"Yeah, I know, it's just not nice to be picked on because of what you do."

Hunter sat on the seat next to Jack as he closed the door as they began to drive towards the hotel. Pulling out some champagne on ice, he filled two glasses up, passing one to his guest. Offering the man a smile, Hunter pulled out his pack of cigarettes, also offering one to Jack if he wanted one. Lighting up, he sighed and sat back in the comfortable chair.

"Fucking gets on my nerves. But anyway---enough about them. What about you, love? I've booked a hotel for us tonight."

The singer's eyes ghosting over the outfight that Jack was wearing. It accentuated his long legs and Hunter found his eyes drifting over the other man's crotch.