It’s a good question. An understandable question. Looking at Justin, Tony sees marshmallows and fire at hand; two integral ingredients for making s’mores but not so helpful when it comes to wild and crazy caveman camping sex.

“Right now later’s probably our safest bet,” he concedes with an easy grin. He’s not a randy dog. Postponing sex, even as far into the future as after the camping trip is over, isn’t going to kill him or unduly disappoint him. There’s more to the time they spend together, after all, and he’s joking more than he’s serious about the whole affair in the first place.

“One of us would end up with marshmallows in our hair and I don’t see that going well for anybody.” It would be a sticky mess, and he knows that it wouldn’t just end with their hair. No, against all the laws of physics and reality, it would goo up the inside of his phone – safely stowed away in his backpack and not at all a part of wild and kinky caveman camping sex – and probably get all over Justin’s glasses. Tony doesn’t need to be reliant on glasses to know that sticky white stuff and glasses lenses don’t mix.

“Especially since I’m envisioning it like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory now.”