Dean was probably right about Jaime warming up to exhibitionism, because seeing how he stares at his crotch seems to make him feel more needy. He wet his lips, attempting a nonchalant smirk as he looks down at himself.

"Maybe I don't need to," a hand travels down, fingertips grazing over his clothed length. "Maybe I decided you're taking too long, and I can take care of this myself," he glances back up, head still tilted down so he's looking at Dean through his lashes. Plenty turned on, but staying playful, he kind of wants Dean to know how frustrating it is having someone be so damn seductive at him.

Hopefully, Jaime can manage the sexy act while.