logan rees (_problematic_) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-05-12 11:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, jasper, jasper x logan, logan |
Who: Logan and Jasper
When: early AM, Sunday, Jan 21st
Where: Logan’s house
Status: Complete
Warning: NSFW
Jasper felt sick to his stomach as he threw himself into his car and turned the engine over. It was freezing out and he’d forgotten his coat, but there was no way in hell he was going back for it. He had his keys and his wallet and his cigarettes, that was all he needed. He definitely didn’t need a girlfriend, obviously. Especially one who would betray him and stab him in the back, quite literally. Jasper didn’t care what Jules had said, what she’d sobbed at him -- he knew deep down in his gut that she was plotting against him. Her and those asshole guys of hers were going to kill him. But Lucases had good instincts for danger, and he would be goddamned if he let that happen to him.
Restless and full of anger and energy he didn’t know what to do with, Jasper drove away without thinking much about where he was going. He didn’t head home, because he didn’t want to be there either. He felt all over the place, upset with tears running down his face one second, raging pissed the next, all of it big and intense inside of him. Jasper wanted to hurt someone, wanted to hug someone, wanted to hold someone down and fuck the breath out of them, he didn’t even know. It was a while before he tuned into his surroundings again, and he realized he was in Logan’s neighborhood. Jasper drove to his house -- his mom’s house, whatever -- and parked out front. There were a couple of lights on inside, but it was after midnight and he didn’t want to get out of the car. With shaking fingers, Jasper pulled his phone out to send a text to Logan instead. u up?
Logan was home lounging in bed and watching the television. It was late but he was generally a night owl anyway so it didn't bother him at all to get a text at this hour. He was surprised to find it was from Jasper though. Logan knew tonight was that dance at the high school and he had assumed Jasper would be with Jules all night. Muting the television, despite the fact that he wasn't actually calling Jasper, Logan thumbed in a quick response. yeah. what's up? Maybe Jasper and Jules wanted some weed or something.
The answer came almost immediately, which was a relief. He needed his best friend -- maybe the only friend he really truly had. Jasper debated briefly on what he actually wanted to do, and decided he didn’t want to be in Logan’s mom’s house. He felt like he needed to get loud, and she probably wouldn’t appreciate that. So he thumbed in the reply: parked out front. come out, need to talk to u That was probably ominous, but Jasper felt this was an ominous sort of situation, so that didn’t bother him. His girlfriend wanted to destroy him, that was pretty goddamn dark. Jasper dropped his phone in his lap to grab the steering wheel again, squeezing and pushing on it until he heard it creak, his teeth clenched together.
That prompted Logan to raise a brow. Jasper was here? Where was Jules? Maybe there was some drama. That shit always happened at these dances and sometimes the parties that came after them. But if Jasper needed him, then he'd go outside. That's what friends did. So he sent a quick reply, be right there, and rolled out of bed to pull on some jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and a hoodie. It was cold out, but he didn't imagine Jasper wanted to talk outside. Running both hands through his already messy hair, he then flipped off the television, grabbed his phone, and headed downstairs. He glanced out the window before shoving his feet into his shoes, and he quietly stepped out the front door before heading for the car. Once he was settling into the passenger seat, he shut the door behind him and looked at Jasper. "What's going on?"
Even though he was glad that Logan was coming, part of Jasper just wanted to hit the gas and speed away. Maybe just drive and drive until he ran out of gas. He knew that wouldn’t help anything though, and he didn’t even have a coat if he got stranded. Besides, Logan would help him feel better, if nothing else. Jasper’s shoulders were still tight and his jaw was flexing when Logan climbed into the car. It was warm in there, at least, he was running the heat full blast. Jasper waited for the door to close before he turned and looked at his best friend. “Jules,” he said first, the name dripping with anger and hatred. It hurt to feel those things, because he loved her, but he couldn’t look away from this. “She’s planning something. With those guys, from the dreams. They’re cooking something up to use against me, and I fucking found out about it and just dumped her.”
Logan blinked a couple of times and studied Jasper closely, trying to determine if he was drunk or high. But he looked normal enough. Just really fucking angry, and his eyes were kind of wild. It took him probably too long to catch up and understand what Jasper was talking about. Jules. He dumped her? What guys was he talking about? Logan licked his lips and tried to find the right response that wasn't what? because that might just frustrate Jasper. But Logan was totally lost. "Okay," he began slowly. "What guys are you talking about?" Baby steps, he supposed. If he got information piece by piece he could put the puzzle together and figure out what Jasper was talking about.
Hadn’t he told Logan about Jules’s dreams? Jasper suddenly couldn’t remember. He guessed not, since Logan looked pretty clueless. He sighed heavily. Answering one question at a time about the whole thing would take forever, it was too crazy. He launched into an explanation, trying to keep it as brief as he could. Logan had accepted that Amelia had disappeared into another dimension and then come back a decade older two weeks later, so maybe he would accept this too. Jasper told him how the dreams had been escalating, how Jules was psychically connected to three other people -- he could name them all now, and he did so through his teeth -- and what her hands were doing. By the time Jasper got to that night, he was raging again, more words than necessary spilling out of him about how he knew they were planning something and Jules was a part of it, and how goddamn angry that made him. He had to stop to breathe, and he slammed the side of his fist against the panel of his car door a couple of times.
Logan listened without interruption but for a few facial expressions, mostly of confusion and surprise. It sounded completely unbelievable and far fetched, but fuck, most things in this town were unbelievable and far fetched. Look at what had happened to Amelia. The part about Jules's hands made him shift a bit uneasily because that shit was crazy as fuck and also, kind of scary. And now she was what, plotting against Jasper? But why? Logan blinked again when Jasper punched the side of his car and he reached over to grab Jasper's arm quickly. "Hey, don't hurt yourself. It's not worth it. Just take a breath and think about it. Why would she be plotting something against you with three other dudes? What could they possibly do?"
Jasper was barely even feeling the impacts, and what he did feel took the edge off of the desire for violence a tiny bit. He stopped though, just so Logan wouldn’t freak out about it. Jasper scrubbed his hands over his face roughly at all the questions. “I don’t know all the details,” he said testily. “I just ... I just know it’s happening. I dunno man, I can’t explain, it’s like ... it’s just ... I know they’re planning something. Like I know my own name -- no, more, it’s like, how I know night from day and up from down, it’s just what you know in your bones, right? That’s how I know.” He made an agitated noise and shifted restlessly. “She’s been all worried about it, about me and the scratch and shit. She even went and talked to my dad. Like, by herself. She wants to know what it is, so she can stop it. But man ...” Jasper shook his head, his jaw tight as he glared through the windshield. “Whatever they’re plannin’ to do, it’s not good. I can smell it.”
