"I could get used to that. Help, I mean. Having someone I can depend on." And he is far, far too old and has done way too many things to be as turned on as he is by a man just touching his face like that, but they're still standing pressed together and it's warm, grounding. He doesn't want it to stop, so he kisses him again, hands casually moving to pin Jesus on either side of his shoulders to the window. It's a personal space invasion, sure, but he doesn't care.

He just like the gentleness of the kisses, the way there's none of that alpha-male power struggle bullshit here. It's got to be the most peaceful make out session he's ever initiated, so when he leans in, wedging a knee between the man's legs, pressing their thighs together better, it's a smooth, slow action.