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[jager thane ozwell]

Sweat. It was disgusting when it made your whole wardrobe cling to your body and show every curve you never had any intention of showing off. When you tossed your body out in front of hundreds of people and let the stage lights beat on you for an hour or so, you got kind of drenched in it. Not only was it gross because it make you sticky, it made you smell too. That was the only bad part about having to twirl your pretty little body around with a twenty pound bass hanging from your shoulder. Needless to say, it wasn’t the best conditions to be a rockstar. Either way, Jager Ozwell loved ever minute of it. Between the screaming fans and the loud music bursting from the performance, he loved everything. Standing in front of people and giving them their all to have a good time was like the best job in the world to him. For all he cared, you could compare him to a stripper and it wouldn’t really matter. He was working what he knew how to do and what he had for money and fame. Yeah, the jobs were kind of similar, but either way, he still loved it. Besides, Jag was too tall and gangly to slid around a poll for other people’s pleasures.

Stumbling his way through the hallway that would take the band toward their dressing room, he couldn’t wipe the stupid smirk from his plush lips. Jaspar, Jaspar, Jaspar. The name ran over his thoughts the whole time his feet greedily gobbled up the ground to take him back to the dressing room. A quick shower and he’d be ready to go for the rest of the night. He could still feel the soft ringing in his ears from the speakers and the screaming crowd. His heart was racing; still, but both from the show and what he was anticipating so badly. After the few weeks he’d pushed his way into Jaspar’s life, he’d been quite the filler for Jager. It was a good relationship, if that’s what you could consider it. He knew that the publicity of it all was going to take some time to getting used to, when ever they really decided to go all out and tell everyone about it. Doing that just meant they needed to flash a cute little snuggle and kiss in front of the press. It was easier done than said, actually. But when the good time came, he would openly say that he was glad to be able to have Jaspar clinging to his arm. He was rather needed; if he could say so himself. Either way, Jag wasn’t about to give it up. It was the best relationship he had had. And that was saying a lot.

The skinny boy loped into the shower, working with the hot water to quickly bath himself to be presentable. Sighing contently to himself, he worked the suds through his dark hair and thrusted his body up under the water to make the shower head course over his hair and free it from it’s soapy mess. Quickly flicking the water off, he stumbled out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. Jager quickly gathered the change of clothing he had brought with him and set it on the counter instead of the comfortable, clean place of his bag. He ran the towel back over his tanned skin and dropped it in with the rest of the dirty clothing collecting in the bathroom. Jager changed quickly, taking a quick glance in the mirror. His appearance had started to matter more now that he was actually with someone instead of lazily laying low and being single. Surprising, since you normally wanted to look nice for wandering eyes rather than for a single pair of them, but still, he thought it was best to look nice for Jaspar when ever he got the chance to be with him. Smirking at the cute smile he gave himself. “Alrighty, Jagster. Let’s do this.”

Working his way backstage, Jager allowed his eyes to start searching for the tall boy he so likely called his boyfriend. His teeth bit at his lower lip before a satisfied smile worked over his lips. There he was; working as normal. Though he seemed actually relaxed. That was rare for Jaspar. Well, Jager was about to change that. He sunk forward into a crouch, moving forward slowly with a childish grin bearing on his face.

Moving silently, he stalked past the few other people joining them backstage. He ignored the strange looks and the curiosity he felt from the on lookers. All Jager happened to care about was that Jaspar’s back was turned and it was the perfect moment for what he had in mind. He quickened his pace, still moving with silence. When Jaspar was in attacking range, he crouched down lower. “Hey you!” He squealed, pouncing and wrapping his legs around Jaspar’s waist. His arms clung around his neck, giggling as he felt them both go crashing to the ground. He stuck his foot out, making sure to catch most of Jaspar’s weight. Jager ran his lips against his shoulder, letting them run up his neck, only breaking to speak. “I,” another line of kisses. “Got,” and another. “Cha.” He nibbled on his ear softly, giggling childish. His legs were still wrapped around Jaspar’s waist while his lips finally stopped their trail once they reached his jaw. Jager moved quickly, turning Jaspar over so his back was against the floor.

He straddled his waist, leaning on his knees and letting his hands gently, but firmly grasp Jaspar’s wrists so they were equal with the height of his head. Grinning down at him flirtatiously, he ran his tongue over his lips. “Well, hi there. Have you seen my boyfriend? I think he looks a lot like you. Let’s not tell him I made a mistake and did this, okay?” Jager leaned down, firmly pressing their lips together. The cold metal of his dog tags fell from his neck, falling only Jaspar’s.


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[jaspar geoffrey murphy]

THERE WAS STILL THE RUSH OF panic that fled through jaspar's system whenever he saw the people crowd around. how he got put into this situation, he will probably never know. but part of him was just a little bit happy about it. sure, he hated, loathed, the concept of other people around him. but there was actually a person here for him. yeah. the one wasn't much compared to the others he had back home. but it was good enough for him. he could actually say he was with someone, brag about it. but that was only if he actually talked to someone. and if they asked about it. but the boy didn't really talk to many people. only when he had to. jaspar murphy was probably one of the shyest guys one tour. if not the only one. and yeah, he got made fun of. that was nothing new though. his mother always played jokes on him. thing was, no one really knew the damage it would actually do to him. except for one person. and that one person, well, he was the reason there was a small smile on jaspar's lips as he stood behind the table and exchanged shirts, posters, bracelets, hoodies, etc., with money. today, was actually a good day. or was going to be. or something. he didn't know, but part of him wasn't' worried. then the other part was just being his skeptical self; the part that always felt that something had to go bad. but he shook those thoughts out of his head. he should have been happy, or as happy as he could be while being surrounded by people. though, he didn't really have any reason for him not to be happy, it was his boyfriend's band flooding his ears after all.

"w-what can i g-get you?" he asked the new customer, trying to control his stutter and trying to make voice louder than it normally would have been. the stutter, that was something that would just never go away. and there was something in side of him, that was okay with it. 'cause, you know, it was a part of him, and he was slowly becoming more comfortable with himself. slowly, very, very slowly, but he was getting there. "can i get the purple shirt, the one with the snake on it, in a medium?" the girl asked, and he nodded in for a reply. moving over toward the box, he pulled out the correct shirt. once returning back over to her, he held it up for her, showing the size of it. "t-that'll be t-twenty dollars." a moment later, he was exchanging the shirt for a folded up twenty before moving onto the next person. he took a quick look at stage, catching a glimpse of his boyfriend, before he did so though. and this was basically the typical work day for jaspar. and he really wasn't going to fully complain about it. there was nothing wrong with what he had to do. except the mass amounts of people, but there wasn't he could do about that. and besides, it was a good thing for the band and his job. so, really, it was a win-lose situation, really.

at some point, he excused himself to the back to grab a few more shirts. and to maybe (just maybe) see his boyfriend on the way there. that wouldn't have been bad either. white teeth appeared over the top of his lip as he bit down into it as he walked into the backstage area. people were flooding around, and... well... jaspar still didn't like being around people. his chocolate brown eyes looked around the area, keeping an eye out for a certain person, but he didn't see him. instead, he just continued on forward with what he had to do. occasionally he'd wave at someone or smile at them when they'd say "hi" to him. he wasn't completely retarded and did have some social manners. not a lot, but there were a few inside that skull of his. his mother had taught him well, or so the both of them would have liked to think. after all, she had been the one to tell him right from wrong, good from bad. though, maybe that would have been a bit stretched. she had always told him that the good life would lead to him being happy, healthy and with a beautiful woman. and.. well... he was happy, and healthy... and with a beautiful person. yeah, he hadn't gotten the nerve to tell her about jager, the truth about jager at least. the little truth being that he was a.. well... man. jaspar didn't want to know her reaction to it. not yet. maybe by the time they got around to chicago he might tell her. or show her. or he just might avoid it as much as he could. yeah, he shouldn't have to feel that way, but with everything that had happened to him (which isn't really a whole lot if you cancel out the schizophrenia diagnosis and the teenage pregnancy), he felt that he had to prove that he was a good son, a perfect son... almost. not fully perfect, but he wanted to be a good kid. it wouldn't have been too hard. thinking back on it, jaspar decided that it was stupid from him to worry about her disowning him for dating another boy. she would still love him either way... right?

even with keeping a watchful eye out, he still managed to miss jager in the crowd. why? well, the next thing jaspar knew, he was falling to the ground. and the thing attached to him? well, he found out as soon as he heard the voice, a very familiar voice, hit against his eardrum. (but this was, naturally, not after an almost embarrassingly girlish scream slipping from jaspar.) heat rose to his face, like usual, turning it a lovely bright pinkish red color. no matter what though, he couldn't help but laugh just a little bit at jager. even if little shivers were sent through his body at the contact of the others lips on his skin. then before he really knew it, he was on his back and the other was straddling him. jaspar blinked a few times as he stared up at the other, eyebrows raised a bit. and yeah, he was aware that there were a few people staring at them. but he was just a little bit preoccupied by his boyfriend being on top of him, pinning him down (almost to the ground). and really, could he complain? well.. he could, since they were in public, but there might have been something in that face that he couldn't help but remain where he was.

"oh? is t-that so?" he asked with just the tiniest bit of a smirk. sure, jaspar was always the shy one, the quiet one. but he was slowly coming out of that little shell around jager. slowly, but surely. "i d-don't think he'd a-appreciate that." he pressed his lips against the others did once again briefly, rolling his eyes a bit. "get y-your a-ass off me," he stated, trying to get out of his boyfriend's hold. and failing quite miserably to do so. a small whine passed through his lips, when he gave up after a second or two, his lower lip moving forward into a small pout as he looked up at the other. "it w-would really s-suck i-if i got k-kicked off the tour because i'm n-not doing my job."

