Jason doesn't dwell on the how or why of how he and Peter found each other; he cherishes the moments that they are together. He wants so badly to hope for and believe in forever, but he knows how risky such hopes are. So he tries to live for today; for each moment that they do get to spend together, closely entwined like this, or giggling and whispering to each other from across the room. Jason cherishes their time together as it comes to keep himself from falling apart.

Jason grins, leaning in to kiss that flush on his lover's face that he loves so much.

"Oh, I know," Jason can't help but smugly mention, enjoying the way Peter arches underneath him. He drinks in the sight and rewards Peter with even more insistent touches. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate a beautiful sight when I see it, though."

Jason only huffs out a breathless laugh as Peter takes off his shirt, delighted by the eagerness in the other boy's hands. And then Peter's kissing him, tenderly and sweetly, and Jason falls back over him to fully relish in their lips meeting and parting and meeting again. Warmth overwhelms him, even with his shirt newly discarded. He pulls back only slightly to begin working on Peter's shirt, letting his gaze, ripe and filled with love and adoration, meet Peter's as he does so.