A Whole New World
Title: A Whole New World
Gifter: NoraWJ2
Pairing/Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Word count/Medium: 10,715
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Hooker AU, Smut, Fluff
Summary: Jensen Ackles is a high-priced escort determined to retire but takes on one last job as a favor to a friend.
Written for Spn_J2_Xmas
On Ao3: A Whole New World
When Jensen steps into his house it's early, but the sun is still down. He shuts the door and lets himself take a deep breath. Not moving, his whole body tensing a little when the intake of breath makes him wince a little.
Fucking moron. Didn't know how to keep his hands still.
As he walks towards the kitchen to drink a glass of water, he sighs for another reason entirely. His last time.
Jensen can't quite believe he's quitting this life; the life which has been all he's known for the past sixteen years. The life which made him renowned in the whole America and some other countries too -- ones with the same concept of leisure. The life which made him nearly a millionaire.
Jensen Ackles, A-rated escort for Morgan's Society Ltd.
Now retiring.
He puts his glass down and heads towards the main bathroom, allowing himself the indulge of relaxing in a hot bath for at least half an hour, because he fucking deserves it.
The movements come automatically, and sooner than he thinks possible, he slides into hot water and soft lather.
He lets his eyes drift shut as he makes himself comfortable, sighing contently.
It's all set.
Jensen’s contract is up on Monday, just three days from now. His notice has been handed in - multiple copies because you can never be sure. Even though it’s only three days, it’s three days too long to wait. Tonight was his last client.
Jensen can't bring himself to think about the future right now. All he wants is to shut his mind and enjoy his bath, but a thought crosses his head.
He reaches for his cell phone near the bathtub. He doesn't think Chris will be awake at 4:30am, but it's worth a try.
The cell phone rings for about ten times, then the call drops, so he sends a text instead.
Happy birthday, you fucker.
Feeling old yet?
He smirks and puts the cell phone away, relaxing a little bit more.
He doesn't have to do anything or be anywhere until later that evening, and with that certainty, he lets his eyes shut.
***
When Jensen wakes up, it's already early afternoon.
After that, he really doesn't pay much attention to the time as he reads Chris' reply at his message, and then mechanically eats, drinks, get some stuff around the house done, get ready and leaves to reach Chris's house.
Jensen feels kind of floating through the whole afternoon, but once he's there, reality feels clearer. Life for everyone else keeps going like nothing much has happened, and Jensen feels like he's coming back to a world he's forgotten how to belong to.
He shakes off these negative thoughts, because there's no way he's going to change his mind. There are so many other opportunities for him anyway, especially since he's become a member of the high society of Dallas.
Chris appears in front of him then, bringing him out of his reverie.
"Tell me again how I'm getting old, you asshole."
"Happy birthday, Christopher."
Jensen smirks at Chris's frown.
"It's gonna be your turn in a while anyway." Chris says as he leads the way towards the bar.
"Yeah, but you'll still be older than me, so it'll lose the point of pointing out how I am getting old, because you will be even older." He laughs when Chris gives him a little shove.
"Yeah, whatever, I'll be rocking it even at 80, my man. You know I ain't lying."
"Yeah yeah, you will."
Chris grabs them a beer each, then he points at Jensen as if saying you know it, and drinks. Jensen follows.
"Oh, and by the way, there's someone who requires your services, dude. Badly," Chris throws out and it's Jensen's turn to scowl.
"Chris, you know I'm done with all that, now. In fact," he adds, noticing Chris' expression, "I serviced my last client just this past night."
"Oh, spare me the details, won't you," Chris says, nose wrinkling with distaste.
"Weren't gonna share, don't worry." Jensen takes a mouthful of his beer. "But I'm serious, I'm done. So your man's going to have to make do with someone else."
Chris doesn't bother to argue, just swallows a couple of gulps down and then looks at Jensen. "I promised him an escort, Jensen. Because I think he needs one, just for the thrill of it. Plus, he's totally your type."
Jensen rolled his eyes. "Seems like everybody is," he mutters. He finishes his beer and orders another one. "I'm not gonna sell my body again, Chris, you know I won't. You're not gonna change my mind."
Chris smirks at that, wry. "Who said you have to sell it?"
