Jasper Lucas (sinsoftheson) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-05-07 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, jasper, jasper x logan, logan |
Who: Logan and Jasper
When: early early AM, Sunday, June 10th
Where: Portland, ME
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete
Going away to Portland for the weekend had turned out to be a brilliant idea. Jasper had informed his family over text that he would be gone for a few nights, but not where and not with whom. It felt better that way, nobody knowing quite where he was without all the annoying panic that would come with him just disappearing for the weekend. He gave them enough to satisfy them and that was all he had to give. He was an adult now, he could do what he wanted. Which in this case was to throw some clothes in a bag and hop into Logan’s car.
They’d spent the first night getting shitfaced at various clubs that accepted their fake IDs, laughing a lot before eventually stumbling back into their hotel room for some clumsy kissing before they passed out together. After sleeping in for a long time on Saturday, they’d gotten cleaned up and gone out to wander and eat. Soon enough it was Saturday night, and they were hitting up the bars again. Once he’d gotten rid of his hangover, Jasper felt kind of wild, free in a weirdly aggressive way. He danced hard and flirted openly with people he didn’t even feel really attracted to, just because they were there and he wanted to feel something besides misery.
That compulsion got stronger the more he drank, and twisted into the desire for something other than flirting and working off his energy grinding with strangers to loud music. While Jasper was at the bar getting a refill, some guy nearby said something to piss him off. He wouldn’t even remember what it was later, just that it started a tidal wave of red inside of him that bowled over any self control he had left. Before he could make a conscious decision, Jasper was throwing punches. Everything got disjointed to him after that, but there was a lot of shouting and dull pain from multiple directions and an absolutely exhilarating feeling as Jasper let loose on whoever was in front of his fists. It felt fiercely good to let the anger out and totally lose his shit, and he was still kicking and yelling hoarsely as a huge bouncer picked him up and carried him out of the club. Jasper didn’t quite get his feet under him as he was tossed onto the sidewalk, hitting hard and rolling onto his back. He was too drunk to feel it much, but his face was a bloody mess and there were bruises all over his body, from the fight and now from the sidewalk. Still, he laughed a little as he looked blearily up at the black sky.
Jasper getting into a fist fight was probably a long time coming. They had been getting wasted all weekend and Logan supposed it was bound to happen sooner or later, given how Jasper had been feeling. Liquor was just pouring fuel on the fire. When it did finally happen, Logan did the only thing he could do... he jumped in to help his best friend kick some ass. It didn't matter whose ass, or if they deserved it. Logan couldn't even say whose face he was punching but he was dragged across the room shortly after Jasper was and Logan stumbled outside, nearly tumbling over Jasper who was laying on the sidewalk. He caught himself on a parked car along the street and began to laugh. It made his bleeding lip throb but he was too drunk to care, or even really feel it.
Somehow he found his way to Jasper, managing to stay on his feet. "You got us kicked out," Logan said, licking his bleeding lip and offering his hand down to Jasper. "C'mon. Before some of those dicks come out here to find us."
Jasper squinted up as he groped for Logan’s hand, trying to bring his face into focus. Why were his eyes watering so much? And one of them felt super swollen. Damn. Somehow Logan managed to get him to his feet without both of them toppling over, and Jasper slung an arm around him. “Fuckin’ bitches, all of ‘em,” he muttered. Closer now, he was able to focus on Logan’s face and saw that he had scrapes and bruises too. “Wha’th’fuck!” Jasper cried. “They got you too? Fuckin’--” He started to pull away to go back into the club, intent on kicking the ass of whoever had hit Logan, totally unmindful of the way the door bouncer crossed his thick arms and looked unimpressed.
Logan burst into more laughter and he grabbed the collar of Jasper's shirt, jerking him back before he got too far. "No way, man. You walk in there they might call the cops and that's not how we're ending the night. Morning. Whatever it is. We're going," he shouted to the bouncer, slipping his arm around Jasper's shoulder to guide him away from the club. "You're gonna have a black eye... you might already have it but it's too dark for me to tell." Logan leaned in and pressed a kiss to where the swelling had begun. "We gotta get back to the hotel. You feel okay? You need a doctor?" Logan was pretty sure they were both just fine but if Jasper had a broken rib or something, they should get it checked out. "Man, you flattened that guy. What'd he say to you?"
