Heart Not Included (J2, AU, NC-17, hooker!fic)
Can you believe my internet was down for over 30 minutes earlier today? Just when I wanted to proof-read and would have needed an online dic? Gah! But hey, fresh drabble to be posted tomorrow. One of our lessons was beyond boring today and it was either write or fall asleep. ;)
But for now, have the epic first. ;) Finally!
Title: Heart Not Included
Author: Vera
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Word Count: 17,998
Warnings: Hooker!fic, d/s, schmoop
Summary: One lonely evening, Jensen decides to hire a hooker. When Jared arrives, it doesn’t turn into what either of them expected.
Author’s Note: This was written for whenboymeetsboy and is loosely based on the movie 200 American. I didn’t stay very close to the original story though. *coughs*
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Jensen roamed around his apartment restlessly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt quite as… he’d like to say ‘nervous’, but this was beyond nervousness. He just felt sick. Dread and excitement all at once. And guilty. Fuck, he felt guilty! And he hadn’t even done anything yet, just called. If he showed up, he could still refuse to open the door and tell the guy to leave again. Or maybe not say anything at all, just shut off the lights and pretend he wasn’t home. That would work!
He stormed to his light switch and just as he was about to flip it, his doorbell rang. “Oh, jesus!” He jumped, completely startled, but his body went on auto-pilot and he pressed the buzzer to open the front door without even thinking about it. “Ah, fuck!” What was wrong with him? But he could still keep his apartment door closed… Would make him a complete douche, but he could live with that, right?
A short time later, there was a knock on said door. He slowly crept towards it and risked a glance through the spy hole - and then his heart stopped. The guy on the other side of the door was just breathtakingly gorgeous. Tall, was the adjective coming to mind first. He wore tight-fitting jeans and a plain white T-shirt, maybe a number too small, but fuck if it didn’t do it for Jensen. It showed off the clearly defined, but not too pumped up muscles, which, damn, was good. But what really, really got to Jensen, was the innocence the guy emitted. Shaggy hair falling into his face, gentle, brown eyes, his hands stuffed into his pants pockets. He seemed just as nervous as Jensen felt.
“Uh, hello?” The guy called out and then knocked again and Jensen opened. Because he couldn’t not open.
“Uh, yeah, hi.” Jensen scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry, I was just…” staring. Dammit.
“It’s okay,” the guy smiled friendly. “Hi.” He shuffled his feet and gave Jensen an expectant look.
“Come in. Right. Come in.” Jensen bit his lip before stepping aside to let him enter. After he’d closed the door, they both stood there in the hallway, looking at each other.
The guy smiled again. “First time?”
Jensen frowned, slightly offended. “Shit, no, my first time was…” then he realized what he was getting at, blushed, and quickly rectified. “Yes! Uhm, yes, first time, for, uh… this.”
Chuckling, the stranger nodded. “Yeah, I figured.” He passed his hand through his hair and Jensen itched to do the same. Find out if it felt as soft as it looked. “So, uhm, usually it’s money first?”
”Huh?” Jensen was dumbstruck once again, then slapped his forehead. “Yes! Yes, right. Sorry.” He shook his head. “God, sorry. I… I know.” He didn’t, obviously, but he’d figured as much. He pulled out his wallet. “How… how much?” God this felt weird.
“Depends on what you want.” Jensen just stared at that and the guy smiled again. “Blowjob’s seventy, 200 for the full experience.” He winked, then cocked his head. “Unless you want something special? For 300 you could…”
“No!” Jensen blushed. “No, nothing special.” He didn’t even want to hear it. It just felt too wrong. This… this nice guy offering up… shit. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. “Listen, maybe…” but he didn’t get to finish his sentence, because the guy chose that moment to just lean in and kiss Jensen.
At first he was too stunned to react, but the guy was insistent and didn’t give up, until Jensen responded, opened his mouth and they shared a kiss that left him breathless. And unable to claim this was a mistake anymore, because now he just couldn’t let him walk away again. It would cause him physical pain.
“Sorry.” The guy chuckled and licked his lips. Jensen groaned, about to lean back in, but the guy took a step back. “Just couldn’t resist.”
Well, hell, Jensen surely wasn’t complaining. He blushed and quickly opened his wallet, counting up $200 and handing them over to the guy, who just stuffed them into his back pocket without counting, but with a small smile on his lips.
Jensen smiled back and closed the distance between them for another kiss. His hands came up to tangle in the guy’s shaggy hair and yes, it was just as soft as it looked. He moaned, all doubts he had before falling away from him. And now that the money part was out of the way, it was easy to just get lost in it and pretend he didn’t just pay for sex.
Maybe they met at the supermarket. Yeah, that would work. Jensen smiled against his lips and started backing him up towards the bedroom, all the while never fully breaking the kiss, except for when he needed to catch a breath or look for directions. So, supermarket… Jensen frowned when they were in the doorframe and pulled back. Something was wrong with his story. “Hey, what’s your name?” He blushed once again and quickly added. “Sorry for not asking right away.” Shit, he must seem like such a rude asshole. But he didn’t know about the etiquette of all this.
The guy just chuckled again though. If he thought any bad of Jensen, he didn’t let it show. “Jason. My name’s Jason.”
“Jensen,” he replied, held out his hand, then realized how dumb that was now and pulled it quickly back to scratch his neck. “Uhm.”
The guy - Jason - laughed. “Pleased to meet you, Jensen.” And there was just something about the way he pronounced his name that had Jensen shiver in pleasure. He leaned back in, slowly licking over Jason’s lips until he opened, then he suckled on his bottom lip, taking his time now, trying to make up for the botched introduction.
It seemed to be working, because Jason moaned, his hands clutched to Jensen’s shirt. When Jensen deepened the kiss, Jason started unbuttoning his shirt and then wasted no time in ridding Jensen of it. And before he could even blink, his pants were unbuttoned and pooled around his ankles.
Jensen kicked off his shoes on his way to the bed, almost falling and toppling over Jason, who was like a brick wall holding him up though. A nice, soft brick wall he wouldn’t mind falling against some more. After he’d stepped out of his pants, Jason pushed him back and took his time looking Jensen up and down, making him blush yet again. He briefly wondered if his face ever got his normal color back tonight.
“Fuck,” Jason shook his head. “You’re gorgeous.”
Jensen bit his lip, slightly uncomfortable standing here only in his black boxer briefs with his… his hooker still fully dressed. He shrugged, never good with compliments. “I don’t know much, but isn’t this supposed to go the other way around?” He asked. “You undress for me and I leer at you and call you all kinds of filthy things?”
Jason cocked his head. “You could always get dressed again and we can play it your way. I just thought…”
”No, fuck!” Jensen laughed nervously. “It’s fine. You don’t… I was just kidding. You don’t have to, uh, wait for my…” He broke off. “Shit, can we just… both get naked and get on with this?” He blushed a deep crimson at his words. That didn’t come out just like he intended to.
But once again, Jason just laughed. “Sounds like a good plan.” He gave Jensen a push and made him fall onto the bed. After a brief moment of confusion, Jensen sat up and as soon as their eyes met, Jason took a hold of his shirt and pulled it over his head, his stomach muscles rippling as he did so. Jensen couldn’t suppress a needy moan and Jason smirked at him before he slowly opened his jeans and then shimmied out of them. He hadn’t bothered with underwear and Jensen let out another moan and bit his lip.
“God damn!” He let his eyes wander and lingered on Jason’s cock, already hard and standing proud, curling up against his stomach. It made him feel like Jason really wanted him, like he wasn’t just here because Jensen paid him to be.
“I take it you approve?” Jason cocked his hips.
Jensen nodded and licked his lips. “Come here,” he beckoned, suddenly feeling bolder. Jason did as he was told but as soon as he was close, he started to drop onto his knees. Jensen wouldn’t have that. “No!” He grabbed his shoulders to stop him and Jason frowned, but then stood back up. “Yes. Just… stay.”
He reached behind, cupping Jason’s ass and pulling him forward just a few more inches, just until he was right in his face and Jensen could inhale his scent. Another moan and then his tongue came out for a first taste. Jason shuddered and quickly held onto Jensen’s shoulders to steady himself. Yes. It was all too easy to pretend he really wanted this, that Jensen was giving him a good time.
Another teasing lick, then Jensen closed his lips around the head and swivelled his tongue around, gathering up as much pre-come as he could before he closed his eyes and swallowed. God damn, had he missed this! It had been way too long.
“Jensen…” Jason moaned and shivered again, clawing at Jensen’s shoulders after he’d started sucking and moving down, down, down before he slid back up quickly. “Oh fuck!” One hand found its way into Jensen’s hair and gripped tightly, and Jensen smiled in triumph before he repeated his action. It was quite a challenge though, because Jason was huge and Jensen failed to swallow him whole. Yet. He just knew that with a little practise…
But what was he thinking? This wasn’t the start of a beautiful relationship. But damn, his brain was just too easily fooled. Maybe… maybe if he made it really good, Jason would… Jensen frowned at himself and pulled off abruptly.
It caused Jason to almost lose his balance and topple over and he whined in frustration. “Jensen!”
“Down.” Jensen didn’t dare look him in the eye, but he had to get the upper hand. If he couldn’t even control a hooker, then he was truly lost.
Jason fell to his knees and when Jensen finally peaked, he was greeted by a fully dazed and confused, yet pliant Jason, whose arms now rested on his knees, slowly pulling them apart. “May I?” He asked and Jensen just about lost it right there.
He nodded again, then thought better of it and added a clear demand. “You better suck me down good, whore.” Jensen flinched. Okay, he wasn’t gonna whip out the porn dialogue and felt immediately guilty, but Jason just groaned and answered him with “Yes, sir!” and his bad conscience vanished the second Jason’s lips touched his cock.
Jason mirrored Jensen’s actions from earlier, sucking good, just he never slid further down than half his length and the part of Jensen’s brain that was still functioning had to give him credit for playing along so well. He just knew he was doing that on purpose.
“I said suck it, bitch.” He grabbed Jason’s hair and forced his cock deeper down until he could feel throat muscles contract around him. “Fuck, yeah! You like this, don’t you? Me forcing you to take my cock, take it all the way.” Okay, he really had no idea where all of this was coming from, but hearing Jason whimper every time he insulted him was giving Jensen such a rush!
He pulled Jason off of him and then pushed him back until he landed on his ass. Jensen wasted no time and stood up, grabbing Jason’s head with one hand and his cock with the other, before he fed his cock to him, going slow at first, enjoying the feel of Jason’s throat opening up for him, letting him in until he could go no further, until his balls slapped against Jason’s chin.
Then he just watched him, watched his eyes water. “That’s it, choke on my cock, you filthy whore.” Jensen enjoyed his newfound power way too much and after he finally pulled back out, he didn’t give Jason any time to recover before he thrust back in, grabbing his head with both hands to hold him still while he fucked his mouth in earnest. More filth spilled from his lips and it didn’t take too long before he was coming down Jason’s throat, a rough “Swallow!” all the warning he was ready to give.
Stars exploded in front of his eyes and he pushed Jason away roughly before falling back down on the bed, panting hard, lost in the sensations. Sadly though, reality came crashing down on him soon enough. And it crashed down hard.
“Oh… oh fuck!” He paled and sat back up, staring at Jason with remorse in his eyes. Jason, who was just licking his used, swollen lips, looking nothing if not debauched and horny. “I’m so sorry!”