Jensen sighs. "Come on man, you know how it works. I would take nothing but something neat and clean, not cash for sure, the whole nine yards. You know how it works and I quit it, so, not gonna happen."
Chris won't stop smirking and Jensen's about to start getting pissed off. "What--"
"Here you are at last!" an amused voice from behind interrupts Jensen. "You're harder to find than love, birthday boy."
Jensen turns to look at the owner of the lazy accent and the awful clichés, only to find a tall, broad man, all shaggy hair and dimples in place moving in on Chris to happy birthday hug him.
Jensen's body gives him a weak signal, but before he could even process what kind of signal that was, Chris speaks. "Jared, buddy. Thanks! We were just talking about you here."
Jensen turns to stare at Chris open mouthed, but Chris just slaps him on the shoulder when the guy - Jared - says, eyeing Chris first and then Jensen, "Oh were you now? And why was that?" in a tone even more amused than it was before.
"I was just telling Jensen here how you're gonna be the upcoming lead in the oil business in a month or two," Chris replied, smiling.
Jensen keeps his incredulous gaze on Chris a little while longer, before directing it towards Jared when Jared laughs. "Right, dude. Just leave it, not that big of a deal," he says, easy.
"Sure it is." Chris gets up then. "Well, I'm afraid being both landlord and birthday boy brings inescapable duties, gentlemen. If you will excuse me," he says with mock reverence, giving a half bow before taking his almost empty beer and walking away - but not before sending a brief pointed look at Jensen.
Jensen gapes at him, not really believing that he's just left him in company of a potential client. Well, one wannabe potential client. Jensen just quit the fucking life.
The other man got Chris's cue at once. "So, Jensen," and Jensen turns his head towards the sound of his name as soon as it leaves Jared's mouth. Get a grip, Ackles. "How come I've never seen you with Chris before? Your features are something I would'a remembered," he says easy.
It's the smirk that accompanies the words that catch Jensen's attention, and in a couple of seconds everything becomes clear.
Of course Jared already knows he is the escort Chris promised him. Like most clients, Jared would have required a thorough background check on Jensen's habits, safety, on everything about him, and the possibility of Jared being unaware of Jensen's appearance are way below zero. The façade of ignorance he's putting does nothing except put Jensen in an uneasy mood.
"I quit the business," Jensen says quietly but firmly. "I'm sorry," he excuses himself, grabbing his beer and leaving the bar - and that hot, dimpled man - behind him. It takes quite an effort to walk away without turning around, if only to see the expression on Jared's face.
In different circumstances, Jensen wouldn't have minded hitting on Jared. Would have let the man hit on him too, and the evening could have taken a whole different path - along with the night. And who knows, maybe even the following days could have been different. There was something that let Jensen believe that they could have gotten along. Maybe it was Jared's ease, maybe his smile, maybe his temperament, his accent, his manners, and isn't it pathetic, how many of these details Jensen noticed, just having met the guy a few minutes before?
Fucking Chris. He needs a drink or maybe ten, now.
***
The thing is, Jared is a looming presence on the edges of Jensen’s awareness for the whole time. Sure, Jared doesn't try another direct approach, but he stares. Like, a whole lot. And Jensen stares back, before getting uneasy and turning away. Sometimes, this game lasts for a couple of minutes, before Jensen looks away.
So, there's that.
And, Jensen's half hard from this alone. Has been for a couple of hours now, since the staring game begin, like it's a weird kind of courtship that will only end one way, when it clearly won't. Because Jensen won't allow it.
Jensen can't really focus on anything else for the whole night.
***
"I'm not doing it, Chris."
"Aww come on now Jenny, I noticed the way you looked at him all night."
"Weren't you too busy being a landlord and the birthday boy to notice?"
"Never too busy to check how my best bud's doing, dude."
"Whatever."
"So that's a yes?"
"Stop asking already, everything's set now."
"You can turn a blind eye on that though, can't you?"
Jensen sighs into the phone. Why does Chris have to be this stubborn about stuff? Jensen did quite an impressive job the other night, leaving the bar without taking Jared home - or without being taken home by Jared - and now his supposed best friend is trying to undo all his good work. Sometimes he wonders how did they become best friends in the first place.
