Re: Jasper & Logan
Logan really had no idea what would happen tomorrow, or the next day, etc. etc. He knew it was cliché to be all... live for the day! carpe diem and all that shit, but it was how he liked to live because he knew pretty well that bad things could happen at any moment. More than anything he wanted to get Jasper out of the shithole that was his life and on the same track as Logan. That was one of the reasons he came home. Right now it was fun to listen to Jasper defending his cock and Logan smirked as his friend knocked back the rest of his drink. Then he cocked a dark brow and turned his body more fully towards his friend. "Wait, you mean you got pictures of her tits? You know I'd never tell her I saw 'em, right? And if I already know what they look like I won't be like, starin' at her chest later trying to imagine them and risk having her kick me in the balls or whatever."
Jasper made a snort-psh sort of sound that was vaguely insulted and gave Logan a look. “‘Course I got pics of her tits, what kinda boyfriend you think I am?” he asked incredulously. He had plenty of nudes of Jules, ones she’d sent him and a few she’d let him take himself, and they were perfect wank fodder for whenever they hadn’t gotten some time to themselves. Or just whenever he felt like it, which was more often lately. “But nuh uh, no,” Jasper went on with a short laugh and a wave of a hand. “You’re gonna get me in trouble, and I do that like ... enough.” He almost pointed out that Jules didn’t like Logan already, but managed not to. It was a party, they were supposed to all be having fun. Jasper slung an arm around Logan’s shoulders instead. “Her nipples though ... ohmygod, dude,” he mumbled.
Logan groaned in disappointment. "What the hell, man. If I had pics of my girl's tits, you know I'd show you. If I had a girl, anyway." He finished off his beer and set the empty can on the deck railing. He had to figure Jasper actually liked Jules if he wasn't willing to risk getting into trouble with her over a picture. "Now I guess I'll just have to use my imagination, and I'm gonna warn you, it can get pretty nasty in there." He tapped his finger against his temple. "You keep talkin' about her nipples though and I'm gonna have to go in and get someone else to jerk me off again." Really, a part of him felt done with the party. It was basically free alcohol and everything, but he didn't know or really like anyone inside. The only person he cared about was standing right beside him. "You staying all night or what?"
Logan probably would show him tits if he had them, but he also didn’t go out with girls like Jules. At least not in Jasper’s experience. Jules was classy, even if she was a dirty freak with him, and Jasper loved her, so her tits were just for him. Maybe once they lived together his will would weaken, but for now he was glad Logan didn’t really push. Jasper raised a hand to clumsily ruffle his hair and squinted a bit as he thought. “Mmm, think so? M’not drivin’ nowhere. Why, you leavin’? S’plenty handjob opportin-- opp-- uh ... chances, still here, y’know?” He made a vague gesture with his free hand back toward the door, his arm still around Logan.
"Nah not leaving yet. Probably shouldn't drive." He could crash somewhere in the big ass house. Logan figured being the boyfriend's best friend had to have its perks during a party like this. The last thing he needed was to try and drive home and crash his car. What better way to reintroduce himself to the PPPD? Logan slipped his arm behind Jasper to reach up and grasp his shoulder, squeezing a bit harder than he probably meant to in his condition. "Got my handjob... maybe I can get someone to blow me... then fuck. Go for the trifecta. I'll try an' mark every room in Jules's house. Bet she'd love that."