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CREDIT banner, template: mary jane. lyrics: ryan cabrera.
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[jager thane ozwell]

Publicly displaying affection was actually really easy for a lot of people to do. Okay, so sometimes it wasn’t so public and it was in the shadows or behind the tall aisle in the gas station, but either way, you weren’t in the comfort of your home. You were literally giving it a chance for someone to walk around the corner and see you knocking down that self stock of relish. It all depended on who you were really. If you were the type of person that would willingly just make face time with your intimate other right in front of tv cameras, then kudos for you. You were brave. Real big deal. But when you were famous, or well, in the tours sense, semi-famous, it made everything a whole lot different. With Jager’s lips being used for a lot more making face time these days rather than doing what they were good at and talking, no so many people were so in sighted on his and Jaspar’s relationship that should be. He didn’t really care about rubbing it in other people’s faces. He knew that a lot of that would be for Jaspar’s benefit. But having the satisfaction of knowing that Jaspar’s was his gave Jager a whole new out look on their relationship. He couldn’t wear the other on his arm; no no, that was far too tacky and out of Jager’s style. He would let the news wind slowly around the press, letting them all grasp onto it before they burst out with cover stories facing millions on the streets in sales racks.

So, if tackling Jaspar backstage in front of the whole crew and a few band members meant letting it leak out more, well then he’d do it a hell of a lot. He wanted other people to know that he was the one Jaspar came to for affection; comfort. Really, ever since Jaspar had won over Jag’s once chain linked heart, he’d been all the boy could really focus on. Sure, there was the music, but then their was Jaspar. This tour had brought him his live back, and then given some too. And all of that wrapped up in his pretty little head was like a fairy book story in the making. This wasn’t any fantasy though. Jaspar had just let out that adorable shriek and those people had just stopped to make sure he was okay. In all reality, he was living in his dreams. Okay, so his dreams had their clothing removed and not just screams leaving Jaspar’s mouth.

Whoa.

Shrinking back from the slipping thoughts that had just rushed though that hyper-active head of his, Jag shifted over Jaspar with a half-smirk lazily toying with his plush lips. His tanned hands curled over his boyfriend’s wrists, holding them down to the floor with his arm muscles working over time for back up. Even if Jaspar wasn’t that strong, he wanted to make sure he felt the security that Jager was bringing him; in all different ways. His head tilted to the side innocently, listening to the cute string of broken up syllables and words falling from Jaspar’s oh so testable lips. “Oh really? Well, I don’t really think you mind taking his place any time soon, do you?” His lips rushed back to Jaspar’s, demanding to give the boy more pleasure with his mouth. “Yep. I didn’t think so,” grinning, he ran his tongue over the fine course of his lips. In wait for Jaspar’s next response, his eyes took the time to swagger down over his boyfriend’s body. Ah, the typical working outfit for Jaspar.He couldn’t wait until his hands would be the ones shoving those clothing off of his body. God, where was his mind going these days? Okay, so the temptation to get into Jaspar’s pants for the past three months was finally catching up to him. He was being as patient as he could be, knowing that rushing this would ruins things. But honestly, he couldn’t hold it back much longer. After all, who would want to try and tame this stud?

“Actually, I’d rather not. You’re much more comfortable than the floor.” His eyes glinted with childishness as he grinned down at Jaspar. Adjusting his hold on his wrists, he shifted his hips as well. It couldn’t be missed that Jag had actually just pushed his hips down into Jaspar’s. A boy’s got to do what a boy’s got to do. Clearing his throat innocently, he arched an eyebrow with a rather seductivecute crooked smile framing his pretty little lips. “You’re right. It would suck. Good thing I got Mandy to cover for you.” His smile was innocent, as innocent as Jager Thane Ozwell could honestly be. He licked his lips again, not denying that his own chocolate eyes were locked on that other pair oh so close. “You’re not going anywhere but with me back to my apartment.” Jager remarkably mimicked the pout that had recently fitted Jaspar’s own lips. “I’ve hardly gotten any time with my Jassybear for the past week because of our busy rockstar life.” His pout deepened, trying to look as innocent and cute as possible. Could this work?

“I think cuddling up in that big bed of mine with those silk sheets and a movie sounds the perfect way for us to get our weekend on.” His hands slowly loosened around Jaspar’s wrists, only to have Jager bend down and capture his lips again. But this kiss was different. The sincerity of the way that his lips were holding Jaspar’s had the potential to blow all of his thoughts away and just focus on what he was doing. Moving his lower lip down slowly, he caught a better hold of Jasper’s. Tugging the other’s lower into his mouth, slowly, but lustfully, he let the plush skin sweeten the taste on his tongue while he gently sucked on it. Only seconds later did he pull away with his lips hardly off of Jaspar’s. “I really missed you,” he half breathed, half panted out. Opening his eyes slowly, he gazed down at Jaspar with a sweet smile. “Can I take my treasure back home yet?” Biting his lower lip some, he swallowed and sat up slowly, waiting for Jaspar’s response.


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[jaspar geoffrey murphy]

AT AN AGE OF NINETEEN, YOU could think that someone would have some general concept toward any type of relationship. but sometimes, jaspar felt like he was out of that little loop. after all, he had been involved in only one relationship in the past. and that had ended just about four, five, years ago. it could be safe to say that he was just a little bit awkward when him and jager started dating. for him at least. it had been bad enough that he was already awkward enough just around people in general. it always stuttered too much, blushed too much. he was too quiet, too intimated by other people. part of him didn't really know why this was, it's just something that's always been a part of him. maybe it was because of all the times his sisters and mother would tease him about his appearance and the things he did. maybe he had taken the blame for something just one too many times. it wasn't positive, but most of the time, the boy had always secluded himself from everyone. and honestly, it was surprising when he had just gotten his first girlfriend. but then again, she had been a family friend, the girl next door. it was really as cliche as it could get, but he had been content with that. it was simple and easy. there wasn't that much complexity to it and there were no problems. until the night that they both said that they loved one another, and one thing lead to another. nine months later, a baby girl had been brought into the world of japar murphy and karen knight. they had been happy for a while, almost like the perfect couple. but as most other high school relationships it went crumbling down. karen moved away from the city (not too far, but far enough for things to come unhinged), and jaspar got to see his daughter less and less. but he had grown thankful that he was at least see her a little bit. she helped him, a lot. at one point she had been the only thing he was still living for. it was when he realized this that he found parents to be less annoying. children were a gift, sometimes a miracle. he would be so lost without her, and it was only natural that he wanted nothing to happen to her. for a shy, insecure thing, jaspar had turned into one of those overly defensive fathers. thinking about it, he felt bad for when she became a teenager. god, was he going to be bad.

though, he couldn't' help but be paranoid about what would happen when everyone found out that he was with a guy. it scared the shit out of him when he thought about the outcomes. losing privileges to see his daughter, his mother kicking him out. but could you blame him for being paranoid? he never mentioned anything about liking the same sex, or any curiosity to anyone. he always found it safer to not experiment. and then jager came along. not that he was complaining. he was happy, so, so happy, but the paranoia still settled in his stomach. though, it had never been anything knew. he was always worrying, always thinking that something was going to get him, out to get him, his family, his friends. part of him didn't meant to think the worse out of everything, it was just... it just sort of happened. if something bad could happen, it always did. he tried hard not to think that way with jager though, but he also tried not to get his hopes up too high either. he still wasn't sure if he had actually wanted to be with a guy, if he actually loved him and was loved in return. in a few days, months, whatever, something could to end this. jaspar backing out, realizing he didn't like males that way. or jager just having enough of him, not liking him enough. but no, he wasn't going to think that way. especially when that said boy was ontop of him, kissing him. could he really think the worse out of it? no, he really couldn't. so he just let the thoughts slide out of his mind as he focused on the other. "y-your boyfriend h-has a good eye, c-caught q-quite the c-catch." he smirked, just a bit more, up at his boyfriend. and... well.. he couldn't miss the way the older's eyes trailed down. and, needless to say, his face heated up once again. yeah, sure, he almost figured that the other might have been a little.. frustrated. not mentally, but more of another aspect.. sexually, to be exact. jaspar always always the one who stopped things before they got too far. truth was though, he just wanted to be sure that he was ready for the first time they did it. almost like playing the virgin card, without being the virgin. most people who knew jaspar, knew about misty. which meant that they knew he wasn't a virgin. but at the same time, it had been only time he had ever had sex. even then though, he wasn't fully ready for it. it was just something that sort of happened.

another whine slipped passed his lips at jager's comment, and at the feeling of his boyfriend's hips pushing down onto his own. and even though he knew that he wouldn't be able to get out of the grip, he still tried to again. failed again as well. "g-good to know y-you care m-more about y-your c-comfort than y-your b-boyfriends," he pouted as he spoke, looking up at the other. "i-i truly d-don't l-like being o-on a dirty f-floor." and he really tried to ignore the little innocent act jager was doing. jaspar definitely should have known that he was really anything but that. or close enough at least. though, he didn't really pay much attention to that. instead, he had focused on the boy's next words. shaking his head just a bit, he let out a small laugh. "y-you're a p-persistent one, aren't y-you?" he asked, a small smile playing at his lips. "i t-think that s-sound p-perfect, too," he agreed with a smile on her lips. but really, before could say much, he kept the older's lips one his own. it was... different from before. that's really the only way he could really describe it. a small gasp fell through his lips at the same time jager slipped his lips around his bottom lip, sucking it just for a few seconds. his fingers curled up into almost fists as well, until they gently released themselves as the other pulled away. it might have been that moment when he really noticed that he might have been possibly truly falling for the boy. a moment after the other started to sit up, he released a breathe that he was half aware that he was holding. "y-yeah," he breathed out. "y-you can." his chocolate eyes looking up at the other, locking their eyes as a small smile slipped onto his lips. "but o-only if y-your t-treasure gets c-carried."

