Who: Logan and Jasper When: late afternoon, Friday, Jan 5th Where: Logan's place Warning: mildly NSFW Status: complete
It was the last weekday of the holiday break, and Jasper woke up late. He’d been sleeping a lot the past few days, ever since ... well, ever since he’d lost his mind on Jules. It gave him a stomachache to think about it all. He knew something had been wrong with him, something deep and scary. Jasper had a temper, but he never would’ve put a hand on Jules in his right mind -- that was what he kept telling himself, anyway. As he’d obsessed about it since that day, he’d wondered more than once if he was just bullshitting himself. What if he was more his father’s son than he realized, and he’d just exploded. What if it happened again. What if it happened to him while he was talking to Amelia or something. That prospect had driven him to lots of weed and video games and sleep and isolation.
It didn’t help that Jules wouldn’t answer his texts. He hadn’t been bombarding her, feeling too ashamed to start begging, even when he felt like it. She probably wanted some space, anyway. But she wasn’t responding at all, and the couple of times he’d tried to call her had gone straight to voicemail. Despair was starting to settle in, the fear that he’d fucked up enough this time that she was never going to speak to him again.
He felt it heavy on his chest as he woke up past noon on Friday, then got up to shuffle around and take care of his bodily needs like a zombie. Jasper sat for quite a while in his room, turning his phone over and over in his hands. He’d already checked Jules’s Instagram and Snapchat and everything else, looking for updates, some clue as to how she was feeling, but she hadn’t posted anything in a while. It all made him want to cry, again. Fuck.
A sudden surge of restlessness bubbled up in Jasper’s chest and he stood up, tapping his phone screen to make it call Logan. He had to get out of this room, this house. Seeing his best friend would make him feel better, what else were best friends for?
Logan had only just woken up when his phone began to buzz on his nightstand. He was still groggy and still sleepy, so he was a bit surprised to find it was after three o'clock in the afternoon. What time had he even gone to bed? He couldn't really remember. The days all sort of bled together lately, which told him he probably needed to get a job and get back into some kind of routine. Otherwise he'd be out of money soon and then he'd probably start putting on weight or something. Fuck.
Answering the call from Jasper, Logan rolled over onto his back and rubbed at his eyes with his free hand. "Hey," he greeted, his voice hoarse from sleep. "Where've you been, man? It's like you went MIA. Or is that AWOL. One of those two." Logan had thought about driving over to Jasper's the night before, but a girl from the pizza shop had distracted him when he'd gone inside to grab some food.
Logan sounded like he’d been asleep, which kind of made Jasper feel better for sleeping as late as he had. Not that he usually needed the reassurance, but anything that made him feel like less of an asshole was welcome lately. “Yeah ... shit’s fucked up, man,” he muttered, pacing the length of his room. “So get your ass up and get dressed, I wanna like, come get you or come over or you come here or something ... wait no, not here though. Somewhere else.” It was as close as he could really come to saying ‘I need you’ to his bestie, but he was sure Logan would hear the intent under the bossy words.
Logan's fingers paused where he had been wiping the morning crusties away from his eyes and he cocked a brow at the tone of Jasper's voice. It wasn't angry or anything, just... off. Like something was wrong. This was Point Pleasant so of course something was wrong. "Okay. Why don't you come over here? I'll get up and get dressed. Mom's gone so we can hang here, or if you wanna go somewhere else, we can do that too. You wanna bring some weed?" It sounded like Jasper probably needed to get stoned and that was probably more "acceptable" than getting drunk this early in the day. Early for them anyway.
“Yeah, I’ll bring some,” Jasper answered, already moving to pick out some clothes to wear. He was glad he’d at least taken a shower after he got up -- which mostly consisted of standing under the hot water and feeling sorry for himself for a long time before a perfunctory scrub. “See you in a bit, dude.” Jasper didn’t wait for another reply, just hung up and started to get dressed. He didn’t mind being at Logan’s place as long as his mom was gone, or left them alone. Parents were the last people Jasper felt like fucking with today. He packed up some weed for the day and a pipe, then bundled up and headed out.
The drive over was unremarkable, except that Jasper passed an ice cream truck with tinted windows going in the other direction, the music blaring out of tune. That was weird, but he didn’t think a lot of it. Soon enough he was at Logan’s door and knocking.
Logan wasn't sure if Jasper would want to hang out at his place for very long, so he pulled on a pair of jeans and a rumpled long sleeved t-shirt before brushing his teeth and running his hands through his hair a couple of times. It didn't do much but fluff his bedhead up, but so the fuck what. He could comb it if they decided to go somewhere else. Not really caring that it was so late in the afternoon, Logan started a pot of coffee. It was still morning to him and he needed the caffeine. His mom had left a twenty on the kitchen counter and Logan grinned as he read the note beneath it. Lunch money. He was sending her a text with a heart emoji when Jasper knocked at the door.
Padding down the hall, he sent the text to his mom and shoved his phone into his back pocket as he tugged the door open to let Jasper inside. "What's up," he greeted, reaching out to ruffle Jasper's damp hair with his hand as he shut the door behind his friend. "You look like shit, J."
It felt like he hadn’t been touched in weeks, which he knew was dramatic bullshit, but it still made Logan’s affection feel nice. “I know,” he agreed, absently reaching up to straighten what his friend had mussed. “I feel like shit, too.” Jasper toed out of his boots since they were wet, but left his coat on for the moment, assuming they were going to Logan’s room to hole up. “You still look half asleep. Long night?” He knew he’d slept in late, but Logan looked like he legit rolled out of bed two minutes before. Not that Jasper cared, the rumpled look suited him, but still. He at least ought to ask before launching into his own shit.