Jason frowned. “Why?” He got back on his knees and slowly crawled towards Jensen, a sly smile on his face.
“Jeez, stop!” Jensen held out his hand, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He felt sick. And he should. Shit, he was such a sick fuck! Jason stopped, his smile faltering. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have made you swallow!” Jensen bit his lip. “I know we didn’t talk about this, but I’m pretty sure that’s not...” He shrugged helplessly. That couldn’t have been ‘on the menu’.
“Jensen…” Jason sat back down on his heels, paling a little himself, as if he’d only just realized what had happened. “It’s… it’s okay,” he replied after a moment. “I wanted to.”
“But…”
“Jensen.” Jason smiled and placed a hand down on top of Jensen’s knee. It felt soothing. “No, it’s not usually something I would do, especially not with a new customer, but believe me when I say, if I hadn’t wanted this, you couldn’t have forced me to.”
“But I kinda did!” Jensen offered helplessly.
But Jason just laughed and stood up, rising to his full height and flexing his muscles for extra effect. “Really, Jensen? You really think you could force me to do anything?”
Jensen bit his lip but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his face. “Okay, I get your point.” Relief flooded through him, although he still felt kinda bad. “About what I said…”He looked away, but Jason cupped his cheek and made him turn back around.
“That was filthy hot.” Jason winked.
“Yeah?”
”Yeah.” He leaned down for a kiss and when Jensen opened his lips and Jason’s tongue entered, slow, he could still taste himself and his cock peaked back to life. “I have one request though…” Jason broke the kiss.
“Anything,” Jensen was quick to offer.
“Whatever you want to call me is fine…” Jason smirked against his lips. “But if you want to use my name… could you… could you maybe call me Jay?”
“Don’t much like your full name, do you?” Jensen had to smile at the odd request.
“Not with you, I don’t” Jason… Jay replied cryptically and Jensen nodded.
“I can do that, Jay.” Jensen gave him a quick kiss. “If you do one thing for me.”
“What’s that, Jen?”
Jensen’s chest flooded with warmth. They were on nickname basis now. If only this wasn’t a one-time business deal. He smiled sadly. “Promise me you won’t do anything you don’t want to? With me?”
Jay snorted and Jensen realized how odd his request must be, since he was paying for this. Paying. He had to keep reminding himself.
“Just promise me, okay?” Jensen prodded and Jay finally smiled.
“Okay, Jen-sen,” he sing-songed his name. “I promise.”
“Good, because if now you’d rather…”
“Jensen?” Jay placed a finger over his lips. “Shush.” He pushed at Jensen’s chest, straddling him now that he was lying flat on the bed. They were kissing again, both of them grinning against the other’s lips, until Jay pulled away again, cocking his head. “Unless you want to spill more filth.” He winked.
Jensen laughed and pulled his mouth back down to his, fully intend on making the best out of this. Since it was a one-time thing. Yeah.
*
He lasted a week before he called again.
*****
Jared’s finger hovered over the doorbell, right where it had been for a good five minutes now. He just wasn’t ready yet. He needed to school himself, to get rid of the silly giddiness he had felt ever since he was told about his second booking by Jensen.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but Jensen made him break all of his rules, just by… being Jensen. He’d kissed him before he was even paid, for starters. And kissing was something he usually avoided. Most of his clients didn’t care anyways. But Jensen… Jensen’s lips… He just couldn’t help it. And god, he’d looked so damn adorable, all nervous and clueless.
But if only it had stopped there. No, he swallowed. He didn’t even fucking start a damn blowjob without rubber. If Jensen hadn’t been the first to reach for a condom and roll it over when they finally fucked, Jared wasn’t sure what had happened. He’d just lost it.
He asked him to call him Jay, for fuck’s sake! And if it wouldn’t have been so awkward, he’d have just blurted out his full real name, too. At least a Jason might be called Jay as well. Jared wondered if that was why he’d chosen it back then. He never really thought about it. He never needed to. Until now.
Jared checked his watch. Three minutes late. His finger pressed down before he even knew it. He couldn’t make Jensen wait. He’d think Jared didn’t want to come.
Good lord, was he fucked. So well and truly fucked.
The buzzer sounded and Jared jumped, pushed open the door and ran up the steps to Jensen’s apartment, breathless when he knocked.
Jensen greeted him with a bright smile. He was all dressed-up today, black khakis and a red button-down dress shirt. Jared swallowed, feeling slightly underdressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt. But hey, not like the clothes would stay on for too long.
“Hey,” Jensen stepped back a little but Jared didn’t enter yet. Couldn’t.
”He… hey.” Jared panted and Jensen raised an eyebrow.
“You ran up here?”
Jared blushed but covered it with a laugh. “Gotta… gotta take my exercise where I can get it. You know, keep the body in shape and all.”
”Right.” Jensen nodded. “Since it’s your asset and...” Jensen’s eyes grew wide and he covered his mouth. “Uhm, I mean… shit… come… come in.”
Jared closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Could he be any more adorable? God damn!
”I’m sorry.” Jensen passed a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Jared finally entered and closed the door behind him, then quickly turned and backed Jensen up against it, kissing him into silence. Those supple lips moved against his and he couldn’t suppress a groan. Sadly he had to break off all too soon, because he was still kinda out of breath. “You didn’t.” He smiled and rubbed his thumb over Jensen’s bottom lip. Jensen whimpered and Jared bit his lip. So much for not making all the same mistakes all over again.
With a shy smile, Jensen pulled away and reached into his back-pocket to pull out his wallet. He must have already prepared, because he reached in without even looking and handed Jared a wad of bills.
Jared would never count in front of Jensen, but he could clearly see that it was six bills. Fifties. A fresh wave of giddiness rolled over him. “A special, huh? You already know what you want?” With any luck it would be something so disgusting, he could decline and get out of here and leave Jensen behind. Regain his sanity.
“Uhm…” Jensen blushed. “Uhm, maybe like last time?” Jared’s heart dropped. Shit, he knew where this was going. Bare-backing. But before he could turn around, Jensen clarified. “The, uh, the talking?” Jensen scratched the back of his head.
Jared burst out laughing. “Seriously, Jen?” He could see Jensen’s face fall and his blush grow, but Jared couldn’t stop his relief. “Dude, you don’t need to pay me extra for that. That’s not a ‘special’.” He plucked two of the bills and handed them back.
“No, keep it!” Jensen shook his head. “I also want, uh…”
His laugh stopped and Jared raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
”Dinner? Maybe?”
Jared gaped. Dinner? What the hell? “You want me to cook it naked or something?” He’d heard about those Japanese naked dinners, where people got decorated with food. Maybe something like that? Jensen definitely seemed sophisticated enough for that kinda crap.
“No, shit!” Now it was Jensen’s turn to laugh. “I want you to have dinner with me. If you’re hungry, that is?” He cocked his head questioningly.
“Heck, I’m always hungry.” Jared rubbed his belly, then realized with anyone but Jensen, this could have been a very suggestive response. But Jensen just grinned, his eyes crinkling. And wasn’t he just adorable?
“Good. Because I’ve already cooked.” He started walking off and Jared quickly stuffed the bills into his pockets and then followed him into the kitchen, where a table was already set and something smelled just amazing.
“You know, this still doesn’t qualify as an extra.” Jared smirked and sat down in the chair Jensen pointed to. “And if this tastes just as good as it smells, I should probably be paying you.” He leaned up, trying to peek into the main kitchen area to find out just what it was.
Jensen laughed and brought over a pan with two delicious looking steaks. “Uh, hope you’re not a vegetarian?”
”I look like I’m vegetarian?” Jared puffed out his chest and was rewarded with another laugh from Jensen.
“Good point.” Jensen winked and served their steaks, then came back with potatoes and mushrooms.
When everything was dished out and Jensen took his seat opposite him, Jared inhaled deeply. “Seriously, this smells so good!”
Jensen blushed and looked down. “Eat.” He bit his lip and cut his steak without ever looking back up. Jared shook his head. Really, he couldn’t be more adorable if he tried.
After his first taste, Jared wanted to run. Because this man was just too god damn perfect. “Fuck, I really should be paying you.”
Although Jensen’s blush deepened, he finally met his eyes again. “Can always repay me in kind.” Jared smirked in response, but Jensen once again paled. “But it’s not required!”
He really was the shiest client Jared’s ever had. He covered Jensen’s hand with his and caressed him with his thumb. “But I want to.”
Jensen’s lips twitched around a smirk. “Eat then. You’ll, uh, need the strength.” And with that he looked back down at the table.
Jared chuckled. “Yes, sir.” He squeezed Jensen’s hand one last time before he picked up his cutlery and dug in. Jensen was quietly eating as well and Jared wrecked his head trying to come up with an innocuous topic. He almost slapped his forehead when he found it. “Where’d you learn how to cook like that?”
Jensen looked up with a bright smile and happily told him all about first moving into this place, spoiled by his mother’s cooking, unable to enjoy ready-made single meals, and how he’d then picked up his first cookbook and then another and another, learning it all by trial and error. And TV shows.
When they were done, Jared helped Jensen cleaning the table. Now they were standing next to each other, both leaning against the sink. Jared bumped hips and Jensen smiled. “Do you want coffee?”
Yeah, he’d go for a cup, but he also knew that it was time to get down to business. “No, thank you.” Jared shook his head.
“Maybe a tea, then? Dessert? I could make you some…” Jensen started off for the fridge, but Jared gently stopped him.
“Jensen.” He waited till he’d turned around. “What do you want?” And then Jared gave him his best devoted look, glancing at him from under his bangs.
Jensen gulped. “Uhm…”
“Tell me, Jen.” Jared grabbed him by his shirt lapels and leaned close enough to kiss, but didn’t. “Tell me what you want.” He could feel Jensen lean closer, but Jared leaned away before their lips met.
Jensen let out a frustrated whine when Jared used his strength to keep him just a breath away. “Kiss me,” he finally whispered and Jared gladly let go.
It started out soft and Jared considered pulling away until Jensen would give him a better command, tell him to deepen the kiss, but now that would just be cruel. To the both of them. After they broke of, Jared decided to push it a little. “Where do you want me, sir?”
”Bedroom.” Jensen didn’t even think about it and Jared smirked and followed.
Once inside, Jared waited for instructions again. “Shall I undress for you, sir?” Jensen’s lips twitched and Jared’s confidence faltered. “Do you like it when I call you sir?”
“Err, not really,” Jensen confessed and passed his hand through his hair.
Jared raised an eyebrow. Okay, first time for everything. “Master, then?”
This time Jensen flat out laughed.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Jared mumbled, suddenly embarrassed. And why would he get embarrassed over something like this? God dammit!
“I’m sorry…” Jensen wiped at his eyes. “It’s just…” He laughed again and Jared rolled his eyes. Why did he have to be so adorable? He could feel his discomfort melting and allowed himself a small smile as well. “Sorry,” Jensen repeated, when he had finally calmed down. “Do you want to call me master?” His eyes twinkled when he asked, and Jared was sure that this wasn’t all part of a game and he’d fail if he said no.
But still, he couldn’t be certain. And how was he supposed to answer that, anyways? “Jensen, this is your show. What do you want?” There, easy way out.
“Jen is fine.” He shrugged a little.
“Alright, Jen.” Jared resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Do you still want me to take off my clothes?”
