Fic: RPS (Jared/Jensen): Career Choices [1/2] | NC-17 | 15280 words
Title: Career Choices [ 1 / 2 ]
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU. Very much NC-17
Summary: Jensen's lost his longtime job, thanks to the recession, and if he can't find something to help make the rent he's going to lose his apartment too. Jensen's so desperate he's willing to do anything short of selling himself, and, he finds, even that point is negotiable. When Jensen finds out that a good friend is supplementing her income by stripping down in front of a webcam, he initially scoffs. But as the funds in his bank account dwindle down to almost nothing he throws propriety (and his shame) out the window and asks his friend for help setting up his own web-porn business.
Word Count: 15280
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
A/N: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt of J2 Web Porn star & Client. This fic also has timestamps. JDM centered: Boardroom Boredom. Misha Collins centered: The Distracted Artist. liar_no_face was inspired to do artwork for this fic. See it over on their journal!
This wasn’t how Jensen pictured his life going. He’d done well in high school, gone to a good college, gotten his degree, even somehow landed a good job-great pay with friendly co-workers. He’d even gotten himself a nice high-rise apartment and, okay, so maybe the whole relationship thing hadn’t been working out for him yet-his good job required a few extra hours than normal-but Jensen had still been optimistic about it all. He was still young, after all. That was, though, before the recession happened. He’d found himself kicked out of his job, degree or not, and now, after months of fruitless searching for another one, he had to face the fact that he didn’t have enough money to pay the rent.
Jensen loved his apartment. He didn’t think he could bear giving it up. More than that, he didn’t think that he could bear the shame of running back to his parents’ house with his tail between his legs. The recession was hitting them hard, too, anyway. They were trying hard to put his little sister through college and didn’t have anything left over. He couldn’t do that to them.
But he liked eating, too and this week it had come down to the choice between a few groceries or having the rent money. He’d caved early because food was so much more here and now than the theoretical possibility of being kicked out of his home. But now he was stuck and he’d already gotten an extension from his sympathetic landlord and sympathy, Jensen was well aware, would only go so far. His landlord had already said in not so many words that he wouldn’t be able to do it again.
Jensen had even been desperate enough to apply at a few retail stores but it wasn’t like he’d ever be able to keep his apartment making minimum wage even if he did get hired (so far, it really wasn’t looking promising).
The only one that he’d felt safe enough to confess any of this to was Danneel and he’d only done so under duress. Danneel had been in his very same predicament a little while ago and Jensen remembered feeling so incredibly sorry for her, offering her a place to stay if she ended up evicted. Thankfully, it hadn’t come down to that. Somehow, she’d made it through and, in fact, was doing even better than before, living in an even better place with new clothes and a brand new car that she rarely drove. Danneel, however, having been there and having known Jensen for years now had recognized the signs and had cornered Jensen, forcing him to reveal the truth.
Jensen had haltingly told her the whole sordid tale (“laid off,” “we might hire you back,” “we’re downsizing,” “you’re a good employee,” “you’ve got a solid track record, but…”) and Danneel had shared her secret. She’d told him exactly how she’d made it through being permanently laid off and what she was doing now to earn her money. Jensen hadn’t believed her but she’d followed it up with damning evidence which lead him to now.
Jensen stared down at the laptop sitting on the table-the last vestiges of how nice his old job had been-and felt his stomach roll. Was he seriously going to do this? He couldn’t. He was better than this.
Except that even fucking McDonald’s wasn’t calling him back and Danneel had assured him that Jensen could make enough money to make his eyes pop by doing this. She’d assured him that he’d do fine and that, yeah, she’d been a little leery at first, too, but look at how well it was working for her.
“It’s just taking off a few clothes,” she’d told him. “You do that all the time. You’d just be recording it and putting it on the internet.”
“Where millions of people can watch it,” Jensen had shot back, feeling ready to throw up at the thought. Millions of perverts all jerking off to him stripping-how did Danneel do it?
“People who don’t know you and who will pay to see it.” It was the “pay” that Jensen couldn’t ignore and that was why he was here, staring in apprehension at his webcam. He’d even already set himself up with an account, getting a channel and giving his name as “Alec” which was as good as a fake name as any, Jensen supposed. It was nowhere near his real name and that was the best that he could do. It wasn’t like he could really be truly ‘anonymous’ about all of this because he was stripping in front of a webcam.
There was always the chance that someone would recognize Jensen and that made him shiver. If that were to happen, he’d have to die. There’d be no other way out. He’d even considered the blackmail possibilities but Danneel had assured him that only certain people would be watching him and they weren’t going to be likely to want to give up the show. Besides, she’d added, it was well known that everyone that did this was flat broke without it, anyway, so what would have been the point about trying to extort money?
Deciding to just say “fuck it” since he was already here, Jensen positioned his laptop and its plugged in webcam to make sure that he’d be in view but there’d be nothing identifiable about his apartment behind him. He’d already made sure to pick out the blankest, most boring wall in his apartment, thinking it through more than he’d care to admit. Giving it another moment of consideration, Jensen tilted the webcam down a fraction so that his face wasn’t showing, and then ‘opened’ his channel as he firmly told himself he wasn’t going to puke.
Jensen thought that maybe, possibly, he owed Danneel a bit of an apology and a chance for her to say “I told you so.” And possibly some flowers. Now that he could afford said flowers. A few minutes after first opening up his channel and starting his secret double life as “Alec,” internet webcam amateur pornstar, Jensen had had a few viewers stream in and, unsettlingly, started to write him comments like “wow u hot!” and “ya take it off!” Jensen had blushed beat red and had slowly started removing his shirt, doing like Danneel had told him and making it last.
“Viewers,” Danneel had said, “have to pay more the longer they’re watching you. So you want to make them have to stick around.”
“That’s horrible,” Jensen had told her, feeling embarrassed at the time. He wasn’t any less embarrassed about it but at least now he understood exactly what she’d been talking about.
Because that first check? Had made his eyes almost roll out of his head. Jensen grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboard-actual Cocoa Puffs and not some cheap knock-off generic crap and didn’t that make him want to do a dance in glee-and poured himself a bowl. The cereal had been one of the first things that Jensen had bought with his new money because it had been his favorite as a kid and it never failed to cheer him up.
He figured that he would eat breakfast first before getting online to catch the mid-morning ‘brunch’ crowd as he was calling them. Usually either the late risers or the bored office goers, sneaking a peak during their mid-morning break. It was odd that he was starting to schedule his life and mealtimes around peak viewing hours but Jensen figured that there were weirder things to do in the world. This was his life now and he was fast becoming used to it.
More than becoming used to it, he was…liking it.
He felt like a dirty fucking perv, worse than the people that paid to see him but it was so true it wasn’t even funny. Jensen knew that he wasn’t all that bad-looking but he’d never felt quite this intoxicated before. The random, illiterate compliments being typed his way-and the occasional, full-fledged sentence-were getting to his head in ways that he’d never dreamed possible. It was hard to ignore hundreds of people consistently telling him that he was hot and gorgeous and that they wanted to see more.
So much so that Jensen had even given in to the constant begging and started showing his face. It had upped his daily hits by two thousand.
Now, though…his regulars were begging for a little bit more than just him stripping and Jensen was actually considering giving in again. What would it hurt? Angelbaby42 only wanted him to “t0uch urs3lf plz!” and Daddy Winchester was promising to stay on all day if Jensen would just finger himself a little.
…It was like the stripping right? It wasn’t like it wasn’t something that Jensen didn’t normally do anyway. Just now he’d have some…encouraging comments to go along with it. More encouraging than any of his lovers had ever been.
That was one that thing he had to appreciate about his viewers. They were very…enthusiastic. Whenever Jensen got down to nearly nothing at all, they gave him more and more comments-usually even more comically misspelled for reasons that Jensen carefully didn’t think about.
And it would up the hits, he knew. It would make his regulars give him more and would probably get him even more consistent return hits. And Jensen would be lying if he were to claim that the thought didn’t make him a little hard thinking about it.
The decision made, Jensen threw his now empty bowl in the sink and sat down in his regular spot. He’d since upgraded his equipment-probably about the fifth thing that he’d bought with his new money-getting a new fancy desktop and a better camera and even moving the setup to his guest bedroom (his regulars loved the bed, they told him). He made sure that the camera was in a good position and opened the channel again. Angelbaby42, like usual, was waiting for him.
