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.
This actually makes sense. He’s been babied his whole life, so it’s kind of weird having to be taken apart. Though the entire time he probably tries to act as calm as he can.
Then jeep over here is so use to it, it’s like a weekly thing. No big deal. brING IT ON.
I CAN SHOW YOU A WORLD
SHINING SHIMMERING ENGINES
TELL ME PRINCESS NOW WHEN DID
YOU LAST CRY OVER CARS?
I CAN OPEN YOUR TRUNK
TAKE YOU SEAT-BELT BY SEAT-BELT
OVER LEFT LANE AND RIGHT LANE
ON A MAGIC CAR RIDE
A WHOLE NEW WORLD
A NEW FANTASTIC REAR-VIEW
NO ONE TO TELL US NO OR WHERE TO DRIVE
OR SAY WE’RE ONLY CRASHING
Cooking cars. :P
“Baking is stupid!” Cruiser finally announced, frustration consuming his voice as he gripped the two containers in his hands tightly.
4Runner glanced at him out of the corner of his eye but didn’t stop cutting up the fruit he was going to saute for the sauteed apple pie he was baking.
Breathing through his nose, he figured he wasn’t going to get a proper response from Hunter so he growled, “What the hell is the difference between baking soda and baking powder?”
Cruiser and 4runner like to train together. (◡‿◡✿)
“Getting tired old man?” Cruiser huffed out, bouncing back and forth on his feet from the other side of the mat.
4Runner wiped his mouth on the back of his hand from where Cruiser had managed to get a hit in but his face was otherwise expressionless when he shrugged his shoulder.
Cruiser gritted his teeth a little at the fact that his playful insults had no effect on this car, nothing had any effect on him, ever. The man was the epitome of stoicism. He showed literally no emotion at any point in the day. It was all calm and straight lipped resting faces.
Even when they were in Chris’ basement sparring, 4Runner gave him nothing except physical competition. There was no playful banter, no emotions to stir up, nothing.
But that didn’t mean Cruiser couldn’t keep trying…
