"I told you this was the Men's Den. Any man who sleeps here doesn’t wear any clothes." Trevor grabbed Joel's knee, ready to pull off his pajama bottoms.
Clutching Trevor's dog tag, Joel closed his eyes, scrutinizing whether to resist or allow him to disclose his intentions. "I didn't know that was a prerequisite to get a good night’s sleep."
“A good night’s sleep comes only with you exhausting all that testosterone built up inside you. Now, either you take them off…or I will.”
“It might be more fun if you did.”
“Have it your way. When will men like you learn not to mess with me?” Trevor lifted Joel’s knees with his hands, sliding his pants off to the floor, while Joel still grasped his dog tag. Trevor shoved Joel’s legs toward his chest and plunged his hips between Joel’s knees.
Breathing heavily, he summoned an instant response. “Do you think you'll like what comes next?”
Joel opened his eyes in narrow slits. “Just what might that be?”
Trevor snickered. “Don’t you have any idea?”
“Hmm. I only hear your heavy breathing.”
“What does that mean to you?”
“Ah, it means I’m getting turned on by your hairy chest.”