Jason watches the way Peter's jaw tenses and slacks all at once, committing the image to memory even as the sight causes him to shudder all the same. He sees the same wanting burning in Peter's gorgeous eyes, the shimmering color of sea glass beneath the summer sun. The brightness of them, and the intensity of their closeness, drives from Jason the thoughts of how this isn't who his family wants him to be. Alone, in their own little world, they have each other, and the love between them. And here, in this room, that is enough.

Jason very much shoves the inevitable fact of having to hide from the rest of the school in the morning out of the window of his thoughts. He leans in to steal another kiss, groaning into Peter's mouth as he feels all of the order and control he maintains over his life seep out from him as though he were bleeding out. He brings one hand up to brush against cheekbones as sharp as the edge of glass, letting out a shuddering breath as he pulls back.

"One day," he says, all earnest even as desire and affection cloud his gaze. "I am going to kiss every freckle on your body. That's a promise." His voice rings out low and husky, and surely, by now, Peter can see and feel how much Jason wants him.

And then Peter actually falls to his knees, pressing his face to his hips and moving to undo his buttons so slowly Jason thinks he might expire from the building tension in his belly.

"Jesus, Peter," he groans again, moving to tangle his hands in Peter's hair, tugging a bit to urge him on. "Please."