Title: Groin Buddies
Author: Eliyah
Fandom: Troy RPS
Pairing: Brad/Eric
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Eric gets an eyeful.
Disclaimer: Although I have never met him, I am sure Eric's way to butch to do a proper warm-up before he exercises. Other grossly false lies herein also.



Eric dreamt he was Brad's undies.

Eric was a pair of black lycra bloomers and he lived in Brad's laundry basket.

Brad got up at six in the morning and had a shower. Then Brad put Eric on. Brad got Eric all hot and moist because Brad had just come out of the shower. Eric started to smell like Brad's soap.

Eric's left leg hole elastic was a bit tight. Eric bit into Brad's crotch. Brad gave Eric a
tug and smoothed his hand over Eric. Eric became a bit stretched out in the front.

Eric cleaved into Brad's buttocks as Brad walked, Brad flexed into Eric rhythmically as he jogged.

Brad wore Eric into the gymnasium where their coach was waiting.

"Where's Eric?" the sword-master asked. "He's never late."

"Car trouble?" Brad speculated kindly, scratching Eric on the back. "I'll just get changed first, that'll give him a bit more time."

Brad and Eric went into the change room. Brad took off his baggy jeans and put on a pair of soft workout tracksuit pants. Then Brad remembered and with a laugh patted Eric on the front.

"Almost forgot these," Brad strapped a groin guard over Eric. "That Eric, knees like a girl when he's about to be beat."

Eric retaliated by catching one of Brad's pubic hairs in his elastic. Eric tugged hard and Brad grimaced.

"That itches," Brad said to himself, giving Eric a firm scratch.

When Brad and Eric walked out onto the gym mat, Eric was there.

Eric was covering Brad's butt, that's true. But at the same time, Eric was also on the other side of the gym mat, doing calf stretches.

There was hole on the hip of Brad's old workout pants, so Eric peeked out at Eric through it.

What Eric thought, as he looked on his human counterpart, was how big Eric was. Eric assessed himself critically. Eric didn't look very well. Eric was tall and bulked up with muscle, Eric looked strong and mean.

But Eric was also a bit tired about the eyes and there's a bit of a shake in his body. Eric stretched to reach his toes and put his head between his knees.

Eric felt Brad stretch too, but this movement was concentrated in the most intimate bump and crevice of Brad's nether region.

Brad's cock, which Eric had spent the morning snuggled up against, was nice. It was plump and heavy, attached to a set of smooth balls. Brad's cock was just as gorgeous as the rest of him, the sort of genitalia that would make it as models in anatomy charts.

Brad's cock wasn't personified and it didn't talk to Eric or anything. As far as Eric could ascertain, everything was normal. Brad was normal, the day was normal. Even human Eric, agonizingly stretching his back seemed slumped over in routine.

But how can that be, if Eric was also right here, holding Brad's testicles and hugging Brad's buttocks?

Human Eric sighed and stood up.

"Morning," Eric nodded to Brad.

"Good morning," Brad smiled at Eric.

"Want to do the sea-saw stretch together?" Eric said nonchalant.

"Sure," Brad answered casually.

Brad sat down on and stretched his legs out in front of him.

Eric sat opposite Brad and pressed the bottom of their feet together. Eric offered Brad his hands. Brad laced their fingers together for a firm grip.

Eric, that is, underwear Eric, was in a position to know that things were not as they seemed.

For as soon as Brad and Eric's feet touched, Brad began to ruin Eric. Eric was getting tented very uncomfortably, Brad's cock wasn't as warm and snuggly as before. Brad's cock was raising its head and poking wet spots into Eric.

Eric looked at Eric and to his shock Eric's eyes were locked on Eric. Very intently staring at Eric's misshapen form. Eric pulled and Brad surged forward, stretching so far down that his head was between Eric's knees.

Eric would have screamed if he had the mouth to do it, he was being pressed into the hardwood floor with Brad's cock all smooshed up against him.

Brad pulled and Eric flopped forward, his large torso pressed over Brad's thighs, Eric was tall, his head almost bumped Eric inside Brad's training trousers.

The panicked look in Eric's eyes as he stared at Eric finally woke Eric up.

Eric stared wide-eyed at his alarm clock. Shit, he was running late. Eric rubbed his eyes as he ran to the gym. What a mixed up dream. When Eric arrived, Brad was in the change room.

"Morning sleepy-head," Brad greeted Eric. "I didn't wait for you, I had the warm-up session with the trainer today."

Brad was half dressed in his Achilles shin guard and skirt, though his chest was bare. "But I thought it might be good for us to practice in our costumes a bit too. Get used to the slapping leather and metal bits, avoid injuries later."

Eric sat down next to Brad and started to put Hector's armour on. Eric started to laugh.

"I think I'm a bit stressed," Eric said, his eyes were red and his muscles ached, as if he'd been put through the washing cycle. "I just had the weirdest dream."

"Do tell," Brad nudged Eric. "Was it dirty?'

"Oh yeah," Eric exhaled happily. "I'm telling you, it was really x-rated. In a boring arty way. It was about, lycra."

Brad started to laugh. Brad laughed with his eyes crinkled and his teeth showing and his glittering gaze scanning up and down Eric.

Eric stopped smiling and looked at Brad.

"What underwear are you wearing?" Eric asked, brows furrowing.

"Er," Brad swallowed. "White y-fronts."

Eric shook his head. "That's not right."

Brad croaked. "Dare I ask?"

"I dreamt I was a pair of black briefs," Eric slowly said. "I was yours."

Eric didn't know what to expect from Brad in reply. Certainly not Brad grabbing Eric's hand and gently easing it up Brad's skirt.

Armour straps jingled away, leather skirt flapped back, Brad opened his legs wide and pressed Eric's palm firmly into his crotch.

Eric cupped Brad instinctively. But the rest Eric did was entirely of his own volition. Eric dropped to his knees and pressed kisses into Brad's inner thigh.

Brad made a huge racket full of gasps and deep nostril breathing and leather screeching.

Eric caressed Brad through cotton fabric and squeezed the head of Brad's cock. Eric mouthed Brad's balls and held down Brad's hips.

Brad gave a moan and reached down, his fingers rubbing into the crease to the right of his cock. Eric pressed Brad's legs open wider, Brad was saying "yes" in ecstatic monotony.

That was when Eric saw the pubic hair caught in the elastic of the briefs and the faint pink agitation in the skin where Brad kept scratching.

When Eric wrapped his mouth around Brad's cock, it was like Brad and Eric were friends who knew each other well and getting better acquainted.

The End.