He couldn’t resist Logan leading him away and still keep his balance, so Jasper started to walk, though he threw a couple of dirty looks back at the bouncer and the club door. Logan was right, it wasn’t worth it, and his face did hurt pretty bad, on the other side of the buffer of alcohol. Logan’s lips were worth it though. Jasper dipped his hand into his jacket pocket to pull out his cigarettes, muttering another couple of curses for the assholes back at the club. Then he sighed. “Nah, no doctors,” he said. “M’fine. You okay?” He turned his head to squint at Logan again. They’d hurt his beautiful lips, those fuckers. “I dunno man, just some ... fuckin’ bullshit.” Jasper tried to recall exactly what kind of bullshit it had been, but found that he couldn’t. He trusted himself though -- that guy had had it coming.
"Fuckin' bullshit is definitely a reason to bust someone's face." Logan nuzzled the side of Jasper's face again before reaching for his cigarettes to take one for himself. "I'm totally fine. That was fun, to be honest. Been so long since I've gotten to punch someone in the face." He brought his hand up and curled his fingers into a tight fist before loosening them. One of his knuckles was busted but the blood was already drying on it. It might hurt like a bitch in the morning, but that was okay. Worth it. Then he looked around, squinting one eye thoughtfully. "Where are we at anyway? Can't remember which way is the hotel."
Jasper laughed a bit at Logan’s enthusiasm for fighting, in total agreement there. It had been too long since he’d been in a good fight too. Not like this anyway, but he wasn’t going to think about the last time he’d gotten really violent. A fun brawl at a bar was much different. Since Logan kept kissing his boo boos, Jasper grabbed his wrist so he could kiss Logan’s busted knuckle. “Huh?” he asked absently as he pulled a cigarette out with his lips. He’d heard the question, it just took a second to process. Amazingly, Jasper knew the answer. “It’s two blocks south and one block east.” He paused, then laughed a bit, because that was weird, and he pointed in the direction he meant. He wasn’t sure how he knew exactly where their hotel was, he just did. “Shit was wild, dude,” he said dreamily.
Logan snickered a little when Jasper kissed his knuckle. Jasper probably had a lot more bruises forming over his body and yeah, Logan was kind of hoping he'd get to kiss those later too. His thoughts were derailed by Jasper's oddly specific directions to the hotel and he cocked a brow, flashing Jasper a confused, yet amused look. "What the fuck dude. I don't even know what was is south right now." With a laugh, he nudged Jasper with his elbow. "But yeah, man, you lead the way and I'll follow 'cause you sound like you know what you're talking about. Your eye is going to be so swollen tomorrow."
He chuckled again. “M’gonna look like shit, it’ll be great,” Jasper agreed. Being in charge of getting them anywhere while he was drunk on both alcohol and punches probably shouldn’t have been a good idea, but Jasper felt oddly confident in his ability to get them back to their temporary home, no problem. He didn’t even need to check his phone ... not that he would have been able to see it very well anyway at the moment. It was almost like he could feel the hotel in his mind, pulling him in that direction. He got his cigarette lit and led Logan through the streets of Portland. Before too long they were approaching the right place, and Jasper veered away a couple of steps to spread his arms at Logan with a smirk. “What’d I fuckin’ tell you, bro,” he bragged. “I got you.” Sure, he couldn’t walk in a straight line, but he’d known where he was going. The strangeness of that didn’t really register yet, Jasper was just proud of himself.
If he hadn't been as drunk as he was, Logan might have found Jasper's ability to get them back to the hotel without any confusion to be kind of weird. But as it was, in his inebriated state, he thought it was hilarious. "Dude, you're like... a human map when you're drunk. How did I never notice it before?" He patted his shirt and jeans down before finding the hotel room card in his back pocket. "And I didn't lose it! C'mon, you need to put some ice on your eye or something." He grabbed Jasper's hands to drag him into the hotel. It was late so the lobby was pretty much empty, which was probably for the best since he was having trouble walking straight. Logan couldn't really remember the last time he had gotten this drunk, which probably meant a hangover in the morning. But that was okay. If the night made Jasper happy then it was worth it.