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[jager thane ozwell]

When you were busy fighting for not just your own life, but the millions of people back home and the fleet of soldiers that were tagging up behind you as you ran across enemy lines into their homes because that was your mission to keep your family free; you didn’t have a love life. Even after being sent home from war, Jager hadn’t gotten it out of his head that he was home in his own country. He couldn’t stand loud noises. That had been the first thing that he had trouble getting over. Any sudden loud noise had him cringing and wishing he could run and hide under something to get a plan on how to defend. After a few weeks of getting used to the music and how everything about it was loud he got the chance to actually calm down some. Then it came to people moving quickly around him. Base camp had those works locked into his brain; seek, fight, defend. He feared that they were burned into his forehead for all the rest to see. He had even accidentally almost man handled someone because they were talking and working around him. It had been a family friend, so at least there wasn’t any harm done. Being over there for three years straight had done something to him that nothing else could. It had reform him from his bad habits; from his terrible past. It had turn him into a good man and that was the best thing he got out of it. Sure, seeing other people die; watching the enemy die from something he did was the worse thing for everyone in that damn war to see. But if you look at it this way, at least the more people you contain and control, the faster you go home.

That was the main thing that kept Jager focused on his job. He made friends and he lost some, but really he was just there to get the job done. Even if he didn’t have a home to come to when he was done doing his time there, he still wanted out. Now, he could understand why his father had gone so crazy. Maybe that was why the war helped him too. It helped him so he wasn’t angry at his parents anymore. It helped him so he could forgive his father for what he had done. After leaving a hellish place like battle, there wasn’t anything sane about you. You were a different person than when you went over seas. Some people changed for the best, and others changed for the worse. Either way, you were different. That scared a lot of people when you came home. They wanted to love you but they didn’t know how to handle this new person, so that love faltered and then some things fell apart. Jager was one of the lucky ones. When he came home, he got a chance at a new start with only having a few family members left in Huston. He said his quick goodbyes and then it was easy for him to make his way out of the city and into a new life that he had planned for himself. And look where it was getting him. Just like before, you didn’t have time for relationships when you were recovering from going insane for a little while. But coming here on the tour had proved that he still had a will to find someone for himself. An attraction slipped into something more, and now Jag was proud to say that he was actually with someone. With Jaspar, it was a read fresh start.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in a relationship; he very much was. There was just slight fear there that he could be rejected out of it or heart broken. Falling for someone like this only happened once and Jager was positive that he was falling. He just hopped that Jaspar would be there at the end to catch him rather than him falling on his ass and looking like one while doing it. This was his first relationship since he had gotten back in the country and he couldn’t be more proud of it.

His thoughts were distracted by the cute sound of Jaspar’s stutter. He’d gotten so used to it by now that it was almost like it wasn’t even there. Jager felt a bit of color touching his cheeks; his cheeks for once and not the boy below him. “Aw, shucks. You think so?’ He giggled, shifting over Jaspar. So he was itching to be able to be the one that was able to experiment with Jaspar in bed. So what if it pushed the other to the point where he realized he wasn’t that into guys as he thought he was. Okay, so that did worry Jager. He didn’t want to push Jaspar into thinking that there wasn’t an attraction there for that kind of thing. Maybe he should wait until they were both ready. But he had been waiting. For three months now and he didn’t know if he could really hold back much longer. Grinning down at his rather adorable boyfriend, Jager let his hands toy over his wrists playfully as he struggled to become free yet again. Let’s just say those muscles from kicking ass over seas were still strong enough to hold down a skinny little Jaspar. Smiling innocently, he tilted his head to the side as he replied. “Nah. I’m pretty sure he’s comfortable. He’s got me holding him down.” Before he really had a chance to think, the words slipped from his lips. “It’s better than a public bathroom stall wall,” at realizing what he had said, a think blush colored his cheeks. Good thing it was hidden behind a dense shade of tan skin.

“I could just be being nice and letting you off of work early, but it you really want to stay and work more…” He let the sentence drag out without him really saying the end. A deep pout settled over his lips at the thought of Jaspar staying longer, therefore making him wait longer for them to be able to be together privately. Maybe he was rushing into things but you couldn’t blame him for wanting to be with Jaspar alone. Call him clingy all you want. He’d probably agree with you. “Good, now that we agree over something, I think it’s my turn to pick the movie. Since you know, you got to pick the last three times we watched one.” He smirked at Jaspar before he leaned down and pressed their lips together. He wanted to give himself a chance to explain just how much he felt for the other. For Jager, the only way to really do that was to kiss Jaspar like he never had before. In doing this, it was making his own body suffer from the fatal attraction they had both fell victims to for one another. Jager could say he was never more glad he had gotten so addicted to something. After pulling away, he waited for Jaspar’s response to what he’d just given him, knowing it was much more different than the normal hungry kisses they exchanged. This kiss had been slower; catching him afire from the inside out and making those flames slowly elapse over his entire body.

Jag smiled softy down at Jaspar, feeling his lips create a soft, shy smile. He nodded with a quiet giggle then, climbing off of Jaspar. He stood up, tugging the other with him. But before he had a chance to really stand straight, he bent down and let his arm hit the back of Jaspar’s knees. He picked him up, hardly even having a trouble with the weight. Smiling down at Jaspar, he headed to the back door where his car was parked, carrying him bridal style. One day, maybe they’d be in a different scene and a ring would be firmly set around his finger. Smiling to himself at the private thought, he lifted his foot and pushed the door open, not faltering once. “You know, if you didn’t have a three year war veteran carrying you and doing this, I think you should be a little worried.” He smirked to himself, leaning down to peck his lips. Skillfully holding Jaspar with one arm and opening the door for him, he dipped him down and set him in the seat, leaning in to capture his lips again for another one of those rare passionate kisses. He closed his eyes, enjoying the angle of Jaspar’s lips that he had a hold of. Sighing softly once he pulled back, he smiled sweetly at him and kissed his cheek. Jager leaned back and closed Jaspar’s door, crossing the front of the car to get to his own seat. He buckled himself in and cleared his throat. “Have you talked to Misty lately?” If one thing Jager was excited about meeting family, it was meeting Jaspar’s daughter. He loved children; he always had. He glanced at Jaspar before having to turn his eyes back to the road.


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[jaspar geoffrey murphy]

ON A VERY RARE OCCASION, IT it was possibly that jaspar could surprise himself. once in a blue moon, he felt a real urge to be something other than himself. or maybe that should be every other blue moon. but that's really not the point. there were definitely things that surprised people more than they should have. like him actually starting a conversation. or... dragging a conversation on, keep it going. wasn't that how he ended up going on a date with jager and started their relationship? yeah, sometimes trying to forcing himself out of his shell did lead to good things. but sometimes, it just ended up with him making an ass out of himself. these were the occasions were he said something "out of character" and usually happened when he got a little amount of sleep. it was those times where he said just one thing, or did just one thing out of his "comfort" area. it was when he didn't fully filter something before he continued on with whatever he was doing. though, he'd definitely have to say that it was better than facing everyone while having an "attack." it was so, so much better. at least with the making an ass out of himself didn't have people looking at him like he was on drugs, or asking a million and one questions. that's the way he saw it at least. and he really tried hard to think positively. there was so much he had now to keep himself around, to acknowledge all around him. whatever you wanted to say it was. and really, most of his really did have to do with the fact that, for the first time in who knows how long, jaspar was actually happy. well, happy with someone who wasn't part of his family.

as corny, cliche, cheesy, as it was, jaspar may have fallen just a bit at the first sight of the boy. fall in like at least. love was something that he knew very well took so much longer, and was never an easy thing to spot at first. and honestly, he was finding it funny that just eight months ago, jaspar couldn't even form a complete sentence around the older male. though, it didn't really help that it was just something that happened whenever he first met people, or was still getting used to their presence. but for some reason, his stutter, his shyness, his blushing, they all just seemed to get worse whenever jager ozwell was around. and it also didn't help that he had been having a few curious thoughts before then. but after the first time seeing jager come off the stage, smiling face and tanned skin glistening in sweat, he found that those thoughts slowly started to feature that very male as the star of them all. that might have definitely been the cause for the increased embarrassment around him. well, that's what jaspar used to always tell himself at least. but, things didn't turn out all that bad now. no, he had worked up the courage and tried to actually starting a conversation with him. that same night have been the first night that he had ever kissed a guy. and, well, he hasn't really had any complaints about it. after all, he was still kissing the guy after three months. he may have actually enjoyed it more than he thought he would. and part of him really wanted to shout out to the world that jager was his and only his. but honestly, he's heard the conversations from a few fans at the merch stands. and.. well, he really didn't want to get his ass beat by a bunch of teenage girls. thanks, but no thanks. and really, jaspar never really shouted anything out. his personality was all too quiet for that. and there may have been the whole thing where he didn't want to get yelled at by his parents (or have the possiblity of it). and he wasn't really sure if he was ready to explain to his daughter as to why he was kissing another boy and getting jager's "cooties" (or was she still too young to know what those were?).

a smile flooded over his rosey lips at the other's giggle before he nodded. his teeth grazed over his bottom lip, biting down gently before releasing it. sure, the two weren't ever fully over each other in public, (if he remembers correctly, this might have been the most "couple-y" they've ever been in public.) but he know that they'd have to come out fully eventually. whether it be by themselves, or by someone else. and he could deal with that. maybe. jaspar had never been the type for being the center of attention. he always backed off from the stages, the spotlights. he liked being in the background without a major role in some new cheap budget film. the background was comfortable and he was okay with just being an extra. if he was ready for the fans to know who he was, for anyone to know who he was, he wasn't too sure. but he would be able to deal with it when the time came. or at least act like he could. but for now, he wasn't going to worry about that. for now, he was just going to be content with the fact that his boyfriend was currently above him, looking down with one of his stupid ass smiles on his face. and honestly, he was more than content with it. even if the occasionally feeling of eyes on them made him feel just a little bit uncomfortable. though, he didn't really express this to the other one. and by the time he felt the next wave of the eyes, he was too busy glaring, sort of glaring, at jager. this glare soon, quickly transformed into a somewhat normal expression. he blinked before his face turned another lovelly shade of red. (he sometimes wondered if anyone in the family was related to a tomato. like, maybe as a cousin or something. it could always be a possiblity.) but really, part of him didn't want to know. so he just shook it off, or blinked it off, without a word. "i-i'd still r-rather b-be someplace a l-little l-less hard," he muttered, looking up at the boy, still feeling the heat on his cheeks.

despite the pout that had set over jager's lips, a small smile formed on jaspar's. "i t-think it's v-very nice of you," he stated, leaning up breify to press a small peck on the boy's lips. "h-honestly, i don't t-think i could h-handle another f-fan exclaiming t-their love for you." and yeah, maybe jaspar did get a little bit jealous at the fact there were a few fans that came up and exclaimed their love for the boy and how they were going to marry him and how they wanted his children. if he were me outgoing, he would have definitely bitched them all off and tell them all that he was taken, that he was his. but he was far too shy for that. and he still valued his life, and it wasn't really all that appropriate. soon maybe, but not just on a random impluse like that.