Jensen nodded, but when Jared didn’t immediately jump into action, he added, “Take ‘em off.”
So far, so good. Jared, contradictory to all his usual stints, undressed as sloppy and unsexy as possible, because if Jensen wanted anything else, he’d have to ask for it. Granted, Jared was only 50% sure that this was what Jensen wanted, but was just too afraid to act out. The other 50% of him just selfishly wanted to hear Jensen’s voice get deeper, huskier, as he rasped commands at him. Just like last time.
Jensen, however, didn’t say anything, just watched. When Jared was naked, he nodded. “Good.” He nodded again. “Good. You’re just so damn hot.” He slowly stepped closer. “You know, I could order you to do a little dance for me now and you’d do it, wouldn’t you, Jay?”
Jared’s face fell. Well, fuck. “Anything you say, Jen.” Shit, was he serious? He started moving a little, swinging his hips, right up until Jensen laughed again. That bastard!
“I didn’t say you should.” He was close enough to touch now and placed his hand on Jared’s shoulder. “Sorry.” He bit his lip and if Jared didn’t feel so humiliated, he’d almost believe him. “But hey, you started this!” Jensen shrugged innocently.
“Alright, your game.” He huffed, but placed his hands on Jensen’s hips, pulling him in.
“Take off my shirt.”
Jared did, his fingers fumbling with the buttons, and he cursed himself for being so off his game tonight. Damn that Jensen. Damn him! Him and his chiselled chest and soft skin and… and his clients never looked like that. What was wrong with him?
Jensen stepped out of his shoes and wrapped his arms around Jared’s neck, nuzzling his chin before he whispered his next command. “Pants. And boxers.” After they were both naked, Jensen just looked at him. Not his body, or certain parts of his anatomy, he just held his eyes for the longest time, and Jared found himself unable to look away.
He gulped, not used to this intensity. Jensen’s eyes… such an unusual green. “Jen…” He started, unsure of what he’d say, but before he could make up his mind, Jensen was there, kissing him deep and hungry, their bodies now close together, cocks touching, hands roaming, caressing, tugging at hair, scratching, holding on. Before he knew it, they were stumbling towards the bed and the rest was a blur of lips and touches, long looks, sweaty limbs, whispered words. No more commands though, and no games. It was just the best, the most intense sex Jared had had in a long time.
And when it was over and Jensen mumbled, “A whore. You’re a whore. And I’m paying you. I fucking paid you for that. Fuck!” Jared knew it was time to go. Thankfully Jensen retreated to the bathroom and Jared quickly stepped into his pants, grabbed the rest of his clothes, buttoned them up on his way out and only allowed himself to breathe and pull on the rest of his clothes when the door was safely closed behind him.
He felt dirty. Inside and out. This had been a mistake. He’d not come back again. Jensen had to get someone else for his sick games. Jared wouldn’t come out of this unscathed.
*
So why was it, that a week later, Jared found himself back at Jensen’s doorstep, his whole body tingling, craving Jensen’s touch?
*****
After the second time, Jensen knew he’d call for him again. He still waited a week though, partially because he didn’t want to go broke when he paid daily, partially because he kinda felt bad for how they’d ended last time and he was afraid of facing Jared, mostly though, just because it made sense. Jared. Every Tuesday, eight p.m. And he needed some sense and stability to go with this.
And this time, he’d go at it differently. Dinner had been a mistake. The more time he spent with Jay, the easier it was to imagine he was his boyfriend, or at least a date on the best way of becoming the new boyfriend. The sex just made it worse. He’d tried to be dirty, really, he did. But it just felt so wrong. This was Jay, a sweet guy he’d just dined with. He just couldn’t switch from date-mode to filthy-ass-who-pays-for-sex.
And then it was so good. Best sex he’d have in… best sex ever. He couldn’t explain it. With Jay it was just different than ever before. Intimate. Open. He didn’t feel judged or worried about his performance, even though maybe he should, since Jay was by far his most experienced boyfriend yet.
His most experienced… whore. Not boyfriend. Not boyfriend. And he’d prove it today.
The doorbell rang, Jensen opened, Jay came up, friendly, yet guarded, smiling and greeting with “Hi”. Jensen closed the door, didn’t respond, couldn’t, not yet, thrust the four bills already in his hands at Jay, and waited till they were tucked away. Too long. Took too long.
Jensen fidgeted. The second the money was gone, Jensen pushed him up against the wall, kissing him deep and dirty. Jay let out a surprised yelp, but responded immediately. His hands pushed at Jensen’s shirt, but Jensen slapped them away with a growl. He captured both his wrists and pushed them up, pressing down hard. “Keep ‘em there.”
Jay just nodded obediently and Jensen grinned in triumph. Great. This was going great. He took a hold of Jay’s shirt and pushed it up. Halfway over his head he realized that this would not work. Jay had to move his hands. He didn’t though. Because Jensen had ordered him to.
“Off.” He shoved at the shirt irritated and Jay helped along, allowing him to finally get it over his head and throw it in the corner. Then the hands were back, pressed against the wall. Yes. “Good boy,” Jensen growled. “Good whore.” He’d have to keep reminding them.
Jay whimpered and strained his neck, searching out Jensen’s lips again. Jensen frowned and took a step back. Just because he could. And because kissing him was addictive. And close and intimate and they should have none of that. Instead, he made quick work of Jay’s jeans, pushing them down his long legs, watching them pool around his feet. His gaze wandered back up, lingering on his long, thick cock.
Licking his lips, Jensen had to ball his fingers into tight fists to restrain himself. No, he wouldn’t sink down to his knees and worship him. Because it was not his place to do. He tore his eyes away, looking straight into Jay’s instead. “You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you? Not able to waste time on boxers or other restricting shit.” He gently stroked Jay’s cock, watching him tremble. “Or do you just like the friction? Your pants rubbing up against your hot flesh, tugging, teasing.” He turned his hand and used his fingernails instead.
“Oh, fuck, Jensen!” Jay swallowed hard, his hands twitching. Jensen covered his wrists again, keeping him safely pinned and using the leverage to lean closer still, licking Jay’s neck. He was still teasing him, alternating between scratching and feathery touches with just the tips of his fingers.
“You love this, don’t you? Being at my mercy like this.” Another lick. Jay was breaking out into a sweat and he tasted salty. Jensen closed his eyes, still fighting the urge to taste other parts of his body. “My whore.” Just here for his enjoyment. Yep, he was.
Jay nodded. “Yours.”
Jensen’s eyes flew open. Oh fuck! This was bad, so bad. His plan was majorly backfiring. Now he wanted Jay even more. Not just for this. He wanted to hold him and keep him and yes, fuck dammit, his!
He squeezed Jay’s cock hard, then pulled back, separating their bodies, trying to get the upper hand back. “Turn around, bitch.”
At first Jay just gazed at him, eyes glazed over, mouth hanging slack, and Jensen wanted to kiss him so bad. And then take him to the bedroom and keep that look on his face for as long as possible. But then Jared showed mercy and turned, placing his hands back up against the wall, spreading his legs like the… like the paid whore he was.
Jensen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, unconsciously stepping in and nuzzling Jay’s neck. He inhaled deeply. “God, fuck.” Jensen shuddered and flicked out his tongue for a taste, his hands caressing Jay’s sides. And he was getting pulled in again, forgetting his mission. He sighed.
“You’re just too damn delectable.” He could do this all day. Touch and taste him, just be close, get wrapped up in Jay’s presence. But he shouldn’t. Wasn’t allowed to. Jensen groaned and bit him instead, then pulled back once again - and this was really getting harder and fucking harder each time. He fumbled for the lube and condom in his pocket, opening his pants and pulling the rubber on him first of all. Then he flipped open the cap and poured some lube onto his fingers. He briefly considered just slicking himself up and going at it, but no. Even if this was about establishing Jay’s status as nothing but a whore, he just couldn’t be that cruel.
“Tell me, Jay, are you ready for me?” He asked him as he carefully thrust in with two of his fingers. “Are you a good whore? Did you come prepared?” Jensen frowned when it seemed like Jay really did come prepared, since his fingers slipped in easy.
“’Course I did,” Jay huffed out, pushing back into his hand to make his point. “Just fuck me, Jen.”
Jensen hesitated though and added a third finger, aiming for Jay’s spot, delighted to hear his breath hitch when he succeeded.
”Come on, do it!” Jay was still pushing back and turned his head to look at him over his shoulder. “I need it. I need it bad.”
“Y..yeah?” Jensen scissored his fingers, still stalling.
“Oh yeah, Jen. I need to be fucked.“ He licked his lips. “I need you to fuck me. Just you, Jen.”
And deep down Jensen knew this was trained hooker talk, but it still hit home and his chest swelled again, filled with equal parts want and longing. “My whore,” he ground out and stepped in, his teeth once again latching onto Jay’s sensitive neck. He removed his fingers and slicked up his cock, then aligned it and thrust in deep.
“Yes!” Jay’s head dropped. “Hard, Jen. I need it deep and hard.”
Jensen started with deep, slow thrusts, allowing himself more time to enjoy it, to get the full picture. “You like this, Ja… whore? Being naked and exposed to me while I am still fully dressed?”
”Oh yeah,” Jay looked back again, grinning. “Just use me, Jen. I love being used by you.”
“Do you?” Jensen cocked his head and thrust especially hard. His hands were gripping Jay’s hips hard enough to bruise, but right now he didn’t care.
“Yes!” Jay thrust back just as hard. “I’m your whore, Jen. I need to be fucked.” He’d moved his hands further down the wall to get better leverage and Jensen wondered if maybe he should pin them back up, take some control away from him again. But that required letting go of him first, and he didn’t think he could do that now. He also kinda liked this. Jay this active. Made it easier to pretend he really meant what he was saying.
“Yes,” Jensen stared. “Because that’s all you’re…” But then his voice failed him and he shook his head. Oh, fuck this! Enough with the talking. He sped up his thrusts and forced his right hand to let go and wrap around Jay’s cock instead. He was still slightly lubed, so jerking him off was easy.
“Fuck, Jensen!” Jay squeezed down hard around his cock in reply and Jensen had to bite his cheek to not come right then and there.
“Ngh!” He sped up even more and bit back into his preferred spot on Jay’s neck, sure to leave a mark. He twisted his wrist and stroked his thumb over and around Jay’s sensitive head, intend on making him come first. It didn’t take long and Jay convulsed, clamping down around him once again and that was all it took for Jensen to let go as well.
He kept thrusting, riding out their orgasms together, both of them shuddering and twitching. When Jay keened out, he let go of his dick and slowed down all his movements until eventually he just rested there, against Jay’s back, both of them breathing hard.
Jensen closed his eyes to prolong the moment of peace, but, like before, reality came crashing down a lot sooner than he liked. “Shit.” He pulled back, his tongue soothing the now prominently red bite mark on Jay’s neck. “I’m sorry.” He blew on it.
Jay chuckled softly. “S’okay.” He turned his head with a slight shrug. “I wanted it.”
”Come on,” Jensen sighed and pulled out, noticing the marks on Jay’s hips with regret. Those might very well bruise up. “It’s over now, you don’t have to lie anymore.” And fuck! He stroked over Jay’s hips and saw him shudder again. Was it already hurting? He really had to pay him more! What was he thinking?
“Jensen.” Jay turned around and cupped his face. “I wasn’t. It’s okay.”
