Jason's spent his life prior to Peter blithely ignoring the churning, uneasy waters brewing inside of him. As a younger boy, Jason had the privilege of popularity and an excess of sports to take his mind off of things. He could shove unwanted thoughts beneath the excuse of long practices or too much time spent running around with his friends. Even as he still struggles to accept the word for himself, the deepest part of him knows, without a doubt, that this is who he is. Kissing Peter, touching Peter - loving Peter. It is all essential to his very being. What they have between them is the closest Jason thinks he'll ever get to Heaven, even as likely as he is to be cast down to hell when he dies.
Jesus, but the sounds Peter makes; they run right through Jason, like bolts of lightning. His entire being feels alight at the way Peter's noises seem to embed in his skin. He has to pause and take several moments just to drink Peter in; his lovely, freckled skin and his artfully-arranged reddish hair. His brilliant green eyes. God, he looks like a Disney prince, Jason realizes. His smile widens to the point where it actually, physically hurts; he doesn't care. He'll put up with this sort of pain and more if it means being happy alone with Peter.
Jason has to groan at the way Peter sounds and feels beneath him; the soft gasp and the tense muscles flexing beneath his touch. He moans against Peter's neck, letting his hand wander further and further down Peter's body. He can't keep himself from sucking on hot skin, moving now towards Peter's fragile collarbone.
"Yes?" He pulls back slightly to glance at Peter with teasing eyes that are as blown as wide as Peter's. Desire and love and relishing this moment swirl about Jason like a pleasant fog. His voice is husky, low, and nearly off-kilter just from all they've been doing so far. "Anywhere in particular you want my mouth?" He asks, teasing wider, firmer circles lower down Peter's abdomen, watching for the delicious response he knows is coming.
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Jesus, but the sounds Peter makes; they run right through Jason, like bolts of lightning. His entire being feels alight at the way Peter's noises seem to embed in his skin. He has to pause and take several moments just to drink Peter in; his lovely, freckled skin and his artfully-arranged reddish hair. His brilliant green eyes. God, he looks like a Disney prince, Jason realizes. His smile widens to the point where it actually, physically hurts; he doesn't care. He'll put up with this sort of pain and more if it means being happy alone with Peter.
Jason has to groan at the way Peter sounds and feels beneath him; the soft gasp and the tense muscles flexing beneath his touch. He moans against Peter's neck, letting his hand wander further and further down Peter's body. He can't keep himself from sucking on hot skin, moving now towards Peter's fragile collarbone.
"Yes?" He pulls back slightly to glance at Peter with teasing eyes that are as blown as wide as Peter's. Desire and love and relishing this moment swirl about Jason like a pleasant fog. His voice is husky, low, and nearly off-kilter just from all they've been doing so far. "Anywhere in particular you want my mouth?" He asks, teasing wider, firmer circles lower down Peter's abdomen, watching for the delicious response he knows is coming.