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All was golden in the sky.
After a morning shift which passed surprisingly fast, Jason has Sunday afternoon off and to himself. He thinks Peter is either working or out with a friend, for he isn't in the apartment when Jason returns. With a yawn, Jason quickly shoots off a text asking Peter if he wants to chill out for a quiet afternoon date watching whatever catches their eye on Netflix, truly one of the most brilliant inventions of the past few years. Jason doesn't know how to live in a time before Netflix, anymore. He's lost more afternoons than he can count to marathoning shows with Peter he'd never have dared consider back at school.
The text sent, Jason moves into the bathroom for a shower. He lingers, letting the hot water sink into his skin as he rubs his guilty pleasure soap - Bath & Bodyworks' Winter Candy Apple - into his skin and lathers his shampoo that smells like lilac into his hair. He runs out of hot water by the time he does step out of the shower; he dries off quickly, and changes into a pair of somewhat nice sweatpants, colored a deep gray to bring out the blue in his eyes and fitting his body quite nicely. He doesn't bother with a shirt; he brushes his hair and moves to flop lazily down on the couch.
For as much as tries to tell himself that he wants a stereotypically lazy afternoon date, Jason also really wants Peter in his arms, squirming underneath him as they kiss each other senseless, among other, less refined things. He flips to Love, Actually, keeping the noise near mute as he waits for Peter to get back. He settles into the couch, resting his head on one arm as the other dangles listlessly off the side of the sofa. His eyes flutter as his body decides for him that he can possibly doze off for a minute or two.
The text sent, Jason moves into the bathroom for a shower. He lingers, letting the hot water sink into his skin as he rubs his guilty pleasure soap - Bath & Bodyworks' Winter Candy Apple - into his skin and lathers his shampoo that smells like lilac into his hair. He runs out of hot water by the time he does step out of the shower; he dries off quickly, and changes into a pair of somewhat nice sweatpants, colored a deep gray to bring out the blue in his eyes and fitting his body quite nicely. He doesn't bother with a shirt; he brushes his hair and moves to flop lazily down on the couch.
For as much as tries to tell himself that he wants a stereotypically lazy afternoon date, Jason also really wants Peter in his arms, squirming underneath him as they kiss each other senseless, among other, less refined things. He flips to Love, Actually, keeping the noise near mute as he waits for Peter to get back. He settles into the couch, resting his head on one arm as the other dangles listlessly off the side of the sofa. His eyes flutter as his body decides for him that he can possibly doze off for a minute or two.