Jensen bit his lip. So much for establishing their status. This must have been the dumbest idea he’d ever had. And he couldn’t stand here and watch Jay make up excuses for his brutish behavior. “Do you like pizza?”
”What?” Jay dropped his hands and frowned amused.
“Now. Pizza. I could order some. I’m sorry I didn’t cook.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
Jay hesitated, then he shook his head. “No thanks. I’m good.” He looked down at himself and stepped back into his pants. “I really should go…” He hesitated again. “Unless you still want me for more?”
“Dinner?” He suggested with a smile.
“Sex.” Jared clarified. “More sex.”
Yes, right after dinner maybe they could crawl into bed together and… Jensen closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “No. No, not tonight.”
Jay nodded. “Is it okay if I clean up first?”
“Yes, sure!” Jensen quickly stepped back, then remembered that he should do the same. “Bathroom’s over there.” He pointed, then went into the kitchen himself to dispose of the condom and quickly clean himself with his small towel. Just as he had zipped his pants back up, Jay came out of the bathroom. He couldn’t have done more than wipe down with a washcloth and Jensen frowned. “You can take a shower, if you want.”
“Nah, thanks. I really should go.”
Jensen nodded and followed him back to the rest of his discarded clothes, watching him get dressed. Yes, he really should go, but Jensen just wanted him to stay. “You sure you’re not hungry?”
”Positive.” Jay didn’t even turn around. His hand was on the doorknob before Jensen could think of anything else, or before he could make his feet move, just get over there and grab him and kiss him and force him to stay. Cuff him to the chair if need be. But Jared just granted him one last, fleeting smile. “See you.” And with that he was out the door, firmly closing it behind him and leaving Jensen alone with his thoughts.
Mission failed. So fucking, completely failed.
*****
Jared’s mind was still reeling when he was on his way home that night. And he was glad he hadn’t booked anything else for the next few days yet, because Jensen had left marks. Another of these things he usually didn’t allow. Unless, of course, he was paid extra. Enough so he could afford to stay home and relax a few nights after. But, Jensen being Jensen, Jared really hadn’t minded at all.
Truth be told, he hadn’t come this hard in forever. It hadn’t been as soul-stripping intense as the last time, but for that it was just dirty as hell and charged up. As much as Jared had tried to play it like every other kinky gig, somehow with Jensen his words gained more truth and he wasn’t lying through his teeth and secretly rolling his eyes.
But Jensen? Really? This man was just so filled with surprises, Jared wouldn’t even twitch if the next time he’d stepped foot into his place, his whole family would either be waiting to greet him or maybe instead he’d be all dressed up in leather gear and wielding a whip for him. And the worst was, he might not even run away screaming, but enter happily. On both scenarios.
His stomach growled and he already regretted not staying for dinner. But he couldn’t. He might have never left. He couldn’t even look at Jensen anymore without getting weak in the knees. After three dates! Three sex dates he got paid for.
Maybe it was just that his last real relationship had been over three years ago and now he was just desperate. And Jensen was by far his most gorgeous client. And he treated him well. And maybe Sandy had made him watch Pretty Woman one too many times.
He sighed and took a deep breath, grateful for the cold wind blowing these days. The freeze woke him up and made him speed up, finally making his way home so he could take a long shower and wash Jensen off his mind.
*
Two days later he was in the park, walking Harley and Sadie, idly chatting with Sandy, who’d wrapped her arm around his and was just laughing heartily when a familiar face came running towards them. At first he thought he had finally snapped and started hallucinating, but when the man stopped, Jared realized he’d indeed walked right into Jensen out for a run. Perfect. He groaned.
“Jay!” Jensen smiled and removed the white plugs from his ears. He looked sweaty and exhausted and Jared wanted to drag him over behind the bushes and find out just how much action he was still capable of.
“Jensen.” Jared nodded politely, suddenly extremely aware of an amused Sandy hanging off his arm. “Hey.” Fuck!
“Hey.” Jensen crossed the final distance between them and his face faltered slightly.
Jared knew he was checking out Sandy, but he had no idea what to say. Was he even supposed to introduce them? Should he even stay and talk to Jensen at all? But Sandy made the choice for him.
“Hello!” She chirped and offered him her hand. “I’m Sandy.”
Jensen took it, smile back in place. “Jensen. Nice to meet you.”
Sandy’s eyes grew wide and she grinned, elbowing Jared in the side. What the fuck? He glared at her. Sandy’s grin just grew. “You’re one of his clients, right?”
Jared coughed and Jensen’s face froze. “Y..yeah,” he was able to answer after an awkward silence. Jared himself was still struck into silence. This was so not happening.
“Thought so.” She nodded. “I hope he did a good job?”
In any other situation, Jensen’s face right now would have been pricelessly funny. But as it was, Jared felt just as awkward and panic-stricken. His whole life was about to start falling apart right in front of him.
“Yeah?” Jensen scratched the back of his head.
“Satisfy your every need?”
Oh hell, she had not! Jared was beet red and Jensen just paled. “Sandy!” Jared found his voice back, although it was just a high-pitched hiss.
“What?” She shrugged innocently and looked up at him. “That’s your motto, isn’t it?”
Now it was Jensen’s turn to cough.
“That’s the motto of the catering company, Sandy.” And right now Jared regretted deeply ever thinking this was a good private joke, back when he’d embellished his story some more. “And you know, I only served at one of his dinner parties. I’m surprised he even recognized me.” Jared gave Jensen a pointed look. Please don’t blow my cover, please don’t blow my cover.
Jensen frowned, but seemed to recover quickly. “Sure I remember you. You were the, uh, best server I ever… hired.” Somehow he sounded sad as he said that, but Sandy didn’t seem to notice.
“See, Jared?” She beamed at him. “I knew you must do a great job, judging by all the tips you always end up with.”
And now Jared really didn’t know what to say to that. Thankfully his two dogs chose that time to come back and investigate the hold-up. Harley nudged his leg while Sadie immediately trotted to Jensen and sniffed him. “Sadie, back here, girl!”
But Jensen had already reached down to pet her. “Hey there, Sadie.”
Jared felt himself relax when Sadie barked once, her tail happily wagging as Jensen continued to pet her. Even Harley crept closer to inspect Jensen. This was unusual, normally he was super shy around strangers.
“This is Harley,” Sandy jumped in again. “Jared saved his life.”
“Sandy!” Why the hell was she telling Jensen?
“Oh, really?” Jensen smiled and kneeled down to pet the other dog. Jared watched in amazement as Harley let him. Even Sandy frowned.
“That’s weird. He always shies away from strangers.”
Jensen beamed and Jared once again cursed Sandy for her big mouth. “What’s his story?” Jensen asked.
“His previous owners abused him badly.” Sandy’s face scrunched up in disgust. “It was… They were really awful people and I wish them all the worst.”
”Sandy…” Jared sighed, pulling her closer. She still got worked up over this. Not like Jared himself didn’t want to see them hurt as well though. Or better yet, be personally responsible for a little of their pain.
“Oh hush, Jared. You know how he looked!” Sandy sniffed and Jensen looked up concerned, then back down at the dogs, petting them both even more affectionately.
Jared’s heart almost stopped.
“Anyways,” Sandy shook her whole body to brush it off, then continued. “He needed extensive care and surgeries, but we didn’t have enough money to pay for them and shelter policy said we had to put him down.”
“Aw, damn!” Jensen looked up in shock.
“But Jared here, he’s such a saint. He took on this waiting job and paid for all of it. And it’s like Harley knew, because ever since he keeps following him around everywhere.” Sandy smiled. “He still needs the meds and special care, so it’s unlikely we find a new owner for him. I doubt either of the two would ever get happy again if you ripped them apart.” She nudged Jared again and he shrugged awkwardly. She was right though, he’d never let Harley out of his sight for too long. It was bad enough he had to stay at the shelter at nights because his landlord wouldn’t allow dogs and he couldn’t afford to move.
“Wow.” Jensen straightened back up. “So you work at an animal shelter?”
”Yes, that’s where we met.” She nodded and squeezed her body tight against Jared’s. “I’ve always worked there and Jared just showed up one day, offering to volunteer. I just wish we could have hired him, too.” She sighed. “But the shelter just can’t afford it, so he had to take that crappy job busting tables.” Sandy froze. “Err, not like it wasn’t fun for him to serve at your party, Jensen.”
Jensen smiled at her and shook his head. “Don’t worry, I understand what you mean.” He scratched the back of his head again. “I wish he wouldn’t have had to take that crappy job, either.”
Sandy laughed delighted. “Hey, but then he wouldn’t have met you.”
Jensen quirked an eyebrow. “I guess.”
Jared used the resounding short silence to finally plan his exit. “Well, it’s about time we get going though.” It’s been nothing but awkward, now let’s just all move on and never speak of this again.
“Alright then,” Jensen nodded and reached for his earplugs. “It was nice meeting you, Sandy.” He shook her hand again, then looked back at the dogs. “And nice meeting you two as well.”
Sandy giggled. “Likewise, Jensen. It was nice to finally put a face to the name.”
And just when he thought this couldn’t get any worse.
“He talked about me?” Jensen, of course, had to ask, because Jared was shit out of luck today.
Sandy leaned over conspiratorially. “Only to the dogs. But that means you must have made a huge impression on him.” She winked. “When I caught him and asked, all he admitted was that you were a client.”
Jensen looked straight at him and Jared quickly had to look away, his face suddenly burning up again. “Oh, really?”
“So you gonna hire him again?” Sandy asked hopefully. “Assuming of course you’ll have another party.”
”Oh, of course.” Jensen nodded. “I lately find myself having… dinner parties quite regularly.”
“Wonderful!” She beamed and nudged Jared once again. “Isn’t that wonderful news, Jared?”
“Splendid.” He was still looking at the ground.
“So, I’ll see you next week then, Jared?” Jensen left the question hang in the air as if unsure and Jared was forced to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, sure.” He forced a smile, if only for Sandy. “Same time, same place?” And this wasn’t a question, but Jensen nodded anyways. He didn’t say anything else, just gave a cordial nod and finally replugged his ears, then he was off in the opposite direction.
Jared heaved a deep sigh and closed his eyes. He didn’t have long to relax though, because Sandy whacked him over the head. “Ow!” He pouted and rubbed the sore spot. “What the hell, Sandy?”
”What the hell, Jared?” She gave him a look. “You’ve barely spoken two words to this guy and he was so nice to us.”
“He’s my… he’s my client.” Jared huffed. “You didn’t have to tell him my damn life story. Geeze!”
”I thought I’d help you along.” She shrugged innocently. “And hey, if anything, I’m sure you’ll get an even better tip now next time.” She smirked.
Jared rubbed his temples. Oh, the pain. But he couldn’t blame her, she didn’t know the whole story. Hell, she didn’t even know half of it.
“God, it must be super hard working for him,” Sandy continued and picked up their walk again, dragging him along. “He’s so drop-dead gorgeous! I’d be distracted the whole time and probably get fired for ogling the boss.” She chuckled and nudged him, but Jared really, really wanted this conversation to be over now. Yes, please? Thank you.
“Just drop it, Sandy,” he told her in his iciest voice.
“Just saying.” She winked, but then apparently decided to take some mercy on him, because she didn’t prod any further. But Jared knew Sandy. She was just biding her time now, waiting for the right moment to pounce again. And he wouldn’t be surprised if he found her in his apartment next Tuesday, when he got home from his next “gig”.
