JP nodded solemnly, watching Piotr's face, especially his smile. He really did have such a nice, honest, genuine smile. The touch of Piotr's hand made him startle a little, his breath hitching, but he got control quicker this time and just glanced down at their two hands, raising one eyebrow. "Aha," he answered, and after a moment of consideration, slid his much smaller hand over Piotr's and up to his wrist, marvelling at how much strength he had. Muscles, he was learning very quickly, were a big turn-on for him. Too much more of this and he was going to get all hot and bothered, which really wouldn't do much to declare that he wasn't easy. And that wasn't the impression he wanted to make right now. "Piotr," he said carefully, leaning in just a little closer. "I think -- I think that I am going to kiss you, and then I think that you should go. Yes?"
He didn't actually wait for a response -- he hadn't asked the question to get permission, just as a statement of intent. JP just leaned forward, careless of the open door or the possibility that Tyrone might walk in at any moment, and braced one hand on the bed next to Piotr's head, the other coming to rest on one broad shoulder. He hesitated for a moment, so close he could just about taste the other boy's lips already, and then threw caution to the wind and just did it -- tilted his head down that little bit more for a careful kiss.