Title: I’ll See You When Your Clothes are On
Rating: T
Triggers/warnings: None
Word count: 483
Tags: Alternate Universe: Porn stars, Love at First Sight, Crowley is not nearly as smooth as he thinks he is, Aziraphale is not an innocent no matter what he looks like
Summary: Crowley’s had a lot of feelings for his co-stars in the past, but none of him have made him feel like this.
Posted for the @ineffablehusbandsbingo - square “Pornstar AU”
Crowley sauntered into the studio with his usual style and stopped dead just as he crossed the soundstage threshold. Without looking away from the vision on the other side of the mocked-up room, Crowley reached out and snared a passing camera operator. “Who,” he demanded, quiet but fervent, “is that?”
“A. Z. Fell,” said Chalky, cooly plucking Crowley’s hand off their jacket like a piece of trash. “Goes by the rather pretentious stage name Aziraphale.”
Crowley had heard of Aziraphale, of course. Had watched several of his films, quite avidly. But he looked different in person.
Everyone looks different in person, of course, but most people look more mundane away from the soft lights and filtered lenses and makeup. Aziraphale was the opposite. He’d been gorgeous in the films, soft and sweet and tantalizingly innocent. In the flesh, he was ethereally beautiful, radiating a sense of peace. Of love.
Crowley had reacted to his fellow actors in many ways, ranging from pure indifference to raging lust. He’d co-starred with one or two guys who’d made him want to punch them in their insufferable faces. He’d worked opposite a few who’d made him want to take them apart in all the best ways.
He’d never before looked at another porn star and wanted to swaddle them in blankets and bring them cups of hot cocoa.
“Huh.” Crowley slithered through the set and inserted himself into the conversation Aziraphale was having with the costumer, Sable. “Hello there,” he purred, offering a hand. “I understand we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.” He waggled his eyebrows ridiculously. It was best, he’d found, to break any ice early on.
“Oh! Mr. Crowley,” Aziraphale said happily, seizing Crowley’s hand in a warm, firm grip. “I’m so very delighted to meet you.” He looked looked Crowley over, head to toe, not bothering to disguise the appraisal. “You’re rather taller than I expected, somehow. But even more devilishly handsome. I’m sure we’ll get on like a house afire.”
Was that a “hot” joke? It wasn’t actually possible for someone to be that sincere, was it? “It’s… it’s just Crowley,” he returned, a little lamely. “No mister needed. Unless you’re into that sort of thing, of course.” There, that had returned him to his usual form.
“Speaking of fires,” Sable interrupted, “let’s get you to wardrobe, Crowley.”
“Yeah? And what’s this week’s thin veneer over the fucking, then?”
Aziraphale’s face lit up, looking delighted. “It will be ever so fun!” he enthused. “We’re to be an angel and a demon!” He leaned in quite close, his lips brushing Crowley’s ear, and whispered. “I can’t wait for you to corrupt me.”
Crowley let Sable lead him away, toward the changing rooms, but he kept glancing back over his shoulder at Aziraphale, feeling half-stunned and wondering if, after filming was done for the day, his co-star would welcome an invitation to dinner.
