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Fic: When Work Is A Pleasure (1/1)
Title: When Work Is A Pleasure
Author: salixbabylon
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10,708
Disclaimer: No offense meant at all to the real guys. This is just fiction, people.

Summary: AU - Jared is a shy young reporter; Jensen is a porn star. A weekend at the Folsom Street Fair brings Jared out of his shell.

Notes: Written for lexzilla for spn_j2_xmas. She gave me such awesome prompts that I combined two of them. I hope you like this!

Thanks go out to the spn_j2_xmas mods, for all their hard work coordinating this. Also to molly_millions for inspiration, sarka and dissonant_dream for encouragement, and arieltachna for reading a rough draft and telling me it was ok. Finally, **huge** thank yous to my wonderful friend Nancy for betaing. :)

When Work Is A Pleasure

Jared paused the video playing on his monitor and reached down to unbutton his jeans. Today's download from Atlas Men, his favorite porn site, was amazing; the blond guy was a newcomer and unbelievably pretty. Jared started things up again, eyes glued to the three men on screen as his hands pushed clothing aside. Following the lead of the tall brunet on screen, he let his hands wander over his own body, pushing up his shirt and scratching his fingernails over his nipples.

He didn't like the sensation as much as the new guy seemed to, so he focused on how his hands felt, imagining that he was touching the porn star instead. He was perfect: body firm, but lean rather than bulky, and with a face so gorgeous it was almost breath-taking. His green eyes were simply beautiful and that mouth, those full lips, well, they seemed perfectly made for the cock he was sucking.

The brunet guy looked like he was nearly the same size as Jared, so it was easy to imagine that those were his hands on that tight ass sprinkled with freckles. The blond was spread open, two fingers disappearing inside his hole and spreading lube around. Approving noises were muffled by the bald guy's cock in the blond's mouth, but his expressive face clearly communicated his pleasure. The newcomer shifted back, eager for more, making the brunet laugh and give his ass a light smack before lining up and sliding his impressive dick inside the impatient man.

The bald guy paused, withdrawing from the blond's mouth to let him breathe. The moans the guy made as he was penetrated were fan-fucking-tastic. Sure, he was a porn star – duh - but he sounded so goddamned turned on that Jared couldn't help speeding up his strokes on his own dick in response.

He watched for a while longer, then skipped through a couple of position changes; he wanted to come when the blond guy did. He stopped near the end of the video. The blond was back on his knees, being fucked by the brunet from behind. The bald guy was laid out underneath the other two, sixty-nineing. Jared's hands gripped his cock tighter, building up speed for the grand finale. His own harsh breaths nearly drowned out the other three – especially since two of them had their mouths muffled.

Abruptly the new guy pulled off of the cock in his mouth, long fingers replacing them as his head fell heavily to the thigh underneath him while he let out a groan that had Jared squeezing his own cock hard, trying to hold back. The brunet's steady fucking never changed pace although his thrusts were visibly harder, deeper, making the blond swear and moan, "Yeah, yeah, now." The brunet hauled him up by one shoulder, wrapping a muscled arm around the blond's waist to hold him upright. The contrast of the muscular body against more the lean one made Jared shiver.

The blond melted beautifully back into the offered shoulder as the bald guy underneath stopped sucking his dick and rolled out of the way, hand still jacking the blond off. Less than a handful of thrusts from the brunet and he was coming, face twisted in gorgeous ecstasy as he shot all over the bedspread. The camera panned back to capture both, rather than just focusing on the come shot like usual, and that did it for Jared. The tipped-back head exposed a taut line of throat, delicious tendons that Jared wanted nothing in the universe more than to lick and suck and leave his mark on, right fucking now.

The brunet gave another thrust and a final dribble leaked out of the blond's cock at the same time that Jared climaxed, soaking his hand and chest with a gut-deep groan.

When he opened his eyes a few moments later, the other two had apparently come as well and the blond was covered in spunk. He looked more amused about it than porn stars usually did, like he was trying to hold back a smile. They all three traded some sloppy-wet kisses, looking fond of each other. They got up from the bed and headed out of the room, still touching and laughing, as the sound faded out and credits started to roll.

Jared wiped up with some tissues, put his clothing back to normal, and stopped the video. Eager to find out more about the hot newcomer, he clicked on a few links and settled in to watch the outtakes.

'Alec Greene' was the new guy's name. All three men laughed and kidded around as they waited, mid-fuck, while the lighting and camera guys moved around them to set up the best shots. The other two men Alec was with were referred to as 'Kent' and 'Lance' as the unseen director told them to slow down, move a little to the right, lean back so the camera could get a better shot. Unlike most of the outtakes Jared had watched, these guys were obviously friendly and at ease with each other, giggling like boys when one of them farted.

Kent teased Lance about eating too many beans, and Alec ribbed Kent about being over-eager and having to be told to slow down more than twice. Both teased Alec about being a virgin and having performance anxiety. The director yelled at them to shut up and get back to the action, albeit with humor in his voice.

Jared was in love. Well, not love. Lust. And maybe in like, to use a term from junior high. Alec was gorgeous, funny, had a great body, and a face so beautiful Jared wondered why he was in porn instead of real movies. His humor tended more towards the sarcastic side, which Jared loved. And he was a total slut.

Not that Jared meant that in a bad way, he hastily corrected his thoughts. Just that the guy liked sex, seemed like he enjoyed what he was doing a lot, as evidenced from the outtakes. One short moment at the beginning had included a bit of conversation between him and Kent, who was welcoming Alec and saying that he was glad Alec had finally agreed to join him and Lance and give filming a try. Alec had shrugged. "I get to fuck two hot guys I know. You're both good in bed and I like being watched. I can't figure out why it took me so long to let you talk me into this," he said with a grin.

Yup. Jared gave himself a rueful smile. He had a crush on a porn star. Could he get any more trite?

*****

Late for work the next morning, Jared chugged his coffee in the elevator and rushed to his desk. He was about to be late for the monthly brainstorming session at the San Francisco office of the magazine he wrote for, "Queer America." He powered up his computer, grabbed the notebook he kept story ideas in, quickly checked his mail to see if there was anything from his boss that he should know about before the meeting, and dashed to the conference room. He sat down on the far side of the table, only the third person there so far, and was coolly flipping through scraps of paper and post-its when Jeff strolled in the door, closely followed by the other dozen or so editors and writers.

Awesome. No one knew he'd only been at the office for ten minutes instead of an hour.

