Brendan licks Lucas' hairy blonde pit.

Brendan hesitated only a moment at the question, and even then, he suspected only because he knew that his actions were being recorded and seen around the world. Pushing himself closer into the humid bubble of space surrounding Lucas, he lifted the man's arm up. Veins popped along Lucas' biceps, evidence of recent work that went beyond a simple run. Brendan saw the pale blonde hair growing at the man's armpit, the hairs visibly wet and clinging in uneven clumps. Taking Lucas' words as an open invitation, Brendan dove his nose and tongue against the skin. It smelled and tasted like heavy musk and a deeper stench; there was something feral and dirty in that skin, and Brendan rolled his tongue in it, before pressing his pink lips through the strands of blond hair against the hot skin beyond them. Brendan breathed, felt himself go hard, and held the athlete's arm against his mouth.

Lucas looked on with alert -- and then half-hooded -- eyes smiling. He rubbed his muscle, sweat, and skin again Brendan's mouth a long moment, before laughing, "I think we're going to get along well, Brendan. If you pick me for a date tonight I'll make sure that there's plenty more where that came from." Lucas looked at the sweat staining Brendan's mouth winking, before slowly pulling away.

The bulge in Lulcas' compression shorts looked to be quickly swelling, even as Lucas turned away inside. At the door he took a long moment to look back, as if fighting the urge to turn around and maul Brendan before they even both got inside.