A/N: This is a story that I am writing entirely for self-indulgence. I just reaallly wanted to write it and I won't be offended if no one wants to read it because they think it's creepy or weird. I will update as new entries come out.

Pairings: Jay/OMC, Jay/Tim and Jay/Alex later on.

Warnings: Rated M for yaoi and some descriptive bits.

Disclaimer: Marble Hornets belongs to Troy, Joseph, and Tim. The OMC is mine, however shamelessly added.

The first time Jay met the man with the cool, gray eyes was completely by accident. He had been walking down a mostly deserted street in early January, hands shoved in his pockets and his shoulders hunched against a biting wind. His fingers were wrapped around his phone, ready to alert him to any word from Tim. He said he was working, trying to save money. For what, Jay didn't know, but he was stuck waiting, yet again, for any word on when they could go to the hospital again. It had been a month. How long did Jay have to wait?

He had been trying to fill up his time searching for more clients. If Tim thought it was best to try and save money, then maybe that was a sign for him to do it as well. It offered a distraction, at least, which was what Jay wanted. Alone and bored, he would review the old tapes or begin to imagine the absolute worst case scenarios as to how this entire situation would turn out. When his morbid thoughts turned to death, that is when he would take to the streets. Nothing to relieve one's loneliness like relieving another's, even if it resulted in bending yourself over a table or a counter.

Sometimes he wondered if Tim had caught wind or even suspected what Jay did for his primary source of income. If he did, Jay didn't care. Honestly, Tim's opinion of him probably couldn't go lower than it already was.

His male clients he were more interested in picking him off the street. Women would take him by referral or if they met him in a less seedy location. At the moment, he was really just trying to find his car again after being turned out of a client's car after they had driven to a mall parking lot and the man had requested a quick job involving Jay's mouth. The mall had only been a mile and a half away, but Jay was tired and the cold was sucking all motivation for him to think.

He kept his gaze down when he passed a group of kids standing on the street corner. When he glanced back up, he saw someone leaning against the red-bricked entrance of an apartment building, lit by the yellowing light of a wall lamp. He had a thick coat and a head of hair darker than Tim's. He looked to be in his late-thirties, early-forties and his gray eyes had the tiniest hint of laugh lines around them. His lips were wrapped around a cigarette and his chin dusted with stubble.

Gray Eyes watched Jay as he came nearer, and Jay, despite himself, found himself staring back. Up close, he could appreciate how attractive the man was. With the way his gaze swept over Jay's body, Jay could tell he was appreciating the view he had as well. That made Jay pause. He was a bit tired, but the client in the parking lot hadn't wanted intercourse, so he wasn't sore. He wouldn't mind taking someone else up for an hour or two, especially with someone this handsome.

He screwed up his courage and slowed down. "Nice night, isn't it?"

Gray Eyes grunted and took a puff of his cigarette. Perhaps Jay had been wrong and he wasn't interested after all. He was about to hurry on when the man said, "It's cold out tonight. Is that jacket all you've got?"

His voice was low, a little gruff, with the hint of a Chicago accent. Someone from the big city might be used to the presence of hookers, if not hired a few himself.

Jay shrugged. "I'm pretty used to it."

Gray Eyes raised an eyebrow. "You outside often?"

"You could say that," Jay said, hoping the man thought that his cheeks were tinged with red because of the cold. "I'm, um...I'm on the streets often. For my job, that is."

Gray Eyes smirked a bit. "I knew what you meant." Again, his eyes raked over Jay's slight form. Jay kept his gaze steady on the other's face. "I'm sure you get a lot of business, whatever it is you do."

This time, Jay really did blush and look down. Business wasn't scarce, but not many clients complimented him widely for his looks (his apparent talent was more appreciated). He knew he wasn't the ugliest around, but he was no male model either, particularly with his loss of appetite making him thinner and the constant paranoia taking the color from his cheeks. He certainly hadn't expect Gray Eyes to appraise him.

"Well, I guess you could say that," Jay said, looking back up to meet his gaze full-on.

