"I wasn't gonna kill him," Frederick said, averting his eyes in case it wasn't obvious enough he was lying. "Much," he added, then snorted softly and turned his face to kiss Bryan's shoulder. "It's New York freaking City, man. There's all kinds of predators out there. Don't matter much if you're a boy or a girl." He smirked for a beat or two before adding, "And you do have pretty lips. It's the Deliverance reflex."
"But seriously," he went on, his hand roaming warm skin. "I don't let my friends be bullied by assholes. Much less get raped. That's no fucking joke." He shrugged, putting a period to his current rationalization. If he started entertaining the memory of how that big brute had been literally dragging poor Bryan away to do who knew what to him, he was just going to get pissy all over again, so he tried to distract himself with whatever was at hand. In this case, that was the half naked pretty boy in his bed.
"Dude, you should so totally just come back with me to the Brotherhood. Don't tell me you're not bored to tears at the Haven," he rambled in a soft purr as his hands grew bolder on his friend. His touch was more friendly and soothing than meant to titillate, however. It was skin. It was there. It begged to be touched. It much less groping or fondling and a lot more puppy pile-ish.