"How about I break your kneecaps?" Frederick exhaled, his excitement matching Bryan's. They both seemed to be quite adept at saying one thing and meaning another one entirely. He bared his neck to Bryan's attentions, humming softly and rubbing up against the other man like a contented cat. "That's okay, stud," he purred, leaning close to Bryan's ear to play with his piercing and nibble on his earlobe. "Maybe if you're a good boy I'll let you do the driving tonight," he finished suggestively. If Bryan needed to feel like the big man in control today, Frederick was more than likely to indulge him.
Ah, the old guessing game. As far as Frederick was concerned, either way Bryan wanted to play it was one for the win column. After all, he could always tease him about it over breakfast because; wasn't that what friends were for?