S14E01
Eric licked his dry lips, eyes focused solely on the beauty before him. It twisted like a snake, swaying its hips back and forth. "W-what the fuck is this?" He asked slowly, praying his voice didn't crack, and show just how confused he was.
"A lap dance?" The person offered with a voice low and sultry. A smirk was settled upon perfect lips, as the lithe body swayed closer and closer to Eric.
"Kahl, that's not what I meant." Eric licked his lips once more, trying to keep his eyes focused on the red heads face.
"Remember back in fourth grade? When I was accused of being a sex addict?" Kyle crawled onto Eric's lap, lowering his hips to the larger boys. He ground against him softly, before continuing an explanation. "In the end we thought it was bogus..."
Eric's hands wrapped around the scrawny Jew's waist. His intent was to push Kyle off, but he only pulled him closer. "What about it?"
"Well, turns out it wasn't bogus." Kyle nibbled along Eric's jaw line.
"So you're a sex fiend." Eric dead panned, tilting his head back. One hand slide around Kyle's back, stroking him slowly, like one does to a cat.
"The correct term is nymphomaniac."