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The Way You Move Ain’t Fair, You Know by Kelleigh (R)
Fandom: WB/CW RPF
Pairing: Jensen/Jared pre-slash
Length: 5600 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kelleigh
Author Website: fic master list
Why this must be read:
This is the first of two fics (both totally worth reading) in “The incredibly gay and erotic adventures of Jenny Boy and Jay Ryder.” I love this not just because the idea of the boys as strippers (or as Jensen puts it, “exclusive performers,”) but because they are just too freaking adorable in this. Here, see what I mean:
"I don't usually perform with anyone else." Jensen flat-out lies. He never does duets. "It's not what—"
"How about you guys talk it over and work something out?" Alli smirks. No lap dance for her, Jensen decides on the spot.
Outside of the grotto, on the stone walkway that skirts around the designer in-ground pool, they aren’t afforded much privacy. Jay rounds on Jensen, cool attitude left behind with the bachelorette and her horde.
"Please, man," he nearly begs. "I could really use the money from this, and I promise I won't get in your way. Can't we just share?"
"I don't share," Jensen counters, firm as if he's commanding a boardroom, not dressed for erotic temptation.
"I know." Jay's whole body sags towards the stone pavers. He makes an extremely large, and extremely wounded picture.
"You know who I am." It's not phrased as a question.
The guy straightens. "Yeah, of course. Jenny Boy. You're, like, completely famous. I can't believe I'm standing here with you, I'm such a fan!"
His praise is flattering, Jensen admits. Nowhere in his reputation is there a clause about being overtly cruel, so Jensen relents. But he needs to make sure he’s the top dog of this event.
"How much are they paying you?"
"Five hundred," Jay beams. "Got the cash right before. Plus, you know, any tips. Not anywhere close to what you're making, I'm sure." He's unfortunately right. Jensen's going rate for shindigs like this is fifteen thousand, already cleared and in his bank account, not to mention some of the exorbitant tips he's used to having shoved into his underwear.
"Right," Jensen stutters, feeling horrible and selfish in the wake of this kid's enthusiasm. "We'll go back out there, and we'll do this. But first, there are gonna be some ground rules."
Jay tucks close enough to listen, closer than Jensen's used to, and hangs off every instruction the legendary Jenny Boy provides.
Full disclosure - this post may have been partially inspired by the fact that it is 95 degrees in mizland, and my A/C is on the fritz. So the idea of less clothing isincredibly appealing to me!
The Way You Move Ain’t Fair, You Know
Pairing: Jensen/Jared pre-slash
Length: 5600 words
Author on LJ:
kelleighAuthor Website: fic master list
Why this must be read:
This is the first of two fics (both totally worth reading) in “The incredibly gay and erotic adventures of Jenny Boy and Jay Ryder.” I love this not just because the idea of the boys as strippers (or as Jensen puts it, “exclusive performers,”) but because they are just too freaking adorable in this. Here, see what I mean:
"I don't usually perform with anyone else." Jensen flat-out lies. He never does duets. "It's not what—"
"How about you guys talk it over and work something out?" Alli smirks. No lap dance for her, Jensen decides on the spot.
Outside of the grotto, on the stone walkway that skirts around the designer in-ground pool, they aren’t afforded much privacy. Jay rounds on Jensen, cool attitude left behind with the bachelorette and her horde.
"Please, man," he nearly begs. "I could really use the money from this, and I promise I won't get in your way. Can't we just share?"
"I don't share," Jensen counters, firm as if he's commanding a boardroom, not dressed for erotic temptation.
"I know." Jay's whole body sags towards the stone pavers. He makes an extremely large, and extremely wounded picture.
"You know who I am." It's not phrased as a question.
The guy straightens. "Yeah, of course. Jenny Boy. You're, like, completely famous. I can't believe I'm standing here with you, I'm such a fan!"
His praise is flattering, Jensen admits. Nowhere in his reputation is there a clause about being overtly cruel, so Jensen relents. But he needs to make sure he’s the top dog of this event.
"How much are they paying you?"
"Five hundred," Jay beams. "Got the cash right before. Plus, you know, any tips. Not anywhere close to what you're making, I'm sure." He's unfortunately right. Jensen's going rate for shindigs like this is fifteen thousand, already cleared and in his bank account, not to mention some of the exorbitant tips he's used to having shoved into his underwear.
"Right," Jensen stutters, feeling horrible and selfish in the wake of this kid's enthusiasm. "We'll go back out there, and we'll do this. But first, there are gonna be some ground rules."
Jay tucks close enough to listen, closer than Jensen's used to, and hangs off every instruction the legendary Jenny Boy provides.
Full disclosure - this post may have been partially inspired by the fact that it is 95 degrees in mizland, and my A/C is on the fritz. So the idea of less clothing isincredibly appealing to me!
The Way You Move Ain’t Fair, You Know