Angelbaby42: hi cutie :)
Jensen smiled and grabbed the wireless keyboard that he’d picked up too, typing out a few words.
Alec: Waiting for me?
Angelbaby42: always. love u.
Alec: :)
Alec: Gotta treat for you.
Angelbaby42: 4 real? what?!
Alec: Keep watching.
Jensen pushed the keyboard aside and wiggled to the middle of the bed, lowering his head to stare at the camera as he licked his lips. He knew that Angelbaby tended to like that.
Angelbaby42: god ur fuckin mouth…
Jensen nodded happily and undid the first few buttons on his shirt before popping his fingers into his mouth. He’d started ‘talking back’ to his viewers recently, loving their reactions and getting off on the odd kind of flirting, even if he wasn’t brave enough to actually reveal his voice yet and, in fact, his camera didn’t pick up sound. The viewers didn’t seem to mind, though they still begged to hear him. They liked his responses, typing back even more, and just thinking about it had Jensen achingly hard in his jeans. Still sucking on his fingers and keeping his eyes on the camera, Jensen ran a hand down his chest, heading toward his waistband. He flicked his eyes quickly to the monitor, making sure that he was still on screen.
Daddy Winchester has joined.
Angelbaby42: yeah do it! plz!
Daddy Winchester: Going to fucking kill me… Pretty green eyes.
Dropping his mouth open and closing his eyes, Jensen pushed his fingers beneath his waistband, just enough to make himself shiver. Three more viewers joined and he popped a few more buttons.
Half an hour later, Jensen was sprawled out on his bed, panting and shirtless with his jeans undone and he’d lost track of the number of people currently watching. He’d been fulfilling as many of their requests as possible-pinching his nipples, sucking on his fingers, anything they wanted within reason-and he was so damn hard, he was pretty sure that he was going to explode.
It was as if he was forgetting all about the real world, letting his inhibitions slip away to become “Alec.” To become some insatiable creature of pure lust, only wanting to cater to men’s fantasies. And it was about time he got on with the show. Smirking at the camera-they were going to love this-Jensen finally pushed down his jeans, kicking them off the bed to lie there in nothing but his black boxers.
Superfreak!: Whoo!
wolfmancometh: mmmm…
Crowley666: yeh. get nekkid…
Sasquatch: Wow.
Jensen smiled and shoved his hand down inside his boxers, gripping himself and arching his back off the bed. God but he wasn’t going to last. So wasn’t going to last…
This is what he got for teasing the shit out of everybody for so long-he’d been teasing the shit out of himself as well. And he was still a ways away from what he wanted. Jensen bit his lip, staving off his orgasm as he let his thumb circle the head of his cock, and then leaned out of the frame towards the nightstand and the ‘surprise’ that he had waiting.
godofwar: whr u goin?
Seeing the comment, Jensen grinned and grabbed the keyboard again.
Alec: Can’t type. Got lube.
A multitude of responses exploded across his screen and Jensen didn’t even bother to try reading all of them, instead leaning back and kicking off his underwear. His dick hard and throbbing, Jensen pointed it at the camera and gave himself a good stroke, his fingers pulling fluid from the tip that he smeared down the shaft. His viewers were egging him on and Jensen couldn’t disappoint them.
He unsnapped the bottle of lube, dabbing some in his hand and rubbing his fingers together, feeling the slickness. Then he grabbed himself, hard and firm like he liked it, and stroked up again, fingers rubbing against the underside and thumb stroking over the head. “God…” he whispered. Oh fuck, he felt like he was going to die over here. His muscles twitched, spasming with the pleasure and Jensen jerked his head to the side, closing his eyes as he whined softly. Why not? Wasn’t like there was anyone around to hear.
Only he didn’t want to miss the comments, so he fluttered his eyes open, reading the streaming text as in between declarations of love and statements about his hotness, there were suggestions for him. He discarded most of them-he wasn’t even sure what the hell some of them were-but a few he knew that he could use.
He slid his free hand down his chest, flicking at his nipple, before he moved down over his stomach and between his spread legs. More people were popping onto his channel now but Jensen couldn’t pay attention. He was too busy focusing on the feeling of his lubed finger pressing against the sensitive skin of his ass and how fucking good it was. His balls were drawing in tight, his dick twitching like mad-Jensen had to resort to gripping it around the base and holding it still-and he slowly pushed a finger in.
His eyes opened wide but he was staring at nothing as his brain filed through the overwhelming sensations and holy fuck he found his prostate. Jensen’s body left the bed as his finger brushed against the gland inside of him and he was pretty sure that he was never coming back down again. His mouth stuck in a silent scream, Jensen came, splattering onto his stomach and his body bowed into an arch he was sure was going to snap him spine.
He collapsed back on the bed afterward, body trembling through the aftershocks and his head lolled to the side. Damn. He was going to have to try that one again. Real soon. He pulled his finger out and moved upward to play with the sticky mess that he’d made out of himself, slick fingers pushing through the come.
That was when he remembered that, yes, he had an audience. He tilted his head up to look at the screen and smiled as he saw the screen scrolling, everyone wanting to be the one to tell him how much they’d enjoyed it.
Intoxicating.
After yet another failed date, Jared decided that he was going to give up. Swear off dating all together because this sucked. Of course, he’d said the same thing many times before but this time he meant it, damn it.
He’d had absolutely zero luck with anybody since Sandy had called off the engagement three years ago and left him heartbroken and alone. Okay, so maybe it had been more of a mutual kind of thing but still. Sandy was happily engaged to another guy now-that was awfully damn quick-but Jared only had a long string of failed relationships and pleasurable but ultimately empty one-night stands. How was this fair?
And really. No one that he’d ever met could even hold a candle to Alec, anyway. Alec was perfect. He was amazingly hot, with a body that wouldn’t quit and a mind to match. Unfortunately for Jared, Alec was also kind of unreachable considering that he was an amateur pornstar that Jared only knew through the lens of a webcam and an internet connection. Amidst all of the other regular users, too, Jared seriously doubted that Alec even knew his screenname let alone had a clue about the person behind it. No, to Alec, Jared’s unknowing cyber-boyfriend, Jared was just another loser that paid by the hour to watch him strip and play with himself. And then, even more pathetically, hope that Alec might decide to stick around afterward and chat.
It had started out with a bad case of blue balls after he’d been left hanging by the gorgeous but eccentric Misha, the receptionist on floor three. Jared had signed on to the site WebcamWhores more out of curiosity and desperation than anything-hoping for something to add a little bit of extra kick to his usual jerk off fantasies. What he’d found instead, was a newly featured channel on the front page that had the most gorgeous guy that Jared had ever seen before slowly stripping off his clothes while he typed to the pervs watching him. Jared had been more than curious at the point-he’d been stuck because Alec wasn’t just gorgeous but witty and smart, too. He easily quoted from ponderous books that Jared was sure flew over most of his audience’s head and talked about current events that were on his mind.
From there, Jared had started tuning in nearly ever night, signing onto Alec’s channel and willing to watch the man do anything from talking to…well. Jared had to admit-his obsession had started the night that Alec had said that he’d had a surprise and he ended up fingering himself for the camera, coming in messy ropes while he panted on his meticulously made bed. It’d been hot. From there, it had been all downhill into the depths of internet depravity for Jared, especially when Alec started bringing in the toys-like the baby blue dildo he was so incredibly fond of or the tiny black ball vibrators. Fuck yes. Jared really liked the toys-he’d admit it. Plain old vanilla was nice once and while but there was something extra special about Alec’s ‘collection.’
And Alec had finally caved after many weeks of pestering to investing in a camera that recorded sound so now Jared could hear him scream in pleasure while he fucked himself instead of just watching.
…It really wasn’t any wonder why Alec had thousands of subscribers.
Jared grabbed his laptop, stripped down and settled into his bed, getting comfortable as he signed on, waiting to see what Alec had in store for him tonight. He placed the laptop carefully beside him, making sure that it was laying fully on the bed ‘just in case.’ Jared had almost killed the thing once before when Alec had pulled something unexpected and Jared hadn’t been able to control himself so now he was extra cautious. He really didn’t want to have to explain to his boss why his laptop suddenly went flying across the room and why the screen was covered in white. Awkward for all involved.
