Bob tugged awkwardly at his dress shirt. It felt too tight. Too hot. Too much. Everything was too much. This was his first undercover mission the team had allowed him on since he joined and he already felt like he was fucking it up. All he had to do was stand there and listen. He wasn't used to wearing such nice clothes. Slacks, loafers...a tie he could now see curling around your hand.

"Loosen up, pretty boy."

Those words made everything worse. He got hotter. His clothes tighter. The room smaller. He swallowed thickly, his eyebrows pinching in that frustratingly cute way he only did for you.

"I hate this." Bob's words were nearly a whine. He let his hands wrap around your waist and bring you closer. "Please, tell me this is almost over." He swayed both of you with the gala music floating around the room.