Jason hears plenty of times how attractive he is; girls passing him in the hallway, other boys complimenting him for his muscles. Even teachers take time out of their days to tell him how lovely he is. Nadia always gives him hell for it; commenting on how she worries for the state of his head with all of that attention. But the truth is, none of that attention remotely phases him. Not the way Peter's admiration does, when he's looking at him with such earnest intent in his eyes. Or when they're whispering between sheets and on top of pillows, and Peter tells him his beautiful. It always takes Jason's breath away when Peter says things like that. Beautiful, wonderful Peter whose attentions mean more to him than anyone else. There is only one Peter Simmonds in this world, and Jason is so glad to have him, even as he can only have him behind closed doors.
When he's with Peter, nothing can hurt him the way it does when he and Nadia are stuck at home, both exposed to their parents' 'good intentions.' Sometimes, Jason returns to school with those intentions shining all over his skin, which he always explains away as sports injuries to those who notice. Not Peter though. Peter knows, and he soothes those intentions away with his own hands without making a big deal out of the situation. Peter is the one who sees the unshed tears when Jason gets off the phone with his father. Peter is the one to hold him when he feels safe enough to actually cry.
"You dubious art student you," Jason teases, as his own chest tightens with envy and his eyes falter. His collegiate career is all carved out for him: major in Economics, minor in Business. A promised internship at his father's company, so that he can succeed in carrying the McConnell flame beyond Notre Dame. He aches to hear Peter talk about his future plans, jealous of the way he can so go against his mother's wishes. "I can't imagine you not doing something with theatre," he says, once he manages to subdue his own envy. He lets a hand stroke across Peter's face, relishing the soft curves of his cheeks and lips. "You'll blow 'em all away; I know you will."
Jason delights in that soft kiss, how it flutters between them briefly and then vanishes, as though it were crafted in a dream. He laughs, delighting in the blush that flashes across Jason's skin. "It worked, didn't it? And helped improve your pitch, if I may be so bold." He smirks as his heart quickens at the sight of Peter's grin.
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When he's with Peter, nothing can hurt him the way it does when he and Nadia are stuck at home, both exposed to their parents' 'good intentions.' Sometimes, Jason returns to school with those intentions shining all over his skin, which he always explains away as sports injuries to those who notice. Not Peter though. Peter knows, and he soothes those intentions away with his own hands without making a big deal out of the situation. Peter is the one who sees the unshed tears when Jason gets off the phone with his father. Peter is the one to hold him when he feels safe enough to actually cry.
"You dubious art student you," Jason teases, as his own chest tightens with envy and his eyes falter. His collegiate career is all carved out for him: major in Economics, minor in Business. A promised internship at his father's company, so that he can succeed in carrying the McConnell flame beyond Notre Dame. He aches to hear Peter talk about his future plans, jealous of the way he can so go against his mother's wishes. "I can't imagine you not doing something with theatre," he says, once he manages to subdue his own envy. He lets a hand stroke across Peter's face, relishing the soft curves of his cheeks and lips. "You'll blow 'em all away; I know you will."
Jason delights in that soft kiss, how it flutters between them briefly and then vanishes, as though it were crafted in a dream. He laughs, delighting in the blush that flashes across Jason's skin. "It worked, didn't it? And helped improve your pitch, if I may be so bold." He smirks as his heart quickens at the sight of Peter's grin.