Swell. But at least now he could spend the next few days thinking of a good story to tell her then and maybe obsess about what might actually happen a little less.
continued here
But for now, have the epic first. ;) Finally!
Title: Heart Not Included
Author: Vera
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Word Count: 17,998
Warnings: Hooker!fic, d/s, schmoop
Summary: One lonely evening, Jensen decides to hire a hooker. When Jared arrives, it doesn’t turn into what either of them expected.
Author’s Note: This was written for whenboymeetsboy and is loosely based on the movie 200 American. I didn’t stay very close to the original story though. *coughs*
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Jensen roamed around his apartment restlessly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt quite as… he’d like to say ‘nervous’, but this was beyond nervousness. He just felt sick. Dread and excitement all at once. And guilty. Fuck, he felt guilty! And he hadn’t even done anything yet, just called. If he showed up, he could still refuse to open the door and tell the guy to leave again. Or maybe not say anything at all, just shut off the lights and pretend he wasn’t home. That would work!
He stormed to his light switch and just as he was about to flip it, his doorbell rang. “Oh, jesus!” He jumped, completely startled, but his body went on auto-pilot and he pressed the buzzer to open the front door without even thinking about it. “Ah, fuck!” What was wrong with him? But he could still keep his apartment door closed… Would make him a complete douche, but he could live with that, right?
A short time later, there was a knock on said door. He slowly crept towards it and risked a glance through the spy hole - and then his heart stopped. The guy on the other side of the door was just breathtakingly gorgeous. Tall, was the adjective coming to mind first. He wore tight-fitting jeans and a plain white T-shirt, maybe a number too small, but fuck if it didn’t do it for Jensen. It showed off the clearly defined, but not too pumped up muscles, which, damn, was good. But what really, really got to Jensen, was the innocence the guy emitted. Shaggy hair falling into his face, gentle, brown eyes, his hands stuffed into his pants pockets. He seemed just as nervous as Jensen felt.
“Uh, hello?” The guy called out and then knocked again and Jensen opened. Because he couldn’t not open.
“Uh, yeah, hi.” Jensen scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry, I was just…” staring. Dammit.
“It’s okay,” the guy smiled friendly. “Hi.” He shuffled his feet and gave Jensen an expectant look.
“Come in. Right. Come in.” Jensen bit his lip before stepping aside to let him enter. After he’d closed the door, they both stood there in the hallway, looking at each other.
The guy smiled again. “First time?”
Jensen frowned, slightly offended. “Shit, no, my first time was…” then he realized what he was getting at, blushed, and quickly rectified. “Yes! Uhm, yes, first time, for, uh… this.”
Chuckling, the stranger nodded. “Yeah, I figured.” He passed his hand through his hair and Jensen itched to do the same. Find out if it felt as soft as it looked. “So, uhm, usually it’s money first?”
”Huh?” Jensen was dumbstruck once again, then slapped his forehead. “Yes! Yes, right. Sorry.” He shook his head. “God, sorry. I… I know.” He didn’t, obviously, but he’d figured as much. He pulled out his wallet. “How… how much?” God this felt weird.
“Depends on what you want.” Jensen just stared at that and the guy smiled again. “Blowjob’s seventy, 200 for the full experience.” He winked, then cocked his head. “Unless you want something special? For 300 you could…”
“No!” Jensen blushed. “No, nothing special.” He didn’t even want to hear it. It just felt too wrong. This… this nice guy offering up… shit. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. “Listen, maybe…” but he didn’t get to finish his sentence, because the guy chose that moment to just lean in and kiss Jensen.
At first he was too stunned to react, but the guy was insistent and didn’t give up, until Jensen responded, opened his mouth and they shared a kiss that left him breathless. And unable to claim this was a mistake anymore, because now he just couldn’t let him walk away again. It would cause him physical pain.
“Sorry.” The guy chuckled and licked his lips. Jensen groaned, about to lean back in, but the guy took a step back. “Just couldn’t resist.”
Well, hell, Jensen surely wasn’t complaining. He blushed and quickly opened his wallet, counting up $200 and handing them over to the guy, who just stuffed them into his back pocket without counting, but with a small smile on his lips.
Jensen smiled back and closed the distance between them for another kiss. His hands came up to tangle in the guy’s shaggy hair and yes, it was just as soft as it looked. He moaned, all doubts he had before falling away from him. And now that the money part was out of the way, it was easy to just get lost in it and pretend he didn’t just pay for sex.
Maybe they met at the supermarket. Yeah, that would work. Jensen smiled against his lips and started backing him up towards the bedroom, all the while never fully breaking the kiss, except for when he needed to catch a breath or look for directions. So, supermarket… Jensen frowned when they were in the doorframe and pulled back. Something was wrong with his story. “Hey, what’s your name?” He blushed once again and quickly added. “Sorry for not asking right away.” Shit, he must seem like such a rude asshole. But he didn’t know about the etiquette of all this.
The guy just chuckled again though. If he thought any bad of Jensen, he didn’t let it show. “Jason. My name’s Jason.”
“Jensen,” he replied, held out his hand, then realized how dumb that was now and pulled it quickly back to scratch his neck. “Uhm.”
The guy - Jason - laughed. “Pleased to meet you, Jensen.” And there was just something about the way he pronounced his name that had Jensen shiver in pleasure. He leaned back in, slowly licking over Jason’s lips until he opened, then he suckled on his bottom lip, taking his time now, trying to make up for the botched introduction.
It seemed to be working, because Jason moaned, his hands clutched to Jensen’s shirt. When Jensen deepened the kiss, Jason started unbuttoning his shirt and then wasted no time in ridding Jensen of it. And before he could even blink, his pants were unbuttoned and pooled around his ankles.
Jensen kicked off his shoes on his way to the bed, almost falling and toppling over Jason, who was like a brick wall holding him up though. A nice, soft brick wall he wouldn’t mind falling against some more. After he’d stepped out of his pants, Jason pushed him back and took his time looking Jensen up and down, making him blush yet again. He briefly wondered if his face ever got his normal color back tonight.
“Fuck,” Jason shook his head. “You’re gorgeous.”
Jensen bit his lip, slightly uncomfortable standing here only in his black boxer briefs with his… his hooker still fully dressed. He shrugged, never good with compliments. “I don’t know much, but isn’t this supposed to go the other way around?” He asked. “You undress for me and I leer at you and call you all kinds of filthy things?”
Jason cocked his head. “You could always get dressed again and we can play it your way. I just thought…”
”No, fuck!” Jensen laughed nervously. “It’s fine. You don’t… I was just kidding. You don’t have to, uh, wait for my…” He broke off. “Shit, can we just… both get naked and get on with this?” He blushed a deep crimson at his words. That didn’t come out just like he intended to.
But once again, Jason just laughed. “Sounds like a good plan.” He gave Jensen a push and made him fall onto the bed. After a brief moment of confusion, Jensen sat up and as soon as their eyes met, Jason took a hold of his shirt and pulled it over his head, his stomach muscles rippling as he did so. Jensen couldn’t suppress a needy moan and Jason smirked at him before he slowly opened his jeans and then shimmied out of them. He hadn’t bothered with underwear and Jensen let out another moan and bit his lip.
“God damn!” He let his eyes wander and lingered on Jason’s cock, already hard and standing proud, curling up against his stomach. It made him feel like Jason really wanted him, like he wasn’t just here because Jensen paid him to be.
“I take it you approve?” Jason cocked his hips.
Jensen nodded and licked his lips. “Come here,” he beckoned, suddenly feeling bolder. Jason did as he was told but as soon as he was close, he started to drop onto his knees. Jensen wouldn’t have that. “No!” He grabbed his shoulders to stop him and Jason frowned, but then stood back up. “Yes. Just… stay.”
He reached behind, cupping Jason’s ass and pulling him forward just a few more inches, just until he was right in his face and Jensen could inhale his scent. Another moan and then his tongue came out for a first taste. Jason shuddered and quickly held onto Jensen’s shoulders to steady himself. Yes. It was all too easy to pretend he really wanted this, that Jensen was giving him a good time.
Another teasing lick, then Jensen closed his lips around the head and swivelled his tongue around, gathering up as much pre-come as he could before he closed his eyes and swallowed. God damn, had he missed this! It had been way too long.
“Jensen…” Jason moaned and shivered again, clawing at Jensen’s shoulders after he’d started sucking and moving down, down, down before he slid back up quickly. “Oh fuck!” One hand found its way into Jensen’s hair and gripped tightly, and Jensen smiled in triumph before he repeated his action. It was quite a challenge though, because Jason was huge and Jensen failed to swallow him whole. Yet. He just knew that with a little practise…
But what was he thinking? This wasn’t the start of a beautiful relationship. But damn, his brain was just too easily fooled. Maybe… maybe if he made it really good, Jason would… Jensen frowned at himself and pulled off abruptly.
It caused Jason to almost lose his balance and topple over and he whined in frustration. “Jensen!”
“Down.” Jensen didn’t dare look him in the eye, but he had to get the upper hand. If he couldn’t even control a hooker, then he was truly lost.
Jason fell to his knees and when Jensen finally peaked, he was greeted by a fully dazed and confused, yet pliant Jason, whose arms now rested on his knees, slowly pulling them apart. “May I?” He asked and Jensen just about lost it right there.
He nodded again, then thought better of it and added a clear demand. “You better suck me down good, whore.” Jensen flinched. Okay, he wasn’t gonna whip out the porn dialogue and felt immediately guilty, but Jason just groaned and answered him with “Yes, sir!” and his bad conscience vanished the second Jason’s lips touched his cock.
Jason mirrored Jensen’s actions from earlier, sucking good, just he never slid further down than half his length and the part of Jensen’s brain that was still functioning had to give him credit for playing along so well. He just knew he was doing that on purpose.
“I said suck it, bitch.” He grabbed Jason’s hair and forced his cock deeper down until he could feel throat muscles contract around him. “Fuck, yeah! You like this, don’t you? Me forcing you to take my cock, take it all the way.” Okay, he really had no idea where all of this was coming from, but hearing Jason whimper every time he insulted him was giving Jensen such a rush!
He pulled Jason off of him and then pushed him back until he landed on his ass. Jensen wasted no time and stood up, grabbing Jason’s head with one hand and his cock with the other, before he fed his cock to him, going slow at first, enjoying the feel of Jason’s throat opening up for him, letting him in until he could go no further, until his balls slapped against Jason’s chin.
Then he just watched him, watched his eyes water. “That’s it, choke on my cock, you filthy whore.” Jensen enjoyed his newfound power way too much and after he finally pulled back out, he didn’t give Jason any time to recover before he thrust back in, grabbing his head with both hands to hold him still while he fucked his mouth in earnest. More filth spilled from his lips and it didn’t take too long before he was coming down Jason’s throat, a rough “Swallow!” all the warning he was ready to give.
Stars exploded in front of his eyes and he pushed Jason away roughly before falling back down on the bed, panting hard, lost in the sensations. Sadly though, reality came crashing down on him soon enough. And it crashed down hard.
“Oh… oh fuck!” He paled and sat back up, staring at Jason with remorse in his eyes. Jason, who was just licking his used, swollen lips, looking nothing if not debauched and horny. “I’m so sorry!”
Jason frowned. “Why?” He got back on his knees and slowly crawled towards Jensen, a sly smile on his face.
