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Post by jaspar geoffrey murphy on Jul 17, 2009 14:46:24 GMT -5
IT WAS NATURAL FOR HIM TO be feeling just a little nervousness flow through him. right? this was the first time with jager. it was okay for him to be nervous, scared. the first time was always a good reason to feel such things. at least, that's how he saw it at least. but honestly, he wasn't fully expecting this to exactly be perfect. well, not what most people would call perfect. the fact that this was just something for him and jager, a time where they were getting closer in a physical sense. it didn't matter to him whether or not jager was any good, it wasn't like he'd be able to tell the difference. it really didn't matter to him, not at all. now, it was just the two of them. that was the only part that truly actually matter. 'cause jaspar couldn't picture himself being with anyone else. not like these, especially not like this. not tangled up in each other under the sheets in nothing but their own skin. he couldn't picture this being any differently. though, that could have just been that hopeless romantic inside of him. the little part of him that wanted all of this to be his happily ever after, his cinderella story. that part of him that was just a little bit more naive than he should have been, too gullible for his own good. that was just one of his own little flaws though, another little quirk that made jaspar murphy what he was. feeling jager's fingers brush along his arm, little shivers jolted through jaspar's body. this was really it, and he could feel his heart beating against his ribcage. and really, he wasn't sure what he was to expect, what was going to happen. seeing another male's body so, so close to his own was almost too overwhelming. it was all new and unfamiliar. but he had wanted this, for himself and for jager. it was their time and he wasn't going to say any word against it. there was only one thing he was worried about though. he basically loved jager, but what if what they were doing wasn't something that was part of that attraction? he wouldn't blame his boyfriend if he dumped him for it, but he just hoped that he wouldn't. there were, after all, other ways for them to show each other how much they loved one another, other ways for them to be intimate with one another. even if this was one of the ways that they wanted to, they would be able to get by without it if it turned into a big mess. that's what jaspar hoped for at least. over the past three months, jaspar had grown attached to the other male. losing the male, he would probably be the ever cliched lost. he'd might be able to move on with his life at some point, move on with everything, pretend that they had ever happened and run from the boy whenever he caught sight of him. it would probably be a while before he actually forgot about what they were. but he just couldn't fully let himself think those type of things. he wasn't going ruin this by becoming a paranoid freak and running from the situation. well, he couldn't really run. he didn't have the strength to push the boy away, he was too weak. the most "running" he could do was to by saying "no", changing his mind. his lips slid against jager's easily as he kissed him back, hesitant only at feeling of the intrusion. it was a new feeling, dull with a bit of a discomfort mixed in. he wasn't exactly sure what to make of the feeling, so he just went on kissing his boyfriend while the feeling faded down. there was no real pain until the second digit was inside of him. his body clenched around the fingers, almost as if to rid of them. but jaspar knew that he wanted this end result. or to at least try this completely out before deciding if he liked it or not. the hand that was on jager's neck gripping onto it slightly; fingertips applying just the smallest bit of pressure. then came the third finger, where a wince formed onto his features from the stretch. he curled his fingers, applying the most pressure in the long digits rather than on jager's neck. but they did loosen as his body adjusted to the stretch. and he really tried to not let his mind sink in any of the "bad things" from this, the pain, the discomfort. after all, his mother had always told him that pain was only in the mind. it was nothing but imagination sent out to trick all the minds of humans. but then again, she was just a little bit crazy herself. she was one of those hippie mothers, the ones that thing that the government was trying to brainwash them all. yeah, craziness ran in the murphy family apparently. he just hoped that misty skipped that gene. god, he hoped she did. but anyway. he tried to focus on the feeling of the other's feeling, and how the occasional good feelings the fingers brought until a new one was pushed in. but soon, the fingers were out, and his lips were free. yeah, he was still a bit scared and nervous. but he wasn't going to stop, call for this to stop, as he heard the soft sound of the condom wrapper opening. but he wanted this, wanted to do this for jager. he wanted their love to show through something more physical than they had done before. (oh, wasn't this scene just playing through itself all over again. a very familiar scene that happened so, so long ago. but this time, things would be better afterward. there wouldn't be as much harm. but that's enough of thinking about his ex-girlfriend. the rest of tonight's focus was going to be on his boyfriend, the man currently hovering over him.) and then, his breath hitched a bit as the older male pushed in, lips temporarily pausing against jagers. there was a slight burning, well, he wouldn't say sensation, but there was a burning as he was stretched out just a bit more than before. jaspar nodded just a bit at his boyfriend's question, knowing well enough that he wouldn't be able to get the words out. but, thankfully, as the time went on, the burning faded out and was soon being replaced with something much, much better. a small gasp fell through his lips, breath brushing against the other, when jager's teeth grabbed a hold of his bottom lip. it wasn't too long after that when he felt a moan slip through his lips. a soft one at least. an eruption of pleasure flooded through him from a variety of things. and jaspar couldn't really explain it, except with saying that, yeah, this is definitely something that he wanted. though, that might have just been proven when his hips, on his own accord, lifted up just a bit to meet jagers and his head leaned back, exposing more of his neck for the boy. and let's not forget the one hand curling in the sheets, while the other hand that had been on jager's neck, curled against in a matter not to hurt the other, but his fingers found themselves curling into the other's hair. 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Post by jager thane ozwell on Jul 19, 2009 22:23:56 GMT -5
The last time Jager had been indulged in this kind of situation was about four years ago. Yeah, it was a really long time. But after finding your parents laying dead on the kitchen floor, did you really want to hop right in bed with someone? No. With his goals set in place, he was ready for a different future than he had sought out than before when his thoughts had been fogged over by the haze of a drug high or an alcohol buzz that was taken too far. Now, his body was tangled with the right person, mixing his feelings to make it hard for him to understand how he was able to so easily care for someone like Jaspar. How did he have the patients to deal with the sudden outbursts of panic and fear that Jaspar just managed to have out of the blue? Somehow, finding the right person to be with had made him accept that he needed to be everything that was asked of him. If being that protective savior kind of person was what Jaspar needed, then he was. If it was something that could show him the affection he knew that they both dearly needed sometimes, then he was. He would of never changed for anyone else. He was content with being the good best guy friend that everyone had. But when it came to the curiosity he had for Jaspar, he had took a step too far into the deep end and the under toe happened to grab his ankles, pulling him under. Now, he was drowning in the passion and affection they had exchanged for each other. Jager wouldn’t trade this moment.
With his hips easily driving down into the other’s, his body started to tangle with Jaspar’s. Fingers guiding over his body with his arms trailing against the skin when the muscles became to lazy to hold his arm up and let his fingers do all the contacting. Jager couldn’t explain the way his body was taking so easily to the actions he was committing. Even if it had been so long since he had had sex with anyone, his body was acting like this was a normal routine. But, he knew for a matter of fact they would both be feeling it in the morning. What he feared most though was that Jaspar would get scared. He’d slept with Jaspar before and he had been there in the morning when he had woken up, but with them having sex now, he was worried that there would be an empty bed in the morning. He didn’t want to worry about it though. After all, he should give Jaspar more credit. It was amazing he had gotten this far with him. But having sex would bring them closer, or at least he hoped it would. Really, as girlish as it made him sound, Jager really wanted this to be the one. So they both had their princess moments, but his were more private than Jaspar’s. Of course, it didn’t bother him that the boy had a rather girlish side sometimes. He thought it was actually adorable. The way that Jaspar stuttered and blushed at about everything made him feel just that more protective of the boy. He was head over heels. There was no denying that.
