The first one was to pass the time in a club while waiting for the crowds to die down. Jensen thought Barcelona was a beautiful city, but the way people didn't go to bed until six in the morning made it hard to sneak around in the dark. Fortunately, this job was a low-tech operation, and his skin-tight black catsuit was actually a good fit for the club down the street from the Picasso Museum.
The guy he picked wasn't the first one who came up to him, but he was the one with the most height and the broadest shoulders. Jensen got a kick out of getting it on with guys who probably thought they could do whatever they wanted to him but would get a big surprise if they tried something he didn't want. This one made it clear from the way his fox-slanted hazel eyes kept catching on Jensen's mouth what he wanted.
Lucky for him, Jensen was of a like mind, and after bumping and grinding through two long remixes, they were shoving their way through the crowd and into a dark bathroom stall. Jensen was on his knees before the door closed, unzipping black leather and taking the guy into his mouth as quickly as he could. The stifled grunts from above and the long fingers raking through his hair were just what he needed, something hard and fast to keep his mind off the nerves that waiting for a job always brought him. He would have lamented how quickly Broad Shoulders came except for the flash of pride that it gave him. He spit out his mouthful and smirked up from under his lashes.
The guy groaned louder than he had when he'd come. He folded down to his knees next to Jensen and pumped him with one of those huge hands, kissing and licking at Jensen's mouth like he was trying to clean out his come even though Jensen had spit it all out. The constantly-ticking clock in Jensen's head told him he still had half an hour, but the pull on his cock and the slick tongue in his mouth were not to be denied, and he was coming with a sharp grunt sooner than he would have liked.
"Gracias," Broad Shoulders murmured, sweeping his tongue through Jensen's mouth one last time before standing up-and up-and leaving Jensen with a wink.
Jensen sat back on his heels, satisfied and intrigued. Too bad he was going to have to blow out of here tonight-pun intended. He wouldn’t have minded seeking that guy out again, maybe for something a little longer and deeper.
The job went off without a hitch, Picasso's pencil drawings secured inside Jensen's catsuit without a single alarm sounding. He was on the first ferry to Palma de Mallorca, watching the sun rise over the Mediterranean, the drawings safely stashed in the briefcase in his hand. The exchange in Palma went as planned, the briefcase left in a locker at the ferry port and another filled with euros picked up in its place, and by nightfall, Jensen was on a plane to Rome.
Most people in his line of work wouldn’t try another job so soon, but Jensen believed in striking while the iron was hot. The Picasso Museum might not have even reported the theft yet, afraid of insurance adjusters and bad publicity, so a second strike wasn't too big of a risk. Besides, he was damn good at what he did.
Instead of pieces of paper, this job was for a miniature portrait, part of a collection inside a house that served as a museum for everything one ridiculously rich guy had managed to collect in his lifetime. Jensen had his limits about what he would procure for a client-some objects really did belong in a museum-but there had been dozens of pencil sketches at the Picasso Museum, and here in Rome, one little painting from a rich dude's collection would never be missed.
He was walking through the room with his target for the second time when he noticed him. At first, Jensen thought he was hallucinating Broad Shoulders after thinking about him for the last thirty-six hours, going from idly wondering what that cock would feel like filling up something other than his mouth to imagining in detail how those wide pink lips would stretch around Jensen's own girth with nothing but a greedy moan.
When narrowed hazel eyes met his, he knew this was anything but a hallucination. Or a coincidence.
He tilted his head sideways and left the room, listening for footsteps behind him. The sound followed him all the way to the men's room, where he checked to make sure the coast was clear before holding the door open and then locking it behind Broad Shoulders when he entered.
"I’m flattered you think I'm good enough to follow me all the way to Rome," Jensen began.
The guy grinned and stepped closer, nearly pinning Jensen against the wall. "That was you last night, wasn't it?" he asked, leaning close enough to make Jensen go cross-eyed. "The sketches?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jensen said as calmly as he could, even if his heart was thumping double-time.
"Yeah, you do." One large hand palmed the side of his face, thumb stroking over his lips. "I had my eye on a little piece of sculpture in the same room, but you had to go and ruin it for me."
Jensen smirked to cover the way his mind was racing. This had to be a new guy, or at least trying to move into new territory. Best to discourage the competition up front. "Sucks to be you."
"Mmmm, sucks." He pushed Jensen up against the wall, and it was clear from the hard line in his pants that Jensen wasn't the only one getting excited by this conversation. "Tell you what, you stay out of my way tonight, and I'll forget that I saw you last night."
"How about you stay out of my way tonight, and I'll make it so you never forget what happened last night?" Jensen slowly licked his lips, tongue briefly swirling around the other man's thumb.
He briefly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were dark blue-grey and burning with arousal. "How about both?"
"Fair enough." Jensen was reaching for the other man's fly as he spoke, and when he grazed his cock with his knuckles, he grinned at the resulting groan. "Gotta tell you, though, I need to know the name of the guy I'm blowing twice in two days."
"Jared," he said roughly, hands already on Jensen's shoulders and pushing him down.
The second time was slower but just as good, Jensen deliberately taking Jared to the edge a couple of times before letting him go over. He still spit it out, but Jared once again dropped down beside him and returned the favor with a handjob that almost made Jensen forget what he was doing there.
Almost, but not quite.
Whatever piece Jared was after, it was in a different part of the museum, because Jensen didn't see him again that night. His exit was already planned, but he had slipped a note into Jared's hand before leaving the bathroom.
