Kieth smiled sheepishly. He loved the feeling of the hand in his pocket. "Not really. Everything looks fine. Its like my car decided to fuck it." now the older man wanted to play. "its getting cold. Until my car gets going again, would you like to warm up in the back seat?" he slipped the syringe into his pocket.<br/><br/>The tone he used was low and suggestive. He smirked, knowing that even though this was a sketchy situation that the two had mutual lust. He was very eager at the moment, and the tent pitching in his pants was proof.