He was in luck because not only was Alec on, but he was also in the middle of a ‘session.’ “Hi, Alec!” Jared typed, feeling like a dork and not particularly caring. Alec smiled at him.
“Hi, Sasquatch,” he purred and Jared shuddered. He closed his eyes, listening to Alec’s deep rasp echo in his mind and wished that it was a little bit different name that Alec was saying. But as much as he was wishing that, he knew that it would have been a bad idea to use his real name as a screenname. That was just begging for some governmental spying. Even if Jared thought that he would do almost anything to hear Alec’s voice rasping out his real name instead of the stupid nickname he’d earned back in highschool. Still. He’d take what he could get. Jared hurriedly pushed off his boxers, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed, getting himself ready to enjoy Alec’s show.
Alec was still looking at the screen with an evil smirk and Jared gripped his dick, knowing that whatever Alec had in mind, it was going to be good. It was always good. He wasn’t disappointed when Alec held up his favorite dildo, sucking on the head like it was a damn lollipop. Jared groaned, watching Alec’s pouty lips slide around the fake dick, wishing it was his own. He bet that Alec gave fantastic head. “Fuck,” he said, his hips thrusting into his hand.
He grit his teeth, trying to keep himself going at a nice steady pace because if he knew Alec then this had the definite possibility of lasting for hours and Jared wanted to try and make it to the end this time. Too many times before, Jared had ended up blowing his load way before Alec finished and had to sit and watch, his dick twitching painfully in interest, completely mesmerized by Alec doing absolutely filthy things to himself.
The good news was, however, that Alec was already naked. That meant that Jared had probably missed an hour of the show already-Jared fucking hated office paperwork-but it also meant that Alec had spent an hour teasing himself. The man’s stamina was incredible and Jared thought that perhaps it was a good thing that Alec had started early.
“Yeah…” Alec moaned as he flopped back on the bed. Jared swallowed and leaned closer to the computer screen like that would somehow getting him closer to the action, get him closer to Alec. He wondered what Alec tasted like. Smelled like.
He drew the line at licking the laptop screen.
Alec spread his legs wide, displaying himself well and Jared groaned as he got a good look at Alec’s puckered entrance before the now shiny curve of the blue dildo blocked it. He couldn’t mind, though, because Alec started to push the dildo inside right where Jared wished he could be. Alec sighed, obviously loving the feel of being filled. God but he was amazing. What Jared wouldn’t give for just a few hours with him. Alec would rock his damn world, he knew.
Only Jared was also well aware that if he got a few hours with Alec, it wouldn’t be enough and he’d demand a lifetime. Because afterward, he’d want Alec to stay around and quote more of those ponderous books or explain the main concepts behind microeconomics again (one of the viewers had had a question on his college homework and apparently Alec had been willing and able to help out).
Alec gasped as he pushed the dildo completely inside him, his ass stretching impossibly wide around it. He angled it up, pushing it against his prostate and Jared’s dick throbbed in sympathy. Or envy, he wasn’t sure which-probably both. “Mmm, yeah, it feels good…” Alec told them. “Yeah, I like having this dick in my ass…” Jared glanced over at the screen, seeing the comments scrolling by and realized that Alec was reading them off like a script. Clenching his hand around his dick, Jared pecked out his own.
“Yeah, I love being fucked…” Alec obediently moaned and Jared bit his lip, the sharp sting of pain keeping his orgasm at bay. He didn’t dare remove his hand from his dick because he knew that if he let up off the pressure, he’d come for sure. Already.
“Fuck yourself with it,” Jared typed and Alec happily complied, sighing and moaning as the dildo slid in and out of his hole.
“Yeah I can do that,” Alec said, responding to another comment, and he sat up and turned around, putting his back to the camera. Jared regretted losing the view of Alec’s glazed over green eyes and his gasping, pouty lips but he was now staring at Alec’s back and he couldn’t complain about that. Especially not when Alec bent over, displaying himself for the entire world to see and all Jared could think about was his hands on Alec’s hips and him pounding into him from behind. “How’s that?” Alec asked.
Jared tore his eyes away from the gorgeous sight of Alec’s ass spread and waiting for him to see what his fellow perverts were typing. Daddy Winchester was the one that had told him to turn around and spread himself “like a good little boy” and TheMorningStar was begging for Alec to break out the handcuffs again. The guy had a bit of a kink about restraints. Jared rolled his eyes and typed his own suggestion.
Alec moaned, obviously liking the idea. “Yeah,” he said, following Jared’s comment and pulling the dildo out of his ass. He dropped it onto the bed, discarding it for the moment, and used his hands to spread his cheeks wide, letting Jared get a good look at Alec’s stretched hole, glistening with lube and twitching with anticipation. “Like that?” Alec whispered breathlessly.
“Oh fuck yes…” Jared squeaked and he was coming before he could stop himself. He managed to jerk his dick backward so he shot over his stomach instead of the keyboard but he couldn’t stop the shudders racking his body or how his foot twitched uncontrollably.
As Jared groaned through his release, Alec followed other typed orders and suggestions, maneuvering himself into a variety of positions and when Jared was finally able to open his eyes without them crossing, he saw that Alec was back on his back with the red vibrator he’d gotten last week strapped to his dick.
Oh fuck. Jared was so fucking done for. His dick leaped painfully to the side as he watched Alec writhe in helpless pleasure, the vibrator completely merciless like Alec liked. Jared knew that it was fast becoming one of Alec’s favorites and, consequently, it was becoming one of Jared’s favorites, too.
“Yeah…” Alec panted, sounding fucked out already. “Yeah, I’m gonna come. Gonna come real soon.” Which meant that there was about another fifteen minutes left. Jared whimpered as his dick twitched again. “Yeah, just for you, Daddy…”
…Jared really should have used his real name. His anonymity would have been shot to shit but he thinks it almost would have been worth the possible identity theft.
Jensen answered his cell phone on the second ring. Yet another one of the benefits of his new ‘career’-Jensen could afford his phone again. “Hello?”
“Hi, stranger,” a familiar voice greeted him. Jensen swallowed. Danneel. He should have checked his caller ID before answering. It wasn’t that he was avoiding Danneel, exactly…it was more that he couldn’t look her in the eye…
It had been months now since Danneel had started him up on WebcamWhores and Jensen was well aware that he’d already passed her, plunging into the deep end of the abyss that was internet pornography. It wasn’t that he minded that she did it, too. It was more that Danneel was the only one who was truly aware of what Jensen did for a steady paycheck nowadays and that meant that he couldn’t look at her without going beat red, thoughts of what he’d done for strangers flashing through his head.
And then he’d think about how much he liked it. This really wasn’t where Jensen thought that he’d be in life. Ever, really.
“So how are you doing?” Danneel asked.
“Fine,” Jensen answered, smoothly enough. “How are you?”
“The website seems to be working out well,” Danneel said, skipping right over his half-hearted question.
Right. “…Is it?” He warred within himself, debating on how much to tell her because on one hand, it was too embarrassing to talk about but on the other, it was Danneel and she, in addition to supposedly being one of his best friends, was the one who’d gotten him into it in the first place.
Danneel sighed sadly. “We’re not going to get all weird now, are we? I don’t want to lose you, Jensen…”
Jensen broke at the miserable tone of her voice. “No. No, of course not. I’m just…”
“Having a hard time adjusting?” Danneel guessed, right on the damn money like always. There were sometimes that Jensen thought that she really did know him too well.
“Something like that, yeah.”
“I felt that, too. It gets easier.”
“Does it?” Jensen stared at the piles of vegetables in front of him. He was supposed to be picking out something nice for dinner tonight. After spending so long eating ramen noodles, Jensen delighted in cooking, especially fresh vegetables. He’d usually end up going overboard, cooking for the sheer sake of cooking, and having to donate a great deal to the local homeless shelter but Jensen didn’t think that was necessarily a bad thing. At least he was helping out society while indulging in his fetish.
…Fetish. Jensen flushed again and was grateful that Danneel was on the other side of the phone instead of directly in front of him so she couldn’t see his face. There were certain words that he’d have to avoid thinking for awhile. At least for his own piece of mind.
“I know that you’re doing well,” Danneel told him and Jensen’s blood ran cold. How did she…? Did he give something away? “I can see the stats on the main page and I know who the most popular ‘male model’ is, Jensen.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh,’” she replied with amusement. “You seem to spend a lot of time on there.”