"What am I supposed to do, Chris? Pretend I'm still an escort and, take money from the guy, just so you can be happy that he got a fuck?"
He hears a pause on the other end of the phone. "Yes?"
"Dude, do you even hear yourself?"
"Okay, okay," Chris says, sobering up. "I'm just kidding. But Jensen. You could get through it just fine. Hell, so much better than fine. You're kinda the best in your field, aren't you?"
"People say I was," Jensen says, stressing the last word.
"I know! I know you quit, Jensen, believe me. I'm not trying to shove you back in. I know you had everything set before I even mentioned the whole thing to you. I'm just asking for a favor. And it's nothing more than that. You meet, he pays you cash, you fuck him good, you maybe let him fuck you, and when you finish you can pay him back. You can even tell him 'it was so good I don't even need money for this' or something."
He can hear Chris smile. Jensen shakes his head, amused.
"Wow, he really must not be in the circle, if it would be fine for him just to pay cash, no background checks, no legal paperwork and so on."
He only hears Chris softly snort, so he says "Will you tell me why, Chris? What's the big deal about him 'trying what it feels like to be with an escort'?"
"So that's not a 'no' anymore?" Chris smiles.
"It's a maybe. If you give me a good motivation."
Chris sighs from the other end of the line, and Jensen knows he's won that point, so he makes himself more comfortable on the sofa.
"Okay, it's a bit personal, and I kinda feel bad for telling you this. But. The guy's realized he's gay for a couple of years now, he’s been real unlucky. The only hook ups he’s had have all been assholes and demanding little shits. Like, one of snatched the phone from his hands when he was talking to his Momma, and started talking to her - something like, "hey momma, ain't ya gonna fix me some stuffed turkey for Thanksgiving?" And they had met two weeks earlier, or something." Jensen winced at the thought. "So yeah, he's been on his own most of the time since then, as you can imagine. Not that big of a fan of relationships, and he's careful when hooking up with people. Sure, he's a natural charmer and I sometimes think he actually made big money because of his flirting, but he doesn't allow himself to be completely spontaneous."
Jensen sighs, because while he recognizes a victory when he sees it, he also recognizes a loss. There's more than one question he wants to ask Chris, so he opts for the least intrusive one. "How do you know him so well? It's not like you've been friends for a long time."
"No, we haven't been friends for long, you're right. We went out one night when the stock market was looking like it was heading for a crash, and he got shitfaced. I got a bit drunk myself, so I happened to ask him how he was single, since he's that hot and easygoing." Yeah, Jensen thought. Kind of noticed myself. "And he just spilled it. I don't even think he remembers telling me."
Jensen nods, before speaking. "So you thought a hooker could be a solution. He pays, and nothing is expected from him, so he can relax and enjoy the ride. Neat."
"Exactly. And he's pretty naive about your ex business, really, he wouldn't know the first thing to ask about escorts at your level. So you don't have to worry about that."
"Aren't you exaggerating a little, though? I mean, it's not like he's been a monk or something."
"Yeah, I know, but this is something new for him, right? It's always good to try out stuff."
Jensen rolls his eyes at that, and then closes them and lets his head fall to the sofa. Damn Chris. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it."
"You're fucking great, Ackles. Thank you." Jensen can almost hear the guy smiling.
"Yeah, I know. But you could have told me before I quit, dude. It would have been so much easier."
"Yeah, I don't know why the thought only crossed my mind when it did." Still smiling. The bastard.
Jensen sighs heavily. "Get your head together, dude. You'll end up losing it, someday."
Chris laughs. "I'm sure I actually will!" Jensen smiles at that. "I have to go now Jenny boy."
"Don't call me that, asshole," Jensen groaned.
"I can pretty well call you whatever I like, baby."
Jensen shakes his head. "Goodbye, Chris."
"Bye, Jensen. And keep yourself free on July 19."
"19th of July?"
"Yeah. You'll visit Villa Padalecki." The sly, teasing fucker.
"Oh. Okay then."
"And make sure to bring your toys."
Jensen just hangs up on him.
***
That afternoon Jensen lies in bed and thinks over the conversation with Chris. He can't help feeling a little off about the whole thing with Jared. If Chris had never mentioned the fucking escort stuff to Jared, it all could have taken a different direction. Jensen would have definitely gone home with him, and they would have had a great, sweaty night.
