The things he did for charity..

Hal Jordan stood under the blazing lights, shirtless, oiled, and slightly amused as a fan blew across his chest, making the fine sheen of slick on his skin glisten just right.

The theme for this month’s charity calendar page? “Firehouse Fantasy.” He wore the open fireman’s jacket and suspenders, low-slung over his hips, pants sitting dangerously low, and a cocky smirk that said he knew exactly what this looked like.

But the real problem wasn’t the outfit. It was you.

You, behind the camera, eyes sharp and focused, giving quiet direction while pretending you weren’t affected by him.

Hal could see right through it. And that little crease between your brows when you lined up the perfect shot? So cute. He wondered what kind of face you’d make when you-

He shook the thought out of his head

He shifted his weight, muscles flexing deliberately as he leaned into a new pose, eyes locked on you like the lens didn’t exist. “So, how’s your day going? You know, besides photographing a firefighter dripping in oil.”