Gonna carry that weight a long time. [AU for Peter]

[no_voice]

Jason works harder than most of the rest of Saint Cecilia's campus. He knows this for a fact. Coming as he does from a poor family, he nearly broke himself just trying to secure the scholarship money to be able to attend such a prestigious institution. Not to mention his parents, working tooth and nail just to keep the roof over their humble abode back in Maine. So Jason works, and he works hard. He stays in when the rest of the student body parties; he pours himself into his homework and into his appearance, working to give himself the same appearance of the students born into Saint Cecilia's legacy.

Nadia coming out just before they returned to school for their senior year has done nothing for Jason's courage. Even as understanding as his parents had been towards Nadia, he knows he can't expect that same treatment for his own sexuality. Not when Nadia is the golden daughter, and every time Jason takes a step out of line, he brings down fire and brimstone upon himself.

He grits his teeth, trying to concentrate on his history paper. His parents expect more from him, when they take the time to remember that he exists. They would never understand how they could possibly have two gay children. The perfect daughter, they can make allowances for, even as strict Catholics. The invisible son, well. He only has so much room that they can spare for him.

He sighs as his head falls in frustration on top of his essay. He's been in love with Peter ever since they'd moved in together as roommates. He just wishes he had the nerve to tell him.

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[no_voice]

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.

[paper_courage]

Peter slipped into Jason's lap with an agonizing ease. Hindsight punched him in the chest now that he was there, a leg on either side of Jason's. There wasn't enough time for Peter to tell himself not to press his hips forward because Jason did it for him. His arms were a vice around Peter's waist. He hitched in to get as close as possible. The movie was now a dull murmur against muffling sheets.

"Jason," came Peter's voice against the other boy's lips, astounded and grateful and floored. There was nothing else to say. Lips wanted to do what hands had never dared to. Peter cupped Jason's face and kissed him like his world would end if he didn't. He was sure it would. He barely dared to breathe.