Jasper laughed along with him. He couldn’t honestly remember ever being a human map before, drunk or not, but Jasper couldn’t remember much of anything at the moment, so he was just rolling with it. He was rolling almost more than walking, honestly, as they weaved their way through the lobby, hanging onto each other to stay upright. Jasper had been pretty wasted in recent days, but this was the first time he’d been happy drunk like this. Usually he was just drinking himself into unconsciousness and that was it. Now he was out in the world with his best friend and they’d had a great time and even gotten to punch some faces and everything felt good and loose in his body, like he’d purged some tension, however briefly. He wanted to ride that good feeling as long as he could. Their room was up a few floors, and it was late enough that nobody else got into the elevator with them. As soon as the doors slid shut and the elevator started to move, Jasper followed his drunken instincts and grabbed the front of Logan’s jacket. Jasper turned him and pushed his back against the elevator wall before kissing him, unmindful of Logan’s split lip.
Logan was both ready and not ready for what Jasper did. Pain burst in his mouth at the sudden kiss but it didn't necessarily feel bad. If anything, the sensation was more than a little arousing and Logan's cock began to stir to life in his jeans. The two of them had kissed a bit the night before, but they had been pretty wasted then too. That was okay. This was okay too. Definitely okay. Logan brought his hands up to fist Jasper's shirt, the hotel card digging into his palm as he did so. He kept his friend close, parting his mouth to delve his tongue into Jasper's mouth, tasting the liquor and nicotine that lingered there. Fuck he was horny now, though Logan supposed he had been lowkey horny all night. "Wanna take your clothes off," Logan mumbled, already reaching for Jasper's jeans, though they were still in the elevator. He was feeling a bit too impatient now, hyped up on alcohol and his busted knuckles and the adrenaline that was still flowing through his blood from the fight earlier.
Jasper had come on this little weekend getaway knowing that something like this was bound to happen. Not that Logan would push for it, but that he would. He’d been too drunk the night before to do much but sloppily make out with Logan for a while before he lost consciousness, but tonight felt different. Jasper’s body was awake and alive, humming with adrenaline and pain, and he wanted More -- more sensations, more pressure, even more pain if that was all he could get. There was something in him that was just ravenous for feeling. Jasper grinned a bit against Logan’s lips as he felt his friend’s fingers on the fly of his jeans, not making any move to stop him. Jasper just kissed him deep again and groaned low into Logan’s mouth, nipping at his tongue here and there. This was what he’d been through so much pain for lately, to explore this, and Jasper’s gut said tonight was the night, when they were far from home and he couldn’t think of anything but this.
Given everything going on, Logan kind of had a feeling this would happen sooner or later. There was a tiny part of him that maybe felt a little guilty because he did like Jules and honestly, he knew Jasper still loved her too. But he also knew his friend well enough to know that maybe this needed to happen. It wasn't going to ruin their friendship because they were both on the same page and Logan definitely wasn't going to let sex complicate things. He got Jasper's fly open and immediately slipped his hand inside, finding Jasper's cock with a groan. The elevator was coming to a stop and he felt a growl of frustration form in his throat. "C'mon," he said, pulling his hand from Jasper's jeans to grab his hand and drag him from the elevator after the doors opened. "Shit... which one's our room?" he mumbled, squinting down at the key card in his hand. "22. Where's 22."