A week later, the miniature exchanged for another payoff, Jensen was knocking on the door to a hotel room in Amsterdam. A few minutes later, he found that Jared inside of him was even better than his imagination had led him to believe, and being pinned to the mattress wasn't such a bad thing after all when it led to him being as warm and sated as he was right now.
When they were done, Jared curled up beside him like a big, purring cat. "You ever been to the Louvre?" he asked, and Jensen threw back his head and laughed.
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The guy he picked wasn't the first one who came up to him, but he was the one with the most height and the broadest shoulders. Jensen got a kick out of getting it on with guys who probably thought they could do whatever they wanted to him but would get a big surprise if they tried something he didn't want. This one made it clear from the way his fox-slanted hazel eyes kept catching on Jensen's mouth what he wanted.
Lucky for him, Jensen was of a like mind, and after bumping and grinding through two long remixes, they were shoving their way through the crowd and into a dark bathroom stall. Jensen was on his knees before the door closed, unzipping black leather and taking the guy into his mouth as quickly as he could. The stifled grunts from above and the long fingers raking through his hair were just what he needed, something hard and fast to keep his mind off the nerves that waiting for a job always brought him. He would have lamented how quickly Broad Shoulders came except for the flash of pride that it gave him. He spit out his mouthful and smirked up from under his lashes.
The guy groaned louder than he had when he'd come. He folded down to his knees next to Jensen and pumped him with one of those huge hands, kissing and licking at Jensen's mouth like he was trying to clean out his come even though Jensen had spit it all out. The constantly-ticking clock in Jensen's head told him he still had half an hour, but the pull on his cock and the slick tongue in his mouth were not to be denied, and he was coming with a sharp grunt sooner than he would have liked.
"Gracias," Broad Shoulders murmured, sweeping his tongue through Jensen's mouth one last time before standing up-and up-and leaving Jensen with a wink.
Jensen sat back on his heels, satisfied and intrigued. Too bad he was going to have to blow out of here tonight-pun intended. He wouldn’t have minded seeking that guy out again, maybe for something a little longer and deeper.
The job went off without a hitch, Picasso's pencil drawings secured inside Jensen's catsuit without a single alarm sounding. He was on the first ferry to Palma de Mallorca, watching the sun rise over the Mediterranean, the drawings safely stashed in the briefcase in his hand. The exchange in Palma went as planned, the briefcase left in a locker at the ferry port and another filled with euros picked up in its place, and by nightfall, Jensen was on a plane to Rome.
Most people in his line of work wouldn’t try another job so soon, but Jensen believed in striking while the iron was hot. The Picasso Museum might not have even reported the theft yet, afraid of insurance adjusters and bad publicity, so a second strike wasn't too big of a risk. Besides, he was damn good at what he did.
Instead of pieces of paper, this job was for a miniature portrait, part of a collection inside a house that served as a museum for everything one ridiculously rich guy had managed to collect in his lifetime. Jensen had his limits about what he would procure for a client-some objects really did belong in a museum-but there had been dozens of pencil sketches at the Picasso Museum, and here in Rome, one little painting from a rich dude's collection would never be missed.
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When narrowed hazel eyes met his, he knew this was anything but a hallucination. Or a coincidence.
He tilted his head sideways and left the room, listening for footsteps behind him. The sound followed him all the way to the men's room, where he checked to make sure the coast was clear before holding the door open and then locking it behind Broad Shoulders when he entered.
"I’m flattered you think I'm good enough to follow me all the way to Rome," Jensen began.
The guy grinned and stepped closer, nearly pinning Jensen against the wall. "That was you last night, wasn't it?" he asked, leaning close enough to make Jensen go cross-eyed. "The sketches?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jensen said as calmly as he could, even if his heart was thumping double-time.
"Yeah, you do." One large hand palmed the side of his face, thumb stroking over his lips. "I had my eye on a little piece of sculpture in the same room, but you had to go and ruin it for me."
Jensen smirked to cover the way his mind was racing. This had to be a new guy, or at least trying to move into new territory. Best to discourage the competition up front. "Sucks to be you."
"Mmmm, sucks." He pushed Jensen up against the wall, and it was clear from the hard line in his pants that Jensen wasn't the only one getting excited by this conversation. "Tell you what, you stay out of my way tonight, and I'll forget that I saw you last night."
"How about you stay out of my way tonight, and I'll make it so you never forget what happened last night?" Jensen slowly licked his lips, tongue briefly swirling around the other man's thumb.
He briefly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were dark blue-grey and burning with arousal. "How about both?"
"Fair enough." Jensen was reaching for the other man's fly as he spoke, and when he grazed his cock with his knuckles, he grinned at the resulting groan. "Gotta tell you, though, I need to know the name of the guy I'm blowing twice in two days."
"Jared," he said roughly, hands already on Jensen's shoulders and pushing him down.
The second time was slower but just as good, Jensen deliberately taking Jared to the edge a couple of times before letting him go over. He still spit it out, but Jared once again dropped down beside him and returned the favor with a handjob that almost made Jensen forget what he was doing there.
Almost, but not quite.
Whatever piece Jared was after, it was in a different part of the museum, because Jensen didn't see him again that night. His exit was already planned, but he had slipped a note into Jared's hand before leaving the bathroom.
A week later, the miniature exchanged for another payoff, Jensen was knocking on the door to a hotel room in Amsterdam. A few minutes later, he found that Jared inside of him was even better than his imagination had led him to believe, and being pinned to the mattress wasn't such a bad thing after all when it led to him being as warm and sated as he was right now.
When they were done, Jared curled up beside him like a big, purring cat. "You ever been to the Louvre?" he asked, and Jensen threw back his head and laughed.
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Amazing ficlet!
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