He stepped out of the bathroom letting the steam from his shower sweep in with him. Crossing the room, he removed the towel from his body draping it over a chair, before making his way to the bed where his clothes for the evening were laid out. Reaching out he ran his fingertips over the silky satins and soft cotton enjoying the feel of the contrasting materials. Lingering momentarily, he touched the ribbons on his lingerie and smiled to himself. It made him happy to know he was the only one that would see them. He told himself he wasn't ready to be unwrapped from his pretty packaging by some stranger just yet. The thought of someone else seeing them, and enjoying them as much as he did, gave him such a secret thrill that he hid it even from himself most times.

Picking up the black and white polka-dotted bikini underwear Jensen rubbed the satiny material between his fingers before stepping into it pulling it slowly up his legs, over his thighs and hips to settle it in place, carefully tucking himself between his legs. Resting a hand on his hard stomach, his thumb played with the white lacy top of the bikini before picking up the matching garter belt and stepping through it, as well. It also was pulled up, being placed just above the bikini. He then sat on the bed, turning to rest his feet on the comforter with knees bent and, he again touched the small hot pink bows smiling happily. Lifting the first stocking from the bed, he carefully gathered the material up before reaching down and slipping the first foot in. Pulling back, he brought it carefully up his leg letting his thumbs brush the smooth skin the stocking was covering. The stockings were a simple black with a solid gathering running up the front and back, simple and yet still pretty.

Once he had the stocking pulled up as high as they'd go, covering almost half of his thigh. He attached the two garters on that side to the stocking one in front and the other in back; then carefully he repeated the process, this time with the other leg. Again taking his time, he enjoyed the feeling of the material as it pulled tightly over his freshly shaved skin. Once the second one was attached as well, he leaned back on the bed, putting his hands behind him on the comforter, and braced himself as he looked down at his lower half. Pretty bows, white polka dots, and satiny black material all made him smile, and he wiggled his toes, enjoying every second of the moment.

Sitting up straight again he lifted the matching bra and slipped his arms through the straps. Reaching back, he hooked the hooks then picked up the first breast insert squishing it between his fingers before slipping it inside the bra and adjusting it. Quickly, he placed the other before standing and moving over to the full-length oval mirror studying them. As he made minor adjustments, he found himself humming and laughed aloud, head dropping back and eyes sparking, when he realized it was Aerosmith's Dude Looks like a Lady. Smiling big he studied the full effect almost wishing that he could go out like this. He loved the confidence he got looking at himself all dressed up in his pretty lingerie, it made him feel as if he could take on the world.

Glancing at the clock, he saw it was getting to be time to leave and turned to move back to the bed. Picking up the simple black cotton dress, he pulled it over his head, letting the soft cotton material flow over his body as it settled in place. Moving back to the mirror he again checked himself out insuring everything was in place before moving to the opposite corner of the room, where he sat down at his table.

Slowly, he began to apply his makeup beginning with the cover-up, foundation, and powder, each step being put on with care before moving onto the next. The blush was light mauve. The eye shadow was wine colors applied expertly before he added mascara and eyeliner. The last step was always his lips, if only because he loved lipstick. He had a color for any mood, and if he could get away with wearing it in his everyday life, he would. Opening a drawer, he studied his choices before settling on a rose color and matching pencil, lining his lips before filling them in. Studying his reflection, he turned his head from one side to the other, checking for any signs of anything less than perfect, before moving onto the last steps of his routine.

Standing he moved to the closet where he carefully selected a wig going for long brown waves that fell well past his shoulders and slipped it onto his head. He always kept his real haircut short just a tad longer than a buzz cut so that he didn't have to worry about it when he wore his wigs. Shaking his head he felt the real hair move over his shoulders and back then stepped forward into the shoes he'd selected for the night, two-inch high heels with hot pink bows on the back that almost matched those on his lingerie. Walking out of the closet, he stopped briefly in front of the mirror once more, adjusting the wig slightly before he took in the total picture one last time.

