Heat and desire and wanting build between them with each touch and kiss. Peter wraps himself around Jason with the same ease with which Jason carries him, and it nearly makes him lose his breath and topple over as he carries Peter to the desk. He moans as Peter bites down on his lip; his body shivers. Once they reach it, Jason abandons all semblance of poise and dignity; the facade of Jason McConnell is cast to the wayside with their shirts and the rest of their clothes. Jason groans into Peter's mouth; he shudders as he moves against him, pressing him further into the wood surface. Already, thoughts of his father vanish in the wake of gasping breath and searching limbs. He knows this is another of Peter's techniques for helping to soothe Jason, and Jason loves him all the more for it.

"Fuck, Peter," Jason groans, which instantly collapses into something like pleading as soon as Peter takes them both in hand. Jason's hips jerk, and he has to scramble to find purchase, one hand in Peter's hair and the other on the desk as he all but climbs onto it and Peter. He kisses Peter sloppily and desperately, their foreheads clashing together, searing skin against searing skin. Jason feels himself melting like wax at every touch and kiss they exchange. "Fuck, fuck, Peter," he moans again, thrusting into Peter's hand and wishing desperately he wouldn't have to move to retrieve the supplies they'll need.

"I need you so much," he pants into Peter's neck as he moves his head to start leaving a blazing trail of kisses across Peter's skin. Jason feels like he just might burst from how much he wants Peter.