Logan didn't know if that was rational thinking, but he opted not to say so. Jasper looked like he needed support and Logan didn't want to make him more angry by playing devil's advocate. He frowned, his gaze ticking to where Jasper's injury had been, despite the fact that he couldn't see it through Jasper's clothes. "Is there something wrong? Remember you said you were having mood swings and shit before. I'm not taking her side," he said quickly, just in case Jasper might think so, "but maybe she's really worried about it. Maybe there's just some... I don't know, misunderstandings or something between you guys. Do you really think Jules would do something bad to you?" Maybe she would. Logan didn't know her too well. But Jules Cooper was Jules Cooper. Girls like her could be vindictive bitches, he knew that much.
Unable to sit still, Jasper ran his hands through his hair, clenching them once or twice before he let go. He didn’t want to believe that Jules would hurt him. He didn’t. But he knew that she would. He just didn’t know how he knew and he didn’t think Logan understood what he meant by he knew it. “Maybe they’ve ... they’ve fucked with her mind somehow,” he said, a desperate sort of tone in his voice. If he was being asked to make sense of it, it had to make sense, right? “I don’t ... I thought maybe it was a bad thing at first, but it’s not, Logan, I feel fine, I feel good. I mean, not like, right now, but mostly. I was having a great fucking night until ...” He made a frustrated noise and started hunting around the console of his car for his cigarettes. “Do you have a fuckin’ joint or or somethin’, man? I just ... I can’t, I can’t think.”
This was all so over his head that Logan struggled to think of a good enough response to somehow soothe Jasper's agitation. He was still getting used to all of the other weird shit in Point Pleasant, let alone shared headspaces and parallel worlds or whatever. He worried about Jasper too. If Jules thought something was wrong with Jasper... but Jasper seemed like he was okay and wouldn't he know better than anyone? "I've got weed inside," Logan said with a huff. He gestured to his clothes. "I didn't really think to bring any of it out here. You want to come inside? What'd you want to do, J." Logan would do whatever Jasper needed, obviously. Given Jasper's restlessness, he didn't really want Jasper to go off on his own. Who knows what he'd do then.
Jasper didn’t really know either. He was just full of agitation and hurt anger, and he didn’t know what to do with it. Part of him wanted to avoid going inside just in case he couldn’t control his volume, but he didn’t want to be alone and he wanted to smoke weed with his best friend. That always made him feel better, right? Maybe he could mellow out and fall asleep on Logan’s floor and when he woke up none of this would be true anymore. “Yeah, okay,” he said, taking a couple of deep breaths and nodding a bit. “Let’s go inside, roll a blunt. I just ... need to chill, that’s all.” Jasper didn’t sound very convinced, but he hoped that was the case. He’d been feeling so good, too, that made it extra shitty. He turned his car off and opened the door to climb out.
"Yeah, we can chill." Logan would do his best to calm some of Jasper's anger. A very tiny part of his brain wanted to text Jules and ask her what the fuck... or bring her over so they could figure this out. Logan might not be someone who ever wanted to experience monogamy, but he knew how much Jules meant to Jasper. But right now, Jasper was his priority and his focus. Weed would help. He climbed out of the car and waited for Jasper to join him before leading him back to the house. His mom was a deep sleeper, but they could hang out in the den downstairs and smoke and she'd never know. "Hey man, if you want to punch something, feel free." Logan tapped his jaw and grinned a bit. "I can take it. Might make you feel better."
It was freezing outside and he’d left his coat at Ashton’s, so that put a tiny damper on Jasper’s anger. He hunched his shoulders against the chill, then snorted a bit at Logan’s offer. “Shut up, dork,” he muttered with affection, reaching over to gently just push his knuckles against Logan’s jaw. They’d wrestled around for years, but they’d never actually had a physical fight, and he didn’t want to start tonight. Logan hadn’t betrayed him. Jules on the other hand ... Jasper tried to push her aside for the moment. He could think better once he’d had a few hits. It was good to focus on one small thing at a time. Go inside. Follow Logan. Sit down. Smoke.
“Dork?!” Logan gasped. “Fuck, man, that’s some harsh language. You do need a smoke.” He pulled open the storm door and then pushed the front door open quietly. The house was silent but for the consistent ticking of the clock that hung in the family room to the left. His mom was clearly still sleeping so Logan motioned Jasper inside. “Go downstairs,” he directed softly. “I’ll grab the joint upstairs and be down in a second. We can talk down there without worrying about waking mom up. There’s a mini fridge in the laundry room down there too if you want something to drink.” Logan shut and locked the door behind Jasper. “You want something to wear, or are you okay in what you’ve got? I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen you in a tie or not.” He reached out to tug teasingly at the tie, grinning broadly now. “It’s a good look on you, dude.”
Leave it to Logan being an idiot to cheer Jasper up when it seemed like nothing could. He could only manage a huff and a smirk, but it was better than nothing. He’d been in this house a hundred times, but not in a few years and something about it felt different now that they were older. “I’m fine,” he said, batting at Logan’s hand as he messed with the tie. Jasper hadn’t decided if he was spending the night or not, he wasn’t thinking that far ahead. He just wanted to stop feeling so shitty first. “I’ll just keep giving you some eye candy and get my fuckin’ money’s worth out of it.” Since his sexiness had apparently been wasted on a traitorous bitch. Jasper wiped his shoes another couple times on the mat, then started to quietly walk toward the steps to head downstairs.
Logan patted Jasper's back as he headed downstairs. And then Logan went upstairs to grab his weed. He was worried about his friend, especially if Jasper truly believed Jules was out to get him somehow. It seemed so far fetched and kind of crazy. But fuck, everything here was crazy. There might be some truth to it. Logan just didn't know all of the details, that was all. Maybe right now, all he could do was calm Jasper down a bit and maybe convince him to stay. He didn't want to send Jasper back out into the night feeling the way he was. He pulled one of his joints from his nightstand drawer, along with his lighter and ashtray, and flipped off his bedroom light to head back downstairs. He found Jasper in the den and walked over to flip on the fireplace. The house was older but his dad had installed an electric fireplace a few years before the divorce, thinking it would be cheaper than having to buy firewood all the time. Logan had no idea if that was true or not, but it was a hell of a lot more convenient to flip a switch, turn on the gas and have some heat. Once the flames had licked along the fake wood behind the glass, Logan sat and handed Jasper the joint and lighter. "Sorry about the shitty night," he said, stretching his legs out in front of him. "But I think we should not talk about it. Try to get your mind onto other things."