"Porn," Jeff said, once everyone was seated. The scramble for coffee cups, PDAs, notepads, and pens that still had some ink in them stopped abruptly.

"The New York office wants the next issue to be about porn. So we've got dvds, internet sites, Vegas, strippers, Burbank's porno industry, and of course sex workers. Go," he said, making a shooing motion with his hands.

Everyone started talking at once and the noise grew to cacophonous levels in moments. Sex, as always, got everyone's attention.

"We've got all of the porn industry here in California," Ellen said. "I think we should concentrate on that, work different angles. Creation, distribution, consumption, workers. We'll have to send a contingent down to LA."

"Folsom Street's in three weeks – a lot of them will be up here, working the booths," an intern pointed out.

Jared raised an eyebrow; he'd had no idea the kid was even old enough to get past security at the Fair. Well then. Too bad he wasn't into twinks; the kid was pretty, maybe a bit kinky, but still far too young. At twenty-three, Jared made it a rule to never sleep with anyone who looked younger than him.

Inspiration - in the form of a flashback to blond hair and green eyes and lush lips – hit Jared. "I could call up a few of the studios with booths at the Fair and ask if we could interview some of the workers and directors and stuff," he suggested.

"Good idea; let's keep this as legitimate and above-board as possible," Jeff said with a nod. "I want to focus on the healthy, fun side of sex, not the usual crap about how sex workers are all druggies being blackmailed into making porn by low-life crooks and pimps so they can get their next fix. Let's not sugar-coat this but let's try to stay on the positive side."

There were murmurs of agreement all around. After another hour or so of conversation and story ideas, the assignments were handed out. Jared was thrilled to have been given not only the task of contacting his friend on the Folsom Street Fair committee to see which porno companies would have booths, but also promised he could do one batch of the interviews.

Back at his desk, he thought of green eyes again, gave his crotch a discreet rub, and picked up the phone.



*****

It came together so easily it almost made Jared worry. He called his friend and readily got a list of the porno companies who had paid for booths at the Fair in exchange for a promise to bring beer and pizza to Chad's house for the football game on Sunday. He researched the companies, got contact information for all of them, and agreements from all but one to let the magazine interview some of their directors and "boys." Jared hadn't even had to bribe the other writers to let him have Hawk Studios, one of his favorites.

The next few days were spent surfing through porn websites – at work! He had the best job ever. A lot of the porn stars had blogs, although it was unclear whether the blog posts were actually written by the guys or by some poor staff person at their studio. Jared felt a little bad for being so cynical, but come on: not all of these guys could be into blogging. Some of them evidently were, though, posting random and weird things like bits of poems, links to songs, movie reviews, and also a brain-numbing amount of netspeak abbreviations and emoticons – mostly from the twinks, sad to say.

Jared focused on the ones who had actual content in their blogs and emailed a few of them. One, Carl, looked to be pursuing a music career in addition to his "day job," and had sparked some interesting conversation about the lyrics he posted. He certainly seemed like a real person, so Jared emailed the address listed and got a reply back within a couple of hours. Carl said he'd be more than happy to do an interview and even suggested that Jared contact his friend Kris, "who never shuts up - you'll get so much verbiage you could write a book, never mind a column for your magazine."

Kris also responded fairly promptly to Jared's email, having heard of him from Carl. They were both pretty friendly dudes, as much as it was possible to tell that sort of thing on the internet. They seemed like normal guys, interested in music, posting actual content to their blogs, communicating in full sentences and with decent spelling and typing in their email. Porn stars with brains in their head; half of Jared's work was done - these two would go a long way toward proving that making pornos wasn't something just for losers.

Carl's next email invited Jared to a kick-off party being co-hosted by the Folsom Street Fair committee and a local safe-sex organization, so he could meet the guys working at the booths in person and set up some interview times. Not to mention just hang out and party. Jared had a vague idea of what kind of party it would be, and he was a little uncomfortable but said yes anyway. It would be good for him to break out of his shell and have some fun. He'd been all-work-and-no-play for the last several months, ever since a bad break-up. Maybe some high-spirited raunchy fun was just what he needed.

And where better than the Folsom Street Fair for raunchy fun? Jared had gone once before, when he was just barely legal, and had been so intimidated he'd left after less than an hour of wandering around. It was one thing to fantasize about sex, but quite another for your naughtiest fantasies to suddenly come to life all around you. At eighteen, it had been a bit much for him and he'd gotten so flustered that he had tripped over his own feet, knocked a trio of leather dykes to the ground with his flailing limbs, and then run away blushing a deep purpley-red when they'd suggested perhaps he just needed a good spanking to steady his nerves.

Chad had laughed himself sick – literally; he'd actually vomited – and the story had become something of a legend with Jared's friends.

But now he was five years older and wiser and he'd seen things. Been clubbing. Watched a lot more porn and had a lot more sex. So he'd be fine, right? He wasn't the geeky too-tall kid he'd been back then.

No; now he was slightly less geeky, just as tall, a bit more coordinated, and still baby-faced despite his religious gym attendance. Not to mention single and in a rut ever since his last loser boyfriend had left him, citing that he was the most uncreative writer Michael had ever been with. And that was after Jared had given him a blowjob in a movie theater, even.

Well, Jared would show him. He'd go to Folsom. And he'd have a fantastic time.

*****

It took Jared twenty minutes to find the address of the party and twice that long to find parking. For a "small, private event" it sure was crowded. It turned out that the guest list was very restricted and Jared was stunned that Carl had actually put him down on it.

Once inside, the place was wall-to-wall men; there were maybe five women in the building, total, including one of the bartenders. He found himself near the bar, so he grabbed a drink and let the crowd shuffle him towards the empty stage set up in the main room.

"What's going on?" he asked a short guy in his late thirties with wild, curly hair who was standing next to him.

"There's a show. The studios bring a few of their guys for us to see before the Fair really gets started. They're all backstage, I think," was the answer.

A show. As in live sex? Jared swallowed and nodded, trying to look worldly. "Guess that's where I'm supposed to meet Carl, then," he mumbled and started pushing through the crowd to get closer to the door.

The guy in leather guarding the entrance not only didn't believe him, but seemed mildly disgusted that Jared couldn't come up with a more creative story than being a reporter, here to meet Carl from Hawk Studios. Finally a very pretty young redhead coming out the door interrupted Jared's pleading, saying he was there to see if Carl's guest had shown up. Jared was so relieved to see the guy that it took a few minutes for it to register that he was buck naked.

