"Yeah, really," he laughs. Okay, so maybe he wasn't as painfully, embarrassingly obvious as he'd thought he was. That's a good thing, right? Or maybe it's just-- a thing. Not good, not bad, nothing worth rewinding and revising his memories of those little moments where he'd thought he was coming across like a dorky kid dancing around his first crush.

And-- yes, okay, yeah, keep doing that. As soon as Tim rocks his hips like that, all the little insecurities fly right out of Jeff's head. He lets a groan escape, rolling his hips appreciatively, sliding a hand down to Tim's hip, tracing his fingers just past the waist of the other boy's jeans.

"Mm, Queen?" A beat, then he remembers, stifling a giggle in the crook of Tim's neck. "Oh! I was, um, just being dumb, you know, about, uh... hummers? I don't know if those things reaaaally matter, I mean, a blowjob's a blowjob, right?" He slips his fingers along towards the front, tracing Tim's hip bone. "We could try it out, if you want."

Look.

Blowjobs are one of Jeff's favorite things. So he's only too enthusiastic about offering.