Perhaps the fact that they're about to embark upon their senior year influences their increasing urgency; the idea that the future looms before them, large and unknown, yet mapped out, in Jason's case. But he doesn't think of that future, nor of the plans suggested for him by his father. Jason concentrates instead on Peter before him, eyes glazed and beautiful, his hair wild and unkempt, so unlike his usual, polished appearance. Jason shudders, needing and wanting so much in that moment.

He's lifting his helps to help Peter, body tensing and soft whimpers falling from him with each touch and caress. Jason feels like he's going out of his mind, and he wants more of it. More of Peter. So though it nearly kills him to do so, he gently tugs on Peter's hair, pulling his mouth away. He groans at the sudden feeling of air rushing against heated skin, but Jason is determined.

He moves so that they're both facing each other on the bed, reaching to clasp Peter's face between his hands.

"Peter," his voice comes out hollow and desperate. Jason knows his own eyes must be blown wide, his own face flushed. All he can do is stare at Peter, beautiful, nearly undone Peter, and kiss him soundly, hungrily.

"What do you want Peter?" Jason asks. He wants so badly to make love to Peter; yearning makes him shiver and gasp. But he won't do anything until he knows what it is Peter wants. Because he loves Peter so much. He wants to please him and he wants to make him happy the best that he can.