<strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>In the Lounge<br/>With: Brad, Ben, Lexa, Sarah, Dannie, Mark and anyone else</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>Aaron happened to glance over towards the red head just as the woman's eyes locked onto his. Normally he might have glanced away, feeling rude, but the look in her eyes... it was as if that was the real fun for her. It was hypnotic, and as long as she gazed at him, as if asking him if that's what he'd like, he couldn't pull away. He found his heart beating faster, his breathing deeper, and if it couldn't be noticed before, his erection was obvious now. It grew along the inner thigh of his pants, confined by slacks and boxers, but straining and fighting to burst forth as best as it could.<br/><br/>When the red head closed her eyes it was as if the spell was broken. He let out a sigh, looking towards the ground.<br/><br/>"<strong>Intimidating</strong>." Dannie said. Aaron blinked a moment, then recalled their conversation. "Yes, that's definitely one word for the mood here. I'd think...intense would be another one." He licked his lips, trying to think of how to move the conversation into uncomfortable territory when Dannie pushed it just where he was trying to avoid.<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't think you're capable of just sitting here and watching, Aaron. You'd be lying to yourself.</strong>" What was she trying to say? Was she calling him a liar? A hypocrite? Or was she trying to be subtle in her own interest?<br/><br/>He twisted the cap of his flask off and took another swig.<br/><br/>"Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested," he spoke, leaning against the counter. His eyes briefly glanced back at the red head, her expressions and moans making it sound as if that cock in her mouth really was made of chocolate, before looking back at Dannie. "But my body has betrayed me. Even so, well, I don't exactly know what I should do." As he glanced at Dannie he found his eyes examining her body, mentally undressing her, imagining her lips slipping onto his own member, caressing it slowly as those wonderful eyes looked up at him...<br/><br/>He shook his head. Shit. Dammit. Was that the alcohol or his erection talking?<br/><br/>"Maybe I should just go home..." he mumbled.