Ugh what is that stupid clicking?! Peter was pulled out of a very good dream by some sort of tapping noise, lifting his fist to rub his eyes slowly. He had yet to open his eyes, but he could hear Jason moving around, the laptop shutting quickly, and the creek as Jason lay down in his own bed. Why was he still up?! And why was he being so freaking loud? Didn't he know Peter had to be up early tomorrow for church? Maybe Jason got to sleep in and skip mass, but Peter was going to be forced out of bed in just a few short hours. He groaned, sitting up and opening his mouth to whine, when his hand fell over something plastic that made a crinkling sound under his palm. He opened his eyes, looking down to see what was lying across his pillow, and a small smile formed on his lips. Ohh my god…! He let his fingers curl around the red rose, hearing the plastic around it crinkle once again, but since he knew Jason wasn't sleeping, he didn't bother to attempt to be quiet, lifting the rose to his nose with all that romantic sappy shit you see on TV.

He looked over the rose to Jason, seeing the small smile on Jason's face, his still uneven breathing giving away any chance of pulling off sleeping. Peter had purposely not brought up his birthday this year. Every year, he made a bit deal over 'okay Jason, five days to my birthday, four days to my birthday' and so on, but he wanted to see if Jason would even remember his birthday if he wasn't reminded. And every year, Peter got a gift that he loved, but this… this simple red rose was the best thing he could ever remember Jason giving him. It wasn't just about him remembering his birthday. It was so sweet and simple and so much more love than even Jason probably knew.

Peter pulled the blankets off from over his legs, setting his rose on the night stand, and moving over to Jason's bed, pulled back his blankets as well. He softly, as if he actually thought Jason was sleeping, crawled into bed beside him, resting his head against Jason's shoulder and resting his hand on his chest. "Jase, I love you." He kissed Jason softly on the cheek and closed his eyes.

He was only slightly startled when he felt Jason wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him closer so they were flush against one another, kissing the top of Peter's head. "Happy birthday, baby." The words were obstructed by Jason's yawn, holding Peter as he cuddled closer, but Peter figured he had anything sweeter in a long time.

"Thank you." It was his turn to yawn, smiling into Jason's neck as they both drifted back to sleep. An hour into his birthday, and he could already tell it was going to be pretty great.