He felt the nod rather than seeing Jaspar doing it physically. Though he had nodded, Jager still felt a little worried that he was causing the other pain. He just hoped it would pass some time soon so things could go the way they were meant to. Driving his body down into Jaspar’s with a slightly harder thrust, he was rewarded with a gasp. The tight space joining the warmth he felt drove Jager toward his crazy side for a while. It was perfect enough for him to be feeling such, well, pleasure. Peaking over the curve of Jaspar’s adams apple to his other hand, he watched his knuckles start to loose color, which seemed impossible considering how pale he was. His free hand smoothed over his arm, kissing a gentle line over his throat and down to his shoulder while his hips started to thrust harder into Jaspar. He could feel the rubber getting tight against his erection, making his lip become caught in his teeth. Though he was sure he was hauling a clean bill of health, and he was almost positive of the other having the same, he wasn’t really sure how his reaction would go though. For Jager the pleasure would just be increased instead of having to waste all that worked up pleasure. Of course, if he had been having sex with a woman, things would be different. But it wasn’t. It was Jaspar. Though there was still some worry there, he broke it off, finding that he couldn’t really care much. He was finally getting his sex; that’s all he needed.
Feeling the other’s hand tight at the back of his neck, Jager couldn’t keep the grin off of his lips. Arching his back and driving into Jaspar with a harder force, he pulled back some teasingly. His body was quivering with pleasure, though the shivers could be confusing considering a sheen of sex sweat had dampened his forehead. Closing his eyes, he let the pleasure amplify to his vocal cords. “Ohh, Jas.” The moan lifted from his lips, echoing out through the room. Shifting his body and entering back with a deeper angle, he gasped from the tight hold of muscles around him. He couldn’t explain how well it turned him on to feel that tightness around him. Growling out another tangled mess of pleasured words, he quickly changed the course of his mouth, kissing damply behind Jaspar’s ear. His speech slurred as he began to whisper quietly in his ear hotly breathed words of sweet nothingness. His stomach started to brush over the hard skin again, making his body shiver. While his lips went back to kissing over his boyfriend’s neck, his free hand quickly moved forward to slap the head board, wrapping around the top with a tight grasp to holding himself up more. His dog tags clanked against his body as he tossed his head back now that he was sitting up more.
A grin spread over his lips as he stared down at the beautiful boy below his body. Biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes again to let the pleasure take over him again. It was easy to tell he wasn’t really that loud of a person when it came to sex. But this time, he couldn’t hold himself back from being so vocal. A quiet scream eased out of his lips as he snapped his body into Jaspar harder. His nails dug into the headboard, keeping his grin firm to bring Jaspar the best pleasure he could.
Slowly dropping his hands down, his fingers glazed over Jaspar’s chest while his body adjusted over him to thrust harder into the boy. For once, it was Jager making the rather girlish moan as he felt his body hit a pleasurable warmth. With a pattern finally starting with his hips, he rocked hard into Jaspar’s body. Jager’s jaw was dropped, letting him breath easier and for the noises to leave more quickly. “God, you feel so good, Jassybear.” With a wicked grin showing on his lips, he turned his lustful gaze down at the boy under him, making a note to thrust just a bit harder then.
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Post by jaspar geoffrey murphy on Jul 20, 2009 0:52:35 GMT -5
INTIMACY WITH SOMEONE WAS SOMETHING THAT jager had always had the tiniest fear for. it's not one of those things he could easily explain. well, there wasn't exactly anything that he could easily explain, especially when it was about himself. but just just the general feeling of being with someone else, feeling their skin right on top of yours. it was definitely something didn't need to live. yeah, sometimes the things that jaspar came up with just happened to conclude him into being a hermit. but for most of jaspar's life, he was exactly that. not fully at least. if it wasn't for his four sisters, he might have been. especially georgia. for some reason, he was the closest to her. even if the girl was only about four years younger than himself. maybe it was because she was more like him than anyone else in the family. lost and insecure. or maybe it was just he simple fact that she was the only one that didn't poke jokes on him. now, he loved all of his sisters and his parents. though, he sometimes blamed his family for the way he was. the whole insecure, girlish thing he had going on. the only male in his family was his father, and he spend most nights locked up in his study working on a new story. that left him along in a house full of estrogen. it may have paid a toll on him, caused him to become a more feminine version for a man to be. oh, he had always gotten the jokes for it. whether it was out of love or hate, it still caused his insecurities to blossom into a bigger breed. and nothing good really happened them. but he had found someone that may love him for the way he was. part of him was scared, and the rest of him loved it. it was a battle that went on in his head. but with jager moving in and out of him, it wasn't the proper time to think about this. maybe later, when they were lying there next to one another. maybe then would be an appropriate time. but now, his mind was clouded with the bursts of pleasure that soared through his body as his boyfriend continued. it wasn't that hard to stop his mind from thinking, he was more focused on the feeling of jager being right there, hands, fingers, body grazing on his own. the dragging feeling down a little lower. it was all something jaspar couldn't really explain. not properly at least. there was a part of him that knew that this was just good enough, perfect enough, and the he didn't need anything more. but there was also something else inside of him that said that his was too overwhelming. four years had once seemed like absolutely nothing. he had almost gotten to the point that he didn't even need it. but with this, with jager, it had been too long. far too long. but jaspar wasn't the type that just threw himself at random people. it wasn't his style. and he didn't really think he'd have the ability to. he was far, far too shy to even talk to someone, nevermind going to a party and just having sex with the first person to come his way. no, that wasn't jaspar at all. but part of him didn't know about jager. he didn't really know if that was how the other one was. sure, he had never seen him date someone before himself. but it didn't explain anything else from before their first meeting. but jaspar didn't want to think about it. he was probably better off not doing so. probably for more the sake of his own sanity. or something. he didn't know, and didn't want to know. end of the story. another gasp fell from those light pink lips that belonged to jaspar as he felt a harder thrust being driven into him. and he tried to keep his eyes open, to keep them on the boy, but as another thrust drove in deeper, they full closed. and let's not forget the loud (well, for jaspar, it was loud. that's not really saying much though) moan falling from his lips. it shouldn't have been too much of a surprise, to figure that jaspar would have been quiet in bed. it just fit with the rest of his nature. but he never worried too much about that. it was just something that didn't matter. even if he did enjoy the noises that jager was making, the feeling of his boyfriend's lips against his ear, or near it. it didn't matter too much. not now. there were shivers running down his spine and he was in a whole new situation, getting closer to jager. or he may have hoped. he didn't just want to become a sex toy for the other now that he had given this up. that might have been something he feared. he wanted something so, so much more than what they were doing now. jaspar could only hope that jager had wanted him as something more too. even if the simple, yet complex, words of "i love you" were slipped through his lips, it didn't really have to mean that he meant them. people said the word so easily, so carefree to one another. it feared him a little bit, to know that. he wanted jager to love him. so bad that it almost hurt. chances where though, he'd never mention any of it to jager. not unless he asked about it. jager's next comment shocked him, almost. his face flushed more than it already was, the soft red color dominating most of his face now. his back arched just a bit at the boy's harder thrust, head falling back and a guttural moan slipping into the air. it was not too long after that, when he felt the familiar feeling of warmth bubbling in his lower abdomen. the hand that wasn't curled in the sheets, the one that had been resting on jager's neck but fell not too long ago, gripped at itself, turning into a fist. some of his hair fell into his face, sticking to the small sweat beads that had formed there, as he straightened his neck. jaspar tried to open his eyes, even just a little bit to look at jager. he wanted to see him, looking at his face. maybe that was just a lame romantic cliche thing, but he still wanted to. so he did just that, through heavy lidded eyes, as he let another moan slip through his lips. 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Post by jager thane ozwell on Jul 20, 2009 1:53:11 GMT -5
Knowing that meeting the family was always going to be something new and hard to get over, Jager didn’t really know what to expect with Jaspar’s family. For himself, he didn’t have a family. A few aunts and uncles and cousins, but besides that, he had been an only child and after his parents died, he didn’t see a point to making rounds to meeting up with everyone else. He hadn’t been home for the funeral so that left him on bad terms in the first place. For Jaspar’s family, it made him actually afraid. He didn’t know how things would go. Of course, he knew he was going to meet Misty first, but after that he wasn’t really sure what he would be. Would he just be Jaspar’s friend? He was okay with that, as long as some point that it was made known to his family that they were actually together more than just friends. If Jaspar couldn’t get around to telling his family, then it would make Jager feel like he was ashamed of dating the boy; like he wasn’t something worthy enough to take home to your family and show around like you were proud to have someone like him on your arm. What would be the point if he was just a secret that no one could ever know about. They papers could fly with the rumors of them begin together, but that was just the papers. As long as no one close to them knew, it would always just be rumors. Jager couldn’t just be a rumor. When he has spoken those words backstage, he had meant them. He did love Jaspar, and damn it, if he did have family, he would of taken the boy home weeks ago.
