Roll the Dice, Matt Planned the Party, Part Two
Title: Roll the Dice, Matt Planned the Party, Part Two
Writer: Left_of_Weir
Fandom: bare: a pop opera
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Jason
Summary: What happens when Lucas throws Peter a welcome party and everyone goes home.
Part One of Roll the Dice, Matt Planned the Party
Part Two of Roll the Dice, Matt Planned the Party
Jason wondered if he should take the tape off his mouth now that the party seemed to be over. Before he could do so, he felt Peter’s hands on his arms, holding them down. He decided to wait to see what Peter had planned. Peter’s touch, after weeks of silence, brought him not only pain and regret, but excitement as well.
“C’mon, Jason, I’ll take you to your room. Let’s leave Lucas to do the clean-up,” Peter said.
“You’re not going out the halls like that,” Tanya protested.
Lucas laughed. “It’s 1.00 am. Do you think anybody is still prowling the halls at this hour?”
Tanya turned on him. “Lucas, you know Jason can’t afford . . .”
“None of us can afford to be expelled, Tanya,” Lucas grinned. “Do you want me to take you back to your dorm now?”
Tanya pressed a finger on his lips and Lucas shut up fast.
Peter helped Jason up, without making any move to take off his bonds or his gag. Jason suddenly felt nervous. It was a long walk from Lucas’s room to his. Was Peter really going to parade him through the halls tied and gagged like this? With difficulty, Jason quelled his instinct to fight back, and decided to trust in Peter. Having lived with him for the past three years, he knew that Peter was not a cruel boy. On the other hand, if this was Peter taking revenge on him because of what Jason did before vacation, then Jason decided that he probably deserved it.
Peter propped Jason against the wall and went to the bathroom. Jason realized that it was a good thing he didn’t need to go to the bathroom yet and wondered what to do when that happened. He wondered how to communicate with Peter without using his mouth. He started to say something but stopped when he realized that both Tanya and Lucas were staring at him.
“Are you okay, Jason?” Tanya asked in a worried voice.
He nodded and shrugged nonchalantly to reassure Tanya. For once, he decided, he’ll let Peter take control. But he was really really thirsty. He wondered if he should try to get the gag off now while he was still with others. Despite his bravado, there was a part of him that was afraid of what would happen when he would be left alone with Peter. However, he admitted to himself that there was also a part of him that couldn’t wait to find out, and this part had successfully overtaken the first part, smacked it down and run it over in the race to the finish line of Jason’s emotions.
Peter said goodbye for the both of them then gently steered Jason in the darkened halls. Jason could hardly contain his excitement at knowing that Peter was coming home with him. The smell of Peter so close to him was intoxicating. He couldn’t wait for the two of them to get back to their room. The touch of Peter’s hands on his shoulders reminded him of how perfect things were before and he wondered if it was safe for him to lean in and rest his head on Peter’s arm as they slowly made their way in the dark.
Although it was light enough for them to walk, Peter kept one arm around Jason’s shoulders and kept a careful watch for others although the hallway was deserted. He didn’t want Jason stumbling in the dark and getting hurt because of him. He didn’t know why he didn’t untie Jason while they were still in Lucas’s room. All he knew was that he wanted to humiliate Jason before Ivy. Well that worked out well for all of you, didn’t it, he thought to himself and blushed at such an uncharitable thought. He had always thought himself to be a good person. A good person who ties up his best friend. The Peter inside Peter's head went, Neener, neener, neener! and he blushed.
When they got to Jason’s door, Peter didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want Jason to know that he still had keys to the room, which left the problem of the locked door. While he was thinking, Jason reached for Peter’s hand and guided it to his pants pocket. Startled, Peter jerked his hand away before he realized that Jason was telling him where the keys were. Embarrassed, he retrieved the keys, careful not to touch Jason anymore than he could help. He unlocked the door and helped Jason inside the room before closing the door behind him.
Both stood awkwardly, waiting for the other to make the first move. Peter couldn’t help himself any longer and pressed his lips against the tape that kept Jason’s lips from him. He tasted raspberries from where Ivy’s lipstick had left its mark and the bitter metallic aftertaste of the duct tape. He pressed urgently but he couldn’t feel if Jason was kissing him back.
Jason wanted to grab Peter’s shirt and pull him closer to him. Being kissed by Peter again after weeks of silence felt so good. But his bound hands couldn’t get a purchase and his arms were in the way, preventing him from bridging the distance between the two of them. He raised his arms, intending to put his arms around Peter’s neck, but Peter thought Jason was trying to push him off and jerked away.
