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"C'mon."
Jensen's hands are insistent at his waist, fingers curled in his jeans, the beer making everything warm, out of focus. Not that focus would change anything. It never does around Jensen.
"Just like riding a bike."
Jared's palms are hot over Jensen's forearms. "You act like I haven't done this in a while."
Jensen smiles, lopsided under lit eyes, leans in and breathes against Jared's ear. "This? Definitely not this."
Jared moves his hands, digs fingers into Jensen's upper arms.
The last thing past Jensen's teeth before they're raking Jared's lip is, "Still gotta watch out for skinned knees."