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The only light that shone into the car was that of the moon. It was one of those warm summer nights, and Garth decided it was time to get Kevin out of that damned men of letters, basement. Frankly not just for some well needed fresh air, but also from Sam and Dean and their melodramatic sulking matches (love them as Garth may.)
Garth caressed Kevin's clavicle. The younger man broke the kiss and leaned back quickly.
"No," he whispered.
"What?" Garth furrowed his brow in confusion.
"The front is where we kiss..." he trailed off, his face reddening in embarrassment. "The..back is where we..." he couldn't finish, he glanced down and cleared his throat.
It finally hit Garth. He took Kevin's hand and whispered, "ford ranchero, ford ford ranchero."