“I’m sorry,” said Peter. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
Jason raised his hands to his mouth and ripped off the tape, wincing at how it made his lips and cheeks burn and sting. He licked his dry lips and reached out to kiss Peter before the other could say anything more. Peter kissed him back urgently, then reached down and undid Jason’s buckle and pulled down Jason’s pants. Jason kept his bound hands above his shoulders and out of the way.
Gently, Peter reached down and found his rhythm. It felt strange doing Jason like this, Peter thought. Perhaps he should untie Jason first.
“Don’t stop,” Jason groaned. Peter could hear the urgency in his voice.
“Am I doing it right?” he asked. “Are you okay?”
“Hurry, Peter.”
Peter gently maneuvered Jason to the bed and helped him lie down. As Jason lay back and sighed in relief at finally being able to have some support for his quickly tiring arms, Peter kissed him passionately. The scent of Jason brought back powerful memories and Peter was nearly overwhelmed. He knelt down and tried to be gentle in his eagerness.
“Peter, I missed you so much,” Jason said. He wanted to say more but at that moment, a shudder of pure pleasure rushed through him and he had to stifle his shout of pure happiness.
When he finished, Peter took off his pants and lay beside Jason, waiting for his turn. But Jason didn’t make a move. Puzzled, Peter raised himself on one elbow to have a better look at him. Jason was lying on his back, his arms flung over his head, looking not at Peter but towards the ceiling.
“Peter,” Jason said in a small voice. “My arms are starting to cramp.”
Peter scrambled off the bed. He should have known! he scolded himself. It had been some time since they left Lucas’s room. Of course Jason must be in agony by now. Too embarrassed to say anything, Peter stood up and went to the study table to look for a pair of scissors. For the first time, he saw how messy the room had become since he had left. Jason was never a very tidy boy but Peter had been there to help straighten up. Now, dirty laundry was on the floor, papers and books were everywhere, and clothes were hanging off every available surface, including what had been his bed. He couldn’t find anything in the mess that Jason left the room in.
Another stupid mistake, Peter thought. He should have brought Lucas’s scissors with him when they left the room. That way, it would be handy when he needed to cut Jason loose, instead of making him wait like this. Jason must think him the stupidest person in the world.
Jason felt Peter get off the bed and watched him walk away and turn his back to him. He hadn’t been kidding, his shoulders were really starting to burn. He flexed his fingers in an attempt to promote blood flow, and wondered if they would drop off if they were deprived of circulation for too long. And he was still thirsty. And instead of helping him, Peter was opening drawers and overturning his papers on his desk. Jason suddenly recalled the times when he failed to satisfy Peter after getting pleasure in return and realized that Peter probably thought it was just another one of those times. No wonder he’s stopped talking to me, Jason thought. I wouldn’t keep myself around for long either.
But the pain between his shoulders was more urgent matter than self-reflection. Jason wondered if he should start gnawing on the tape and try to remove his bonds with his teeth, but changed his mind. Trying to get free without permission is probably not allowed, thought Jason. Would he settle for begging? At this point, Jason was willing to try anything.
But perhaps he could try something else first.
“I’m thirsty,” said Jason then cursed himself for how that must have sounded to Peter. Even tied up, you’re still giving orders. I don’t think that’s how Peter intended you to play this game.
Peter was startled away from his search. “I’m sorry.” He scratched his head. “If I bring you something to drink, will you promise not to spit at me?”
Jason’s shoulders slumped. There seemed to be no way to win this conversation, he thought.
Peter was torn between getting Jason something to drink or continuing the hunt for a pair of scissors. He didn’t know what Jason needed him to do first. Maybe he should just untie Jason so that he could get his own drink. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in drinking water. In his confusion, Peter continued to rummage through the desk drawers, uncertain whether he was looking for Jason’s alcohol stash or a pair of scissors. But while rummaging through the last drawer, he finally found what he was looking for.
Jason saw Peter coming at him with the box cutter. “Ngggghhh!” he cried out and put up his hands to try to defend himself. Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, he raced quickly through the Act of Contrition. However, it was only Peter slicing through the duct tape. The relief he felt at being freed of his bonds was palpable, although he winced at the pain of having blood rush through his veins again.
