Greg...sighed as he walked along the roof, pulling his shirt off as he went along. Out of everyone in the house the young man was still the most uncomfortable with this, it wasn't that he didn't think his friends were attractive. No the girls were what any man would die for and the men were every females wet dream...but they were his friends.<br/><br/>This didn't mean that he exactly hated the idea of being intimate with them, he had encounters he just was more reserved than the rest of his group of friends, at the moment anyway. Shaking the dark locks from his eyes he tossed the shirt onto one of the lounging chairs and stretching his lean body with his arms toward the sky. The swim shorts were low on the sharp hips, the lean body wasn’t exactly built like a god like his bud Rodrigo or anything but he was proud of the whip cord like structure of his tall frame.<br/><br/>He never had complaints that was for sure. Speaking of the Latino, Greg paused at the sound of water moving in the quite atmosphere of the roof, sharp eyes darting around as a quite moan broke the air. Turing he found the well build man lounging  in one of the hot tubs in a rather suggestive position making the dark headed man sigh.<br/><br/>“Oh hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought you had gone to get wine or something?” The thick proper voice cut though the silence on the roof as he walked over to squat next to the hot tube, his eyes finally landing on the glass of wine in the others hand making him lift an eyebrow. “Wow that was rather fast.” He muttered, how fast did this maniac drive?