After realizing just how important this relationship was to him; and not missing the side note that sex would be an even better factor in how close they were, Jager had to step back and look into what he was getting himself into. Finding that he had the patients to be with someone like Jaspar made him start to see only once face. He could be in a room full of people and not even know it. All the holes in his heart had been filled now and there was not more space for the words to mingle out of his mouth of how much he felt for Jaspar. People could say they didn’t believe in love, but for those that did didn’t ever have the chance to be in a relationship where they felt like Jager did right then. With the boy he loved ever so dearly right below his body, Jager started to forget all the thoughts that had been swelling up in that head of his. It took him a second to remember just what they were doing. Sex? Really? Three months of gentle rejections and actions changes to avoid to inter-actment and now they were fully engaged in it? The louder moan that left Jaspar’s lips then only confirmed what they were doing was yes, actually happening. Closing his eyes as to double check, he lashed them back open. Instead of seeing a sleeping Jaspar like he expected, he saw a pleasured expression, knowing only that he himself was causing that look to cross Jaspar’s face.
It gave the boy a feeling of power; knowing that this was his first bisexual relationship and that he was able to bring everything to the table that he needed to bring. Now, after this, all he needed was a ring. Wait. What? He couldn’t already be thinking about that, could he? Of course not.
As much as Jager wanted to shrug it off, he couldn’t. He wanted this to be his forever. And if he played it cards right, it seemed like the boy was just as in love with him as he was with the boy. Even if it took a few tries for Jager to work up the right thing to say and the perfect way to do it, he promised himself right then that once he bought that ring, he would propose to Jaspar Murphy. He would do it and he would be confident in doing it. But at the current state of his body, he couldn’t really get out a full thought. So, in saying that, thinking about the ring was totally lost in the feeling of tightness back around his body. His nails touched into the light skin before retracting quickly; not wanting to hurt Jaspar. Sucking in a deep breath, he felt his hips start to slid against the other’s body, making their skin smooth together perfectly. Sometimes, Jag wondered just how he had managed to get himself such a catch. But it didn’t come without the flaws. But he loved those flaws just as much as he loved Jaspar for who he was. If the other happened to start to change; get better in a sense of not needing any fixing, Jager was sure he’d have to work with the changes. You couldn’t fall in love with someone and expect them to just be like that for the rest of your lives. Things changed and people do too. That was what Jager leaned first hand at life. A lot of things had changed for him. For better, and for worse.
Seeing that oh so familiar blush start the spread over the other’s cheeks made that lustful yet dangerous grin slip into something more comforting; adoring in a way. God. All Jaspar had to do was give Jager one of those cute, innocent smiles and he was off doing every little thing that the boy would ask of him. It was like he was put under a fake spell; believed he was cursed with obeying everything that Jaspar wanted, when really, it was just love. It was the best kind of feelings he knew but was far from understanding.
With all the moans falling from Jaspar’s lips, it made him rethink just how quiet and shy the boy could really be. But, you know what they say. The quiet ones are always normally the loud ones in bed. But that was okay. Jager loved every sound he got to come from that pretty little mouth. It actually just turned him on being able to watch the other boy’s body start to arch into the harder thrusts he was offering and for his mouth to fall open, letting the sound work it’s way out into his bedroom. God how he wished he could always have this memory be so vivid. Next time, he’d be sure to some how capture this moment of ecstasy. Brushing his tanned fingers over Jaspar’s rib cage, his lips when back to his ear. Jager’s tongue snaked out, caressing the soft skin before pulling back to run over his own dry lips. He cleared his throat, speaking in a very deep, slightly accented seductive voice. “I want to hear you scream,” he purred, jarring his hips forward even harder than before. With that dangerous grin slipping back over his lips, he closed his eyes, focusing on slamming his body with rhythm -tic thrusts. “For me, baby,” the words slipped out in the same seductive purr. Just then, he heard the bed start to groan below them. Good, that meant he was riding Jaspar good and hard. Smirking at the thought, he didn’t let it dwell too long.
His hands were still settled on the other’s chest as he tossed his head back, letting his lips open to lift a scream of his lips. With the syllables being broken by the pleasure wrapping around the sound, you could make out the faint ensemble of Jaspar’s name somewhere in the mix. He knew the rubber was broken. Jager could feel the heat right against the hard skin he was still happening to be sporting. Call him a porn star.
Jager could never turn the other into some little toy he used. Just thinking of Jaspar as his pretty little house husband made him want to cringe. No. Never would he ever treat the other like that. It would always be about the deep feeling he felt; knowing that it would only get deeper with every day they were together. Jaspar was, after all, his fairy tale forever.
