[SWS] Yeah, 'scuse me? Got the time?

[eversohandsome]

[Continuation from here!]

"Can't if you're doing that," Bob replies, soft voice softer still and barely a murmur. He's already doing this with Arthur far closer to home than he should be, but his brain isn't worried about details like that right now. Instead he's focusing in on how the other man's lips that close to his own makes him feel high.

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur laughs softly at the words, tongue actually flicking out to touch Bob's top lip, "Now why would you be "distracted"?"

Adding, still tugging slightly on Bob's shirt, "You seemed so focused on everything else before now..."

[littlspecificty]

Arthur, being like he is, has ended up seeing an array of living environments (each of them different in their own way but, when he is able to think on it, each suitable to the person living there) and Bob's is not as neat as Arthur would probably prefer but it was "homey" in the direct sense of the term. The scratches on furniture and the wooden parts of the floor gave away how long the other man had been there - or at least that certain habits had made their mark - as did the stains in some spots that had tried to be cleaned out but didn't come out and the light coat of dust that Arthur could spot in some areas.

(Apparently Bob had lived here a while but wasn't always home all that often.)

He remained where he was standing, taking his Blackberry out and looking up the nearest pizza place and ordered what he preferred, calling out to Bob, "What do you want on yours?"

[eversohandsome]

Unaware of the mental process going on in Arthur's head, Bob appears a moment later with two open bottles of beer. He looks at Arthur's hands, cradling the phone, before back up into his face.

"Spicy beef, pepperoni, spicy pork too and..." he looks as though he's actually considering the question quite seriously, brows knitting together slightly in thought.

"Ham... just no sweetcorn, yeah? And no pineapple."

[littlspecificty]

Arthur blinks at him, not even looking at the beer, Blackberry still in his hands, "You... actually eat all of that together?"

[eversohandsome]

"Yeah. Just not the sweetcorn and pineapple. Not right on a pizza," Bob says and grins brightly before taking a sip of his beer and offering Arthur his. He doesn't see a problem with the combination of toppings he's requested.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur blinks at him again, not really seeing the humor and then politely declines the beer for now, finishing up the order and informing Bob they would be there in twenty minutes to half an hour.

(He had ordered beef and shredded provolone on his.)

[eversohandsome]

"Their version of half an hour is half an hour plus another fifteen. They're shit with delivery," Bob informs his house guest and shrugs a shoulder at the declined beer, motioning that he's going to put it on a counter in the kitchen if Arthur changes his mind.

That done it's hard to decide whether he really should let the man eat before he strips both of them naked, and whether he really wants to rush. He's grown quite attached to the idea of Arthur being his company for the rest of the night at the very least.

[littlspecificty]

Pocketing his phone and looking around a bit more, "So what do you suggest we do in the meantime?"

[eversohandsome]

"I suggest we take our clothes off. But my plans don't always make sense. That's why I'm a follower, not a leader" Bob returns and grins, heat behind his eyes but a firm decision not to act on what he's thinking. He sounds like he's repeating a quote from someone else, but that's forgotten in favour of trying not to eye up the other man so shamelessly.

He really does want Arthur to have something to eat before they fuck the rest of the night away, though, and takes himself away to the sofa to put some space between them.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur snorts as he finally moves to set his bag down near the other end of the couch, reaching up to loosen his tie after removing his jacket, eyes on Bob and shamelessly raking over him, "I take it you have all that is required for our other activities?"

[eversohandsome]

"Plates?" He's being purposely stupid, lips quirking up at the corners because as much as he tries he can't take his eyes off Arthur either, even slumped down on the sofa like he is. He also has condoms and lube; he just wants to see whether Arthur will stop being so coy and actually spell it out for him.

[littlspecificty]

For that, Arthur threw his tie at Bob's head, and then unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt (slightly revealing his collar bone).

He's smirking but his eyes say 'don't you play coy with me'.

[eversohandsome]

Snorting his amusement, Bob pulls the tie into his hands, dragging the material between two of his fingers before throwing it on the table in front of him. It's the same table he puts his feet up on once he's toed his trainers off.

"Please, don't stop on the pizza's account. I can get the door when it gets here."

[littlspecificty]

Removing his belt, "Already told you; if I get naked, so will you. And if you want a show..." He tosses the belt onto the table with his tie and then untucks his shirt, "I believe that will cost you more than a few drinks and pizza." (Although Arthur had already paid for the food with one of his memorized card numbers.)

He then sat down on the other end of the couch, reaching down to remove his shoes, dark socks remaining on, and he allowed his long legs to stretch out under the table as he slid into a slouched sitting position, almost sprawled out and, shockingly, almost relaxed.

[eversohandsome]

"I don't get a show just because I'm me?" Bob's very good at puppy-dog eyes. Ridiculously so. It's the main reason he's looking across at Arthur now, not moving no matter how much his muscles are aching to.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur gives him a very flat look before reaching over and poking Bob in one of his cheeks (a trait he actually got from how his mother had done it to him when he was a small child), "Don't make those eyes at me."