signed, sealed, delivered.

message to steph with a special dedication to jamie xoxo

Almost subconsciously, Jason’s lips fell to the uncovered skin of Cory’s neck. Although pale and soft, marks lines faintly against it and smugly he reminisced when he placed each one there, tracing longingly with his kisses and trembling fingertips. “I love you Cory.” It wasn’t a sentence to convince the other of its passion or even honesty, but to point out that—yeah, Jason loved Cory with every fiber of his being and no opposing force in this world could change that. Whether they are together through every upcoming storm or standing beside each other almost meaninglessly to most, they’d, or Jason at the very least, tough it out and remember the times where nothing else mattered; just two people with a connection through one ultimate being. He sealed the deal with a kiss, of course, his lips moving steadily on the curly haired boys and wrapped his body closely to his. He fought for the tears that shed from both of their gazes, palm resting to the curve of Cory’s bony hips and pushing him back onto the plush sofa with successfully not parting their lips. Jason followed Cory’s every move with the line of his persistent kiss and leant down gently to cover his body with his own, hovering without anything else. He’d hoped it wasn’t a pushy move toward the older boy, asking for anything under the sheer passion of love they’d pushed toward one another. That was all Jason wanted or needed at this time, any time for a matter of fact. Cory was it.

Cory’s unsteady hands found their way under the thin fabric of Jason’s shirt, and quivering fingers danced along warm skin, from the small of his back, to the bumping trail of his spine, to the curve of his shoulders, and he forced himself away from slow-moving lips to pull up the hem of his shirt and peel it clean right off. His blurred gaze raked the expense of jason’s front, from the tiny roll of his stomach, the sun-kissed plains of his chest, the curve of his neck, skin littered with faded marks fashioned by Cory’s own lips in times when he couldn’t hold back from ticking a small love bite, despite Jason’s whines and playful protests. For a moment, he was rendered speechless, unable of any reaction but a small whimper, stunned into a stupor by personified beauty, perfection in it’s finest form, unadulterated love wrapped up in the soul of a boy who had been so, so good to him. So kind, gentle, compassionate, even when he’d been undeserving of such. “I love you,” Cory managed, his hands gliding smoothly along Jason’s body, pale skin contrasting brilliantly against bronzed. “I need you. All of you.” A trembling hand moved to slip against the curve between Jason’s shoulder and neck, until his fingers found yet again the wispy tufts of his hair. “Need to show you.. Baby, let me show you how much I love you.” He leaned in then to steal a quick kiss, before dropping both his hands to rest on Jason’s thighs, sliding them down to edge under the swell of his ass, and in one swift movement or two, he was on his feet, Jason’s legs held firmly around his waist, a slew of rushed “I love you”’s slipping past parted lips as he carried his lover down the stretch of hallway that separated the living room from their bedroom.

Jason blinked back the overwhelming pressure on his eyes, threatening to spill with each passing moment and sighed one last shaky breath. “That’s why I think… It’s…” Each statement broke off into a meaningless jumble of words that related in no sense to the two of them. His forehead creased in frustration, the thought alone of what he craved to whisper dully into the air. “This isn’t going to work out. You said yourself, a whole different country babe. Some place not here. I can’t just… Control you or hold a tight reign on you thousands of miles away. That would be so fucking selfish of me.” Jason huffed, wishing in that moment he could throw everything aside and refuse to leave the relaxed version of himself he’d morphed into since his arrival. Cory had changed or inspired some in Jason for the past few months. Jason was so incredibly proud of everything the boy did and encouraged. He was proud of what they built themselves, overcame the abnormality of the world and what wasn’t necessarily the ideal lifestyle. His heart and mind thrived off of everything they’d concluded being. He wasn’t ready to rid himself of the sensation, the extraordinary presence of his boyfriend-or not. “We should stop seeing each other as of now, so when I have to leave… It won’t be like this. You’ll be happy without me, babe.” Any sort of resolve Jason had built up broke down, his face convulsing into a broken stance as his fingers fell down from their position and twitched at each other frantically. His hands grasped the ring that adorned his whole being. It tore him up to even get a steady hold on the metal he was so attached to. “It’s only fair to you.” Jason kept that in the front of his conscious, hand grasping the closest clasp of Cory’s and slipped out just as fast to reveal the ring placed gently into his palm. “I love you and I always will.”