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Post by jaspar geoffrey murphy on Jul 20, 2009 13:21:48 GMT -5
THERE WERE SOME TIMES WHERE JASPAR had some issues finding reality from fantasy. most of these times were when he was jager. and honestly, he couldn't help it. there were moments where things just seemed to be "too good to be true." and he really tried not to think about what could happen afterward. after all, there was always that little rule or whatever about something bad always following something good. but he tried not to think about that. he didn't want anything to go wrong between him and jager. he still wanted this to be it, that final thing he had been looking for in his life. and yeah, he did want to brag that he had jager. oh god did he ever. but given his nature, he wouldn't ever do that in public. and with his family, he was just scared. for what? well, he had never mentioned a single thing about him being curious. jaspar wasn't' sure how his parents would react to their only son being gay. yeah, he hoped that a parent's love would be unconditional. just like how most story books had it to be. but he had heard stories where that was never the case. where one wrong step against your parents and they abandoned you. jaspar didn't want that. sure, he wouldn't really be alone if his parents abandoned him. but what if this relationship with jager didn't last long after that? then he would really be alone. unless he was able to stay with karen and misty. that wouldn't be too bad, but he wouldn't be sure if that would happen. if there was really one thing jaspar feared the most, it was to be alone in life. he wasn't stable enough to be completely alone with no one there. he needed his little hero, a savior or sorts. he needed someone that would love him no matter what he was, and wouldn't set anything back against him. for him, that was jager. the boy was everything and so much more to him. sure, the boy would be a little clingy at times, but jaspar didn't find it too much. most of the time at least. sometimes he did get annoyed with it, but it wasn't too often. he still loved him, probably always would. or that's what he hoped. and maybe, after this, he'd be ready to have this announced. maybe. jaspar wasn't sure if he wanted the attention of dating a "rock star." but he could deal with it. if it was for jager, then he definitely could. it would probably take some time, but if it meant making his boyfriend happy, than he'd give it a shot. it was the least he could do, right? maybe he would be comfortable enough, so that when they actually got back him, to his home, that he would be able to introduce jager as his boyfriend. even if he'd still only introduce him as a friend to misty. but part of that was because he didn't know how she'd truly respond. sure, she was only four, almost five, but he didn't want to get her confused over it. maybe over time she would figure it out, if the two of them were still together. jaspar really hoped that they were. the boy above him was too gorgeous, too good, too "perfect" for him to lose. though perfect wasn't exactly the right word, but it fit. you see, jaspar wasn't the type of person who believed in perfection. after all, there was so many flaws on his own plate that he knew no one ever had to ability to be completely perfect. no matter what they looked like on the outside. being loud, it wasn't really something that jaspar could control too much. sure, he hadn't been like this the first time he had ever had sex. but then again, his parents were in the room right above them. for them, being loud wasn't an option then. not until they had wanted to get caught. but it looked like it hadn't mattered about that or not. the girl had found out that she was pregnant just a few months afterward. and needless to say, her parents had wanted to kill him. he made it alive through the scenario though. he wasn't fully sure how, but he decided it was better to not think about it too much. he should just be thankful that he wasn't dead over the whole ordeal. yeah, he definitely should be. but anyway. to be honest, he wasn't sure how to respond to jager's request. jaspar hadn't ever really been the type to scream ever. unless he was surprised or having one of his attacks. other than, he never did. he knew though, that with the way other was thrusting into him, that it definitely wasn't something that could be completely out of the question. but as the older male thrust into him, with that force, sliding over the right exact stop, it didn't really seem like much else was an option. his neck arched a bit, head falling back, as the pleasured noise fell from his lips. and it might not have been an exact scream, but it was closer to one than all of his others had been. and it really was probably the loudest jaspar murphy would ever exactly get while he was having sex. and even with those other quieter ones, he would have still be embarrassed whenever he walked by someone who happened to be occupying the other rooms. but seeing jaspar embarrassed was definitely not anything new. it definitely wasn't. that familiar feeling, that warmth, was flooding through his system all too quickly. and he knew that it really wouldn't be much longer. but maybe he could hold on just a little bit longer, to make this last just a little longer. but jaspar wasn't really sure if he would be able to do that. " j-jag," he moaned out, quieter than the previous was, hips arching up to meet the other's. this was all perfect for him. just everything over the past three months. he was more than glad that he was able to be here with jager, doing this with him. hell, they didn't have to be doing this, and he still would have been content with them. this was just another added bonus, he guessed. another way for them to connect themselves, commit to one another. but either way, it was all perfect in his eyes. TAG jager ozwell. WORDS 1,086. OUTFIT this is just cute CREDIT banner, template: mary jane. lyrics: ryan cabrera. NOTES ;]
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Post by jager thane ozwell on Jul 20, 2009 22:45:35 GMT -5
You could bring a boyfriend home and lie; say he was just a friend. Hell, Jager never had the chance to bring anyone good enough home to his parents. He knew if he was the different person he was back home, he wouldn’t be something that he would want to take home to momma either. But then again, he wouldn’t even be with Jaspar if he was still that way, so it didn’t really matter. What was wrong with him now? Could he be any more polite and gentleman like? He opened doors and he carried things without being asked. He gave good praise for the good and spoke his word for the bad. He had an income for his family, though the most family he had was Jaspar. What more could you ask from him? Sure, Jager could understand Jaspar not wanting to tell Misty right away, but as far as his parents went, they deserved to know. He wouldn’t push the other into a struggling battle with his family, but he wouldn’t approve of them hiding all the time either. Jager couldn’t hold back his naturally protective nature. He was already struggling with not being able to be with Jaspar as publicly as he wanted to be, but he didn’t say a word about it because he knew it made the other uncomfortable. But sometimes, you have to get over your fears to get to the greater good of something. Telling his parents that he was seeing another male could give Jaspar a bigger confidence so they would be able to be more public about their relationship.
It was only a little fun when you played spy and went hopping in and out of the shadows for coverage. He couldn’t stand to go living like that forever. What would happen when Jager really did put a ring on that boy’s finger? Would he want to elope instead of having a big wedding like Jager dreamed of? Of course, he would compromise to get both of their wishes in the wedding, but he would not stand to have some random homeless man on the street be their witness in taking each other’s hand. But this really wasn’t the time of thinking of a possible argument. After all, Jager and Jaspar hardly ever fought before. Sure, they got into small disagreements, but it was never enough to actually consider it a fight. Now, Jager was almost positive that he was able to find the best cure for a squabble in their relationship. Sex was always the greatest kind of making up in terms after a fight. Well, now it would be that he was doing it with the right person. He could picture them after just getting into an argument about something then all of a sudden either he or Jaspar just attacking one another. To be honest, Jager thinking about Jaspar getting angry at him was actually a turn on. He would never actually get the boy angry on purpose. He could never hurt Jaspar, and making him angry would probably be hurting him in some way. Jager couldn’t bring himself to hurt the person he loved ever so dearly.
To be honest, it wasn’t that hard to picture Jaspar as a screamer. Jager could have been wrong about his prediction, but it was kind of clear before they had even started taking each other’s clothes off that they other had a mouth on him… when he wanted to use it. From knowing such a quiet speaker and a shy conversation starter, the moaning machine under his body then seemed like a completely different person. It wasn’t going as far as to say that Jager didn’t like how loud, or better yet, vocal Jaspar could be. As a matter of fact, he loved it. It was a nice change from the normally quiet boy he knew ever so well. Now, he could claim he actually did know Jaspar in every way possible. Though he was sure he still had a lot to learn about and from the other, it wouldn’t dent the ego boost he had building form this experience he was sharing with Jaspar. For it being the first time they were engaging in sex, it was the best feeling Jager had ever gotten. He could tell what they were doing was going to make Jaspar fade fast, but that was okay. They had plenty of time for them to build up his pace and to teach him now to get a better control over his body. Sex was a sort of sport, in a way. Well, if you did it just as hard as Jager planned on embarking on the next couple of time he got a chance to go this far with Jaspar again, then it really was a sport.
Now, the boy wasn’t a sex hound. It would just take him a little while to get used to it again. It was something refreshed in his mind; something he enjoyed very much. It would have to be kept in his pants though. He’d have to learn how to tame those new found hormone drives he would start to suddenly get. It was like being a teenager all over again. Though Jaspar’s age still had the ‘teen’ tacked on at the end, it didn’t honestly matter, did it? He was above the legal age and it was okay for them to date. It wasn’t like he was having sex with a minor. Even then, Jager wouldn’t lie. He had wanted in Jaspar’s pants since the first time he had seen the boy hard at work. But that was just his dick talking. Now, it would have been saying a lot too, but it was a little busy at the moment.
Biting his lower lip and dragging his head back, a smile stretched over his lips. He started to ride Jaspar just a little bit harder, getting some of that luscious rage out of his system. It was strange that knowing the condom was broken and he didn’t have a care about it. But he kind of trusted Jaspar and he knew he could trust himself. Hearing the broken moan of his name triggered another set performance of his square hips; rushing down into Jaspar’s with his jaw dropping to start issuing the pants from his lips. A subtitle whine pushed its way past his mouth, echoing out into the room. Jager could feel his heart started to speed up and the warmth starting to tighten at the lower edges of his abdomen. With his head tilted farther back to get in those last few erratic thrusts, he could feel his release building from deep inside his body. When he was allowed to spread the heat, he felt his toes curl and his stomach cramp while his body continued to ride out his orgasim. Once he finished, a stupid smile slid upon his lips as he gazed down at Jaspar with the same, but slightly less brighter lustful stare.
