"You'd be surprised how many normie clothes I ruin when I totally ice out," Bobby replied with a grin as he flexed his considerable muscle mass in a riff on Hulk Out. "Gonna be hard to do that here without my X-Man uniform. Clothes seem like a limited resource."
Reluctantly, because he really just wanted to smother Peter's body with himself, Bobby hitched back onto his feet and stretched up. The bulge in his pants was incredibly obtuse.
"Tight pants," he groaned a little, pulling at them to try and make some room for his repressed erection, "can be very uncomfortable."
Nothing to be done about it at the moment other than get inside. He reached out a hand toward Peter and started to create an ice platform that would shoot him back up to the rooftop.
"I think it was that one?"
They catapulted up to the roof and, sure enough, there was his discarded t-shirt and jacket. Bobby tossed them over one arm instead of putting them on. He was too wet and, hopefully, they wouldn't be on for long anyway.