"I look fucking hot," Logan said, turning to lead Jasper upstairs to his bedroom. They could hang down in the den but his mom would be upset if she came home and smelled pot in the house. At least in his room he could open the window. She rarely came in his room anyway. Besides, this way they could stretch out and chill and Logan had a television in the room if they just wanted to turn on some bullshit and get high. "But yeah, late night, I think. I don't know. Met a girl at Dino's and things... transpired." Logan ran his hand through his hair again. "So what's up? You sick or something?"
Jasper followed him upstairs, pushing down the flash of dumb jealousy that came with the news he’d been hooking up the night before. It wasn’t really directed at Logan anyway, just that sort of freedom of not giving a fuck. Jasper used to have that. Now everything was complicated and emotional and tricky. Not that what he’d just gone through was some normal relationship fight or anything, but still. Caring really sucked sometimes. “Maybe, I dunno yet,” he muttered as they shuffled into Logan’s room. Jasper took his coat off and let it crumple to the floor next to the door. He had a hoodie on underneath and he pulled the weed bag and pipe out of the front pocket as he moved to flop onto Logan’s bed. “I fucked up, man ... the other day, I just ... I dunno. Something’s wrong with me. Like bad wrong.”
Logan moved to the window and cracked it open, just a little. It was too cold to push it up all the way. At least the heat was on pretty high. Logan grabbed a hoodie from his dresser and tugged it on, watching Jasper as he got comfortable on Logan's rumpled bed. "What'd you mean, something's wrong?" Frowning, Logan walked over to the bed to sit, watching as Jasper readied the pipe. He was trying to suss out something in Jasper's face that would reveal something horrible. Cancer, or something worse. This town was so fucked up that it could be just about anything and that made his heart trip a bit in his chest. "Is it your shoulder? Is it getting infected or something?" Because Jasper's wound had been pretty gruesome.
It was hard to pack a bowl lying down, so Jasper sat up and started to do it on his crossed legs, careful not to waste any by spilling it in Logan’s bed. It helped to have something to do with his hands, though the task wouldn’t take too long. But then they could smoke and that always made him feel better. He huffed an unamused laugh at Logan’s question, glancing up at him. “No. That shit’s healed, man, it’s weird as fuck.” To prove it, Jasper tugged on his clothes until he’d halfway squirmed out of his hoodie and t-shirt under it, pulling it all up so Logan could see. There wasn’t a wound anymore, just a scar where the wound had been. Shaking his head, he put his shirts all the way back on and went back to tearing weed apart to stuff into the pipe. “I lost my shit on Jules a couple days ago,” he muttered. “Like completely out of control. For no reason.”
Logan's brows shot up at the look of the scar on Jasper's shoulder. That was so not normal. He wouldn't have even thought the stitches would have fallen out yet. "Yeah, that's fucking weird," Logan said, motioning to Jasper's arm as his friend began to put his clothes back into place. "I'd say go see a doctor about it, but they'd probably not have a clue about why it healed so fast. It's kind of freaky." More than kind of, but he didn't want to scare Jasper or anything. Logan got comfortable on his bed, scooting back until his back was against the headboard. He crossed his ankles, shoving his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie and watching Jasper closely. "Okay... so define 'lost your shit'. Did you yell at her? Were you fighting?" Couples fought. A lot, in his opinion. And it was Jules Cooper, who had always been something of a drama queen in school, if he was remembering correctly.
It was more than kind of freaky, it kind of scared the shit out of Jasper, in ways that were hard for him to explain. The speed of the healing combined with the horrible moods he’d had put bizarre worries into his mind that he couldn’t just shake off, not with everything he’d seen now. Talking about the fight with Jules was easier than talking about that though, so that was what he focused on. He heaved a sigh, his fingers pausing in their movements to rub at his eyes for a second. “She ... she’s got some stuff going on, and she came over like, before I was awake, and just came in and started ... talking about all kinds of shit at me,” he said, his tone a little pained. Jasper knew he hadn’t been at all justified in his reaction, but the memory of those intense emotions was still so clear. “And I just ... it just pissed me off, so fucking much, it was ... nuts. And she knew something was wrong with me and kept asking and that just pissed me off more, so we started to argue, and she called me crazy, man. And it just set me off.” He was speaking with emphasis, but he didn’t sound proud of himself. More confused and upset. “I ended up calling her a dumb bitch, and she slapped me. So I ... grabbed her arm and like, walked her to the door and told her to fuck off.” He’d been looking down at the weed pipe, and Jasper tossed a hangdog glance up at Logan. “And now she won’t talk to me. I felt like, completely out of control, man. And it lasted almost all day. I’ve never felt like that before.”
Logan grimaced, because even he knew what a bad idea it was to call a girl something like dumb bitch. "Damn, dude, that sucks. I'm sorry." He reached up to rub the nape of his neck, not really sure where to begin with all of that. On one hand, it just sounded like relationship drama. But on the other hand... Jasper had seemed pretty into Jules and it was hard to imagine him telling her to fuck off. "You know, you were kind of a dick on Saturday too. I mean, it didn't bug me any, but it was kind of weird to see you so agitated for no real reason. And with your arm... that shouldn't have healed so fast, man. I'm not a doctor, but even I know that. Does it still hurt? Maybe that has something to do with it. The stuff with Jules... how're you feeling about it now? I mean, are you still pissed off that she woke you up and unloaded all of her problems on you?" Jasper seemed fine now, but he had seemed fine on the phone Sunday too, after that Saturday of his weird ass bad mood.
