That's what Jon wants, too. To not worry about what might come next for them, to divorce himself from all the concerns twisting up in his gut. All he wants in the world is to focus on the press of Martin's lips, the brief sweep of his tongue, and the warmth of his hands.

It's easy to fall back into kissing--making out--and before long Jon is scooting closer on Martin's lap just to feel closer. He doesn't have an agenda beyond that. But something tugs at the back of his mind and he can't quite ignore it. He pauses.

"Is there anything I should know...?"