”Ah-Amazing.” He breathed. For once, the stutter was falling from his own lips.
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Post by jaspar geoffrey murphy on Jul 23, 2009 1:38:59 GMT -5
MARRIAGE WASN'T SOMETHING THAT CROSSED JASPAR'S mind too often. sure, someday he would love to be able to say that he was someone's forever. that he was loyal and completely and totally in love with that person. but when that day came, he wasn't sure when. or really with who. sure, on nights when he couldn't sleep, he'd watch his boyfriend sleep and think that he would he love nothing more than to wake up to that face, watch as the boy's face cleared and was completely at peace, every day for the rest of his life. but then again, he would have said the same thing about his ex-girlfriend. and, well, things hadn't turned out that well on that dream. but he tried not to think about it. he was trying to think positively. or as positive as he could. sure, he wasn't trying to get his hopes to high. he was well aware that jager could have a change of heart as just leave him. he hoped that he wouldn't, but he couldn't stop the boy even if he tried to. life did work in funny ways. whether he did marry jager or if the two ended up splitting apart, jaspar was sure that most of this time would have to be the happiest he's been in a long time. it was one of the few things that jaspar was completely sure about. he loved the boy. and it was easy to say that he could sometimes get high hopes and higher the risk of his heart shattering into a million pieces. but he trusted jager, more so than he did with most other people.but that might have been given for just a few obvious reasons. one of those reasons was that jager was, well, his boyfriend. if he didn't trust him then there was something wrong there. right? after all, the boy had been true to the promises he has had made to him. on the inside, that made jaspar possibly more than it should have. but for the vast majority of his life, jaspar never really did have someone other than georgia to fully trust. and there was only so much you can rely on your younger sister for. jager was one of those few people that didn't make fun of him because of his stutter, or his way too girlish appearance and that might have been of the things he loved about the boy. but love was always powered by much bigger things than the little you could easily pinpoint. there was so much that he loved about, and he also knew that he couldn't describe what it was if someone asked. and that was the way he felt love should be. you shouldn't have to list things about someone to prove you loved them. love was deeper than that, or so he thought, and he wanted so, so badly for it to be true with jager. the love that is. sure, part of him, deep down, knew that it would take a while for the whole "true love" setting to click into high gear. but he was okay that. he was okay with knowing that not every single love story had the fairy tale ending. and when they did, it wasn't always according to story book. it didn't matter to him. not now. not while their bodies were so, so close to one another. not while every physical flaw was shown in a private display for one another. his mind was so far gone now, that all that mattered was that he had the boy now. forever would be nice, but for now what they were now was good. and he could be completely honest if he was to say that he still just a little bit surprised that he had ended up with jager. sometimes the male seemed like he was too good for him, too perfect, almost. don't get him wrong, jaspar was happy. more than happy sometimes. but whenever jaspar was alone, whenever he had the time to think about it, point out every little flaw attacked onto his name, he felt like jager deserved so much better than him. jaspar wasn't that good of a person; he wouldn't say bad, but definitely not good. he was far too paranoid, scared of most things in this world. his self esteem was far too low for someone to deal with.. but he never let these things shine. or he tried not to at least. but there were still times where the paranoia got to him, controlled over his abilities and force him to become a complete and total wreck. sometimes he talked about it, sometimes he didn't. most of the time, he didn't. he didn't like people knowing about his schizophrenia, even though he had let jager in on it. let him know what he was getting himself into. but there were still the times, the ones where he'd cry himself to sleep and refused to let his boyfriend help him. call him stubborn, but he just wanted to forget any of this had ever happened. that he wasn't a complete and utter freak. that he thought things, ones that weren't even there, were out to get him, out to kill him. talking about the subject meant that he wouldn't try to be able to forget about it. instead, it would only make it more real, more unavoidable. he didn't want that though. he just wanted the thing to go away. it might, or it might not. though, either way, it wouldn't ever fully be completely gone. he'd still see the people, the ones that were only a figment of his imagination. but he'd be able to control them, cause them less harm onto his mind and those around him. that's what jaspar wanted more than anything when it came to himself. but that day would take a while. who knows how long. but all he could do was keep taking his medication and getting to his therapy whenever he could. now though, the latter wasn't really an option. he could wait though, try to work harder and harder until he was able to call himself "normal." somewhere, deep down in his mind, he was just a bit scared. he didn't want this, what they were doing, to ruin their relationship. he really hoped for the opposite. another part of him, one that took a slightly bigger fraction than the negative side, believed that the boy wouldn't leave him over this. it was a stupid though, really, and he should know better. he wanted to believe that part more than anything. jager loved him. he loved him, he loved him, he loved him. he wouldn't leave, couldn't. jaspar would be in pieces if he did. more confused and more of a mess than he already was. now, it wasn't the appropriate time to think about it though. not while the warmth was boiling inside of him. while jager was right there, moving against him. and then, the thrusts started getting harder. it was a few seconds, maybe not even, that he was done. finishing with a broken moan, he saw white before his eyes briefly. his breathing was heavy while he felt the older boy finish some time (not too long) after he did. his eyes stayed closed for a minute or so, while he tried to recover just a little bit. but as he felt the other stopping, he opened then again, seeing the smile on his lips. he honestly couldn't help but form the slightly crooked smile forming on his lips, maybe just a little bit too tired to form a completely proper one. " mmm," he voiced in agreement, closing his eyes as his head rested against the cushion beneath it. and for once, jaspar might have been completely content. TAG jager ozwell. WORDS 1,310. OUTFIT this is just cute CREDIT banner, template: mary jane. lyrics: ryan cabrera. NOTES ilovethem. js.
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Post by jager thane ozwell on Jul 24, 2009 1:31:18 GMT -5
There was just one little question that was floating around up there in that head of his. Jager, of course, just being curious and slightly concerned with a small thing was never really good. The boy was just a bit worried that if a hard situation came up that the other boy would just go running back to his daughter’s mother. Of course, Jager would understand, even if he had to make himself do so. He knew that if Jaspar really wanted to be with Misty and be the father he needed to be, then he would have to move back home and make mends with Misty’s mother. Jager was sure that wouldn’t be hard. Now that he knew Jaspar, he couldn’t understand how anyone would ever treat him poorly. The boy had been the best thing that had happened to him in his whole like so far. He wanted this to be his forever, but how could it when Jaspar was still constantly thinking about how things would have been or could be if they changed. Jager didn’t want things to change. Call him selfish but if Jaspar ended up going back to Misty’s mother, then he wouldn’t see it as a change for the better. Of course, that was just his heart speaking; if it happened to get broke or anything. But he didn’t even want to really think about it. Pulling randomized thoughts from his mind like that could ruin what he was doing. And first time sex with Jaspar was certainly something he did not want to ruin. So, shoving the thoughts to the backside of his mind, he focused on what he needed to do to make this a good experience for the boy currently below his tanned frame.
