Eventually, they would deal with all of those questions. There was more serious business to attend to at the moment. For example, accepting the invitation to slip his tongue between Jean-Paul's lips to taste him.

Peter thought that was much more important and did so immediately, curling his tongue against Jean-Paul's. His mouth was warm and enticing, melting away any thoughts of crazy alternate universes and making Peter think of all the other things he had to fix.

Like how he still had room to breathe. That had to be remedied, and Peter's free hand drifted down Jean-Paul's back to sneak inside his back pocket, pushing him closer until there was no room for diaphragm expansion.