After another long drag on the cigarette, Gray Eyes gestured for him to come closer and lowered his voice. "How much do you charge?"

Jay had long gotten over the embarrassment of discussing deals. He thought of it like they were talking about Jay painting a garage door or vacuuming a rug rather than selling his body.

"Seventy-five an hour. We do whatever you want," he muttered. His price fluctuated, actually, depending on his mood, the night, and the pace of business. He sometimes wasn't the best judge of character and some of them spit in his face if they thought he was demanding too high. But it was for his own protection. If they were willing to pay that much, then maybe it meant they were more well off and wouldn't be a crack head or a sleeze. In theory, anyway.

Gray Eyes looked like he was well-groomed and his coat made of a good material. He would have asked for one hundred an hour, but he couldn't deny the way his heart thudded pleasantly when he met the man's eyes. It was a foreign feeling after so many months of loneliness.

"That's a lot. Are you really that good?" Gray Eyes said. Jay thought he caught a hint of skepticism and looked away, swallowing hard. Gray Eyes continued, "Don't worry. I didn't mean anything by it. I just don't want to be cheated. How do I know you're clean?"

It was probably his pale complexion and the dark circles under his eyes that were raising the red flag. He made a mental note to by some concealer or foundation in the future.

Wanna buy some lipstick while you're at it? Mascara too? Go the whole nine yards? he thought, inwardly cringing.

"I use protection," he said, clutching the handful of condoms in his jacket pocket. "And I check to make sure they are clean too."

In most cases, his clients were fine using condoms on the off chance Jay had something. He had fortunately kept himself disease-free ever since starting this eight months ago. It wasn't easy, but it had been worth it.

Gray Eyes raised his eyebrows and looked as though he was about to reply when he looked down the street and frowned. A black sedan was driving slowly in their direction. Jay had become familiar with the behavior of unmarked cop cars in the area and a chill went up his spine. Actually, how was he to know that Gray Eyes wasn't an undercover cop? Jay couldn't afford to get busted and sent to jail. Who would bail him out? Tim? That was laughable. His family? He had talked to them sparingly over the last two years. Currently, they thought he was working as a waiter in Northport. Jay's father was a proud man. If he found out Jay was whoring himself out, Jay would be disowned without question.

He was about to utter an apology and push himself away when Gray Eyes pulled out a key and unlocked the front door to the apartment building.

"They've been combing the streets more and more these days. Come in. I'll take you for a couple hours. Just act casual so they don't think anything."

Jay nodded and was happy to get inside the musty stairwell out of the cold. It wasn't an ancient building, but the carpet in the hall looked as though it had never seen a decent shampooing. Jay didn't doubt Gray Eyes had enough money, but he wondered what he would be doing in a place like this. Certainly, he seemed to have way more manners than a lot of Jay's other clients.

He was led up a staircase and down a hallway with bland wallpaper. Gray Eyes stopped at a door and unlocked it. He held it open for Jay, who blushed and muttered a "thank you" before ducking inside. The place was more lightly furnished than a hotel room, with a hardwood floor and rather unimpressive furnishings. From first glance, Jay wondered if Gray Eyes spent much time there at all.

But he was there to give a service, not ask questions. The apartment was well lit and the blinds were closed. He forced himself to relax and focus on the task at hand.

When Gray Eyes kicked his shoes off and set them near the door, Jay followed suit. When Gray Eyes hung up his coat and held a hand put for Jay's jacket, he faltered, but refused as politely as possible.

"I like to keep it with me," he said, trying to smile.

"Afraid of theft, I suppose," Gray Eyes said teasingly.

"Um, n-no...just..." Jay didn't want to give the real reason: that he wanted to keep it nearby just in case he needed to make a quick getaway. Not from the client, of course, but in case he saw...he didn't want to finish that thought.

Gray eyes chuckled and it was an entrancing sound. "You don't have to explain. You can take a shower first. You want anything to drink?"

The man's hospitality surprised Jay. Either Gray Eyes wanted to take things slow or he just wanted to make sure Jay was clean before they got to business. Whatever the case, Jay would never be one to refuse a hot shower.

