"Oh no," Peter said with amusement when Bobby protested, grinning hugely. "Guess you're just going to have to take them off so they can dry out." He chuckled, like it hadn't been his plan to get Bobby out of his clothes as soon as he could.
Yes, this was much better, his clothes back on the beach, and Bobby holding on to him as he held him up in the water that moved in slow steady waves around their waists. "You're not wrong." He agreed - there were beaches in New York of course, but they were not like this, not even close. And Peter had never been more glad to end up at a beach that he couldn't call familiar than he was right here at this one.
Peter grinned watching Bobby move in the water, showing off the way in that way of his, letting Peter see he'd gone without anything under his clothes, as if Peter needed further tempting.
"No, beaches are one thing we just do not do in Queens. Thank goodness we're a long way from Queens right now, or else you wouldn't be enjoying this nearly as much."