like a mistake. It doesn't feel dirty or wrong. And Jensen doesn't see him as something dirty or wrong. And Jensen wants him. No one has ever really wanted him before, and he knows that's something special. It's something that he can't fuck up.

He squirms beneath the covers and then freezes at the sound of a muffled grunt and the squeak of mattress springs as the other bed in the room shifts. A head swings down from the top bunk, ruffled blonde hair and a sleepy faced, but curious, Chad is looking him over and then a sly grin slips across Chad's mouth.

"Dude, please tell me that you're just now gettin' in, and then give me the details minus the whole giving or taking it up the ass," Chad says.

Jared groans as he rolls over on his back and Chad slips down gracelessly from the top bunk. Chad pulls up their desk chair and looks pointedly at Jared, "So who was it?"

"What no sorry I left you hanging?" Jared asks, no real fire to his tone.

Chad simply shrugs. "Dude you were puttin' the jealousy act over on a teacher, that's like the bat signal to haul ass."

"Okay, and fine. Jensen and his friend ended up taking me home with them…"

Before Jared could continue, Chad interrupted, "Man! You scored a threesome?! Holy shit!"

"It wasn't like that. I ended up passed out on the couch. I woke up in the middle of the night, took a piss, and decided I didn't like the couch. I found Jensen's room and got in bed with him, and I just fell asleep. Then I woke up and he was in my arms. I pulled him in close, and kissed him. Then he just pushed me away. He's so worried over everything, says he can't take the chance on losing his job because I'm too young, and his friend is a fucking dick. Christian fucking Kane, guy's got a hard on to protect Jensen like I'm the fucking plague or something, and it's not even like that between them. Least I didn't pick up on anything."

"So you slept on the couch, woke up, fell into bed with a guy, and kissed him and he told you no? Shit, that sucks. So what happened with Professor Ackles after I left, because you know, that has to be better than who you left with."

"Dude, I left with Ackles. His first name is Jensen, and you can't tell anyone. I'm serious, man. We're talking about his job."

Chad's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "Holy shit! You woke up next to Professor Ackles and kissed him?"

"Yeah, and he pushed me away. But he wants me, Chad. He really wants me, and I don't know. I mean there's just so much goin' on now."

"You're into him. You're fallin' for Professor Asswipe. Hell man, I shoulda seen it coming with your ass being such a bleedin' heart."

"Don't call him that. He has a name."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Jensen."

"He's different. He doesn't care about where I come from, and he seems to really care. He's been pushing me with this whole writing thing, pointing me in new directions, and he really wants me. Like me, and not all the bullshit with my name or rep. Hell, I wasn't the only one that woke up with wood this morning. And when he drove me back to campus it was quiet, but it wasn't a bad quiet. It was just kind of nice. His friend's probably convincing him that I'm like the anti-Christ or something, but I won't know anything until Monday, because I'm pretty sure things are different."

Chad shrugs. "Okay. So, this mean you still gonna try and get him in the sack?"

Jared snorts and shakes his head. "No, that's what he expects. I'm going to keep my nose clean for a while, do my homework and keep writing. He seems to have a thing for writers."

"What makes you say that?" Chad asks, curious.

Jared chews on his bottom lip and then replies, "Because he dated Tom Welling in college."

"Tom Welling, as in Best Seller's List, Tom Welling? The next promising writer to rival even the likes of Stephen King, Tom Welling?"

Jared nods. "Yeah, that would be Tommy. Saw a picture of them on my way out of the door."

"That's a lot of competition, Jay man."

Jared shrugs. "I think I can handle it though."

"Never said you couldn't," Chad says, and then he reaches for the television remote and they watch Saturday morning cartoons for a while.

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It's kind of strange coming home to an empty house after growing use to having Chris around, but Jensen will get used to it again, although it was nice having the company. Not to mention that Chris is a damn fine cook when he wants to be. He sighs as he puts the take out on the kitchen table, and pulls a soda out of the fridge. No use in drinking alone so he'll stick to soda.

He's halfway through his lo mein when his phone rings. He gets up to answer it, talks to his momma for a while, long enough for his food to get cold, and then returns to the kitchen where he puts the food into the fridge. Nothing like leftover Chinese for breakfast.

He finds himself in the living room, channel surfing on a Saturday night, because he's already done with grading. He sighs and flips the television off, dropping the remote on the coffee table. He gives his guitar a longing look, but passes her up as he heads to his bedroom.

He flops back on his bed and turns to his bedside table. A faint blush rises up his neck and before he can stop himself he's lying back in his bed, his back propped up against his pillows and his headboard in the center of the bed. He flips the cover page and begins to read.