That touch on his cock felt so fucking good and promising, Jasper almost tried to keep them inside the elevator so Logan would keep groping him, but getting somewhere with a bed was a better idea. His head was swimmy and almost felt disconnected from his body, and his steps were still unsteady as he let Logan lead him out onto the weird colored carpet of the hotel. Jasper just left the front of his jeans open, not even thinking about decency. His cock wasn’t out, so whatever, it wasn’t illegal. Not that he cared much about that, either. Just like when they’d left the club, he knew exactly where their room was, and it was his turn to pull on Logan’s hand as he led them the right direction down the hall. “This way.” Jasper felt like he could find it with his eyes closed. He didn’t, because balance, but he knew right where to stop without even looking at the door number. While Logan worked on getting the key card into the slot right, Jasper stepped in behind him to press against his warmth and nibble-kiss the side of his neck. “You smell good,” he muttered.
Logan grinned at the feel of Jasper's mouth on his neck. Pain blossomed through his lip again but he didn't care. If anything it made his cock even harder in his jeans. He got the door unlocked after two tries and pushed it open before dragging Jasper inside. "I bet I feel good too," Logan said. "And taste good. Everything is good." The door shut with a click and Logan went back to tugging at Jasper's clothes, wanting to get them off. It felt good to just go on instinct and not think about anything else. That was generally how he liked to live his life even if it didn't always benefit him in the long run. But it would tonight because he was pretty sure they were going to have sex and he was definitely sure that it was going to be fucking good.
Jasper gave a laugh low in his throat, because he bet those things were true too. In fact, he knew that Logan tasted good from experience, and he wanted to know more. He didn’t give a shit that they’d spent all night dancing and sweating and finally fighting, he wanted to get his mouth around Logan. And maybe other parts of him. He stumbled into the room a bit further, clumsily helping to get his jacket and shirt off, then pushed his jeans down to his thighs before he realized he had to get his shoes off first. “Fuckin’ ... shit,” Jasper grumbled. His cock was fully awake and needy already, tenting up his boxer briefs, happy to be free from the hot confines of his jeans. Jasper kicked out of his sneakers, then reached to start pulling at Logan’s clothes too, wanting him just as naked, his jeans still only halfway down.
While Jasper was getting his sneakers off, Logan got rid of his own jacket and had his shirt halfway up his body when he felt Jasper's hands helping. For some reason it made him start laughing again, especially when he saw his friend standing there with jeans bunched down around his thighs and his dick pushing eagerly against the soft material of his boxer briefs. If he wasn't so eager to get naked himself, Logan might have stopped long enough to get a pic of it on his phone. Leaning into Jasper, Logan kissed him again, harder and with more impatience simmering beneath it. His hands worked frantically at getting his own jeans undone and pushed down, mimicking Jasper's state of undress before he began to use his body to move them clumsily towards the bed.
They probably looked like idiots from the outside, but Jasper couldn’t give a shit, he was firmly engrossed in the moment. The way Logan kissed him sent fire licking down Jasper’s spine, and he gripped at Logan’s body as they moved, needing both the closeness and the anchor to keep his balance. He could better feel the bruises forming on his torso now, the throbbing in his face and the pain in his ribs where someone had hit him a few times, but all of that only seemed to make him hornier. He wanted this to be hard and rough and hurt so he could really feel it. If he had to hurt all the time, he wanted to hurt in a good way for a change. The backs of Jasper’s legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell more than sat, but that was okay because it put Logan’s cock in easier reach. Jasper impatiently tugged the front of Logan’s boxers down and leaned in to wrap his lips around the head of it, sucking hard as his hands worked on getting the rest of Logan’s clothes down his legs. He wanted them skin to skin as soon as possible.
He hadn't fully been expecting Jasper's mouth on his cock so soon and the immediate heat from it drew a low groan from Logan's lips before he cursed breathlessly and did his best to help Jasper get his jeans and boxer briefs off, preferably without making Jasper's mouth break contact with his dick. He used his legs to work the clothes off, rather clumsily, but once he managed to kick them away, his hands slid over Jasper's head, his hips bucking a little from the delicious sensations. "Goddamn you feel so good," Logan mumbled, his words slurring though they sounded perfectly coherent in his head. He hadn't gotten as many punches thrown at him as Jasper had, but the places where he'd been hit were definitely throbbing a bit sharper now. It all felt so good though and he was kind of glad for the underlying pain.
