25 Sentences (Bare)
Lashes: Peter's eyelashes are longer than any boy's should be, sweeping across his flushed cheeks, and the sight is so utterly enchanting that Jason almost doesn't mind not being able to see his eyes.
Warmth: Saturdays are Jason's favorite day, when he can stay in bed well into the morning, Peter's body cradled against his, sweet and soft and radiating comfortable heat.
Sunset: Peter loves the way sunset light gilds Jason's skin and turns his hair to flame.
Shadows: Jason's fears wait until the silence of the night to creep up on him, slinking out of the darkness when Peter's breathing is soft and regular and he realizes again what they have just done but he can't pray for forgiveness because the night air is strangling him.
Driven: Nadia called him an overachiever; Jason thinks that if he had only worked as hard to keep Peter as he did to fit in he might still have him.
Imagination: Peter likes to think about what he and Jason will do after school, somewhere far away where nobody can tear them apart.
Window: Jason looks up from his notes to see Peter staring out the window at the spring trees, a dreamy smile on his face, and wonders if he is thinking of him.
Angel: Jason watches Peter sleep, cheek resting against one hand and lips slightly parted, and thinks he looks like something holy.
Roses: There can be no Valentine's day for them, no flowers or chocolates, but Peter wakes that morning to find a single scarlet rose resting on his pillow anyway and looks startled at Jason who just smiles.
Innocence: Jason wonders how Peter can still be so naïve after all these years.
Passion: In the privacy of their dorm Peter sheds his quiet persona, writhing on Jason with his head thrown back and his lips parted to spill gasping moans into the night.
Hot: Jason is glad that no one else can see Peter this way, this wanton creature that no one could ever guess hides beneath that neatly pressed uniform.
Reflection: Peter stares into the mirror and doesn't recognize himself anymore, because everything was Jason and now Jason is gone.
Festive: For Peter's seventeenth Jason throws him a party, and when all the guests have gone Jason pushes him down to the bed and they make out with fallen streamers rustling under their bodies.
Romantic: Jason isn't given to saying "I love you", but he lets his body speak for him; hands tenderly mapping every curve of Peter's body, lips tracing the line of his shoulders, lacing their fingers together as he presses inside him with infinite gentleness.
Celestial: Peter looks up at the stars and thinks of the universe and knows there has to be somewhere out there for them.
Bravado: With Peter gone, there is no longer anything real in Jason's life, nothing to hold the fragile lies together, but he keeps tight hold of the mask even when Peter's eyes beg him to let go just once and maybe they can be together again.
Chocolate: Peter's eyes are like liquid chocolate and just as addicting.
Cloud: On lazy spring afternoons they lay on the lawn and watch the clouds change, and Peter's hand somehow sneaks into Jason's and he lets it stay there.
Lick: Peter adores Jason, and some nights long after lights out he bends over the lean body, tongue tracing hot skin, worshipping.
Hurt: Losing Jason rips his soul in two and he doesn't know if he will ever live again.
Butterflies: The first time Peter sees Jason his stomach fills with fluttering wings and he knows there is such thing as love at first sight.
Rain: Jason tangles his hands in Peter's soaking hair and kisses him, laughing into his mouth while the sky pours down on their heads.
Shampoo: Sometimes they wake up long before the sun and shower together, and Jason pulls Peter close and massages scented lather into his soft hair, enjoying Peter's contented little moans.
Teeth: Jason leaves little crimson marks on Peter's chest and wishes he could scatter them up that pale throat so that everyone would know Peter was his.