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He grins widely, cockiness pushing his own inexperience aside. It wasn't that he was a virgin or anything he just didn't do this too often. Either way, he tended to enjoy it when he did. When Sam stands up Jeremy is taken aback for a minute, remembering how tall he was, curious if that height meant that he had a greater stature in more places than just one.

The warm and strong hand on his shoulder makes him smile, grinning up at Sam through his lashes. "Born ready." It was such a damn cliché but that was the kind of thing Jeremy was running with, he'd let Sam lead him to the door, take him to his car, find out what the older man wanted to do with him when they got there.

The guy seemed eager, which was a good thing. Sam took it in stride, leading the other toward the door, his comment getting a hearty, warm laugh from Sam's throat. This could be good. Really, good, actually, and he didn't want to screw it up. As a hunter, chances like this were slim to him and worse than not scoring at the bar, was scoring at the bar then not being able to stomp home plate once out of there.

The night carried a chill but Sam barely felt it. His fingers slid down to the man's back, keeping between his strong shoulders. He wondered if he worked out. "I'm Keith," Sam lied, the name one he'd used often enough to not slip. It would be easier to recall the dark-haired young man if there was a name tied to it. "I'm that black Impala over there, back of the lot."

Jeremy keeps his jacket slung over one arm, warm from the drinks he'd illegally gotten his hands on and comfortably so. He was walking with a bit of a swagger, grinning up at Sam while the other man strokes a hand along his back. "Keith? You don't look like a Keith." He was off to a great start, insulting the stranger's name. "I'm Jeremy."

He looks over at the car and grins. "That's a nice car, man. Kinda reminds me of a guy I know back home's car." Because it did remind him of Damon's black car, which was also a beauty, but Jeremy didn't think that Damon would ever have wanted to get him in the back seat.

Sam laughed at that, nodding his head. "Most know me by my middle name. Sam," he said, figuring it was still generic enough that Jeremy wouldn't come looking for him later in life.

"Yeah? Well, mine's one of a kind," Sam admitted. It might have come out as a brag, but he couldn't think of anyone that had a Devil's Trap on the top of the trunk like his did. The door creaked opened, muscle car metal-on-metal, and Sam pushed up the driver's seat. He turned around and leaned in, stealing a kiss from Jeremy's lips, testing the waters. Even that little contact sent a spike into his spine. He needed more of that.

"Okay, Sam... I can work with Sam. Keith just isn't exactly the name you wanna be shouting out in a moment of joy, no offence." He grins, little did Sam know Jeremy had absolutely no plan on trying to find him again after tonight, there was no amount of sex that could be that good, good enough to deter him from the lifestyle he'd chosen.

"Oh yeah? So its super special?" He grins at that, guys and their cars, that was a special kind of relationship that he never quite got into. Matt and Stefan were like that, Damon too to an extent. Jeremy hadn't exactly subscribed to any of it though. Cars in his life had a habit of getting into accidents, there was no point getting attached to them. Jeremy returns the kiss both readily and hungrily, reaching for something he didn't know he'd needed tonight, his lips opening almost instantly upon contacts with Sam's.

"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.

Jeremy can't help but laugh at that before dragging his eyes rather obviously to Sam's crotch. "Oh yeah? Well I've been told a lot over the years that I've got a big mouth." But it did bring that worrying thought back about Sam's height being a direct correlation with the size of his cock and what he'd actually do when faced with that kind of monster.

The kiss was nice though, different to a lot of the kisses Jeremy had had before. Of course, with girls, it'd been a hell of a lot different; he'd been expected to lead where in this instance Sam was very much in charge and Jeremy couldn't help but be aroused by both the feeling of Sam's warm wet tongue in his mouth and the feeling of the man's solid body pressing up against him.

He was easily cajoled into the back seat of the car, scooting along until he felt the door panel against his back, gazing expectantly at Sam in return.

The Impala wasn't the ideal situation, Sam knew, but it wasn't like he could take Jeremy back to his hotel. He didn't know if he was a local or a drifter like him. Luckily, the Impala's back seat was bigger than other two-door vehicles, because it was metal version of a cock.

A quick glance around and Sam knew they were alone. With Jeremy's back against the seat, that only left Sam with one option. He threw his jacket across the front seat and as he stooped in to follow, his shirt slipped over his head and fell in the well behind the passenger seat. His foot neatly caught the door hand, pulling the door mostly shut. His mouth found Jeremy's neck before he bumped his head - a good thing. A small sound left Sam's mouth as the salt from his skin glanced across the hunter's tongue.

Jeremy felt crowded in the backseat of the Impala, more so when Sam gets in with him, feeling like he was practically being cocooned by the older man's body, it was comfortable though, making the whole thing a hell of a lot more intimate, more inviting.

He probably should've foresaw some elements of the exchange though, Sam was lucky in that he was able to get his shirt off before they got into the car, Jeremy taking his clothes off was going to involve an awful lot of limbs flying akimbo around the back seat... and their trousers didn't even bear thinking about. The worry left his mind though when Sam's warm mouth was against his neck, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin there and encouraging a mutant moan out of the young hunter as he reached for Sam, intent on pulling him closer.

The clothes weren't the issue, not a pressing one. Not to Sam. He was enjoying the way their bodies were already warming the interior of the car. While not pressed for time, Sam knew that backseat intimacy wasn't made for foreplay. The tip of his nose ticked under the lobe of Jeremy's ear, inhaling while sucking the skin further into his mouth.

Fingers were felt and Sam complied, moving closer, letting go, taking Jeremy's lips with his own. His own hands were itching to be included, the left holding onto the passenger seat's headrest to keep him slightly up, the right finding the hem of Jeremy's shirt and slipping under and up. His prints slid over strong muscle, blunt nails nicked at hard nipples.

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