"b-but your t-taste in movies s-suck," he teased, sticking his tongue out just a blit. "no, i'm k-kidding. you can. j-just as l-long as it's n-not something c-completely c-cheesy." yeah, sure, he was maybe a bit of a sucker for romantic comedies, but when they got too cheesy and too artifcial, he had the ability to glare at the screen throughout the whole movie. but after feeling jager's lips on his, feelng something just a bit more different than it used to be, made him thing that they might not exactly be watching a movie. fully at least. and really, he just might be okay with that.

a small giggle of his own escaped his lips as jager picked him up, an arm clinging around his shoulders. his teeth were attached to his lower lip while he was being carried, but that didn't stop the smile from being there. really, this might have been one of those times where he wondered how he managed to get this great of a guy, but then he'd quickly change the subject in his head. he didn't need to jinx anything. it was too early. so instead, he's focus on pretending like they weren't getting weird looks as they left the venue and headed ot his car. jaspar's fingers playing with the chain of the older's dog tags, sliding over the heated metal, sliiding a finger underneath and twirling it a bit. maybe that was something that had grown to become a nervous habit. or maybe just a habit in general. either thing could have worked. but he didn't get to do it for long, as soon they were at jager's car, a small smirk appearing over his lips. "you k-know, i t-think i still m-might be w-worried" he teased the boy again, before ducking his head in as his boyfriend placed him in the car. his brown eyes had looked up at the other, before their lips were together once again. but this time, as jager pulled away, he started to feel himself lean toward him, trying to connect their lips again, before he quickly sat back with a blush on his almost too white skin. (sure, it was tanner than it used to be, once upon a time, but it still sucked for trying to find any sort of color rising to his face. though, he still placed a smile on his lips as jager kissed his cheek, closed the door and got into the car himself. in the process of that, jaspar had placed his own seat belt on, before frowning breifly. "no, n-not t-today, he said, almost too depressed. but he had gotten used to hearing her voice every day. but there was still a little bit of time before she would have to go to bed for the night. jaspar just hoped that she would. but for now, he wasn't going to worry about it too much, not while jager was driving them back to his place. misty was perfectly fine, could have been too busy before hand, or could have just went to bed earlier without notice. either way, he tried not to be too paranoid about it.

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[jager thane ozwell]

The only fear he had for their relationship was if he just happened to get called back to war. Jager wouldn’t know how to tell Jaspar. He felt like he was so close to walking on thin ice with the boy that he didn’t want to have something happen that would put him back on that ice. He was more comfortable with Jager now, it seemed. He didn’t want to have to have something happen where he was be tricked and he’d fall through the ice he had been walking on all along. Of course, it was just a saying, but Jager had a feeling that if he had to break the other’s heart by leaving, he would feel like he had fallen through frozen water. Just thinking about it made him want to promise even if he did leave, he’d always having his heart with Jaspar. It might not seem like much of a promise, but at least it was a promise in all the same. Jager had never broken a promise he had made for Jaspar. He wasn’t about to keep the on going streak from being over with. He just wanted to be at peace with the other boy and never have to break the news that he was going to be shipped back off to war. In doing that, it had Jager scared. He wished he never would of signed himself up if he would of known he was going to meet someone like Jaspar. But without the war, he wouldn’t of done the music or the band. So, in someway, he was thankful for it too.

Upon hearing Jaspar’s rich stutter filled voice, he turned his eyes back down with a bright smile playing over his face now that he had just dropped the thoughts hangs low in his mind. He swallowed, letting his hands drag down across his chest. “I bet you would like that,” he chuckled softly, offering a cute boyish smile. “Good, cause I own her a personally taped video for her sister that’s been begging to see us live since Mandy started working for the tour.” He rolled his eyes, lifting a hand to gently push the deep chestnut bangs away from Jaspar’s eyes. He tilted his head some, taking in what the boy had to say. Jager was always so patient with Jaspar’s stutter. He never rushed him to speak. He always allowed him to get the words out, even if the boy happened to be having a lot of trouble just to complete a sentence. You could tell Jaspar didn’t like his stutter that much either, so Jager wasn’t going to make it any worse and make fun of him for that. Doing that would make him feel like a complete asshole and he sure as hell wasn’t about to even try to do that to Jaspar. It just seemed so unlike Jag that it made him glad he had become a reformed person after fighting for his life over seas. He wouldn’t of been a good person for Jaspar if he hadn’t of changed. He would be the very opposite.

A laugh left Jager’s lips, shaking his head. “Jaspar, please. You know you’re the only one for me. You should be able to look at them and be like ‘oh, well, I heard he’s already taken’ and piss them off.” A smirk rewarded his lips at what he had said. “Besides, I only love you and that’s all that matters.” He froze seconds after saying the words. The nervous habit he’d taken from Jaspar took over, letting his teeth hold his lower lip. He adverted his eyes, swallowed nervously. He had been wanting to say those words to Jaspar for weeks now, but he didn’t want to rush into everything and scare Jaspar with them. Now, they had just easily slipped out without him being worried about it at first. Now, he was worried that in saying the words, Jaspar would freak out and have to rush away. What would that say? He didn’t want to have to watch him walk afraid in fear that he wouldn’t be coming back. Releasing his lip, he glanced away quickly to gain back the normal confidence he had with Jaspar. He turned his brown eyes back down to the boy when he felt like he could just push the nervousness away. He cleared his throat, going back to listening to the next bit of what he wanted to say. “Ugh! Nu uh! I pick great movies!”

The pout slipped back into place before he heard the gentle apology from Jaspar’s plush lips.

Sighing as he picked the other up, he shot him a look after finding that his own boyfriend didn’t confide in him. So, just to scare him, he let his arms drop, pretending he was going to drop Jaspar. He caught him again, smirking and keeping his eyes forward. “Still don’t trust me?” He arched a single eyebrow, allowing himself a small peak at Jaspar. Once he had his boyfriend the car and his lips were against his, he was perfectly just fine with staying here with Jaspar like this, but that would mean they wouldn’t be able to get back to the apartment to get to… other things. But when he pulled away and caught Jaspar following after him, he couldn’t help but smile softly. He pecked his lips again, giving him what he had wanted before he fell back against the seat and kissed his cheek. He shut the door and crossed over, getting into the seat across from Jaspar. He glanced at his boyfriend once he mentioned that Misty hadn’t called. He offered him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure she’ll call.” His voice was softer, more sincere. Jager cleared his throat and turned his rich eyes back to the road.

Somewhere between their short conversation in the drive back to his apartment, his hand had snuck over to gently rest on Jaspar’s thigh. He felt comfortable; like he wasn’t going to have to rush himself to get to Jaspar when they got home because he couldn’t stand the wait anymore. He just needed a simple touch in other to slow himself down. Taking in a breath, he pulled into the parking lot, smiling to himself. “Ah, home, sweet home.” He glanced at Jaspar as he removed his hand, and grabbed his keys. He pulled them out and gout out of the car. Heading around front, he climbed the short stairs with Jaspar, getting his key and unlocking the door. He tried to be casual as he shut it behind him and toed off his shoes. But the urge he was feeling was being driven from something he couldn’t control. Biting his lower lip, he glanced at Jaspar before he made his attack. His hands grabbed his wrists, pressing his body to Jaspar’s and applying pressure to pin him back against the wall. His hungry eyes met the other pair briefly before he pressed their lips together in another one of those passionate kisses with a bit more speed added onto it. A needy moan slipped from his lips as he released Jaspar’s wrists and let his hands slid up his sides, teasing the hem of his shirt. His finger tips ghosted over the skinny front of his waist under the fabric of his shirt, feeling his skin burn for more of the feel of skin on skin.


