Cruiser decides to join his favorite Jeep watching a movie. Cam was there too but it’s not like they were in the middle of anything.
"You know…" Cam whispered, his voice hot against Jeep’s ear. They were sitting close on the couch, shoulders touching as the movie played in front of them. Of course, neither had been paying too much attention to the film. They hadn’t seen each other in days due to pack events and they were finally getting some downtime when Stiles wasn’t driving around furiously with the Jeep, wearing him out. And where Derek wasn’t cramming the pack pups into the Camaro like a goddamn clown car - seriously how was he supposed to fit that many werewolves all at once it was like eating fifty burritos are an all-you-can-eat-buffet.
It didn’t matter now… because now they were on their own, free of werewolves and ownership and burnt tires and empty fuel gauges. It was peaceful and wonderful and their cheeks were a delightful shade of sexually charged.
Jeep shivered at the feeling of Cam’s breath on his bare skin, leaning into the voice that melted his spine and made him put his gear into neutral and coast freely with the momentum of Cam’s energy.