The hair on the back of Oliver’s neck was standing straight on end, and he felt a slight muscle shift as Keith put something in his pocket. For the first time in a very long time, he felt fear. He had no idea who this man was, just that he was dangerous. He needed to get away, or kill him, quickly. He pressed a little closer at the suggestive tone, playing it cool for right now, squeezing Keith’s ass through his pocket. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to get cold...” he drawled, laying the accent on a little thick now.<br/><br/>He pulled away and walked backwards to the car, mainly to play it safe, but making it seem flirtatious, looking at him through his eyelashed and over-swaying his hips with each step. When he got to the back car door, he opened it and slid in, immediately starting to unbutton and wiggle out of his pants.