It was a lot of jostling for a moment, but Jasper kept Logan’s cock between his lips and soon enough Logan was free of his jeans and underwear, fully bare for Jasper. His hands were drawn to Logan’s thighs immediately, stroking and squeezing their way up and down the thick muscle, then around to grope Logan’s ass. God, he was hot. He’d always been hot, but Jasper couldn’t recall ever wanting him so badly before, even the times they’d played with each other. Some dam had broken in him, and he needed to wring everything he could out of this night. He groaned around Logan’s cock, taking him deeper and sucking firmly as he started to bob his head. He wanted so much more than this, but it was a good place to start, and even the faint smell of ball sweat wasn’t a deterrent. If anything, it turned him on more -- his dick was hard as a rock and begging for attention, but Jasper wanted to make Logan moan first.
"Oh, fuck." Logan's head fell back on his neck, his lips parted as his breathing got heavier. He could already feel his arousal spiraling and Logan knew how easy it would be to just hold Jasper's head in place and throat fuck him until he exploded. But he didn't want to do that, at least not tonight. This morning? Whatever time it was. His entire body wanted to be touched and his entire being wanted to touch Jasper too. If he hadn't had as much to drink tonight as he had, Logan might have had more patience for foreplay, at least for himself. But he had kept his hands to himself for months now... okay, mostly kept his hands to himself... and now that Jasper was single, he was finally able to do this without worrying that he was making it complicated for his friend. Groaning, Logan looked down at where Jasper was sucking on him, enjoying the view for as long as he could before he could feel his balls starting to tighten and draw up. "You gotta stop," Logan breathed, pushing at Jasper's shoulders and stepping back so he could reach down to help Jasper get the rest of his own clothes off.
Jasper didn’t really know if Logan wanted this on the same level as he did -- he knew his best friend was a proud slut who had no qualms about fucking anyone he wanted, and he had his sexuality figured out already -- but he was at least confident that Logan was attracted to him. Jasper leaned back onto his elbows when Logan pushed him back. He’d really only meant to sit up straight, but gravity had different ideas for his drunk ass. He let Logan strip the rest of his clothes off, eyes on that gorgeous body of his. Jasper wanted it on top of him, against him, inside of him, everything. He felt ready to beg for it, and he didn’t even know if it was the sex or the closeness that he wanted so desperately. Some combination of both, maybe. Free of his cotton bindings at last, Jasper pushed himself further back onto the bed, then held one arm out to Logan. “C’mere and kiss me,” he murmured.
Even in his inebriated state, Logan knew Jasper was doing this for different reasons than Logan. Sure, they both wanted it and there was a definite attraction between them. Logan's desire for Jasper was physical, something that had been building for a while, even when they were just friends. Jasper was trying to figure out who he was and Logan respected and appreciated that. He was also more than happy to help Jasper in his endeavor. With Jasper completely naked now, Logan let his gaze wander over his friend's body, licking his lower lip absently before he kneeled onto the bed and leaned over Jasper to duck his face down to kiss him. "You're so sexy," Logan murmured against Jasper's mouth, in between deeper kisses that made his entire body tingle and ache.
The hungry way Logan looked at him gave Jasper a deep clenchy feeling in his gut. His hands found skin as soon as Logan was within reach, and Jasper shifted under him when their mouths met. He hooked one leg around Logan’s hip to pull him down closer, still feeling like he was too far away. Jasper gave a little groan into the kiss, the words hitting him different than they ever had from a girl’s lips. It wasn’t necessarily better, just different. He wound his arms around Logan’s shoulders while their tongues tangled together, every part of his body feeling taut and needy. His hips pushed up against Logan’s to rub the hot skin of their cocks together. Logan felt so fucking good against him, all angles and hardness. Jasper wanted to feel how strong he was, almost wanted to be wrestled into submission, and he pushed their chests together in a restless arch. “Want you to fuck me,” he moaned. Whenever he’d thought about this -- fantasized, more accurately -- he’d pictured himself topping Logan, but in the moment that wasn’t what he needed, and Jasper was blissfully out of his head enough to say so.
