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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF, Teen_Wolf_(TV)_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Dylan_O'Brien
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Dylan_O'Brien
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Crack_Pairing
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-20 Words: 1460
****** It's For Science ******
by celestialintent
Summary
     Jensen Ackles is a high school principle in search of a much needed
     distraction. Its too bad that his distraction comes in the form of
     one of his students... Or is it?
Notes
     So basically this is the spawn off of a twitter conversation
     involving the lips of both Jensen Ackles and Dylan O'Brien... To be
     honest I'm not really quite sure how this happened.
If Jensen had known that becoming a high school principle would require the use
of math... He's not going to lie, he definitely would've picked a different
career path. But right now he's waist deep in the budget trying to cut corners
here and there while trying to keep the drama department alive and the food
edible. It's definitely harder than he anticipated. Its late, the sky outside
his window slowly darkening. He needs a break. So he gladly welcomes the knock
on the door, hoping for a much needed distraction, though he does wonder who it
could be at such a late hour.
"Hello, Mr. Ackles." It's the night janitor. "I know it's late but I caught
this one trying to get to the roof of the theatre building.”
The janitor pushes a kid, no older than 17 by the looks of him, into the room.
He's dressed all in black, an obvious give away to some kind of nefarious
prank; and judging by the time of year, he's guessing the senior class prank.
Jensen groans when he realizes who it is. As a general rule Jensen doesn't have
favorites but in Dylan’s case, it's something that can't be helped.
Dylan is... It's hard to describe Dylan. He's won almost every academic
achievement possible despite the fact he gets sent to Jensen's office every
other day for truancy. Or breaking the dress code. Or pulling the occasional
prank on the freshmen class. Some might wonder why, instead of loathing him,
Jensen actually likes Dylan. The answer is simple if a little shallow: Dylan is
smart and funny and though Jensen hates to admit it, very good looking.
Jensen knows this is a bad thing. But he’s only human. And his human self likes
to acknowledge, appreciate, Dylan’s boyish face, the little moles that pepper
his peaches-and-cream skin, his over-full mouth. Jensen really appreciates
Dylan’s mouth, how pink his lips are, how it’s always slightly parted.
Jensen's only saving grace is the knowledge that despite all those things he
would never actually do anything; he's a grown man completely capable to
controlling his emotions.
"Dylan. Have a seat.” Dylan flops onto the chair in front of Jensen's desk.
Jensen turns and dismisses the janitor. “Thanks, I can take of it from here."
"Hey, Mr. Ackles."
"Dylan. You want to tell me why you were trying to break onto the roof?"
Dylan smiles and dammit if Jensen's breathing doesn’t stutter a little.
"Not really." He replies staring out the massive window overlooking the school.
"Dylan-"
"So what are you doing here so late?"
Jensen sighs.
"We're not here to talk about me. Now tell me what you were trying to do."
Dylan turns his head away from the window to stare at Jensen; he smiles even
wider, head lolling on his shoulder.
"No one else is here right now, right? Just the janitor, who’s all the way in
the theatre building?"
"Yes, but I don't see what that has to do with anything." Jensen can hear his
voice getting higher, his mind taking him to places that it he doesn't want it
to go, that it can't go.
"Do you know why I get in trouble so often Mr. Ackles?"
"Dylan. This isn't a joke. I've let things slide in the past before but-"
"Why’d you even become a principal? I mean look at you, you could be a model or
an actor or something. But you're a high school principal and I just don't get
it. I've been coming here for four years and each year gets worse and worse
because you just keep getting hotter and hotter-"
"Dylan, please stop. You're being inappropriate."
Dylan snorts. He stands and walks over to the window, fingers trailing over the
blinds.
"Inappropriate? Please. I've seen guys get sent in here for less and get
suspended. All you ever give me is detention. I've seen the way you look at me.
I'm not stupid; you want me, Mr. Ackles."
Jensen gapes at him. He never realized how obvious his little crush had been.
He’d always tried to hide it, be discrete as possible.
