Harry bit back a whine and glared at Eric before reaching up to take his hand and letting him pull him out of bed. He was flushed and he could feel his pulse pounding just under the spot Eric had kissed. He took several deep breaths before heading into the living room. There was a map of Chicago spread out on the kitchen table, and he picked up the two empty rum bottles and a crystal that had been tied to a string and carried them to the table also.
"This one's really not all that impressive," he warned Eric as he set the bottles down on the table. He spent a few more moments breathing deep and trying to clear out the haze of lust that seemed to be automatic around Eric. Then he rubbed his hands together and picked up one bottle. He touched his lips to the rim, as if he was going to drink from it. Then he set it down and did the same to the other bottle. Setting that one down, he closed his eyes and held the crystal above the map. He closed his eyes and concentrated, channeling a small thread of power from his lips through the crystal. The crystal swung in circles of the map until it tightened onto the warehouse district. A few moments later and it clattered to the table as if it had been pulled there. Harry opened his eyes and grabbed a pen to mark the map where it had landed. "And that's where we start."