Peter B and Bobby D
Peter laughed, warm and bright when Bobby let his eyes roam over him and downward. "A guy like you? I'm sure you won't have any trouble with that." He let himself lean into Bobby just a bit after that second bump, and then leaned in close and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "You strike me as the lucky sort."
Only too happy to indulge Bobby, only in part because he liked seeing those teasing grins on his face, but more because Peter simply liked him, his company, the way his body felt under his hands, the heat of him when they were pressed close to one another, he liked Bobby very much, and if he wanted tonight or tomorrow night or any other night Peter was more than willing to let him have it.
It was fun like this though, the flirting a little, while they were still there at the party, making plans that were not at all fit for the party space and in the next breath making plans to make sure that Bobby was on Carol's good side.
"Right, right," Peter agreed totally stoic as Bobby laid out his plan for how it might go. "I'm sure mentioning that you'll cry will be a great way to keep it from happening." He teased. "But I will make sure that she knows just how totally chill you are, I might play down the sculpted good looks, she has eyes."