“Jeez, stop!” Jensen held out his hand, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He felt sick. And he should. Shit, he was such a sick fuck! Jason stopped, his smile faltering. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have made you swallow!” Jensen bit his lip. “I know we didn’t talk about this, but I’m pretty sure that’s not...” He shrugged helplessly. That couldn’t have been ‘on the menu’.
“Jensen…” Jason sat back down on his heels, paling a little himself, as if he’d only just realized what had happened. “It’s… it’s okay,” he replied after a moment. “I wanted to.”
“But…”
“Jensen.” Jason smiled and placed a hand down on top of Jensen’s knee. It felt soothing. “No, it’s not usually something I would do, especially not with a new customer, but believe me when I say, if I hadn’t wanted this, you couldn’t have forced me to.”
“But I kinda did!” Jensen offered helplessly.
But Jason just laughed and stood up, rising to his full height and flexing his muscles for extra effect. “Really, Jensen? You really think you could force me to do anything?”
Jensen bit his lip but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his face. “Okay, I get your point.” Relief flooded through him, although he still felt kinda bad. “About what I said…”He looked away, but Jason cupped his cheek and made him turn back around.
“That was filthy hot.” Jason winked.
“Yeah?”
”Yeah.” He leaned down for a kiss and when Jensen opened his lips and Jason’s tongue entered, slow, he could still taste himself and his cock peaked back to life. “I have one request though…” Jason broke the kiss.
“Anything,” Jensen was quick to offer.
“Whatever you want to call me is fine…” Jason smirked against his lips. “But if you want to use my name… could you… could you maybe call me Jay?”
“Don’t much like your full name, do you?” Jensen had to smile at the odd request.
“Not with you, I don’t” Jason… Jay replied cryptically and Jensen nodded.
“I can do that, Jay.” Jensen gave him a quick kiss. “If you do one thing for me.”
“What’s that, Jen?”
Jensen’s chest flooded with warmth. They were on nickname basis now. If only this wasn’t a one-time business deal. He smiled sadly. “Promise me you won’t do anything you don’t want to? With me?”
Jay snorted and Jensen realized how odd his request must be, since he was paying for this. Paying. He had to keep reminding himself.
“Just promise me, okay?” Jensen prodded and Jay finally smiled.
“Okay, Jen-sen,” he sing-songed his name. “I promise.”
“Good, because if now you’d rather…”
“Jensen?” Jay placed a finger over his lips. “Shush.” He pushed at Jensen’s chest, straddling him now that he was lying flat on the bed. They were kissing again, both of them grinning against the other’s lips, until Jay pulled away again, cocking his head. “Unless you want to spill more filth.” He winked.
Jensen laughed and pulled his mouth back down to his, fully intend on making the best out of this. Since it was a one-time thing. Yeah.
*
He lasted a week before he called again.
*****
Jared’s finger hovered over the doorbell, right where it had been for a good five minutes now. He just wasn’t ready yet. He needed to school himself, to get rid of the silly giddiness he had felt ever since he was told about his second booking by Jensen.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but Jensen made him break all of his rules, just by… being Jensen. He’d kissed him before he was even paid, for starters. And kissing was something he usually avoided. Most of his clients didn’t care anyways. But Jensen… Jensen’s lips… He just couldn’t help it. And god, he’d looked so damn adorable, all nervous and clueless.
But if only it had stopped there. No, he swallowed. He didn’t even fucking start a damn blowjob without rubber. If Jensen hadn’t been the first to reach for a condom and roll it over when they finally fucked, Jared wasn’t sure what had happened. He’d just lost it.
He asked him to call him Jay, for fuck’s sake! And if it wouldn’t have been so awkward, he’d have just blurted out his full real name, too. At least a Jason might be called Jay as well. Jared wondered if that was why he’d chosen it back then. He never really thought about it. He never needed to. Until now.
Jared checked his watch. Three minutes late. His finger pressed down before he even knew it. He couldn’t make Jensen wait. He’d think Jared didn’t want to come.
Good lord, was he fucked. So well and truly fucked.
The buzzer sounded and Jared jumped, pushed open the door and ran up the steps to Jensen’s apartment, breathless when he knocked.
Jensen greeted him with a bright smile. He was all dressed-up today, black khakis and a red button-down dress shirt. Jared swallowed, feeling slightly underdressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt. But hey, not like the clothes would stay on for too long.
“Hey,” Jensen stepped back a little but Jared didn’t enter yet. Couldn’t.
”He… hey.” Jared panted and Jensen raised an eyebrow.
“You ran up here?”
Jared blushed but covered it with a laugh. “Gotta… gotta take my exercise where I can get it. You know, keep the body in shape and all.”
”Right.” Jensen nodded. “Since it’s your asset and...” Jensen’s eyes grew wide and he covered his mouth. “Uhm, I mean… shit… come… come in.”
Jared closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Could he be any more adorable? God damn!
”I’m sorry.” Jensen passed a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Jared finally entered and closed the door behind him, then quickly turned and backed Jensen up against it, kissing him into silence. Those supple lips moved against his and he couldn’t suppress a groan. Sadly he had to break off all too soon, because he was still kinda out of breath. “You didn’t.” He smiled and rubbed his thumb over Jensen’s bottom lip. Jensen whimpered and Jared bit his lip. So much for not making all the same mistakes all over again.
With a shy smile, Jensen pulled away and reached into his back-pocket to pull out his wallet. He must have already prepared, because he reached in without even looking and handed Jared a wad of bills.
Jared would never count in front of Jensen, but he could clearly see that it was six bills. Fifties. A fresh wave of giddiness rolled over him. “A special, huh? You already know what you want?” With any luck it would be something so disgusting, he could decline and get out of here and leave Jensen behind. Regain his sanity.
“Uhm…” Jensen blushed. “Uhm, maybe like last time?” Jared’s heart dropped. Shit, he knew where this was going. Bare-backing. But before he could turn around, Jensen clarified. “The, uh, the talking?” Jensen scratched the back of his head.
Jared burst out laughing. “Seriously, Jen?” He could see Jensen’s face fall and his blush grow, but Jared couldn’t stop his relief. “Dude, you don’t need to pay me extra for that. That’s not a ‘special’.” He plucked two of the bills and handed them back.
“No, keep it!” Jensen shook his head. “I also want, uh…”
His laugh stopped and Jared raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
”Dinner? Maybe?”
Jared gaped. Dinner? What the hell? “You want me to cook it naked or something?” He’d heard about those Japanese naked dinners, where people got decorated with food. Maybe something like that? Jensen definitely seemed sophisticated enough for that kinda crap.
“No, shit!” Now it was Jensen’s turn to laugh. “I want you to have dinner with me. If you’re hungry, that is?” He cocked his head questioningly.
“Heck, I’m always hungry.” Jared rubbed his belly, then realized with anyone but Jensen, this could have been a very suggestive response. But Jensen just grinned, his eyes crinkling. And wasn’t he just adorable?
“Good. Because I’ve already cooked.” He started walking off and Jared quickly stuffed the bills into his pockets and then followed him into the kitchen, where a table was already set and something smelled just amazing.
“You know, this still doesn’t qualify as an extra.” Jared smirked and sat down in the chair Jensen pointed to. “And if this tastes just as good as it smells, I should probably be paying you.” He leaned up, trying to peek into the main kitchen area to find out just what it was.
Jensen laughed and brought over a pan with two delicious looking steaks. “Uh, hope you’re not a vegetarian?”
”I look like I’m vegetarian?” Jared puffed out his chest and was rewarded with another laugh from Jensen.
“Good point.” Jensen winked and served their steaks, then came back with potatoes and mushrooms.
When everything was dished out and Jensen took his seat opposite him, Jared inhaled deeply. “Seriously, this smells so good!”
Jensen blushed and looked down. “Eat.” He bit his lip and cut his steak without ever looking back up. Jared shook his head. Really, he couldn’t be more adorable if he tried.
After his first taste, Jared wanted to run. Because this man was just too god damn perfect. “Fuck, I really should be paying you.”
Although Jensen’s blush deepened, he finally met his eyes again. “Can always repay me in kind.” Jared smirked in response, but Jensen once again paled. “But it’s not required!”
He really was the shiest client Jared’s ever had. He covered Jensen’s hand with his and caressed him with his thumb. “But I want to.”
Jensen’s lips twitched around a smirk. “Eat then. You’ll, uh, need the strength.” And with that he looked back down at the table.
Jared chuckled. “Yes, sir.” He squeezed Jensen’s hand one last time before he picked up his cutlery and dug in. Jensen was quietly eating as well and Jared wrecked his head trying to come up with an innocuous topic. He almost slapped his forehead when he found it. “Where’d you learn how to cook like that?”
Jensen looked up with a bright smile and happily told him all about first moving into this place, spoiled by his mother’s cooking, unable to enjoy ready-made single meals, and how he’d then picked up his first cookbook and then another and another, learning it all by trial and error. And TV shows.
When they were done, Jared helped Jensen cleaning the table. Now they were standing next to each other, both leaning against the sink. Jared bumped hips and Jensen smiled. “Do you want coffee?”
Yeah, he’d go for a cup, but he also knew that it was time to get down to business. “No, thank you.” Jared shook his head.
“Maybe a tea, then? Dessert? I could make you some…” Jensen started off for the fridge, but Jared gently stopped him.
“Jensen.” He waited till he’d turned around. “What do you want?” And then Jared gave him his best devoted look, glancing at him from under his bangs.
Jensen gulped. “Uhm…”
“Tell me, Jen.” Jared grabbed him by his shirt lapels and leaned close enough to kiss, but didn’t. “Tell me what you want.” He could feel Jensen lean closer, but Jared leaned away before their lips met.
Jensen let out a frustrated whine when Jared used his strength to keep him just a breath away. “Kiss me,” he finally whispered and Jared gladly let go.
It started out soft and Jared considered pulling away until Jensen would give him a better command, tell him to deepen the kiss, but now that would just be cruel. To the both of them. After they broke of, Jared decided to push it a little. “Where do you want me, sir?”
”Bedroom.” Jensen didn’t even think about it and Jared smirked and followed.
Once inside, Jared waited for instructions again. “Shall I undress for you, sir?” Jensen’s lips twitched and Jared’s confidence faltered. “Do you like it when I call you sir?”
“Err, not really,” Jensen confessed and passed his hand through his hair.
Jared raised an eyebrow. Okay, first time for everything. “Master, then?”
This time Jensen flat out laughed.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Jared mumbled, suddenly embarrassed. And why would he get embarrassed over something like this? God dammit!
“I’m sorry…” Jensen wiped at his eyes. “It’s just…” He laughed again and Jared rolled his eyes. Why did he have to be so adorable? He could feel his discomfort melting and allowed himself a small smile as well. “Sorry,” Jensen repeated, when he had finally calmed down. “Do you want to call me master?” His eyes twinkled when he asked, and Jared was sure that this wasn’t all part of a game and he’d fail if he said no.
But still, he couldn’t be certain. And how was he supposed to answer that, anyways? “Jensen, this is your show. What do you want?” There, easy way out.
“Jen is fine.” He shrugged a little.
“Alright, Jen.” Jared resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Do you still want me to take off my clothes?”
Jensen nodded, but when Jared didn’t immediately jump into action, he added, “Take ‘em off.”