“You, uh, you-you-you…” Goddamn it, he should spit it out already. “You haven’t…watched. Right?”
Danneel laughed. “And pay money when I could see your naked ass for free?” Jensen breathed a quiet sigh of relief. It wasn’t that it was Danneel-he didn’t think that he’d ever want to know anyone who’d ever watched ‘Alec’ perform. It would bring the whole thing crashing down on his ears. “Anyway, I wanted to know if you were free this Friday? We haven’t talked in forever, so I was thinking that maybe we could go to the bar on the corner?”
Jensen frowned. He didn’t want to have to talk about the website and, right now, that was the biggest thing that he and Danneel had in common. Besides a general love for manbits and possibly old movies.
“We don’t have to talk about the website,” Danneel said quietly. “In fact, I’d rather not. I miss you, not it.”
It was as if a weight had been lifted off of Jensen’s chest. “I’d love to,” he said sincerely. He did genuinely miss Danneel. He’d known her for years now and no one could quite make him laugh like she could.
“Great,” Danneel cheered. “So I’ll see you around 8 or so?”
“Sounds good,” Jensen agreed. They said their goodbyes and hung up and Jensen stood there, smiling at the tomatoes for a good long while. Okay. So maybe things were better than he thought that they were. He might not be able to tell anyone about his ‘job’ anymore without feeling mortified but at least he got to keep whatever hours he wanted. Even if he was spending possibly a few more in front of the computer than he really should. He couldn’t help it. He liked the guys talking to him. And they seemed to enjoy his company-even when he wasn’t fucking himself with a gigantic dildo. True, they tended to prefer him to be naked no matter what he was doing, but some of them were happy merely talking to him which blew Jensen’s mind. It was like having hundreds of extremely attentive boyfriends and Jensen couldn’t say that he minded the attention.
Jared was in a bit of a bind. He couldn’t decide if he wanted the green beans or the yellow wax beans. And, once he decided that, he’d have to do decide if he wanted the green peppers, the yellow peppers, the red peppers or if he just wanted to say “screw it” and go for broke grabbing the orange ones.
All these decisions. They were killing him here.
Presentation was everything, Jared knew. It was all in the color selection and how each vegetable was cut and fuck it, it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to mangle them anyway. Jared was no good at cooking. He’d accepted that a long time ago but for some asinine reason, he’d decided that he had to practice and get better.
No, scratch that. He knew exactly why he was standing in a Farmer’s Market, trying to decide on which vegetables were going to die in horribly brutal ways. It was because of Tom. Tom, Jared’s latest attempt at a relationship which had, of course, failed miserably.
That was okay. Jared was fine with that. He was. Because Tom was an asshole who had repeatedly taunted Jared’s lack of domestic prowess. Fuck that, though, because it wasn’t like Jared was in the running for housewife of the year or anything.
Yet here he was, considering which vegetables to slaughter on his first attempt. Jared was swearing off dating. Again.
Alec, Jared was sure, wouldn’t meanly insult his lack of cooking skills. He’d just smile and calmly explain the proper techniques because, like everything else, Alec was probably a genius in the kitchen. From now on, Jared decided, he was just going to stick to his pretend boyfriend. Alec was so much better than any other guy out there anyway. And if Jared spent more on him than rent, well, that wasn’t anyone’s business!
It certainly wasn’t Tom’s.
If only Alec didn’t exist in Jared’s world in purely digital form. That was Alec’s only real drawback-that he wasn’t necessarily real. Jared glared at the vegetables, wondering if he should just go to the store and grab a microwave dinner of something before he noticed something just out of his line of sight. Jared blinked, raising his head because he could have sworn…
…That the guy standing right across from him looked like Alec. But that was crazy, right? Alec was some random guy on the internet who probably lived in freaking Maine or something. Jared’s subconscious was possibly taking his joking about being in a relationship with the webcam pornstar a little too seriously.
He scrubbed at his eyes and looked again, wanting to see who the guy really was (and if he was possibly cute-except that Jared was supposed to be swearing off dating and staying faithful to Alec, damn it!). He had to repeat the motion because it hadn’t helped and he would recognize that face anywhere. He certainly spent a lot of time staring at it, after all. Hell, at this point, Jared was fairly certain he could pick Alec’s cock out of a line-up.
No matter how many times he checked and double-checked, however, the guy in front of him refused to change into any other guy than Alec. Alec, Alec, Alec. Just to make sure that he wasn’t crazy or anything, Jared looked to his left, making sure that that guy didn’t look like Alec, too. And no. Not unless Alec had gained about fifty pounds and gone bald, he didn’t even have the slightest resemblance. Jared jerked his gaze back to front and center, feeling something scarily akin to giddiness start to well up inside of him. He was about to geek out, right here and now.
Alec, the man of Jared’s dreams was standing right across from him, carefully studying the tomatoes. His vivid green eyes were narrowed as if searching for the perfect one and his white teeth were biting into the full bottom lip that Jared had spent entire nights fantasizing about kissing. He was standing there with a hand on his hip, displaying the perfect lines of his body straight on down to his incredibly familiar bow legs and Jared could deny who he was. Everything was right smack on the money up to and including the damn freckles that Jared could just barely make out from this distance.
And this particular market wasn’t exactly a trendy hotspot which meant that it was more than likely that Alec also lived in Jared’s general area. Jared breathed a quick prayer in case the big man upstairs was listening and expected thanks because this more than made up for the string of bad luck that he’d had for the past three years. This made up enough to equalize a ten year dry spell.
Jared totally wanted an autograph. Except that he didn’t know if that would be considered too creepy or not-what was the etiquette with internet pornstars, anyway?! Besides. Jared knew that he wanted a lot more than an autograph from the gorgeous man in front of him. It was just that ‘autograph,’ sounded a lot nicer than ‘chain him up in the bedroom and never ever let him go.’
Jared’s palms were suddenly sweaty, too, which was ridiculous because he hadn’t been nervous about meeting someone for ten years now. He quickly rubbed them dry on his pants because he knew that there was no way that he could get this close to Alec and not even introduce himself. And stuff.
Summoning up his courage and hoping that his usual charm served him well instead of getting him shot down like a slow fighter jet in enemy territory, Jared maneuvered around the table that was in between them and walked deliberately up to Alec. There was no sense in being sneaky about it because there was no way that Jared could hide the complete awe that he knew was all over his face. He tended to wear his heart on his sleeve which he thought was more of an asset than a drawback.
Alec never even heard him coming. Which was impressive because Jared wasn’t exactly the most graceful animal on the plains. Jared was able to get up right next to him, close enough that Jared imagined that he could smell him-he was already so much better than any of the other losers on Alec’s channel it wasn’t even funny-before Alec finally noticed him. Alec paled, his green eyes going wide as he took a step back and Jared immediately raised his hands, trying to show his non-threateningness. Fuck, he was already coming across as creepy. He sincerely hoped that he wasn’t doomed here.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said earnestly, mentally applauding himself when it caused Alec to stop backing up. “I…” Jared smiled ruefully and pointed over his shoulder at where he’d just been standing. “I saw you over there and I couldn’t help myself. I had to come over and say hi.” He stuck his hand, still feeling like a dork but wanting to make a good impression. “I’m Jared,” he said.
Alec stared at his hand like it was a poisonous snake and Jared wondered if he should take it back. Then a small blush stained Alec’s cheeks and Alec’s hand was grabbing his in a firm shake. “Jensen,” he said and Jared’s world tilted a little. He should have known that ‘Alec’ would have used a fake name, too.
And he felt himself edging into pretty dangerous territory because knowing ‘Alec’s’ real name made his heart swell in his chest. God but he was gone. Pathetic and gone. “Hi, Jensen,” Jared replied, testing out the sound of the name on his tongue and finding that he liked it. Perhaps a little too much because it came out as more of a jungle cat’s purr and Jensen’s blush deepened.
Then again, Jared figured that that wasn’t a bad thing. He rather liked the blush and, frankly, it intrigued him. Who would have ever guessed that ‘Alec’, wild, amazing, nearly shameless Alec, would still blush during a first meeting. Jared smiled warmly and held onto Jensen’s hand, refusing to let him have it back. “So, I, uh, was wondering if you had any plans tonight…”
On to Part 2.