He shivered as a thrill moved up his spine at the image before him. There was no way he could be recognized, even if he saw someone who knew him. Gone was Jensen Ackles, in his place was Pretty Penny a name he supposed, he should credit Christian for. After all, he was the one that insisted on calling him Jenny, which lead to Mike's Jenny Penny, which gave birth to Jensen's quietly selected Pretty Penny, his alter ego and other self. Moving towards the door, he picked up the purse he was using for the night and took his keys off the hook by the door before leaving his apartment. On his way out, he wondered if he'd meet someone that night. Someone he could slow dance with and feel pretty for, someone who would appreciate Pretty Penny.

Across town, another man was just starting to get ready. His process was much quicker though. His look was much less pretty and much more beefcake. His long muscular legs were already covered in baby powder. Carefully, he stepped into his thong arranging himself, so he was comfortable before picking his favorite leather pants off the bed. They laced up not only in the front but also up each side fitting his long legs as if they were his own skin.

Stepping into each leg, he pulled the leather up pulling the ties at the top as tight as he dared before turning to head to the closet to pick a shirt. Passing the dress shirts and the pastels he wore to work, he reached out and took a vintage Door's t-shirt off a hanger. All black with a simple Door's logo in white on the front it was perfect for the look he wanted as it also fit like his own skin. Pulling it over his head he bent down and picked up his biker boots before moving out of the closet and over to the dresser. Picking up an eyeliner pencil he carefully ran a strip of dark brown color under each eye and smudging slightly before picking up his socks, selecting a leather wrist band, and moving out into the living room.

Finishing dressing, he stood and eyed his reflection in the big window in his loft. Outside it was as dark as one could get in the city, but dark enough so that he could make out his reflection well enough in the glass. Seeing Paddy his coffee shop personality nowhere in sight and Jay his "not quite as wild child as it used to be" personality looking back at him, he smiled confidently. Paddy was looked at affectionately and then easily ignored. Jay was a force to be reckoned with, never overlooked in any room as he drew the eyes of women and men alike. Grabbing his ID, some money, and his door keys, he left with the hopes that he wouldn't be coming home alone. Hopefully, he'd find something pretty to keep him warm in bed tonight.

Inside a local club called Baum, Jared stood quietly in a corner leaning against the wall watching. The music pounded around him. The thumping rhythm was working its way through his blood, both energizing and calming him at the same time. His scanned the crowd in front of him and beyond, looking for what he was not sure. He only knew that he'd know it when he saw it. The club was fairly new, only having opened two months before. It was unusual for a club of this nature in the heart of Texas to thrive as well as this one was. Scanning the crowd filled with twenty something's and thirty something's, Jared thought that the area finally had enough people like himself to survive, men looking for something pretty and other men who wanted to be pretty in return.

There certainly was never a lack of selection at this place, Jared had discovered. He told himself that was the reason he'd yet to hook up here. He refused to believe that it was because he was still gun shy. He'd worked hard to mend his ways, traveling down a careful path of healthy living and being himself at the same time. While he'd never gotten caught up in The Scene, he'd come close enough a couple times that he'd scared himself into slowing down.

Then after losing a friend over the edge of the very cliff he was rushing towards, he'd put on the breaks completely. Burying himself into a new business and making himself a new set of friends, Jared had discarded his old crowd creating himself a new life in a new city. He'd been surprised when he'd realized several months back that he was actually happier than he'd been back in the days of partying all night and sleeping all day. Not only that but he felt better too and had more money to spend on things he wanted and couldn't afford back then.

It was nice he'd decided to be able to wake up in the morning and not wonder who that was under the covers and what the powder was on the bedside table. It had been a surprise to him when he'd found himself able to ease back into the clubs and still enjoy them a new way. He'd resisted as long as he could, but when this club had opened, owned by a regular customer at the shop, he'd had to come. It was somewhat strange standing on the edges, watching the floor, being able to see the people he'd been way back when and not wanting to join them.