The first time was always the hardest. Of course, that was the case with most things, but with sex it meant a whole lot more. Wither it were your real first sexual experience or a new experience with someone different. Obviously for Jaspar this was a second time thing, but it was his first time with a guy. He had a way of being very innocent before things started to get heated, and that was one thing that Jager just loved. Of course, he would have to learn to tame down those now uncontrollable teenage hormones. It was bound to happen, really. Jager was getting sex again; good sex at that, and he was going to be completely eager for it again very soon. He’d just have to learn that it was Jaspar’s choice if things were allowed to go farther again. He didn’t want to seem like some sex addict, even if he already did smother Jaspar when he felt the sudden urge to just always snuggle and cuddle. After sex was one of the best times to get real close, or at least, that’s what Jager thought. He loved being close after a good intimate session, at least if it was with someone he liked. No, the boy wasn’t a manwhore; but he used to be. Yeah, Jager could confess to sleeping around when he was younger, but that was before and this was the after.
After he had finished, Jager took his time to come down from his high. His lungs had been on auto-pilot while he had been having sex. Now that he was finished, the bassist had forgotten how breathing worked. Somewhere in between the whole breathing in thing, he got lost. Sucking in a harsh breath, he pulled out and collapsed against Jaspar. The discomfort of the messy rubber clinging to his skin caused him great annoyance. Jager had never taken a condom off so fast. He glanced at it, noting the broken material with a smirk. After dropping it in the trash bin, he quickly cleaned his hands with the towel that was lazily hanging on the edge of the nightstand. He smiled at Jaspar’s hazy expression, leaning over him to softly drag the comfortable fabric over his abdomen to clean the mess. A shower in the morning would be nice, but for now, Jager refused to let Jaspar go anywhere but in between his arms. He tossed the towel to the floor and cuddled back against his boyfriend’s body. Settling over him; hovering some, he planted sweet kisses in a line up to his neck while his fingers traced an invisible line against Jaspar’s flat(too flat) stomach. With his cheek finally resting on Jaspar’s shoulder, Jag closed his eyes and breathed deep to admire the fresh scent of sex clinging to the other’s pale skin.
It was easy to see that Jaspar was tired. Hell, Jager couldn’t blame him. After his first time with another guy, he had been ready to pass out right there, but then again, he could do no such thing since his first time with another guy had been the boy’s living room couch. Now you wouldn’t want your ‘attraction’s’ parents walking in and finding you both naked on the family seating, now would you? Exactly. So, Jager had been forced to hike it all the way home in the cold depth of a winter night(yes, he still remembered the month of his first time) all alone with no one there for him to explain just how his body was hurting a little too much for his liking. Thinking back to that made Jager realize just how much of a naïve teenage boy he had really been. Back then, the experiments to made had you falling in love even if it wasn’t really meant to be. Now, with this boy’s body pressing flush against Jaspar’s, he was ready to make the promise he had been thinking about for a while. Jager soothed his arm over the boy’s waist, pulling him into his chest and holding him there with his own strong frame hovering over his boyfriend’s body protectively. “Jaspar,” he whispered, kissing the other’s temple. He closed his eyes, dragging his nose over the damp skin of his forehead. “You know I’m always there for you.” Another soft kiss was pressed to his forehead.
“When ever you need me, or, even when you don’t. I’m still here.” His voice was calm; collected. Jager drug his fingers against the other’s side, forcing himself not to react to feeling the boney pressure of ribs under his finger tips. “I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you, Jas. I can’t think about life without you anymore. You’re always in my future, no matter how far I look ahead. And I…” he paused, not really knowing if he should say the next part. He was already thinking that the sex would run Jaspar off, but this was something completely different. Swallowing back the nerves, he pressed a firm, very lovely kiss against the boy’s corner of his eyebrow. “And I want to marry you someday,” he whispered into the skin.
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Post by jaspar geoffrey murphy on Jul 27, 2009 21:34:20 GMT -5
HIS HEART RACED AGAINST HIS CHEST, the thumping sound echoing through his ears. part of his life, he had dreamt of having that perfect, fairy tale ending of his life. even if he knew it would never come. he'd get the girl and whisk her away toward happily ever after. he could do it; it wasn't that hard, was it? most of his family had gone through it, so he could as well. that's what he thought at least. jaspar may have learned the hard way that finding this dream would cause more heart break than anything. but he was being a strong, little prince. it's easier said than done. jaspar was too paranoid, too scared, to try to find someone for himself. but it didn't help that there were those who he thought were always going to get the ones he loved. that might have been what caused his shy, uncomfortable exterior. he never wanted anyone to get hurt, it was never his intention. jaspar was always aiming to be the brave, little prince. or at least the prince. brave wasn't' a word in the list of correct terms to describe a mister jaspar geoffrey murphy. unfortunately, he had never been the right prince. most girls turned away from his embarrassing stutter and the all too insecure shell. and yeah, sure there was karen, his only ex-girlfriend and first love, but it wasn't the right combination. and, yeah, he was okay with that. really. and sure, his mind would flutter back to her. but it was that undeniable curse of the first love. there was no stopping it, but he had moved on from that. now, he had jager. and he really wouldn't be happier. seriously, even with the concept that jager was, well, a man. it didn't feel as weird as japar had originally thought it would have been, or how it had been three months ago. the concept that he was gay wasn't bothering him as much as it had been all those months ago as well. all that mattered to him was the fact he was in love and he was loved in returned. and, after all, it wasn't the gender you fell in love with, it was the person. though, he still couldn't' help but be nervous about what his parents would say. he didn't want them to abandon him. 'cause even at the age of nineteen, he still needed his parents. he wasn't the rebellious type and thought he could live life without them. jaspar knew very well that he couldn't. he needed them so, so much more than he gave himself credit for. it was really embarrassing. but, when you had the issues he did, you kind of did need loving support. especially the kind that could only come from a mother. the understanding, loving nature no one could really replace. and if he were to be honest, his "little problem" was starting to scare him. at those times where he was without his medications, the people, they weren't only after him anymore. they were also after jager as well. something like this had happened about four years ago as well. around the time he had been with karen. well, just after he had been with karen. it was misty's first birthday and jaspar hadn't been around to see it. he was in the hospital getting tests done on him. some time later,he had been diagnosed. and while the drugs and therapy did help some. there were still the signs, the presents of the men. the ones that were set out to destroy everything in his life. they wanted to ruin his happiness, his peace. but he wouldn't let them. none of them could ever take jager away from him. ever. he'd been an eternal mess for the rest of his life and fall into the same, old jager-less routines he had once lived so long ago. if jaspar would ever be able to accomplish that ability again, he didn't know. but he would have to suck it up and move over another speed bump his life lead out before him. even if it did take a while to accomplish that. his brown eyes fell shut as he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern. oh, yeah, and keep his heart beat under control. that, however, could be a little difficult with your boyfriend still on top of you after a sex session. not that he was actually complaining about it. a small smile did break onto his lips when he felt the light roughness of the towel rub against his skin. it was funny, he thought, how he aimed toward becoming a prince, but he now found himself in the place of a princess on some days. not that he's complaining about that either. 'cause even though he could sometimes get annoyed with his boyfriend's habits, the fact that he could sometimes be too much of a gentlemen, he still loved the fact that he was. one thing that jaspar had decided not too long ago, was that he'd rather have too much of it than not enough. sure, a happy medium would be good, but he could live. he knew that jager would never mean harm, that he meant the best for him. and that was good enough for him. more than good enough. sure, there were the people out there that had treated him like shit, but jager did make up for it in some ways. even if he never let the other's bother him so much, just pretended like his boyfriend was by his side and whispering in his ear. nothing he could harm him. that's what his hopes were at least. a small, pleased noise vibrated in his throat as he felt the other on him; the lips against his neck, and the fingers against his skin. another once slipping through his lips as his body was brought close to the other's this was perfect, right then, with their bodies so close and with no worries. at least on jaspar's plate. he was fully content, laying there with his boyfriend while they were surrounded in silence. though, jager's voice soon cut through it. and jaspar didn't' voice out against it. not that he actually would have if he hadn't wanted the boy to speak, break the silence. though he was more comfortable around jager, he was still too shy to do that. so instead, he enjoyed his boyfriend's voice, the touches, the kisses. his lips parted a bit as he heard the boy speak, eyes opening just a bit to look at the collarbone his boyfriend. a small gasp fell from his lips at the last sentence, from shock. he could feel the ever so cliched butterflies swarm into his stomach as he processed the words into his mind. and.. a small smile formed on his lips. adjusting his head just a bit, he pressed his lips to the closest skin he could, gently. " s-someday," he whispered, just a hair quieter than he normally would have been. TAG jager ozwell. WORDS 1,245 OUTFIT this is just cute CREDIT banner, template: mary jane. lyrics: ryan cabrera. NOTES YOUBETTERTYPEUPTHATSTORYNOW.
