Peter brings his hand to Jason's face, and Jason allows himself a sigh, leaning into Peter's gentle and loving touch. It's such a simple gesture, yet between them, it feels to Jason as though Peter is allowing his soul to lean on his. And he appreciates it more than he can convey in words. So he indulges in letting his eyelids flutter shut for a brief moment while they bask in this brief glimpse of privacy in the midst of a chaotic world.
And then Peter pulls him in for a hug, and Jason almost inhales Peter as he returns the embrace, savoring every inch of Peter he feels against him and taking as much strength as he can. God, before Peter, Jason never knew how much warmth could be contained within a single hug. Or that it could be okay to want that from someone else not in his family. He feels temporarily fortified; enough so that he can make it back to their room without falling apart.
Jason is glad that Peter hurries his pace back to the dorm. Jason follows with just as quick a gait, his breathing coming in rapid as they walk up the stairs and towards that familiar door. His father's hateful words swirl like smoke around his thoughts, but Peter's vivid light helps to keep them at bay for the moment.
As Peter locks the key, Jason drags over one of his chests of clothes. Even if the chaperon does come to do a curfew check, they'll have fair warning. Jason doesn't want anything interrupting his time alone with Peter. Ever, really, but he'll settle for tonight.
Jason follows Peter to the bed; he sinks down onto it, instantly slouching onto Peter's shoulder. Gradually, his head sinks into Peter's lap. Again, he takes a deep, shuddering breath, as though he could breathe his boyfriend in. He basks in Peter's warmth and softness, letting one of his hands fall across Peter's lap, reaching for Peter. He wonders if Peter knows how much Jason needs him in his life. These moments between them are the true lights that keep Jason McConnell burning.
"He found out I quit track," he speaks, almost low enough to be a whisper. He shudders. "I'm glad he didn't find out until now, though."
There's so much more he wants to say right now, but he struggles to find the words to say.
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And then Peter pulls him in for a hug, and Jason almost inhales Peter as he returns the embrace, savoring every inch of Peter he feels against him and taking as much strength as he can. God, before Peter, Jason never knew how much warmth could be contained within a single hug. Or that it could be okay to want that from someone else not in his family. He feels temporarily fortified; enough so that he can make it back to their room without falling apart.
Jason is glad that Peter hurries his pace back to the dorm. Jason follows with just as quick a gait, his breathing coming in rapid as they walk up the stairs and towards that familiar door. His father's hateful words swirl like smoke around his thoughts, but Peter's vivid light helps to keep them at bay for the moment.
As Peter locks the key, Jason drags over one of his chests of clothes. Even if the chaperon does come to do a curfew check, they'll have fair warning. Jason doesn't want anything interrupting his time alone with Peter. Ever, really, but he'll settle for tonight.
Jason follows Peter to the bed; he sinks down onto it, instantly slouching onto Peter's shoulder. Gradually, his head sinks into Peter's lap. Again, he takes a deep, shuddering breath, as though he could breathe his boyfriend in. He basks in Peter's warmth and softness, letting one of his hands fall across Peter's lap, reaching for Peter. He wonders if Peter knows how much Jason needs him in his life. These moments between them are the true lights that keep Jason McConnell burning.
"He found out I quit track," he speaks, almost low enough to be a whisper. He shudders. "I'm glad he didn't find out until now, though."
There's so much more he wants to say right now, but he struggles to find the words to say.