Jasper had settled in a bit on the couch, ditching his shoes and undoing the knot in the tie that had already been loosened at the party so he could actually breathe. The crazed energy of the anger was starting to fade now, but there was plenty of sadness to flood in and replace it. He and Jules had hinted around about getting married, for fuck’s sake. How could she turn on him like this? His confidence that she was plotting against him hadn’t waned in the slightest, and now he was starting to think his dad and uncle were right -- women couldn’t be trusted. Not if you didn’t want to get your heart broken. Jasper appreciated that Logan turned on the fireplace, and he didn’t hesitate to take the offered joint. He was slouched with his knees splayed, at least physically comfortable. “I’m open to suggestions,” he muttered as he tucked the joint in his lips and lit it up. Jasper took a couple of drags and offered it over to Logan, holding the acrid smoke in his lungs for a moment.
Logan was silent as he worked over what to talk about that would actually distract Jasper from his break up. Then he barked out a quiet laugh. "Oh, fuck, I don't know." He took the joint from Jasper, still staring into the fire to try and trigger his brain to form some coherent thought. It wasn't until after he took a drag off of the weed himself that he finally looked over at Jasper. "I guess we look at the bright side of this shit, right? We can get a place of our own now without pissing her off. You can do whatever the hell you want, J. It's pretty cliche to say you're free now, but you are. Work wherever you want, fuck whoever you want. We're too young to be tied down anyway. And you know I've got your back if she does try anything. You'll be okay." Maybe it wasn’t distraction, but it was something.
Well they’d certainly failed at not talking about it, hadn’t they? Leave it to Logan to point out the freedom aspect of all of this, though. On one hand it hurt Jasper’s chest to think of it that way, but on the other ... he’d obviously gotten out from under something bad. No matter who he’d thought Jules was, she was trying to hurt him. He knew that, even if he couldn’t answer the ‘how.’ Jasper had rarely been so sure of anything in his life. He reached over to take the joint from Logan for another hit, willing the THC to hurry the fuck up and get into his system. He needed that knot in his stomach to relax, he needed his thoughts to slow down so he could focus on one at a time. “I know you got my back,” he murmured first, since he did know that. Logan would go to bat for him if shit got real, just like he would do the same. Jasper contemplated the rest as he passed the joint back. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted and not feel guilty about it, because Jules had been trying to fuck him over since god knew when. “You’re right though,” he added after a long pause. “I’m free now. And honestly dude? I’ve never felt better than I have lately. Maybe this is for the best and I can like, grow.”
If Jasper was feeling this good, then what was there to worry about? Jasper would have said if he had still been having mood swings. Obviously Logan wasn't sure what to think about Jasper's paranoia. Was there truth to it? But tonight wasn't the time to figure it out. "Growth," Logan said as he brought the joint back to his lips. "It's gotta happen sometime. Look at me. I'm everything you ought to strive to be." He grinned around the joint and then took a long drag before thinking that might be enough. He would have to open the window soon to try and air out the skunky smell. His mom would know, but she'd be less pissy about it if it didn't still stink in the morning. "This is definitely for the best, though. Definitely. We're gonna blow this place up. You're gonna forget all the bad shit."
The ‘look at me’ bit made Jasper snicker, and he pointedly looked around. Here they were, technically adults, Logan out of school, smoking weed in Logan’s mom’s downstairs den. He’d really come so far. Jasper did sometimes envy his freedom though. He wished he felt like he could just leave this fucking town behind and go off on some adventures of his own. Even if he came back to Point Pleasant eventually -- and he would, everyone did -- it seemed like something character-building. “Did you ever know that you’re my heeeero,” he started to sing, then tittered lazily. Logan’s confidence that everything would be fine was reassuring, and Jasper was starting to feel the comfortable heaviness in his limbs now. His body got heavier and his mind got lighter, and that was what he needed. “We could totally own this place if we tried,” he added with a sage nod. “This whole town.”
Logan knew he was probably a loser by someone's standards. But he felt okay with his lot in life at the moment. He had gotten out of this town for a while, been able to see some of the country and live. Now he was back, but he had a job and he was striving for... well, something. That had to count for something too. Logan grinned lazily when Jasper sang and he lifted his arms, swaying them back in forth to the tune. Then he rested his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes. "We could own this place though. Paint it red! Or black. I don't remember the right color. And if we get sick of this town, we could move to another one. That's the nice thing about no responsibilities, Jasper. We could fuckin' drive across the country if you wanted to. Anything you wanted."
Anything he wanted. Not what Jules wanted, not what his family wanted, just him. He thought Logan was the first person to prioritize his needs like that, and it appealed to something deep and selfish in him. He rarely got what he wanted, as far as life situations went, and at the moment driving cross-country with Logan without a care in the world sounded fucking awesome. Nobody to answer to, no obligations, no dark cloud hanging over them. “I think it’s red,” he murmured absently, his gaze lingering on Logan’s face. “You’d really do that? Run off with me, wherever I wanted to go?” Logan had already left once, so maybe that was a dumb question, but that had been to satisfy himself so it was different. Thinking he would turn right around with Jasper and leave the life he was working on meant something to Jasper.
Logan squinted one eye open to look at Jasper before he grinned and nodded. "Yeah, man, of course I would. I mean, I came back here 'cause I was broke, but I also came back because you were here. If you hadn't still been in school, I would've taken you with me the first time. And now you're almost done with all that bullshit, your life is gonna be your own. You deserve to get out of this fuckin' town. To see what else is out there, and there's so much out there." Logan sometimes thought that Jasper would end up like his dad, knocking up some girl and working at the bar for the rest of his life. Even if that happened, maybe Jasper could live a little first.
It was useless to think about, but Jasper did wonder a bit how his life would’ve turned out if he had been a year older -- or he hadn’t been held back a grade -- and he’d been able to go with Logan. Maybe it would have been the best possible thing for him. Or maybe he would’ve fucked up somehow and ended up dead in a ditch. Most of the bullshit probably wouldn’t have happened to him though. Jasper couldn’t make it all un-happen, but maybe he could make a better future for himself somewhere else. “Maybe we should,” he said, still looking at Logan. He looked relaxed now, and Jasper was feeling better, so at least the weed was doing its job. “Just ... fuck off, together. Fuck everything else.”