Logan wasn't surprised by the demand and while it may have been presumptuous of him, he had come prepared for this. The lube was in the pocket of his duffel bag and he would grab it in just a second. It was just hard to pull away from the heat of Jasper's body. They were both wasted but Logan wasn't going to ask Jasper if he was sure about it. Logan knew he was sure, and maybe there was a teeny, tiny part of him that was afraid if he asked that question Jasper might sober up and have second thoughts. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum and the urge to just push Jasper's thighs back and ram himself home was so tempting. But Logan knew that was just impatience talking and he wanted this to be good for the both of them. Crushing his mouth to Jasper's, Logan groaned, enjoying the taste of his best friend, the way his body arched and seemed so restless beneath his. Already Logan could see some of the bruises forming from the fight at the bar. He probably shouldn't have found it as sexy as he did, but... fuck, it was sexy. Pulling back a little, Logan brought his middle finger up to suck on it for a few seconds before reaching down to push it gently into Jasper's body. He wouldn't push the foreplay to unbearable heights, but he definitely wanted Jasper to be ready for him.
Jasper had never really played with his own ass before, though he’d seen some stuff in porn that made him curious. It just didn’t seem like something to explore on his own, for whatever backward logic existed in his brain whenever he thought about it. He wasn’t clear-headed enough to think that because he’d never been penetrated, maybe he shouldn’t jump right into having Logan fuck him. All Jasper knew was that he wanted to be full of Logan, taken and pounded by his best friend. He shifted his legs to make more room for Logan’s hand, his neck still arched to kiss him as much as he could in between groans and gasps for breath. Just the one finger felt good and tight, and Jasper groaned deep and rolled his hips in a demand for more. He trusted that Logan knew what he was doing and wouldn’t hurt Jasper ... at least not more than he wanted to hurt.
His head was swimming but he was still careful not to hurt Jasper with his finger. It seemed like his friend was enjoying it though, so Logan ducked his head to kiss Jasper's neck while thrusting his finger in a bit deeper. Fuck, he wished he'd sobered up a little so he could take his time and all that shit. His own cock was refusing to allow any semblance of patience because all it wanted was to be pushing inside of Jasper's body and feeling that tight heat around it. It had been a while since he'd fucked a guy and Logan was maybe a little too eager to get on with it. "Hold on," he mumbled, pulling back to slip off the bed and find his lube in his bag. He was feeling a bit clumsy, the alcohol making the room spin just a little before he gripped the little bottle in his hand with a triumphant sound emitting from his throat. When he returned to the bed, the cap was already off and Logan was getting his fingers nice and slick so he could work Jasper a bit more. "You wanna stay on your back?" he asked, his gaze drinking in the sight of his best friend's body naked and waiting. "Or your stomach?"
He whined out loud when Logan pulled away and moved off the bed, and Jasper’s head swam when he lifted it to see where he was going. It was so hard to focus his eyes on anything. One of Jasper’s hands moved restlessly down to grip his cock and give it a couple of impatient strokes. He trusted that Logan would come back though, and he did. Jasper wasn’t sure what the best answer would be -- it seemed like something that would be easier if he was on his stomach, but did he want to give up being able to see Logan’s expression? He bit his lip in a moment of indecision, then moved to roll onto his front, his hips pushing his cock against the mattress restlessly. Jasper folded his arms and buried his hot face into the crook of one elbow.
Logan grinned when Jasper rolled over and his hand was immediately drawn to Jasper's ass. Why had it taken them this long to do this? He squeezed it with a groan before slipping two of his slick fingers back into Jasper's body. Impatience simmered beneath his skin but Logan knew this would be worth the wait. He kind of wanted Jasper squirming and begging for it before Logan complied. "Feel okay?" Logan murmured, thrusting his fingers slowly as he leaned over Jasper's body to kiss and nip at his friend's back.