Author: dragonspell
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU. Very much NC-17
Summary: Jensen's lost his longtime job, thanks to the recession, and if he can't find something to help make the rent he's going to lose his apartment too. Jensen's so desperate he's willing to do anything short of selling himself, and, he finds, even that point is negotiable. When Jensen finds out that a good friend is supplementing her income by stripping down in front of a webcam, he initially scoffs. But as the funds in his bank account dwindle down to almost nothing he throws propriety (and his shame) out the window and asks his friend for help setting up his own web-porn business.
Word Count: 15280
Disclaimer: Never happened, no affiliation.
A/N: Written for the blindfold_spn prompt of J2 Web Porn star & Client. This fic also has timestamps. JDM centered: Boardroom Boredom. Misha Collins centered: The Distracted Artist. liar_no_face was inspired to do artwork for this fic. See it over on their journal!
This wasn’t how Jensen pictured his life going. He’d done well in high school, gone to a good college, gotten his degree, even somehow landed a good job-great pay with friendly co-workers. He’d even gotten himself a nice high-rise apartment and, okay, so maybe the whole relationship thing hadn’t been working out for him yet-his good job required a few extra hours than normal-but Jensen had still been optimistic about it all. He was still young, after all. That was, though, before the recession happened. He’d found himself kicked out of his job, degree or not, and now, after months of fruitless searching for another one, he had to face the fact that he didn’t have enough money to pay the rent.
Jensen loved his apartment. He didn’t think he could bear giving it up. More than that, he didn’t think that he could bear the shame of running back to his parents’ house with his tail between his legs. The recession was hitting them hard, too, anyway. They were trying hard to put his little sister through college and didn’t have anything left over. He couldn’t do that to them.
But he liked eating, too and this week it had come down to the choice between a few groceries or having the rent money. He’d caved early because food was so much more here and now than the theoretical possibility of being kicked out of his home. But now he was stuck and he’d already gotten an extension from his sympathetic landlord and sympathy, Jensen was well aware, would only go so far. His landlord had already said in not so many words that he wouldn’t be able to do it again.
Jensen had even been desperate enough to apply at a few retail stores but it wasn’t like he’d ever be able to keep his apartment making minimum wage even if he did get hired (so far, it really wasn’t looking promising).
The only one that he’d felt safe enough to confess any of this to was Danneel and he’d only done so under duress. Danneel had been in his very same predicament a little while ago and Jensen remembered feeling so incredibly sorry for her, offering her a place to stay if she ended up evicted. Thankfully, it hadn’t come down to that. Somehow, she’d made it through and, in fact, was doing even better than before, living in an even better place with new clothes and a brand new car that she rarely drove. Danneel, however, having been there and having known Jensen for years now had recognized the signs and had cornered Jensen, forcing him to reveal the truth.
Jensen had haltingly told her the whole sordid tale (“laid off,” “we might hire you back,” “we’re downsizing,” “you’re a good employee,” “you’ve got a solid track record, but…”) and Danneel had shared her secret. She’d told him exactly how she’d made it through being permanently laid off and what she was doing now to earn her money. Jensen hadn’t believed her but she’d followed it up with damning evidence which lead him to now.
Jensen stared down at the laptop sitting on the table-the last vestiges of how nice his old job had been-and felt his stomach roll. Was he seriously going to do this? He couldn’t. He was better than this.
Except that even fucking McDonald’s wasn’t calling him back and Danneel had assured him that Jensen could make enough money to make his eyes pop by doing this. She’d assured him that he’d do fine and that, yeah, she’d been a little leery at first, too, but look at how well it was working for her.
“It’s just taking off a few clothes,” she’d told him. “You do that all the time. You’d just be recording it and putting it on the internet.”
“Where millions of people can watch it,” Jensen had shot back, feeling ready to throw up at the thought. Millions of perverts all jerking off to him stripping-how did Danneel do it?
“People who don’t know you and who will pay to see it.” It was the “pay” that Jensen couldn’t ignore and that was why he was here, staring in apprehension at his webcam. He’d even already set himself up with an account, getting a channel and giving his name as “Alec” which was as good as a fake name as any, Jensen supposed. It was nowhere near his real name and that was the best that he could do. It wasn’t like he could really be truly ‘anonymous’ about all of this because he was stripping in front of a webcam.
There was always the chance that someone would recognize Jensen and that made him shiver. If that were to happen, he’d have to die. There’d be no other way out. He’d even considered the blackmail possibilities but Danneel had assured him that only certain people would be watching him and they weren’t going to be likely to want to give up the show. Besides, she’d added, it was well known that everyone that did this was flat broke without it, anyway, so what would have been the point about trying to extort money?
Deciding to just say “fuck it” since he was already here, Jensen positioned his laptop and its plugged in webcam to make sure that he’d be in view but there’d be nothing identifiable about his apartment behind him. He’d already made sure to pick out the blankest, most boring wall in his apartment, thinking it through more than he’d care to admit. Giving it another moment of consideration, Jensen tilted the webcam down a fraction so that his face wasn’t showing, and then ‘opened’ his channel as he firmly told himself he wasn’t going to puke.
Jensen thought that maybe, possibly, he owed Danneel a bit of an apology and a chance for her to say “I told you so.” And possibly some flowers. Now that he could afford said flowers. A few minutes after first opening up his channel and starting his secret double life as “Alec,” internet webcam amateur pornstar, Jensen had had a few viewers stream in and, unsettlingly, started to write him comments like “wow u hot!” and “ya take it off!” Jensen had blushed beat red and had slowly started removing his shirt, doing like Danneel had told him and making it last.
“Viewers,” Danneel had said, “have to pay more the longer they’re watching you. So you want to make them have to stick around.”
“That’s horrible,” Jensen had told her, feeling embarrassed at the time. He wasn’t any less embarrassed about it but at least now he understood exactly what she’d been talking about.
Because that first check? Had made his eyes almost roll out of his head. Jensen grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboard-actual Cocoa Puffs and not some cheap knock-off generic crap and didn’t that make him want to do a dance in glee-and poured himself a bowl. The cereal had been one of the first things that Jensen had bought with his new money because it had been his favorite as a kid and it never failed to cheer him up.
He figured that he would eat breakfast first before getting online to catch the mid-morning ‘brunch’ crowd as he was calling them. Usually either the late risers or the bored office goers, sneaking a peak during their mid-morning break. It was odd that he was starting to schedule his life and mealtimes around peak viewing hours but Jensen figured that there were weirder things to do in the world. This was his life now and he was fast becoming used to it.
More than becoming used to it, he was…liking it.
He felt like a dirty fucking perv, worse than the people that paid to see him but it was so true it wasn’t even funny. Jensen knew that he wasn’t all that bad-looking but he’d never felt quite this intoxicated before. The random, illiterate compliments being typed his way-and the occasional, full-fledged sentence-were getting to his head in ways that he’d never dreamed possible. It was hard to ignore hundreds of people consistently telling him that he was hot and gorgeous and that they wanted to see more.
So much so that Jensen had even given in to the constant begging and started showing his face. It had upped his daily hits by two thousand.
Now, though…his regulars were begging for a little bit more than just him stripping and Jensen was actually considering giving in again. What would it hurt? Angelbaby42 only wanted him to “t0uch urs3lf plz!” and Daddy Winchester was promising to stay on all day if Jensen would just finger himself a little.
…It was like the stripping right? It wasn’t like it wasn’t something that Jensen didn’t normally do anyway. Just now he’d have some…encouraging comments to go along with it. More encouraging than any of his lovers had ever been.
That was one that thing he had to appreciate about his viewers. They were very…enthusiastic. Whenever Jensen got down to nearly nothing at all, they gave him more and more comments-usually even more comically misspelled for reasons that Jensen carefully didn’t think about.
And it would up the hits, he knew. It would make his regulars give him more and would probably get him even more consistent return hits. And Jensen would be lying if he were to claim that the thought didn’t make him a little hard thinking about it.
The decision made, Jensen threw his now empty bowl in the sink and sat down in his regular spot. He’d since upgraded his equipment-probably about the fifth thing that he’d bought with his new money-getting a new fancy desktop and a better camera and even moving the setup to his guest bedroom (his regulars loved the bed, they told him). He made sure that the camera was in a good position and opened the channel again. Angelbaby42, like usual, was waiting for him.
