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Light bounces off the car in the early morning sunlight, painfully bright off the wax and paint. It was a beautiful car, the Impala, Jensen had to admit, sliding into the drivers seat. He ran a hand over the top of the steering wheel. It was a careless gesture, natural to the point that he wasn’t sure it was really acting, that slide of skin of leather until his hands were in the right places. Jared crossed around behind the car and slid in the passenger side. Cameras were rolling, setting up the scene. Jared leans over into the middle between the driver’s and passenger’s sides, adjusting the knobs on the radio, like the sound guys weren’t going to put something else over the local news in post production anyway.
“I want you to fuck me over the hood of the car,” Jared said right before leaning back.
Jensen choked on spit so hard they had to redo that nothing background scene and he had to make up something about swallowing a bug.
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It was like Jared was deliberately teasing him all day after that, which, ok maybe his was, maybe he wasn’t, but it wasn’t like Jared had to do that much to get him worked up in the first place. They were on set. They were supposed to be professional here, damn it, and Jared might be a giant goofball but Jensen held himself to standards. Most of the time. It was a little harder when all he could think of was Jared’s lips moving around the words from earlier and what they mean, him fucking Jared over one of the props. Yeah, not a very professional thought, that one.
Jensen shook his head for the umpteenth time, trying to clear it of-yes, right. Line.
“This is the third killing in two months. Ten years ago there were five in March and April. Ten years before that, another five. Coincidence?” Dean asked, smooth and cynical. Sam didn’t have to respond; they both knew the answer.
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They were in the Impala basically all day. Normally it was fun-except when Jared had had beans the day before-but today it was just pure torture because they were in the Impala. Jensen could see the sun, now high with midday gleaming off the hood out in front of them mockingly as he slowed to a stop and threw the car into park. Jensen couldn’t even scowl at it because there was a camera out in front of them trying to get a shot of them getting out of the car and walking toward the ‘scene’ of the latest ‘accident.’
Jared popped his door and slid out smooth as the vintage leather seats and Jensen got a great view of that hot ass-
Jensen gritted his teeth and popped his own door open, and if Dean was a little more curt in this scene than Jensen had planned, the director didn’t seem to mind.
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The way Jensen saw it, the break for lunch couldn’t come soon enough. After lunch, they’d be taking the Impala back to a soundstage, where they could green-screen the continental US into the car’s windows. That was a long time to spend in a car with a six-foot-four example of sex on legs having to be good because there were an awful lot of people around, and presumably at least some of them didn’t want to watch kinky gay sex on the top of a car (even if, Jensen had to admit, the two of them were damn good looking). That meant that if he wanted to do anything-like, say, fuck Jared on the hood of the Impala-about these mental images floating around inside his head, lunch break was his first and last chance.
“Alright, boys. Lunchtime. Let’s pack this up,” the director called out and the focused chaos of filming broke up into smaller eddies and whirls of people, finishing a few minor work-related things, and then drifting off in little groups for food.
“Hey, Kim,” Jensen leaned out the window. “Me’n Jared’ll take the car back to set, yeah? Get something to eat, then just drive ‘er back.”
“Sure,” he waved his permission, “See you on set.”
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Five minutes down the road, and Jensen was turning off. It wasn’t exactly secluded, but it wasn’t a major highway and, most importantly, they weren’t surrounded by make-up and sound crews.
Jensen popped his door. “Get out of the car,” he ordered as he got out. It wasn’t necessary, since Jared was climbing out his side already, but it made him feel better. He didn’t have to tell Jared to pull down his pants either, but he let that one slide.
Jared bent over the front of the Impala, legs spread apart, big hands spread over the hood of the car. He looked good, perfect: half-hard already and getting harder, pants in the dirt around his ankles. Jensen thought about making Jared prep himself-spit slick burn of too much too fast that makes his dick twitch because he liked it a little rough, but Jensen had been waiting all day and he wanted inside Jared as soon as possible, fingers, anything he could get.
Draping himself heavy across Jared’s back, he smoothed a hand down Jared’s side to his waist and slid the other into the hair at the back of Jared’s head. Pulling back until a slice of skin was exposed at the top of Jared’s collar, Jensen sunk his teeth in, then licked over the skin. He ground his hips against Jared’s bare ass, and Jared gasped at the feeling of the denim over his skin, gasped and ground back until Jensen was gasping too.
Jensen offered Jared a pair of fingers, tried to push them into his mouth, and growled "Are you really sure you want it like that?" when Jared turned his face away. Jared smirked over his shoulder, hips still grinding back against Jensen, and produced a small tube of lube from his breast pocket.
Jensen bit his shoulder and tried not to feel smug when Jared fumbled the condom.