Peter knows that, more than anything, Jason wants to be perfect. He tries to make it happen with a 4.0 GPA, a body that is unparalleled, and smooth, en speech. Jason thinks that those that see him as perfect are falling for his act. He has a lifetime of his father's paralyzing words and misdeeds to second-guess himself out of his confidence. Peter knows that Jason has convinced himself that his father is right; Peter also knows that he's wrong. Jason is no more the boy his father thinks he is than Peter is interested in sports. Well-mannered, cocksure, smart, effortless Jason is still tender, tactile, considerate Jason, and Peter thinks that,either of these versions are perfect. It's Peter that's wrong.

Not tonight, though. Now that school is back in session, Peter is Jason's even if no one else knows it. At least Jason does, and if he were to forget, the way that Peter shivers against that small ghost of a touch under his clothes is likely proof enough. He wants more already and decides to illustrate this with a heated, heavy moan into his lover's mouth. He's still feeling greedy in his desire, so he doesn't let the sound stop him from kissing Jason desperately. Maybe the tension that's come and gone has Peter feeling bolder or maybe Jason's promises and compliments are getting to his head because he finds himself tightening his hand in Jason's pocket, stuck between pushing him down and parting their bodies to feel more of that promising touch.