Angelbaby42: hi cutie :)
Jensen smiled and grabbed the wireless keyboard that he’d picked up too, typing out a few words.
Alec: Waiting for me?
Angelbaby42: always. love u.
Alec: :)
Alec: Gotta treat for you.
Angelbaby42: 4 real? what?!
Alec: Keep watching.
Jensen pushed the keyboard aside and wiggled to the middle of the bed, lowering his head to stare at the camera as he licked his lips. He knew that Angelbaby tended to like that.
Angelbaby42: god ur fuckin mouth…
Jensen nodded happily and undid the first few buttons on his shirt before popping his fingers into his mouth. He’d started ‘talking back’ to his viewers recently, loving their reactions and getting off on the odd kind of flirting, even if he wasn’t brave enough to actually reveal his voice yet and, in fact, his camera didn’t pick up sound. The viewers didn’t seem to mind, though they still begged to hear him. They liked his responses, typing back even more, and just thinking about it had Jensen achingly hard in his jeans. Still sucking on his fingers and keeping his eyes on the camera, Jensen ran a hand down his chest, heading toward his waistband. He flicked his eyes quickly to the monitor, making sure that he was still on screen.
Daddy Winchester has joined.
Angelbaby42: yeah do it! plz!
Daddy Winchester: Going to fucking kill me… Pretty green eyes.
Dropping his mouth open and closing his eyes, Jensen pushed his fingers beneath his waistband, just enough to make himself shiver. Three more viewers joined and he popped a few more buttons.
Half an hour later, Jensen was sprawled out on his bed, panting and shirtless with his jeans undone and he’d lost track of the number of people currently watching. He’d been fulfilling as many of their requests as possible-pinching his nipples, sucking on his fingers, anything they wanted within reason-and he was so damn hard, he was pretty sure that he was going to explode.
It was as if he was forgetting all about the real world, letting his inhibitions slip away to become “Alec.” To become some insatiable creature of pure lust, only wanting to cater to men’s fantasies. And it was about time he got on with the show. Smirking at the camera-they were going to love this-Jensen finally pushed down his jeans, kicking them off the bed to lie there in nothing but his black boxers.
Superfreak!: Whoo!
wolfmancometh: mmmm…
Crowley666: yeh. get nekkid…
Sasquatch: Wow.
Jensen smiled and shoved his hand down inside his boxers, gripping himself and arching his back off the bed. God but he wasn’t going to last. So wasn’t going to last…
This is what he got for teasing the shit out of everybody for so long-he’d been teasing the shit out of himself as well. And he was still a ways away from what he wanted. Jensen bit his lip, staving off his orgasm as he let his thumb circle the head of his cock, and then leaned out of the frame towards the nightstand and the ‘surprise’ that he had waiting.
godofwar: whr u goin?
Seeing the comment, Jensen grinned and grabbed the keyboard again.
Alec: Can’t type. Got lube.
A multitude of responses exploded across his screen and Jensen didn’t even bother to try reading all of them, instead leaning back and kicking off his underwear. His dick hard and throbbing, Jensen pointed it at the camera and gave himself a good stroke, his fingers pulling fluid from the tip that he smeared down the shaft. His viewers were egging him on and Jensen couldn’t disappoint them.
He unsnapped the bottle of lube, dabbing some in his hand and rubbing his fingers together, feeling the slickness. Then he grabbed himself, hard and firm like he liked it, and stroked up again, fingers rubbing against the underside and thumb stroking over the head. “God…” he whispered. Oh fuck, he felt like he was going to die over here. His muscles twitched, spasming with the pleasure and Jensen jerked his head to the side, closing his eyes as he whined softly. Why not? Wasn’t like there was anyone around to hear.
Only he didn’t want to miss the comments, so he fluttered his eyes open, reading the streaming text as in between declarations of love and statements about his hotness, there were suggestions for him. He discarded most of them-he wasn’t even sure what the hell some of them were-but a few he knew that he could use.
He slid his free hand down his chest, flicking at his nipple, before he moved down over his stomach and between his spread legs. More people were popping onto his channel now but Jensen couldn’t pay attention. He was too busy focusing on the feeling of his lubed finger pressing against the sensitive skin of his ass and how fucking good it was. His balls were drawing in tight, his dick twitching like mad-Jensen had to resort to gripping it around the base and holding it still-and he slowly pushed a finger in.
His eyes opened wide but he was staring at nothing as his brain filed through the overwhelming sensations and holy fuck he found his prostate. Jensen’s body left the bed as his finger brushed against the gland inside of him and he was pretty sure that he was never coming back down again. His mouth stuck in a silent scream, Jensen came, splattering onto his stomach and his body bowed into an arch he was sure was going to snap him spine.
He collapsed back on the bed afterward, body trembling through the aftershocks and his head lolled to the side. Damn. He was going to have to try that one again. Real soon. He pulled his finger out and moved upward to play with the sticky mess that he’d made out of himself, slick fingers pushing through the come.
That was when he remembered that, yes, he had an audience. He tilted his head up to look at the screen and smiled as he saw the screen scrolling, everyone wanting to be the one to tell him how much they’d enjoyed it.
Intoxicating.
After yet another failed date, Jared decided that he was going to give up. Swear off dating all together because this sucked. Of course, he’d said the same thing many times before but this time he meant it, damn it.
He’d had absolutely zero luck with anybody since Sandy had called off the engagement three years ago and left him heartbroken and alone. Okay, so maybe it had been more of a mutual kind of thing but still. Sandy was happily engaged to another guy now-that was awfully damn quick-but Jared only had a long string of failed relationships and pleasurable but ultimately empty one-night stands. How was this fair?
And really. No one that he’d ever met could even hold a candle to Alec, anyway. Alec was perfect. He was amazingly hot, with a body that wouldn’t quit and a mind to match. Unfortunately for Jared, Alec was also kind of unreachable considering that he was an amateur pornstar that Jared only knew through the lens of a webcam and an internet connection. Amidst all of the other regular users, too, Jared seriously doubted that Alec even knew his screenname let alone had a clue about the person behind it. No, to Alec, Jared’s unknowing cyber-boyfriend, Jared was just another loser that paid by the hour to watch him strip and play with himself. And then, even more pathetically, hope that Alec might decide to stick around afterward and chat.
It had started out with a bad case of blue balls after he’d been left hanging by the gorgeous but eccentric Misha, the receptionist on floor three. Jared had signed on to the site WebcamWhores more out of curiosity and desperation than anything-hoping for something to add a little bit of extra kick to his usual jerk off fantasies. What he’d found instead, was a newly featured channel on the front page that had the most gorgeous guy that Jared had ever seen before slowly stripping off his clothes while he typed to the pervs watching him. Jared had been more than curious at the point-he’d been stuck because Alec wasn’t just gorgeous but witty and smart, too. He easily quoted from ponderous books that Jared was sure flew over most of his audience’s head and talked about current events that were on his mind.
From there, Jared had started tuning in nearly ever night, signing onto Alec’s channel and willing to watch the man do anything from talking to…well. Jared had to admit-his obsession had started the night that Alec had said that he’d had a surprise and he ended up fingering himself for the camera, coming in messy ropes while he panted on his meticulously made bed. It’d been hot. From there, it had been all downhill into the depths of internet depravity for Jared, especially when Alec started bringing in the toys-like the baby blue dildo he was so incredibly fond of or the tiny black ball vibrators. Fuck yes. Jared really liked the toys-he’d admit it. Plain old vanilla was nice once and while but there was something extra special about Alec’s ‘collection.’
And Alec had finally caved after many weeks of pestering to investing in a camera that recorded sound so now Jared could hear him scream in pleasure while he fucked himself instead of just watching.
…It really wasn’t any wonder why Alec had thousands of subscribers.
Jared grabbed his laptop, stripped down and settled into his bed, getting comfortable as he signed on, waiting to see what Alec had in store for him tonight. He placed the laptop carefully beside him, making sure that it was laying fully on the bed ‘just in case.’ Jared had almost killed the thing once before when Alec had pulled something unexpected and Jared hadn’t been able to control himself so now he was extra cautious. He really didn’t want to have to explain to his boss why his laptop suddenly went flying across the room and why the screen was covered in white. Awkward for all involved.