Peter slid the box cutter back in its protective sheath and put it down carefully. He sat down and gently took Jason's hands, massaging first one wrist, then the other, looking down the entire time. When he could feel his hands again, Jason put out his free hand and put it on top of Peter’s. Look at me, Jason willed him, but Peter kept his head down and continued to caress Jason's arm. He didn’t want to see the accusation in Jason’s eyes. He felt Jason’s free hand explore his pants but he pushed it away, realizing that Jason had probably been through enough for one night.
Jason tried to overcome Peter’s efforts to block his hand from the latter’s pants. Now he’s no longer in the mood, thought Jason and realized that Peter was probably still thinking that Jason was refusing to do his turn. He couldn’t blame Peter for thinking that. Jason’s face burned as he remembered when he abandoned Peter after Peter had jacked him off, because he had to study or turn in a paper, or worse, because one of the guys had called him out to play.
Jason tried to put his arm around Peter to try to get him back to bed. There was nothing he wanted more than to cuddle up with him. Perhaps he could get Peter back in the mood again and give him as good as Peter had given him earlier. But Peter had already stood up to put the box cutter back in its place. While he was at desk, Peter couldn’t help but straighten up a few loose papers and put some books back in place.
“Will you please stop cleaning up?” Jason said but he said it more harshly than he intended.
Peter was startled into letting go of the books he had been trying to shelve. In doing so, his gaze fell onto a loose sheet of paper that contained Jason’s full schedule. He couldn't help noticing that the words Kitchen Duty were on it.
Of course Jason didn’t want him fiddling with his stuff, Peter thought. Clearly, he lost all rights to the room when he made the decision to move out. He probably thinks I’m snooping, Peter thought and blushed in guilt. He wondered if Jason knew he still had his key to their room.
He looked at Jason but Jason was now busy massaging his wrists. He figured that Jason was irritated at him for leaving him tied up for too long. That must have really hurt, Peter thought, and waited in vain for that feeling of satisfaction at having hurt somebody who had hurt him. All he felt was guilt, and grief in failing to bridge the gulf between them.
“I’m sorry,” said Peter but Jason was focused on his wrists.
“It’s late,” said Jason. But Peter heard only Jason’s words and failed to pick up on the invitation in his voice. As he turned away to pick up the books he had dropped earlier in order to shelve them properly, Peter missed how Jason patted the space on the bed beside him. He couldn't bear to see their room in such a mess. Their room looked as if it had been used as an arena for the Extreme Fighting Championships.
“You’re right, it’s late,” Peter said. He picked up Jason's schedule, noted when Jason was on Kitchen Duty for future reference, and carefully tacked it up on the wall as a last gesture of goodwill. It fluttered to the floor and Peter had to try twice more before it stuck. He looked around the room and was overwhelmed by how much work still needed to be done. I can't fix this, Peter thought.
"I know you have to be up early tomorrow,” he said awkwardly, "so I'll see you tomorrow, I guess." Peter picked up his pants from the floor and put them on again.
That was not the response Jason had been hoping for. It used to be that we could read each other’s minds, he thought. What have I done? Aren't you just so good at everything you do, Jason scolded himself ironically.
"Wait, wait, don't go,” said Jason, getting off from the bed and stood in front of the door, barring Peter from going out. He wondered what he could say to make it right.
“Lucas is probably still tidying up there, you know?" Jason said. "And, well, here there's an extra bed."
Both of them looked at the mess that Jason had made of Peter’s bed. They could hardly see the pillows or sheets underneath the clothes and dirty towels and socks. Peter thought of his nice clean bed in Lucas’s room and suddenly felt tired. It had been a long night. He knew Jason was right. Lucas and Tanya were most likely still together and he would just end up wandering the halls of St. Cecilia until he could go back to bed. If he left here, he would have nowhere to go.
Jason’s hand felt so right in his, so warm and comforting. He hadn’t felt this way for a long time. And he was tired, so tired.
“Please stay,” Jason whispered urgently. He was still thirsty, but his hunger and his longing for Peter was even greater. He knew that if he let Peter go now, he might not get a second chance. “Please, Peter. We’ll talk about everything in the morning.”
Jason’s words hit the right mark. Peter let himself feel hope for the first time in a very long while.
“Talk is good,” said Peter guardedly.
Jason agreed. The last thing he wanted was to spook Peter and cause him to run away again. “Please let's not ever not talk again.”
“No, never,” said Peter solemnly.
Jason reached for Peter, held him tight, and nuzzled him gently behind the ear. “We can talk tomorrow. But tonight, I can think of other things we can do tonight.”