Jasper rolled his shoulder a bit and shook his head -- it didn’t hurt, not anymore. It still itched a bit sometimes, but any healing wound would do that. He wasn’t stupid, he knew it was crazy that the scratch had healed so fast. Crazy and scary. But he didn’t know what to do about it, or what any doctor could tell him. Their whole thing was to make people better, and he was better. Just ... weirdly so. “I guess it kinda was like Saturday,” he muttered, his brow furrowed in thought. He hadn’t forgotten about it, not exactly, it had just been overshadowed by everything else. “But no, I mean like, I want her to tell me stuff. I might’ve been a little grumpy at being woken up, you know? But what she wanted to tell me was important, and I know that. I just couldn’t see through my own bullshit that day. S’why I think there’s something wrong with me, dude. None of it makes sense to me now, and I feel like a huge asshole.” The pipe was loaded, so he picked it up and fished out his lighter to take the first hit, then offered it to Logan.
Logan had no idea what could possibly be going on inside of Jasper, other than maybe that fog monster had infected him with something. Although it was weird that he would be in such a shitty mood one day and totally normal the next. Well, that was human nature, but it had seemed extreme for Jasper. Especially if his friend knew something was wrong with him. Logan took the pipe and lighter, thinking it all over as he took a hit for himself. "So what, did you guys like... break up? Why don't you just go over there and apologize or whatever. It's been three days. She's gotta get over it eventually, right? I mean... dumb bitch is harsh, but it could've been worse. If you really think something's wrong with you... tell her that. At least then you'd have an excuse for reacting the way you did." He was really just trying to make Jasper feel better. Honestly, Logan had no idea how to handle this kind of problem. He had never dated anyone past a couple of weeks, and this was one of the reasons why. He didn't know if he had what it took to care the way Jasper obviously did.
Jasper didn’t have any answers about what was wrong with him, and he definitely didn’t expect Logan to know anything. He just felt fucked up and lost now and he didn’t have a lot of people to turn to. Ruby and Amelia had enough to worry about themselves, he thought, and he felt kind of weird talking about them about girlfriend issues anyway. The problem was bigger than that, of course, but it was currently hard for him to see past what had happened with Jules. “I dunno if it was like ... a break up or she’s just still pissed,” he muttered, rubbing one hand over his face. Jasper had never had a relationship that had lasted this long, and he didn’t know the protocol either. Didn’t someone have to say they were broken up? Fuck. “It wasn’t just the ‘dumb bitch’ though,” he added miserably. “I think I like, hurt her arm. I wanted to beat her ass, I was feeling that crazy, but ... god, it was still so bad.” Jasper gave a groan and flopped over on his side, tugging his hood up over his head. He felt like he wanted to curl up and disappear, and that wasn’t a feeling he was used to. “She won’t answer my texts or calls, her mom hates me, I don’t think I can just ... show up there,” he mumbled.
“Fuck.” Logan winced again. “That’s not like you, man.” Jasper had a temper, Logan knew. But he didn’t think Jasper would ever purposely hurt a girl, not with how shit went down between his parents growing up. “Maybe it’s that scar on your arm,” he pointed out before taking another hit from the pipe and handing it back to Jasper. “That thing wasn’t... normal. Maybe it infected you with something. Not to sound crazy or scare you or anything. Do you know anyone else who got hurt? Maybe they’re experiencing the same kind of mood swings.” It was a shot in the dark, but that’s all Logan felt like he had right then. Trying to find a reason, any reason why Jasper might have lost his shit on Jules. He hated seeing his best friend so down on himself. “I bet she’d listen if she knew your mood was caused by one of those fog monster things. And fuck her mom. She doesn’t have a say in what you do.”
Jasper took the pipe and rolled enough onto his back that he could take a hit without dropping it all over himself, holding the hot smoke in his lungs as he gazed up toward the ceiling and listened to Logan. The scratch was the change, it was the only thing that had happened recently that could be influencing him ... as far as he knew. He tried to think about who else he might know that got hurt, and when the answer came to him he groaned out loud again. “That fucking bitch,” he muttered before taking another, bigger pull from the pipe. “Elodie, my new neighbor, the one I told you about. She got scratched and ended up hiding in the house with Amelia. She got fucked up pretty bad, my dad had to like, carry her into the ER once it all cleared off. She’s the only one I know about, I’m sure there were more.” He sighed heavily again. “If I’m like ... infected with some shit, maybe it’s better if Jules stays away from me,” he muttered unhappily.
Logan hadn't met Elodie and didn't know who she was beyond the small tidbits Jasper had told him here and there. "Might need to suck it up and ask her about it," Logan said finally. "Elodie, that is. If she's experiencing the same shit as you, then you know. If she's not, then you'll know it's something else. Process of elimination and all that." Logan was feeling buzzy now. Good. And he was kind of hoping Jasper wouldn't be mopey stoned because of Jules. He rubbed his thumb against the corner of his eye and sunk down a bit into his bed, getting more comfortable now. "Shit happens, man. I know it sucks. Maybe don't make any major decisions until you know what's going on. If she's ignoring you now, there's not a lot you can do about it, right? Besides, you've got me. I can try to help you out."
Logan didn’t have a huge bed, so while he was resettling, Jasper did the same to make room. He ended up lying next to his best friend, his hood still up to hug his head, their shoulders pushed together. Jasper took another hit from the pipe. He was feeling stoned now, but not enough to make him feel good yet ... the importance of things was just drifting away. Maybe that was all he could ask for. “But what if like ... it’s only happening to me? What if it like, affects people different? I dunno man,” Jasper murmured doubtfully. He didn’t really want to talk to Elodie, but he guessed he had to. “I’ll check with that cunt next door, I guess. Oh, or, wait ... my grandpa got it too. ... but he’s always a fucking dick, so I dunno if he would know the difference.” Jasper tittered a bit, then glanced over at Logan. “I am glad I got you though, dude. Thanks for like, saving my life and everything. Even though I turned around and fucked it right up.”
