It's a moment that is obviously so fragile in its innocence that Peter finds himself stalling for a moment. Maybe he's misunderstood. A quick look into Jason's big blue eyes, nearly Anime-like in their size and luminosity, proves that no, he was not mistaken. He wants to look around, to see if there's anyone looking; at once, he remembers he doesn't care. In fact, he's ready to be brave enough not to check at all.

There's a small, gentle smile that turns up Peter's lips as he takes a step in to close the remaining distance between them. With that step, he crosses the line between what was and what is. What could be. He's aware that his hands are probably still quite cold, so he shifts the cup of cider to the cooler of his two hands, freeing up the freshly-warmed one to anchor against the softness of Jason's cheek. There is no pressure, he doesn't hold him there, but simply uses this gentle contact as an anchor to keep himself present. All of the bravery and love that shines from Jason's eyes do what the cider can't to warm him and finally, he cranes his neck to kiss Jason's lips gently, tenderly.

The kiss lasts only a couple of seconds in the name of decency and patience. When Peter's eyes reopen, he finds Jason's gaze again and can't help but press one last, even shorter kiss to his mouth before moving the warmer of his hands from Jason's face to hold his hand. One big gesture subsides into a smaller, more comfortable one, and Peter dares to break his awed gaze from his boyfriend to take a drink of his cider.