His breath rushes out in a heavy whoosh of released tension. Arthur said yes! Arthur wants him to... oh...wow, he's just remembering how this going to be a first for him too. There's a tiny blip of "Can I do this?" that crosses his mind but from the bleachers comes a resounding "Yes!"

One more kiss, on the lips, then another on his chin, and then the breastbone, Crichton's already way ahead of Arthur. "Lay down for me, let's get the rest of your clothes off." Crichton's already reaching for the waistband. Let him see what he's working with here.