Logan snickered, because Jasper was right about his grandpa. Logan had only met the guy a couple of times when they were younger but something about him always put Logan off. "So you get to try to talk to a cunt or a dickhead. Guess you gotta go with the lesser of two evils there. And fuck, man, I don't know if it affects everyone different or not, but you gotta at least try to find out. I like it when you're a dick, but not like, a dick dick, you know?" He grinned over at his friend. "I didn't save your life. I just slapped a bandage on you and shoved some painkillers down your throat. But I'm glad you're okay. At least physically. And you know... you've always got me. I don't have a magic pussy like Jules, but my dick does good work." Logan's smile widened and he nudged Jasper with his arm. He was only somewhat joking, but it felt like a good way to lighten the mood some.
“This is a lot of talk about dicks and pussies,” Jasper murmured, though he was grinning now. It felt good, even if it mostly came from THC and bullshitting around with his friend. The problems weren’t gone, they were just muted, and sometimes that was all you got, so Jasper was going to enjoy it. He did think that Logan had saved his life, however indirectly. If he’d been alone out there, who knew what would’ve happened to him. He couldn’t remember now who pulled who into the drug store, but they’d probably both saved one another on some level. “And I’m gonna need like, a letter of recommendation from somebody about your dick before I believe that,” he teased lazily, smirking. “I’ll ask McCarthy how many stars he’d give it or somethin’. ... or do you mean it does good work like charity?”
Logan’s snicker turned into laugh, because now he was imagining putting an apron on his dick and sending it to serve soup at some shelter or something. Christ, his brain was an odd place to be sometimes. "Fuck your letter of recommendation," Logan said, once he had stopped tittering enough to respond properly. "You've known me long enough to just assume my dick is awesome based on... merit, or something. And since McCarthy keeps coming back for my dick, you know it's gotta be good." He was about to say he'd call Jules and get the rundown on Jasper's dick, but then he remembered Jules wasn't talking to Jasper so that was probably a good way to dull the mood. Logan grinned instead and rested his head against Jasper's for a moment. "Don't pretend you've never been curious, man. I know you."
“I’m not pretending anything,” Jasper protested, snickering a bit himself. The small taste of affection felt nice, and Jasper let his head rest back against Logan’s. “I already told you that before.” Had he? He was pretty certain that he had. He’d definitely told Jules. In front of Amelia. Oops. That had been a weird night. “I know you too, so I don’t like, assume you’ve got any merit at all,” he teased, nudging Logan back. “So McCarthy keeps coming back, huh? So like ... how does that work?” Jasper gave another little titter, feeling his cheeks get a bit hot. If he couldn’t ask his best friend about gay sex, who could he ask? “Like ... who fucks who? How do you decide? Coin flip? Paper rock scissors?”
Logan's brows scrunched together as he tried to remember what Jasper might have told him about dicks. His brain was a bit fuzzy, but Jasper probably had mentioned it. Maybe that was why he had no issue talking about it now. Though if Jasper had been uncomfortable with it and said so, Logan would have let it go. He didn't do that for many people. Very few, actually. "I haven't actually fucked McCarthy. It's been like, blow jobs and shit. I don't think he's ever actually had sex and I'm probably not the guy he wants to lose it to, which I don't blame him for." Logan grinned, but he didn't want to move or anything, since he was generally as affection starved as Jasper was. His mom was generally the only one who touched him in a non-sexual manner, so it was nice to have a best friend who didn't get fucking weird about it. "And you know, for sex it's just... some guys have preferences of where they'd rather be. Some don't give a shit and will take it any way they can... which is me, by the way. Variety is the fucking spice of life."
“Variety is the spice of fucking,” Jasper quipped, then snickered. He had the distant thought that Jules would be so mad at him, stoned and cuddled up to someone else while she wasn’t speaking to him. Or maybe she just straight up hated him now and considered them broken up and she wouldn’t care. That was a sad thought, so he tried not to dwell there, aiming his brain back toward Logan fucking people. And getting fucked, apparently. “So you don’t like one more than the other?” he asked, turning his head just slightly to peer out of the corner of his eye at his friend. Jasper had never played with his ass, even though he knew what they said about the prostate. The thought of getting fucked by a guy made his stomach feel kind of weird; he didn’t think he could do it.
Logan shrugged, his own face feeling warm now, though he didn't know if that was from the weed or the topic of conversation. He had never been shy about his sex life, and he wasn't feeling shy now. But talking about it was going to make him horny, which would put him in a mood, especially around Jasper. "Depends on who I'm with, and what kind of mood I'm in," he explained. "I think... if I had to pick one or the other, I like fucking... I mean, being the one who fucks. Guys, girls... just give me something to stick my dick in, okay? That's what I want." Logan looked at Jasper the best he could in their position and cocked a dark brow. "I bet you'd like it too. Fucking a guy, I mean. If you ever decided to try it, anyway."
Jasper could definitely relate to wanting to stick his dick in people. It pretty much felt like the best thing. Sticking it in a guy or a girl, it couldn’t be that different, right? “You think?” he murmured with a tiny smirk. The weed was making him feel warm and relaxed all over, and completely comfortable with this conversation somehow. Maybe because it felt nice to think and talk about, and he hadn’t felt nice in a few days, not really. It was like a relief. “Is it really that different? From fucking a girl?” he asked. Logan liked fucking both, so he maybe had a unique perspective, and Jasper couldn’t help but be curious.
