Jason likes words. He relies on them, even the ones he can't say. And they come much more naturally to him than sports or business classes. Especially when he's with Peter, who inspires words and phrases Jason normally wouldn't even consider. With Peter, Jason never has to say words he doesn't mean. So to be able to use them to help Peter out some how, well. Of course Jason jumps at the opportunity. He can picture rehearsals, too, just from how often both Peter and Nadia talk about them. Part of him aches for that kind of environment. For all that art and company.
Peter smiles, but then it disappears into a look of awe that renders Jason dizzy. To have someone look at him the way Peter does must be akin to that one line in that sad, French musical Nadia especially loves. Jason feels like he's looking into the face of God, when Peter looks at him like that. And as much as it frightens him, it also sends his heart soaring, as though it might never come down to Earth again. Jason's own cheeks begin to ache from the weight of the smile he bears himself in response. They don't speak, but the various lights and flickers of love and hope that catch in Peter's eyes speak volumes to Jason; he could write poetry about those eyes and the way they compliment the blush across his face.
Soon, Peter's sliding his arms around Jason's neck. Jason's breath catches again at the sensation, the way Peter tucks his arms carefully around his neck. It's lovely and warm and so utterly Peter. It sends bursts of warmth spiraling all through Jason. Peter's on top of him now, and they're still so wonderfully naked and together. Jason lets out a small noise before he can help himself. As Peter presses their foreheads together and opens those wonderfully green eyes, Jason finds himself gasping for breath as he looks up at Peter. Peter, now laughing that beautiful, haunting laugh; Jason shivers, letting the sound of it run through him. Glazed awe reflects back at him in Peter's expression; Jason feels frozen in place by the weight of what he finds in Peter's eyes.
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Peter smiles, but then it disappears into a look of awe that renders Jason dizzy. To have someone look at him the way Peter does must be akin to that one line in that sad, French musical Nadia especially loves. Jason feels like he's looking into the face of God, when Peter looks at him like that. And as much as it frightens him, it also sends his heart soaring, as though it might never come down to Earth again. Jason's own cheeks begin to ache from the weight of the smile he bears himself in response. They don't speak, but the various lights and flickers of love and hope that catch in Peter's eyes speak volumes to Jason; he could write poetry about those eyes and the way they compliment the blush across his face.
Soon, Peter's sliding his arms around Jason's neck. Jason's breath catches again at the sensation, the way Peter tucks his arms carefully around his neck. It's lovely and warm and so utterly Peter. It sends bursts of warmth spiraling all through Jason. Peter's on top of him now, and they're still so wonderfully naked and together. Jason lets out a small noise before he can help himself. As Peter presses their foreheads together and opens those wonderfully green eyes, Jason finds himself gasping for breath as he looks up at Peter. Peter, now laughing that beautiful, haunting laugh; Jason shivers, letting the sound of it run through him. Glazed awe reflects back at him in Peter's expression; Jason feels frozen in place by the weight of what he finds in Peter's eyes.