Jason spent his life before Peter questioning everything. While watching all of those Disney classics with Nadia, Jason found himself admiring the princesses, but the sort of admiration one has for flowers, and nothing more. He thought nothing of it, at first, being so young; his parents would always laugh when he talked about girls and 'cooties,' saying he'd understand more when he was older. So he believed them, thinking himself merely a late bloomer, so to speak. Even as Nadia began talking about kissing boys at the tender age of nine.
And then Jason met Peter's gaze for the very first time, and suddenly, the world made sense again. Jason felt his heart race; he felt the way the words caught in his throat. Nadia and his parents teased him for his sudden nervousness, but Jason knew. He knew then that he loved Peter.
Jason leans into that cool, soothing touch to his face, pressing his face into Peter's hand and trying to absorb every ounce of cool sweetness he finds there. That hand smooths away the barbs of his father's lingering words, and Jason basks in the way said touch sends thrills down to his stomach.
And then Peter's talking about potential, obscenely loud noises, and Jason feels his entire body tighten and clench. He knows Peter must be able to feel his state of arousal by now, simply from all their kissing and touching. But Peter teasing like this makes Jason shudder, and at the nip he receives provokes a small, yet hungry, noise from Jason.
"I can imagine it," Jason says, voice husky as he increases the pressure of his touch against Peter's bare skin. His face heats up again, but from desire, this time. "I can see you and hear you and feel you and Jesus Christ, Peter."
Peter's staring at him with his doe eyes blown wide, wet lips panting in time with his heavy breathing; Jason can feel how turned on he is, too. And then Peter says those words, and it's all the encouragement Jason needs to move and turn, pressing Peter into the mattress with his chest and hips. He starts kissing his way down Peter's through, lingering and sucking on heated skin as though he needs it like air.
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And then Jason met Peter's gaze for the very first time, and suddenly, the world made sense again. Jason felt his heart race; he felt the way the words caught in his throat. Nadia and his parents teased him for his sudden nervousness, but Jason knew. He knew then that he loved Peter.
Jason leans into that cool, soothing touch to his face, pressing his face into Peter's hand and trying to absorb every ounce of cool sweetness he finds there. That hand smooths away the barbs of his father's lingering words, and Jason basks in the way said touch sends thrills down to his stomach.
And then Peter's talking about potential, obscenely loud noises, and Jason feels his entire body tighten and clench. He knows Peter must be able to feel his state of arousal by now, simply from all their kissing and touching. But Peter teasing like this makes Jason shudder, and at the nip he receives provokes a small, yet hungry, noise from Jason.
"I can imagine it," Jason says, voice husky as he increases the pressure of his touch against Peter's bare skin. His face heats up again, but from desire, this time. "I can see you and hear you and feel you and Jesus Christ, Peter."
Peter's staring at him with his doe eyes blown wide, wet lips panting in time with his heavy breathing; Jason can feel how turned on he is, too. And then Peter says those words, and it's all the encouragement Jason needs to move and turn, pressing Peter into the mattress with his chest and hips. He starts kissing his way down Peter's through, lingering and sucking on heated skin as though he needs it like air.