"Wear protection!" Mail called as Nate and Chester slipped into the limo and closed the door.

"...Was that...Mihael Keehl?" Chester asked Nate.

"Hm? Oh, yeah," Nate said, as if it were nothing. "Mister Leather pants himself! Well, okay... that's his character, but they do make his butt look nice."

He blushed a little bit.

"Must really be staring a lot to notice." Chester chuckled. "Maybe we should get you a pair."

Nate turned to the other for a moment, his cheeks red, before he grinned. "Sounds good to me. But are you sure? They'll be hell to get back off."

"If they're tight enough, we might not even have to take them off." Chester smirked.

The albino boy snorted rather cutely before he started to giggle, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Probably feel better than the jeans." Chester reached down and ran his hand down Nate's leg slowly.

Nate's giggles stopped and his cheeks lit up even more as he looked at the man, a devious look in his eyes.

Chester pecked Nate's lips before he leaned back.

"...Try not to let the crowd overwhelm you." Chester said softly. "If you really need to leave, just tell me."

"You said we only needed to stay about ten minutes, right?" Nate hummed. "I think I'll be okay."

"You have your inhaler?" Chester asked.

Giving a small noise if annoyance, Nate patted his jeans pocket. "Yes, mom."

"Lemme hold onto it." Chester held out his hand.

Pulling it out of his pocket, Nate handed it over, before he asked, "Why?" as if it were an afterthought.

"So that I can take your breath away." Chester said as he pocketed the inhaler. "And then give it back."

He smiled.

"...Do you want some wine with that cheese?" Nate asked, though he smiled.