He was in luck because not only was Alec on, but he was also in the middle of a ‘session.’ “Hi, Alec!” Jared typed, feeling like a dork and not particularly caring. Alec smiled at him.
“Hi, Sasquatch,” he purred and Jared shuddered. He closed his eyes, listening to Alec’s deep rasp echo in his mind and wished that it was a little bit different name that Alec was saying. But as much as he was wishing that, he knew that it would have been a bad idea to use his real name as a screenname. That was just begging for some governmental spying. Even if Jared thought that he would do almost anything to hear Alec’s voice rasping out his real name instead of the stupid nickname he’d earned back in highschool. Still. He’d take what he could get. Jared hurriedly pushed off his boxers, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed, getting himself ready to enjoy Alec’s show.
Alec was still looking at the screen with an evil smirk and Jared gripped his dick, knowing that whatever Alec had in mind, it was going to be good. It was always good. He wasn’t disappointed when Alec held up his favorite dildo, sucking on the head like it was a damn lollipop. Jared groaned, watching Alec’s pouty lips slide around the fake dick, wishing it was his own. He bet that Alec gave fantastic head. “Fuck,” he said, his hips thrusting into his hand.
He grit his teeth, trying to keep himself going at a nice steady pace because if he knew Alec then this had the definite possibility of lasting for hours and Jared wanted to try and make it to the end this time. Too many times before, Jared had ended up blowing his load way before Alec finished and had to sit and watch, his dick twitching painfully in interest, completely mesmerized by Alec doing absolutely filthy things to himself.
The good news was, however, that Alec was already naked. That meant that Jared had probably missed an hour of the show already-Jared fucking hated office paperwork-but it also meant that Alec had spent an hour teasing himself. The man’s stamina was incredible and Jared thought that perhaps it was a good thing that Alec had started early.
“Yeah…” Alec moaned as he flopped back on the bed. Jared swallowed and leaned closer to the computer screen like that would somehow getting him closer to the action, get him closer to Alec. He wondered what Alec tasted like. Smelled like.
He drew the line at licking the laptop screen.
Alec spread his legs wide, displaying himself well and Jared groaned as he got a good look at Alec’s puckered entrance before the now shiny curve of the blue dildo blocked it. He couldn’t mind, though, because Alec started to push the dildo inside right where Jared wished he could be. Alec sighed, obviously loving the feel of being filled. God but he was amazing. What Jared wouldn’t give for just a few hours with him. Alec would rock his damn world, he knew.
Only Jared was also well aware that if he got a few hours with Alec, it wouldn’t be enough and he’d demand a lifetime. Because afterward, he’d want Alec to stay around and quote more of those ponderous books or explain the main concepts behind microeconomics again (one of the viewers had had a question on his college homework and apparently Alec had been willing and able to help out).
Alec gasped as he pushed the dildo completely inside him, his ass stretching impossibly wide around it. He angled it up, pushing it against his prostate and Jared’s dick throbbed in sympathy. Or envy, he wasn’t sure which-probably both. “Mmm, yeah, it feels good…” Alec told them. “Yeah, I like having this dick in my ass…” Jared glanced over at the screen, seeing the comments scrolling by and realized that Alec was reading them off like a script. Clenching his hand around his dick, Jared pecked out his own.
“Yeah, I love being fucked…” Alec obediently moaned and Jared bit his lip, the sharp sting of pain keeping his orgasm at bay. He didn’t dare remove his hand from his dick because he knew that if he let up off the pressure, he’d come for sure. Already.
“Fuck yourself with it,” Jared typed and Alec happily complied, sighing and moaning as the dildo slid in and out of his hole.
“Yeah I can do that,” Alec said, responding to another comment, and he sat up and turned around, putting his back to the camera. Jared regretted losing the view of Alec’s glazed over green eyes and his gasping, pouty lips but he was now staring at Alec’s back and he couldn’t complain about that. Especially not when Alec bent over, displaying himself for the entire world to see and all Jared could think about was his hands on Alec’s hips and him pounding into him from behind. “How’s that?” Alec asked.
Jared tore his eyes away from the gorgeous sight of Alec’s ass spread and waiting for him to see what his fellow perverts were typing. Daddy Winchester was the one that had told him to turn around and spread himself “like a good little boy” and TheMorningStar was begging for Alec to break out the handcuffs again. The guy had a bit of a kink about restraints. Jared rolled his eyes and typed his own suggestion.
Alec moaned, obviously liking the idea. “Yeah,” he said, following Jared’s comment and pulling the dildo out of his ass. He dropped it onto the bed, discarding it for the moment, and used his hands to spread his cheeks wide, letting Jared get a good look at Alec’s stretched hole, glistening with lube and twitching with anticipation. “Like that?” Alec whispered breathlessly.
“Oh fuck yes…” Jared squeaked and he was coming before he could stop himself. He managed to jerk his dick backward so he shot over his stomach instead of the keyboard but he couldn’t stop the shudders racking his body or how his foot twitched uncontrollably.
As Jared groaned through his release, Alec followed other typed orders and suggestions, maneuvering himself into a variety of positions and when Jared was finally able to open his eyes without them crossing, he saw that Alec was back on his back with the red vibrator he’d gotten last week strapped to his dick.
Oh fuck. Jared was so fucking done for. His dick leaped painfully to the side as he watched Alec writhe in helpless pleasure, the vibrator completely merciless like Alec liked. Jared knew that it was fast becoming one of Alec’s favorites and, consequently, it was becoming one of Jared’s favorites, too.
“Yeah…” Alec panted, sounding fucked out already. “Yeah, I’m gonna come. Gonna come real soon.” Which meant that there was about another fifteen minutes left. Jared whimpered as his dick twitched again. “Yeah, just for you, Daddy…”
…Jared really should have used his real name. His anonymity would have been shot to shit but he thinks it almost would have been worth the possible identity theft.
Jensen answered his cell phone on the second ring. Yet another one of the benefits of his new ‘career’-Jensen could afford his phone again. “Hello?”
“Hi, stranger,” a familiar voice greeted him. Jensen swallowed. Danneel. He should have checked his caller ID before answering. It wasn’t that he was avoiding Danneel, exactly…it was more that he couldn’t look her in the eye…
It had been months now since Danneel had started him up on WebcamWhores and Jensen was well aware that he’d already passed her, plunging into the deep end of the abyss that was internet pornography. It wasn’t that he minded that she did it, too. It was more that Danneel was the only one who was truly aware of what Jensen did for a steady paycheck nowadays and that meant that he couldn’t look at her without going beat red, thoughts of what he’d done for strangers flashing through his head.
And then he’d think about how much he liked it. This really wasn’t where Jensen thought that he’d be in life. Ever, really.
“So how are you doing?” Danneel asked.
“Fine,” Jensen answered, smoothly enough. “How are you?”
“The website seems to be working out well,” Danneel said, skipping right over his half-hearted question.
Right. “…Is it?” He warred within himself, debating on how much to tell her because on one hand, it was too embarrassing to talk about but on the other, it was Danneel and she, in addition to supposedly being one of his best friends, was the one who’d gotten him into it in the first place.
Danneel sighed sadly. “We’re not going to get all weird now, are we? I don’t want to lose you, Jensen…”
Jensen broke at the miserable tone of her voice. “No. No, of course not. I’m just…”
“Having a hard time adjusting?” Danneel guessed, right on the damn money like always. There were sometimes that Jensen thought that she really did know him too well.
“Something like that, yeah.”
“I felt that, too. It gets easier.”
“Does it?” Jensen stared at the piles of vegetables in front of him. He was supposed to be picking out something nice for dinner tonight. After spending so long eating ramen noodles, Jensen delighted in cooking, especially fresh vegetables. He’d usually end up going overboard, cooking for the sheer sake of cooking, and having to donate a great deal to the local homeless shelter but Jensen didn’t think that was necessarily a bad thing. At least he was helping out society while indulging in his fetish.
…Fetish. Jensen flushed again and was grateful that Danneel was on the other side of the phone instead of directly in front of him so she couldn’t see his face. There were certain words that he’d have to avoid thinking for awhile. At least for his own piece of mind.
“I know that you’re doing well,” Danneel told him and Jensen’s blood ran cold. How did she…? Did he give something away? “I can see the stats on the main page and I know who the most popular ‘male model’ is, Jensen.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh,’” she replied with amusement. “You seem to spend a lot of time on there.”
