Peter smiles like that, and the sun itself might be rising, bright and burning, in the middle of their dorm room. Jason's heart leaps to his throat, as though trying to throw itself right into the middle of Peter's light. Truthfully, he couldn't care less about what movie they wound up watching, even though the Breakfast Club is genuinely one of Jason's favorite movies. All he cares about is getting to sit close to Peter, and pretend he has the courage to simply reach out and take his hand.

Jason watches Peter pull up the file on his laptop, savoring the way the light of the laptop plays across his marvelously crooked face.

He doesn't realize how tense he still is until Peter, of course, points it out to him. He smiles sheepishly. "Sorry. Bad habit," he jokes. And, God, Peter is still smiling at him like that. Jason feels his breath catching in his throat, his gaze seemingly stuck on Peter's mouth. And then, before he can think about it too much, he's leaning in and pressing a desperate, searing kiss to Peter's lips.