The way Jason rolls his hips up against Peter makes him hitch a little moan, surprised by it, himself. He can feel how hard Jason is against his own throbbing and it's chipping away at Peter's carefully-constructed act of composure. He finds himself rubbing against Jason, frantically kissing his neck, sucking across his throat (carefully; he knows better than to leave a mark). When his mouth reaches the other side of Jason's neck, he snatches up the condom and pushes himself to his knees. As he kneels between Jason's legs to roll the condom on, he can't help but watch the way Jason wriggles and thrashes about. It would be ridiculous if it weren't so intoxicating. Though it's a shame to displace him when he looks so tantalizing (and Peter has to afford himself a quick kiss to the inside of Jason's thigh or he'd never forgive himself), but once Peter's hands are free, he tugs suggestively at Jason's hips. He thinks for a second that he's wasting precious time when he extends his body over Jason's to kiss him again. Kissing Jason, more than any single other thing, is what Peter spent most of his summer daydreaming about. Now that he can, he needs to keep going. He's wrong about the time: it's barely evening and they have all the time in the world.

Then, he realizes he's stalling. He knows exactly what he wants, but even with Jason so totally abandoned at Peter's hands, Peter still struggles to get his mouth around the words to request what he wants. He realizes with abject horror that his powerplay may be totally ruined when Jason sees that he's blushing.

"Jason, I want..." Fuck, he's hesitated and that's obvious, but he presses on. "Will you get on your knees for me?" There is no possible way this bumbling can be sexy to Jason, Peter thinks, but he has hope that he hasn't completely ruined the moment in his awkward teenage lust. Just in case, he kisses him briefly before he can answer. That mouth has bested him again.