Jason's completely lost track of how many times he's moaned, whispered, and groaned Peter's names. He know it's a lot. At least the number of 'Hail Mary' and 'Our Father' prayers as dictated by a particularly grueling confession. Except that nothing about anything with Peter is like a grueling confession; being with Peter is where Jason can finally be himself and expose the part of him he normally has to keep hidden from the rest of the world. He doesn't have to be ashamed of his own soul, the time he spends with Peter. He only wishes they could stay this way forever; that they didn't have to go to class or work or sports or auditions. Jason needs nothing but his love for Peter.

Peter, usually always so careful with his words, is positively charming and enticing when he appears to only just realize what it is he's said. Especially when combined with that heady laugh, which makes Jason's already struggling breath catch in his throat. Again.

He hears the way Peter's voice falters and he groans again, taking care to stroke him and thrust into him to best ease his orgasm along. He loves him so much, glancing up into those sea glass eyes and seeing the same passion and desire he feels mirrored back in them. He moans, both at the hair tugging and the kiss, losing himself entirely to their mutual coming undone.

Jason keeps pumping and thrusting, savoring every point of contact between himself and Peter. Flushed, covered in sweat, and with all sorts of noises falling from his lips, Peter looks every bit the debauched angel, and it sends shivers down Jason's spine.

When they're both spent, and the hazy aftershocks begin filtering through them both, Jason pulls Peter down on top of him, bringing, too, his hand, and licking it clean right in front of Peter, just to see his reaction. His blue eyes narrow and sparkle with provocative mirth.

"So how was your vacation?" He asks, his voice raw from wanting and their lovemaking. "Mine ended with a bang."