Ten minutes later, after a shower, Jasper was out the door, trying to remember if his drivers lisence was even still valid. Probably not, but he didn't care. He had to get to Isaiah's house. Like, soon.
An hour after that, Jasper was beginning to feel something that he hadn't in a very long time. Sobriety. The last drink he'd had had been hours ago, and the major buzz had faded in the shower. He could have grabbed something to drink on the way out, maybe popped a pill like he usually did - but for some reason, he hadn't.
It was clearly something worthy of a front-page headline: JASPER MARKS, SOBER FOR FIRST TIME IN YEARS.
The drive was boring, punctuated only by loud Black Sabbath CDs, and it only took a few hours to reach Isaiah's house. Parking his car outside, Jasper cut the engine, and wondered, for a moment, if he should actually be doing this. This wasn't just fueled by lust, although Isaiah turned him on so quick every time he said something dirty. This was different.
And maybe that was why Jasper was actually here.
So he ran his fingers through his hair in attempt to comb it into some sort of neatness, and shoved his car keys in his pocket, making his way to Isaiah's front door. Jasper couldn't tell if anybody was there with him, so he'd probably have to wait to find out before tackling Isaiah to the floor, sadly. He knocked, and waited, hoping Isaiah was actually home. Fuck, if he wasn't, Jasper was just going to wait right here.