“You, uh, you-you-you…” Goddamn it, he should spit it out already. “You haven’t…watched. Right?”
Danneel laughed. “And pay money when I could see your naked ass for free?” Jensen breathed a quiet sigh of relief. It wasn’t that it was Danneel-he didn’t think that he’d ever want to know anyone who’d ever watched ‘Alec’ perform. It would bring the whole thing crashing down on his ears. “Anyway, I wanted to know if you were free this Friday? We haven’t talked in forever, so I was thinking that maybe we could go to the bar on the corner?”
Jensen frowned. He didn’t want to have to talk about the website and, right now, that was the biggest thing that he and Danneel had in common. Besides a general love for manbits and possibly old movies.
“We don’t have to talk about the website,” Danneel said quietly. “In fact, I’d rather not. I miss you, not it.”
It was as if a weight had been lifted off of Jensen’s chest. “I’d love to,” he said sincerely. He did genuinely miss Danneel. He’d known her for years now and no one could quite make him laugh like she could.
“Great,” Danneel cheered. “So I’ll see you around 8 or so?”
“Sounds good,” Jensen agreed. They said their goodbyes and hung up and Jensen stood there, smiling at the tomatoes for a good long while. Okay. So maybe things were better than he thought that they were. He might not be able to tell anyone about his ‘job’ anymore without feeling mortified but at least he got to keep whatever hours he wanted. Even if he was spending possibly a few more in front of the computer than he really should. He couldn’t help it. He liked the guys talking to him. And they seemed to enjoy his company-even when he wasn’t fucking himself with a gigantic dildo. True, they tended to prefer him to be naked no matter what he was doing, but some of them were happy merely talking to him which blew Jensen’s mind. It was like having hundreds of extremely attentive boyfriends and Jensen couldn’t say that he minded the attention.
Jared was in a bit of a bind. He couldn’t decide if he wanted the green beans or the yellow wax beans. And, once he decided that, he’d have to do decide if he wanted the green peppers, the yellow peppers, the red peppers or if he just wanted to say “screw it” and go for broke grabbing the orange ones.
All these decisions. They were killing him here.
Presentation was everything, Jared knew. It was all in the color selection and how each vegetable was cut and fuck it, it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to mangle them anyway. Jared was no good at cooking. He’d accepted that a long time ago but for some asinine reason, he’d decided that he had to practice and get better.
No, scratch that. He knew exactly why he was standing in a Farmer’s Market, trying to decide on which vegetables were going to die in horribly brutal ways. It was because of Tom. Tom, Jared’s latest attempt at a relationship which had, of course, failed miserably.
That was okay. Jared was fine with that. He was. Because Tom was an asshole who had repeatedly taunted Jared’s lack of domestic prowess. Fuck that, though, because it wasn’t like Jared was in the running for housewife of the year or anything.
Yet here he was, considering which vegetables to slaughter on his first attempt. Jared was swearing off dating. Again.
Alec, Jared was sure, wouldn’t meanly insult his lack of cooking skills. He’d just smile and calmly explain the proper techniques because, like everything else, Alec was probably a genius in the kitchen. From now on, Jared decided, he was just going to stick to his pretend boyfriend. Alec was so much better than any other guy out there anyway. And if Jared spent more on him than rent, well, that wasn’t anyone’s business!
It certainly wasn’t Tom’s.
If only Alec didn’t exist in Jared’s world in purely digital form. That was Alec’s only real drawback-that he wasn’t necessarily real. Jared glared at the vegetables, wondering if he should just go to the store and grab a microwave dinner of something before he noticed something just out of his line of sight. Jared blinked, raising his head because he could have sworn…
…That the guy standing right across from him looked like Alec. But that was crazy, right? Alec was some random guy on the internet who probably lived in freaking Maine or something. Jared’s subconscious was possibly taking his joking about being in a relationship with the webcam pornstar a little too seriously.
He scrubbed at his eyes and looked again, wanting to see who the guy really was (and if he was possibly cute-except that Jared was supposed to be swearing off dating and staying faithful to Alec, damn it!). He had to repeat the motion because it hadn’t helped and he would recognize that face anywhere. He certainly spent a lot of time staring at it, after all. Hell, at this point, Jared was fairly certain he could pick Alec’s cock out of a line-up.
No matter how many times he checked and double-checked, however, the guy in front of him refused to change into any other guy than Alec. Alec, Alec, Alec. Just to make sure that he wasn’t crazy or anything, Jared looked to his left, making sure that that guy didn’t look like Alec, too. And no. Not unless Alec had gained about fifty pounds and gone bald, he didn’t even have the slightest resemblance. Jared jerked his gaze back to front and center, feeling something scarily akin to giddiness start to well up inside of him. He was about to geek out, right here and now.
Alec, the man of Jared’s dreams was standing right across from him, carefully studying the tomatoes. His vivid green eyes were narrowed as if searching for the perfect one and his white teeth were biting into the full bottom lip that Jared had spent entire nights fantasizing about kissing. He was standing there with a hand on his hip, displaying the perfect lines of his body straight on down to his incredibly familiar bow legs and Jared could deny who he was. Everything was right smack on the money up to and including the damn freckles that Jared could just barely make out from this distance.
And this particular market wasn’t exactly a trendy hotspot which meant that it was more than likely that Alec also lived in Jared’s general area. Jared breathed a quick prayer in case the big man upstairs was listening and expected thanks because this more than made up for the string of bad luck that he’d had for the past three years. This made up enough to equalize a ten year dry spell.
Jared totally wanted an autograph. Except that he didn’t know if that would be considered too creepy or not-what was the etiquette with internet pornstars, anyway?! Besides. Jared knew that he wanted a lot more than an autograph from the gorgeous man in front of him. It was just that ‘autograph,’ sounded a lot nicer than ‘chain him up in the bedroom and never ever let him go.’
Jared’s palms were suddenly sweaty, too, which was ridiculous because he hadn’t been nervous about meeting someone for ten years now. He quickly rubbed them dry on his pants because he knew that there was no way that he could get this close to Alec and not even introduce himself. And stuff.
Summoning up his courage and hoping that his usual charm served him well instead of getting him shot down like a slow fighter jet in enemy territory, Jared maneuvered around the table that was in between them and walked deliberately up to Alec. There was no sense in being sneaky about it because there was no way that Jared could hide the complete awe that he knew was all over his face. He tended to wear his heart on his sleeve which he thought was more of an asset than a drawback.
Alec never even heard him coming. Which was impressive because Jared wasn’t exactly the most graceful animal on the plains. Jared was able to get up right next to him, close enough that Jared imagined that he could smell him-he was already so much better than any of the other losers on Alec’s channel it wasn’t even funny-before Alec finally noticed him. Alec paled, his green eyes going wide as he took a step back and Jared immediately raised his hands, trying to show his non-threateningness. Fuck, he was already coming across as creepy. He sincerely hoped that he wasn’t doomed here.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said earnestly, mentally applauding himself when it caused Alec to stop backing up. “I…” Jared smiled ruefully and pointed over his shoulder at where he’d just been standing. “I saw you over there and I couldn’t help myself. I had to come over and say hi.” He stuck his hand, still feeling like a dork but wanting to make a good impression. “I’m Jared,” he said.
Alec stared at his hand like it was a poisonous snake and Jared wondered if he should take it back. Then a small blush stained Alec’s cheeks and Alec’s hand was grabbing his in a firm shake. “Jensen,” he said and Jared’s world tilted a little. He should have known that ‘Alec’ would have used a fake name, too.
And he felt himself edging into pretty dangerous territory because knowing ‘Alec’s’ real name made his heart swell in his chest. God but he was gone. Pathetic and gone. “Hi, Jensen,” Jared replied, testing out the sound of the name on his tongue and finding that he liked it. Perhaps a little too much because it came out as more of a jungle cat’s purr and Jensen’s blush deepened.
Then again, Jared figured that that wasn’t a bad thing. He rather liked the blush and, frankly, it intrigued him. Who would have ever guessed that ‘Alec’, wild, amazing, nearly shameless Alec, would still blush during a first meeting. Jared smiled warmly and held onto Jensen’s hand, refusing to let him have it back. “So, I, uh, was wondering if you had any plans tonight…”
On to Part 2.