Feeling Jason cling to him is everything, right then. He set out to be there for Jason and he feels like he's accomplished that -- small victories. He can feel Jason relaxing and that's all Peter needs. A loud burst of laughter escapes from Peter's mouth and the force of it crinkles his eyes.

"I'm all for it," Peter laughs. He kisses Jason again before carefully depositing him on the bed. He tucks his legs under Jason's and props himself up on an elbow. Peter's arm is curled around Jason's torso, and he gives him another, unable-to-resist kiss. "I always imagined it would be something more like..." He appears to consider for a moment before he produces, "getting really trashed after a rave and feeling each other up in his favorite car." The hand that is not busy propping himself up finds the curls near Jason's ears; it makes him smile as he feels their softness against the pads of his fingers. "Or in his favorite car and then on his second favorite." He's obviously joking, as malice isn't really Peter's strongest suit, but it's fun to talk about a fantasy within a fantasy.

"You're the saint," Peter informs him, finger moving from those adorable curls to the shell of the ear that they surround. He kisses Jason's chin: a reminder that he is still all-in on the comfort. "You're built like a Greek statue." His nose wrinkles as he tries to cover the silly flushing at his cheeks.