And yet, there were things from that time he still longed for. A tall sleekly muscular body, high cheekbones, lush lips, a smile that lit up the man's whole face, and a laugh that brightened the room were just some of the things he'd been looking for. Once upon a time he'd thought he'd found it; but, then realized, once he was free of the haze of the casual drug use and free flowing booze, that it was all as much an illusion as his happiness. He wanted someone who wouldn't mind if he cupped their face with his big hands and held them tight just enjoying their bodies pressed together without the need to fuck immediately.

He wanted quiet talks on the couch after a rough day in the shop. He wanted someone who'd share the responsibility of the puppy he wanted to get, but couldn't take care of on his own. He wanted someone he could share all his secrets with and who trusted him enough to share theirs with him. He wanted slow all night make out sessions, and gentle sex on occasion to go with the hot and the heavy and the nownownow. He wanted the option of doing something romantic when the urge hit him. He wanted to be able to do something nice without it being an expectation. He wanted more than sex, drugs, and more sex.

Glancing towards the bar, Jared's breath caught at the sight before him. Tall, long brown curly hair and stunning legs were the packaging for a face that was lit up with laughter. Just barely, as he moved across the room, Jared recognized the men on either side of this beauty, but wasn't worried much. Competition had never been much of a problem for him. While he knew he was risking being overly confident, he didn't think it would be now either. Spotting just enough room between Beauty and the man on the right to squeeze into, Jared slid into place, ignoring the much smaller man's indignity. "Bottle of Coruna please," he ordered his deep voice rumbling over the music, twang thick with the sound of Texas. Carefully, he let himself brush against the beauty and held his breath waiting to see what would happen.

Jensen was having a wonderful time. He'd had maybe slightly more than he should, but with the drinks flowing freely from the other men around him, he wasn't about to refuse anyone. Laughing at the joke of the man to his left, Scott, Stan, Steve, something with an S, Jensen's eyes looked out into the crowd spotting a man leaning against the far wall. There were people dancing between them, but as they shifted, bouncing and gyrating with the beat, he could make out enough to make him sweat.

When the Adonis began to move towards him, Jensen thought he'd stop breathing. The man was tall, even taller than he was with his two-inch heels on. His shoulders were wide and his chest thick as it stretched the t-shirt he wore. Long legs were encased in leather, and as he got close enough, Jensen was able to make out shaggy brown hair and big brown eyes accented by eyeliner.

Under his dress, he could feel himself twitching in his bikini as his cock took notice of the God coming his way. When Adonis squeezed behind him between himself and… Matt, Mark, Mike… Something with an M, it was all Jensen could do to resist turning and throwing himself at the man. Feeling a brush against his back, Jensen held his breath and pressed back slightly, holding his breath and hoping. "Please let that not be an accident," he prayed in his head as he waited for the response. When it came, he turned all thoughts of the Something-or-other in front of him gone.

Jared almost cheered when Beauty pushed back slightly into his touch. Moving his beer bottle to the other hand Jared reached down to press his hand into Beauty's lower back, glad that some dances never changed. When Beauty turned, he really did forget to breathe for a moment. He felt like he was looking into the eyes of his dream.

"Hey," He drawled lazily smiling down at Beauty thinking, he'd be the perfect height in his bare feet and at the same time not uncomfortable with his current height in the heels.

"Hey," Beauty replied looking suddenly shy looking up at him then quickly down to the bar where he played with the napkin under his fruity looking drink.

"I'm Jay," Jared introduced reaching up and carefully brushing a lock of hair out of the man's face. He hadn't been completely sure across the room that it was a man. Chances were in this bar with this crowd it was, but you always got the occasional female looking for something different, so he hadn't been able to be sure. Standing so closely though, he could tell it truly was a man. Although he had to admit, it wasn't easy. This was most definitely the prettiest man he'd ever seen in his life. High cheekbones, full lips, and freckles peeking through the makeup across the bridge of his nose, Jared wanted to sweep the man up and run out with him. Wanted to protect him from what he knew to lay beyond the safety of the bar.

"I'm Penny," Beauty said and Jay smiled. Beauty hadn't moved when he'd brushed away the hair, so he dared just a little more, brushing a hand over that perfect cheek as he smiled easily.

