Brendan runs his hands up Lucas' abs.

"No, I definitely want to do something more than looking..."

Brendan's voice trailed off as he reached out, pressing his hand against Lucas' abdomen. He ran his fingers across the man's skin, feeling the dense topography of muscle beneath it that shaped the ridges, fingers teasing down into the trail of hair that descended beyond Lucas' waistband. Brendan breathed out, staring down at the man's compression shorts. He could not resist imagining the more distinct shape of the already lewd bulge beneath them.

"Fuck.... this is gonna be hard..." Brendan laughed, inadvertently taking in a deep lungful of Lucas' musk from his nearby position.

"Oh, will it?" Lucas laughed, blue eyes looking down at Brendan's own gaze, his mouth pulling into a playful grin. "You should seek me out later, then, I'll be happy to make your choice easier for you."

Lucas wrapped his dense arm around Brendan's body, hand tugging lightly on the back of Brendan's hair before releasing his grip. Lucas headed inside.