It takes a moment before Jason feels Peter kissing him back, and for that one moment, his stomach drops out and his chest tightens. He wonders if he made a mistake. But all thoughts of that fly out the second Peter responds, just as hungry and just as desperate.

Jason barely acknowledges even the laptop as he tugs Peter closer to him, shifting so that Peter sits in his lap as he wraps his arms around him, tight and unwilling to let go of the soul that so mirrors his own.

He moans into the kiss, feeling it all the way down in his toes. He's waited so long for this moment, and there is so much he wants to say. Right now, he can only speak the language of pressing tongues and grasping hands. He loves Peter so much; it burns within him like a drug.