Anger in the form of hurt and disappointment shoots through Peter like he's been shocked. For the hundredth time, Peter tells himself that it's too soon to feel this resentment, to think of the boy that he loves as a coward for being afraid of eventuality. So, he takes a deep, deep breath and turns in Jason's arms to face him. His smile is a little forced, but it doesn't take long for him to settle into it when he sees that gorgeous face and the way tenderness slackens its muscles when their eyes meet. It's every time, without fail.
He'd only added insult to injury when Peter's hair had been brought into the fray.
"It might take me longer now," he teases, using the that reflected tenderness to sooth his aching soul. "God knows what you just did to it." He's walked down the hall to the bathroom in worse states, though. All discretion is taken out of the post-sex shower when you have to run down the hall to get to the bathroom.
"I'll see you there," he continues. Peter presses his lips against Jason's for a quick second -- his stomach drops as it always does -- and then he's turning to go. He's looking forward to using the time he has to sublimate his longing and frustration into styling his hair just right.
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He'd only added insult to injury when Peter's hair had been brought into the fray.
"It might take me longer now," he teases, using the that reflected tenderness to sooth his aching soul. "God knows what you just did to it." He's walked down the hall to the bathroom in worse states, though. All discretion is taken out of the post-sex shower when you have to run down the hall to get to the bathroom.
"I'll see you there," he continues. Peter presses his lips against Jason's for a quick second -- his stomach drops as it always does -- and then he's turning to go. He's looking forward to using the time he has to sublimate his longing and frustration into styling his hair just right.