Jason feels better able to breathe the moment his leg brushes against Peter's. Suddenly, he's anchored to earth again; tethered when he could so easily float away into nothingness. Though he can't bring himself to admit out loud how much he needs Peter, he needs Peter so much more than the other boy can imagine. Jason feels complete and his smile turns genuine, a fact that will escape everyone but Peter. Jason's perfected his charming smile enough that it can even fool Nadia; but Peter knows him better than that. Peter knows him.
Their eyes meet in a flash; a spark of light between two lovers dancing in the dark. Jason allows that spark to wash over him. He lets out a stuttering sigh he manages to disguise as a laugh at Peter's answer.
"See? I know you don't believe it, Nadia, but I can be generous," Jason replies airily, even as he moves one hand so that he's glancing the side of Peter's leg. He's losing more control of himself, even out in the open of prying eyes. That's what Peter does to him. Among so many other things. Things so sublime and transcendent that they steal Jason's breath away. And in a way, he, too, enjoys this game of disguising their words in front of his sister. There's a thrill to it like the thrill of the chase, even as part of Jason wants desperately to tell her.
"When it suits you," Nadia retorts with a roll of her eyes. "Pray tell, did he actually let you pick your bed first? Or was he just late from avoiding our parents. I'm charging interest based on how long I had to suffer them for you, by the way."
"Alright, alright," Jason waves his free hand and shakes his head, curls bouncing in time with his movements. "Duly noted, little sister."
"If you insist then," Nadia says, as if she weren't waiting for someone to pose that exact question to her. She offers Peter a beaming look; one that she shares with Jason and proves the truth of their relationship as brother and sister when they so otherwise look nothing alike. "Let's see, lots of attempts from mom to get me on a diet. Again."
"Don't forget Dad's helpful suggestions," Jason interrupts with a knowing grin, his expression turning a little dark. God, he hates summer vacation. Especially this past summer vacation.
"How could I? 'Maybe you should join the track team, like Jason,'" Nadia imitates in her best, gruff voice.
"Except I quit last semester," Jason says, innocently, as one of his fingers traces against the side of Peter's leg.
"But he doesn't know that," Nadia says.
"Thank God," Jason says, his tone light though his expression is obviously strained.
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Their eyes meet in a flash; a spark of light between two lovers dancing in the dark. Jason allows that spark to wash over him. He lets out a stuttering sigh he manages to disguise as a laugh at Peter's answer.
"See? I know you don't believe it, Nadia, but I can be generous," Jason replies airily, even as he moves one hand so that he's glancing the side of Peter's leg. He's losing more control of himself, even out in the open of prying eyes. That's what Peter does to him. Among so many other things. Things so sublime and transcendent that they steal Jason's breath away. And in a way, he, too, enjoys this game of disguising their words in front of his sister. There's a thrill to it like the thrill of the chase, even as part of Jason wants desperately to tell her.
"When it suits you," Nadia retorts with a roll of her eyes. "Pray tell, did he actually let you pick your bed first? Or was he just late from avoiding our parents. I'm charging interest based on how long I had to suffer them for you, by the way."
"Alright, alright," Jason waves his free hand and shakes his head, curls bouncing in time with his movements. "Duly noted, little sister."
"If you insist then," Nadia says, as if she weren't waiting for someone to pose that exact question to her. She offers Peter a beaming look; one that she shares with Jason and proves the truth of their relationship as brother and sister when they so otherwise look nothing alike. "Let's see, lots of attempts from mom to get me on a diet. Again."
"Don't forget Dad's helpful suggestions," Jason interrupts with a knowing grin, his expression turning a little dark. God, he hates summer vacation. Especially this past summer vacation.
"How could I? 'Maybe you should join the track team, like Jason,'" Nadia imitates in her best, gruff voice.
"Except I quit last semester," Jason says, innocently, as one of his fingers traces against the side of Peter's leg.
"But he doesn't know that," Nadia says.
"Thank God," Jason says, his tone light though his expression is obviously strained.