Everyone in the room he was led into was naked – except him. Some guys were massaging shiny oil into their skin (or other men's), or bending over to display perfect round asses as they stretched and flexed, or just hanging out talking and laughing. The redhead – Jeremy - nudged him along, chattering about how excited he was to be there, that it was his first show, and he was getting fucked by this gorgeous guy he'd never been with before and was really looking forward to it.

Jared couldn't help laughing, "Sounds like a great job."

A heavy arm wrapped itself around his waist. "It's got its awesome parts. You the reporter? Jared?" an easy-going voice asked.

Carl was blond and looked like a surfer, with a slight LA accent and a gorgeous body that was more natural looking muscles than gym-bunny. He introduced Jared around, to Kris and Rob and a bunch of other guys from Hawk Studios, all of whom were naked. They were so casual about it that Jared kept kind of forgetting and then being shocked when he glanced down and saw their dicks. It was weird.

Kind of nice, but weird.

And then it got weirder; Jared turned around and saw a familiar face across the room. A familiar ass. And chest. And legs.

It was that guy from the porno. The good one. That Jared had sort of watched a few more times. Few hundred more times. "Watched." Yeah.

He made a gurgling noise as he tried not to swallow his tongue. Or get hard. Hard-er.

Jeremy, still standing next to them, squealed. "Oh my god, that's him! Alec! Jesus, he's even more beautiful in person. And in twenty minutes, he's going to fuck me," he added in a voice of awe and pride mixed. "I'm so glad Hawk got him to sign on. If you ask me, the other two were just a bonus; this guy's going places."

"What?" Jared blinked. "Alec Greene's signed on with Hawk Studios? When?"

"Ah, so you're 'familiar with his work,' huh?" Carl teased, jostling Jared with a shoulder. Which reminded him again that he was surrounded by two dozen or so really hot, really naked guys.

"Uh, yeah," he answered feebly, figuring there was no point in playing coy since he'd already ID'd the guy. "Caught his debut, I guess. With Kent and Lance?"

"You're not the only one," Kris said, shaking his head. "Atlas is kicking themselves for not grabbing him right off the bat. He got a ton of offers. To be honest, I'm surprised Hawk was the best one, but who knows? Maybe he had some restrictions and they were the first or only studio to agree to them or something."

Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Restrictions – whatever. I get to be fucked by unbelievably hot guys, for a job. It's safer that being an escort, and when the guys look like the studs Hawk hires, I could care less what they want to do to me," he said, running his hand down Kris's chest with a flirty leer. "Okay; I'm off. Gotta lube up and stretch," he said, bouncing up to kiss Jared's cheek before he flitted off into the crowd.

"Wanna watch the man in action, son?" Kris grinned.

Carl shoved him. "Come on; it's why you're here, right? To learn more about the seedy underbelly of the porn industry?"

"Actually, no," Jared said, refocusing his wandering eyes on the man's face, away from the flesh-fest surrounding him. "I want to find the personalities, the real people behind the scenes. Show that there's nothing seedy or raunchy or coercive or exploitive about porn. That it's just sex, entertainment, and that the people involved are perfectly normal." He flushed. "If somewhat better looking."

"God, geek-talk makes me hot," Kris purred in full-on Southern drawl. "Alla them big words, ooh boy."

Jared blushed. Well, blushed more; he was probably already flushed from general embarrassment and arousal.

"Well, come on," Carl said, coming to his rescue as he wrapped an arm around Jared's back and steered him to the side exit. "Watch the amazing Alec Greene fuck Jeremy, maybe we'll have some fun, and then you can decide who you want to interview tomorrow at the Fair."

Which was how Jared found himself standing in the second row back from a small stage lit with two spotlights, surrounded by hot, sweaty, horny, nude and semi-nude men on all sides. Watching Alec Greene fuck Jeremy, who looked like Christmas had come early as he got his mouth around Alec's cock.

The crowd around him, the room in general, reeked of sex. Men watching, touching each other, touching themselves, getting aroused, getting off. The guy to Jared's left was getting a hand-job; the one in front of Jared leaned back against Jared's chest and reached for his hand, asking if he wanted to jerk him off. Carl was on his right, the hand on his ass a semi-possessive warmth through Jared's jeans, and on the other side Kris was licking Carl's neck.

And in front of him, Alec was sliding his nice, thick cock into the shining hole of the young man bent over in front of him, thighs taut, ass firm, and every muscle flexing as his beautiful green eyes slid shut in pleasure.

Yeah, Jared was hard. Beyond hard, light-headed, dick aching like he was a virgin back in high school-hard, urgent and aroused and uncomfortable and embarrassed. Wondering if he was going to come in his pants right there or just die from frustration first.

It was all a little overwhelming.

Then again, seeing your favorite porno fantasy come to life six feet in front of you will probably do that to a guy, Jared thought.

"You like him, don't you?" a soft voice whispered in his ear. "More than the others. It's his eyes. There's just something special in them."

Jared nodded, not looking at Carl. "A mystery. Layers."

"Yup. You can't fake that. But watch out, sweetheart. Sometimes there's nothing much good there behind the mask."

Jared nodded. "Pretty to look at though."

The hand on his ass squeezed a little, then drifted over to his hip. He shifted away slightly.

"No? Okay, man. Just thought I'd offer, since you're enjoying the show and all," Carl grinned.

"Might take you up on it later," Jared shrugged. "If the lamprey attached to your neck ever lets go."

Kris pulled off with a laugh, leaving a huge purple mark and reached over to swat Jared on the arm. "Trust me; I know how to share," he smirked.

The general murmur around them dropped suddenly, interrupting any response Jared would have made. On the stage - which he'd sort of been trying to not watch, actually, so his dick didn't spontaneously combust – the pace had picked up. The beat of the music playing seemed louder, and the moans of the two porn stars (to say nothing of the men next to, behind, and in front of Jared) were audible. And growing in volume.

In moments Jeremy's groans had turned into near-yelling, and Alec thrust hard, flexing his ass as Jeremy gave a long, wailed, "Oh fuck, yeah," and came in copious bursts all over the chair he was bent over. Alec moaned, a surprisingly deep sound, and pulled out. He stripped off the condom, jerking his dick hard and fast, and in moments was coating Jeremy's firm ass with his come.

Jared blinked and tried to remember how to breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

No; not really helping. He shivered, trying to hold back, to not reach down, to not rub his aching cock through his jeans and come all over himself.

To be professional, as men all around him were getting off.

A bead of sweat trickled down his back.