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Post by jager thane ozwell on Jul 28, 2009 19:01:49 GMT -5
Had there always been a boundary between being the typical person that enjoyed some affection and then being the type of person that claimed they were nothing short of a stuffed bear to constantly cuddle? If there was, then Jager sure as hell had crossed it. Before, he was the kind of person that was okay with casual hugs or tempted kisses on the cheeks. But then things went farther, it was either because he had some alcohol in his system or he was just being a typical teenage boy and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. But after he’d stepped back and taken those first few large strides into a relationship, somewhere in between it all he had crossed the line that made him go from being the guy that was freaked out from smothered touches to being the guy that was giving those smothered touches. He wouldn’t lie. When he was around Jaspar he could it extremely difficult to keep his hands to himself. He always wanted the other close. But he had to make amends with the constant bickering of his thoughts to just touch Jaspar. He knew it could drive the other insane if he was a little too affectionate, but even then Jager hardly held himself back. He didn’t see how the other could expect any less from Jager after having sex. He had always kind of been the guy that liked to cuddle after a good night of exchanging body heat and touches. That was, if it was with someone he really happened to like more than just a casual one night stand.
With Jaspar, Jager just felt the need to constantly make the boy aware of his far too protective nature; make sure he had it known that Jager was always just a step behind to catch him if something were to ever cross his path and make it all too rough to travel through. The devotion he had gotten himself into was driving the boy into the possibility of being love-struck. But Jager didn’t mind that. The sooner he got it out that he wanted the rest of his life to be spend with Jaspar, the better. He didn’t really know why he had held it all back for as long as he had, actually. Maybe it was because he was afraid that the boy would get caught up in his own worried thoughts and tell Jager that things were just going far too fast. Jager would wait though. He’d put all of his time into taking it back a step instead of moving forward if that’s what Jaspar needed. There wasn’t one thought of his that had the future without Jaspar there in it as well. He just wanted to be able to slide that ring right over his finger now if he could. The only problem with that was he had no such possession of the item. Jager promised himself he wouldn’t jump on this. After all, he was still lazily in wait of Jaspar’s response to what he had just breeched forward. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t dream, couldn’t he? Jager had the perfect plan set out, but that time would come soon enough. Until he felt like it was really the right time to bring things together that officially, he would have to just let things flow and see how they went.
He still couldn’t fight off the excitement of going engagement ring shopping. Of course, it would really suck if he happened to buy a ring that wasn’t the right size. Subconsciously, but so casually, his hand fitted with Jaspar’s; lacing their fingers together in a soft hold. His chocolate eyes scanned over the over’s figure when he watched the surprise settle in on his expression. That was good; Jager expected surprise. When Jaspar began to ease, he could feel his heart starting to slow down from it’s marathon pace. Settling back into the risky touch of his boyfriend’s lips against his skin, Jager couldn’t hold the smile from his lips. Every time those lips touched any part of his body, he still felt that little wave of pure desire and just acceptance because Jaspar was touching him. It wasn’t like he could lie and say it wasn’t a wonderful feeling when it was against his own mouth either. For someone that only had one previous girlfriend and Jager being his first boyfriend, Jaspar sure as hell knew how to work that mouth of his. Jager suppressed the giggle that wanted to emit from his throat. Now was not the time to be tossed into a fit of giggles because he was allowing his mind to stray off and think of else things. Hearing the soft stutter of the single word made his whole body settle into a fury of ease. Leaning down to softly press their mouths together, he let his eyes close and picture the scene welling through his mind.
Jaspar’s soft skin in the dark suit. His smile basking in the sunlight. All the images made Jager’s body eagerly melt back against his boyfriend’s. A quiet noise of please eased from his lips while he settled one hand back against the bed; pinning Jaspar’s hand under it. No, he wasn’t saying he was ready for anther round. After all, Jager wasn’t going to push Jaspar that hard all in one night. This was supposed to be a full weekend of them getting back into the groove of being with each other. He had a few mindless hours left where he could get that close with Jaspar again. Slowly easing his mouth off of the other’s, he lowered his chin down to rest on his chest. A content sigh emitted from his lips while his free hand touched over Jaspar’s side. “I think I need bigger condoms,” this time, the giggle wasn’t hidden. “That one didn’t put up very well. Or maybe it was just you. You do turn me on a lot, I have to admit.” As if he wasn’t already teasing Jaspar enough, he eased onto his side and tugged Jaspar’s body flush against his own. His fingers ghosted down his side while his teeth toyed with his lower lip. He stared at Jaspar’s slightly swollen lips, tempting himself not to push closer to get any more of those last few bits of pure need out of his system. Hey, you couldn’t hold him against it. Pushing forward for another passionate kiss, Jager’s hand eased up to caress Jaspar’s cheeks. His fingers pushed back over his throat, feeling the pulse point thump back against his index finger.
He smiled being the kiss. This way, he’d be able to touch Jaspar’s heart; in a sense.