And then the following day would have been awkward, his brain supplies. Jensen frowned. It didn't have to be awkward. They could have parted without drama. And when they met again, because that was always possible, they would have gotten hard just by thinking about that night whenever their eyes met. And maybe they would have gotten together again, for a second night. And maybe things in the morning would have been better - romantic even.
Jensen shifts. There's no point in thinking about ifs and maybes. It is what it is now, and he's not going to look backwards. He has never done it: he won't do it now.
He only wants to look forwards.
Like, to think about what will happen on July 19. Jensen gets a shiver down his body just thinking back about Jared and the way they kept staring at each other the other night, and a wave of arousal runs down his body. He is going to have that hot, huge body all for himself. Fuck.
He's gonna ruin the man, he's gonna fuck him up and fuck him good.
Jensen trails a hand down in his pants.
***
In the following days, he doesn't hear much from Chris about Jared, except for one little reminder a couple of days prior the 19th. Jensen tries not to think too much about it, in fact he kind of convinces himself to treat this just like any ordinary job. He will be the model and professionalism and detachment.
Right.
***
The day comes pretty fast, as Jensen had nothing specific to do. He's scheduled to meet at 9.30pm at Jared's house.
Jensen chooses his clothes a bit more carefully than he would normally, despite knowing they won't stay on for too long. He puts kohl on his eyes - a barely there line - and he smears gloss on his mouth, even knowing the latter it's mostly unnecessary anyway: he's pretty aware of his looks, and he's heard men saying all sort of things about his mouth. So he adds gloss just to take Jared to an higher level of arousal, really.
He grabs the bag he prepared for the night - because yes, Chris knows him well, and of course he would bring some of his toys with him.
He's still not perfectly comfortable with the whole pretending-to-still-be-an-escort thing, but he's kind of gotten accustomed to the idea. Besides, Jared is expecting an escort, so it's almost like any other job: the client knows you, pays you, sex happens, and then you leave without him expecting anything else from you. Or in Jared's case, 'and then you give him the money back, and you leave, without him expecting anything else from you.'
He can damn well do it.
Part 2
Gifter: NoraWJ2
Pairing/Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Word count/Medium: 10,715
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Hooker AU, Smut, Fluff
Summary: Jensen Ackles is a high-priced escort determined to retire but takes on one last job as a favor to a friend.
Written for Spn_J2_Xmas
On Ao3: A Whole New World
When Jensen steps into his house it's early, but the sun is still down. He shuts the door and lets himself take a deep breath. Not moving, his whole body tensing a little when the intake of breath makes him wince a little.
Fucking moron. Didn't know how to keep his hands still.
As he walks towards the kitchen to drink a glass of water, he sighs for another reason entirely. His last time.
Jensen can't quite believe he's quitting this life; the life which has been all he's known for the past sixteen years. The life which made him renowned in the whole America and some other countries too -- ones with the same concept of leisure. The life which made him nearly a millionaire.
Jensen Ackles, A-rated escort for Morgan's Society Ltd.
Now retiring.
He puts his glass down and heads towards the main bathroom, allowing himself the indulge of relaxing in a hot bath for at least half an hour, because he fucking deserves it.
The movements come automatically, and sooner than he thinks possible, he slides into hot water and soft lather.
He lets his eyes drift shut as he makes himself comfortable, sighing contently.
It's all set.
Jensen’s contract is up on Monday, just three days from now. His notice has been handed in - multiple copies because you can never be sure. Even though it’s only three days, it’s three days too long to wait. Tonight was his last client.
Jensen can't bring himself to think about the future right now. All he wants is to shut his mind and enjoy his bath, but a thought crosses his head.
He reaches for his cell phone near the bathtub. He doesn't think Chris will be awake at 4:30am, but it's worth a try.
The cell phone rings for about ten times, then the call drops, so he sends a text instead.
Happy birthday, you fucker.
Feeling old yet?
He smirks and puts the cell phone away, relaxing a little bit more.
He doesn't have to do anything or be anywhere until later that evening, and with that certainty, he lets his eyes shut.
***
When Jensen wakes up, it's already early afternoon.
