Frederick was grateful that Bryan turned his face and stepped away from him after his less than inviting declaration. That way he couldn't see the fierce blush and shocked expression that twisted his face at the thoughtless hurtful words. His pupil-less eyes may not have shown much, but there was the telltale tension of the eyelids and the inverted V of his eyebrows to reveal how much they had stung. Of course, him being Frederick, he immediately schooled his features into a dismissive scowl as he loudly protested, "I most certainly do not..." Reek, he never finished saying. By then, Bryan had figured out it was his own breath that stank like something had crawled in his mouth and died. Frederick had certainly noticed the smell around the same time Bryan did, but his reaction would have been to fish in his pockets and feed the boy a mint.
"Uh, I dunno... used engine oil? Sewage? Sheesh..."
Frederick really wanted to punch his friend right now. He watched him go towards the bed, stripping, instead. With a resigned sigh, he began disrobing himself, dropping his clothes on a nearby chair until he was down to his undies, which were a lot more colorful, yet a lot less fun than what Bryan was wearing.
Still, he fell back on plan A. He popped a mint into his mouth and brought one over to the bed. Frederick had to crack a smile when he got close enough to read the message on Bryan's boxers. It was short lived.
He crawled on top of Bryan like a lazy, graceful, slightly sullen cat. "Open up. Don't swallow," he said, holding himself up on knees and one arm as he did his very best to feed the other man that mint.