"Yeah. I mean, I think it is, anyway. It feels different, physically. Not only like... pussy and ass, you know? But girls have that softness, and tits and smooth skin." He sighed happily just thinking about it. "Guys' bodies are obviously different, and you get different textures and shit. And the kissing is so different with a guy." Logan began to laugh. "Fuck. It's hard to explain, J. I feel like I'm getting technical and all that. But if fucking a dude was the same as fucking a girl, I'd just stick to one, and that would probably be guys, because girls are so much harder to get into bed. But then I'd miss pussy and their boobs in my face and... I can't pick!" He was amused, but he was also getting turned on and his jeans were starting to feel tight. Logan sat up then and nudged Jasper to do the same. "Okay, let me kiss you and you can see for yourself."
Jasper’s first reaction was to laugh and shove a bit at Logan’s chest. “Fuck outta here,” he muttered through his grin. But his heart had picked up speed and there was a tingle in his body that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Logan was still looking at him and he wasn’t cracking up, so Jasper added a soft, “For real though?” Belatedly, he sat up too and pushed his hood back, running fingers through his hair at the same time. It sounded like Logan was more into girls than guys, and Jasper told himself that was a good thing. This wasn’t a big deal, it was just ... curiosity. “Bet you won’t, asshole,” he murmured.
Logan had known Jasper since they were kids, so he felt like he would know if Jasper really didn't want Logan doing what he was about to do. If he got any weird vibes from his friend at all he would have laughed it off and that would have been that. But he could sense a bit of curiosity from Jasper, and sometimes that's all it took. He wasn't expecting the two of them to fuck or anything. A kiss was pretty innocent. "You know how I get when someone doubts my follow through," Logan reminded him with a small grin. He reached up with one hand to slip it around the nape of Jasper's neck, beneath his hair. He was betting Jasper would taste like weed and nicotine and while that might turn some people off, Logan was pretty sure he was going to like it a lot. And because he knew Jasper would let him, and not pull away, Logan drew him close until their lips met. Logan didn't try to push any further than that, though he did part his lips against Jasper's as he kissed him, just to keep it from being totally chaste.
Jasper had a quick second of hesitation as Logan’s hand landed on the back of his neck, but his reflexes were too slow for him to stop it. Which was okay, because more of him wanted it than didn’t. New things were just always scary, especially when they were things he’d always been taught he should never do. Being gay wasn’t cool in his family, at least amongst the older generations. Amelia was cool, but his dad ... no way. And Gavin would likely not understand the finer points of sexual identity, Jasper doubted he even knew bisexual was a thing. Was that what he was, wanting to try this at all? He trusted Logan, but-- ... Jasper’s racing thoughts fell silent when his mouth touched Logan’s. His eyes had closed, which maybe helped, but there was no part of Jasper that reacted badly to that sensation. Logan’s lips were soft, and they felt good when Jasper caressed them with his own. He tasted like nobody else Jasper had ever kissed, the effect enhanced by the THC in his system. His heart was still beating hard, a strong pulse he could now feel in his cock.
Logan waited a beat, just in case Jasper changed his mind, or decided he didn't like it. But then it felt like Jasper was starting to kiss him back and that was really all the encouragement he needed to stay exactly where he was. He hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about what people would say, or think, about the things he liked to do sexually. Logan had always been curious about being with a guy, but that hadn't really blossomed into anything until he had been sent to Virginia for his senior year. Now he couldn't give a shit what anyone thought. Sex was sex, and he liked to feel good, no matter who he was with. Sometimes Logan thought the world would be a much better place if people stopped repressing human nature and just took pleasure wherever they could get it. Keeping Jasper close, Logan deepened the kiss, riding high now on weed and hormones and how good Jasper tasted.
Neither of them were freshly shaved, and Jasper could feel the scrape of stubble around Logan’s lips and against his chin, sending tiny electric shocks through his body. Logan had full, pretty lips though, and Jasper could definitely see some similarities to kissing girls. It felt just different enough though ... His cock fully hardened in his boxer briefs, underneath the thick sweatpants he’d pulled on to drive over there. He had to assume that meant he truly liked this. Sinking fully into the mindless experience of it all, Jasper slid his tongue forward to brush against Logan’s bottom lip, then further into his mouth to really taste him. One of his hands was braced against the mattress to hold him up, but Jasper carefully moved the other from where it was resting on his leg to rub against Logan’s thigh though his jeans.
It was kind of surreal on one level to be kissing Jasper. They had always been close, and Logan had always harbored some sort of attraction to him, but their friendship had been his lifeline when he'd been younger. Jasper was one of his ride or die people, and Logan didn't think that would change, even if they spent time making out. All he could do was hope Jasper wouldn't totally freak out when they stopped, because some dudes did that. The utter fear of being gay or liking dick on any level sending them off into a spiraling pit of denial and misery. Logan's own cock was uncomfortably hard in his jeans and he stroked his tongue against Jasper's, a soft groan forming deep in his throat. Jasper's hand felt really good on his thigh and Logan wished he hadn't pulled on his jeans earlier. The urge was there to tug Jasper's hoodie and shirt up and off, to get rid of some clothes, but he knew that was just his dick talking. It was just a kiss, and Logan was trying his hardest to be a good friend and not fuck it all up by pushing for more.
Jasper’s curiosity about fooling around with other dudes had always been a low key thing in the back of his mind. It wasn’t a compulsion, like the desire to find girls to fuck, it was just ... a thing. A small tugging that sometimes floated up to the top of his mind when he was jerking off or getting head from a girl. What might it feel like, how different would it be, would he like it? Everybody wondered that shit, didn’t they? He’d never felt it strongly enough to try and find out, or he at least didn’t trust anyone enough to experiment. Logan hadn’t been out before he’d moved away, so maybe it made sense that Jasper sat on his curiosity until his best friend came home. Logan wouldn’t tell anyone, Logan wouldn’t push him, Logan was safe. Jasper didn’t feel very safe at the moment, but it was a good kind of feeling, exhilarating and taboo. Logan’s groan vibrated against his lips and Jasper felt his cock throb. He suddenly wanted Logan to touch it, to feel bigger thicker hands on him than he was used to, maybe touch Logan back. His hand inched closer to the heat of Logan’s crotch while he pushed a bit more into the kiss, his lips getting more and more hungry.
