<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, Gym, Men's Lockers, Shower<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>n/a; making alliance<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>That drop of precum raining on Drake's cheek nearly did it.<br/>It was a full droplet of sugar and protein, still clinging to his skin.<br/>Being a professor of nutrition, he had an urge to list what was in it.<br/><br/>Through a spell of eye-gazing, Drake could see how much Travis wanted to take advantage of it, and in return Travis could see how much Drake wanted him to. That cock, inches away, and Drake fantasized about leaning in for a little suck, just one harmless taste. That visual alone made his white underwear stain a wet shade of plenty precum of his own. Then it disturbed him, how easily distracted he was and there was the general rule you could not fantasize in a dream. If he could desire something so badly but refrain from doing it, then he was not in a dream. Back to the drawing boards. Still had to be that drugged-up pheromone sex cult theory. He had to finish his reps in a hurry, or else either man was going to lose their patience. They needed to be smart. Not reckless.<br/><br/>Once Drake finished and passed on the bar, arms tingly and numb, Travis reset it and spoke. “Damn, it is hard to resist you. I have an offer for you. We could either get each other off to calm down, so I can think about something other than sinking my cock into you or we can take a cool shower to get our minds off of this."<br/><br/>Drake rose from the bench, wiping the droplet of cum off his cheek. It glistened on his finger. He brought the droplet of cum to his curious tongue and sucked his finger wet and clean. He let the taste settle in his mouth and swallowed. "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..." He flushed hotly, almost indulging the magnetism to Travis. That would just ruin the whole point to their celibate trust exercise. He would not easily waste that. Travis of course wanted to violate his only rule, that was not what surprised Drake. What surprised him was he wanted the same. But they can't. They knew that. With an awkward smile Drake turned for the locker room, brooding on his way out of the gym.<br/><br/>Back in that narrow hallway, back in the men's lockers where he first started, Drake paced again. He really needed that cold shower. Fuck. Adjusting the dial a bit, freezing water gushed down a sobering cascade. Then he stripped off this dumb frustrating white dress shirt in his way, tossing it aside on a bench. Trash. He almost tugged the underwear beneath his hips until he remembered himself. He did not quite trust Travis yet. He would leave it on. Stepping into the loud cold waterfall, he gasped and hugged himself while his white underwear got soaked, clinging to his ass cheeks and chubby cock. Fuck, you could see it all. Like he still was wearing nothing. His cock grew instead of shrank. "What the hell did they inject me with, Valium??"<br/><br/>Drake's face let the water crash down upon him as he tried to relax, to forget everything and even Travis, and feel safe here and now.<br/><br/>And for a moment, he had.<br/><br/>With Drake's left hand cradling his crotch, squeezing it out as if that helped, the right hand crossed over his chest and rubbed out his own nipple, out of habit without his realizing. Just calm down, he thought as a mantra. Calm down, calm down, calm down. Relax. Trust Travis.<br/><br/>The cold shower will work out. It will wear off...