FIC: Workin' Hard for the Money (J2, NC-17)
Title: Workin' Hard for the Money
Author: causeways
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,807
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen belong to themselves and are not actually fucking in real life, nor is either of them a hooker.
Summary: After Jared gives Jensen the most fantastic blowjob of his life, Jensen runs into him again, and they go back to Jensen's house and fuck.
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to balefully's J2 hooker fic Heart of Gold, which she wrote for me and which you'll want to read first. I seem to have agreed with everyone who thought it needed a sequel, because I went and wrote one. Thanks to walkawayslowly for all kinds of good advice, as always, and to vinylroad for the title.
Workin' Hard for the Money
Jensen keeps imagining the way it's going to go when he runs into Jared again. He'll pick him up on that same street corner, maybe, or he'll be coming out of someone else's house in Jensen's neighborhood-it really doesn't matter how it happens, Jensen's just going to go completely crazy if he doesn't see him again soon. He takes that same detour every night for a week in the hopes of finding Jared again, but he's out of luck-it seems to have just been that one night that Jared was there. Jensen's pretty much at the point where he'd be willing to stop any other hustler he saw on the street and ask if they'd seen Jared-it's ridiculous and he doesn't even care-when finally, finally he runs into the guy.
At the grocery store.
It's about the last place Jensen would be expecting to see him, and he narrowly avoids dropping the glass jar of Spanish olives in his hand when Jared turns down the aisle, pushing a cart and humming to himself. Jensen can't even say anything, can't manage to form words, because Jared's dozens of times hotter than Jensen remembered him being, too hot to actually be able to exist-and yeah, he's a hooker, he's paid to be hot, but that doesn't change the fact that he's right there in front of Jensen, examining the cocktail wieners with a look of deep concentration on his face. It's been a week and a half, and Jensen's gone most of the way to crazy, and the best he can manage now that Jared's finally in front of him is a sort of strangled noise in his throat.
Jared turns and grins when he recognizes Jensen. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Good," Jensen says, then before he can stop himself he says, "Grocery shopping, huh?" and points at cocktail wieners in Jared's hand.
Jared looks down at the cocktail wieners, then looks back at Jensen. "Looks like." He licks his lips-slowly, eyes on Jensen the whole time, and if it were anyone else in the entire world doing that it would look completely fucking ridiculous, but on Jared it's the hottest thing ever-and of course he knows it, he's a hooker, but somehow that just makes it even hotter.
"Do you want to get out of here?" Jensen says, and then immediately panics: he's an up-and-coming litigator in a pretty damned well known L.A. firm, not in the big time yet but he should be, and all that's going to go right down the drain when if it ever comes out that he's picking up male hookers. In broad daylight. In a grocery store.
And then Jared licks his lips again and says, "Sure," and suddenly Jensen doesn't give a flying fuck. He leaves his cart right there in the middle of the store and follows Jared out to the parking lot, totally failing not to stare at Jared's ass the whole time.
"So I'll meet you there?" Jared says, walking up to a beat-up F-150 and unlocking the door.
Jensen stares. "You know how to get to my house?"
"I'm good with directions," Jared says. "It's a gift. Also, I've been in your neighborhood before."
Right, Jared's slept with Mel; heck, he's probably slept with half of Los Angeles. Jensen doesn't care, because Jared's willing to sleep with him right now, and sure he's doing it for the money, but Jensen's still got that wad of cash in his room (has been carrying around another huge wad of cash ever since that first night, if he's honest, in the hopes he might run into Jared) and he can't think of a single thing in the world he'd rather have than Jared's cock up his ass. He's completely willing to pay for it.
"Guess I'll see you there, then, yeah," Jensen says. He probably looks like an idiot as he tries to scramble for his car without actually causing himself bodily injury, because seriously, if he stays this hard for too much longer he's might actually die.
They make it back to Jensen's house five minutes faster than Jensen's ever made that drive in his life. He pulls into his driveway and Jared parks his pick-up on the street. The moment Jared gets out of the truck, jeans riding low on his hips, it takes every bit of willpower Jensen has not to jump him right there in the driveway, in front of God and all his neighbors.
They make it through the front door, but that's about as far as they get before Jensen's grabbing for Jared and pulling him in close. And Jensen really has no idea how he has any rational thought left in his head, but somehow he manages not to go straight for Jared's zipper. "Paying. Do I need to do it-"
"After," Jared says, "we can worry about it after."
"Oh thank God," Jensen says, and it's like there suddenly isn't any filter at all between his brain and his mouth, like it's all just pouring out: "Couldn't stop thinking about your cock," he says against Jared's jaw, "thinking about how big it'd be, how badly I wanted you to fuck me-"
Jared's jaw goes slack with what has to be want, no way he's that good at faking, hustler or no. "Fuck, Jensen, do you have any idea-"
"What?" Jensen says, going for Jared's zipper.