Beneath the pleasant fog of weed, Logan could feel excitement prickle down his spine. Not only making plans with his best friend, but making plans to get out again. Fuck, that would be so nice to just drive away from Point Pleasant again. "We should. You gotta graduate first. But that means we'll have a few months to get some money saved up then we can get the fuck out of here. Just drive wherever we want. Fuck everything else." He reached out to grab Jasper's hand, like it was signing a deal. "That'll give us both something to look forward to, you know? Like a goal. I could use that." Living together had been his initial goal, but fuck it if they were going to get the hell out of town, that was just as good in his mind.
Jasper wasn’t even sure anymore if he did need to graduate first. Sure, he was close to the finish line, but now that everything else in his life was imploding, why not say fuck it to school too? It wasn’t like he had rich girlfriend-parents to impress anymore. Logan was right though, it was only a few more months. And then they could put this fucked up place in their rearview and go find a life elsewhere. There was a small tug in the back of his mind about leaving Amelia, but it felt more dim than it used to when he talked about leaving with Jules. His sister had to find her own life sometime, and he had to find his. Because what it was now wasn’t cutting it. Jasper blinked a little when Logan grasped his hand, but he squeezed it back anyway. It felt good to touch him, even simply. “Yeah, me too,” he murmured. He’d had several goals, but they didn’t seem like they mattered now. But getting the hell out with Logan? He could do that. He wanted that. “Go wherever, fuck whoever, do whatever ... yeah. Somewhere with no fuckin’ snow.”
Even if Jasper had protested, Logan would have pushed him to finish school and get his diploma. Having that would make his future so much easier, even if college wasn't a part of it. Logan nodded along with Jasper, because all of those things sounded amazing. It had certainly been amazing when he'd been on the road last year. There were downsides to it, sure, but that kind of freedom made all of the shitty parts worth it. "No snow," Logan agreed with a laugh. "You're fuckin' right about that." It would figure Logan would come back home right before winter. And now it sucked. But in a few months the flowers would start growing and all that shit and it wouldn't be so bad. Logan could take the winter, especially now that he knew there was the possibility of escaping Point Pleasant again. "How're you feelin' now? Any better?"
Jasper pictured them on a beach somewhere, tan and in shorts, toes in the sand and drinks in their hand. Maybe they could find a cheap RV or something to live in for a while and just ... drive around. Meet new people, do new things, together. Often in his dramatic teenage years Jasper had thought Logan was the only person who really understood him, and that sense was starting to come back now that he knew Jules was a treacherous whore. Maybe he should’ve listened more when his friends were confused about them dating in the first place. He licked his lips and thought for a second about the answer to that question. “Yeah,” he murmured. “A little. You always make me feel better.” He was still sad and hurt and angry, but all of it was dimmer now, harder to see through the comfortable cloud of smoke in his mind. It was a relief. His body felt good, for sure. He sighed softly and pulled his tie off and tossed it onto the coffee table.
Logan smiled lazily. "I do my best, man. I wish I could do more. This shit's never easy." He wasn't exactly someone with all the right things to say when people were feeling down. But he could listen and provide weed and try to make them see that the bad things didn't mean the end of the world. "You want to stay tonight? You can take my bed if you want. You probably shouldn't be drivin' anyway." In the morning they could go get breakfast. Logan figured there was only so much he could do and eventually Jasper would have to deal with whatever was happening. But he could try to be there as much as he could, or at least for as long as Jasper wanted him to be.
When he’d gotten there, Jasper hadn’t decided if he wanted to stay the night or just drive until the sun came up, but now it was a pretty easy call to make. “Yeah, probably should,” he said. The alcohol he’d drank combined with the weed and the come-down from the angry adrenaline rush was catching up to him, and he felt physically tired. Good, but tired. Jasper eyed Logan sideways for a brief moment, then sat up straighter and reached over to grab the front of his shirt and pulled. He looked very loungey and comfortable and chill, but Jasper wanted him closer for a minute. “C’mere,” he murmured.
Good, but tired, was a great way to describe how Logan was feeling. Being around Jasper was making him feel relaxed and lazy, almost like he could just close his eyes and drift off without a care in the world. When he felt Jasper's hand in his shirt, Logan blinked and straightened up a bit before scooting over closer without question. It had always been nice being friends with Jasper, who didn't seem to mind showing physical affection. At this point it wouldn't have been silly to show any aversion to it, considering they'd jerked off and kissed each other before. "You wanna cuddle, don't you?" Logan said teasingly, but he settled in against Jasper anyway.
“So what if I do,” Jasper said with a tiny smile. He slipped his arm behind Logan’s neck to let him use his shoulder as a pillow and relaxed a bit more himself. “You’re my only cuddle buddy now, better get used to it dude.” The weight of Logan’s body against him felt nice, warm and comfortable. And he smelled good. Jasper rested his cheek against Logan’s hair and tried to feel nothing but that. No matter what else was fucked up in his life, at least he had a ride or die best friend. Not everybody could say that. Jasper had missed the fuck out of him while he’d been gone. “Prob’ly the only one I’m gonna make out with too,” he added with a soft huff.
Logan was comfortable. Jasper felt nice and smelled nice and he knew how lucky he was to have a best friend who wasn't a homophobic asshole. They had each other's backs and Jasper was the only person in Logan's life he could say that about. As much as he hated that Jasper was hurting, he had to admit it would be nice to have Jasper to himself again for a while. He'd had the same thought before, but then Jules and Jasper had made up a few days after that breakup - if it had been an actual breakup. But this one felt a bit more real, and yeah it sucked but... also it didn't. At least not for Logan. "You're gonna make out with me?" Logan again, grinning though he didn't move his head away from Jasper's shoulder.
Even though Jasper still considered himself straight, he had enjoyed fucking around with Logan, and he did want more of it. Pleasure was pleasure, right? They’d only jerked each other off, but Jasper was curious about a lot of things, things he knew he could trust Logan with. That was a rare feeling for him, and after tonight it might be even more rare. “You’re totally gonna share the bed with me, so ... yeah,” he murmured. Stripping down and slipping under the covers with another warm human body sounded pretty damn nice at the moment, like the exact sort of ending he needed. He didn’t want to think about Jules or fog or anything else, he just wanted to spoon someone and maybe play with their junk and then go to sleep. He wanted to be selfish. Jasper turned his head to press a kiss against Logan’s hair, then his forehead.