Maybe it was more than a kiss. Maybe Jasper actually wanted to find out what it felt like to be with another guy. He might end up really liking it. And maybe he'd end up not. Logan knew it wasn't going to fuck up their friendship in any case. Jasper wasn't the clingy, sensitive type, and neither was Logan. He was just used to doing what felt good, and this definitely felt good. Logan was very aware of Jasper's hand, how it was moving upward, towards Logan's cock straining painfully against his jeans. He already knew Jasper was turned on, but the sweatpants his friend wore left no doubt. There was a different kind of feel to the kiss now. No longer just playful curiosity, but intense arousal and a desperate need for more. He would have been lying if he said he hadn't fantasized about doing this, pushing Jasper onto his back and taking his friend's cock into his mouth. He kept his hand against Jasper's neck, but dropped the other down to grope Jasper a bit through his pants, groaning again at the feel of Jasper's cock even through the soft material. He didn't want to stop there so Logan began to slide his fingers into the waistband of Jasper's pants, not wanting to break away from the lip lock long enough to ask if it was okay.
It was definitely a hot fucking kiss, with lots of tongue and noises from Logan that made Jasper feel like his insides were rioting. He wanted more of that, wanted to feel Logan wrap those full lips around his cock, wanted to experience what a flat, muscular chest felt like against his own while they tangled themselves together. Logan’s hand on him through his clothes felt fantastic, and Jasper let out a deep groan himself, a helpless sort of note to it. Everything felt so good, and Jasper couldn’t get over how good a kisser Logan was, almost as good as Jules ... Jules. Fuck. Her face flooded into Jasper’s mind from the last time he’d seen her, hurt and upset and angry, and guilt stabbed at him. It spiked when he felt Logan starting to dig into his pants, especially since he wanted it so badly in the moment. Jasper caught his wrist and pulled away from the kiss abruptly, breathing hard. “No,” he whispered quickly, his eyes opening to meet Logan’s. “I can’t, I just ... Jules.”
There was some part of Logan that had almost expected Jasper to stop, but that didn't mean he didn't feel the disappointment when Jasper did. Because he did feel the disappointment. His cock, especially. He didn't pull away from Jasper's grasp, but he opened his eyes to study his friend. His entire body felt overly warm and achy and it felt intensified somehow, probably because of the weed. If Jasper was feeling half as horny as Logan was, then he marveled at the fact that Jasper could actually stop. It felt like torture to drop his hand from the back of Jasper's neck and give the guy a bit of space. "I'm not gonna tell her," Logan pointed out, his voice a bit hoarse from arousal. "I mean... if you're worried about that." Maybe it was shitty of him to try and encourage his best friend to cheat on his maybe-still-girlfriend, but Logan just wanted to make sure Jasper stopped because he really wanted to and not because Jules might find out.
“No dude, I know, it’s not ... it’s not that,” Jasper muttered, looking pained. He still had his hand on Logan’s thigh and he was tinglingly aware of Logan’s fingers hooked into his waistband, and goddamn his groin was aching. He really did want to push further, get his mouth on Logan’s again -- and maybe other parts of him -- really indulge in how good it all made him feel. He’d felt like such shit, didn’t he deserve some good? And if there was no way Jules would find out ... Jasper nibbled on his bottom lip, his eyes crawling over Logan with a mix of hunger and worry. He wasn’t exactly concerned with disappointing him, though maybe that was a factor somewhere, he just hated to put the brakes on something he wanted to explore, even if it was for a good reason. He loved Jules and he didn’t want to hurt her, but ... fuck ... “Maybe we can ... just kiss and jerk off together?” he murmured, giving Logan a questioning look. That was probably boring to him, but it was something, and involved some relief for both of them.
Logan cocked a brow. "You sure?" It would be something, and if they didn't jerk off together Logan probably would've just done it himself anyway. He just didn't want Jasper feeling guilty about it later, especially if Jules started talking to him again. "I only want to do it if you really want to." He grinned a little, just to show Jasper he was okay with it, either way. His cock had other ideas, but he could sometimes shut the thing up long enough to think properly. Sometimes. He cared enough about Jasper to give him the choice without any pressuring on his part. "I'm definitely okay with just kissing and jerking off, if you wanna do that."
Jasper’s cheeks felt hot and his whole body was itchy in his clothes, and he felt guilty but he did want to do that. More, really, but he knew he shouldn’t. At least this way he would only be touching himself and the kissing ... well, that was already done, wasn’t it? His brain wanted to continue to dance around with some ‘only if you want to’ bullshit, but Jasper knew what a turn off that would be and he didn’t want time to think about this too hard. “Yeah I do,” he said, low and quick. “Shut up and take your fuckin’ clothes off.” Jasper flashed him a little half-grin and started to get his hoodie and shirt pulled up.
Grinning, Logan pulled back enough to reach over his head and grip the collar of his shirt. He tugged it up and off without much thought. He and Jasper had been in various states of undress around each other before, so to him it was no big deal to strip off everything. He was still hard when he slipped off the bed long enough to get his damn jeans off. Clothes were such a fucking hindrance sometimes. Watching Jasper, Logan wanted to help get him undressed, but he was thinking he should probably watch the touching and keep it to a minimum. He would take what he could get, and he didn't want to make Jasper do something he'd feel bad about later. Girls could be weird about this shit. Logan got back onto the bed and scooted in closer to Jasper again, his hand stroking his cock lazily. He wanted to ask again if Jasper was sure, but he looked pretty damn sure and Logan didn't want to trigger any doubts. "I can kiss you now?" he asked, his dimple deepening as he grinned at his friend.
