It happens a lot, Jason starting to say he loves Peter and stopping there before he has to deal with what it means, but with so much of what he wants so close to him, he can't dodge the true meaning, so he squeezes Jason's hips to return the silent declaration. And really, how does he expect to not comply with anything his own personal Adonis may want of him?

Still, he's not going to give in too easily, not without firing sass back at sass. He rocks back on his heels and pulls back only far enough to extract himself and stand up, fully clothed in front of Jason; Peter never feels more confident than when Jason hasn't seen him in a while and the need seems perfectly evenly distributed between them.

He misses Jason's touch already, so he makes quick work of pulling his button-up over his head, then his t-shirt. Instead of going for his pants, though, he wraps his arms back around Jason's neck and gives him the proper, hard, breathless kiss that he deserves.