"So fucking hot," Jared says, working Jensen's shirt off. "You want to bottom, huh? You want me to finger you open and-"
"God, yeah," Jensen says. Jared's voice is rumbling and low, and it's going straight to Jensen's cock; he grinds a hand down on himself as Jared kicks his flip flops and his jeans off. "I mean, it's okay, right? You're okay with it?"
"Are you kidding? Fuck, yes," Jared says, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
Jensen wouldn't have bet on them making it to the bed, but somehow they do, and that whole Pretty Woman thing is such bullshit, because Jared's clutching at Jensen's head and moaning into Jensen's mouth like he can't get enough of kissing. Jensen works a hand between them and finds Jared's cock-it's huge, it's enormous, it's going to be the best thing ever and if he doesn't get it in him now he's going to shoot all over Jared's stomach.
Jared seems to be on the same page: he produces a condom and more of that strawberry lube from before and says, "On your knees."
Jensen does it, moans as Jared uncaps the lube. He spills a bunch of it on the bed but the duvet's pretty much a lost cause at this point anyway; Jensen's accepted it and moved on. Jared works one finger into Jensen's ass, and fuck, he's got long fingers and he knows just what he's doing: he finds Jensen's prostate and strokes it, makes Jensen arch back against him.
"Good?" Jared says.
"Fuck," Jensen says with feeling. Monosyllables are about as good as he's going to get, especially since Jared's adding a second finger, working them both against his prostate and then scissoring them wide. A third finger and Jensen's reduced to gibberish, rocking back against Jared's hand. Jensen's been fingering himself for a week thinking about this, but that wasn't anything like the real thing, the fucking reach Jared's got.
"Ready?" Jared says.
"Yeah," Jensen bites out.
Jared eases his fingers out then says, "You want it like this? You want me to fuck you on your hands and knees?"
Jensen doesn't even try to form words; he can't manage anything but a strangled sound as his hips arch up of their own accord, but apparently that's enough for Jared: before Jensen even realizes he's had time to get the condom on and slick himself, Jared's pushing in, hitting the tight ring of muscle. It burns but then Jared gets farther in, just stays there for a moment and gives Jensen time to adjust, then starts to move-slowly, but Jensen rocks his hips up and back and says, "I can take it." Jared starts to give it to him then, all right, fucking Jensen open. Jensen meets him thrust for thrust, pushing back onto Jared's cock. The bed's squeaking like it's going to break and Jensen bites down on his tongue by accident; the tang of blood cuts through his mouth.
When Jared finds Jensen's cock and strokes, Jensen doesn't stand a chance of lasting long; Jared's been hitting his prostate with every stroke, so Jensen's not too embarrassed that Jared barely touches him before he's coming all over Jared's hand, his own stomach, the duvet-the duvet is completely a lost cause and it's totally worth it. Jensen clenches his ass around Jared's cock and Jared goes rigid, shuddering through his orgasm while Jensen just holds on, thigh muscles shaking with exertion.
Jensen slides boneless down onto the bed afterward and Jared slides with him, easing his cock out and rolling off Jensen. Jared lies next to him, panting and pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead, and for about a minute they could be any two people who'd just had damned good sex. They could doze for a while, then shower, maybe screw around more while they cleaned each other off. But then Jensen gets a grip on himself. He goes and finds his pants.
"How much do I owe you?" Jensen says, pulling out his wallet.
Jared sits up. "Jensen-"
"I don't have any idea what the going rate is," Jensen says, "so you've got to give me a ballpark figure here. A hundred? Two hundred?" He starts counting out bills.
Jared gets up and pulls on his clothes. He does it very quickly, especially since everything was strewn all over the place before-but right, this is just one more thing Jared would have plenty of practice at. Jensen pushes down the pang in his chest.
"Three hundred?" Jensen tries. "Four hundred?"
Jared shrugs his t-shirt on. His expression is unreadable. "You don't have to pay me," he says.
Jensen ignores him. "Will five hundred work? Here." He finishes counting and holds it out. "Sorry a lot of it's twenties, I hope you don't mind."
Jared sighs and opens his mouth, but Jensen cuts him off.
"Just take it," Jensen says.
There's a moment of conflict on Jared's face, but he takes the money. He doesn't bother to count it, just says, "I'll see you around," and somehow manages to look a whole lot like someone just kicked his puppy as he lets himself out the front.
Jensen's feeling a whole lot like that himself fifteen minutes later. He's still lying in bed, come cooling against his stomach, and for the life of him he can't figure out why it feels like he ended that all wrong.
