"Glad to know my name fits in your mouth so well. Can't make that same promise about anything else," Sam joked, surprised by the joke himself. It was a very Dean thing of him to say. Still, he was going with it.

About to comment again, but Jeremy's mouth opened so easily that Sam couldn't wait. His tongue slipped inside, head cocking to the side as fingers slid through the guy's dark hair to hold his head in place. Their tongues were thick and warm and suddenly colliding against one another. Sam's hip jutted forward, pressing against Jeremy until he could find the resources to break the kiss.

"After you," Sam said, a hand sliding down Jeremy's back and then onto to rear. Squeezing and pushing him forward gently into the back seat.