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[jaspar geoffrey murphy]

FOR THREE MONTHS, JASPAR HADN'T HAD many regrets, or too many worries. though, he still hated himself for the several "attacks" he had been through while he had been around the other. and he may have hated himself the night jager caught him in the bathroom throwing up the food he had just previously eaten. he was sure that he was going to hear about it for who knows how long. but that's not really what happened. the boy just asked if he was okay, and jaspar just lied... saying that he was sick, or something. a word was never spoken about it again. though, he still tried to be careful when he was around jager. he didn't want the boy to worry about it. 'cause there really wasn't anything to worry about. jaspar was perfectly fine, he just had a few insecurities, who else didn't. but even though jaspar had lied so easily to his boyfriend, he felt like shit for it. but he was pretty sure the other knew, he somehow just knew that he threw up after most meals because he was afraid of gaining weight. but part of him still pretended that the scene never happened, it was just easier that way. but.. well, maybe he had had a few regrets, but not a lot. he was falling, he knew he was, even if it did almost scare him a little bit every time he caught a glimpse of the chain around jager's neck. if the other did ever have to get sent back overseas, he really did not know what he would do. probably lose his mind more than he already had.

shaking his head a bit at his boyfriend's response, he gave out a slight laugh. sometimes, he wondered how he managed to end up with this one kid. out of all the people on tour. and honestly, it wasn't him complaining it either. he liked almost every little thing about him. sure, they had their differences and bickered occasionally, but what couple didn't? but when jaspar thought about these things, he was a good thing. often at least. sometimes, the other almost seemed way too good for him. like jager actually deserved someone better than himself. but that was just him being insecure. but then when those thoughts started to creep on him, he started to get paranoid that the boy was just going to leave him. that he was going up one morning and jager would be completely out of his life for good. jaspar tried to push those thoughts out of his head as soon as they came though. he couldn't let himself break down because of what his thoughts were telling him. it wouldn't be right. jager wasn't going to leave him. yes, it was a typical teenage girlfriend thought, but... it helped him get by. help him not fall into a slump where jager would keep asking if he was okay. he didn't want to worry the other, or rise up conversation that didn't need to be had.

a blush fell over his face at the boy's first comment. and then his face just completely turned red when that one little phrase being said. but a smile still formed over his lips. he hadn't ever heard the other say that he loved him, but he was actually happy to hear the boy say it. "i-i l-love you, too," he stuttered, as usually, out, the smile still on his face. "but you c-can be th-the one to p-piss off a-all the fan girls. i-i prefer n-not to have th-that duty." he smirked a bit, and he was really trying not to make a big deal about the whole thing. it was just three little words, well, four, but still. it was something that was actually meant to be special, meaningful, but he had been able to say them so easily to jager. much easier than when he had sent it to karen all those years ago. that night that he had lost his virginity and the night little misty had been conceived. but he wasn't going to think about his ex now that his boyfriend was basically on top of him still. now, all his thoughts were focused on the older boy, the boy he was happy with. but he did still have to laugh at him sometimes. like now for instance. "wh-whatever you s-say, j-jag," he teased, smirking a bit as he looked up at the boy.

his grip tightened on his boyfriend's neck as he almost dropped him. "no-not if you're go-going to keep do-doing that," he muttered, taking a quick glance down at the ground. but it wasn't much longer until he was actually in the car and he was safe. a smile and a blush both over his face at the kisses applied both to his lips and his cheek. though, the subject of his daughter did bring him down a bit. "i ho-hope so," he said, frowning down at his hands. his mind was going, thinking all the things that he would normally do when she didn't call. thinking of all the things that could have happened to her. no, karen would have called him if something did, right? he really, really fucking hoped so. all the thoughts were almost faded out by the feeling of jager's hand on his thigh. a small blush crept up his neck at the feeling, but there was still a smile on his lips. he looked down at the hand for a moment, before looking out the window for the rest of the ride. watching the world fly by in liness and blurs of different colors. but soon, he was getting out of that car and entering the very familiar apartment of one jager ozwell.

but it wasn't too long before he was being pushed against the wall. a gasp fell through his lips at the feeling of the hands once again around his wrists and the hard wall against his back. his own dark eyes looked at the other's before the space in between them was closed when jager pressed his lips against his. and all he could really do was kiss him back, matching the speed and the passion. then, part of him would be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised when he heard the moan coming from jager as he released his wrists. but another part of him enjoyed that he did. the moment his wrists were free, his hands immediately found their way onto jager's shoulders. the fingers of one hand itched closer to his neck before curling gently in the curly locks on his boyfriend's head. though, that grip was tightened when he felt his fingers sliding under his shirt, pressing against his skin. a soft gasp, moan, slipped from his lips against the other's at the feeling as well.

TAG jager ozwell.
WORDS 1,148
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[jager thane ozwell]

Even though Jager happened to love children, he couldn’t see himself having one. No, not at the age and position he was at. To get someone pregnant while there was a chance of you going back to war was just like knocking someone up and then heading out of town. He wouldn’t do that to anyone he was in a relationship with, though he was sure Jaspar wasn’t about to get pregnant any time soon. But he knew that Misty didn’t have the brightest idea’s that her father was with someone now. He knew that he’d be classified as a friend when ever he finally got the chance to meet her, and he would have to try and not allow that to hurt him. He knew that he was really more than that to Jaspar; and he hoped he always would be. A friendship after a relationship wasn’t possible really. There were all of those memories that made you think of that person either less or more as something that just a friend. They could be your enemy for breaking your heart, or on top of your hearts wish list. Jager just hoped that in a few years, maybe months even, that he’d be able to know he was ready to settle down with someone for sure. Jaspar seemed like the best thing for him. Even though Jager wanted to help fix him; make him better, he knew it would be hard work. But because he still wanted to know that even after knowing how much it was take was what mattered so much to him.

Thinking back to when they had been backstage made Jager’s lips curl into a gentle smile. He knew that when he did let those three little words slip from his lips that he wouldn’t really know what to expect back from Jaspar. If he didn’t respond with the same, Jager could understand that. It would take some time and he was willing to wait that time. He didn’t have to just rush back into saying it like it mattered so much, when really, hearing those three little words meant to world to him. If he just had to wait a little longer to hear them, then that was fine with him. Sinking down into his seat, he thought of the way it made him feel when he had heard Jaspar respond with the same words. Grinning to himself, he glanced over a the other, watching as he gazed out the window. Now was one of those times when Jager was so thankful that he had someone as beautiful as Jaspar. Really, the attraction he had was half fueled by the boy’s quiet, shy nature. It had made Jager curious and now that he had figured out why he was so shy and timid, he just couldn’t let his curiosity disappear. He was so used to finding out new things from Jaspar that when he didn’t, it just felt like an off day. But today was different. Jager had a new idea that he wanted to command to the words and he wasn’t about to just let it fall through into the cracks of the back of his mind. Oh no. He was going to bring this place to the surface and go through with it.

He hoped. For his plan to go through, he had to have Jaspar’s final agreement on it was well. Jager couldn’t do this alone. He couldn’t without being forceful at least. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Jaspar half to death and send him running. So, when they got home and he started getting nervous about the whole working the plan out thing, Jager decided to just wing it. If Jaspar got afraid and pushed him away, then so be it. He’d have to promise he’d never do such a thing again, which he would not break. It would be Jaspar’s choice when they happened to get to know each other physically as well as mentally. It would hurt like hell to have to be rejected like that, but he would have to learn to accept it. Jaspar wasn’t like other people and Jager prized him for that. He knew that dealing with his episodes and eating disorder were all apart of the plan to have Jager fix his boyfriend. Well, maybe not fix him, but make him better at least. You couldn’t really be asking as much as to fix the person you loved because when you already loved someone and tried to fix them, you figured out that you loved them for their flaws in the first place. Jager could do without the bulimia though. That was something he wished he would of never found out about. Seeing Jaspar just bent over like that and seeing his face as he lied so easily. It had hurt, but Jager had just walked away acting like he knew nothing.

So, in Jaspar’s response to his body being pressed into the wall, Jager expected the gasp at least. For the few seconds their eyes flickered together, Jager was getting the feeling that everything was actually going to be okay. Jaspar would be thanking him for this instead of crying over something horrible that they had done. Either way, Jager just wanted to let things play out like they wanted to. He wouldn’t be thinking of alternative ending or harsh ways for things to end. He would see the glass as half full and keep his eyes adjusted to that level. There was nothing that could make him see Jaspar as something less than what he thought of him now. With their lips pressed together in a heated kiss, Jager wasn’t sure of how fast he was allowed to go. He knew going slow would torture his body, but he didn’t want to risk making a too-quick move that would freak Jaspar out. The moan that had just left his lips he had no control over. It just felt so nice to have his body pressed tightly against Jaspar’s. It made him eager to want their skin touching. So, his hands slipped against his body, traveling over the skin eagerly with a rush of passion flooding from his lips. Hearing the own explosive moan leave Jaspar’s lips, Jager couldn’t felt but start to feel the pulse in the front of his jeans. The denim all of a sudden felt a little too tight for his own comfort.

Pulling back with a full panting motion, he grinned lustfully at the boy he had pressed into the wall. “God, I love you,” he slurred before tightly pressing their lips together again. Jager leaned down some, still refusing to release his hold on Jaspar’s mouth while his hands slipped down to pull the boy’s legs up and around his waist. Moaning against softly at the brushing pressure on the front of his jeans, Jager turned and walked to his bedroom. Making sure to be careful in the way he walked and the way he set Jaspar down against the bed. He quickly moved over him, straddling his waist line with eagerness. His dog tags fell from his neck, clicking onto Jaspar’s chest before he pulled his mouth away again, but quicker this time. He sat up and jerked his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. One bit of clothing gone. Just two more to go. Jager’s hands ran up under Jasper’s shirt, feeling his hips grind down need-ily for some of that friction that would ease the dying rush for pleasure in his body. He wanted to slow down, but his mind wasn’t allowing that. He wanted Jasper’s body, and he wanted it now. Driving his hands up along the boy’s body, he lifting his shirt off, tossing it off into the same destination as his own.

Marveling his eyes over the boy’s body with a lopsided grin, he leaned back down with his hands caressing his side. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered into his mouth, dropping his hips down with another eager grin. A soft groan triggered from his throat. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.” He lined a wet line down to Jaspar’s throat.