After that, he really doesn't pay much attention to the time as he reads Chris' reply at his message, and then mechanically eats, drinks, get some stuff around the house done, get ready and leaves to reach Chris's house.
Jensen feels kind of floating through the whole afternoon, but once he's there, reality feels clearer. Life for everyone else keeps going like nothing much has happened, and Jensen feels like he's coming back to a world he's forgotten how to belong to.
He shakes off these negative thoughts, because there's no way he's going to change his mind. There are so many other opportunities for him anyway, especially since he's become a member of the high society of Dallas.
Chris appears in front of him then, bringing him out of his reverie.
"Tell me again how I'm getting old, you asshole."
"Happy birthday, Christopher."
Jensen smirks at Chris's frown.
"It's gonna be your turn in a while anyway." Chris says as he leads the way towards the bar.
"Yeah, but you'll still be older than me, so it'll lose the point of pointing out how I am getting old, because you will be even older." He laughs when Chris gives him a little shove.
"Yeah, whatever, I'll be rocking it even at 80, my man. You know I ain't lying."
"Yeah yeah, you will."
Chris grabs them a beer each, then he points at Jensen as if saying you know it, and drinks. Jensen follows.
"Oh, and by the way, there's someone who requires your services, dude. Badly," Chris throws out and it's Jensen's turn to scowl.
"Chris, you know I'm done with all that, now. In fact," he adds, noticing Chris' expression, "I serviced my last client just this past night."
"Oh, spare me the details, won't you," Chris says, nose wrinkling with distaste.
"Weren't gonna share, don't worry." Jensen takes a mouthful of his beer. "But I'm serious, I'm done. So your man's going to have to make do with someone else."
Chris doesn't bother to argue, just swallows a couple of gulps down and then looks at Jensen. "I promised him an escort, Jensen. Because I think he needs one, just for the thrill of it. Plus, he's totally your type."
Jensen rolled his eyes. "Seems like everybody is," he mutters. He finishes his beer and orders another one. "I'm not gonna sell my body again, Chris, you know I won't. You're not gonna change my mind."
Chris smirks at that, wry. "Who said you have to sell it?"
Jensen sighs. "Come on man, you know how it works. I would take nothing but something neat and clean, not cash for sure, the whole nine yards. You know how it works and I quit it, so, not gonna happen."
Chris won't stop smirking and Jensen's about to start getting pissed off. "What--"
"Here you are at last!" an amused voice from behind interrupts Jensen. "You're harder to find than love, birthday boy."
Jensen turns to look at the owner of the lazy accent and the awful clichés, only to find a tall, broad man, all shaggy hair and dimples in place moving in on Chris to happy birthday hug him.
Jensen's body gives him a weak signal, but before he could even process what kind of signal that was, Chris speaks. "Jared, buddy. Thanks! We were just talking about you here."
Jensen turns to stare at Chris open mouthed, but Chris just slaps him on the shoulder when the guy - Jared - says, eyeing Chris first and then Jensen, "Oh were you now? And why was that?" in a tone even more amused than it was before.
"I was just telling Jensen here how you're gonna be the upcoming lead in the oil business in a month or two," Chris replied, smiling.
Jensen keeps his incredulous gaze on Chris a little while longer, before directing it towards Jared when Jared laughs. "Right, dude. Just leave it, not that big of a deal," he says, easy.
"Sure it is." Chris gets up then. "Well, I'm afraid being both landlord and birthday boy brings inescapable duties, gentlemen. If you will excuse me," he says with mock reverence, giving a half bow before taking his almost empty beer and walking away - but not before sending a brief pointed look at Jensen.
Jensen gapes at him, not really believing that he's just left him in company of a potential client. Well, one wannabe potential client. Jensen just quit the fucking life.
The other man got Chris's cue at once. "So, Jensen," and Jensen turns his head towards the sound of his name as soon as it leaves Jared's mouth. Get a grip, Ackles. "How come I've never seen you with Chris before? Your features are something I would'a remembered," he says easy.
It's the smirk that accompanies the words that catch Jensen's attention, and in a couple of seconds everything becomes clear.
Of course Jared already knows he is the escort Chris promised him. Like most clients, Jared would have required a thorough background check on Jensen's habits, safety, on everything about him, and the possibility of Jared being unaware of Jensen's appearance are way below zero. The façade of ignorance he's putting does nothing except put Jensen in an uneasy mood.