Alec gave Jeremy a playful slap on the ass, wiped him up with a towel someone threw to him, and helped the kid up. They both laughed at something Alec said, then grinned and waved at the crowd, taking little mock-bows to a roar of catcalls, and sauntered off backstage.

Jared whimpered.

"Need that hand?" Carl offered.

"I need a drink. And air. Maybe a block of ice down my pants. Then maybe that hand."

Kris laughed. "You look like you're gonna bust a nut, boy. How about we start with that air; it's a little ripe in here and I could use some too."

Jared glanced down. "Um. Won't you need clothes?"

"Nah; we'll go up on the roof," Carl shrugged.

Shaking his head at their lack of inhibition, Jared followed, glad to be away from the over-stimulating miasma of sexuality. And trying not to eye the asses of either of the men going up the stairs in front of him.

The roof was much cooler; late autumn in San Francisco meant no fog, yet. The temperature, not to mention the sparse population, helped calm Jared's blood. So long as he kept his eyes from lingering on Carl and Kris, he was good.

They were both turning out to be pretty normal guys; they'd met "at work," become friends, and were even talking about starting a band together, maybe. They came from fairly typical backgrounds and had gotten into porn because they knew someone who knew someone – the same way everybody else got a job. The money was great, the working conditions were good, and the job itself was sex. Jared agreed readily that yeah, getting paid to have orgasms was a pretty sweet deal.

He took a few notes on his Blackberry but mostly just listened to the two guys joke around and tease each other, and Jared. They were politely interested in his job, in him, and they had a good conversation that ranged from porn, to the club scenes in SF versus LA, to the best cheap taquerias around the panhandle.

Carl introduced everyone who walked by to Jared, who was mostly just being friendly, but also feeling them out on talking to him as a reporter.

Jared was feeling relaxed, calm, and a lot more at ease in his pants. He was even getting used to the nakedness of the men joining them, walking past, grabbing a beer and settling in to talk for a while or have a smoke.

In other words, he was totally unprepared when a guy sat down next to him, put his hand on his thigh, and leaned across to steal Kris's beer. Jared turned, a smile already forming on his face in greeting – these guys had zero concept of personal space, "an occupational hazard" Carl had admitted – when he saw who it was. He flinched back like he'd been electrocuted.

"Shit, it's hot in there," Alec Greene said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and putting Kris's now-empty bottle back on the table.

Jared tried not to stare at his lips.

"Alec, meet Jared. Reporter for 'Queer America'; he's doing a story on porn stars and I bet he'd sure like to 'interview' you," Kris drawled.

"Uh," said Jared eloquently.

Alec held out his hand. "Hey man, nice to meet you."

Jared kicked his brain back into gear. "Yeah, uh, likewise. But the, um, interview is only if you, like, want to. And, not now. Tomorrow. Or whatever."

He wanted to crawl in a hole and die. He hadn't stammered that much since he was a still-gawky teenager trying to talk his way into a bar, hoping to get laid.

Alec smiled politely while Kris and Carl hooted with laughter. "So I'm guessing you caught me'n'Jeremy's show a little earlier?"

Jared resisted – just barely – the urge to bury his face in his hands and instead took a deep breath. "Yeah. Uhm. It was... good."

Clapping him on the thigh again, Alec threw his head back and laughed. "Thanks, man. Glad you liked it. No need to get all embarrassed that it got you off, though - that's kind of the point, you know," he teased.

"Nah; my boy here's all a-fluster because he didn't get off," Kris put in.

"I'm not much of an exhibitionist," Jared mumbled.

"Nobody woulda been watching you," Carl pointed out helpfully.

"Whatever."

"So, been to check out the rest of the party yet?" Alec asked, coming to Jared's rescue.

"We have," Kris said, jerking his head at Carl. "Writer-boy hasn't yet. We've been monopolizing him, making him work, setting up some interviews for tomorrow."

"You want to come check the party out with me?" Alec asked Jared. "That is, if you've got enough work done...?"

Jared nodded. He had a handful of agreements and times to meet set up for tomorrow, not including Alec, if he ever worked up the nerve to ask him to do one too.

He exchanged mobile numbers with Carl and Kris, and made plans to meet up with them again at the Fair. He submitted to a kiss on the cheek and a hug from Carl, while Kris made his farewell with a slap on Jared's ass and an order not to come back until he'd had at least one orgasm – "Unless you're looking to be the world's first case of terminal blue balls, that is."

As Jared made his way back down into the house, he was surprised to note that Alec, unlike most of the other "entertainers," wasn't nude. He'd put on a pair of boxer-briefs, but Jared had been so frazzled that he hadn't even noticed, up there on the roof. They didn't really hide enough to be anything other than tantalizing.

Man, Jared was so gone.

There was another show on the small stage in the room with the bar, but thankfully Alec was more interested in grabbing a couple of beers than in staying to watch. They headed through another door, down to the lower level. Downstairs was dark and murky and smelled like sweat and come. Once Jared's eyes adjusted, it was easy to see why; the room was just a huge writhing knot of men, fucking. The analytical part of Jared's brain counted approximately thirty-five bodies, men sucking each other off, fucking, being fucked, watching, being watched. Everywhere he looked, he was surrounded by sex.

He must have made some sort of noise because Alec leaned close, his breath teasing Jared's ear. "Want to join in?"

He thought about it for a moment, honestly. He was totally freaked out but also totally turned on. And how many orgies had he been invited to join before? Especially with hot porn stars? None. Maybe it was a now-or-never offer from the Gay Sex Gods.

And Jared was a reasonably experienced guy; he'd dated a lot, although he'd never done anything this wild. He'd certainly never had sex in public, aside from a few handjobs in bathroom stalls and parks at night – nothing on this scale. He was kind of a little shy that way.

On the other hand, he was hard, cock throbbing, and sweat was starting to trickle down his spine. It wouldn't exactly take much to get him off. All he needed to do was take a step forward and make a fantasy come true.

While he was hesitating, someone stumbled into Alec, who got shoved into Jared. Into Jared's hard-on, specifically.

The dim light glinted off Alec's teeth as he smirked, rubbing against Jared more purposefully. "You wanna hand with that, big boy?"

"No, Jesus!" Jared yelped, frustration making him sound a lot more harsh than he intended.

Alec stepped back, raising both hands in apology. "Whoa, sorry. Just offering."

Jared ran a hand down his face, trying to compose himself. "Sorry, I just... I'm a little on edge, you know?" They both chuckled at the understatement. "Look, I realize this is probably going to sound weird for you, all of you guys, but I just don't, you know, do that."

