Re: Jasper & Logan
"Motherfuckers," Logan agreed before taking a quick drag from the cigarette. The tip tasted like Jasper. Or what Logan imagined Jasper tasted like. Something. "Some of 'em are hot as fuck though, wearin' those tight little legging things. Makes their asses look amazing." He grinned and handed the cigarette back over before lifting his chin a bit to exhale the smoke into the chilly air. It felt kind of good, actually, given his overheated skin. Logan looked back into the house through the glass doors. "How many do you think I can get to fuck around with me before the night's over?" Or before Logan passed out, anyway. He was starting to tip over the line from buzzed to wasted and he had no intention of pulling back from it.
There were a lot of pert, tight asses in there, Jasper had to concede that. Not that he could really look much with Jules around. Not that he even really wanted to look much. They might be hot, but most of those asses were attached to girls he couldn’t stand. “Jules’s ass looks amazing,” he murmured, though it was more to himself than Logan. He took his smoke back and tucked it in his lips again, shifting his weight to lean against the deck railing a bit more. “Prob’ly a lot? But don’t burn through all of ‘em real quick, man,” he advised -- pretty wisely, if you asked him. “You know how fuckin’ small this town is. An’ they all talk to each other, blah blah blah blah blah.” Jasper pitched his voice higher for the last part and tilted his head back and forth with an eyeroll, then snickered.
Jules's ass did look amazing, but Logan figured he probably shouldn't agree vocally. He drank more from his beer instead and glanced back into the house before turning to lean against the deck railing with Jasper. "You really think they're gonna want to tell each other they screwed around with me?" He grinned, since he was sure Jasper knew what he meant. Hadn't he been Jules's dirty little secret for most of the summer? Then again, Logan had been gone for over a year so it was possible most of Jules's friends had forgotten who he was, if they even knew him in the first place. "Eh, you're probably right though. I probably already made enough of a mess in Jules's brother's bed anyway. What's his name? Fuck, I forget already." If Sebastian had even mentioned the guy.
That was a fair point, but a lot of those girls didn’t have the willpower that Jules did. They liked to compare notes, Jasper had overheard plenty about it. But maybe not about boys they slummed with, and Logan would definitely fall into that category. He just shrugged. Even if they didn’t talk, there was a finite number of them in this rinky-dink town. Then his brows lifted and Jasper looked surprised. “What?” he said, elongating the word through a laugh. “With who? S’Jason, by the way. He’s a dick.” Which just made Jasper titter more, because Logan had defiled his bed, and that was hilarious at the moment.
Even drunk Logan realized Jasper was probably right. Point Pleasant was small as hell and he probably didn't want to burn every bridge in the first week he was there. Getting laid would end up becoming exponentially harder. Grinning at Jasper, Logan took his time by taking another long drink of beer, almost deciding to play a game of guess but his brain wasn't really cooperating much with being clever at the moment. Besides, he was far too amused to play coy. "Sebastian McCarthy," he said, hiding his widening grin behind his beer. "Wanted to see if he was really gay. Turns out he is."