"Towels are already in there. If you want, you can get dressed again afterward, but you don't have to bother," Gray Eyes said. There was the hungry glint that Jay had been waiting for. Even the shy clients would have it eventually. Seeing it in those gray eyes made a pleasant warmth coil in his lower belly. This would be the first time for a while that he would be eager to be with a client.

He went into the bathroom after telling Gray Eyes that water would be fine to drink and began stripping off his clothes, leaving them folded on the toilet lid. There were some bathroom supplies spread out over the counter. Again, nothing that gave Jay the impression that this was a permanent dwelling. There was a roll of gauze and a closed pocket knife on the counter that he briefly pondered the use for (both clean; if they had been bloodied, Jay would have run as fast as he could out of there), but the cold air was beginning to nip at his skin, so he turned on the hot water and didn't spare a second getting in.

The shower was only five minutes long at the most, but it relaxed him. He sighed at the feel of the hot water and stole a little bit of the shower gel on a nearby shelf. Gray Eyes probably wouldn't mind.

His mind wandered to Tim. What would he be doing on a night like this? Resting? Watching crappy movies to take his mind off everything? Did he have enough pills to keep the seizures away? He had been extremely secretive as of late and Jay couldn't help but worry. He spared himself a few more moments of this train of thought before turning off the water and stepping out. He rubbed his hair dry with a white towel before wrapping it around his waist.

Gray Eyes was in the living room with a glass of water for him. As Jay drank, he was well aware of the man taking in all of his form. He hoped he didn't look too thin. He had been avoiding mirrors as of late. The old fear of what might be looking back or over his shoulder had reared its ugly head. He finished half the glass and set it back down on the table.

"Let's go to the bedroom. It's more comfortable in there," Gray Eyes said, smirking. Jay was led into another room with a simple, queen-sized bed. There was a maroon quilt spread haphazardly over top.

"What do you want me to do?" Jay said, feeling a trepidation that never seemed to go away when he was with a new client combined with the strange desire to please this man.

Gray Eyes reached up to hold Jay's jaw in one palm, running his thumb over his bottom lip. Jay leaned into the touch, closing his eyes at the warmth and the slight tickle. "First off, I want to see what your pretty mouth can do on me. We'll take it from there."

Jay nodded and the hand was taken away as Gray Eyes took a seat on the edge of the bed and undid his belt. As Jay knelt between his thighs, he caught Gray Eyes winking at him and felt another surge of pleasure. Why did the man have this effect on him? He took out a good-sized cock and Jay made sure Gray Eyes could see him licking his lips before he lowered his head.

By the end of the two hours, Jay had learned two things. One: Gray Eyes had an amazing body. Two: It was best to use water-based lubes. Oil-based lubes were the worst. The second fact was explained to him while Gray Eyes was in the middle of preparing him. His voice had been matter-of-fact and casual, even while he had three fingers massaging Jay's channel and arousing him more than he had been in weeks.

The first fact had come from observation as, upon finishing up Jay's preparation, Gray Eyes had stripped off his shirt and shoved his pants to his mid-thigh. He was lithe and muscular without having the extreme muscles of a body-builder. His mid-section was bronzed, as though he had spent some time in the sun. Jay was a bit self-conscious, but didn't have much time to dwell on it as Gray Eyes mounted him. It was deliciously rough. With Gray Eyes, Jay didn't have to fake any moans or gasps.

After he was dressed, a stack of twenties was pressed into his hand. Way more than $150.

"Umm...thank you," Jay said, blushing.

"For cab fare or whatever else," Gray Eyes said, favoring him with another wink. "You have a phone number?"

Jay bit his lip. He didn't like to give his number to his clients freely. He didn't want to become attached or pull them into any of the crap that he was going through. But losing contact with this man caused him no small amount of hurt; he was the first client who had made Jay feel like a human instead of just a piece of meat. Maybe if they kept it casual, it would be all right.

He gave his number, but by the time he made it back to his car, worry and regret were already churning in his stomach.