Room 234
Bare fic! One-shot. Peter and Jason get reacquainted at the start of senior year. Not real smut, but suggestive, I guess.
“Room 234.” The bored RA read off his clipboard. “Rooming with-”
“Peter Simonds.” Jason cut him off. “Yeah, I know.” He was a senior now. Though the room had changed, over the years-last year they’d had an awful room; tiny and stuffy and just horrible-Peter and Jason had been roommates since ninth grade. Jason took his key and hauled his suitcases to his room, not even bothering to quell the goofy grin sliding onto his face. He couldn’t wait to see Peter, couldn’t wait to lock the door and get Peter pressed up against the wall and-
Okay. Hold that thought. Hallways were not good places to be embarrassingly hard. Peter better already be there, Jason thought. He’d just better.
He unlocked the door and flung it open. Empty room, no suitcases on the bed on the left-hand side-Peter’s side. Damn!
“Urrrrgh.” Jason closed the door disappointedly and looked helplessly around the room. Peter was always there first. He lived closer. What was Jason supposed to do now? By this time they were usually getting reacquainted in the very best of ways. He bit his lip. Well…he could unpack…
Letting out a frustrated groan, Jason flung a suitcase onto his bed and opened the wardrobe. He usually didn’t even start unpacking until after dinner. He was usually a little busy, otherwise occupied, but Peter wasn’t there yet, so what else was he supposed to do? It never crossed his mind to go find other people to talk to. Other people could wait. He’d sit in this room until Peter got there.
He was organizing his socks, for crying out loud. Where was Peter?! It had to have been at least an hour. He looked at the clock. Oh. Five minutes? Really? Shit. He shoved handfuls of boxers, shorts, sweats, just whatever, into his dresser drawers. He wanted to get out of his drawers but he certainly didn’t want to do it alone.
Finally, finally, when Jason thought he was going to positively combust, he heard the scrape of a key in the lock. Before the door was even open, Jason was bouncing spastically around.
“Peter! Where’ve you been?”
“I had to eat lunch with my grandmother.” Peter rolled his eyes and shut the door. Jason set upon him immediately, one fist clenched tightly in Peter’s collar. After a quite earth-shattering, time-stopping kiss, they pulled apart, both panting, Jason’s shirt suddenly un-tucked.
“Um, hello.” Peter said with a little laugh. He dropped his suitcase and pushed Jason onto the bed on the right-Jason’s bed-to get into some full-blown (well, actually, that would come later) making out.
They kissed and groped for a while, content with touching and grinding in to each other. For a while. They could never be sure whose shirt came off first, but after the first shirt, all the clothes went flying.
“Oh-hang on-” Peter panted. The blinds were up. He reached out to shut them; arm wasn’t long enough, so he had to sliiiiide across Jason’s body. Jason shivered and almost lost it. Peter smirked at him, dropped the blinds, and slid back to find Jason’s mouth again. When neither of them could take any more, Jason reached blindly for his bag on the floor, dug around for the one thing he hadn’t unpacked yet, the one thing he should’ve unpacked first, really, searching, rooting around, aha! His sacred Lube Tube.
“Oh, I do love the way you pack.” Peter murmured into his neck. Neither of them said any more for quite some time.
“Room 234.” The bored RA read off his clipboard. “Rooming with-”
“Peter Simonds.” Jason cut him off. “Yeah, I know.” He was a senior now. Though the room had changed, over the years-last year they’d had an awful room; tiny and stuffy and just horrible-Peter and Jason had been roommates since ninth grade. Jason took his key and hauled his suitcases to his room, not even bothering to quell the goofy grin sliding onto his face. He couldn’t wait to see Peter, couldn’t wait to lock the door and get Peter pressed up against the wall and-
Okay. Hold that thought. Hallways were not good places to be embarrassingly hard. Peter better already be there, Jason thought. He’d just better.
He unlocked the door and flung it open. Empty room, no suitcases on the bed on the left-hand side-Peter’s side. Damn!
“Urrrrgh.” Jason closed the door disappointedly and looked helplessly around the room. Peter was always there first. He lived closer. What was Jason supposed to do now? By this time they were usually getting reacquainted in the very best of ways. He bit his lip. Well…he could unpack…
Letting out a frustrated groan, Jason flung a suitcase onto his bed and opened the wardrobe. He usually didn’t even start unpacking until after dinner. He was usually a little busy, otherwise occupied, but Peter wasn’t there yet, so what else was he supposed to do? It never crossed his mind to go find other people to talk to. Other people could wait. He’d sit in this room until Peter got there.
He was organizing his socks, for crying out loud. Where was Peter?! It had to have been at least an hour. He looked at the clock. Oh. Five minutes? Really? Shit. He shoved handfuls of boxers, shorts, sweats, just whatever, into his dresser drawers. He wanted to get out of his drawers but he certainly didn’t want to do it alone.
Finally, finally, when Jason thought he was going to positively combust, he heard the scrape of a key in the lock. Before the door was even open, Jason was bouncing spastically around.
“Peter! Where’ve you been?”
“I had to eat lunch with my grandmother.” Peter rolled his eyes and shut the door. Jason set upon him immediately, one fist clenched tightly in Peter’s collar. After a quite earth-shattering, time-stopping kiss, they pulled apart, both panting, Jason’s shirt suddenly un-tucked.
“Um, hello.” Peter said with a little laugh. He dropped his suitcase and pushed Jason onto the bed on the right-Jason’s bed-to get into some full-blown (well, actually, that would come later) making out.
They kissed and groped for a while, content with touching and grinding in to each other. For a while. They could never be sure whose shirt came off first, but after the first shirt, all the clothes went flying.
“Oh-hang on-” Peter panted. The blinds were up. He reached out to shut them; arm wasn’t long enough, so he had to sliiiiide across Jason’s body. Jason shivered and almost lost it. Peter smirked at him, dropped the blinds, and slid back to find Jason’s mouth again. When neither of them could take any more, Jason reached blindly for his bag on the floor, dug around for the one thing he hadn’t unpacked yet, the one thing he should’ve unpacked first, really, searching, rooting around, aha! His sacred Lube Tube.
“Oh, I do love the way you pack.” Peter murmured into his neck. Neither of them said any more for quite some time.