I felt like the situation called for it.
“Jesus, Jensen, what is it you’re smoking again?” Jared grits out, fingers hesitating on his waistband. Jensen looks up with a grin, already stepping out of his suit trousers.
“Never pegged you for a prude, Jay,” he teases in reply, and Jared shoots him a glare, tugging open his button-fly slowly.
“I’m not a fucking prude,” he mutters, dropping his gaze to his hands, “I just don’t want to strip down on camera.”
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