"What, have casual sex?"

He shrugged. "Not so much, no. Not anymore. And I'm kind of here as a reporter, so it's weird. Anyway, uh..." he trailed off, desperately trying to think of a way to change the topic.

"Okay then. Let's get out of here, go get another beer or something?"

Jared nodded his agreement in relief and they went back up to the roof, the only quiet place to talk. There was hardly anyone up there at all now, and Jared assumed it was either getting a bit late or they were all downstairs fucking. He kind of wondered why Alec wasn't down there with the others, but hey, the guy said he was too hot. And he did just have sex on stage a little while ago. Whatever.

In fact, when Jared consulted his Blackberry, he saw that it was nearly 2:30 in the morning.

Alec had kicked his feet up on a beat-up coffee table and was yawning, giving Jared a gorgeous view of his biceps as he stretched.

"How long have you lived here in San Fran?" Alec asked out of the blue, breaking their fairly comfortable silence.

"Uh. Pretty much forever, I guess," Jared answered, the why? evident in his tone.

"I need to go clothes shopping and tomorrow morning's kind of my only free time to do it. Recommend any good places to hit?"

Jared nodded and asked what kind of clothes Alec was looking for, rattled off a few likely shops, and started trying to describe how to get there from the crappy hotel the company had Alec booked in.

The guy grinned hugely, patting down his bare arms and the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs. "Got any paper I can write that down on?"

Jared found himself smiling again. It must have been because he was so tired that his internal censor had gone to sleep, and he heard himself say, "Look, I'm not doing anything tomorrow, why don't I just show you? Maybe we can take in a few local sights, too, since you've never been to San Francisco before?"

Which was how Jared found himself stripping off for bed, alarm clock set for an ungodly hour considering that it was almost 4:00 AM, his Blackberry on his bedside table set with Alec's number on display, and a plan for shopping and sight-seeing with a guy he barely knew anything about other than the kinds of faces he made when he came.

*****

The morning was bright. And early. Very bright. And also very early. Two cups of coffee and a shower and a profane amount of sugar in the form of Cocoa Puffs, frozen waffles with syrup, maple-cured bacon, and a frappuccino from Starbucks and Jared's brain was mostly functioning at normal levels.

He got out his cell phone as he left Starbucks and dialed the number that'd been taunting him all morning.

"Hey, Alec?"

"Huh?" was the reply he got, after a short delay.

His sweat suddenly turned cold. "Uh, yeah. Alec? Alec Greene? Damn, I hope I didn't program in the wrong number..."

The guy on the other end interrupted his panicked babble with a throat-clearing. "No, yeah, sorry, this is Alec. It's just that it's my stage name and I'm not used to being called it in other contexts yet."

"Ah, okay. That makes sense. So, um, this is Jared. Padalecki. From last night. The reporter."

Alec's laughter over the phone made Jared smile in return. "Yeah, I remember. So are you still up for taking me shopping, then?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm in my car; what's the address of your hotel?"

They worked out the details and Jared was there fifteen minutes later, with a latte for Alec in the passenger cup holder, hoping he wasn't being a dork. The guy had sounded uncaffeinated, and Jared knew he hated shopping enough without having a headache from a lack of coffee, too, so. Yeah.

Alec, it turned out, was both very grateful for the latte and loved shopping. Like, a lot. In a very queeny, flamingly-gay way. Which, in the Castro? That was saying something. The shop clerks loved him, of course; how could they not with a body like that? And he was polite and respectful, and had clearly done his time working retail at some point.

After the third time Jared tried to get his attention and the guy ignored him for a long enough moment that Jared started to get nervous, Alec came over and wrapped his arm around Jared's waist, leaning in close.

"Hey, how about this? When it's just us, I'm Jen. Jensen, actually. Just a guy, a new friend, hanging out with you. Alec's the porn star; Jen's just a normal guy."

Jared nodded, trying to not get lost in how good Alec – Jensen – smelled. "Yeah, okay. Jen," he agreed. "Um, how about this shirt?" he asked, remembering why he'd called the guy over in the first place.

Alec - no, Jensen - tilted his head and gave the shirt a suspicious look. Then turned the same look on Jared. "I know you're gay..." he said, shaking his head. "Are you colorblind?"

Jared smacked him with the floral-cuffed button-down and pouted as he went back to pawing through shirts for "something dramatic – only tasteful, this time, you giant dork."

They spent what felt like hours shopping. Jared was the kind of guy who only shopped when he desperately had to. He went in, got what he needed, and got out as quickly as if he was on some tactical military campaign and if he stayed inside too long, he'd explode.

Maybe he'd watched too many James Bond movies lately, but whatever. Some of those guys were hot. And he hated shopping, which was the point here. Jared hated it. Jensen loved it.

And Jared? Was loving shopping with Jensen.

Well. Loving and hating, mixed together. Jensen was fucking gorgeous and his smiles, his laughter, made Jared weak in the knees and ache in the balls. Jared wanted to shove him up against the three-way mirror that Jensen was checking his ass out in and kiss and maul him until he groaned the way 'Alec' did in the porno movies.

And Jensen wasn't helping at all. He was flirting like hell - with the clerks, with the other shoppers who were checking him out, and with Jared. He knew he was beautiful. He knew he had a gorgeous body. He liked the attention. He teased Jared a little, mentioning that he knew Jared had seen his movies - "how sweet" - with a flutter of his long eyelashes like a diva.

He was also super-touchy, and if he didn't keep his hands off Jared's ass, Jared wasn't going to be able to control himself for much longer.



*****

They stopped for a late breakfast/brunch once Jared was loaded down with at least half a dozen bags. They still had a couple of hours to kill, so Jared took him to Chinatown for dim sum, and then for a walk around North Beach and up to Coit Tower.

A weird thing happened halfway through the food. Jensen stopped acting like a flirty, cocky gym-bunny and turned into a really awesome guy. Not that he wasn't fun to be around before, but. He said thoughtful things, pointed out interesting people to look at, framed and then took some gorgeous photos of the Tower on the digital camera he had with him.

And somehow, Jared kind of almost forgot about 'Alec,' he was having such a great time with 'Jensen.'

It was more than a little schizophrenic.

"So, uh, can I ask you something?" Jared asked as they leaned against the windows looking out at the views of the bay from the Tower.

"Only if you tell me if that's Alcatraz first," Jensen answered, taking another few pictures.

