While dates were likely to not be interrupted, Arthur was waiting for a call, something quick, nothing too disruptive, and when it came, as they sat on a bench and Gustave laid over it with his head on Arthur's lap, the older much bigger man didn't hesitate answering. But it was taking longer than expected, and the lack of weight on his lap was announcing a switch. Gustave's legs were felt straddling him, and despite the public space occupied, his large hand still landed on the other's behind, under stretched fabric so he could feel the heat of his flesh. "What?" He asked, "no, not you," he said to the one on the phone sounding almost like a growl, as he locked his silvery eyes on his man. "One more minute, ok?" He begged, putting his attention once more on the phone, while his hand massaged the muscles underneath it. @bornbiagain