Frederick rolled his eyes at the impertinent youth beneath him. "Come on, come on, Halitosis Lad," he ground out impatiently, not content until he was able to pop that much needed mint inside the other's mouth. That done, he leaned down and bit Bryan's shoulder hard enough to hurt to signal his annoyance. "A wise man said, shut the fuck up!" he growled, then letting himself topple over onto his side next to Bryan, leaving an arm draped across the other's chest while he grumbled about ignorant farmboys and the rudeness of criticizing someone's pubes. "And don't you ever fucking scare me like that!" he chided, setting his chin on the same shoulder he'd just bitten.
Hardly in the mood to start anything now, he figured he'd at least get a good cuddle in before sleep. After all, he knew himself very well. He'd wake up in an hour or two, randy as a tomcat, and he was more than willing to bet Bryan would be in a similar mood once he felt hands on him while muzzy with sleep. The boy seemed to have a perma-hardon in his sleep anyway, so there'd be no mixed signals to worry about.