Logan hadn't been sure if Jasper would want to share the bed or not, but it sounded like he was okay with it. Which was awesome because his mom's sofa wasn't all that comfortable. Feeling his friend's lips on his skin was a pleasant sort of sensation and he wondered if fooling around would make Jasper feel better. It seemed to have that effect on him before, even if he hadn't wanted to go too far because of Jules. And she seemed to be out of the picture now. Turning his face up to Jasper's, Logan caught his mouth in a relaxed, languid kiss. He wasn't going to push for anything tonight if Jasper didn't want it, but he wanted to at least let his friend know that he was definitely okay with anything Jasper ended up wanting.
Jasper hadn’t come over with the intention of doing this again. He’d been too blinded by emotion to think about his intentions at all, just that he wanted Logan. And now here he was and here Logan was with that pretty mouth of his. Jasper’s arm around him tightened a bit, his palm coming to rest on Logan’s chest as his eyes closed and he kissed him back. The first time had been so charged with guilt, but he felt none of that now. Like Logan had said, he was free now. He’d been upset about it earlier and might be again, but for the moment everything in him was impulsively reaching for anything that felt good. And this felt good. Even better than the last time, in a strange way he couldn’t put his finger on. Like he’d been hungry and this was what he’d been craving. His lips moved slowly over Logan’s as he relished the sensation of heat growing in the pit of his stomach.
The kissing was so nice, especially since he hadn't kissed anyone in a while. But it was especially nice kissing Jasper. They were both feeling the effects of the weed and with how late it was, it was easy for Logan to pretend that they were the only two people awake in town. Straightening a bit, Logan turned his body toward Jasper, one hand coming up to slip around the nape of his neck as he coaxed Jasper's lips open with his tongue. Underneath the haze of weed was arousal that was starting to snake pleasantly through his body. Deep down he knew this was just Jasper's way of coping with the bad stuff, but Logan was okay with that. He'd be there for Jasper in any capacity Jasper needed. Sex didn't always have to be complicated and emotional. It could just be a source of release, to feel good in the midst of all the bullshit.
Logan was right, it was definitely an escape for Jasper. He had a lot to drown out tonight, and a reliable way to do that was get high and fool around, even if it was just with himself. It wasn’t though, he had Logan with him -- someone he cared about, someone he trusted. Jasper knew Logan wouldn’t be weird about it either, he’d already proven that. And god did his mouth taste good. Jasper didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, his hand coming up to grip Logan’s forearm as their tongues stroked together. It was so different than kissing Jules, which was another thing he needed, and Jasper felt a hot weight grow in his lower belly. He waited until the urge to pull Logan into his lap had gotten strong, then pulled back from the kiss a little. “Let’s go upstairs,” he breathed.
He didn't need to be convinced. Logan's body was feeling overheated and needy now and he got to his feet before tugging Jasper along with him. Before he got too distracted and forgot, he flipped the fire switch off and grabbed Jasper's hand to lead him upstairs. They would have to be quiet, but it was probably better than his mom accidentally walking in on them downstairs. Once they were in Logan's room he shut the door and quietly locked it before turning back to Jasper to pull him in close so Logan could kiss him again. He kind of wished Jasper had kept the tie on and the mental image made him smile a bit against Jasper's mouth. Who knew his best friend dressed up so nice.
Jasper had snuck around Jules’s house at night a dozen times now, but it was huge and she had her own bathroom, so it wasn’t exactly very risky. Logan’s mom’s place was much smaller and less soundproofed and they were both male so it felt more excitingly taboo to quietly walk up to Logan’s bedroom with a boner and lock the door. Jasper’s heart was beating harder with anticipation. He didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but it was going to feel good, and that was exactly what he wanted. Jasper kissed him with hunger, his hands slipping underneath Logan’s clothes so he could touch skin, stroking his sides before he pulled Logan more firmly against him.
Jasper wasn't the first person Logan had snuck upstairs into his room, but it held a different kind of feeling. They had kissed up here before, but Logan knew Jasper wouldn't stop him this time. Having a pair of hands on his bare skin felt incredible, those fingers sparking fire in every cell of his body. Jasper had gotten dressed up tonight so Logan started fumbling with the buttons of Jasper's shirt, because he was going to get clothes off this time. All of the clothes. This might be the only chance he had to blow Jasper's mind and he was going to take full advantage of it.
Being undressed by someone was always sexy, and this time was no different. Jasper felt his nipples get taut under the white t-shirt he had underneath his button-down. His brain was even more quiet now, almost all of him completely absorbed in what was happening, and it felt so damn good to just be in his body and not his mind at the moment. Logan’s skin was so smooth and warm under his hands, the muscle firm underneath. Jasper liked the distinctly male shape of him more than he would’ve ever guessed before he came back to town. He dragged his hands up to pull Logan’s hoodie and shirt up, still kissing him but wanting him all the way naked too.
With a flash of a smile, Logan pulled back to tug up his hoodie and shirt underneath. His skin shivered briefly at the cooler air against his skin, but it was quickly forgotten as soon as his hands went back to Jasper's body, pushing the white dress shirt off and then the white undershirt beneath. Dipping his head against Jasper's neck, Logan bit gently before using his body to push Jasper back toward his bed. The last time they were there they had only jerked off together, but Logan was already planning on getting so much more than that. His cock was fully hard in his jeans now and the confining denim was pretty damn torturous. But he was more focused on Jasper than himself, and that spoke volumes about how much he cared about his best friend because Logan could admit he was often a selfish lover. "Lay down," Logan demanded, his voice quiet but rough as he nudged Jasper back.
Arousal was thrumming through him now, and the soft bite Logan placed on his neck sent sparks down through him, straight into his cock. There had been so much hesitance and guilt the first time, so many thoughts and worries about Jules. He felt none of that now. She’d burned that bridge, and Jasper wanted to drown her out of his head as much as possible. Logan was doing a great job helping him with that, just as Jasper had subconsciously known he would. He backed up as he was nudged until his legs hit the edge of the bed. His stomach fluttering madly, he sat and then laid back as instructed, shifting around a little until he was comfortable, a lump of comforter tucked under his head. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and gazed up at Logan, his suit pants tented up some with his trapped erection.