Author: causeways
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,807
Disclaimer: Jared and Jensen belong to themselves and are not actually fucking in real life, nor is either of them a hooker.
Summary: After Jared gives Jensen the most fantastic blowjob of his life, Jensen runs into him again, and they go back to Jensen's house and fuck.
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to balefully's J2 hooker fic Heart of Gold, which she wrote for me and which you'll want to read first. I seem to have agreed with everyone who thought it needed a sequel, because I went and wrote one. Thanks to walkawayslowly for all kinds of good advice, as always, and to vinylroad for the title.
Workin' Hard for the Money
Jensen keeps imagining the way it's going to go when he runs into Jared again. He'll pick him up on that same street corner, maybe, or he'll be coming out of someone else's house in Jensen's neighborhood-it really doesn't matter how it happens, Jensen's just going to go completely crazy if he doesn't see him again soon. He takes that same detour every night for a week in the hopes of finding Jared again, but he's out of luck-it seems to have just been that one night that Jared was there. Jensen's pretty much at the point where he'd be willing to stop any other hustler he saw on the street and ask if they'd seen Jared-it's ridiculous and he doesn't even care-when finally, finally he runs into the guy.
At the grocery store.
It's about the last place Jensen would be expecting to see him, and he narrowly avoids dropping the glass jar of Spanish olives in his hand when Jared turns down the aisle, pushing a cart and humming to himself. Jensen can't even say anything, can't manage to form words, because Jared's dozens of times hotter than Jensen remembered him being, too hot to actually be able to exist-and yeah, he's a hooker, he's paid to be hot, but that doesn't change the fact that he's right there in front of Jensen, examining the cocktail wieners with a look of deep concentration on his face. It's been a week and a half, and Jensen's gone most of the way to crazy, and the best he can manage now that Jared's finally in front of him is a sort of strangled noise in his throat.
Jared turns and grins when he recognizes Jensen. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Good," Jensen says, then before he can stop himself he says, "Grocery shopping, huh?" and points at cocktail wieners in Jared's hand.
Jared looks down at the cocktail wieners, then looks back at Jensen. "Looks like." He licks his lips-slowly, eyes on Jensen the whole time, and if it were anyone else in the entire world doing that it would look completely fucking ridiculous, but on Jared it's the hottest thing ever-and of course he knows it, he's a hooker, but somehow that just makes it even hotter.
"Do you want to get out of here?" Jensen says, and then immediately panics: he's an up-and-coming litigator in a pretty damned well known L.A. firm, not in the big time yet but he should be, and all that's going to go right down the drain when if it ever comes out that he's picking up male hookers. In broad daylight. In a grocery store.
And then Jared licks his lips again and says, "Sure," and suddenly Jensen doesn't give a flying fuck. He leaves his cart right there in the middle of the store and follows Jared out to the parking lot, totally failing not to stare at Jared's ass the whole time.
"So I'll meet you there?" Jared says, walking up to a beat-up F-150 and unlocking the door.
Jensen stares. "You know how to get to my house?"
"I'm good with directions," Jared says. "It's a gift. Also, I've been in your neighborhood before."
Right, Jared's slept with Mel; heck, he's probably slept with half of Los Angeles. Jensen doesn't care, because Jared's willing to sleep with him right now, and sure he's doing it for the money, but Jensen's still got that wad of cash in his room (has been carrying around another huge wad of cash ever since that first night, if he's honest, in the hopes he might run into Jared) and he can't think of a single thing in the world he'd rather have than Jared's cock up his ass. He's completely willing to pay for it.
"Guess I'll see you there, then, yeah," Jensen says. He probably looks like an idiot as he tries to scramble for his car without actually causing himself bodily injury, because seriously, if he stays this hard for too much longer he's might actually die.
They make it back to Jensen's house five minutes faster than Jensen's ever made that drive in his life. He pulls into his driveway and Jared parks his pick-up on the street. The moment Jared gets out of the truck, jeans riding low on his hips, it takes every bit of willpower Jensen has not to jump him right there in the driveway, in front of God and all his neighbors.
They make it through the front door, but that's about as far as they get before Jensen's grabbing for Jared and pulling him in close. And Jensen really has no idea how he has any rational thought left in his head, but somehow he manages not to go straight for Jared's zipper. "Paying. Do I need to do it-"
"After," Jared says, "we can worry about it after."
"Oh thank God," Jensen says, and it's like there suddenly isn't any filter at all between his brain and his mouth, like it's all just pouring out: "Couldn't stop thinking about your cock," he says against Jared's jaw, "thinking about how big it'd be, how badly I wanted you to fuck me-"
Jared's jaw goes slack with what has to be want, no way he's that good at faking, hustler or no. "Fuck, Jensen, do you have any idea-"
"What?" Jensen says, going for Jared's zipper.