Peter smiled and allowed Jason to lead him home.
Writer: Left_of_Weir
Fandom: bare: a pop opera
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Jason
Summary: What happens when Lucas throws Peter a welcome party and everyone goes home.
Part One of Roll the Dice, Matt Planned the Party
Part Two of Roll the Dice, Matt Planned the Party
Jason wondered if he should take the tape off his mouth now that the party seemed to be over. Before he could do so, he felt Peter’s hands on his arms, holding them down. He decided to wait to see what Peter had planned. Peter’s touch, after weeks of silence, brought him not only pain and regret, but excitement as well.
“C’mon, Jason, I’ll take you to your room. Let’s leave Lucas to do the clean-up,” Peter said.
“You’re not going out the halls like that,” Tanya protested.
Lucas laughed. “It’s 1.00 am. Do you think anybody is still prowling the halls at this hour?”
Tanya turned on him. “Lucas, you know Jason can’t afford . . .”
“None of us can afford to be expelled, Tanya,” Lucas grinned. “Do you want me to take you back to your dorm now?”
Tanya pressed a finger on his lips and Lucas shut up fast.
Peter helped Jason up, without making any move to take off his bonds or his gag. Jason suddenly felt nervous. It was a long walk from Lucas’s room to his. Was Peter really going to parade him through the halls tied and gagged like this? With difficulty, Jason quelled his instinct to fight back, and decided to trust in Peter. Having lived with him for the past three years, he knew that Peter was not a cruel boy. On the other hand, if this was Peter taking revenge on him because of what Jason did before vacation, then Jason decided that he probably deserved it.
Peter propped Jason against the wall and went to the bathroom. Jason realized that it was a good thing he didn’t need to go to the bathroom yet and wondered what to do when that happened. He wondered how to communicate with Peter without using his mouth. He started to say something but stopped when he realized that both Tanya and Lucas were staring at him.
“Are you okay, Jason?” Tanya asked in a worried voice.
He nodded and shrugged nonchalantly to reassure Tanya. For once, he decided, he’ll let Peter take control. But he was really really thirsty. He wondered if he should try to get the gag off now while he was still with others. Despite his bravado, there was a part of him that was afraid of what would happen when he would be left alone with Peter. However, he admitted to himself that there was also a part of him that couldn’t wait to find out, and this part had successfully overtaken the first part, smacked it down and run it over in the race to the finish line of Jason’s emotions.
Peter said goodbye for the both of them then gently steered Jason in the darkened halls. Jason could hardly contain his excitement at knowing that Peter was coming home with him. The smell of Peter so close to him was intoxicating. He couldn’t wait for the two of them to get back to their room. The touch of Peter’s hands on his shoulders reminded him of how perfect things were before and he wondered if it was safe for him to lean in and rest his head on Peter’s arm as they slowly made their way in the dark.
Although it was light enough for them to walk, Peter kept one arm around Jason’s shoulders and kept a careful watch for others although the hallway was deserted. He didn’t want Jason stumbling in the dark and getting hurt because of him. He didn’t know why he didn’t untie Jason while they were still in Lucas’s room. All he knew was that he wanted to humiliate Jason before Ivy. Well that worked out well for all of you, didn’t it, he thought to himself and blushed at such an uncharitable thought. He had always thought himself to be a good person. A good person who ties up his best friend. The Peter inside Peter's head went, Neener, neener, neener! and he blushed.
When they got to Jason’s door, Peter didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want Jason to know that he still had keys to the room, which left the problem of the locked door. While he was thinking, Jason reached for Peter’s hand and guided it to his pants pocket. Startled, Peter jerked his hand away before he realized that Jason was telling him where the keys were. Embarrassed, he retrieved the keys, careful not to touch Jason anymore than he could help. He unlocked the door and helped Jason inside the room before closing the door behind him.
Both stood awkwardly, waiting for the other to make the first move. Peter couldn’t help himself any longer and pressed his lips against the tape that kept Jason’s lips from him. He tasted raspberries from where Ivy’s lipstick had left its mark and the bitter metallic aftertaste of the duct tape. He pressed urgently but he couldn’t feel if Jason was kissing him back.
Jason wanted to grab Peter’s shirt and pull him closer to him. Being kissed by Peter again after weeks of silence felt so good. But his bound hands couldn’t get a purchase and his arms were in the way, preventing him from bridging the distance between the two of them. He raised his arms, intending to put his arms around Peter’s neck, but Peter thought Jason was trying to push him off and jerked away.