Logan stayed on his feet but leaned over to unbuckle Jasper's belt. He'd barely gotten it pulled apart before he worked on the buttons and zipper. Logan knew he could have just yanked them down enough to free Jasper's cock but instead of pulled them down Jasper's legs completely, along with his boxer briefs. Naked was naked. Logan had seen Jasper's cock before, but now it was his to touch and taste and all of the things he had been eager to do for a while now. With Jasper's clothes out of the way, Logan ran his hands up Jasper's thighs. He loved how warm and muscular they felt beneath his hands. "I wanna suck you off," Logan murmured, cocking a dark brow as he lifted his gaze to Jasper. "That okay?"
Jasper lifted his hips so Logan could undress him completely, feeling flushed and sexy as he settled back against his friend’s bed. Logan was looking at him like he was an entire meal, and it was nice to just lie back and let someone focus on only him. Jasper’s cock twitched upward off of his belly at Logan’s soft declaration, and he sucked briefly at his lip again. “Yeah,” he murmured back, the word a bit hoarse and definitely turned on.
Even before Jules, Logan didn't think Jasper had fooled around with any guys before. He honestly couldn't remember if Jasper had said anything about it when they first kissed. But none of that really mattered. Jasper seemed comfortable now and Logan was thankful for that. Logan didn't think he had it in him tonight to make another dude feel okay about wanting to get his dick sucked by him. His hand moved to squeeze his crotch through his jeans, the brief pressure sending a sweet throb throughout his entire body. Logan climbed onto the bed, getting into a comfortable position before he drew his tongue up the length of Jasper's cock that still rested against his stomach. He wanted it to be good, but he also wanted to take his time and explore for a minute.
His eyes ticked downward when Logan gripped himself, and Jasper felt a pleasant twitch in his balls. The idea of gay sex had never bothered him the way it seemed to do a lot of people -- he’d been raised in a pretty homophobic family, but Jasper had never seen the issue with it. But he’d never really thought he was attracted to guys, just not turned off by them. And sure sometimes he’d watch gay porn, but didn’t everybody experiment around with porn? In any case, he’d never thought of himself as anything but straight. Logan had shifted that a little, and the way he craved the touch of Logan’s tongue made him think he’d always been wrong about himself. Maybe he just had much pickier taste in guys, he didn’t know. What he did know was that his toes curled in pleasure at that first contact. Jasper sucked his bottom lip into his mouth again and avidly watched what Logan was doing.
Logan had always found himself attracted to guys as well as girls but he'd never actually acted on any of those feelings until he was sent to the school in Virginia. Now pleasure was pleasure and frankly he didn't really care who it came from as long as he was attracted to them. And he'd always thought Jasper was hot. He'd had the added bonus of being Logan's best friend too, which made all of this feel so much better than if it had been some random person. Knowing Jasper was watching, Logan ducked his head to lick and suck gently on his balls before he finally drew up to take Jasper's cock between his lips and into his mouth. A groan emitted from deep in his throat, because he loved the heavy hot feeling against his tongue. Well aware that this was probably a first for Jasper, Logan wanted it to feel good for his friend. Disappointing him would really suck, heh, especially if this was Jasper's first real experience with a guy.
Pleasure was pleasure, and it was what Jasper desperately wanted at the moment. He wanted to bring himself back up from the low turn the night had taken. His breath caught and he made a soft sound at the feel of Logan’s mouth on his balls, one hand drifting down to stroke fingers through his hair. He couldn’t remember any girls going for his balls so quickly into a blowjob, and damn if it didn’t feel good. And then he was sliding into Logan’s mouth and he couldn’t really remember anything at all. “Fuck,” he breathed, his fingers tightening. That moan tickled in the best kind of way, and Jasper’s pleasure ticked up another notch. Logan was enjoying this, not just trying to make him feel better. He hadn’t been lying when he said he wanted to suck Jasper off, it seemed. Either that or he was good at putting on the show.
Logan had been wanting to do this for a while, so there was no need to fake his enjoyment of it. Jasper's cock was hot and so silky and hard against his tongue. Logan sucked firmly at the head before taking him deep into his mouth again, slowly starting to bob his head to try and get every inch that he could. There was a part of him that hoped this made Jasper feel better, but he wouldn't be doing it if he didn't really want it. It was a turn on for him too, knowing he was the one bringing his best friend this kind of pleasure, being the reason Jasper was making those noises. His own arousal made him think he could, and would, do this all night long if Jasper wanted him to. Logan pulled his mouth from Jasper for a brief moment, stroking his hand along the length. "Fuck. You taste so good," Logan murmured before drawing Jasper's cock back between his lips again and sucking harder.
It became very clear very quickly that Logan knew what he was doing with a cock in his mouth. Logan liked to fuck so much, Jasper had always kind of assumed that he was a good in bed from all the practice, but the sensations he was sending through Jasper’s stomach were surprisingly good. His balls felt high and tight already, and Jasper’s breathing got heavier as Logan took him deeper. The brief change in sensation from Logan’s hand mixed with those words shot hot pleasure up Jasper’s spine, and his head fell back for a brief moment. He wanted to keep watching though, because it just looked so fucking hot. “God, you’re good at that,” he breathed. Jasper ran his fingers restlessly through Logan’s dark hair before his hand slid to the back of his friend’s head to push him down a little further.
Logan would have chuckled and had a snappy retort for that if his mouth hadn't been full of Jasper's cock. So instead he groaned in response, loving how Jasper touched his hair and pushed at the back of his head, clearly wanting more. Rocking his hips against the mattress, Logan relaxed his throat and took Jasper in deeper. Deep throating had taken some time and patience to master, at least for him, but now it was like second nature and goddamn did he want to make Jasper squirm. His hand massaged and squeezed his friend's thigh as he began to suck harder with his mouth. It was like he couldn't get enough and Logan was just horny enough to think that he could spend the rest of the night doing this if it meant bringing his best friend this kind of pleasure.
Jasper’s hips flexed upward, the muscle in his thighs getting tighter as he pushed up a tiny bit into Logan’s mouth. He wanted to choke him, but he didn’t at the same time. Jasper wasn’t sure where the limits were and he damn sure didn’t want to turn Logan off from doing this again. Because Jesus Christ, it felt good. “Ugh, god,” he moaned softly, a shudder running up his body. He restlessly ran his fingers through Logan’s hair, his hips starting to rock in time with the bobbing of Logan’s head, just on the edge of fucking his mouth. The motion made him think of fucking other parts of him too, which just made the pleasure feel even sharper. He wasn’t sure yet if he wanted to come this way, but he was going to ride it out as long as felt safe, that was for damn sure.
