"How about you shut the fuck up and do something more useful with that mouth?" he growled, shoving a hand down into that colorful underwear to take hold of him. Perhaps their last encounter had left Bryan wanting, though he refused to believe that, thinking this just a spur of the moment thing completely dependent on the alcohol rushing through his system. I would not allow himself to even think for a moment that he enjoyed being with another man or that the man above him meant anything more to him than something to ease his need until he found a girl.
The following morning Bryan woke up early, naked and sore but content. He wouldn't allow himself to hang about though. Frederick had saved him from getting used and had gotten his reward, so he felt no need to stick around. De-tangling himself from Frederick without waking him was difficult, so was getting dressed but he managed it. He was about to leave when he spotted a pad of paper next to the half empty bottle of champagne they had shared before they fell asleep, grabbing a pen he only felt it right to leave him a note.
I'm straight. Want proof? I managed to sneak out before you woke and delete the pictures you put on my phone of yourself. Yeah, I'm a bastard. -Bryan
He placed the note on the pillow next to Fred and left, the pictures of himself he had taken on Bryan's phone still intact.