Jason knows what it is he feels for Peter. He's known since he first saw him, though he's done his best to run and hide from what loving Peter means. He feels so deeply, and so much; the sort of feelings he's not supposed to feel, not when he's supposed to go off to Notre Dame and carry on the family name and honor. But then Peter squeezes his hips, a silent answer that renders him dizzy and uncaring of familial expectations in that moment.

He hisses when Peter parts from him, feeling the loss keenly as the other boy rises to his feet. "Such a tease you are, Peter," he murmurs, blue eyes blown wide as he takes Peter in. There's a confidence to him that makes Jason's knees buckle and his insides turn to jelly.

And then Peter's stripping for him, tossing aside his button-up and t-shirt. Jason steps out of his own pants and stalks towards him just as Peter reaches him and throws his arms around his neck. Jason groans into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor. He grins into it, moving one hand to shove it suddenly into Peter's pants. Two can play at this game after all.

"Hmm," he murmurs when they part temporarily, squeezing his hand deliberately around Peter. "You feel even better than I remember."