Chains [Bob Duncan x Mr Mosby]

Chapter 2 -Familiar Faces-

Mr Mosby anxiously tapped his fingers against the glossy wood of the check in desk as he awaited the entrance of the exterminator.
He had been waiting for about half an hour and he was beginning to grow impatient.
That was until he heard someone hit the little bell at the side of the desk, the sudden smell of midlife crisis, babies, cheerio's cereal and peanut butter hit him.
He slowly turned his head and his eyes met with the buff chest of a man wearing a yellow polo shirt, he gulped slightly as his eyes trailed up.
His detailed neck
His detailed necks
His beautiful and soft lips
His rosy cheeks
And those eyes full of lust and the pain of being an adult actor on Disney channel.
Bob Duncan.
The Bob Duncan.
"Well if it isn't Marion Mosby, how long has it been? 9 months"
Mr Mosby felt sweat drip down his forehead as he felt the large bump on his stomach.
"I believe so." Mr Mosby mumbled and averted his gaze.
"Well, you said you had a pest problem?"
Without uttering another word Mr. Mosby wrote the room number down on a piece of paper and slid it across the desk, along with the key.
Bob watched his every move, carefully.
As he took the piece of paper from Mr. Mosby, their fingers brushed against each others very gently.
God, he missed that feeling. The feeling of his beefy mittens. No, he couldn't.
Mr Mosby snatched his hand away from Bobs as though it was that of an open flame. He could have sworn he saw the corners of Bobs mouth turn up, that bastard.
"I'm assuming that will be all then?" Mr Mosby turned his back to the exterminator, pretending to sort the files in the bookshelf stationed behind the front desk.
There was a brief silence.
"That will be all"
And he was gone.