"So fucking hot," Jared says, working Jensen's shirt off. "You want to bottom, huh? You want me to finger you open and-"
"God, yeah," Jensen says. Jared's voice is rumbling and low, and it's going straight to Jensen's cock; he grinds a hand down on himself as Jared kicks his flip flops and his jeans off. "I mean, it's okay, right? You're okay with it?"
"Are you kidding? Fuck, yes," Jared says, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
Jensen wouldn't have bet on them making it to the bed, but somehow they do, and that whole Pretty Woman thing is such bullshit, because Jared's clutching at Jensen's head and moaning into Jensen's mouth like he can't get enough of kissing. Jensen works a hand between them and finds Jared's cock-it's huge, it's enormous, it's going to be the best thing ever and if he doesn't get it in him now he's going to shoot all over Jared's stomach.
Jared seems to be on the same page: he produces a condom and more of that strawberry lube from before and says, "On your knees."
Jensen does it, moans as Jared uncaps the lube. He spills a bunch of it on the bed but the duvet's pretty much a lost cause at this point anyway; Jensen's accepted it and moved on. Jared works one finger into Jensen's ass, and fuck, he's got long fingers and he knows just what he's doing: he finds Jensen's prostate and strokes it, makes Jensen arch back against him.
"Good?" Jared says.
"Fuck," Jensen says with feeling. Monosyllables are about as good as he's going to get, especially since Jared's adding a second finger, working them both against his prostate and then scissoring them wide. A third finger and Jensen's reduced to gibberish, rocking back against Jared's hand. Jensen's been fingering himself for a week thinking about this, but that wasn't anything like the real thing, the fucking reach Jared's got.
"Ready?" Jared says.
"Yeah," Jensen bites out.
Jared eases his fingers out then says, "You want it like this? You want me to fuck you on your hands and knees?"
Jensen doesn't even try to form words; he can't manage anything but a strangled sound as his hips arch up of their own accord, but apparently that's enough for Jared: before Jensen even realizes he's had time to get the condom on and slick himself, Jared's pushing in, hitting the tight ring of muscle. It burns but then Jared gets farther in, just stays there for a moment and gives Jensen time to adjust, then starts to move-slowly, but Jensen rocks his hips up and back and says, "I can take it." Jared starts to give it to him then, all right, fucking Jensen open. Jensen meets him thrust for thrust, pushing back onto Jared's cock. The bed's squeaking like it's going to break and Jensen bites down on his tongue by accident; the tang of blood cuts through his mouth.
When Jared finds Jensen's cock and strokes, Jensen doesn't stand a chance of lasting long; Jared's been hitting his prostate with every stroke, so Jensen's not too embarrassed that Jared barely touches him before he's coming all over Jared's hand, his own stomach, the duvet-the duvet is completely a lost cause and it's totally worth it. Jensen clenches his ass around Jared's cock and Jared goes rigid, shuddering through his orgasm while Jensen just holds on, thigh muscles shaking with exertion.
Jensen slides boneless down onto the bed afterward and Jared slides with him, easing his cock out and rolling off Jensen. Jared lies next to him, panting and pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead, and for about a minute they could be any two people who'd just had damned good sex. They could doze for a while, then shower, maybe screw around more while they cleaned each other off. But then Jensen gets a grip on himself. He goes and finds his pants.
"How much do I owe you?" Jensen says, pulling out his wallet.
Jared sits up. "Jensen-"
"I don't have any idea what the going rate is," Jensen says, "so you've got to give me a ballpark figure here. A hundred? Two hundred?" He starts counting out bills.
Jared gets up and pulls on his clothes. He does it very quickly, especially since everything was strewn all over the place before-but right, this is just one more thing Jared would have plenty of practice at. Jensen pushes down the pang in his chest.
"Three hundred?" Jensen tries. "Four hundred?"
Jared shrugs his t-shirt on. His expression is unreadable. "You don't have to pay me," he says.
Jensen ignores him. "Will five hundred work? Here." He finishes counting and holds it out. "Sorry a lot of it's twenties, I hope you don't mind."
Jared sighs and opens his mouth, but Jensen cuts him off.
"Just take it," Jensen says.
There's a moment of conflict on Jared's face, but he takes the money. He doesn't bother to count it, just says, "I'll see you around," and somehow manages to look a whole lot like someone just kicked his puppy as he lets himself out the front.
Jensen's feeling a whole lot like that himself fifteen minutes later. He's still lying in bed, come cooling against his stomach, and for the life of him he can't figure out why it feels like he ended that all wrong.