Jeremy's room above the comic book store was kinda crappy, Sam thought. For a kid who made a lot of money, he sure didn't spend it on room decor. But then, on closer inspection, the worst parts of the room were the ones that a kid couldn't do much about. There were three broken panes in the window that looked out over the street, and the walls were dirty and filled with strips of ancient wallpaper. It did look like Jeremy had tried to cover the worst of it though with movie posters. And he had a comfortable rug on the floor between the bed and the tumble-down bookcase that was just two boards stacked on cinder blocks.

Sam could totally relate to Jeremy's bedroom though. It sure beat some of the more rundown motels that Dad had checked them into.

And Jeremy's bed was awesome. It was covered with some kind of super-fluffy, thick comforter thing that was black and green and glowed in the dark.

Too cool. Sam wished he had a bed like this as he lay across it on his stomach, flipping through old copies of Jeremy's Beetles.

"So, pretty cool, hunh?" Jeremy grinned.

Sam looked up and grinned back. He held up the issue with the vampires that had mated with ghouls. "Hell yeah. Too creepy, man."

"Right? I'm telling you, Sam, you're missing out."

"Well, I might have to start reading these, I guess." Sam scoured the next page. "They don't follow the lore at all though."

Jeremy's eyes rolled, "Geez, Sam. Really?"

Sam grinned again, "Yeah, really. I mean, lore was written for a reason. You gotta go by the lore, or the rest is chaos."

Jeremy chuckled and moved to sit beside Sam on the bed. "You're pretty funny, you know. I wish you were sticking around for awhile."

"I might be, actually. Dad called today and said he won't be back for at least another week.

Jeremy's eyes lit up, "Hey! That's great! We got more time to hang."

"Yeah."

"So …"

"So?" Sam asked, looking up.

"So, you thought any more about working with me?"

Sam tossed the book down and sat up. "I have." He sighed. "I just don't think I'd have the courage to follow through with it. And if Dean ever found out, I'd have to just shoot myself and get it over with cause he would definitely end me."

Jeremy shrugged, "So we don't let him find out. He's gone a lot at night, right? That's always when the Johns want us."

Sam shuddered.

Jeremy saw. He shoulder-bumped Sam, "It's really not what it sounds like. I promise. These guys have been vetted real good before they ever get to us. It really is a nationwide program. Hell, most of 'em are repeat customers, and if they like you, then they ask for you personally, and give you tips."

That sounded intriguing. "Yeah? So, what's the most you ever made on a date?" Sam asked.

Jeremy thought, "Well, probably about $600."

Sam's eyes widened.

"But that was … you know … full service."

Sam stared and then looked away. He suddenly felt bad for Jeremy.

"So, can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Sure."

"Did it … uh … you know. Did it … hurt?"

Jeremy chewed his lip. "Full service hurts, yeah. But you don't have to sign on for that if you don't want to, Sam. You can just do the lightweight stuff."

Sam shook his head. "I don't think I could."

Both boys were silent, thinking about it. Then Jeremy spoke up. "I could go with you on your first job if you want? Might make it easier? We could just tell Dad we wanted a double. That's when the guy orders two dates at once."

Sam stared. "You mean your dad …?"

"Knows? Yeah. He works for the corporate office. Half of everything we make, we get to keep. The rest goes to Dad and he sends it into corporate."

Sam wasn't sure how he felt about that. But he had to admit, he was sort of curious. "So, when you do a double, I mean … what happens?"

Jeremy scooted back so his back was against the headboard and his feet straight out in front of him, and Sam followed suit. "Well, usually when somebody orders a double, they want to … you know … watch."

Sam thought about that. "Watch what?"

Jeremy snorted, "Watch us, Sam."

"Oh."

Jeremy waited.

"Watch us do what?"

The blond boy smiled, "Um, make out."

"What!" Sam squeaked.

Jeremy laughed. "What's the matter? You never kissed a boy before?"

Sam blushed. "Uh, no." Sam studied Jeremy. It's not that he wasn't cute. He was actually kind of gorgeous with his piercing blue eyes and long blond hair that he kept neatly quelled in a ponytail down his back. But Sam had just never … you know … thought much about that.

Jeremy studied him silently, "But you've kissed girls, right?"

Sam looked away and shook his head.

"Oh." Jeremy suddenly grew quiet. "You know, Sam, you might be right. Maybe this … uh … this isn't for you." He strode over to the window and looked out.

"Yeah." Sam said sadly.