There was something about feeling Logan’s hand on his asscheek -- bigger and stronger than any girl’s who’d ever touched him there -- that made Jasper feel melty inside. A deep groan followed as Logan stretched him open again, and Jasper decided that being on his front was way better. He could make all the weird faces he wanted without being seen, and just enjoy this as unselfconsciously as possible. “Yeah, feels good,” Jasper murmured back, a shiver running through him at the warm breath against his skin. It did feel good, even though it hurt a bit, but that was part of the goodness. Jasper arched his hips up further, eager for more.
Logan was glad Jasper wasn’t feeling weird about this. That he was letting it happen and enjoying it. The alcohol had probably helped but Logan knew what kind of family Jasper had grown up in and this was probably something that made Jasper feel vulnerable and maybe a little unsure. But that was okay, because Logan was determined to show Jasper just how good this could be. Even if it never happened again, at least he’d have the experience. Groaning in his throat, Logan tried to keep a lid on his own body’s impatience as his fingers worked Jasper. Finally he got settled behind Jasper, using the lube to get his cock nice and slick before he tossed the bottle to the side and gripped Jasper’s hips to pull him up and back. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” Logan murmured, taking hold of his cock to push slowly into Jasper’s body.
Jasper was fairly sure that his dad and both of his uncles would beat his ass if they knew he was doing this -- or they would at least judge him as a weak feminine fag. He’d told Caden he’d sucked a cock, but taking it in the ass seemed different somehow. At least that was the lifelong messaging that still lived in Jasper’s head. He needed it though, in a way he couldn’t explain. He needed to know, needed to feel, and Logan was the only one he trusted enough to allow this to happen. He shifted his position when Logan pulled at him, getting his knees under him, definitely feeling vulnerable in a way that wasn’t entirely bad, just strange. The press of Logan’s cock, smoother and warmer than his fingers, against Jasper’s ass drew a little moan out of him. Then everything was pressure and stretching and it hurt in a way he already craved more of. Jasper cradled his head with his arms and tried to remember to breathe and just let Logan do what he was so good at doing.
Logan could feel some of the tension in Jasper's body but he was doing a pretty good job at breathing and relaxing to make this whole thing a little easier. Breathing heavily himself, Logan eased his way in, gripping Jasper's hips until the head of his cock slipped into Jasper's body. The tight heat surrounding him brought a groan to Logan's lips and he pushed in deeper, his hands loosening on Jasper's hips to move restlessly over his ass and lower back. "You're so fuckin' tight," Logan murmured, slowly rocking his hips, just so Jasper could get used to the feeling.
That groan was definitely incentive to relax more and let this happen, because Logan sounded hot as fuck behind him. He probably looked it too, and Jasper wished for a second that he could see this from an outside perspective. The desire didn’t last long though, he was too anchored to his body at the moment. Logan’s cock felt huge inside of him as he pressed deeper, so Jasper had to imagine he did feel tight as hell. Hearing Logan say it sent a flash of heat through him though, and he let out a helpless little groan and shifted his hips a bit, searching for the best angle. Those slow movements were perfect while he adjusted to that incredibly full feeling, even if it made him feel squirmy and restless at the same time. All of it already felt intense, and they’d barely even started. “Fuck,” he breathed, his heart picking up speed.
Knowing this was Jasper's first time, Logan let him move as he needed to, not wanting to guide or force Jasper into a position that was uncomfortable. But then it was getting hard to deny his basic urges and Logan began to thrust. Not too hard, but he wasn't exactly clear headed enough to know to be gentle about it. Jasper would tell him to stop if he wanted him to stop. Grunting low in his throat, Logan picked up a steady rhythm, his hands slipping back to Jasper's hips. He had to admit he loved the hoarse noises Jasper was making, because they were definitely good noises and not noises of pain or giving any indication that he wanted Logan to stop. And god, he hoped Jasper didn't ask him to stop because it felt so fucking good and he really, really wanted to unload himself in Jasper's ass. It was some bizarre, carnal desire which might have made him laugh if he'd been sober.
