If Bryan had been surprised at Frederick getting so close to him he did not show it. Even if he hadn't been drunk he would have expected it from the other man as he always seemed to want to touch and be close to others. Initially it put him off, not being used to having a man he barely knew being so physically affectionate with him, but the more he got used to it the less it seemed to bother him. He didn't seem bothered at all with Frederick going in for what Bryan assumed would be a kiss because he had made the mistake of talking about sex. But when the kiss didn't come it gave him a chance to smell the breath passing between them, it was utterly rank and caused him to turn his head away. "Holy shit man, you reek."
Moving away a little he paused to hold a hand up to his mouth and exhale, trying to smell his own breath, just to be sure. "Fuck, it's me." he made a face and stuck his tongue out, then he pulled it back in he made a smacking sound with his lips. "What the hell have I been drinking? Shit." he was still frowning but he didn't seem all that eager to do something about his horrendous breath. In fact, as soon as the words had left his mouth he seemed to forget about it and look about the room for the piece of furniture he felt in desperate need of in that moment.
When he finally set his intoxicated eyes on the bed he smiled to himself and began pulling his shirt off while he moved toward it. With his shirt now in his hands he tossed it to the floor and kicked off his ratty Converse, hoping they would land next to his shirt, but they flew off in different directions. He wasn't bothered all that much, especially when he threw himself on the bed and groaned in pleasure at the coolness of the duvet against his chest. "That's fucking brilliant." he mumbled then fiddled with his belt and the fastenings of his jeans, eventually he got them undone and kicked them off, leaving him in just his boxers.