The sound Peter makes is neither voluntary, nor quiet. A sudden, guttural utterance hiccups forth from Peter's mouth and he all but smashes his mouth against Jason's to try and cover it. In the wake of the move, he's already on his toes. So, rather than climb his boyfriend like a tree, he decides to hang a left toward the nearest bed instead, since he's not sure how much longer he'll be able to stand.

He's only gotten as far as unfastening his pants before his back is against the overly-starched dorm sheets. His aim is true and his head hits the pillow with a soft bounce. The bed gives a friendly creak just in time to cover up another hungry, involuntary groan and shiver. Once relaxed against the bed, he can give a more earnest attempt at getting his pants off. It's very tough to focus, though.

"Jason," he whispers softly, partly to himself. Sometimes Peter feels like he's dreaming. Now he's trying to split what very little attention he has left on getting his pants off and pulling Jason closer. It's clear that he is losing his grip on polite reality with every electric touch of Jason's hand.