"I am very glad to meet you, Penny," Jared said leaning close so that he didn't have to shout. Standing so close he could feel a slight tremble in Beauty and dropping his hand from cheek to arm rubbed from black cloth to skin slowly. "You cold, Penny?" He watched as Beauty shook his head seeming to be momentarily speechless and Jared couldn't help but cheer inside hoping Beauty was as taken with him as Jared was with him.

Jensen couldn't help it. He knew he must be coming off like an idiot, but his heart was pounding in his chest, and it was taking everything he had not to melt into the touch of Adonis. He wanted so bad to move into those hard muscled arms and feel what it would be like to have them wrapped around him. He wanted those lips to press into his; he wanted those huge fucking hands to touch his body like, he was a treasure. When the music changed, the hard thumping rhythm turning soft, he knew it was fate. He couldn't agree fast enough when Adonis leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Dance with me, Beauty?"

Jensen let himself be led out onto the dance floor. When Adonis pulled him in, wrapping those arms around him, Jensen didn't even consider doing anything but melting into them. It was everything he'd hoped for when he'd left his house. A man who took his breath away, holding him tight as they swayed to the music, making him feel precious and wanted. Tucking his face into the crook of Adonis' neck, Jensen tightened his hold on his waist feeling those hands moving up and down his back. Touching him, letting him know he was wanted, while at the same time respecting him and avoiding anything that would make him feel cheap and slutty. One song melted into two, which turned into three, and by the time the rhythm changed to hard and pumping again, Jensen didn't want to leave. "Come on. I know a coffee shop not too far from here. We can sit and talk." Adonis said into his ear and Jensen cheered inside.

Nodding quickly he let himself be led off the dance floor and out of the club, clutching Adonis' hand to insure, they weren't separated. The cooler air outside was a slight shock, and he shivered before Adonis threw an arm over his shoulders. "You cold, Beauty?" Adonis asked and Jensen shook his head. And, he wasn't, not really. Not with Adonis' warm body so close.

"A little," He replied though not willing to lose Adonis' touch. "Where we going?" he asked hoping it wouldn't be too far of a walk in these heels.

"Just around the corner to Paddy's Coffee," Adonis replied and Jensen stumbled slightly. "You ok?" Adonis asked stopping as he steadied him, looking down at him with concern. Quickly, Jensen nodded and cursed his luck. He forgot how close they were to the coffee shop that he spent most of his days in, tucked into a corner being allowed his solitude by the staff. While he was confident in his disguise, he'd never really tested it out on people he saw every day.

However, when he remembered that there would be a totally different staff at night, he relaxed and flashed a bright smile at Adonis. "Yeah, I just lost my balance for a moment. Guess I accepted one too many free drinks." When Adonis chuckled with him, Jensen relaxed and allowed himself to be pulled up against the warm body again.

"I think that one guy was hoping if he bought you enough free drinks you wouldn't notice he's a freakin' midget," Jared joked happy when Beauty laughed with him. He found himself wanting to record the sound so that he could play it whenever he liked. Reaching the shop, Jared took a deep breath as he opened the door for Beauty letting him go in before him. Immediately, his eyes moved to Dom and Billy, who were behind the counter. Shaking his head before they could speak, Jared was relieved when they nodded. From the grins on their faces though, he knew he'd have to dish in the morning when he saw them before they left.

After ordering their coffees, Jared led Jensen through the shop to a quiet corner at the back, glad to see it was empty. It was far enough from the counter that he knew he wouldn't have to worry about being overheard, with the music playing softly over the shop's speakers. There were always people in his shop, but there were more people there than he'd realized they had at night. It'd been awhile since he was there at such an hour.

When Adonis had opened the door for him, Jensen had felt a thrill go through him. When he'd then pulled out his chair, Jensen had to resist the urge to squeal. This physically perfect man was not quite so slowly working his way under Jensen's skin. Jensen so far hadn't even tried to fight it. This was what he'd been waiting for. This was what he'd been dreaming of and for the first time he wondered if, he might want more. Maybe not that night, but for the first time he was with a man he already knew he wanted to see again.

