"Room, yes. Sex... maybe? If you want... and if you're not too drunk to get it up," Frederick shot back, teasingly trying to build up to being his usual snarky, obnoxious self. But there was something that was so damn sweet to Bryan when he was drunk like this that disarmed him.
Still, he wore a bittersweet grin as he opened the door and let them in the room. It was as nice as he expected, and their complimentary champagne was already chilling on the table. Frederick closed the door and invaded Bryan's personal space, his mouth hovering over the other man's without quite kissing him just to see if he was amenable.