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Post by jaspar geoffrey murphy on Aug 3, 2009 19:29:52 GMT -5
MAYBE THAT LITTLE ENGAGEMENT PROMISE SHOULD have scared him a bit more, worried him just a little bit. maybe something deep down knew he shouldn't have hinted at a yes. there was always the chance that something could go wrong and break them apart. but now, something about them just seemed right. so fucking right. jaspar hoped it would be for a while if not forever. yes. it so seemed like a teenage girl about her first real relationship. but that was how jaspar felt about jager, in a way. maybe it had just been too long since he had been in a relationship and his mind was playing those little tricks on him. he really fucking hoped now. he truly, honestly wanted this thing with jager to be true, real, whatever. it had been a long time since jaspar had felt this happy. especially with someone else. he didn't want it to end. but maybe he shouldn't get his hopes up too high. he didn't want to get hurt, or crushed, again. but no one really did aim to hurt someone when things went bad. heartbreak was never really an intentional thing. well, it could be, but he doubted either him or jager would do that. daily, jaspar gave jager a new piece of his heart. sometimes, it would be big; other times, it would be smaller. most of it depended on the events of the day. but the point of all this would be that jager was holding onto his heart and would hopefully hold it as a whole one day. after karen, he had sort of shied away from relationships. even if the fact that he was far too shy to actually talk to anyone. but that wasn't the point. this was only his second relationship in his life. part of him wanted all those cliche things he was too shy to admit he wanted to happen. maybe jaspar was too much of a girl for his own good. but that still wasn't his fault. well, he wouldn't claim it to be at least. a small, lazy smile settled over his lips when he felt his boyfriend kiss him. even if had been three months since their first kiss, he still felt a small swarm of butterflies (or whatever) fly into his stomach. and part of him really hoped that they would never go away. yeah, okay, the boy was a little bit too lame for his own good as well. sometimes. but that's okay. jager didn't need to know everything that went on in that little head of his. he could still keep a few little secrets inside there, locked away from everyone else. though, he was sure that they would be brought into light eventually. that was the way it usually worked. something would be stuck in his little, messed up head of his and he would have it slipped out against his own good. now, it wasn't like jaspar couldn't keep a secret. he most certainly could. most of the time, it was his parents or sisters that let something loose. maybe that was another reason why jaspar was afraid to bring jager home. he had no clue what embarrassing stories they could tell him. he seriously thought they were out to embarrass the hell out of him (like most other parents). he could remember with karen, they picked out the most embarrassing stories they head in their little heads. especially the ones where he was a little boy and playing dress up with his sisters. yeah, he might want to avoid having jager learn those stories. only god knows what level of embarrassment could come from that. or how jager would react. and he was definitely not going to think about that now. his lips easily molded against jager's while they kissed. it was almost ridiculously easy for him to do. but maybe that was a good thing. when the older pulled away, he almost frowned. almost. he wouldn't allow the muscles in his face to pull down though. instead, he just listened to the other speak. a dangerously red blush filled his face even in his tired state. maybe he should work on that and eventually have jager work harder to get that blush on his cheeks. he doubted that would ever happen though. no matter how annoying it did get. jager just that type of effect on him. maybe that was one of the things that jaspar was drawn to, like about the boy. hey, you could never know. much didn't really surprise him anymore. especially when it came to his boyfriend. he had just come to expect all those unexpected things. as weird as that sounds. but maybe that was all part of the little charm that jaspar had been drawn to in the beginning. or maybe that had just been a few too many fantasies he had had after their first meeting. god, jaspar was really pathetic, wasn't he? he didn't say anything though, didn't trust himself to not embarrass himself anymore than he already felt. instead, he looked up at the boy until he felt the other's lips on his once again. his head leaned into jager's hand while it was on his cheek. and yeah. this was all good. he could live with this. one of his hands moved itself from it's place on the sheet onto jager's lower back. absently, one of his fingers traced a pattern or two onto the skin ever so slightly. and maybe he was kissing the boy just a bit lazily, enjoying the feeling of their skin together after what they had just done. maybe he was too much of a cheesy romantic, but what would expect from living in a household of females? really, you couldn't expect much more than that. but he was fine with the way that they were, close and kissing. his hand raised from the older's lower back, arm curling while he gripped onto his shoulder. his fingers pressing into the skin just a little bit before he pulled his lips away from the other. " we sh-should sleep f-for a bit, yeah?" he mumbled to the other, eyes slowly opening to look at the other. TAG jager ozwell. WORDS 1,039 OUTFIT this is just cute CREDIT banner, template: mary jane. lyrics: ryan cabrera. NOTES <3
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Post by jager thane ozwell on Aug 4, 2009 19:57:29 GMT -5
Like every little girl out there, Jager dreamed about the perfect wedding. Of course, he didn’t play with Barbie dolls when he was a kid or anything, but there were the few times he’d do something totally out of it just to get to be a girl’s friend. As a child, Jager had been an attention whore since he could babble out cute little baby noises. He liked it when the spot light was on him and after his father started going insane, that spotlight was starting to fade. It was the reason why he had gotten into so much trouble; just believing that that spotlight would shine back on him if he caused enough havoc. It wasn’t new for teenagers to rebel against the parents just because they wanted the attention. Maybe Jager had taken it a little far, but it still hadn’t been enough for his parents to really care or notice. So it was one more problem kid. That wasn’t that big of a deal. As long as he was staying out of jail, then they didn’t care. Too bad he didn’t get a chance to do something bad enough to throw him behind those bars before his dad snapped. And people wondered why he didn’t like explaining his past. It wasn’t like he was a perfect step-ford son, and he wasn’t that bad of a kid. He just got the wrong idea at the wrong time in age.
But, if he had family to take Jaspar home to, you could believe that he would. The boy was quiet and shy; very home-settling for Jager. If his mother were still alive, he was sure that she’d be happy with the person that he had picked. If it hadn’t been for there death though, Jager would probably be locked up in some jail for a crime he had committed just to say ‘haha’ in his parents faces. Change wasn’t always for the best, but in this case it seemed like the perfect new life style that the boy needed. Maybe he could of done without the war and over seas fighting, but that had sort of helped him too. It made him stronger in a sense of how to handle unstable situations. Before when he had just been a kid, he had been afraid to face things that everyday life livers had to go through. It had made him stronger with himself and who he was. Of course, he wouldn’t recommend it for anyone that was asking; it had been a hellish life style to live for those three years. But it was kind of his rehab for the alcohol and the drugs he was more or less fighting with since he was thirteen. The way that each of them grew up was very different. Jager probably wouldn’t of even noticed Jaspar if they happened to go to school together back then.
It was all just long thinking, though. Tentative ideas of how fate could have played out if they would of started at a different time and a different place. Now, looking down at Jaspar’s soft, relaxed face, it made him realize how much he wouldn’t ever change how things had went. If he hadn’t of come on tour, he wouldn’t of met Jaspar. And if he wouldn’t of met Jaspar, he wouldn’t be this happy person he was today. His tanned hand smoothed against his boyfriend’s pale face as their lips teased together. Feeling the pressure being returned to his lips made Jager smile. His fingers slipped farther back, threading through Jaspar’s thick hair while his body slowly eased away to get that desperate oxygen into his lungs. Jager knew it wouldn’t take much to get that color to fill the boy’s cheeks. He didn’t really have to say much before the flush of delicate pink touch the skin. Really, he thought it was the most adorable thing when he saw Jaspar’s cheeks blown a whole shade of red. It took him a lot to get the color so flush to his cheeks, but with his kind of up beat and blunt personality, Jager was starting to get used to seeing that color brightly accenting Jaspar’s face. Besides, it wasn’t like he thought it was a turn off anyway.
When their lips were pressed together again and the weight of Jaspar’s warm hand was settled against the small of his back, Jager felt like it was the right kind of touch to make him melt. His heart slowed down, enjoying the company of those finger tips against his skin. The muscles that had once been tightly clenched to hold himself up over the other now relaxed at the soothing touch. Jager was sure he would never get tired of feeling those hands on his body. It was well enough that he still felt like a school girl (ready to squeal at any second from what Jaspar said or did), kind of immature for being in such a serious relationship. Jager had his moments. It wasn’t fun always having to be a grown up anyway. Sure, Jager could be serious when he needed to be but most of the time he was jus at little kid that was always begging for attention. Like they said, you couldn’t teach and old dog new tricks. When he felt the nice melt worthy touches leave his lower back and slip against his shoulder, he knew that their lips weren’t going to be greeting each other’s presence all that much longer. So, he took advantage of that. Tugging Jaspar’s lower lip into his mouth, he sucked on it lazily before the other had a chance to pull away.
Answering with a nod of his head, Jager shifted on the bed. He sat up some and leaned over to turn off the light from the night stand. He settled against the bed then, dragging Jaspar against his chest tightly. His arms loomed over him, holding him with a protective feeling easing over him. As long as Jaspar was safe, he was content. A soft sigh left his lips as he settled back into the comfortable pillow behind his neck and head. “I love you,” he whispered. The words left his lips in a hazy state; already feeling the rush for sleep.
He stayed like that for the rest of the night. His arms were laced tightly around Jaspar’s body, holding him firmly against his chest that was slowly rising and falling. Jager wanted it to be like this years from now. They could wake up in each other’s arms, embraced tightly to one another and ready for what ever the next day would give them.
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