Seeing Jason relax convinces Peter that they're alone enough for the moment, so he moves his hand from Jason's shoulder to his face. Jason looks so defeated, sitting there, looking up at Peter with tears dammed up in the corner of his gorgeous eyes. Their other hands lace together and Peter is suddenly fortified for the evening. His mother's gentle, ignorant support and the need that has slipped over Jason are showing him what role he needs to play tonight, and it's one of his favorites and one of the least-recurring. Tonight, he gets to be a good boyfriend.
Before they set off for the dorms, Peter envelops Jason in a warm hug. No Sister or administrator could have a problem with comfort between friends, he figures, and he hopes the contact will serve as a salve for Peter's burning need to kiss his boyfriend. It works, thank God, and Peter opens the door for Jason.
They make quick work of getting out of the administration building and are at the dorms even quicker. Was Peter's pace more rapid than usual? Probably. He doesn't know how much longer Jason has before whatever his father has just said to him rips through his false-front persona, and Peter's tired of being just a friend for the evening. Forever, really, but he's willing to start with now.
A key in the door, the sound of them discarded on the desk, then Peter locks the door from the inside. This is something that is generally frowned upon after a certain time of day, but he's done playing by everyone else's rules. It's all only for tonight, anyway, and if Peter has this unfortunate opportunity to be the man he wants to be and to show Jason what that looks like, he's ready to take it. He sits down on one of the beds.
"What happened?" Peter asks. Carefully, he unlaces his shoes and sets them neatly in the corner. They're good at communicating in the confines of their dorm room -- in fact, Peter is constantly astounded by the other boy's intellect and forethought in those secret, real moments. He backs himself to the corner of the bed, leaving room should Jason want to take it.
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Before they set off for the dorms, Peter envelops Jason in a warm hug. No Sister or administrator could have a problem with comfort between friends, he figures, and he hopes the contact will serve as a salve for Peter's burning need to kiss his boyfriend. It works, thank God, and Peter opens the door for Jason.
They make quick work of getting out of the administration building and are at the dorms even quicker. Was Peter's pace more rapid than usual? Probably. He doesn't know how much longer Jason has before whatever his father has just said to him rips through his false-front persona, and Peter's tired of being just a friend for the evening. Forever, really, but he's willing to start with now.
A key in the door, the sound of them discarded on the desk, then Peter locks the door from the inside. This is something that is generally frowned upon after a certain time of day, but he's done playing by everyone else's rules. It's all only for tonight, anyway, and if Peter has this unfortunate opportunity to be the man he wants to be and to show Jason what that looks like, he's ready to take it. He sits down on one of the beds.
"What happened?" Peter asks. Carefully, he unlaces his shoes and sets them neatly in the corner. They're good at communicating in the confines of their dorm room -- in fact, Peter is constantly astounded by the other boy's intellect and forethought in those secret, real moments. He backs himself to the corner of the bed, leaving room should Jason want to take it.