“I’m sorry,” said Peter. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
Jason raised his hands to his mouth and ripped off the tape, wincing at how it made his lips and cheeks burn and sting. He licked his dry lips and reached out to kiss Peter before the other could say anything more. Peter kissed him back urgently, then reached down and undid Jason’s buckle and pulled down Jason’s pants. Jason kept his bound hands above his shoulders and out of the way.
Gently, Peter reached down and found his rhythm. It felt strange doing Jason like this, Peter thought. Perhaps he should untie Jason first.
“Don’t stop,” Jason groaned. Peter could hear the urgency in his voice.
“Am I doing it right?” he asked. “Are you okay?”
“Hurry, Peter.”
Peter gently maneuvered Jason to the bed and helped him lie down. As Jason lay back and sighed in relief at finally being able to have some support for his quickly tiring arms, Peter kissed him passionately. The scent of Jason brought back powerful memories and Peter was nearly overwhelmed. He knelt down and tried to be gentle in his eagerness.
“Peter, I missed you so much,” Jason said. He wanted to say more but at that moment, a shudder of pure pleasure rushed through him and he had to stifle his shout of pure happiness.
When he finished, Peter took off his pants and lay beside Jason, waiting for his turn. But Jason didn’t make a move. Puzzled, Peter raised himself on one elbow to have a better look at him. Jason was lying on his back, his arms flung over his head, looking not at Peter but towards the ceiling.
“Peter,” Jason said in a small voice. “My arms are starting to cramp.”
Peter scrambled off the bed. He should have known! he scolded himself. It had been some time since they left Lucas’s room. Of course Jason must be in agony by now. Too embarrassed to say anything, Peter stood up and went to the study table to look for a pair of scissors. For the first time, he saw how messy the room had become since he had left. Jason was never a very tidy boy but Peter had been there to help straighten up. Now, dirty laundry was on the floor, papers and books were everywhere, and clothes were hanging off every available surface, including what had been his bed. He couldn’t find anything in the mess that Jason left the room in.
Another stupid mistake, Peter thought. He should have brought Lucas’s scissors with him when they left the room. That way, it would be handy when he needed to cut Jason loose, instead of making him wait like this. Jason must think him the stupidest person in the world.
Jason felt Peter get off the bed and watched him walk away and turn his back to him. He hadn’t been kidding, his shoulders were really starting to burn. He flexed his fingers in an attempt to promote blood flow, and wondered if they would drop off if they were deprived of circulation for too long. And he was still thirsty. And instead of helping him, Peter was opening drawers and overturning his papers on his desk. Jason suddenly recalled the times when he failed to satisfy Peter after getting pleasure in return and realized that Peter probably thought it was just another one of those times. No wonder he’s stopped talking to me, Jason thought. I wouldn’t keep myself around for long either.
But the pain between his shoulders was more urgent matter than self-reflection. Jason wondered if he should start gnawing on the tape and try to remove his bonds with his teeth, but changed his mind. Trying to get free without permission is probably not allowed, thought Jason. Would he settle for begging? At this point, Jason was willing to try anything.
But perhaps he could try something else first.
“I’m thirsty,” said Jason then cursed himself for how that must have sounded to Peter. Even tied up, you’re still giving orders. I don’t think that’s how Peter intended you to play this game.
Peter was startled away from his search. “I’m sorry.” He scratched his head. “If I bring you something to drink, will you promise not to spit at me?”
Jason’s shoulders slumped. There seemed to be no way to win this conversation, he thought.
Peter was torn between getting Jason something to drink or continuing the hunt for a pair of scissors. He didn’t know what Jason needed him to do first. Maybe he should just untie Jason so that he could get his own drink. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in drinking water. In his confusion, Peter continued to rummage through the desk drawers, uncertain whether he was looking for Jason’s alcohol stash or a pair of scissors. But while rummaging through the last drawer, he finally found what he was looking for.
Jason saw Peter coming at him with the box cutter. “Ngggghhh!” he cried out and put up his hands to try to defend himself. Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, he raced quickly through the Act of Contrition. However, it was only Peter slicing through the duct tape. The relief he felt at being freed of his bonds was palpable, although he winced at the pain of having blood rush through his veins again.
