"Well, that's all I ask..." Jon closed his eyes, fully prepared for what he knew would come. Which was perhaps his favorite thing, ever. Better than writing and M&Ms and perhaps even time itself! He arched himself up off the couch a bit, non-verbally begging for Rob to kiss lower. He ached for it. But then...
The sound of Ma Levine's voice made him instantly drop back down and instinctively feel like covering up with a blanket. He didn't, though. There was none available. His cheeks were definitely hot. This hadn't happened to them in a long time.
He cleared his throat. "Okay, we'll be right up!" he said, trying his best to chirp out the words and not sound like he was aroused. He looked down at Rob and gently petted his hair. "Fuck... Fuck." Because the extra emphasis helped.