<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fNuZkrf.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Travis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campus Fitness center lobby, Gym<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>Tried to restrain Drake. Rolled 7 vs 9 Result: reversal<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>"Citric acid, free amino acids, fructose, enzymes, phosphorylcholine, prostaglandin, potassium, and zinc... Erm, that cold shower idea, sounds good. Should work. That should calm things down..."<br/>Travis blinked as he listened to the other man rattle off chemicals or whatever he was going on about. He was much too distracted by the other man eating the cum off his cheek so casually. He took a few deep breaths, he would have loved to give the other man a full mouthful to analyze. He took a deep breath and nodded. He rolled his shoulder as he watched the larger man leave the gym like nothing had happened. Travis cursed under his breath, honestly the nerdy types drove him while and the more Drake seemed to resist the more it made Travis want to just rail him. His cock throbbed at the scene, eager to give the other man more to taste.<br/><br/>Travis followed behind Drake as they went to the shower room, trying to talk himself down the whole way. Just focusing on those beautiful blue eyes looking up at him so trusting. He was sure he could resist, he was not one to turn his back on a teammate. Though by the time he got into the dressing room Drake was already removing his shirt. Travis grunted but did not say anything, his eyes lingering on the other man for a moment before he worked on untying his cleats. He managed to rather quickly get them off along with his jersey before Drake started mumbling to himself.<br/><br/>"What the hell did they inject me with, Valium??"<br/><br/>The soccer player looked up and saw the see-through underwear and grunted. The other’s ass was amazing and that thick cock. Fuck the things he would do to him. The urge became too great as he watched Drake slide his hand over his crotch and play with his nipples. Was he serious? He had to know what he was doing. It didn’t matter anymore; the alliance was all but forgotten thanks to the peep show he was putting on.<br/><br/>Still wearing his soccer socks and his shorts he walked up behind Drake, his hands sliding around his waist as he lips were brought up to his ear. He pulled his shorts down just enough so his own cock would be free as he slid down Drake’s underwear. “I can’t hold back anymore, don't worry I will fuck the cum out of you so quick” he said against his ear, nibbling on the lobe as one of his hands reached around to pinch Drake’s other nipple, assuming it to be a sensitive area.<br/><br/>The hand on Drake’s hips tried to force him forward against the wall but the soaked soaks did not have any traction. Instead Travis just slipped and fell hard onto the ground. His shorts were riding low and his cock was hanging out as he grunted. Water rolled down his back and over his flexing muscles as he was there ass up thanks to his clumsiness. “Hold on,” he said with a gasp. “I can contain myself,” he said, hoping the other would believe him.<br/>