Heat.

You stick your hand down you pants and fondle your nuts. The top of your dick is just visible to him, if he's looking.

"Yo, bro. I've been meaning to ask you something."

"Yeah."

"Look, I know you can't help the fact your hung like a goddamn elephant, but I've been wondering if you could, you know, make an effort to keep it put away when I'm around. Like, wear some fucking boxers or something, you know?"

"I didn't realize I was bothering you. So sorry, man."

Rejected.

"Look bro, it's no big deal. I just don't want Layce to see what you're packing and thinking I'm some teenie weenie nerd or some shit, you know? Everyone's not so blessed as you."

Layce is his fucking girlfriend.

"No, yeah. I got it. No worries, man."

Time to abort mission.