The tenderness Jason practices even when need is tugging at both of them always blows Peter away. He's more or less in his lap anyway, and it's obvious they're on the same page. It's a fragile, incredible moment, though, so Peter positions himself fully in his best friend's lap and caresses his face from hairline to incredibly-shaped jaw.

"I want you," he assures him, unsure and unwilling to think about whether or not Jason understands exactly what he means. Now is perfect, but when he can stop and think about it, later is plaguing him. He didn't figure it would be so loud that it would bubble to the surface even in moments like that one--

He wants Jason to convince him. He wants to not need to feel convinced.