"I quit the business," Jensen says quietly but firmly. "I'm sorry," he excuses himself, grabbing his beer and leaving the bar - and that hot, dimpled man - behind him. It takes quite an effort to walk away without turning around, if only to see the expression on Jared's face.
In different circumstances, Jensen wouldn't have minded hitting on Jared. Would have let the man hit on him too, and the evening could have taken a whole different path - along with the night. And who knows, maybe even the following days could have been different. There was something that let Jensen believe that they could have gotten along. Maybe it was Jared's ease, maybe his smile, maybe his temperament, his accent, his manners, and isn't it pathetic, how many of these details Jensen noticed, just having met the guy a few minutes before?
Fucking Chris. He needs a drink or maybe ten, now.
***
The thing is, Jared is a looming presence on the edges of Jensen’s awareness for the whole time. Sure, Jared doesn't try another direct approach, but he stares. Like, a whole lot. And Jensen stares back, before getting uneasy and turning away. Sometimes, this game lasts for a couple of minutes, before Jensen looks away.
So, there's that.
And, Jensen's half hard from this alone. Has been for a couple of hours now, since the staring game begin, like it's a weird kind of courtship that will only end one way, when it clearly won't. Because Jensen won't allow it.
Jensen can't really focus on anything else for the whole night.
***
"I'm not doing it, Chris."
"Aww come on now Jenny, I noticed the way you looked at him all night."
"Weren't you too busy being a landlord and the birthday boy to notice?"
"Never too busy to check how my best bud's doing, dude."
"Whatever."
"So that's a yes?"
"Stop asking already, everything's set now."
"You can turn a blind eye on that though, can't you?"
Jensen sighs into the phone. Why does Chris have to be this stubborn about stuff? Jensen did quite an impressive job the other night, leaving the bar without taking Jared home - or without being taken home by Jared - and now his supposed best friend is trying to undo all his good work. Sometimes he wonders how did they become best friends in the first place.
"What am I supposed to do, Chris? Pretend I'm still an escort and, take money from the guy, just so you can be happy that he got a fuck?"
He hears a pause on the other end of the phone. "Yes?"
"Dude, do you even hear yourself?"
"Okay, okay," Chris says, sobering up. "I'm just kidding. But Jensen. You could get through it just fine. Hell, so much better than fine. You're kinda the best in your field, aren't you?"
"People say I was," Jensen says, stressing the last word.
"I know! I know you quit, Jensen, believe me. I'm not trying to shove you back in. I know you had everything set before I even mentioned the whole thing to you. I'm just asking for a favor. And it's nothing more than that. You meet, he pays you cash, you fuck him good, you maybe let him fuck you, and when you finish you can pay him back. You can even tell him 'it was so good I don't even need money for this' or something."
He can hear Chris smile. Jensen shakes his head, amused.
"Wow, he really must not be in the circle, if it would be fine for him just to pay cash, no background checks, no legal paperwork and so on."
He only hears Chris softly snort, so he says "Will you tell me why, Chris? What's the big deal about him 'trying what it feels like to be with an escort'?"
"So that's not a 'no' anymore?" Chris smiles.
"It's a maybe. If you give me a good motivation."
Chris sighs from the other end of the line, and Jensen knows he's won that point, so he makes himself more comfortable on the sofa.
"Okay, it's a bit personal, and I kinda feel bad for telling you this. But. The guy's realized he's gay for a couple of years now, he’s been real unlucky. The only hook ups he’s had have all been assholes and demanding little shits. Like, one of snatched the phone from his hands when he was talking to his Momma, and started talking to her - something like, "hey momma, ain't ya gonna fix me some stuffed turkey for Thanksgiving?" And they had met two weeks earlier, or something." Jensen winced at the thought. "So yeah, he's been on his own most of the time since then, as you can imagine. Not that big of a fan of relationships, and he's careful when hooking up with people. Sure, he's a natural charmer and I sometimes think he actually made big money because of his flirting, but he doesn't allow himself to be completely spontaneous."
Jensen sighs, because while he recognizes a victory when he sees it, he also recognizes a loss. There's more than one question he wants to ask Chris, so he opts for the least intrusive one. "How do you know him so well? It's not like you've been friends for a long time."
