Bryan was in completely uncharted territory. He had never so much as imagined himself kissing another man, getting aroused by another man, though he would point out that was likely because of the race down the highway and not because he found the man next to him attractive in any sense. He wasn't sure what had come over him that had inspired himself to kiss Frederick, it just seemed the right thing to do in that situation. It wasn't anything like he was used to either; girl's lips were soft and they seemed so willing to surrender under the right pressure where as Frederick's lips, though likely soft for a man, were hard and unyielding. It was different, but not exactly off putting.
What brought him back to reality with the feeling of that hand working at his buttons. He was absolutely aching and straining to be let out of his now painfully tight jeans, but his mind was unable to cope with the idea that this was indeed a man doing this to him and he wasn't supposed to be attracted to men, even if he didn't look so much like a man than like a comic book character. Shifting a little in his seat he brought a hand down to his shoulder the other grabbing the wrist that was working at his pants. He already hated himself from stopping that hand as he was sure the other man was skilled and would have relieved him of the need that was filling him.
He pushed Frederick back and shut his eyes as he ran his hands over his face. "Fucking shit, what am I doing?" he muttered to himself, trying not to think about how wonderful it would be to let Frederick deal with the growing problem in his jeans. "I'm straight." he finally said, "I just... what the hell am I doing?"