Again, Peter wrinkles his nose in the wake of that disarming kiss. Jason's mouth creates a constant struggle within Peter and not kissing him proves to take more and more effort as time goes on, especially when Jason's getting bolder as time goes on.
He hears Jason's words, then, and his hand falls from Jason's hair. Peter's aware that he's staring, trying to figure out how much Jason meant it, if he could kiss Jason, finally, right then and there without fear of being pushed away or scolded for it. He realizes that there's a very easy way to find out.
"May I kiss you, then?" Peter asks, cheeks flushing deeper at how formal and silly the request actually sounds once it's fallen from his face. The need to do it burns dangerously in his chest, but he won't do it without Jason's implicit consent. He'll fight the disappointment with valor, if he needs to, because one little step back doesn't damage the hundreds of steps forward Peter feels they've taken just since they walked through the door.
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He hears Jason's words, then, and his hand falls from Jason's hair. Peter's aware that he's staring, trying to figure out how much Jason meant it, if he could kiss Jason, finally, right then and there without fear of being pushed away or scolded for it. He realizes that there's a very easy way to find out.
"May I kiss you, then?" Peter asks, cheeks flushing deeper at how formal and silly the request actually sounds once it's fallen from his face. The need to do it burns dangerously in his chest, but he won't do it without Jason's implicit consent. He'll fight the disappointment with valor, if he needs to, because one little step back doesn't damage the hundreds of steps forward Peter feels they've taken just since they walked through the door.