He wanted more time with this man who was making him feel all warm and cared for inside. He couldn't stop smiling. He hoped he didn't look like an idiot, because he didn't think he could stop anytime soon. He didn't remember the last time he was this happy or this relaxed. For hours, he sat at the table with Adonis talking about everything and nothing.

He'd found out they were both from here in Texas, but Adonis was from the southern part while he was from up around Dallas. They both liked the Cowboys naturally. They both enjoyed comedies or horror movies and were attracted to people who could make them laugh. They'd both gone to college, Adonis with a business degree, while his had been in English. They had the same general taste in music, even if they favored different ends of the spectrum. Somewhere along the line, Adonis had taken hold of one of his hands, swallowing it up in one of his own big paws, and was currently running his thumb over Jensen's knuckles.

When Adonis swore softly, Jensen arched an eyebrow, nervous butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "It's like, 5 AM," Adonis explained and Jensen blinked surprised turning to check out the time himself. Seeing that it was indeed five in the morning, Jensen found himself feeling suddenly shy again. He wasn't sure how to proceed. He wanted desperately to see this man again, but wasn't sure he was ready to give up his real self yet. He was terribly afraid that the illusion of this night wouldn't translate into the reality of a new day.

Almost as if he understood, Adonis smiled softly and stood excusing himself momentarily. Jensen watched intrigued as he lifted the counter top and went behind it rummaging under the register. When the two men who had waited on them earlier elbowed Adonis giggling and teasing him, Jensen wondered what he'd missed. He couldn't help but grin at the red-faced man who returned threatening to fire the two imps.

"So, yeah, I guess I have a confession to make," Adonis said sitting back down at their table, still glaring at the help. "I kinda own this place." Jensen lifted an eyebrow studying the man and almost gasped wondering how he hadn't recognized him earlier. He had to admit though that even though his disguise wasn't quite as elaborate as Jensen's own was, there was little beyond the physical to remind him of the man the staff called Paddy.

When Adonis tore a piece of paper off the pad and passed it over, Jensen bit his lip seeing two phone numbers and an address. "So here's the deal," Adonis started and Jensen watched apprehensive for the first time. "I don't do this. I mean I don't ever do this. I haven't been in a relationship, since I was 18. I haven't had casual sex since I was 23. That was 3 years ago, and frankly, I don't intend to go back to that. I haven't even gone out to the clubs in years before Baum opened. Everyone has secrets and scars. If someone had told me this morning I'd be giving an almost complete stranger my phone numbers and home address tonight, I would have had them committed. However, one thing I have always tried to do is trust my instincts, and they are telling me you, Beauty, are something to hold onto."

"They're also suggesting that you're not quite as ready for the unveiling as I am. So, you don't have to if you're not ready to. I'd like a chance with you, Beauty. And, if you'll give me one, I am prepared to move totally at your pace. As far as I am concerned, your name is Penny, until you tell me otherwise. You know now how to contact me. I won't ask you to do anything you're not ready for. I just hope that you give me a chance to see you again."

Jensen looked down at the paper in his hands, and found himself having to take a breath to calm himself before he could speak. His throat was clenched with emotion at the idea that this man was willing to give him exactly what he needed, on his terms. He took a moment to really think about what was happening, or at least to try to. What he found out though, was that there wasn't really anything to think about. He wanted this. He REALLY wanted this and he couldn't see any reason not to give it a chance.

Nodding Jensen looked up and reaching out took one of Adonis' hands and squeezed it. "I'd like that, Jay. I… I'd like that a lot." When Adonis stood, Jensen found himself standing as well looking up slightly into those deep bottomless eyes he'd been staring into all night. He knew he was going to get kissed before it happened. He'd had time to expect… something, but the gentle press of lips against his own wasn't it. Somehow, it was the perfect cap to what had turned into the perfect evening. Hand touching Jensen's lower back, Jay led him out and flagged him down a cab. He then waited 'til he'd gotten in before heading off on foot in the opposite direction.

Half an hour later, dressed in boxers and a worn t-shirt, makeup washed off and comforter pulled over his head, Jensen touched his lips as his eyes closed and hoped to dream of Adonis, and what might come.

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