Brad fell quiet as Peter spoke, listening intently. It wasn't as engaging as Rusty's story, but it was still absorbing. Maybe because it was real, because there was more behind it than what was being spoken. When Peter told it, the way his voice changed and his eyes clouded over, Brad almost felt like he was living in that moment. It was obvious that Peter had liked the experience, which all but confirmed Brad's notion of the guy's sexuality. Poor Rusty was outnumbered tonight.
"That was way better than your story, Rusty," Brad said with a smirk, hoisting himself off the couch to go grab a beer from the fridge. The shots hadn't taken effect yet, but he could feel himself warming up. "I think I see a little wood startin' to sprout in your shorts," he teased, pointing to his housemate with an accusatory finger. "You want a beer or something?"