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[jaspar geoffrey murphy]

JASPAR WASN'T ONE OF THOSE TYPE of people who did anything for attention. he didn't want a spotlight, or an audience. everything jaspar did was things he felt were right in a way. he tried to not act completely on impulse. most things were planned out, thought about. though, most things that he did think about, spent hours, days, months, thinking about, he never did. he was too shy, too nervous, to do anything. that could have been why he had been lonely for those four years. or maybe that was just a combination of different thing. jaspar had just always been too careful with the things he did, whenever he was around people. his actions were never spontaneous, there was always something behind them that just.. had to be reasonable. there was already enough on jaspar's plate for him to be made fun of for: his annoying stutter, his almost way too girlish figure, his ridiculous blush. he didn't need to add onto that. so instead, he repeated the same notions every day he had to work, and then worked off of every one else. in his head though, jaspar always liked to picture himself without the stutter and just a bit more outgoing than he already was. it would never happen, but it was nice to picture what he would have been like if he was "normal." well, once again, as normal as the boy could get. there would still be a few screws out of place, but that was something he'd have to deal with on his own. sometimes, he could be too stubborn to accept help from anyone else. but that was just how he had been for most of his life about his problems. stubborn and refusing of anyone else's help.

the feeling of jager's body against his own wasn't all that unfamiliar, but it still rose a shock though his body. they've been in situations where they were so, so close, fingers traveling over each other's skin, lips frantically pressing together, bring more and more heat between them. it wasn't an unfamiliar scene between the two, but there were things that it had never lead to. things that he had known that jager wanted, but he wasn't ready. so instead of continuing on with the scene, jaspar always stopped them, pulling away quickly before anything else could have been done. it wasn't that jaspar was by any means a "prude" he just didn't want to give the boy everything if it was only going to have him get off. he didn't want to become a toy, a means to just let the other release all the built up sexual tensions. jaspar actually wanted something deeper with jager. as lame, cliche, and girlish that sounded. but it was true. part of him wanted to fall completely for him and have him be "the one." (okay, so maybe he had gotten stuck watching way too many chick flicks with all his sisters. and they may have really done some feminine damage on his mind. but he never talked about it, so it was all good. right?) and this time, with jager pressing him against the wall, lips against one another, hearing the previous words echo through his ear, he may have known that he was something more to jager. and now, now was just... it.

his breathing was heavy, panting, when jager pulled away briefly and slurred out three of his favorite words to hear from the boy now. but the other's lips were on his too soon for him to let anything out. so, instead of speaking, or trying to, he kissed the boy back. though he may have stopped momentarily to gasp when jager lifted his legs around his waist, gasping a bit at the light friction at the front of his own pants. and, yeah, jaspar might have been a bit too lost to stop. but then again, he might have not stopped this time around anyway. feeling the soft bed against his back was a bit of a relief. but it totally beat any of the other objects his back as been against today: the floor, the wall, the car's seat. yeah, the bed was definitely better than them all. this time, when their lips parted, his eyes watched the older boy, watching as he slipped his shirt over his head. still panting slightly, lips parted just a bit, his eyes traveled down a bit looking at the male's chest. though that was cut short when he felt hands sliding under his shirt and hips grinding down against his own. jaspar's breath caught in his throat as his eyes stuttered close for a moment.

and soon, they were both shirtless, and jaspar just feel a little bit self conscious right then. but a heat still fought it's way onto jaspar's face at his boyfriend's compliment. his head tilted back back the moment jager's lips made contact with it. "p-please," he muttered a reply to the other. part of him meaning for him to keep that promise no matter what, and another just meaning for now as his hips took their own control and grind up against the boy with a small moan. he knew that he was probably just sounding just a bit more than desperate, but his pants were getting to become almost unbearable. on the inside, he was mentally cursing the day he started to wear only tight jeans. though, that probably wouldn't stop him from wearing them again. but that isn't really important right now, is it? after all, jaspar was more focused on the male on top of him and what they were, or were not, going to do. and honestly, it was itching more toward the "going to" than the not. that's what he thought at least, as his hands slipped onto the boy's skin, sliding down the tanned flesh along his sides, fingertips soon running along the waist band of his jeans. his skin was almost itching to feel more of the other's skin pressed against his own, tame the burning feeling inside of it, or whatever it was. he... they both needed this, to get closer like this. and now, now was definitely a good time.

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PAUSE HERE KIDDIE EYES. ;D THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GO DOWN THAT YOUR MOTHER WOULD NOT WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT. CONTINUE WITH CAUTION.

Every time Jager had tried to pressure the other into doing maybe something a little more relationship like, Jaspar’s quick disposal of what they had been doing always shocked Jager some. And each time he would have to tell himself not to whine and protest to them stopping. Every time he did feel a pout slip on his face, he’d feel like an ass for pressuring Jaspar to do something he didn’t want to do in the first place. That was why he always had a back up plan so when he was pushed away that they would have something else to do right away and get their minds off of what they had just previously been doing. Jaspar deserved to take him time and Jager wasn’t going to rush him through this. He could understand that all of this was new to him and Jager could recall from his first time with the same gender hadn’t been what he had wanted it to be. So, he would make this the best thing he possibly could for Jaspar. If taking things slow and having to wait was the way things were going to have to go, then so be it. He wouldn’t be the kind of guy that would get annoyed and force things onto Jaspar. This was an equal relationship and it was going to stay that way. Though waiting three months with teasing temptations and other feelings welling inside of him, Jager never really pushed it too far. He could try but then he’d just end up feeling like an ass, so he tried to avoid doing such things. He enjoyed Jaspar’s company and he was going to try and keep him around.

The past day’s events were plenty enough hints with Jager’s playful personality that once they got home a movie really wasn’t going to be suggested. He had started to finally get the feeling that Jaspar would be comfortable with stepping up another level and allowing them to finally sleep together. Jager knew that the minute they finally bonded in the way he had wanted for weeks that he’d really be in love with the boy. He’d follow on his ever word, dragging after him like a love sick puppy. Jager just couldn’t help but think that Jaspar was really the one person he was meant to be with. He wasn’t into the whole fairy book love stories or anything, but he felt good enough that this was going to create their own story book for other’s to follow. Jaspar was the one solid thing in his life that kept him holding on. In many ways, this relationship was saving them both from something they didn’t want to face. Of course, there was always the dangers of putting things off, but at least they both knew each other secrets and respected them for the most part. So, being here with there bodies pressed together in a rush of hot kisses and greedy finger tips, Jager decided he might as well take the upper hand. Having always been the dominate one in previous relationships, he saw this time as no different. The only different thing was that he really, really cared about this person.

Jager didn’t want to fuck it up this time. He wasn’t his old, selfish and reckless self. Being this new person seemed like it was gaining him a bit of good things in his life. He would never regret making the move for Jaspar like he had. Kissing the boy for the very first time had brought thing into a relationship and now that relationship was stepping up and taking them places.

Laying against his bed with such a beautiful face below his own, Jager smiled into Jaspar’s lips. Having just pulled away to remove his shirt, he felt a sloppy grin tenderly ease onto his lips when he caught his boyfriend’s eyes sliding over his tanned skin. Jager hadn’t always been a fan of his body. He had always thought he was too tan; too tall; and just plan too gangly. He didn’t like the way his skin made the small bit of muscle he had look hidden under all that color. It didn’t seem to phase Jaspar at all though. Jager drug his warm hands over the other’s front, caressing his sides with his fingertips as he took the time to shape his hand to every curve; every flat piece of body that he could reach. Really, he just couldn’t get over the fact that they were both half naked in his bedroom. Other times, Jager had only been the one to get a shirt off. It was just a test and go run, but at least they’d gotten that far. With them both having their shirts removed it caused a bit more excitement to rise from the boy that was straddling Jaspar. He settled it though, not wanting to allow it to take over and make him start into rushing to want more. There was still room for Jaspar to tell him no, even though he knew that he couldn’t be able to hold back the plea he had already started thinking of just in case things started to get slow.

Hearing the soft stutter of what seemed to be the final word that Jaspar would make, he felt his body shiver with the compromise of what he’d just done. He would keep that promise for him; praying he’d be able to take care of Jaspar in any way that he had wanted. This was just an addition to their relationship. But those thoughts of bitter sweetness became fuzzy like a television screen with bad reception during a thunder storm because of the returning grind of Jaspar’s hips into Jager’s. Feeling a soft, but very shocked breath push from his lips and ease into the other’s mouth, he shuttered from the contact. That friction that had been growing for the past few minutes now just got to be a little too much at the feeling of the other’s pale hands against his body. Jager shifted over him, eagerly pressing his hips into the hands that settled there to encourage for the heavy denim to be withdrawn. Breathing in through his nose, Jager arched his back to make some space between them. His fingers crawled down to the front of Jaspar’s jeans, quickly freeing the button and clasping the zipper. He yanked it down, letting his nervous hands clutch around the tight front of Jaspar’s waist. He pulled them down, sliding his hands against the soft fabric of Jaspar’s boxers with a smile twitching over his swollen lips as they still fought against Jaspar’s. His tongue slipped forward into the boy’s mouth, creating an open mouthed moan.

Using his foot to push the denim off of Jaspar’s ankles and down to the foot of the bed, he slid back down his body, using his foot again to flick them off the bed. He pulled back slowly, panting once his mouth was free. Grinning down at Jaspar, he glanced down over his body with the eagerness starting to swell at the pit of his stomach. He leaned back over him, wrapping his fingers into the band of his boxers with his lips making a damp line down over Jaspar’s chest. He paused at a few spots, sucking on the skin to leave dark bruises before continuing his trip down to the other’s hip. His teeth toyed over the skin while he teasingly tugged at the band of his boxers.



