The slick sounds they're making finally convince him to pull away, though he can't move too far being sandwiched in between them. But it's enough to be able to twist his head and get a close up view of Jared's mouth bearing down on Misha's.

Misha is surprisingly submissive, eyelids shut and occasionally fluttering in contentment as Jared gives him what looks like a very deep kiss. They finally pull apart, slowly, and Jensen swears he can see a few clinging lines of spit strung between them for a second. Misha breathlessly leans his head against Jensen's shoulders. "Talented, isn't he?"

"Yeah." Jensen's voice is hoarse like he's been kissing for hours. Or yelling. He starts as Misha wraps an arm around his waist, palm splayed wide on his lower stomach in a way that makes the muscles there shiver and clench. Misha's other hand reaches past him to twist in Jared's shirt and then he's moving them all backwards in an awkward shuffle.

The trailer shudders a little as the weight of all three of them hits the nearby wall and Misha's 'oof' of squashed discomfort quickly morphs into warm laughter that tickles through Jensen's hair.