"Brothel?" Charlie had heard that word when he first started soccer. The guys had teased him and throw that word at him. He went home and look it up, but didn't see anything that seemed like a brothel.  Unless that happened at the main house, he rarely went there.<br/><br/>Charlie let his ears sag to the sides and his face contorted into a rather childish pout, accents by the freckles. "Why do you keep moving away? You're gonna flip over the bench." He only wanted to sniff him but he knew what would follow would be the strong urge to nuzzle his face in the mans neck, follow by intense licking. That fact that he was hard again was not surprising.