Peter slid the box cutter back in its protective sheath and put it down carefully. He sat down and gently took Jason's hands, massaging first one wrist, then the other, looking down the entire time. When he could feel his hands again, Jason put out his free hand and put it on top of Peter’s. Look at me, Jason willed him, but Peter kept his head down and continued to caress Jason's arm. He didn’t want to see the accusation in Jason’s eyes. He felt Jason’s free hand explore his pants but he pushed it away, realizing that Jason had probably been through enough for one night.
Jason tried to overcome Peter’s efforts to block his hand from the latter’s pants. Now he’s no longer in the mood, thought Jason and realized that Peter was probably still thinking that Jason was refusing to do his turn. He couldn’t blame Peter for thinking that. Jason’s face burned as he remembered when he abandoned Peter after Peter had jacked him off, because he had to study or turn in a paper, or worse, because one of the guys had called him out to play.
Jason tried to put his arm around Peter to try to get him back to bed. There was nothing he wanted more than to cuddle up with him. Perhaps he could get Peter back in the mood again and give him as good as Peter had given him earlier. But Peter had already stood up to put the box cutter back in its place. While he was at desk, Peter couldn’t help but straighten up a few loose papers and put some books back in place.
“Will you please stop cleaning up?” Jason said but he said it more harshly than he intended.
Peter was startled into letting go of the books he had been trying to shelve. In doing so, his gaze fell onto a loose sheet of paper that contained Jason’s full schedule. He couldn't help noticing that the words Kitchen Duty were on it.
Of course Jason didn’t want him fiddling with his stuff, Peter thought. Clearly, he lost all rights to the room when he made the decision to move out. He probably thinks I’m snooping, Peter thought and blushed in guilt. He wondered if Jason knew he still had his key to their room.
He looked at Jason but Jason was now busy massaging his wrists. He figured that Jason was irritated at him for leaving him tied up for too long. That must have really hurt, Peter thought, and waited in vain for that feeling of satisfaction at having hurt somebody who had hurt him. All he felt was guilt, and grief in failing to bridge the gulf between them.
“I’m sorry,” said Peter but Jason was focused on his wrists.
“It’s late,” said Jason. But Peter heard only Jason’s words and failed to pick up on the invitation in his voice. As he turned away to pick up the books he had dropped earlier in order to shelve them properly, Peter missed how Jason patted the space on the bed beside him. He couldn't bear to see their room in such a mess. Their room looked as if it had been used as an arena for the Extreme Fighting Championships.
“You’re right, it’s late,” Peter said. He picked up Jason's schedule, noted when Jason was on Kitchen Duty for future reference, and carefully tacked it up on the wall as a last gesture of goodwill. It fluttered to the floor and Peter had to try twice more before it stuck. He looked around the room and was overwhelmed by how much work still needed to be done. I can't fix this, Peter thought.
"I know you have to be up early tomorrow,” he said awkwardly, "so I'll see you tomorrow, I guess." Peter picked up his pants from the floor and put them on again.
That was not the response Jason had been hoping for. It used to be that we could read each other’s minds, he thought. What have I done? Aren't you just so good at everything you do, Jason scolded himself ironically.
"Wait, wait, don't go,” said Jason, getting off from the bed and stood in front of the door, barring Peter from going out. He wondered what he could say to make it right.
“Lucas is probably still tidying up there, you know?" Jason said. "And, well, here there's an extra bed."
Both of them looked at the mess that Jason had made of Peter’s bed. They could hardly see the pillows or sheets underneath the clothes and dirty towels and socks. Peter thought of his nice clean bed in Lucas’s room and suddenly felt tired. It had been a long night. He knew Jason was right. Lucas and Tanya were most likely still together and he would just end up wandering the halls of St. Cecilia until he could go back to bed. If he left here, he would have nowhere to go.
Jason’s hand felt so right in his, so warm and comforting. He hadn’t felt this way for a long time. And he was tired, so tired.
“Please stay,” Jason whispered urgently. He was still thirsty, but his hunger and his longing for Peter was even greater. He knew that if he let Peter go now, he might not get a second chance. “Please, Peter. We’ll talk about everything in the morning.”
Jason’s words hit the right mark. Peter let himself feel hope for the first time in a very long while.
“Talk is good,” said Peter guardedly.
Jason agreed. The last thing he wanted was to spook Peter and cause him to run away again. “Please let's not ever not talk again.”
“No, never,” said Peter solemnly.
Jason reached for Peter, held him tight, and nuzzled him gently behind the ear. “We can talk tomorrow. But tonight, I can think of other things we can do tonight.”
Peter smiled and allowed Jason to lead him home.