Jason, ecstatic to finally find himself free of the crowd of adoring, fellow students, starts to sprint once he reaches his dorm building. If anyone asks, he'll say he forgot his baseball bat for practice. But the rapid thumping of his heart and the way he feels each step reverberate know better. His body, as tightly wound as a rubber band, all but floats up the stairs as he makes his way to his room.
A fine coat of sweat glistens on his skin and in his hair as he unlocks the door and opens it, hoping beyond hope...
The room is empty. Jason's face falls. As does his heart. With a groan, he makes his way over to his bed (one of them, anyways; they do like to alternate) and flops down on it, letting one hand dramatically cover his face. He ought to at least change his shirt and make himself presentable, in the mean time. No, Jason thinks with a smirk. Let Peter find him like this, covered in sweat and golden hair tousled.
After what feels like an eternity, Jason hears the door as it moves. Instantly, he bolts up, slight shivers running through him as he prays his instincts prove right.
For a solid moment, he just stares. Peter, lingering in the door frame, hair clearly worked with his hands and each freckle moving in time as he tries to catch his breath. Jason feels the flush on his own face as it spreads towards his ears and his chest tightens. God, he's so in love with Peter.
Even the small 'hi' makes his smile dizzy. Jason stalks over in a couple of strides, nudging the door closed with his foot as he grabs Peter by the face and kisses him soundly, solidly. Three months since their last kiss. Their last touch. Their last everything.
Jason's heart soars into his throat as he pushes Peter against the door, bringing one hand to stroke through his hair once he pulls back to catch his breathe.
"Hi yourself," he smirks. "Peter Simmonds, you could tempt a saint." He shamelessly lets his gaze roam over Peter, hungry for everything he's missed in the summer months.
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A fine coat of sweat glistens on his skin and in his hair as he unlocks the door and opens it, hoping beyond hope...
The room is empty. Jason's face falls. As does his heart. With a groan, he makes his way over to his bed (one of them, anyways; they do like to alternate) and flops down on it, letting one hand dramatically cover his face. He ought to at least change his shirt and make himself presentable, in the mean time. No, Jason thinks with a smirk. Let Peter find him like this, covered in sweat and golden hair tousled.
After what feels like an eternity, Jason hears the door as it moves. Instantly, he bolts up, slight shivers running through him as he prays his instincts prove right.
For a solid moment, he just stares. Peter, lingering in the door frame, hair clearly worked with his hands and each freckle moving in time as he tries to catch his breath. Jason feels the flush on his own face as it spreads towards his ears and his chest tightens. God, he's so in love with Peter.
Even the small 'hi' makes his smile dizzy. Jason stalks over in a couple of strides, nudging the door closed with his foot as he grabs Peter by the face and kisses him soundly, solidly. Three months since their last kiss. Their last touch. Their last everything.
Jason's heart soars into his throat as he pushes Peter against the door, bringing one hand to stroke through his hair once he pulls back to catch his breathe.
"Hi yourself," he smirks. "Peter Simmonds, you could tempt a saint." He shamelessly lets his gaze roam over Peter, hungry for everything he's missed in the summer months.