Bobby held on to Peter, cheek to chest as the swung through the air. It was a different kind of elation than when he went soaring on a bridge of ice, chiefly because he wasn't in control. Butterflies bounced around his stomach like he was on a roller coaster at Six Flags. But it was even better because he was with a hot dude. Faster than he would have thought they touched down on the ground, and Bobby shamelessly let himself fall into Peter. Because how often did he get to do that?
"Wow, that was amazing. You're amazing. And hey, you picked the best color." Blue, obviously.
He walked with Peter as he let them in and started showing him around. It was hard to keep his hands off him and, hey, normally he'd do a better job of asking questions about the tour or cracking jokes. But Bobby was a dude with a one track mind, and he was already worked up. When they got to the bedroom, he unceremoniously dropped his t-shirt and jacket on the floor.
"Great place," he said, finding Peter's eyes again with a smile. "Can we get naked now?"