white-collar — francis. & kashton. [blitz]

He'd spent half the night hunting down the man. Of course, he was slick about it, leaning on columns lazily observing the party while a focused gaze looked for that particular mixture of ease and sex.

However, when the time finally came Kashton was already two glasses into the party and had given up his search in exchange for some hot gossip about some of the candidates.

When his name oozed out of the man's lips he thought he was going to faint right there on the marble floor. Francis moved like water, grabbing a flute of bubbles and handing it over to him, honey sweet voice spilling compliments.

Kashton's cheeks flushed and a low chuckle emitted from his throat that sounded more like a car backfiring than an actual laugh.

"Let me show you how grateful I am." At that all the blood rushed out of Kashton's head. He couldn't believe he was here with Francis McCoy.

"Not the best," Kashton hiccuped, trying to regain his composure but failing horrendously. "But still quite a party."

He took a sip from his glass, bequeathed by Francis.

"It was my honor to talk about you Mr. McCoy. It's so easy," he smiled, his ears red and his eyes drinking in the man's face like a tribute dying of thirst. "All of it true."

Stray chatter? Word of mouth? Kashton knew all about everyone in the district. Every hook up, every sly kiss in the corner of a party, every single dirty word that was heard in the district eventually made it's what to Kashton's brunch table.

The young man was never very curious about anything information was always coming in and it was getting to the point that some tid bits that would have been unbearably juicy a few years ago and thrown at as old hat.

Oh boy what's her face is pregnant again and it isn't her husband's again. How trite.

Instead, the young man took a large gulp of his drink and turned his eyes on the candidate beside him.

"I am curious about one thing. I haven't heard a lot about it and am dying to hear the truth." Nerves shot through his hands, his fingers trembling against his glass. His ears grew warm and he prayed to Ripred Francis didn't see it.

"You."

Ripred, he hoped it was a smooth as he thought it was.

Francis' soft chuckle hit Kashton right in the chest. He watched the man's lip pull into a small smile, exposing straight white teeth. He as so graceful, everything he did he did with ease.

And Kashton knew exactly what he wanted Francis McCoy to do.

"You're not old," Kashton chuckled, his goofy laugh swallowing most of the words. He cheeks flushed pink as he got closer and closer to his goal. "You're experienced."

Oh man, Kashton wanted to pull every single little secret out of him.

The young man's eyes darted around the room, checking the small groups of people standing near them. His voice tended to raise when he was drunk, his mental volume control all out of wack. The last thing he wanted to do was to yell at Francis his attraction.

"Well, first question: Are you single, Mr. McCoy?" He grinned, hardly hiding his giddiness. Be cool, Kashton. Be cool.