so I comment-fic'ed at micheleeeex...
...because this pic called for hookerfic.
untitled hooker!J2 commentfic, ~400 words, PG-13ish?
The June day’s been hot as fuck, and with the way the sun clings above the horizon, that isn’t going to change as Jared takes his usual spot along the fence. It’s early yet and the street’s pretty empty; Chad’s not even there yet, let alone anybody who’d pick up Jared, but he’s still got a vague hope he can get tonight’s work over with quickly. Jared settles in against the fence to wait.
He doesn’t wait long, though. After a few minutes, there’s a familiar guy making his way over. He gets in close, close enough to touch, and shoots Jared a fond smile. “So, when’re you gonna let me take you away from all this?” Jensen asks.
Jensen’s dressed casually, but a hell of a lot nicer than Jared - no ripped patches in his jeans - and he’s the best thing Jared’s seen all day. Jared grins and says, “You gunning for the Pretty Woman scenario again, Jen?”
“Only if the movie ended with Julia Roberts getting upgraded from hooker to ridiculously high-priced call girl.”
“We gonna have that discussion again?”
Jensen shrugs. “You know I gotta offer.”
“And you know I gotta turn it down. And I’m so not the chick in this relationship.”
“You wish you were as masculine as me.” Jensen snorts. “I can’t stay long.”
“Got an appointment?”
“Some big-shot producer, been with the agency awhile. I just never had him before. Tom says the guy’s a kinky fucker.” Jensen rolls his eyes.
“That so? He gonna make you call him ‘sir’? Call you his whore?” Jared moves in closer, enough to feel Jensen’s breath against his skin. He says, low and intimate, “You gonna tell him your ass belongs to me no matter how much he’s payin’?”
“Yeah, Jay, I’ll tell him.” Jensen leans to close that last bit of distance, bringing his mouth hard against Jared’s in a rough kiss. They don’t linger - just a few quick, dirty brushes of tongue and a soft moan from Jensen before they pull apart.
“I should go,” Jensen says, pupils wide and arousal still plain on his face. Jared wants to haul him in again, to kiss and hold and cling to.
Instead he says, “Yeah. Get outta here; you’re scaring away my customers.”
Jensen laughs a little and pulls back, ready to turn and go. “I’ll see you later?”
“’Course. Later, Jen.”
“Bye, Jay.”
Jared watches Jensen leave the way he came, down the block and around the corner. When he’s out of sight, a promising car pulls up to the curb and Jared approaches as the window goes down. The voice inside asks, “How much?”
untitled hooker!J2 commentfic, ~400 words, PG-13ish?
The June day’s been hot as fuck, and with the way the sun clings above the horizon, that isn’t going to change as Jared takes his usual spot along the fence. It’s early yet and the street’s pretty empty; Chad’s not even there yet, let alone anybody who’d pick up Jared, but he’s still got a vague hope he can get tonight’s work over with quickly. Jared settles in against the fence to wait.
He doesn’t wait long, though. After a few minutes, there’s a familiar guy making his way over. He gets in close, close enough to touch, and shoots Jared a fond smile. “So, when’re you gonna let me take you away from all this?” Jensen asks.
Jensen’s dressed casually, but a hell of a lot nicer than Jared - no ripped patches in his jeans - and he’s the best thing Jared’s seen all day. Jared grins and says, “You gunning for the Pretty Woman scenario again, Jen?”
“Only if the movie ended with Julia Roberts getting upgraded from hooker to ridiculously high-priced call girl.”
“We gonna have that discussion again?”
Jensen shrugs. “You know I gotta offer.”
“And you know I gotta turn it down. And I’m so not the chick in this relationship.”
“You wish you were as masculine as me.” Jensen snorts. “I can’t stay long.”
“Got an appointment?”
“Some big-shot producer, been with the agency awhile. I just never had him before. Tom says the guy’s a kinky fucker.” Jensen rolls his eyes.
“That so? He gonna make you call him ‘sir’? Call you his whore?” Jared moves in closer, enough to feel Jensen’s breath against his skin. He says, low and intimate, “You gonna tell him your ass belongs to me no matter how much he’s payin’?”
“Yeah, Jay, I’ll tell him.” Jensen leans to close that last bit of distance, bringing his mouth hard against Jared’s in a rough kiss. They don’t linger - just a few quick, dirty brushes of tongue and a soft moan from Jensen before they pull apart.
“I should go,” Jensen says, pupils wide and arousal still plain on his face. Jared wants to haul him in again, to kiss and hold and cling to.
Instead he says, “Yeah. Get outta here; you’re scaring away my customers.”
Jensen laughs a little and pulls back, ready to turn and go. “I’ll see you later?”
“’Course. Later, Jen.”
“Bye, Jay.”
Jared watches Jensen leave the way he came, down the block and around the corner. When he’s out of sight, a promising car pulls up to the curb and Jared approaches as the window goes down. The voice inside asks, “How much?”