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[GGG]

He hesitated, posterior still directed to Drake, remaining under the emitted water. "Yeah, I probably should" he replied. Kiegen hadn't expected Drake's proposing accompanied exit, and consequentially hadn't sufficiently conjuered a refute to the unfavorable condition. His apprehension propagated as the awkward silence accentuated his current state.



(I'm unable to elaborate to a greater extent presently)

[Starwarrior]

(No problem)


Drake followed his friend into the locker room, which was presently absent save for them at the moment. "Your normally not this quiet" Drake noted as he walked towards his locker. It should also be noted that he'd forgotten to grab a nearby towel, opening the metal locker before grabbing a pair of boxers, and a cotton shirt. "I guess you really need to take that rest" he says as he plants himself on the nearby wooden bench. Unfortunately for Keigan, Drake did not take the liberty to close his legs, allowing his fellow trainee a perfect view of his lower region. "Do you want me to leave alone when we get back to the bunk?" Drake asked in a rare moment of levity.

[GGG]

Thankfully Keigen had immeidately procurred a towel, which he implimented in the compression of his currently.. obstrusive apendage. Although he hadn't prefered exiting the showers prior to its exume, he'd been grateful the quantity of individuals had drastically abated, to render the two alone. "It's nothing, I assure you" he responded in an equally flippant manner. "Honestly I feel odd, that's all. We've all exhibited this unfamilarality" he reassured.
He dismissed the matter in establishing an alternate relevance, remarking on the annocustomed absense of those whom ordinarily consulted the lockers, and faced his locker, hurredly acquring his pants, fastening his throbbing member upward after alactrciously assuming them, and concealing the inflated vicinity with his shirt. Subsequently with viewing his essentially splayed-out friend, viscous fluid protuded from the apex of his bulge, moistening the interior of his shirt.

[Starwarrior]

Drake managed to cover up his lower half as he quickly put on his mesh shorts. Taking the time to fasten the string, tightening it around his waist. He quickly put on his tight fitting t-shirt just before reaching for a pair of shoes. "No matter the case, you'll find a way to recover" he said with all the friendly camaraderie he could muster from his large frame. He slipped his feet into the sneakers before getting back up from the wooden bench. "Want me to wait for you outside?" he asked.

[GGG]

With relay of the inquirie, Kiegen had closed and locked his locker. "It's alright, I've finished here." He advanced to the entry, attempting to bypass the bench( which was opposite aforementioned desitination) and stumbled, bludgening the locker adjacent and richoecheying with a metallic rupture. He fell- unintentionally- directly into Drake, whose equillibrium had been instantly usuruped, and similarly was propelled backward.

(Your decision concerning the properties of the fall..)

[Starwarrior]

Normally, Drake would have been able to catch the falling Kiegan with little effort. It could have been a normal moment, something that the two could reflect on, and joke about the smaller mans lack of cordination. But this wasn't one of those times. Instead, the odd angle in which Kiegan fell managed to knock the much larger man against the hard tile of the bathroom floor. His friend wasn't too soon after, landing on top of him with a audible thud. But that wasn't the part that got his attention. Oh no, it was when Keigan's clothed loins pressed against Drake's own, something wier happened. For just a brife moment, Drake's cock seem to slowly stir. It rose up, but was bounded by the soft cotton fabric of his shorts. Any response that Drake's mind could have though up was muted, almost momentarily shut down by the chain of events, and it's intersting conclusion.

[GGG]

Detecting the immediate distribution of weight, Kiegen stiffened, anticipating the phsyical establishment of impact between his inflammed anatomy and Drakes- only to be flabberghasted by the true immnient transition- that corresponding with the vassilating proportion of their erogenus proximities. He grunted in dismay as he sensed the abrasion of his elongated shaft against Drake's groin, its response entirely spasmodic. Pre-ejactile liquid had been transfered from the saturated portion of Kiegen's shorts, to minutely moisten Drake's member, this communication appearing to inflict an appeasing sensation for Drake, given the reflex his anatomy had executed. Their absolute, stationary silence of bevity permeated the scene.

[Starwarrior]

The scene of having the stain on Kiegan's shorts slowly spread to his own now rapidly hardening cock caused the silence between the two to become even more pronounced. It was until this reached the one minuet mark until Drake gathered enough inner control to break it. "Hey...are you alright?" he asked. Well, it seemed that he had to force out that sentence. He looked into the eyes of his somewhat stunned friend before looking back down to see that the same little stain that had appeard on Keigan's shorts, hand now spread to this own. It seemed that this incidental contact did more then stimulate his cock, it seemed viscious liquid of his very own began to slowly pour forth.

[GGG]

That was Kiegen's sentence- his punishment on behalf of exhibiting such substantial emotion for his best friend- dessipation. As oppose to casually satisfying the inqurie, he clasped Drake and embraced him, applying ample pressure, givnen the lesser physical force he was capable of exerting. He refused to release this overbearing restraint, to relieve Drake of this potent insinuation to the magntiude of what constrained him internally. Face beside Drakes, he announced hoarsely, and through gritted teeth,"No. I," he inhaled deeply,"I haven't been..alright..." He was quavering, entirely vulnerable, nearly crying, however merely regarded Drake's presence.

[Starwarrior]

If the strange, albeit silent actions of Keigan managed to throw Drake's less then acute social sense for a loop. Almost to the point of nearly shutting the poor guy down completely, with the only thing saving him was the scene of Kiegan's body shaking. It was then when his friend looked up, those almost crying eyes meeting the steely blue of his own. At that moment, what ever words Drake went to speak where silenced when his friend, a man who showed him a facade of unbrekable steel seemed on the verge of cracking to pieces.

"Keigan..." Drake spoke softly. "What....?" he had no idea to finish that sentence.