Eagerly, Bobby peeled that shirt off and cast it aside.
"God, you're hot," he breathed, and the first thing he did was run his hands through the hair on Peter's chest. Which, hey, was a first time for him. Judah had been somewhat hirsute, but they hadn't gotten this close in the brief time they'd dated. Bobby liked it. No, he really liked it.
He pressed their chests together, appreciating the feeling of muscle against muscle, and then eased them back down on the ground. His legs were doing fine work of tangling up with Peter's, and Bobby had soon kicked off his own shoes peeled off his socks with his toes. Once Peter had finished saying the word 'twenties,' he decided it was time to steal another kiss.
"So you're still protecting Queens, even though the 7 train is getting worse every year," Bobby joked playfully, "when is enough enough? So what's different?"