Jared laughed. "Nope, that one's Treasure Island; Alcatraz is out that window," he pointed.

Jensen moved and started playing with his zoom. "So what'd you want to ask?"

There wasn't anyone in the Tower but them at the moment; no better time to ask. "How'd you get into this? I mean, off the record. Tell me about it?"

Jensen shrugged and kept taking photos while he answered. "I've been doing this for less than a year. I was working at a gym as a personal trainer with a few friends, Mike and Tom. One of Tom's clients turned out to be a porno director and they got to talking. Tom started doing it; then Mike, his boyfriend, joined him. And after a few months of them harassing me and never shutting up about it, I decided to give it a try, see what it was like."

"And? What was it like?"

"It was... A little weird. But I was with Tom and Mike, and I'd had sex with both of them before; I've known them forever and sometimes we'd just have a casual threesome." He glanced at Jared from behind the camera, checking his reaction. Jared nodded, indicating that it wasn't a big deal, so Alec continued. "A lot of the guys are escorts too, but I don't want to do that. The videos are good because everyone's tested regularly and it's safe, a controlled environment. And I'm a bit on the older side; I'll be thirty in just a few years. Hawk Studios was the only place that didn't want me to lie about that in my bio."

"Really? I'd have guessed you were younger," Jared said. "I think it's the freckles."

Jensen grinned. "Yeah, they help. But I don't want to do this for very long anyway. I'm hoping to save up enough money to go back to school and finish the degree I was working on to become a physical therapist. Last time I dropped out it was because I couldn't balance three jobs and studying at the same time."

Jared nodded sympathetically. "Took me a few extra years, too. It's nice to concentrate on just one thing at a time, for sure." There was a long few moments of silence. "Do you, uh, like it? As a job, I mean?" he asked.

"Mostly, or I wouldn't have quit my job as a trainer, no matter how good the money was," Jensen shrugged. "There are some things I don't like, some sex acts; I either have to negotiate my way out of them or just try super hard to, well, stay hard if I'm turned off. Sometimes I actually bring a laptop with my own porn stash on it, believe it or not," he grinned. "If I can't keep it up, I take a break, go watch some guys I think are hot, and come back and try again."

Jared laughed. "I thought they had fluffers for that."

"I wish," his friend grinned back, eyes sparkling. "Never been a fluffer on any set I was on, I can tell you that much."

"So... Okay, this might be too much, and you don't have to answer, but what kind of things have you been asked to do that you don't like?"

"Why, you hoping to get me into bed?" Jen teased, making Jared flush a little. "Nah, I don't mind; if I was inhibited about this sort of thing it would have been a really spectacularly bad career choice. Um, let's see... I don't really like DP scenes, whether I'm topping or bottoming. Those can be difficult for me to keep it up during. I hate receiving facials, but it's part of the job," he shrugged. 'And then there are a lot of things I'm just kind of neutral about, and have to keep my mind focused on the sensations or on some other really hot sex I've had in the past."

"Huh," was all Jared could come up with for a reply.

"So, how about you? Same question," Jensen grinned, coming over to lean against the wall beside him.

"Uh, well. I've never even had a threesome, so DP hasn't been an issue..." He thought about it for a long minute. "I don't think I've ever done anything I've really been turned off by. I've been asked to do some stuff I wasn't into, I guess. My last boyfriend said I was too vanilla," he admitted with an awkward, forced laugh.

"Vanilla's a good flavor," Jensen answered, nudging Jared with his shoulder. "Nothing wrong with that. So, I take it from the party last night that you're not much of an exhibitionist, then?"

"Not really," Jared shrugged. "I guess I've still got it stuck in my head that I'm all gawky and stuff; it took me a long time to grow into my height, and I've just started to gain some muscle these past few years."

"That makes perfect sense then," Jensen agreed. "I mean, I think you're hot and have a fucking amazing body, but if you're self-conscious, then yeah, sex in public could be hard for you. Maybe you just need some positive feedback, though," he grinned.

"Maybe." Jared reached up to scratch the back of his neck, trying to ignore the way what Jensen had said about his body made his pulse quicken, and was a lot more relieved than he ought to have been to hear voices as a family of tourists came up to join them in the observation tower.

*****

Overall, the morning was fantastic. It was, to be honest, better than ninety percent of the dates Jared had ever been on, and that was excluding the part where he already knew (sort of) what Jensen was like in bed. He was just a really awesome guy to hang out with. Which made it all the more mystifying why Jared's insides knotted up as they got closer and closer to the Castro, looking for parking.

The Folsom Street Fair turned out to be pretty much exactly like Jared remembered it. Debauchery everywhere the eye could see, like a giant sexual amusement park for grown-ups, and mostly queer ones and kinky ones at that. Assless chaps pretty much set the standard for the dress code. Over half the men – and women – were topless, and/or in a variety of risque costumes. However, Jared was rational enough to note that the less eye-catching half were dressed like normal civilians, so he didn't feel all that weird.

Well, okay; next to the guy wearing nothing but a leather jockstrap and motorcycle boots, he felt a little weird.

The crowd was only part of it though; it was like the party from the night before had exploded out into the daylight. There were guys getting blowjobs in the middle of the street around them, guys hanging off of balconies and second-story windows getting fucked, people groping and making out against every wall, no matter how flimsy. And the booths, while they looked like normal fair booths from a distance, were selling sex toys, leather gear, and "novelties" of infinite sexual possibility.

The normal fund-raising booths were for HIV and queer-youth type organizations, but rather than a dunk-tank there were spanking booths. An older man in a leather harness grabbed Jared's arm and started dragging him inside, insisting "It's for charity" with an evil grin, and who knew what would have happened if Jensen hadn't come to his rescue. He dragged Jared off, saying they had an appointment elsewhere, and throwing a promise to bring Jared back later over his shoulder with a giggle.

Just like the party the night before, Jared was having a hard time not letting all of the sexuality around him get to him. He was aroused. And he was also totally embarrassed by his crush on Jensen.

It was bad enough when it was just a crush on a dude in a porno on his computer screen. But now, in the presence of this gorgeous and very sexual man, Jared found himself in a semi-permanent state of arousal, flushed and warm and very, very aware of his dick. The fact that Jensen had turned out to be a generally awesome guy, that he was friendly to shop clerks and tourists and even geeky journalists, that he was so motherfucking touchy-feely, was just icing on a very pretty cake. When he stood next to Jared – and the guy had to be at least six feet tall and wasn't exactly a fragile flower – he seemed small and delicate and Jared wanted to protect him, wrap him in his arms, take him home, and fuck him until neither of them could remember their own names.