Jasper had seen his best friend naked before, of course, but never like this -- hard and horny with a look in his dark eyes that made Jasper squirm inside. He’d always known Logan was objectively handsome, as far as guys went, but he’d never thought much about it. It seemed so easy to slip into feeling ridiculously attracted to him. Which probably meant that Jasper was gay on some level. How could he not want to explore that? He stripped his own clothes off and kicked them out of the way, his heart pounding crazily as Logan settled beside him again. Jasper couldn’t seem to stop looking at Logan’s hand around his cock, like the stroking was hypnotic. He dragged his eyes up at the question and huffed a tiny laugh, lightly rubbing his fingers over his own hardon. Instead of answering verbally, he closed the small gap between them and pressed his lips to Logan’s once more.
It was so tempting to move Jasper's hand away and jerk off his friend himself, but that wasn't part of the deal. He so wanted to do it though. But this was good too. It was a different kind of torture and Logan parted his lips against Jasper's to taste him with his tongue again. He had always known Jasper had a nice body, but it was different being able to see it fully nude. He wished he could do more, touch more, but he kept his hands to himself, mostly, and stroked his cock slowly, not wanting this to end too quickly. His other hand still came up to grip Jasper's neck again, like his friend might move away if Logan didn't keep him close.
Jasper liked the way Logan held onto him, just like he loved it when Jules clung to him. It was good to feel wanted. There was some back part of his brain that kept asking him what he was doing, but it was quiet enough to ignore for the moment. Jasper had already fucked things up, so why not do it in a way that at least felt good? Jasper curled his fingers around Logan’s forearm just to hold on while he ran his hand over his cock, making the foreskin rub deliciously against the sensitive head. He didn’t want to come too fast either, and it already felt like it was going to be easy to do -- there was something so fucking erotic about having Logan’s tongue in his mouth, knowing that his best friend was full of pleasure too. Jasper gave a soft moan and nipped at Logan’s bottom lip, just to test the waters a bit.
Logan's brain was completely quiet, but for the occasional thought of how hot this was. He knew he didn't need to worry about Jasper thinking this was something more than it was, and it felt like when it was over, they would still be cool, no awkward regrets to wedge their way between them. Sure, he maybe worried on some level that Jasper would feel guilty about it, with Jules and all, but Logan was kind of thinking that maybe his friend wasn't as invested in the relationship as he thought he was, if he was doing this. He didn't want to say so and ruin everything, and Logan knew on some level it was just a selfish impulse. He wasn't really used to sharing his best friend with a girl, and he kind of wished shit would go back to how things were before Logan got sent away. But... what was that saying? Beggars can't be choosers or something like that, and he would take what Jasper would give him. That moan and lip bite sent a fresh wave of heat into his groin and Logan felt his breathing pick up a bit as his hand began to stroke his cock a bit faster. Knowing they would have to break away to breathe, Logan kissed Jasper harder, his fingers pressing firmly into Jasper's skin. He wondered if he got there first, if Jasper would let Logan suck him off the rest of the way. That probably wasn't allowed, or whatever, but sometimes pleasure took over rational thinking, and that was kind of what he was hoping for.
For Jasper’s part, he didn’t know what he was hoping for or how anything would go after this. He just knew there was a demanding pressure in his balls and his body was all-in on this, stoned and floaty and starting to wind up tight with pleasure. His heart was beating hard and fast in his chest and his lungs were burning in the sweetest way. He wanted more, to grope more of Logan and touch his hard cock, to feel how it compared to Jasper’s own. Maybe even put it in his mouth for a second, just to see. He wanted to feel the hot pleasure of a slick mouth around him too -- he was willing to bet now that Logan was right and he could make magic with his mouth. But Jasper knew he shouldn’t do any of that. He shouldn’t even be doing what he was doing, but god he felt like he needed to take the edge off somehow, to not feel like total dogshit for a brief time. He tightened his grip on himself and jerked a little faster too, groaning again into the intense kiss as those good physical feelings slowly blotted out everything else.
God, every sound Jasper made only pushed Logan closer and closer to the edge. It was fucking hot to hear him in the throes of pleasure, and he couldn't help but wonder what he sounded like when he was fucking Jules. It was Logan's turn to groan, the sound muffled against Jasper's mouth. His balls felt tight, intense pleasure sending shivers down his spine. He didn't want to come yet. It was too fucking soon and he just wanted to sit there and jerk off with Jasper for the rest of the day. Needing to breathe, Logan released Jasper's mouth though he kept his forehead pressed to his friend's. He was close, too close, and he was already picturing his cum all over Jasper's thighs and abdomen. Fuck, that was hot too. "Fuck," he breathed, grunting softly then as the warm liquid spilled over his fingers. There was a sense of disappointment that he hadn't lasted longer, but goddamn it had been too good. Having Jasper there was like some kind of aphrodisiac or something. Logan couldn't help but smile breathlessly, his eyes still closed as he worked his hand slowly over his cock to stretch out the sensations.
Logan’s noises were sexy as fuck too. Jasper hadn’t been sure they would be, being so much lower-pitched than he was used to, but it turned out he found all sex sounds hot, apparently. At least Logan’s. He could feel the tension build to a peak in his friend, their bodies were so close together and their faces so close, and he cracked his eyes open to look down between them at Logan’s hand working himself to the edge. Jasper watched him come, felt the warm splash of the drops that hit his skin, and had to close his eyes again, because fuck. Since Logan was done, Jasper didn’t want to take forever, so he started to stroke himself faster, his breathing getting heavier and his grunts louder, all the muscles in his core starting to strain now.