Logan adjusted quickly to every movement of Jasper's hips. He wasn't big on being choked, at least not by dick, but he was sober enough to go with what Jasper wanted without it being unpleasant for him. This was something Logan had fantasized about on and off for a while now and though he knew the circumstances behind it weren't really ideal, it was still as hot as he had always thought it would be. His cock was painfully hard and he wondered if he was really going to dry hump the bed until he came in his jeans. The thought would have made him laugh if he wasn't so caught up in how good all of this felt. The friction he felt, Jasper thrusting into his mouth and his hands in Logan's hair. Maybe he was having a wet dream right now and he'd wake up needing to wash his sheets. That would be okay too because damn.
The circumstances were far away from Jasper’s mind now, and it felt fucking blissful. All that mattered was the present moment and Logan’s mouth and that tight near-vibrating feeling in his balls. Jasper could be selfish as hell in bed, and there was definitely part of him that was beyond ready to come down Logan’s throat, but there was a restlessness in him that wanted to do more. And if he was going to have a cock in his mouth for the first time tonight, he wanted to still be horny while it was happening. So after another moment or two Jasper lifted his head and shoulders a bit more and pulled Logan’s head up off of his cock. His body gave a throbbing protest, but Jasper ignored it for the moment. “Take your jeans off,” he whispered to Logan, his eyes heavy-lidded and hazy. “I wanna sixty-nine.”
A strained sound of disappointment formed in Logan's throat when Jasper pulled him up because he was fully ready to suck Jasper to completion. But then Jasper said he wanted to sixty-nine and Logan's cock throbbed achingly in response. He wasn't going to say no to that. Standing up beside the bed, Logan quickly discarded his jeans and boxer briefs. He wasn't shy about his body in the slightest, and it wasn't like Jasper hadn't seen his cock before. But Logan was certain this would be the first time Jasper had a dick in his mouth and Logan, surprisingly, didn't want Jasper to feel pressured to do it. "You sure?" Logan asked, already crawling back onto the bed to lean over Jasper and press a kiss to his lips.
In the brief moment while Logan shed the rest of his clothes, Jasper’s hand strayed to his own cock to give it a stroke and a squeeze, his eyes on his best friend as he got naked. The first time had been close-quarters in bed and Jasper didn’t feel like he’d really gotten to look at him. It wasn’t something he’d even known he wanted to do a month or two ago, but here he was. Fuck it, right? He should be able to do what he wanted to do, and right now he wanted this. Jasper nodded slightly as he kissed Logan back, his hands skimming down Logan’s sides to his slim hips. He didn’t feel pressured by anything but his own lust and curiosity. Maybe he would hate it and stop, he didn’t know yet, but Jasper was game to find out. “Shut up and give me your cock,” he murmured against Logan’s mouth, flashing a quick smile.
Logan chuckled. Jasper didn't have to tell him twice. "Yes, sir." Pulling back, Logan shifted around on the bed until he was settled on his side beside Jasper. His hand slid over Jasper's hip, urging him to scoot in a bit closer before his lips slid over the tip of Jasper's cock again. There was a vague sort of thought that he ought to ease into it, make sure this was something Jasper really wanted to do, but fuck it. Logan was too horny and pent up and honestly, he didn't mind it if Jasper was tentative or went slow. He was simply willing to go with whatever, as long as he was able to get his best friend off tonight, that was really all that mattered.
Jasper rolled onto his side to face Logan and shifted in closer as well, part of him wanting to laugh at how ridiculous this position would be in any other context but sex. That was okay though. Jasper found he wasn’t at all turned off by having a cock in his face, so that was a good start. He found the most comfortable arrangement for his arms, a little groan escaping him as Logan dove right back in. Feeling his tongue against the top of his cock was different and still so good. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Logan’s dick and parted his lips to start exploring it with his tongue, running it around the head and then down one side of his shaft. It didn’t taste bad, just like skin, and the faint musky scent was actually kind of nice. At the very least, it was distracting from what Logan was doing to him, so Jasper thought they could drag this out a bit.
The first touch of Jasper's tongue sent a shiver down Logan's spine. He groaned deep around Jasper's cock, doing his best to keep his hips still while his friend was exploring. He wanted to take a moment and watch what Jasper was doing, but he didn't want to risk making things weird, so Logan kept up on sucking and licking along Jasper's length, perhaps not as intense as he had been before moving into this position, but he certainly knew pleasure and arousal could help loosen someone's inhibitions. There were so many ways to drown one's anger and hurt feelings. Alcohol and weed, certainly, but sex was Logan's favorite form of comfort and he wanted to be that for Jasper, especially tonight.
He definitely felt comforted, if one could call it that. Jasper wasn’t upset and devastated anymore, at least. As long as this lasted, he was fully focused on the sensations rolling through his body and giving Logan that same intense pleasure. He wasn’t quite there yet, he knew, but that low groan from his best friend made his whole groin tingle, and a drop of precum leaked out of the tip of his cock. It had been hot as fuck to watch Logan suck him, and so far Jasper thought doing it at the same time might be even better. Once he had thoroughly licked all of Logan’s cock, Jasper wrapped his lips around it and took it about halfway into his mouth to suck on. He wanted to do this right, so he tried to mimic the things with his lips and tongue that he knew felt good to him.
Oh, fuck that felt good. Logan moaned again, the muscles in his thighs tensing as the heat of Jasper's mouth closed over him. The sensations suddenly pulsing through his body urged him on and Logan took Jasper to the back of his throat again, sucking harder. He let his mind wander to what it might feel like to pin his best friend down and just fuck him until he couldn't stand it anymore. Logan had a feeling Jasper would like it rough. But those were just fantasies, mental images that pushed him closer to the edge. If Jasper had been sucking any harder Logan probably would have already come, but riding that edge felt so fucking good. Keeping Jasper in his mouth, Logan ran his hand over Jasper's hip and over to the small of his back, gliding his palm over the curve of his ass. He didn't know if Jasper would want to be touched that way, but Logan's hands always itched to touch his friend so he'd do it until Jasper asked him not to.
