"You ever notice how sweet his ass looks when he's all bent over like that?"

I knew it was a rhetorical question, but I had to agree…tight cut-off jeans and that white wife-beater, soaking wet, definitely was his style. And, although I would never say it out loud, his ass looked sweet no matter what he was doing.

The fluid movements of his arms as he ran the soapy sponge over the hood of my new car only enhanced the lines of his near-perfect body. When he paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, the heat emanating from him was almost as strong as the sun that beat down on him.

He took great care to remove every speck of mud from my new car, mud he put there when he decided to see how well it would do donuts in the gravel lot outside the set. It was pretty impressive - dirt and gravel arced up at least 10 feet in the air, mud flew all the way over to the cameras. Yeah, Eric was pissed, but he just smiled that little crooked smile of his, dimples forming deep enough to sleep in, and his laughter filled the late afternoon air like a million butterflies.

But now, he was bending over, scrubbing the dried mud from the tires, taking great care to return them to their silver luster. And we sat there, sipping lemonade and watching the beautiful spectacle in front of us. When he asked for the water hose, a wicked grin crossed Jen's face. Instead of handing it over, he soaked Jared from head to toe. Definitely gave new meaning to the phrase, "tall drink of cool water."

What wasn't cool was when Jared finally got the hose and tried to return the favor, soaking Jen and me in the process. Damn bastard had to try and hide behind my chair, didn't he?

Finally, the car was washed, rinsed, dried and waxed to perfection. Jared's skin practically glowed in the late afternoon rays. His clothes clung to him like a second skin. I was almost sad that it was over. Then he flashed those dimples at me and asked if he could take a shower.

As we walked back into the house, he touched the top of my head and I winced.

"Looks like you got a little red there, Rosey." He was still laughing at his own joke when Jensen said, "maybe you need to wax his bald spot, Jay. I bet we can find some aloe around here somewhere."

I actually let him do it, just so I could feel those strong hands caressing my head. He smelled like soap and sweat and hot sun and it took every ounce of control I had to not throw him down on the floor right then and there.

He headed for the shower. Jen ordered pizza. I sat on the porch watching the sun slide down into the horizon. It wasn't until I heard his voice that I came back to reality.

"So, are we even yet?" he asked, flopping down on the other deck chair. His smile was anything but boyish. "I mean, I did your damn laundry. Washed and waxed your car. And I gave you a nice little head rub," he said, his eyes twinkling. "What more could you want from me?"

Ah, Jay…a very loaded question.

"You could always suck his dick," Jensen said with a grin, leaning in the doorway.

Jared laughed. "Yeah, and what would you do - watch?"

Jen shook his head. "I'd tape it," he said, coming over and settling himself on my lap. "That would make for some interesting late-night viewing pleasure, don't ya think?"

Which is how I ended up butt-naked on my back porch of my rental in the middle of August with Jared Padalecki on his knees in front of me, my cock buried in his mouth as Jensen taped it all on his digital videocam.

Don't bother checking out the 'net for that little piece of video. That one is going in the Rosenbaum Hall of Fame. And, for the record, Jen was right - viewing it is definitely a pleasure.

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