Though Peter's efforts to get up have already brought him up to his knees next to Jason -- though not before a quick kiss to the jut of his Adam's apple while Jason stretched -- Peter pauses at his boyfriend's comment. That expressive, dead-giveaway face seems to consider for a moment, then he takes Jason's hand.

"Not at all," Peter responds; it's matter-of-fact and simple, and it's also true. Still, he's not all business and he braces his arms on either side of Jason's head to better lean over him. "I haven't even heard you make that noise I like yet." A quick nip of a kiss on Jason's lips and he's up. On his way over to his pants, he tosses Jason's at him with a quick smile.

Muscle memory from hurried nights kicks in, and Peter's dressed quickly. He's already buttoning up his shirt when he bumps his closet door closed. He frowns quickly when he sees his hair, wild and tousled and actually not presentable at all. A quick glance to his bag leads to him snatching a smaller bag out of it. "I'm gonna go clean up. Do you just want to meet there?" Maybe this way Peter doesn't have to risk Jason telling him they should leave separately. It's not like he'd go out looking like that anyway, but now he has an excuse if he needs it.