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there was nothing more exciting than coming back home to Jon in bed. Peter was standing against the frame of the other's bedroom, the door wide open, the light still on, becase out of exhaustion, he assumed, the other had just collapsed. Stripped out of all clothes, Jon laid over the bed with the blankets raised only to the midrift of that bare backside, giving the other a great view of his roommate, as well as the messy uniform dropped on the floor. He was sure Jon hadn't noticed the many times he had just let it down, nor that Peter was the one to pick it up.
Going in, he grabbed the hero mantle, and put it back where it belonged, thrown messily as if it had been Jon's doing, slid the blankets down little by little till his feet were uncovered, and floated within the room till he could open the drawers to grab a pair of trunks. Careful, he set it through each fit and slid it up to his thighs, spreading them carefully not to wake the other up and fitting his hand underneath to cup his friend's genitals so he could wrap him in underwear without screwing him up. Once he was properly covered, Peter put the blanket back to the same height, and left the room to let him rest the night, drawing himself to exhaustion on his own bedroom.
Unlike Jon, though, he chose to sleep over the covers. And chose to be naked consciously.