"Hm? Are you encouraging me to get more comfortable?" John turns his head to press a kiss to Martin's shoulder, all the while considering a few loose interpretations of that implicit suggestion. All of them involve rather more embarrassing configurations than the one they're currently in, but then again, John's more than happy to rank comfort over potential embarrassment.

His own, anyway. If Martin finds this all a bit too much, that's another matter.

But for the moment, no one is passing by, so John allows himself a slow, dramatic slide into Martin's lap. "Like this?" he asks as he rolls gracelessly over, his legs tangling in the blanket a bit as he pivots on the mattress. "Something along these lines?" It takes some maneuvering, but he eventually manages to settle himself on his back, his head in Martin's lap and his legs sprawling off the foot of the cot. He grins up at Martin from this new vantage point, making a halfhearted attempt to tug the blanket back over himself. "Cozy."