Yeah. So the crush-thing? Not going well.

They wandered around for a while, looking at people and things, and despite some eyebrow-raising attractions like a couple of cute twinks who couldn't have been more than eighteen wanting to pay people to pee on them or the woman getting fisted by a domme in a gas mask, Jared was having a decent time. Between the beer and the sunshine, he was feeling more relaxed, less shocked by the openly sexual displays all around him.

"Fuck, it's hot," he complained, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple.

Jensen turned away from the flogging he was watching. "You mean that literally or figuratively, sport?" he grinned.

Jared bumped him with his shoulder. "Literally, jerk. It's warm."

"You could take off a few of those protective layers you're wearing."

"You just wanna get me out of my clothes."

"Guilty as charged. Here, let me help you," Jensen smirked, reaching for Jared's button-down.

That left Jared in a white t-shirt that was a bit tighter than he usually liked. More worn, and a little more thin than he'd normally wear out in public.

Jensen liked it, though. "Jesus Christ, dude, look at the size of your chest. You should be doing porn, not me," he said, running admiring fingers over Jared's pecs.

Jared shivered. It was so not fair. He was surrounded by sex, with semi-naked hot guys everywhere, and the star of his favorite porno-fantasy was touching him. "I need a drink," he said in a strangled voice as he hurried to the nearest beer tent. He could have sworn he heard Jensen chuckle behind him.

"Got a problem there?"

Jared thrust a plastic cup of beer at him. "No. Shut up."

Jen didn't bother to hide his laugh. "Okay now, listen up. It's time for me to get to the Hawk booth. Remember, it's 'Alec' now, not 'Jensen,' yeah?"

"Got it," he answered, downing half of his beer in one go and hoping fervently that the next few hours weren't as much of a torment as he suspected they were going to be.

The Hawk Studios booth – all the porno company booths – was crowded with men. Kris and Carl were there, as was Jeremy and a lot of familiar faces from the night before. There was a steady supply of drinks, both alcoholic and not, music, groping, and a few tables set up as a makeshift stage so the crowd could more easily watch the groping. Mostly it was the stars chatting and interacting with their fans, signing dvds, posters, t-shirts, and naked flesh.

It turned out that the Folsom Street Fair wasn't really the best place to try and conduct an interview. Jared ended up rescheduling most of the appointments he'd made, after asking a few of his questions but being too distracted to listen to the answers as attentively as he would have liked. He was pretty sure he'd have enough to work with from his observations and conversations from the last few days, anyway, worst case scenario.

Once again, he found himself surprised at how nice everyone was, how genuine, and how smart and normal the porn stars were. They weren't weird at all, not in any kind of bad way; if anything, they were a bit friendlier than most people Jared met. They were just regular guys with a job. A small group sat around Jared, talking about what making porn was like, joking about how there were some parts that sucked (like contract negotiations and waxing their balls), and some parts that were great (like having sex and getting paid for it). The general consensus seemed to be that they were attractive, worked hard to stay in shape, and had awesome bodies so why not use them?

And to be honest, they weren't even any more narcissistic than most of the guys Jared ran into at clubs and parties; they were just more forthright about it.

Jensen – 'Alec' – introduced Jared to his friends Kent and Lance. Or 'Tom' and 'Mike'; Jared was getting confused by all the stage names. Kent was indeed about Jared's size, and he had to stifle a shiver at a sudden flashback to the image of Kent's hands on 'Alec's' body. They both seemed like nice enough guys; Jared was glad that Jensen had such good friends looking out for him.

"So how's it going, Big Jay?" Kris asked, coming over to steal Jared's beer. "Have a good morning with Alec, just the two of you, all alone?" he winked.

"Fuck off. It wasn't like that," Jared said, shoving Kris a little. "We went shopping and I showed him a few of the local sights."

"I'll just bet you did," Carl teased.

The energy level around them was escalating as the afternoon grew warmer. All of San Francisco's fog-pale bodies were turning pink and people started rubbing sunblock on each other - enthusiastically. Some guy Jared didn't know was up on the makeshift stage, coating Jeremy's pale skin with a thick layer of cream that looked like, well, another kind of cream. The kid was only wearing a jockstrap and was already starting to burn.

Jensen came over with a bottle and a suggestive grin. "Rub some on me?" he asked Jared as he pulled off his t-shirt.

"Jesus Christ," Jared muttered, but took the sunscreen and started applying it to Jensen's freckled shoulders.

"Something bothering you?" Jen asked as he shifted his weight to lean against Jared's crotch.

He whimpered. The guy was right there, sun-warm and so pretty, and fucking asking Jared to touch him. It was torture.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he asked seriously.

"Don't worry; it's just a little death," Jensen grinned, taking the lotion back to the person he'd borrowed it from.

If that was bad, then it just got even worse when Jeremy came over to where Jared was sitting and decided that what would cheer Jared up the most (what? He didn't need cheering – he needed somewhere quiet to go jerk off for a few minutes) was a lap dance. From him.

Now, Jeremy was cute. And quite friendly and nice. And on any ordinary day, at a club or whatever, that probably would have been enough for Jared to break his usual rules about twinks and kids who looked younger than he did and casual sex, because Jared? Was hard. Harder than steel, harder than titanium, harder than something so hard it made diamonds look like jelly. His dick ached. And this, all of it? So. Not. Fair.

"Move," a somewhat gruff voice said, a voice Jared recognized, but he refused to open his eyes to see, or unclench his hands from where they were white-knuckling the side of the folding chair he was sitting on.

And then Jensen was in his lap.

"Oh my god," he moaned, a high and desperate sound, as that perfect round ass rubbed against his dick. He shivered.

Surprising even himself, Jared reached forward with superhuman effort to still Jensen's hips.

"Come on, stop. I'm really not much of exhibitionist, Jen." It should have been assertive, Jared defining his limits. Instead, it came out as a plea.

Jensen stilled and leaned back against his chest, head twisted so only Jared could hear. "If you honestly want me to stop touching you, I will. Just say it again."

Breathing hard, Jared opened his mouth. No sound came out. His hands squeezed Jensen's waist.

When he opened his eyes, Jensen was smiling, something indefinable in his eyes, that same indefinable thing that had made Jared take notice of him in the porno film.

Jensen wasn't the only one watching, though. A small crowd had gathered around the booth, enjoying the show.