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[jaspar geoffrey murphy]

THERE WERE A FEW THINGS THAT jaspar wished he had the ability to do. it had been thirteen years since he had been completely carefree and while he felt the other's hands on his skin, he was feeling just a bit more self conscious than ever. even with his stomach sucking at the contact, showing traces of his rib bones, part of him didn't think that he deserved the other to touch him. but he immediately pushed those thoughts out of his head. he should be glad that the boy was with him, touching him in good, excellent ways. this time, after so many chances so many denials, jaspar was ready for this. or the thought he was ready at least. and that was really good enough for him. after all, jager loved him nad he loved jager, that's all it took for him to gain the courage to break down his barriers. the courage to open himself up and give is body to the person he was falling for. but maybe that made him a little easy, in some sort of way. but he always wanted to know that there was some sort of connection between him and someone else for anything to happen. that was just the way he was. maybe he was a bit weird, but i think this subject had already been covered. jaspar was after all, just a little bit out of the normal loop on most things. but jager already knew this. and yet, he stuck by him. and all jaspar could really hope for what that he would always be there, through thick and thin.

and maybe there was something way in the back of his mind that was fearing the things would probably end up the way they had before. the last time he gave himself up. he'd be pushed back to the curb and be left alone. hurt, broken and oh so alone all over again. but no, that wasn't going to happen this time, no one was going to get pregnant and no one was going to leave him. jager wouldn't do that to him. even if it was just being a little bit more than naive, when he believed that jager would always be there. but there was something inside of him that needed that one person to be there for him. someone outside from his family. he needed to know that no matter what happened, what he caused, there would always be the comfort of someone else's arms waiting to take him in. for now, that's what jager was for him, the open arms waiting for him when he needed them. that's what he felt at least. and god, he needed him so much more than he actually gave himself credit for. and it might be one of those things that he would actually admit to someone. if he actually talked to anyone that is. so, if they asked, he would tell them. and the only person that would probably ask would be his mother, and she seemed more than glad to hear that he was happy with someone again. even if he never fully came out and told her that he was with a guy. but he would work on that. especially if it meant making jager happy. that was something he would do almost anything to do. there were some limits on that though, like things that went back against his beliefs. but he would try his hardest to get what he could get done.

it was with hesitance though, that he started to work on his boyfriend's jeans, awkwardly getting the button undone in the time it had taken jager to get both is button and zipper open, but he wasn't complaining about it though. not with the relief of one of the restraints removed. the light colored denim being slipped down off his waist and legs, beginning to feel more exposed with as his pants were off his legs. but that would be normal when you were removing clothes. though jaspar, he was more self conscious of his body. he was too aware of how awkward his body was, even after the compliments jager always gave him. he was too hard on himself, too critical. and it was really something he couldn't help. he had tried many times too. there was always something wrong with him. his thighs touched too closely together, his hip bones poked out too far, or not enough. it was always this way with him though. and whenever he mentioned something to someone, they always yelled at him for him. so he avoided talking about it, mentioning it. and right now was definitely not the time to bring it up. not when his boyfriend was over him, fingers teasing on the band of his boxers. god what it not an appropriate time.

and then, then there was the lips on his skin, trailing down his chest. he let out a gasp at the contact, fingers gripping lightly against the sheets. oh and then there was jager sucking on his skin. this caused jaspar to have soft moans slip from his lips, fingers gripping tighter in the sheets. would it be possible for him to be losing his mind just a little bit right now? it definitely felt that way as he arched his back a bit as the older male's teeth teased over his skin. and this was almost too much for him. he was going to lose his mind, if not his self control first. "j-jag," he moaned out, almost pleading as his hips lifted up just a bit. and he was becoming desperate, oh so desperate for this. but he wanted to feel the boy, have every inch of skin touching his own. it had been so, so long since he had been intimate with someone else. maybe it had been too long. maybe he was getting a little overwhelmed with everything. and then maybe he couldn't do this. it wasn't to late to back out, though, he might have known better than to say no; jager wouldn't have been the only one to hate him for it. and even if he did want to, he didn't think he'd have the ability to.

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Rejection could be bad enough to kill anyone. If you didn’t want to have to feel that horrid ache in the pit of your chest, why even bother to try right? Jager didn’t even want to think about what it would be like if he hadn’t of tried to get with Jaspar, his life would probably be a lot different. He would be surprised if he would be tossed into those old habits he had had before he had went to war. And honestly, he was glad that he had been waiting for three months just to get in his boyfriend’s pants. Okay, so it was more than that. Those three little, but very meaningful words that he had told Jaspar just about an hour before had changed everything. Telling the boy that he loved him had made Jager really appreciate that Jaspar had enough respect for himself to hold off until he was sure he was ready for something so intimate in their relationship. Of course, Jag was struggling to keep himself in control and to go slow, so, if he would have to go slow he’d use that time he had to use up by teasing the other. He knew first hand that he hated being teased, tempted, what ever you wanted to call it. It didn’t matter. If Jager couldn’t get what he really wanted, he had a way of sounding desperate and needy; something you really couldn’t deny from someone that always seemed so strong. The minute he started to show some weakness, you just wanted to show the tall boy in kisses and hug him to death.

Taking in Jaspar’s slight nervousness with his hands moving slowly against his hips, Jager let a slim smile ease onto his lips to try and comfort his boyfriend. He wanted everything to go smoothly between them when this happened. Knowing that he had been Jaspar’s first boyfriend, the whole virgin at this kind of sex happened to scare Jag. What if he wasn’t good enough? Of course, he knew what he was doing, but that still didn’t mean he would be satisfying for Jaspar. With his teeth easily hugging his lower lip at the thought, he glanced down at the denim he had just tossed off the bed. No, he wasn’t having second thoughts. He just wanted to be the best he could for Jaspar to give him a good memory… or two or three. Smirking as the sarcastic feeling slipped right back into place, he let his lips go back to the soft skin under his damp lips. Teasing the skin with an eager brush of his tongue against his hip bone, he moved his mouth more toward the right, centering his lips on the cute, flat trail of skin that lead dead center to the middle of Jaspar’s legs. He could feel the pressure against his chest, making his lips turn upward in a wide smile while his tongue toyed with the skin. He turned his chocolate eyes up when he heard Jaspar whine his name. His free hand lifted, calmly pressuring his palm to Jaspar’s hip to calm him down. He could practically feel the desperation rolling off of the boy.

Pulling back, Jager leaned up on his knees and finished unzipping his jeans. The pressure against the steady bulge at the front of his jeans was finally released when he shoved the denim down, allowing the clingy fabric of his boxers to follow it in comparison. Leaning back some, Jager tried to push the combined fabric down his legs but the boy ended up loosing his balance and slipping back off the bed. A shocked scream rocked from his lips as he hit the floor, hollering a laugh before popping back up completely naked this time. He crawled back over Jaspar, playing it off that there was no way possible that he had just fell off his own bed. His fingers clawed their way back down against his boyfriend’s body, locking around his boxers before lifting his own hips to remove the thin fabric. The final touch of skin on skin had Jager gasping and his heart beating against his chest. He closed his eyes with his lips hover over Jaspar’s, taking his time to breath in the over whelming feeling of the simplicity to finally being tangled in the sheets with the person he loved. Well, almost. Jager opened his eyes, grinning down at Jaspar lovingly. He pressed their foreheads together, swallowing before opening his lips to breath again. Jager’s warm fingers curled over Jaspar’s side, dragging up with a tender touch.

Latching their lips back together as a mute distraction, he eased his body farther up the other’s, trying to keep him comfortable as he reached to his bedside table, pulling the first drawer open wide enough for his hand to slip in the dark drawer and his fingers easily clasped around the two items he would need. He set them down by Jaspar’s hip, slowly pulling his lips away again to lean his forehead back into place. Sucking in a seemingly useless breath, he peaked his eyes open. “You’re sure this is what you want?” He panted, running his tongue down over his lips, not really caring that it happened to bush over Jaspar’s plush lips as well. He drew in another breath; getting enough air for him to be able to speak. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for,” his voice was quiet; caring. Pecking the other’s lips, he let his fingers trail down over Jaspar’s body again. He was just happy that he was able to do this with him. Getting all their clothing removed was a new thing for both of them to get to, and after all, if Jaspar did say no, how were they planning on getting rid of there matching arousement? He was sure that Jaspar wouldn’t sink as low as to touch himself. He just didn’t seem like that kind of guy. Though he’d be glad to help him if he really needed it… Wow. Okay, so maybe asking him had made Jager a little worried he wouldn’t get the sex. But at least it showed that he wasn’t just doing this for himself.

Breathing in a soft breath, he let his hands slide against Jaspar’s hips. His fingers crawling against the hardened skin before he drew his fingers back again, pulling at the back of the boy’s knees to get them to lock up high at the high point of his lower back. Jager’s lips eagerly rushed back against Jaspar’s feely the desperation start to file on himself. He needed this and it seemed like Jaspar did too. But in doing this, Jager wasn’t really sure what it would open up. He was already perfectly content with Jaspar finally getting used to him always being the kind of person in the relationship that couldn’t control his hands. He hugged way too much and when he snuggled, oh, you were down for a wrestling match if you tried to get free. Jager just liked affection. There was nothing wrong with that. It had taken them three months to be able to sleep together, and they weren’t even that far yet. All he knew as that he was ready when ever Jaspar was. Love made people do stupid things. But it always made them do amazing things for that one person they devoted that love to. For Jager, Jaspar was the best kind of drug.


