Hinder and Deneuve

"So...tomorrow night?" Deneuve grinned faintly, leaning forwards slightly.

Hinder grinned. "Alright," he replied and winked. "I'll make sure I'm free."

"Great!" Deneuve grinned and glanced up at the pretty waitress who stopped at their table to ask for their orders and what they would like to drink.

Glancing to Hinder, he smiled gently.

"You first."

Hinder smiled and looked up at the woman. "I'll have a glass of red wine," he said to her and smiled at her. The woman smiled, slowly looking him over as she wrote down what he wanted. He ordered a chicken club sandwich with fries on the side and a small salad.

Deneuve blinked and then laughed as he looked up at the waitress.

"A root beer, please." He told her with a bright smile.

"And the buffalo tenders with the poutine." He grinned happily.

The waitress nodded and headed off to bring them their drinks first.

Deneuve leaned forwards and smiled charmingly towards Hinder.

"The food here is great." He smiled happily.

Hinder smiled. "I'll take your word for it," he replied. "Since I've never eaten here before."

Deneuve smiled happily and watched him quietly for a few moment before he reached forwards to brush a loose strand of hair from his face.

Hinder looked up at him and smiled, a soft flush on his cheeks. "So, how often do you come to this place?" he asked.

"Three times a week?" Deneuve pondered thoughtfully.

"The rest of the week I order pizza. I love pizza..."

Hinder stared at him, leaning back slightly when the waitress brought them their drinks. He smiled and sipped his wine, slipping one of his feet out of his shoe and gently rubbing his foot against the man's calf. "So, pizza and ice cream, huh?" he asked. "I'm amazed you're not as big as a house."

Deneuve blinked in some confusion as he sipped at his own drink.

"Eh? What you mean?"

"You must eat a lot of pizza and ice cream, right?" Hinder asked. "They're not exactly the healthiest foods around." He slipped his foot slowly higher on the man's leg.

Deneuve blinked and then flushed faintly at the feeling of the other's foot. Then, he grinned.

"I work a lot."

Hinder smiled. "That's a good thing," he replied, now rubbing the man's thigh with his foot. He smiled. "And I've had first hand experience with the result of your work," he said with a wink at him.

Deneuve flushed and bit back a moan as he drank some more of his root beer.

"W- well, I'm glad. It took me awhile...when I was out of comission, it wasn't like this."

Hinder smiled and nodded, rubbing further up on the inside of Deneuve's thigh with his foot, closer to the man's groin. "Let's hope it doesn't happen again, hm?" he asked and casually sipped his wine.

Deneuve flushed again, though mostly out of embarrassment.

"Ah...yeah..." He murmured faintly.

Hinder smiled at him and looked up as the waitress brought their orders, by this time, Hinder's foot was pressed against Deneuve's groin and he was still rubbing him.

It was amazing how Deneuve was mostly able to keep himself under control. Swallowing, he grinned at the other as he started to eat, though nearly choked all the same.

Hinder smiled at him, starting to eat and he gently continued to rub Deneuve's groin with his foot, gradually increasing the pressure.

Deneuve twitched faintly and coughed - he had been taking another sip of his soda.

"A- ah..."

Hinder watched him. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, rubbing Deneuve's groin harder and enjoying the way it hardened under his foot.

"Y- yeah! I- I'm fine...j- just can't breathe..." Deneuve chuckled awkwardly before grinning.