He lets out a groan as Peter climbs fully into his lap, never for a moment taking his eyes off Peter or the way his breathing hitches as they grow closer together, inch by inch. Need is the thickness of the air between them, spilling out both of their mouths in bursts and gasps. Jason can't help himself when he rolls his hips forward a little bit, trying to soothe some of his need for friction. Peter's hand on his face is so gentle and loving; like the caress of a wing instead of a hand. Jason's breath catches as he stares, bringing one of his own hands to cover Peter's. The moment is full and beautiful; alive as though it were its own being.

Jason lets out a shuddering breath at Peter's words, letting them sink beneath his skin. "I want you too," he says, leaning up to kiss Peter firmly yet tenderly, as he shifts to lower him to the bed. "I want you so much, Peter," he breathes into him, wishing he had the courage to tell his boyfriend that he loves him.

He pulls back to study the brightness of Peter against the dull, school sheets. His vibrant hair and eyes; the watercolor-quality to his cheeks. And those freckles. That beautiful, myriad of constellations across his skin that tugs at Jason's heart every time he looks at Peter. "God, you're beautiful," he tells him. Slowly, gradually, he drapes himself across Peter as he reaches clumsily for the supplies he's already packed away in the drawer next to the bed.