This particular paper is practically committed to memory he's read it so often in the last few weeks. The paper still holds traces of the smell of his original read through of it. He's surprised he hasn't highlighted certain parts in the damn thing, considering he likes it so much.

His eyes run over one of his favorite paragraphs and just like that he's hard.

He bites and marks, and scratches, and kisses like a man possessed, and yet he's tender and careful that he hits that spot over and over with every thrust, and then the older man's back is arching as his hips stutter against young man's hand and he's coming, hard and hot on the young man's hand and his stomach, and then the young man thrusts in deep, grazing that spot, and the teacher sees stars at the over stimulation of having just come, and then the young man's back is arched, his head thrown back and he roars the teacher's name and comes deep and hard inside of the older man.

He lets his head fall back in thoughts of the writer of this particular essay, imagines hazel eyes locking with his, those sinful, soft lips pressed against his, that hard on he'd felt against his thigh bursting free and being able to touch it, to touch Jared. He swallows convulsively, opens his eyes, takes his glasses off and rubs at the bridge of his nose.

He remembers telling the kid that whatever this was, it had to stop, but deep down he knows there's no stopping this. Not when he can't get that damn kid and his writing off of his mind.

He reads over the essay a few more times, jacks off, and reads it again until he drifts off to sleep, his mind wandering to the fantasies that his student has inspired.

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It's his fifth beer and he's feeling more than a little buzzed now. He's beyond the point of wondering why he allowed Chad to talk him into coming to this party. Still the house isn't that far from Jensen's house, but no. He lets that train of thought die. Jensen might want him, but it's obvious that Jensen doesn't take chances. He doesn't take risks. Jared doesn't know whether he should admire the man or hit him for his stubborn streak.

Jared's tired of being patient. He's tired of trying and failing. He wants Jensen, and what's wrong with that? He's emancipated, the legal age for consent in South Carolina is sixteen, and he's seventeen, so they are both adults in this. He's dragged from his thoughts by a slender arm slipping across his shoulder, and slim legs straddling his waist while pert, shapely breasts are practically waved in his face. He looks up and bubble gum flavored lips move against his tightly closed mouth while the girl grinds down on his uninterested crotch.

When she pulls back he shoves her off of him, and she lands in a startled and pissed heap on the floor, but he's beyond caring, like he's beyond everything else. He stands up and pushes and shoves his way through the mass of bodies crowding the huge house. He sees Chad making out with some little brunette in the corner, shakes his head and slips outside for some fresh air.

He gets a good look around the neighborhood, and realizes that he really isn't that far from Jensen's house. He decides to take a walk and a couple of blocks later he's standing outside of Jensen's house. He goes around the side of the house, where he's noticed a light on. He slips into the bushes, and crouches at the window. It's the window to Jensen's bedroom. He sees Jensen lie back on his bed, take something from the nightstand, an essay, and he watches as Jensen settles down on the bed and reads.

It isn't long before Jensen's hand slips into his boxers. Jared's eyes widen and his tongue swipes across his lips. Jensen shifts on the bed, shoves his boxers down his legs and Jared finally lays his eyes on Jensen's cock. It's a thing of beauty, something to be proud of, the head blushing with need and slick with precum. Jensen turns his attention back to the essay, his hand closing around his cock, thumb swirling over the head and spreading his fluid along the tip.

Jared watches eagerly as Jensen's hand works up and down his length, and at the sound of a moan from Jensen's mouth a jolt quivers up Jared's spine, and he's achingly hard watching Jensen getting off. Jensen begins to thrust into his own hand, and before Jared can stop himself his fingers are fumbling with the fly of his jeans until cool night air slips teasingly across the head of his cock and he's moving his hand in time with Jensen's, watching as the older man arches up in his hand, his back curved as he lifts up from the bed, his mouth open and a name falling from Jensen's mouth.

Jared comes, biting his lip to muffle the sound of his own groan, at the sound of his name moaned out in an animal-like cry.

When the haze of his orgasm clears, he returns his attention to the window. He watches as Jensen cleans himself up with some tissue from the bedside table and then drops the tissue in the wastebasket by the bed. Jensen then wipes off his glasses, flips back to the beginning of the essay and reads it again.

It isn't long before Jensen begins to drift off to sleep.

Jared isn't sure how long he waits outside of Jensen's bedroom window, his jeans and boxers around his ankles, just watching the man. He pulls his boxers and jeans up, and then he pushes up on the window. He's surprised when the window gives and then he lifts it enough to slip inside, and suddenly he's feeling very sober, and very much alive. He's tired of waiting.

Read Chapter Three of TempestQuill's Shameless