Obviously, David showing up somewhere dressed kind of way fancier than the occasion called for was not a sign anything crazy was going on. Ben questioned how comfortable anyone would be for a movie-watching couch night in anything more complicated than pajamas, but really, Ben would have been cool with wearing pajamas during one hundred percent of his life, while meanwhile he’d seen David fall asleep in an airport chair in a three piece suit. With the watch fob still on. Not that fob status would matter in comfort levels, but he felt it worth noting whenever he thought of it.

So, Ben had been all, ‘hey, why don’t you come over and we go crazy on some Daniel Craig James Bond movies?’ which was its own special secret code phrase that meant maybe clothes were not going to be really important in general, and if David had shown up at his door in linen pants and a dark button-down, well, maybe that was just what he was feeling for couch time that day. He looked good, but what else was new?

David rolling up to his door on a Tuesday afternoon looking like a big warm glass of hello ma’am was not unusual, not even a little. Ben got an eyeball of him quick before getting him all wrapped up in a hug, hands rubbing between David’s shoulders while he nuzzled up into his hair. It took about four seconds of that before he realized that David was only going half in on this hug thing. One arm was wrapped around him, but the other arm was really noncommittal and kind of cold and metallic and poking him in the side.

Ben pulled away just a little, enough to make a cruddy kind of face while he saw what the problem was. David was holding a garment bag over one arm, and the hanger hook had been getting friendly with his ribcage. David hadn’t mentioned he had a thing after, but it was David, and really, not surprising if he had a thing after that he’d need to get more dressed up for. Ben just had a little giggle thinking about how maybe he wouldn’t shower before he left, and would roll in to whatever he had to suit and tie up for with a bit of raunch going on.

Then, though, David pressed the garment bag to Ben’s chest and smiled at him. Smirked, really; it was all eyebrows and twinkles and just the edges of his mouth. “Lovely to see you, Benjamin,” he said. “Really looking forward to tonight.” He brushed a thumb along Ben’s collarbone, finding it beneath the thin fabric of the well-loved t-shirt he was wearing. “I’d like you to put what’s in here on for me,” he said, and then he leaned in to speak right into Ben’s ear. Well, leaned in and a little up. “And don’t put anything on underneath.”