Peter drops his gaze to let Jason's fingertips explore the edges of Peter's eyes. He loves these curious, un-resisted moments where Jason will allow himself to be as blown sideways by their love as Peter is. Anyway, Jason is far enough below him that he can just watch what his face does while his hands search for something on Peter's face. It's just totally unbelievable that the way Jason looks -- humbled and overflowing with affection -- is for him. Even in the wildest of fantasies that he would dare to indulge in as a child, he would imagine himself with someone less... utterly perfect. To Peter, Jason is so unreal that he couldn't have even dreamed him up. And Peter's a saint? Not exactly.
Feeling Jason laugh against his mouth spreads a smile over Peter's face as they kiss. He has to concentrate to get his lips pliant, and as soon as the kiss has ended, he's smiling again. Jason's laugh heralds a new chapter of the evening is beginning. He welcomes it, but keeps a foot in the past just in case Jason tumbles backward. Peter figures if he just keeps a foothold, he can lift him up and carry him back to paradise.
"Now that's a car commercial," Peter muses, and his eyes close with the force of his laughter. "It sends a strong message." The concussive force of his laughter has no bearing on the soft strokes of fingers through Jason's hair; he takes the opportunity to kiss Jason's neck below his ear once again, this time lingering without being able to help himself. After Jason's comment about Peter's stature, he decides to keep going in this vain, lest Jason get the added satisfaction of seeing Peter's cheeks turn up red for the hundred-millionth time in the last few hours. He's kissed his way down to the juncture of his neck and collarbone when he feels Jason's hand caress over to his stomach. He loves to hear what Jason thinks of his body because Jason is pretty much the only reason he bothers to maintain it. A naturally thin boy, Peter has enrolled in PE for two more years than was necessary just to stay on top of his appearance. Tennis is pretty much the only thing he can stand, so he just keeps taking that over and over and it keeps him in more-than-decent shape. That and his marathons with Jason, of course.
"There's no contest," Peter says. He moves his hand from the Jason's curls down to the hem of his shirt and tugs it up to reveal that sinfully chiseled torso beneath. His hand slides down the bare skin, drinking it in. Just looking at Jason makes his breath quicken, his head swim. It's inevitable that Peter's mouth will find its way to that soft skin stretched over chiseled muscle, but he's going to resist as long as he can.
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Feeling Jason laugh against his mouth spreads a smile over Peter's face as they kiss. He has to concentrate to get his lips pliant, and as soon as the kiss has ended, he's smiling again. Jason's laugh heralds a new chapter of the evening is beginning. He welcomes it, but keeps a foot in the past just in case Jason tumbles backward. Peter figures if he just keeps a foothold, he can lift him up and carry him back to paradise.
"Now that's a car commercial," Peter muses, and his eyes close with the force of his laughter. "It sends a strong message." The concussive force of his laughter has no bearing on the soft strokes of fingers through Jason's hair; he takes the opportunity to kiss Jason's neck below his ear once again, this time lingering without being able to help himself. After Jason's comment about Peter's stature, he decides to keep going in this vain, lest Jason get the added satisfaction of seeing Peter's cheeks turn up red for the hundred-millionth time in the last few hours. He's kissed his way down to the juncture of his neck and collarbone when he feels Jason's hand caress over to his stomach. He loves to hear what Jason thinks of his body because Jason is pretty much the only reason he bothers to maintain it. A naturally thin boy, Peter has enrolled in PE for two more years than was necessary just to stay on top of his appearance. Tennis is pretty much the only thing he can stand, so he just keeps taking that over and over and it keeps him in more-than-decent shape. That and his marathons with Jason, of course.
"There's no contest," Peter says. He moves his hand from the Jason's curls down to the hem of his shirt and tugs it up to reveal that sinfully chiseled torso beneath. His hand slides down the bare skin, drinking it in. Just looking at Jason makes his breath quicken, his head swim. It's inevitable that Peter's mouth will find its way to that soft skin stretched over chiseled muscle, but he's going to resist as long as he can.