Well, that was an invitation if Lyle had ever heard one.

He didn't plaster himself against Brainy's back because well, he was a healthy, allosexual twenty-something, there were certain reactions that just happened when watching one's boyfriend strip down and then dress himself in clothes that you were very likely to be invited to remove later. He did however press his chest against Brainy's back and rest his chin on Brainy's shoulder as he slid his arms around to do the buttons up the front of Brainy's shirt. Not all the way up; the collar was left open and the two buttons below that as well. Lyle nuzzled Brainy's neck as he slid his hands down his arm to button the cuff of one arm, then moved to the other side and gently bit his ear as he buttoned the second.

Hey, if he was going to be struggling with certain impulses that would make them late to dinner, he didn't want to be the only one.