Brent shamelessly walks into the living room, not attempting to cover himself, and nods at Daniel and Andre waiting there. "I'll be back." He smiles before turning to walk down the hall towards the bedroom. I followed him, not wanting to stand there awkwardly waiting for him to return. He doesn't say anything while looking through the drawers of his dresser. Instead, he pulls out a pair of bright red boxer briefs and slips them on. I lean up against the door frame and watch him as he adjusts the waistband. He looks up slowly at me, "These are my favorite pair." He chuckles, snapping the band with his thumbs and winking at me. "Mine too." I grin. There wasn't a damn thing I could criticize about Brent's body. He fidgets with his n****e ring, "This s**t almost got ripped out. Daniel scratch
