AndyxDean Impala
It wasn't quite as spacious as his van, and it lacked the shag carpeting but as large rough hands grab his shirt all but wrestling it off he soon forgot about it and focusing on how he was pressed against the fogging glass. There wasn't kissing so much as Dean shoving his mouth against his in some, most likely subconscious attempt, to keep him from talking, or speaking. He didn't care about that either as long as more clothes kept being removed at they're frantic for a quickie pace exposing Dean's broader chest, muscle where he was kind of lanky.
"Andy-" Dean huffed against his skin as lips and scruff burned down his torso, this was better than any drug. "Yeah, got it-" Andy murmured grabbing for his pants that, somehow were magical on the floor, a quick feel of pockets he found the lube Dean asked him to bring.
A calloused palm had him turn, should've done this in the van Andy thought as one knee rubbed on the sweaty leather seats, the other on the floor. He tightened his grip on the door arm rest and released an unexpected moan as Dean quickly opened him up with slicked fingers. "Hey, slow down man," Andy panted as Dean removed his fingers, he could barely hear the sound of more liquid being squeezed out over his labored breath. There was a hand on his back rubbing soothing circles, he could feel Dean's cock pressing against his entrance. He quickly swiped his forehead against the cold glass before giving Dean the nod to go ahead.