<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/66132603c084e5780378cfa8dc78855c.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Bc0001.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Drake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>University, Fitness Center, Lobby, Gym<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>n/a; making alliance<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>Rebellious sure, but mad no, Travis would describe himself, and Drake could see that as clear as the light of day. The more he was told to relax and offered sex as an option, he had to allow a smirk to spread and gave a bellyful laugh. "Now I know a hundred percent for sure, I'm in a dream. So this is what they meant by lucidity...?"<br/><br/>And a nice erotic dream it was! Certainly he had seen this Travis somewhere on campus or in the streets or on some website before. This Travis Hayes person could even be two men at once. That was the only thing that pulled this weird place together. It was just a reflection of what was going on in his head. Indeed, the world was full of ghouls that would never be a part of his life. This place not only represented where he worked, but seemed to represent his ideal place to work. These were the finest equipment, but dusted, unused. That irked him, and why would it not? It was a major part of him, a metaphor of his unachieved desires, he reasoned. He was also playing Silent Hill recently. What a head trip. He began seeing all the references. He kept his smile, feeling a little high, pretty sure he's figured this out and watched this magnificent beast take the bench. The more Travis reached underneath the bar, the more Drake could see that precumming cock slip out.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><em>Fuck.</em></span>That was an amazing trigger to get him to bite his lower lip. He swallowed.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><em>If he's seducing me, it's a good way to get himself fucked.</em></span>Pretending not to see it, Drake stepped forward and raised the bar. He breathed harder at Travis's breaths rising up his thighs. His blue eyes looked into Travis's green eyes, simply to establish a line of trust. Drake tried not to see it, but even more, the shorts slid further, and the cock was exposed by a full inch, red happy trail ending in shiny pubes.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><em>Why was he doing this? This was going to be the shortest alliance ever.</em></span>His eyes returned to Travis who grunted with each rep.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><em>It's all a test. I see what he's doing.</em></span><br/><br/>He muttered, reaching for the bar back, "Nice try. It's not gonna work. Okay, my turn. Spot me."<br/><br/>Travis and Drake switched positions. Drake took the bench, shuddering at feeling of the dew left behind.<br/><br/>He inched closer to Travis and the bar. He relaxed. It was just a dream. He trusted Travis and looked up into his green eyes.<br/><br/>"I'm ready."