General RP Damnit, He’s Hot! (Firestarter)

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin grumbles, "Fine, fine." He pulls away slightly, peering around.

 

[Firestarter]

Derek blows out a heavy breath and leads Kalin towards their table, pulling out Kalin's chair for him to sit before taking his own seat next to him, "Oh, I had the chefs put the Mac and Cheese you love on the menu so you can at least have something delicious to eat while you are here.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin rolls his eyes, "Thanks, babe." He grins, plopping down into his seat. He fidgets with the tablecloth, peering around.

 

[Firestarter]

"You're welcome, baby." Derek tries to smile before looking around the room, spotting one of the sleezy old bastards. "Fuuuuuuck!" He grunts, wishing he could escape the old pricks.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

(Sleepy or sleezy?)

Kalin huffs, "Calm down. Go do your thing and I'll do mine by sitting her and looking pretty like a good boy." He leans into Derek, "I'm sure you have people you need to talk to that are far away from the creeps."

 

[Firestarter]

"I wish that were true my love, but those are the people I have to talk to..." Derek groans, slowly standing from his chair and walking towards them older man, "Ah, Mr. Carlonson it's great to see you again...."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin laughs softly and follows Derek, holding onto his arm. He smiles ever so slightly, quiet.

 

[Firestarter]

As they approach Mr. Carlson, the old man's eyes instantly lock on to Kalin and a creepy, perverted smile spreads across his face. "Well, well, well Mr. Gatemen, should I be getting ready to talk about the company with you or thanking you for bringing me tasty redhead?" the old man said as he tried to reach out to touch Kalin's hair.

Derek instantly pulled Kalin closer and low rumbling growl came from his chest, "No...he is my boyfriend, Kalin Rorena, and I would appreciate you keeping your hands to yourself, Mr. Carlson..."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin squeaks, his face flushing and he tusk himself closer and slightly behind Derek. He looks at the older man, "Hi. . ."

 

[Firestarter]

Mr. Carlson chuckles and rubs a hand over his bald head as if he were running his fingers through his nonexistent hair, "Hello there, you sexy little thing."

"Mr. Carlson....I have already told you this is my boyfriend. I need you to show him respect." Derek says sharply, trying his best to keep his cool.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. How about you send the little sex pot back to your table or something that way I can focus then."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin's lips parted and he scowls, the flush of embarrassment turning one of anger, "Excuse me?!" His fingers curl, nails digging into Derek's arm as he tries to restrain himself.

 

[Firestarter]

Derek glares at Mr. Carlson while placing a hand over Kalin's, "I shouldn't have to leave Kalin on his own, but I think that I might do something I will regret later if I don.t" He turns to face Kalin and gives him an apologetic frown, "Would you mind going over to the table and waiting there for me? I will only be a few minutes, my love."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin hesitates and then nods, "Yeah. . ." He cups the back of Derek's neck, kissing his cheek, "I love you. . ." He murmurs, pulling away. He moves back towards the table, sitting down slowly.

He pulls his phone out,quiet.

 

[Firestarter]

While Derek and Mr. Carlson continue their conversation about the company, yet another older man walks over to Kalin and sits down next to him. This time, the older man was truly a silver fox with thick, soft grey hair that was almost the same length as Derek's with a smaller build than Derek as well, "Well hello there. I hope you don't mind me taking this seat for a while, I just couldn't resist a cute little kitten such as yourself. My names Roger, and you are?"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin shifts away, "I--" He looks back over at Derek and then at the man beside him, "Um. . . Kalin. . ."

 

[Firestarter]

"Kalin, what a perfect name. So tell me, kitten, why are you all alone? Don't tell me your date is a fucking loser who can't see you belong on the arm of someone great." Roger smiles, looking oddly similar to Derek.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin stares at him, and then makes a face, turning away. "No, he's not." He murmurs, picking at his nails anxiously. "And, please, don't call me Kitten."

 

[Firestarter]

Roger laughs and leans closer to Kalin, the smell of his cologne being similar to the one Derek always wears for him, "Aww come on little one, I just want to talk a little bit. I didn't mean any harm"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin covers his mouth and nose. "Please, just. . . Kalin." He whispers, shaking his head.

 

[Firestarter]

"Alright, alright. Tell me, Kalin," Roger says in a smooth, deep voice, "Will you tell me who your date is so I can tell them how stupid they are for leaving you alone?"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin looks at Derek, silent. He lifts a glass off a passing tray and takes a sip.

 

[Firestarter]

Roger follows Kalin's gaze and begins to chuckle.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin sighs, closing his eyes. He really hated these things.

 

[Firestarter]

"Come on now, why the long face? From where you are looking I can tell that you must be with that dumb fucker who is speaking with pervy old Carlson." Roger smiles, leaning back in his chair while resting a hand on his thigh, looking as if he is inviting Kalin to sit on his lap.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin's jaw tightens and he stares at Derek's back.

 

[Firestarter]

"I could tell you some stories about that boy. You probably wouldn't see him the same after that, but maybe that's a good thing." Roger takes a sip of his drink, it being the exact same thing Derek always drinks, "A gorgeous young thing like you deserves someone who can spend every minute of every day with you, not leave you alone while they go to work like a shnook."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin's grip around his glass tightens, his lips pressing together tightly. He downs his glass, tipping his head back.

 

[Firestarter]

Roger glances at Kalin, smirking just like Derek before taking another drink. "That boy used to look up to me."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Kalin sighs softly, "I didn't ask you." He snaps.

 

[Firestarter]

Roger begins to laugh, a deep full hearted laugh and runs his fingers through his hair, "I know you didn't i was just making conversation is all."

"Roger....What the fuck are you doing here?" Derek says, glaring at the older gentleman while holding an almost Mafia Don stance.