"Pursuit and seduction are the essence of sexuality. It's part of the sizzle." - Camille Paglia
"Hello?" Haley yawned, rubbing at the creases of her eyes. The deep voice on the other side had her perking up in surprise, and a rumble of relief in her tone.
"Haley, can you track my location?"
"Yes, sir. Why are you in trouble, should I call Greg?" Already she was reaching for her other phone, thumbing through the numbers.
"No, I need it so you can tell me of any restaurants in my area."
For an instance she was calmed by his apparent safety, but new questions began to surface. With a mask of neutrality, she continued on, "Any preferences?"
"Italian."
"Alright, are you eating alone?" She tried to keep the contempt out of her voice, but the sigh he responded with showed that she failed the attempt.
"Haley, we talked about this."
"No, it's fine. I'm just trying to do my job." She gave a silly laugh. "Like I'm supposed to do."
Eric grunted, face becoming distraught. The switch in his good mood worried Kyle, and so he placed a hand on the brunette's arm.
Sparing him a glance, Eric smiled in a way he hoped would ease any concerns he had. It didn't work so well, Kyle frowned even harder.
"Haley, I promise we'll talk when I get back. But can you set up a reservation, please?"
He was met with silence for a whole minute until she finally responded, "You should be getting the directions any moment, the driver will be sent soon to your location. If that is everything, goodnight Mr. Cartman."
She didn't wait for him to reply, immediately hanging up.
"Trouble in paradise?" Kyle laughed, awkward and high pitched. "A-am I the other man? Haha..."
"My assistant, Haley, is causing quite the stir." Eric grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket.
"The blonde from the hotel?"
"The very same." Eric sighed, fishing for the silver flask in his jacket. With a flick of his wrist, the cap was undone and soon he was gulping down half the bottle.
"Woah, what are you doing?!" Kyle gasped, latching onto the arm containing the flask. "I know you're big, but hold on!"
Breathless as he removed the metal container from his lips, a tad warm from his immense body heat, Eric messily screwed the lid back on before putting it in his jacket pocket.
"What?" he croaked, the negative feelings he once felt were muted. If only for the rest of the evening, as soon as they finished their date, he'd be sure to drink the rest of the alcohol.
Kyle was glaring at him now, expression filled with such concern that inwardly Eric flinched.
"Are you seriously asking me that, Eric? You just downed a bunch of alcohol after some mysterious phone conversation. How am I supposed to react to that?"
He paused, considering the best response to ease Kyle's ruffled feathers.
"By swooning at the fact that I may be some James Bond."
"What the actual fuck are you talking about?"
Eric broke out in a smile, shoving his hands into his pant's pockets as he lightly paced around the street sidewalk. The light that was being reflected off of the moon turned his hair into an almost ashen shade.
"Think about it, James Bond drinks a lot. He is well dressed, even though he always wrecks some fancy suit or dress shirt with blood. And let me tell you, blood is not easy to get out of clothes! Not to mention he's incredibly good looking and mysterious, just like myself. And finally, he radiates sex appeal."
The red haired man that was a couple of feet away from him rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms as he sniffed rather loudly.
"You may be all of those things, but besides that last one."
"The sex appeal?"
Kyle nodded with a wary smirk, careful when Eric moved in closer to him. He kept his stance guarded and aloof when the man in question stepped into his personal space, forcing him to toss his head back to actually look into his eyes.
He shivered as the fingers that suddenly pressed themselves against his hip bones, moved him back a step or two. From this position the wind was blocked from spearing his skin, and paired together with the heat that oozed off of Eric, Kyle reluctantly followed that warmth.
"Are you sure?" Eric mumbled, leaning down so his lips barely brushed against his date's. Those fingers on Kyle's hip turned into a hand, and immediately it curled and drew his body flushed to its owner.
"Absolutely..." Came the forced response, even if he hummed with excitement and lust. Quickly he found himself in a teasing kiss, with the crease of Eric's irritating smirk biting his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth.
Giving a large shiver, Kyle burrowed his hands into the fabric of the brunette's shirt, wrinkling it as he hung for dear life. As if they didn't notice the weather, warm fingers found themselves under the beginning of his shirt, smoothing the skin of his stomach.
But as soon as it started, Eric peeled himself away from the trembling man. Kyle frowned, thoroughly pissed off and aching for the missing touch, when a sleek vehicle turned onto the silent street.
It rolled to a stop in front of them, and before Kyle could process what was going on, Eric was holding the door open for him. He stood there like an idiot for a second, confused and still strangely angry and lustful when he climbed into the comfort of heated leather. He dumbly sat on a seat, clicking a seat belt over him when Eric's hand was on his thigh, slowly inching its way closer to his groin.
He bit back a moan, fearfully glancing to the driver. He seemed not to notice, gaze focused on the stretch of road as he steadily drove, but his presence still had Kyle's nerves screeching.
"Stop" he hissed, swatting at that coy hand.
But it moved closer, for a brief second an inch away from the place that Kyle half craved it to be, when it was taken back. He glared at Eric from the corner of his eye, but the other man wouldn't look at him, fixated by the landscape and buildings that were dashed away in the moonlight.
Left to his own devices, Kyle stewed in his thoughts and his reason. But most importantly, he pondered over what he hoped to get out of this relationship the rest of the car ride, with only damned silence to tease him further.