So far, so good. Jared, contradictory to all his usual stints, undressed as sloppy and unsexy as possible, because if Jensen wanted anything else, he’d have to ask for it. Granted, Jared was only 50% sure that this was what Jensen wanted, but was just too afraid to act out. The other 50% of him just selfishly wanted to hear Jensen’s voice get deeper, huskier, as he rasped commands at him. Just like last time.
Jensen, however, didn’t say anything, just watched. When Jared was naked, he nodded. “Good.” He nodded again. “Good. You’re just so damn hot.” He slowly stepped closer. “You know, I could order you to do a little dance for me now and you’d do it, wouldn’t you, Jay?”
Jared’s face fell. Well, fuck. “Anything you say, Jen.” Shit, was he serious? He started moving a little, swinging his hips, right up until Jensen laughed again. That bastard!
“I didn’t say you should.” He was close enough to touch now and placed his hand on Jared’s shoulder. “Sorry.” He bit his lip and if Jared didn’t feel so humiliated, he’d almost believe him. “But hey, you started this!” Jensen shrugged innocently.
“Alright, your game.” He huffed, but placed his hands on Jensen’s hips, pulling him in.
“Take off my shirt.”
Jared did, his fingers fumbling with the buttons, and he cursed himself for being so off his game tonight. Damn that Jensen. Damn him! Him and his chiselled chest and soft skin and… and his clients never looked like that. What was wrong with him?
Jensen stepped out of his shoes and wrapped his arms around Jared’s neck, nuzzling his chin before he whispered his next command. “Pants. And boxers.” After they were both naked, Jensen just looked at him. Not his body, or certain parts of his anatomy, he just held his eyes for the longest time, and Jared found himself unable to look away.
He gulped, not used to this intensity. Jensen’s eyes… such an unusual green. “Jen…” He started, unsure of what he’d say, but before he could make up his mind, Jensen was there, kissing him deep and hungry, their bodies now close together, cocks touching, hands roaming, caressing, tugging at hair, scratching, holding on. Before he knew it, they were stumbling towards the bed and the rest was a blur of lips and touches, long looks, sweaty limbs, whispered words. No more commands though, and no games. It was just the best, the most intense sex Jared had had in a long time.
And when it was over and Jensen mumbled, “A whore. You’re a whore. And I’m paying you. I fucking paid you for that. Fuck!” Jared knew it was time to go. Thankfully Jensen retreated to the bathroom and Jared quickly stepped into his pants, grabbed the rest of his clothes, buttoned them up on his way out and only allowed himself to breathe and pull on the rest of his clothes when the door was safely closed behind him.
He felt dirty. Inside and out. This had been a mistake. He’d not come back again. Jensen had to get someone else for his sick games. Jared wouldn’t come out of this unscathed.
*
So why was it, that a week later, Jared found himself back at Jensen’s doorstep, his whole body tingling, craving Jensen’s touch?
*****
After the second time, Jensen knew he’d call for him again. He still waited a week though, partially because he didn’t want to go broke when he paid daily, partially because he kinda felt bad for how they’d ended last time and he was afraid of facing Jared, mostly though, just because it made sense. Jared. Every Tuesday, eight p.m. And he needed some sense and stability to go with this.
And this time, he’d go at it differently. Dinner had been a mistake. The more time he spent with Jay, the easier it was to imagine he was his boyfriend, or at least a date on the best way of becoming the new boyfriend. The sex just made it worse. He’d tried to be dirty, really, he did. But it just felt so wrong. This was Jay, a sweet guy he’d just dined with. He just couldn’t switch from date-mode to filthy-ass-who-pays-for-sex.
And then it was so good. Best sex he’d have in… best sex ever. He couldn’t explain it. With Jay it was just different than ever before. Intimate. Open. He didn’t feel judged or worried about his performance, even though maybe he should, since Jay was by far his most experienced boyfriend yet.
His most experienced… whore. Not boyfriend. Not boyfriend. And he’d prove it today.
The doorbell rang, Jensen opened, Jay came up, friendly, yet guarded, smiling and greeting with “Hi”. Jensen closed the door, didn’t respond, couldn’t, not yet, thrust the four bills already in his hands at Jay, and waited till they were tucked away. Too long. Took too long.
Jensen fidgeted. The second the money was gone, Jensen pushed him up against the wall, kissing him deep and dirty. Jay let out a surprised yelp, but responded immediately. His hands pushed at Jensen’s shirt, but Jensen slapped them away with a growl. He captured both his wrists and pushed them up, pressing down hard. “Keep ‘em there.”
Jay just nodded obediently and Jensen grinned in triumph. Great. This was going great. He took a hold of Jay’s shirt and pushed it up. Halfway over his head he realized that this would not work. Jay had to move his hands. He didn’t though. Because Jensen had ordered him to.
“Off.” He shoved at the shirt irritated and Jay helped along, allowing him to finally get it over his head and throw it in the corner. Then the hands were back, pressed against the wall. Yes. “Good boy,” Jensen growled. “Good whore.” He’d have to keep reminding them.
Jay whimpered and strained his neck, searching out Jensen’s lips again. Jensen frowned and took a step back. Just because he could. And because kissing him was addictive. And close and intimate and they should have none of that. Instead, he made quick work of Jay’s jeans, pushing them down his long legs, watching them pool around his feet. His gaze wandered back up, lingering on his long, thick cock.
Licking his lips, Jensen had to ball his fingers into tight fists to restrain himself. No, he wouldn’t sink down to his knees and worship him. Because it was not his place to do. He tore his eyes away, looking straight into Jay’s instead. “You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you? Not able to waste time on boxers or other restricting shit.” He gently stroked Jay’s cock, watching him tremble. “Or do you just like the friction? Your pants rubbing up against your hot flesh, tugging, teasing.” He turned his hand and used his fingernails instead.
“Oh, fuck, Jensen!” Jay swallowed hard, his hands twitching. Jensen covered his wrists again, keeping him safely pinned and using the leverage to lean closer still, licking Jay’s neck. He was still teasing him, alternating between scratching and feathery touches with just the tips of his fingers.
“You love this, don’t you? Being at my mercy like this.” Another lick. Jay was breaking out into a sweat and he tasted salty. Jensen closed his eyes, still fighting the urge to taste other parts of his body. “My whore.” Just here for his enjoyment. Yep, he was.
Jay nodded. “Yours.”
Jensen’s eyes flew open. Oh fuck! This was bad, so bad. His plan was majorly backfiring. Now he wanted Jay even more. Not just for this. He wanted to hold him and keep him and yes, fuck dammit, his!
He squeezed Jay’s cock hard, then pulled back, separating their bodies, trying to get the upper hand back. “Turn around, bitch.”
At first Jay just gazed at him, eyes glazed over, mouth hanging slack, and Jensen wanted to kiss him so bad. And then take him to the bedroom and keep that look on his face for as long as possible. But then Jared showed mercy and turned, placing his hands back up against the wall, spreading his legs like the… like the paid whore he was.
Jensen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, unconsciously stepping in and nuzzling Jay’s neck. He inhaled deeply. “God, fuck.” Jensen shuddered and flicked out his tongue for a taste, his hands caressing Jay’s sides. And he was getting pulled in again, forgetting his mission. He sighed.
“You’re just too damn delectable.” He could do this all day. Touch and taste him, just be close, get wrapped up in Jay’s presence. But he shouldn’t. Wasn’t allowed to. Jensen groaned and bit him instead, then pulled back once again - and this was really getting harder and fucking harder each time. He fumbled for the lube and condom in his pocket, opening his pants and pulling the rubber on him first of all. Then he flipped open the cap and poured some lube onto his fingers. He briefly considered just slicking himself up and going at it, but no. Even if this was about establishing Jay’s status as nothing but a whore, he just couldn’t be that cruel.
“Tell me, Jay, are you ready for me?” He asked him as he carefully thrust in with two of his fingers. “Are you a good whore? Did you come prepared?” Jensen frowned when it seemed like Jay really did come prepared, since his fingers slipped in easy.
“’Course I did,” Jay huffed out, pushing back into his hand to make his point. “Just fuck me, Jen.”
Jensen hesitated though and added a third finger, aiming for Jay’s spot, delighted to hear his breath hitch when he succeeded.
”Come on, do it!” Jay was still pushing back and turned his head to look at him over his shoulder. “I need it. I need it bad.”
“Y..yeah?” Jensen scissored his fingers, still stalling.
“Oh yeah, Jen. I need to be fucked.“ He licked his lips. “I need you to fuck me. Just you, Jen.”
And deep down Jensen knew this was trained hooker talk, but it still hit home and his chest swelled again, filled with equal parts want and longing. “My whore,” he ground out and stepped in, his teeth once again latching onto Jay’s sensitive neck. He removed his fingers and slicked up his cock, then aligned it and thrust in deep.
“Yes!” Jay’s head dropped. “Hard, Jen. I need it deep and hard.”
Jensen started with deep, slow thrusts, allowing himself more time to enjoy it, to get the full picture. “You like this, Ja… whore? Being naked and exposed to me while I am still fully dressed?”
”Oh yeah,” Jay looked back again, grinning. “Just use me, Jen. I love being used by you.”
“Do you?” Jensen cocked his head and thrust especially hard. His hands were gripping Jay’s hips hard enough to bruise, but right now he didn’t care.
“Yes!” Jay thrust back just as hard. “I’m your whore, Jen. I need to be fucked.” He’d moved his hands further down the wall to get better leverage and Jensen wondered if maybe he should pin them back up, take some control away from him again. But that required letting go of him first, and he didn’t think he could do that now. He also kinda liked this. Jay this active. Made it easier to pretend he really meant what he was saying.
“Yes,” Jensen stared. “Because that’s all you’re…” But then his voice failed him and he shook his head. Oh, fuck this! Enough with the talking. He sped up his thrusts and forced his right hand to let go and wrap around Jay’s cock instead. He was still slightly lubed, so jerking him off was easy.
“Fuck, Jensen!” Jay squeezed down hard around his cock in reply and Jensen had to bite his cheek to not come right then and there.
“Ngh!” He sped up even more and bit back into his preferred spot on Jay’s neck, sure to leave a mark. He twisted his wrist and stroked his thumb over and around Jay’s sensitive head, intend on making him come first. It didn’t take long and Jay convulsed, clamping down around him once again and that was all it took for Jensen to let go as well.
He kept thrusting, riding out their orgasms together, both of them shuddering and twitching. When Jay keened out, he let go of his dick and slowed down all his movements until eventually he just rested there, against Jay’s back, both of them breathing hard.
Jensen closed his eyes to prolong the moment of peace, but, like before, reality came crashing down a lot sooner than he liked. “Shit.” He pulled back, his tongue soothing the now prominently red bite mark on Jay’s neck. “I’m sorry.” He blew on it.
Jay chuckled softly. “S’okay.” He turned his head with a slight shrug. “I wanted it.”
”Come on,” Jensen sighed and pulled out, noticing the marks on Jay’s hips with regret. Those might very well bruise up. “It’s over now, you don’t have to lie anymore.” And fuck! He stroked over Jay’s hips and saw him shudder again. Was it already hurting? He really had to pay him more! What was he thinking?
“Jensen.” Jay turned around and cupped his face. “I wasn’t. It’s okay.”
Jensen bit his lip. So much for establishing their status. This must have been the dumbest idea he’d ever had. And he couldn’t stand here and watch Jay make up excuses for his brutish behavior. “Do you like pizza?”
