Jeff sits up. Well, he doesn't sit up entirely, with Tim on him, but, he props himself up on his elbows and looks at him with something like confusion, crossed with concern, and a little wince of guilt to top it off, because it's hard not to feel some responsibility for this.

He must've been too pushy. What if Tim's a virgin? What if he's not ready? Fuck, what if he didn't even know if he liked guys, and he decided to give it a try, and it turns out he's totally straight and Jeff's just-- No. Stop. Don't make this about yourself. That's bound to make everything worse.

It already doesn't help that he's still hard and Tim's on him and fuck there's a lot of emotions going on and he's not sure he's capable, functional, or even smart enough to help him breathe and come down and step away from the emotional precipice he's about to stumble over.

"Hey-- no, it's--" He puts a hand on Tim's thigh, though it's not any attempt at rekindling the hot and heavy making out, just. He's trying to be comforting and it's the easiest spot to rest his hand. "You're fine. You're good, um... We-- we don't have to do anything you're not feeling, you know? We can just hang out and watch movies or talk or... not talk, whatever you want. It's okay."