"No, we haven't been friends for long, you're right. We went out one night when the stock market was looking like it was heading for a crash, and he got shitfaced. I got a bit drunk myself, so I happened to ask him how he was single, since he's that hot and easygoing." Yeah, Jensen thought. Kind of noticed myself. "And he just spilled it. I don't even think he remembers telling me."
Jensen nods, before speaking. "So you thought a hooker could be a solution. He pays, and nothing is expected from him, so he can relax and enjoy the ride. Neat."
"Exactly. And he's pretty naive about your ex business, really, he wouldn't know the first thing to ask about escorts at your level. So you don't have to worry about that."
"Aren't you exaggerating a little, though? I mean, it's not like he's been a monk or something."
"Yeah, I know, but this is something new for him, right? It's always good to try out stuff."
Jensen rolls his eyes at that, and then closes them and lets his head fall to the sofa. Damn Chris. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it."
"You're fucking great, Ackles. Thank you." Jensen can almost hear the guy smiling.
"Yeah, I know. But you could have told me before I quit, dude. It would have been so much easier."
"Yeah, I don't know why the thought only crossed my mind when it did." Still smiling. The bastard.
Jensen sighs heavily. "Get your head together, dude. You'll end up losing it, someday."
Chris laughs. "I'm sure I actually will!" Jensen smiles at that. "I have to go now Jenny boy."
"Don't call me that, asshole," Jensen groaned.
"I can pretty well call you whatever I like, baby."
Jensen shakes his head. "Goodbye, Chris."
"Bye, Jensen. And keep yourself free on July 19."
"19th of July?"
"Yeah. You'll visit Villa Padalecki." The sly, teasing fucker.
"Oh. Okay then."
"And make sure to bring your toys."
Jensen just hangs up on him.
***
That afternoon Jensen lies in bed and thinks over the conversation with Chris. He can't help feeling a little off about the whole thing with Jared. If Chris had never mentioned the fucking escort stuff to Jared, it all could have taken a different direction. Jensen would have definitely gone home with him, and they would have had a great, sweaty night.
And then the following day would have been awkward, his brain supplies. Jensen frowned. It didn't have to be awkward. They could have parted without drama. And when they met again, because that was always possible, they would have gotten hard just by thinking about that night whenever their eyes met. And maybe they would have gotten together again, for a second night. And maybe things in the morning would have been better - romantic even.
Jensen shifts. There's no point in thinking about ifs and maybes. It is what it is now, and he's not going to look backwards. He has never done it: he won't do it now.
He only wants to look forwards.
Like, to think about what will happen on July 19. Jensen gets a shiver down his body just thinking back about Jared and the way they kept staring at each other the other night, and a wave of arousal runs down his body. He is going to have that hot, huge body all for himself. Fuck.
He's gonna ruin the man, he's gonna fuck him up and fuck him good.
Jensen trails a hand down in his pants.
***
In the following days, he doesn't hear much from Chris about Jared, except for one little reminder a couple of days prior the 19th. Jensen tries not to think too much about it, in fact he kind of convinces himself to treat this just like any ordinary job. He will be the model and professionalism and detachment.
Right.
***
The day comes pretty fast, as Jensen had nothing specific to do. He's scheduled to meet at 9.30pm at Jared's house.
Jensen chooses his clothes a bit more carefully than he would normally, despite knowing they won't stay on for too long. He puts kohl on his eyes - a barely there line - and he smears gloss on his mouth, even knowing the latter it's mostly unnecessary anyway: he's pretty aware of his looks, and he's heard men saying all sort of things about his mouth. So he adds gloss just to take Jared to an higher level of arousal, really.
He grabs the bag he prepared for the night - because yes, Chris knows him well, and of course he would bring some of his toys with him.
He's still not perfectly comfortable with the whole pretending-to-still-be-an-escort thing, but he's kind of gotten accustomed to the idea. Besides, Jared is expecting an escort, so it's almost like any other job: the client knows you, pays you, sex happens, and then you leave without him expecting anything else from you. Or in Jared's case, 'and then you give him the money back, and you leave, without him expecting anything else from you.'
He can damn well do it.
Part 2