Jeremy turned around at the sadness in Sam's voice. "You really don't have to do this, you know." He said kindly, returning to sit next to Sam on the bed. "Just because I'm cool with it doesn't mean you will be. Different strokes, Sam."

Sam studied his friend. "Was it hard for you at first?"

"You mean, was I scared?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah. I was. But you get over it. And the money is good. Better than we could make doing anything else."

"I guess."

Jeremy studied Sam as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking … defeated. "What scares you the most?"

Sam shrugged. "Dunno. I guess, maybe … that I won't know what to do."

"Oh. Well that's easy enough to remedy. You wanna learn?"

Sam eyed his new friend warily. "Uh, learn what?"

"Learn to kiss, Sam. Geez, what'd you think, dude?" He rolled his eyes.

Sam thought about this. "Um, I dunno. Maybe, I guess."

Jeremy smiled. "Well, okay then. Come here." And Jeremy scooted closer to Sam, joining him on the edge of the bed.

"Here, just let me do all the work, okay?" Jeremy said, staring into Sam's eyes. Damn, the kid looked terrified. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Sam. I promise. Okay?"

Sam nodded.

So Jeremy leaned in and cupped the back of Sam's neck with one hand. He placed his other on the boy's chest, leaning in and placing his lips over Sam's.

Sam just sort of sat there with his mouth closed, wondering what he should be doing and feeling a little foolish.

Jeremy pulled away. "That was good." He smiled. "You okay?"

Sam nodded.

"Okay, so this time, open your mouth a little, okay? I'll do the rest."

"S'okay." Sam breathed, wiping sweaty palms on his jeans.

Jeremy smiled again, "Damn, Sam. You're adorable." he said, smiling, and making Sam blush.

The blond boy leaned in again, and this time Sam opened his mouth to meet him.

Suddenly,Jeremy was exploring Sam's mouth with his tongue and sucking a little, and Sam thought he should be totally grossed out, but he wasn't. He wasn't at all. He made a small sound in the back of his throat.

Jeremy pulled away and gazed at Sam intently. "That okay?" He asked, carefully.

"Y-yeah." Sam replied shakily.

Jeremy placed a calming hand over Sam's unsteady one. "You're shaking." He said, concerned.

"No, I-I'm okay."

Jeremy smiled tenderly. "You're so beautiful, you know."

Sam blushed harder.

Jeremy sat back and grinned, "So now you want to hear a trade secret?"

"Sure."

"Okay, when you're kissing someone like that, and maybe it's not someone that you would normally be kissing, you know, if they weren't paying you. Like if you're not really into it, there's a way to make it better."

"How?"

"You just get this picture of somebody in your mind. Someone you think is really hot, or someone you've fantasized about kissing. You know, like some celebrity or maybe that guy Gren from your books or something. Think about someone you could really get into, and then pretend that you're having your first kiss with them. Makes it all better."

"Oh, okay."

"So you got someone?"

Sam did, but it wasn't Gren.

"Okay, now pretend you're all alone with him, and sharing your very first kiss. You ready?"

Sam nodded and leaned in.

And this time he pictured someone else entirely sitting there on the bed with him. He placed both of his hands gently on either side of his vision's face like he'd done so many times in his dreams, and he opened his mouth and caught the man's lower lip gently in his teeth and just started tentatively exploring. And before he was done, a small noise was wrenched from deep inside Jeremy as they parted.

The other boy couldn't catch his breath. He stared at Sam in shock. Then reality came back to him, and he smiled strangely. "Damn, Sammy. You learn fast."

Sam gazed back, wondering what the hell had just happened. "I … uh … yeah. I … gotta go." He stammered, "Dean's gonna be back to pick me up in a few minutes." He slid off the bed and stopped at the door to look back shyly.

"Uh, bye, Jeremy. Thanks."

"Bye, yourself, Sammy." The blond boy smiled, trying to restart his heart.

And Sam flew down the stairs to the comic book store and ran right into an older man wearing a suit and tie.

"Oh! Sorry Sir!" Sam apologized as he shot from the store.

When he was gone, the man in the suit and tie exchanged an amused look with Mr. Rudy, who chucked, "Sorry about that." he said, handing the man his change.

"Don't be." The man replied. "Best thing that's happened to me all day. Who was that lovely boy?"

"That's Sam."

"Sam." The man repeated. "He's one of yours?"

Mr. Rudy shook his head, 'Not yet."

The man sighed. "Pity. I'd pay premium for some time alone with that one." he replied, moving to the window and watching the boy slide into an old model black Chevy. "Yes, I surely would."