It wasn’t that Jules never groped him, because she did, but Logan’s hand on his ass felt so different and satisfying in a way he couldn’t explain. And the way that moan felt around his cock was fucking delicious. Jasper’s hips were tense and restless, and he couldn’t help the way they pushed slightly forward to get even deeper into Logan’s mouth. It was hard to fight that instinct to thrust and fuck a wet hole that felt so incredible, but having Logan’s cock to work on too helped quell the urge a bit. It made him think about what it would feel like to get his cock into Logan’s ass and really make him moan. A soft sound bubbling up in the back of his throat, he sucked a bit harder on Logan’s cock and bobbed his head further. Jasper liked the way it felt against his tongue -- warm and thick and velvety smooth. Maybe being on the receiving end of it wouldn’t be so bad either.
Logan found he really fucking loved it when Jasper moved his hips like that, like it felt so good that he couldn't help himself. It was becoming too hard to stay still and Logan instinctively moved his own hips, though he was careful not to thrust too hard, or too fast. He didn't want to choke Jasper, even on accident, but goddamn did it feel good. Groaning again, Logan gripped Jasper's ass, bobbing his head a bit faster now, sucking his way up Jasper's cock before swirling his tongue around the head. He could taste Jasper's pre-cum, which only made him want to taste even more of him. Bringing his hand back to grip the base of Jasper's cock, Logan groaned as his tongue slid over the head again. "Fuck," he breathed, trying to find a way to concentrate on both Jasper's cock, and the way his own felt against his friend's tongue. "I wanna taste you so bad," he murmured before taking Jasper's cock deep into his mouth again. He was pretty sure he'd wanted that for years, long before he could ever put a name to it. It just felt like pretty damn good luck that Jasper seemed to want it now too.
Feeling Logan’s cock rub against his lips of its own accord was just hot, and Jasper stopped moving for a few seconds just to feel Logan thrust into his mouth. It made his own straining erection feel even more rock hard and needy, his balls pulling up tighter. He already knew that this orgasm was going to be incredible, and the greediest part of him was already a little bummed that it was almost over. Jasper wanted this all the time already. He groaned at Logan’s words, his grip on the base of his cock tightening. Jasper felt close now, something tightly coiled in him ready to snap. If Logan really wanted to taste him, Jasper was happy to oblige. He lifted his leg and hooked it around the back of Logan’s head, then started to thrust in earnest. He tried to do just as well on his end, taking Logan’s cock in as deep as he could as he bobbed his head quickly and sucked hard. It only took a handful of seconds before Jasper’s body jerked and his cock pulsed in Logan’s mouth, intense pleasure rippling through him. All he could do was try not to bite down as he groaned shakily around Logan’s dick.
For someone who had never fooled around with a guy before, Jasper sure as hell knew what he was doing. He would have grinned as soon as he felt Jasper's leg around his head, but it was fucking hot and all he could do now was hang on for the ride and let Jasper fuck his mouth. Logan groaned encouragingly and his hand gripped Jasper's hip, just to have something to touch until he felt that warm, salty liquid hit the back of his throat. Hell yeah, that was exactly what he wanted. Logan swallowed easily and then began to lick Jasper's cock clean even as his breathing escalated and grew shallow. His own hips had begun to thrust, though he still tried to hold back enough not to choke Jasper. His stomach muscles were tight as he strained towards release and god, he wished he could shove his hands into Jasper's hair at that moment and just pull. "Fuck," he grunted, completely lost now as the pleasure overwhelmed him. "Fuck, fuck fu--" His cock swelled and Logan tried to muffle his cry against Jasper's thigh. He supposed he should have warned Jasper as he spilled into his mouth, but Logan figured at that point it was pretty obvious what was about to happen and frankly, it felt so fucking good he didn't really care at the moment if Jasper would be pissed about it. "Fuck," he breathed again, clinging to Jasper as he fought to catch his breath.
After a certain point it felt like Jasper didn’t have to do much at all, just ride out the wave of his orgasm and not choke on Logan’s thrusting cock. For a second he thought he might gag, and then Logan’s cum was filling his mouth and he gave a muffled cough before he swallowed reflexively. A bit of it burned the back of his sinuses, but Jasper didn’t care. For some reason that just made everything even hotter. He kept sucking on Logan as he came, though a little more gently -- if Logan’s dick was anything like his, it got super sensitive fast. Finally, when everything relaxed again, he pulled his mouth off of his best friend and let his head fall back, his torso rolling away a bit. He kept a hand on Logan though, letting his heartbeat and breathing slow down, happy little twitches still jolting his cock. “Goddamn, dude,” he sighed, then chuckled a little.
Logan rolled onto his back, one arm lifting above his head as he worked on catching his breath. He grinned when Jasper spoke, his other hand reaching down to touch Jasper's hand. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Been wanting to do that for a while now." It was easy enough to admit since Logan figured Jasper already knew it. Now he was hoping they could just curl up under the blankets and sleep, but sucking each other off might not be as weird as waking up naked together. A guy could hope though. It took some effort but Logan managed to sit up enough to turn around so he and Jasper were laying the same way again. "You're gonna stay tonight, yeah?"
Jasper might have known somewhere, but it hadn’t been something he thought about much until after they’d fooled around the first time. He and Logan had always been close and touchy with each other, at least before he’d struck out on his own, but Jasper had never really thought about Logan being into him. Now it just made him grin faintly. Of course Logan had been wanting to do that for a while, Jasper was hot as fuck. And now he was single and more able to enjoy it. As he laid there and basked in the afterglow, his fingers lightly tangling with Logan’s, Jasper thought that nothing was going to hold him back anymore from getting what he wanted. He deserved it all, and more. He shifted a bit to make room for Logan to be comfortable when he moved, and slipped an arm around him. “Fuck yeah I am,” he murmured. His body felt lazy and sated, and he was more than a little tired from the whole exhausting night, so he was ready to sleep.
"Good." Logan got comfortable, happy to be with someone who didn't want to do a lot of talking after getting off. Even better was that Logan didn't have to worry about an awkward morning after. He and Jasper were friends, first and foremost. There would be no clinging or talk of feelings or any of that bullshit. It just made the evening all the more satisfying. Sure, he was still a bit concerned about Jasper's state of mind, but maybe it was just the alcohol and weed talking. Logan closed his eyes and let himself relax. His mom wouldn't interrupt in the morning, or walk in without knocking, so he wasn't worried about any of that. If anything, she'd probably leave them breakfast before going to work. Within seconds Logan was lightly dozing.