The first night that's theirs since school ended at the beginning of summer is usually filled with excitement: when they were younger, before they were honest with each other, the exhilaration was a nameless thing that was like being with your best friend in the whole world. The following summer was about tentative kisses and alternating denial, which lasted almost through two years, if Peter recalls. Once young adulthood started to set in, their last nights began to pale only in comparison with their first nights back. If the fireworks singeing the inside of Peter's entire midsection are any indication, tonight is going to be much the same.

"No," Peter admits, even though he doesn't need to. His teeth rake the surface of his own lips as he stares at Jason's. All of the ideas he's being supplied with thanks to lack of oxygen and migrating blood supply are rushing to him at once, and every one of them has something to do with that mouth.

Still, though, his eyes dart to the door behind him. What if someone decided to come by to dorm check? It's not likely, since many students won't be there until much later or even tomorrow morning. The fear is only in the periphery in the grand scheme of Peter's thoughts, but it's a nagging one.

"Maybe we should wait?" He doesn't even sound sure enough to have said it, but the concern is warping the line of his brow. He decides to make the most of it by adding, "and pray first." He is completely unable to help the little smile playing at his lips.