"See, I told you that boy's packing," Jeremy leered, wrapping Carl's arms around his waist.

"Come on up," Kris teased him from the table-stage. "Show us what you're hiding in there, Reporter-boy."

"No fucking way," Jared said, flushing as Jensen stood up and gave him a flirtatious look.

"Who wants to see Alec jerk off this hot guy?" Kris yelled out at the crowd.

Everyone clapped and hooted. Jared wanted to hide.

"Aw, come on," Jensen cajoled. "How about if I show not-so-little Jared to the world?"

God. How did he get into these situations?

Still - it was the Folsom Street Fair. And you only live once, right?

Jared got up, more than a little unsteady on his feet, jeans not only tented but with a slight damp patch already showing, as the people around him whistled and shouted encouragement.

It wasn't like he could resist Jensen anyway. Now that he knew the guy, it was hard to turn down 'Alec's' cajoling him onto the stage, as well as the other guys' teasing. He couldn't really turn it down without being a bad sport, right?

And, well, he wanted it, to be honest. Wanted Jensen to touch him. Even if it was just a one-time thing, just for the crowd, just something random at Folsom.

He wanted it.

Jensen was up on the stage, hand held out to Jared, who took it and climbed up next to him. He wrapped his arms around Jared, pulling his head down to whisper in his ear as they embraced.

"Just keep your head buried in my shoulder and ignore all of them, okay? Let me work the public," he said, straightening up and pulling away. "And your dick," he added with a wink.

Jared nodded. "Hey, is this work or pleasure?" he asked before he could stop himself.

Jensen smiled enigmatically. "Little bit of both, I think."

As Jensen stripped off his clothes, it was like he turned into 'Alec' – someone more bold, more at ease with people watching, more blatantly sexual. They groped a little bit, Alec coaxing Jared to help him undress until he was naked and hard. Jared leaned in to kiss him, but Alec turned his face aside at the last minute and let Jared kiss his neck instead. He was a little disappointed, but figured the guy had his reasons. Whatever.

They shifted around on the tiny platform until Jared was facing the crowd, with Alec blocking his body a little. "Just keep your eyes on me, don't look at them," he murmured. "You okay?"

Jared took a deep breath and nodded, letting his eyes close.

Confident hands pushed his t-shirt up under his armpits, displaying his chest. Kris, acting the part of the emcee, started up a running commentary about how hot Alec and 'Jay' were, complimenting their bodies and every bit of flesh Alec was slowly exposing. Jared didn't want to be totally naked, and Alec seemed to get that without him having to say; his jeans were opened, pushed down to just above his knees, and his boxer-briefs lowered down to mid-thigh. Just enough to get his dick and his balls out. They practically leapt into Alec's hands.

Jared moaned, dropping his head down to Alec's shoulder. "Fuck, fuck, so good," came out in ragged breaths.

"Sorry to tease, babe; I know you're dying for it. But we've gotta put on a little bit of a show for these nice people, all right? I'll get you there; trust me," Alec promised him.

Alec played it up for the crowd, writhing against Jared, his loud moans a bit more theatrical than sincere. He kept up a pretty steady stream of dirty talk, interacting with Kris, gushing about how great 'Jay's' cock felt in his hand, how hard his muscles were, how smooth his skin. It was weird and uncomfortable, but at the same time, it made Jared feel kind of good. Really good, actually. He knew Alec was "working," but he also felt the truth in the compliments.

Not to mention feeling how Alec's dick leaked when it rubbed against Jared's thigh, how his body flushed as he got aroused, too.

It was funny, though, how notable the switch was, between 'Alec' and Jensen. Alec was pretty cool, and very sexy, but Jared kind of wished he was doing this with Jensen instead.

In the end, it didn't much matter. Apparently Jared was more of an exhibitionist than he'd thought, because he was seriously getting off on all the people shouting encouragement and watching this beautiful, gorgeous man jerk him off in the middle of a public street, in broad daylight.

"God, Jen, so close," he gasped, his hips thrusting a little into Jensen's hand without his permission.

"That's it, come on, Jared. Show me what you've got," Jensen murmured. His hand sped up, thumb tightening just under the head, long fingers smearing wetness over the tip and back down his solid length. He shifted a little, pressing his own erection against Jared's hip, riding him, and that was enough.

Jared's moan was both strangled and louder than he meant for it to be, "Right there, yeah, yeah, Jeh-um, Alec!" Groaning with his climax, he came, shuddering all over with the force of it as he made a mess of the platform, eyes squeezed shut, face buried in Jensen's shoulder as he crushed the smaller man to him.

Jensen gave him a moment to breathe, then turned in Jared's arms, naked ass pressed against his still-sensitive dick as he took Jared's huge hand and wrapped it around his cock, jacking off in their combined grip. It wasn't long before he heard Jen's guttural groan and the pulse in his cock before he let go, adding to the splatters of white on the stage.

Dimly aware of the applause and whistles, of Kris's commentary picking back up, Jared tightened his arms around Jensen. Just for a moment, he breathed in the sweat-scent of his skin, rubbed his lips against the stubble of Jen's neck, and let himself relax with afterglow.

Jensen squeezed back after a moment and they disentangled, Jared pulling his clothing back into place and Jensen picking his up off the stage. He gave Jared a heavy-lidded look that Jared couldn't read, then a kiss on the cheek as he winked.

Kris helped their unsteady bodies down from the table, and Carl silently handed them both damp towels to clean up with, eyes seeing too much. He guided them to a couple of chairs behind the partition and handed them each a bottle of water, then left them alone.

Through the glow of orgasm and the daze of adrenaline, the noise of the Fair seemed far away. Jared sat back, drinking his water slowly, letting his blood return to its usual places, brain included. He still couldn't quite believe he'd just done that.

He opened his eyes when Jensen cleared his throat.

He looked awkward, one hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. "Look, Jared. I know you think this was casual or whatever... No, actually I don't know what you think. But I'd really like to."

Jared gave him a tired smile. "Hey, you've got my email, right?"

Jensen nodded. He looked away, then glanced back at Jared. "So, uh, you never asked me for an interview."

Jared finished off his bottle of water before answering. "I didn't know if you'd say yes."

"I'd say yes," Jensen smiled.

Jared couldn't help returning it. "Okay. Can I interview you? Over dinner, maybe?"

"Is this work or pleasure?" Jensen teased, as a voice from the other side of the partition yelled for Alec, and they both got up to rejoin the Fair.

"Maybe a little bit of both?" Jared grinned.



~end~

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