Jaime actually had to grip the side of the fridge as he felt Dean's tongue against the scarab, humming as he tried not to bite his own tongue. It really didn't help that Khaji never had to wait to be ready for sex again--and was getting impatient.

At that point, Jaime was willing to forgo the microwave as well. He turned around, closing the refrigerator door behind him and effectively breaking contact with Dean. "Eat fast then," he smirked as he handed Dean a couple pieces of cold pizza and took a bite of his own. He took a few steps away, just to discourage any more of that teasing; they should save the groping for bed, right?

//According to my calculations, kitchen counter-top provides sufficient space for coitus// Even if Jaime rolled his eyes at the scarab... Khaji kind of had a point.