”What?” Jay dropped his hands and frowned amused.
“Now. Pizza. I could order some. I’m sorry I didn’t cook.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
Jay hesitated, then he shook his head. “No thanks. I’m good.” He looked down at himself and stepped back into his pants. “I really should go…” He hesitated again. “Unless you still want me for more?”
“Dinner?” He suggested with a smile.
“Sex.” Jared clarified. “More sex.”
Yes, right after dinner maybe they could crawl into bed together and… Jensen closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “No. No, not tonight.”
Jay nodded. “Is it okay if I clean up first?”
“Yes, sure!” Jensen quickly stepped back, then remembered that he should do the same. “Bathroom’s over there.” He pointed, then went into the kitchen himself to dispose of the condom and quickly clean himself with his small towel. Just as he had zipped his pants back up, Jay came out of the bathroom. He couldn’t have done more than wipe down with a washcloth and Jensen frowned. “You can take a shower, if you want.”
“Nah, thanks. I really should go.”
Jensen nodded and followed him back to the rest of his discarded clothes, watching him get dressed. Yes, he really should go, but Jensen just wanted him to stay. “You sure you’re not hungry?”
”Positive.” Jay didn’t even turn around. His hand was on the doorknob before Jensen could think of anything else, or before he could make his feet move, just get over there and grab him and kiss him and force him to stay. Cuff him to the chair if need be. But Jared just granted him one last, fleeting smile. “See you.” And with that he was out the door, firmly closing it behind him and leaving Jensen alone with his thoughts.
Mission failed. So fucking, completely failed.
*****
Jared’s mind was still reeling when he was on his way home that night. And he was glad he hadn’t booked anything else for the next few days yet, because Jensen had left marks. Another of these things he usually didn’t allow. Unless, of course, he was paid extra. Enough so he could afford to stay home and relax a few nights after. But, Jensen being Jensen, Jared really hadn’t minded at all.
Truth be told, he hadn’t come this hard in forever. It hadn’t been as soul-stripping intense as the last time, but for that it was just dirty as hell and charged up. As much as Jared had tried to play it like every other kinky gig, somehow with Jensen his words gained more truth and he wasn’t lying through his teeth and secretly rolling his eyes.
But Jensen? Really? This man was just so filled with surprises, Jared wouldn’t even twitch if the next time he’d stepped foot into his place, his whole family would either be waiting to greet him or maybe instead he’d be all dressed up in leather gear and wielding a whip for him. And the worst was, he might not even run away screaming, but enter happily. On both scenarios.
His stomach growled and he already regretted not staying for dinner. But he couldn’t. He might have never left. He couldn’t even look at Jensen anymore without getting weak in the knees. After three dates! Three sex dates he got paid for.
Maybe it was just that his last real relationship had been over three years ago and now he was just desperate. And Jensen was by far his most gorgeous client. And he treated him well. And maybe Sandy had made him watch Pretty Woman one too many times.
He sighed and took a deep breath, grateful for the cold wind blowing these days. The freeze woke him up and made him speed up, finally making his way home so he could take a long shower and wash Jensen off his mind.
*
Two days later he was in the park, walking Harley and Sadie, idly chatting with Sandy, who’d wrapped her arm around his and was just laughing heartily when a familiar face came running towards them. At first he thought he had finally snapped and started hallucinating, but when the man stopped, Jared realized he’d indeed walked right into Jensen out for a run. Perfect. He groaned.
“Jay!” Jensen smiled and removed the white plugs from his ears. He looked sweaty and exhausted and Jared wanted to drag him over behind the bushes and find out just how much action he was still capable of.
“Jensen.” Jared nodded politely, suddenly extremely aware of an amused Sandy hanging off his arm. “Hey.” Fuck!
“Hey.” Jensen crossed the final distance between them and his face faltered slightly.
Jared knew he was checking out Sandy, but he had no idea what to say. Was he even supposed to introduce them? Should he even stay and talk to Jensen at all? But Sandy made the choice for him.
“Hello!” She chirped and offered him her hand. “I’m Sandy.”
Jensen took it, smile back in place. “Jensen. Nice to meet you.”
Sandy’s eyes grew wide and she grinned, elbowing Jared in the side. What the fuck? He glared at her. Sandy’s grin just grew. “You’re one of his clients, right?”
Jared coughed and Jensen’s face froze. “Y..yeah,” he was able to answer after an awkward silence. Jared himself was still struck into silence. This was so not happening.
“Thought so.” She nodded. “I hope he did a good job?”
In any other situation, Jensen’s face right now would have been pricelessly funny. But as it was, Jared felt just as awkward and panic-stricken. His whole life was about to start falling apart right in front of him.
“Yeah?” Jensen scratched the back of his head.
“Satisfy your every need?”
Oh hell, she had not! Jared was beet red and Jensen just paled. “Sandy!” Jared found his voice back, although it was just a high-pitched hiss.
“What?” She shrugged innocently and looked up at him. “That’s your motto, isn’t it?”
Now it was Jensen’s turn to cough.
“That’s the motto of the catering company, Sandy.” And right now Jared regretted deeply ever thinking this was a good private joke, back when he’d embellished his story some more. “And you know, I only served at one of his dinner parties. I’m surprised he even recognized me.” Jared gave Jensen a pointed look. Please don’t blow my cover, please don’t blow my cover.
Jensen frowned, but seemed to recover quickly. “Sure I remember you. You were the, uh, best server I ever… hired.” Somehow he sounded sad as he said that, but Sandy didn’t seem to notice.
“See, Jared?” She beamed at him. “I knew you must do a great job, judging by all the tips you always end up with.”
And now Jared really didn’t know what to say to that. Thankfully his two dogs chose that time to come back and investigate the hold-up. Harley nudged his leg while Sadie immediately trotted to Jensen and sniffed him. “Sadie, back here, girl!”
But Jensen had already reached down to pet her. “Hey there, Sadie.”
Jared felt himself relax when Sadie barked once, her tail happily wagging as Jensen continued to pet her. Even Harley crept closer to inspect Jensen. This was unusual, normally he was super shy around strangers.
“This is Harley,” Sandy jumped in again. “Jared saved his life.”
“Sandy!” Why the hell was she telling Jensen?
“Oh, really?” Jensen smiled and kneeled down to pet the other dog. Jared watched in amazement as Harley let him. Even Sandy frowned.
“That’s weird. He always shies away from strangers.”
Jensen beamed and Jared once again cursed Sandy for her big mouth. “What’s his story?” Jensen asked.
“His previous owners abused him badly.” Sandy’s face scrunched up in disgust. “It was… They were really awful people and I wish them all the worst.”
”Sandy…” Jared sighed, pulling her closer. She still got worked up over this. Not like Jared himself didn’t want to see them hurt as well though. Or better yet, be personally responsible for a little of their pain.
“Oh hush, Jared. You know how he looked!” Sandy sniffed and Jensen looked up concerned, then back down at the dogs, petting them both even more affectionately.
Jared’s heart almost stopped.
“Anyways,” Sandy shook her whole body to brush it off, then continued. “He needed extensive care and surgeries, but we didn’t have enough money to pay for them and shelter policy said we had to put him down.”
“Aw, damn!” Jensen looked up in shock.
“But Jared here, he’s such a saint. He took on this waiting job and paid for all of it. And it’s like Harley knew, because ever since he keeps following him around everywhere.” Sandy smiled. “He still needs the meds and special care, so it’s unlikely we find a new owner for him. I doubt either of the two would ever get happy again if you ripped them apart.” She nudged Jared again and he shrugged awkwardly. She was right though, he’d never let Harley out of his sight for too long. It was bad enough he had to stay at the shelter at nights because his landlord wouldn’t allow dogs and he couldn’t afford to move.
“Wow.” Jensen straightened back up. “So you work at an animal shelter?”
”Yes, that’s where we met.” She nodded and squeezed her body tight against Jared’s. “I’ve always worked there and Jared just showed up one day, offering to volunteer. I just wish we could have hired him, too.” She sighed. “But the shelter just can’t afford it, so he had to take that crappy job busting tables.” Sandy froze. “Err, not like it wasn’t fun for him to serve at your party, Jensen.”
Jensen smiled at her and shook his head. “Don’t worry, I understand what you mean.” He scratched the back of his head again. “I wish he wouldn’t have had to take that crappy job, either.”
Sandy laughed delighted. “Hey, but then he wouldn’t have met you.”
Jensen quirked an eyebrow. “I guess.”
Jared used the resounding short silence to finally plan his exit. “Well, it’s about time we get going though.” It’s been nothing but awkward, now let’s just all move on and never speak of this again.
“Alright then,” Jensen nodded and reached for his earplugs. “It was nice meeting you, Sandy.” He shook her hand again, then looked back at the dogs. “And nice meeting you two as well.”
Sandy giggled. “Likewise, Jensen. It was nice to finally put a face to the name.”
And just when he thought this couldn’t get any worse.
“He talked about me?” Jensen, of course, had to ask, because Jared was shit out of luck today.
Sandy leaned over conspiratorially. “Only to the dogs. But that means you must have made a huge impression on him.” She winked. “When I caught him and asked, all he admitted was that you were a client.”
Jensen looked straight at him and Jared quickly had to look away, his face suddenly burning up again. “Oh, really?”
“So you gonna hire him again?” Sandy asked hopefully. “Assuming of course you’ll have another party.”
”Oh, of course.” Jensen nodded. “I lately find myself having… dinner parties quite regularly.”
“Wonderful!” She beamed and nudged Jared once again. “Isn’t that wonderful news, Jared?”
“Splendid.” He was still looking at the ground.
“So, I’ll see you next week then, Jared?” Jensen left the question hang in the air as if unsure and Jared was forced to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, sure.” He forced a smile, if only for Sandy. “Same time, same place?” And this wasn’t a question, but Jensen nodded anyways. He didn’t say anything else, just gave a cordial nod and finally replugged his ears, then he was off in the opposite direction.
Jared heaved a deep sigh and closed his eyes. He didn’t have long to relax though, because Sandy whacked him over the head. “Ow!” He pouted and rubbed the sore spot. “What the hell, Sandy?”
”What the hell, Jared?” She gave him a look. “You’ve barely spoken two words to this guy and he was so nice to us.”
“He’s my… he’s my client.” Jared huffed. “You didn’t have to tell him my damn life story. Geeze!”
”I thought I’d help you along.” She shrugged innocently. “And hey, if anything, I’m sure you’ll get an even better tip now next time.” She smirked.
Jared rubbed his temples. Oh, the pain. But he couldn’t blame her, she didn’t know the whole story. Hell, she didn’t even know half of it.
“God, it must be super hard working for him,” Sandy continued and picked up their walk again, dragging him along. “He’s so drop-dead gorgeous! I’d be distracted the whole time and probably get fired for ogling the boss.” She chuckled and nudged him, but Jared really, really wanted this conversation to be over now. Yes, please? Thank you.
“Just drop it, Sandy,” he told her in his iciest voice.
“Just saying.” She winked, but then apparently decided to take some mercy on him, because she didn’t prod any further. But Jared knew Sandy. She was just biding her time now, waiting for the right moment to pounce again. And he wouldn’t be surprised if he found her in his apartment next Tuesday, when he got home from his next “gig”.
Swell. But at least now he could spend the next few days thinking of a good story to tell her then and maybe obsess about what might actually happen a little less.
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