Peter may as well be drunk. He's sure he looks like it, and the way his eyelids flutter when Jason touches his hair, how it takes a minute for Peter to get his eyes back open.
"I think you're perfect," Peter responds, and hushed as he is by the truth of it, he's also very matter-of-fact. He does, like everyone else, think that Jason is perfect; in fact, Peter has more proof than anyone. Not that he could share it.
This always happens so fast, Peter thinks, as his breath gets caught in the lurch of the changing tide once again. So many of the students at St. Cecilia's have a notion that love and sex are two different concepts. Matt loves Ivy, but what Ivy loves isn't Matt. Tanya and Lucas love each other in their way, but it's been admitted by both parties that they will likely not continue with their torrid (and incredibly tiresome) love affair after they graduate; if Lucas graduates. Ivy won't look back at Matt the moment another pretty guy ignores her, but she'll keep sleeping with him. Nadia will pine for Matt for the next five years before she has a lesbian experience in college and becomes an artist and meets a man she deserves. No, in St. Cecilia's hallowed halls, love is for God and sex is for boredom. All along the sweeping landscape that makes up their pretentious Catholic school, there is only one room in which the two meet and Peter and Jason alone in it. After months of safety in falsehood, they finally get to be real again.
Need ignites below his stomach as soon as he feels Jason's clothed hardness drag against his own. He's still got himself under control, for the most part, and he's got encouragement, which as all he needs. He lifts his hips to press back against him, sighing a little moan at the resulting sensation. He's not stopped kissing his lover, nor loosened his arms around his shoulders. Another jolt of his hips jolts his hand to action and he slides his hand in Jason's back pocket, grasping for more pressure between them.
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"I think you're perfect," Peter responds, and hushed as he is by the truth of it, he's also very matter-of-fact. He does, like everyone else, think that Jason is perfect; in fact, Peter has more proof than anyone. Not that he could share it.
This always happens so fast, Peter thinks, as his breath gets caught in the lurch of the changing tide once again. So many of the students at St. Cecilia's have a notion that love and sex are two different concepts. Matt loves Ivy, but what Ivy loves isn't Matt. Tanya and Lucas love each other in their way, but it's been admitted by both parties that they will likely not continue with their torrid (and incredibly tiresome) love affair after they graduate; if Lucas graduates. Ivy won't look back at Matt the moment another pretty guy ignores her, but she'll keep sleeping with him. Nadia will pine for Matt for the next five years before she has a lesbian experience in college and becomes an artist and meets a man she deserves. No, in St. Cecilia's hallowed halls, love is for God and sex is for boredom. All along the sweeping landscape that makes up their pretentious Catholic school, there is only one room in which the two meet and Peter and Jason alone in it. After months of safety in falsehood, they finally get to be real again.
Need ignites below his stomach as soon as he feels Jason's clothed hardness drag against his own. He's still got himself under control, for the most part, and he's got encouragement, which as all he needs. He lifts his hips to press back against him, sighing a little moan at the resulting sensation. He's not stopped kissing his lover, nor loosened his arms around his shoulders. Another jolt of his hips jolts his hand to action and he slides his hand in Jason's back pocket, grasping for more pressure between them.