It was so tempting to move Jasper's hand away and take over. Just like it was so tempting to shift back and bend over and take Jasper's dick into his mouth. But Logan knew there were boundaries for a reason, apparently, and he didn't want to make things weird when it was over. So he kept his hand curled around Jasper's neck and opened his eyes, looking down between their bodies to watch Jasper get himself off. It was such an erotic sight, one he would take with him to bed later that night and probably jerk off to in the future. "Fuck, yeah," Logan breathed, his thumb caressing the warm skin of Jasper's neck before he shifted his hand a little to press it into his throat just below Jasper's jaw. "Come on, J. What do you got for me?" He was torn between wanting to watch Jasper's face, and his cock, but he found himself mesmerized by the way Jasper was stroking himself, and he couldn't look away.
Jasper might have thought that a male voice talking to him would be a turn off, or at least distracting, but it wasn’t. It was fucking hot. The way Logan sounded and the way he put his hand on Jasper’s throat sent a wave of unbelievable tense arousal through him. He was almost always the more dominant one with Jules, indulging in his darker impulses to choke her and control her body’s movements. But having a strong hand at his throat and Logan’s deep soft words in his ear was enough to send him flying. His breath caught harshly, eyes squeezed shut, and Jasper’s whole body jerked as he came, plenty of pulsing pressure behind it so the hot splashes got onto both of them. The pleasure made him downright dizzy. He groaned helplessly and shivered at the last pulses worked through him, then went still, eyes still closed, trying to catch his breath.
Logan encouraged it all with a few murmured "yeah"s as he watched in fascination when Jasper's cum mixed with his own. Without giving it much thought at all with how floaty and satisfied he was feeling, Logan dipped a finger into the semen covering his lower stomach. He licked it off before kissing Jasper deep again. It wasn't the same as tasting his cock in his mouth, and maybe Jasper would hate it, but at least then he'd know his limits. He had known Jasper almost his entire life, but that was something they had never done together - obviously. Even if it never happened again, Logan was still thrilled about it, like it bonded them together even more somehow.
The salty taste of the both of them was faint, but definitely there, and Jasper gave a low groan into the kiss as he responded to it. His cheeks burned -- he wasn’t supposed to enjoy that. Any of this, really, but jerking off in front of each other and kissing somehow seemed less gay than tasting another dude’s jizz. He didn’t dislike any of it though. Still holding onto his sticky cock, Jasper kissed Logan deep for another minute or two, then pulled back to finally open his eyes again to look at his friend. His pulse was slowing down and he kind of expected to feel weird about what they'd just done, but instead he just felt ... warm. Connected. A little bit guilty, but that seemed downright normal now. Jasper didn’t know what to say as he licked his lips and twitched a smile. “That was hot,” he murmured.
"Yeah." Logan grinned and had to resist ruffling Jasper's hair. He probably wouldn't appreciate that. "You can take a shower if you want to. Mom won't be home for a while. Or we can chill and watch some tv or whatever." Or they could nap, which sounded pretty damn good too, given how badly his body wanted to stretch out now. Logan licked his lips, leaning back a little now that they had finished. Jasper might need some space. Maybe. "You okay? I mean... no intense waves of regret or anything?" Jasper didn't look like he regretted a damn thing, but some people were pretty adept at masking their feelings, or whatever.
Jasper didn’t want to talk about it, he found very suddenly. It wasn’t regret exactly, it was just guilt. Now that his balls were empty, he felt the first real wave of ‘this was a bad decision.’ Not because it had been his first homosexual encounter, but because of Jules. Only mutual masturbation or not, it was more or less cheating. Luckily, the feeling was still muted by the weed in his system and those nice after-orgasm hormones, so he wasn’t freaking out yet. He could do that later. “Yeah, m’okay,” he murmured, reaching for the t-shirt he’d stripped and discarded. Jasper used it to wipe off his dick and stomach. “Let’s just ... light another bowl and watch something.” Jasper hoped Logan could read the ‘and not talk’ that was implied in there.
Logan knew Jasper well enough to catch on, and he nodded, grabbing his own shirt to wipe himself off. "Sounds good to me, man." He wanted to reassure Jasper that they were cool, and he'd never tell Jules, but he didn't want to get into Jasper's head about it. Logan tossed his shirt into the hamper his mom insisted he use before grabbing his boxer briefs to pull back on. "I'll find something on tv if you want to get another bowl going." Then maybe they could nap, or eat. Just hang out. Logan was more than fine with not talking. That was something he had always loved about being friends with Jasper. They could hang out in silence and still be cool.
He sat up and found his own bottoms to pull back on, and he slipped back into his sweatpants too. Jasper left his shirt off though, just to be comfortable. Plus now it had cum on it, so whatever. Before too long they had refreshed their high and found something worth staring at on television. Jasper left a few inches between them at first, but as he got more stoned and relaxed again, he ended up slouched against Logan, head resting against his shoulder. They’d always been affectionate friends, so it didn’t feel weird, it just felt ... more. Maybe it wouldn’t last, maybe it would, but Jasper felt like he needed it right now. “I know it sucks,” he murmured after a long while. “But I’m glad you’re back, dude.”
Logan was feeling pleasantly stoned and he was thinking a nap would be really good here in a bit. His mom had left him some money so he could order some pizza for him and Jasper too. When Jasper spoke again, after a long while, Logan cocked his brow and offered his friend a small smile. "I'm glad I'm back too. I missed you... and this town, weirdly enough. All the bullshit... it'll work itself out." He was being optimistic, even if he didn't truly feel it. He figured they had enough depressing shit to deal with already. Jasper was going through something, so the least Logan could do was try to look at the bright side of things... whatever that might be.