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[jaspar geoffrey murphy]

IT WAS A BIT HAZY, BUT he could vaguely remember his first time. it wasn't exactly like books or movies made them seem to be. it wasn't set up with rose petals and romantically places candles with low dim-lit lights. it wasn't placed in that special location such as one of the couple's bedroom, or a rented hotel room. and it definitely wasn't filled with any of the other romantic shit that jaspar was such a sucker for. in fact, for jaspar, it wasn't anything more special than losing his virginity to the one person he loved with his heart. not that that itself wasn't anything special. it truly was. it was a good experience, something that would stay with him until his memory started to fade away, or maybe longer. but there were always the few things he wished he could have changed. for one, it would have actually been in a bed room and not his parent's basement while they were in the room just above them. and he might have taken the chance to slip on his little rubber friend. not that he regrets misty. everyone who knew him knew how much he loved her, but he could have gone without the lectures and yellings he had gotten from both families when karen found out that she was pregnant. oh, that had never been a fun thing to deal with, especially for nine months. maybe that was when a majority of his stutter started to come around. now, it had always been there, but the more and more he got yelled at, the longer it sticked around. and now he was just the stuttering mess you saw now. it was really just a chain events following the lost of his virginity that made him regret most of it. the loss of his girlfriend of two years, the fact she had moved away, and his inability to see his baby girl whenever he wanted. and let's not forget the schizophrenia diagnois and bulimia he gained that following year.

but this time, it felt different. it was almost safer than what his real first time was. though, this time, there was a pair of strong hands on him, not soft, fragile ones like before. but he wasn't going to continue making comparisons, he didn't want to. that would damage something in the evening. he really didn't want to do that. so instead he focused on the older male, his boyfriend. the present was all that mattered. jager, him, and what they were doing should be the only things on his mind. and with the feeling on his boyfriend's lips on his skin, his mind was definitely cleared from everything else. though, the feeling didn't last all too long. soon after the last word had left jaspar's lips, jager was pulling away, and his skin suddenly felt too cold and too hot at the same time. it almost made him too comfortable, though, as soon as he blinked his eyes back open, jager was missing from the bed and a small scream was heard through the room. he blinked again, sort of confused, until he saw the boy pop back up. and then it clicked. and he did try hard not to laugh, put he could feel the corners of his lips curl up just a little bit as he tried to keep the laugh down. though, you did have to admit it was just a little funny. but each moment, situation, always had their own little thing, little quirk. it's what made them unique. and even though jager might thought it was embarrassing and as a flaw, jaspar just saw it was a bigger perfection to them, to whate they were doing. but then again, his thoughts were fogged over. eyes were dark and glazed. his body enjoyed the contact once his boyfriend finally landed back over him, his hands sliding down before stopping.

he let out a breath when he felt the fingers curl at the waistband before pulling down the fabric. and this was it. the part where they were completely unclothed and would have felt ten times more self conscious than he had if he was thinking properly. but he was still too busy focused on what was about to happen. on the feeling on finally having that complete skin on skin contact. the nineteen year old inhaled, gasping, at the feeling. the pale skin of jaspar felt like it was on fire with jager's right there. but it felt so, so good. right, even, maybe. and there were a few things he wanted to do. run his hands along the tan canvas known as jager's skin, press his lips against against ever inch of it. but there would be other times for that (maybe, hopefully) if he ever worked up the courage to. but for now, he smiled softly as he felt his boyfriend pressing his forehead against his own. opening his eyes, he noticed the smile on the other's lips as well. well, sort of saw it at least. and he could have maybe sworn that he was just falling a little bit harder for him in that moment, with this evening, with everything. they had their own little fairy tale for a relationship. a fairy tale where no one was perfect and it was set in harsh reality. but they were both happy. and that was really fucking fantastic, amazing.

accepting the other's lips on his own, he pressed his own back against. and he might have had to restrain himself from making himself look too needy, too desperate. it was almost pathetic about how bad he wanted this, that's what he would think about himself when, or if, he thought back on this situation. though, his mind might slip that little detail and just work on other activities that would be going on. right? he was only human after all, only man. but that was besides the point. jaspar kept his eyes closed when the lips were gone off of his, replaced with the foreheads connecting. then a small smile formed on his lips at the boy's question. it made him feel special, safe, like the boy did really care. not that he had ever really questioned it before, but he was happy boy asked instead of just proceeding on. in answer to his question, he gave a slight nod of his head, "ye-yeah," he started, breathless. "i-i'm re-ready." and yes, he really was. it wasn't just a statement because there was no possible way that his body would have loved him if he said no. this was definitely what he wanted, so, so much.

a shiver fell down his spine as jager;s fingers touched his skin. it was weird, he sort of decided, being completely naked and vulnerable in front of someone, under them. but it was jager, and jager would never hurt him. not purposely. or maybe that was just him being a little naive. truth or naivety, which ever one it was, jaspar was content with it. he didn't want to think about the boy purposely hurting him. a small gasp slipped from his lips at jager's touches. and he was hoping so, so much that this is what he wanted, that this is what he liked. sure, his body may be showing a complete display of everything that would point toward yes. but nothing had really been done yet, and he scared him just a little bit that he wouldn't like it. but as his brown eyes opened just a bit to glance at his boyfriend, he had a definite feeling that he would. and as his legs easily molded to jager's placement, he knew that this would be exactly what he wanted. but maybe he was just getting a little a head of himself. but he was trying to be hopeful. he didn't need any negative thoughts bringing him down. oh god no. he wasn't going to let his paranoid mind ruin this. not now, and not ever. but definitely, not tonight. not with him waiting, almost aching for a touch, a release as one of his hands reached onto the boy's chest, trailing up and staying cupped around the side of his neck.

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There had never been a question for dominance in their relationship. Though Jager didn’t really feel bothered with being the front man. It didn’t strike him odd that he was always in control, though it did have it’s way of making him feel controlling sometimes. He always made it clear to ask Jaspar if it was something he wanted to do instead of just being head strong and going off with the idea all by himself and dragging Jaspar along for the ride. He wanted to make a point that Jaspar always had a say in what they did, no matter how small or big it was. Jag had to admit; the day he was the one with his back against the sheets, he’d truly have found the perfect recipe to the best relationship he’d ever have. Sure, that may have been a little selfish of himself, but you had to admit. Seeing Jaspar take over and find the courage to pin Jager against this bed would make one hell of a cover story for that little bit of recording label Jager had been pushing through his thoughts. Just seeing himself with Jaspar this long was enough to make him want to get down on that one knee already with a ring in hand. But good things mustn’t be rushed. He was almost sure if he proposed to Jaspar now, he’s get a big fat side plate of rejection and nobody really wanted to hear no to ’will you marry me?’

Hearing the consent of Jaspar’s final agreement, he couldn’t stop the grin from easily spreading over his plush lips. This was it. It was happening. Jager didn’t really know what to do; for the first time in his sex life, he was paused. This had to be the single most hardest pressure Jager had ever felt in a long time. He needed to make this sweet and sensual all at the same time. Swallowing back the bundle of nervousness that had just suddenly surface, he closed his eyes and eased the blankets up form under Jaspar’s tiny body. He pulled them over his back, shivering at the ghosting feeling of the sink linings. Centering his focus back on the beautiful boy below him, he made sure to be set comfortably in between his legs. Feeling the pressure on his spine made Jager ease some. He’d done this before; just because he had to make this time mean a hell of a lot didn’t mean he couldn’t do this. Closing his eyes while one had caressed his finger tips over the arm that had lifted to let Jaspar’s hand curl against his neck, he smiled. Brushing those fingers up the skin, letting them drag back down over his arm; moving back and forth, just feeling the skin. It still made him feel amazing to know he was going this far with Jaspar. Feeling his body pushed flush back into Jager’s, the tanned boy swallowed as his other hand reached for the bottle of lubricant.

He shifted over the other, letting his body lean some to mingle better against Jaspar’s for both of their comfort. He wanted this not the hurt. The discomfort he knew would be there made him almost just want to tell Jaspar they shouldn’t do this. He didn’t want to hurt him most of all, but in doing this, he feared that he would do just that. Easing his lips onto Jaspar’s, he kissed him with a mind of passion that promised things he couldn’t even speak of. With three fingers easily coated, he clicked the bottle closed and slipped his hand down. He put a bit of pressure against the entrance, tracing the muscle before easily sliding one finger forward. Feeling the heat made Jager feel a bit of jealous course over his own body for what Jaspar was feeling. But he wasn’t about to ask for them to switch, knowing that he had to experience and he needed to be in control; this time anyway. Pressing his mouth harder into Jaspar’s once the discomfort started to ease, he added the second finger, curling them slightly. Only minutes later with the third finger pressed flush into the boy’s body did he pull away and grab the down clinging to the edge of the bed side table. He cleaned his fingers before easing his lips away to move quickly back centered over Jaspar. “One second,” he murmured, pulling his lips away.

Tearing the wrapper with his teeth, he quickly pulled the rubber out of the package and discarded it onto the bedside table. His hand once again slipped in between them, quickly applying the rubber against his pulsing erection. With his teeth sinking into his lower lip, Jager centered himself. His hands quickly went to stroking over Jasper’s thin things, pulling them up just a bit more to lock their hold over his backside. Swallowing before his lips went rushing to his boyfriend’s, meeting the pair with another feeling of just pure lust and need. He angled his hips, pressing forward with a small warning before the muscles controlling his hips gathered together to eagerly press into Jaspar. The heat that finally spread around him had him gasping. With his brows furrowing, he let the chance of pressure ease for the boy before his hips dug back in, pushing himself deeper to ease some of that new pain or discomfort. “You okay?” he panted out, knowing that his own answer to that question would have been ‘fucking fantastic’. But he wasn’t in Jaspar’s position. He just wanted to make sure all of this was what Jaspar wanted and nothing was being force upon him. If he wanted him to stop, he wasn’t really sure if he could, but he’d try at least.

Jager’s hips seemed to get a mind of their own, dropping down into the other’s with a gentle motion, starting a pattern. Jager’s hands had found themselves paused over Jaspar’s shoulders, holding them from the back to keep their bodies pressed tightly together. Jag rested his forehead against the other’s, feeling the heat of his forehead start to make his hair stick. Either way, this was all turning out to be amazing. He was sure that laying neck to each other after this was going to be just about as good. But now, Jager needed to be focused in the now. His teeth snuck out, clasping Jaspar’s lower lip and pulling it into his mouth. His tongue caressed the skin before he started to suck on it. Seconds later, he let go while his lips started to grind harder, creating a good feeling friction between Jaspar’s own hardened state and the tightened fringe of his lower stomach. Breathing down against his neck, knowing the heat of it probably added onto the pressure of just how good this felt, or at least how he hoped it felt, his lips went down to press into the skin. Tongue lazily darting over the skin before he latching on and started to make a dark mark into his boyfriend’s neck. That was it. First time having sex. First hickie. Jaspar was finally his in a sense; now all he needed was a ring on that finger.


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