"It's okay Mr. Ackles, I want you too.” Dylan’s voice is low and teasing.
“You've seen my grades, my test scores. Someone like me doesn't get caught
unless they want to. And I really want to." Dylan closes the blinds with a
quick flick of the wrist.
Faster than Jensen can comprehend Dylan is in his lap. Jensen can feel Dylan's
breath ghosting across his lips. "Come on Mr. Ackles." And Jensen can't hold
back any longer.
The kiss is is neither chaste nor soft; Dylan is demanding, his mouth knows
what he wants, taking it, and that's when Jensen realizes what's happening.
He pulls away. Dylan is flushed, confusion racing across his face. "What?"
Jensen pushes him off. Dylan looks shocked as he scrambles to get his footing,
his mouth hanging open and God, his lips are begging for cock.
"If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it my way."
Jensen stands up and grabs Dylan by the hips, squeezing. His hands go for
Dylan's belt as he pushes Dylan up against the desk. He fumbles with the belt a
bit but once it’s gone, Jensen makes quick work of Dylan's pants, pulling them
and his underwear down in one go.
Dylan is already half hard and Jensen can't help but lick his lips. Dylan takes
a step forward but Jensen stops him and turns him around, bending him over the
desk.
"I said we were doing this my way. You're not listening, so now I have to
punish you."
Jensen brings his hand down hard on Dylan's ass.
"Shit." Dylan’s groan echoes through the office. Jensen brings a hand up to
cover his mouth.
"You should be quiet; I'd hate for someone to interrupt." Jensen brings down
his hand again. Dylan grunts in pleasure. And Jensen can see he's completely
hard now, hard and leaking all over his carefully constructed budget, but
Jensen can't bring himself to care. Dylan's ass is beginning to turn the most
beautiful shade of red he's ever seen.
Jensen alternates between squeezing and smacking until he can't ignore his own
erection anymore. He brings his hands down to rest on Dylan's ass, smoothing
circles into heated flesh with his thumbs.
"Are you gonna fuck me now, Mr. Ackles?" Dylan asks, his mouth hanging wide
open. "Because I really want to suck your dick."
Jensen can't stop the groan that escapes him. He pulls Dylan up and turns him
around so they're facing each other.
"God I want you so bad but not yet. Not yet, okay." Jensen fumbles for a minute
before pulling out his erection. Dylan moans and he arches his back the moment
their cocks touch. "Graduation is in two weeks,” he pants, rubbing their
erections together. “Two weeks and I'll let you do whatever you want." Jensen
takes both of them in hand and begins stroking while he covers Dylan’s mouth
with his own. They’re not kissing so much as breathing against each other;
Dylan moans whenever Jensen changes the angle or speed of his hand and Jensen
tries very hard not to come first.
A few quick stokes and Dylan is coming all over Jensen's dress shirt but
Jensen's too busy staring at Dylan trying to catch his breath to care. Dylan’s
mouth hangs open, gasping, and his lips are bitten pretty pink. The thought of
those lips surrounding his dick is the last straw and Jensen is coming too.
They stay there, leaning against other while they catch their breath. Jensen
realizes that dried come is not something pleasant and he’d rather not be
covered in it. He pulls away and strips off his dress shirt. It's already
ruined so he uses it for a somewhat decent clean up.
"So are you ever going to tell me why you were trying to get on the roof?"
Dylan smirks.
“Actually, the janitor caught me as I was leaving the- Wait, if I tell you am I
gonna get suspended?” Jensen just raises one eyebrow. As if what they were just
doing couldn’t get either one of them more than just suspended. “Okay, okay, I
figured the roof was the best place to hide the turtles they use in anatomy
until I could find a safe place for them.”
“So this has nothing to do with the senior prank, it’s just turtles?”
“Yup.” They both smile wide before laughing. Jensen leans over to give Dylan a
quick, chaste kiss on the lips.
“Get those turtles out of here by the end of the week. And please, for the love
of God, don’t get sent back here for two weeks!”
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