Jason absolutely delights in the way Peter's face seems to move with his fingers tracing along the edges of his crinkles. He wonders if Peter knows how absolutely, tenderly beautiful he is like this. Moments like these are Jason's favorites; they're quiet, calm, and the opposite of the loudness of the life he leads outside of their dorm room. Jason's breath catches in his throat; he can hardly believe that someone as loving and as nourishing as Peter could want to be with him like this. It's awe-inspiring, and the closest Jason ever gets to feeling like he's in the presence of God.
He thinks he could exist just on kissing Peter alone. His lips tremble against Peter's, even as they laugh. And Peter's smile must be carved from the same material as clouds, for all its lightness and purity. Jason loves that smile, and he loves how that smile is meant for him alone. He feels liberated in that smile; like the outside world can't reach him or crush him. Already, the phone conversation with his father has settled in the back of his mind, forgotten for the evening. Screw his father. He has Peter beside him, and he needs nothing else.
"Hmmm I thought so," Jason replies with a rakish grin. "A strong and rather loud one, going by past experiences." But he hardly gets the chance to bask in his teasing before Peter's leaning in and kissing him below his ear. His chest tightens and Jason gasps, nearly overcome by the softness of the kiss. "Peter," he exhales as Peter continues his ministrations with those lips that could make even the most rigid of angels fall. His hand on Peter's stomach begins to smooth messy, slow circles, his touch just a tad insistent. He loves the way Peter isn't as obviously muscled as most of the boys in their grade, including Jason himself. He knows how hard Peter works at maintaining it, even as Jason would love him no matter what his body looked like.
"And there doesn't need to be," Jason replies, focusing his clear, blue eyes on Peter's gaze, pouring as much reassurance as he can into the look. And then Peter's tugging at his hem and putting his hand on exposed, warm flesh, and Jason gasps again, his chest tightening once more. He already feels dizzy just from that one touch. With a quirk of a grin, he slides his own hand down to sneak under Peter's shirt as well.
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He thinks he could exist just on kissing Peter alone. His lips tremble against Peter's, even as they laugh. And Peter's smile must be carved from the same material as clouds, for all its lightness and purity. Jason loves that smile, and he loves how that smile is meant for him alone. He feels liberated in that smile; like the outside world can't reach him or crush him. Already, the phone conversation with his father has settled in the back of his mind, forgotten for the evening. Screw his father. He has Peter beside him, and he needs nothing else.
"Hmmm I thought so," Jason replies with a rakish grin. "A strong and rather loud one, going by past experiences." But he hardly gets the chance to bask in his teasing before Peter's leaning in and kissing him below his ear. His chest tightens and Jason gasps, nearly overcome by the softness of the kiss. "Peter," he exhales as Peter continues his ministrations with those lips that could make even the most rigid of angels fall. His hand on Peter's stomach begins to smooth messy, slow circles, his touch just a tad insistent. He loves the way Peter isn't as obviously muscled as most of the boys in their grade, including Jason himself. He knows how hard Peter works at maintaining it, even as Jason would love him no matter what his body looked like.
"And there doesn't need to be," Jason replies, focusing his clear, blue eyes on Peter's gaze, pouring as much reassurance as he can into the look. And then Peter's tugging at his hem and putting his hand on exposed, warm flesh, and Jason gasps again, his chest tightening once more. He already feels dizzy just from that one touch. With a quirk of a grin, he slides his own hand down to sneak under Peter's shirt as well.