The sound that came out of Jasper when Logan really started to thrust was one he was pretty sure he’d never made before. It was deep and guttural because that feeling was strong. It was pain mixed with a pleasure he’d never felt in his life, as deep and sensitive parts of him got stimulated for the first real time. Logan’s cock felt so big and rock hard and demanding inside of him, and Jasper got this strange sense of being owned, possessed, almost used in a way ... and he fucking loved all of it. His own cock had halfway deflated now, but it didn’t seem to matter at all, because the pleasure inside of him was blooming at a rapid pace. Jasper couldn’t keep quiet, raspy cries and curses flowing pretty freely as his hands fisted in the sheets under him. Fuck, it was good, but it was so much, he wasn’t even sure he could come like this, but he definitely didn’t want to stop.
Logan didn't want to stop either. He was caught up in it now, panting and holding Jasper's hips in place as his thrusts quickened. His gaze roamed over Jasper's body to where his cock was disappearing into his ass over and over again and fuck it looked as good as it felt. Some part of him wished he had the patience and self control to stop long enough to get Jasper onto his back. It'd be nice to see his friend's face while he was fucking him, to stroke Jasper's cock and get him to come like that. But it just felt too fucking good to stop, or even slow down and Logan reached up with one hand to grip Jasper's shoulder tight to hold him and make his thrusts even deeper.
Was this what Jules felt when Jasper was fucking her? He knew there were obvious anatomical differences, but was it this same sort of helpless, hold-on-tight feeling? Probably not all the time, but fuck, it felt good at the moment, especially with Logan’s firm grip on his shoulder. Jasper got lost in it for a while, grunts and groans forced out of him by Logan’s pounding cock, sending countless ripples of intense pleasure through him. He realized after a while that it didn’t hurt anymore at all, it was all just overwhelming pressure and fullness and the jolt of Logan’s pelvis slamming against him, and it was mindless and perfect and he never wanted it to end, especially as his erection started to swell again.
Logan felt himself slip into the delicious, mindless zone where his body had taken over while he drowned in all of the sensations. Jasper seemed to be enjoying himself too, which just made everything that much better. He could feel his balls growing tight which made Logan want to slow down and pull back but it felt too damn good and he was already starting to unravel. In a distant way, it felt too soon but he was racing towards the finish line, the simple thought of unloading in Jasper's ass too appealing to resist. With every muscle in his body starting to tense, Logan's cries grew louder as he pounded into Jasper with purpose. And then he was hunched over Jasper's back, biting into Jasper's shoulder as he spilled, a low guttural noise forming in his throat. He'd wanted to go longer but fuck, he couldn't deny how fucking amazing he felt in the moment.
Jasper could feel him getting close but was helpless to do anything about it, which was hot in a way he couldn’t explain at all. He vaguely wished he was on his back so he could watch Logan’s face as he came. He’d seen it before, but not like this. But then the pounding would’ve been different, and goddamn it felt good on his end. The wild way Logan lost all control and the hot sting from his teeth and the weight of him against Jasper’s back, it was all delicious. His cock was rock hard and leaking now, and he felt intensely close to coming himself, but nothing was touching his dick so that feeling just stayed there and throbbed. He still gave a little cry of his own when Logan bit him, imagining how damn good it must feel from his best friend’s side, and hoped he was doing a good job of riding it out with him.
The pleasure seemed endless, shivering violently down Logan's spine. All he could do was hold onto Jasper until it began to subside and even then he kept rocking his hips against Jasper, wanting to stretch out those lingering sensations. When he felt like he could finally talk, Logan lifted himself from where he had been draped over Jasper's back, his hands sliding over his friend's hot skin. The selfish part of him wished he could get hard again with the snap of his fingers just so he could fuck Jasper all over again. Slipping a hand around Jasper's hip, he grazed his fingers lower until he found Jasper's cock. He was hard and hot in Logan's palm and Logan squeezed him firmly. "Want me to suck you off?" he murmured, more than happy to do whatever Jasper wanted in that moment.
The way Logan kept moving just made Jasper want to come even more, but for some reason he resisted reaching back to touch himself at the same time. Maybe all the booze and fucking and the crazy whirlwind of emotion inside of him had rendered him dumb, but all he could focus on was how Logan felt. Even as Logan’s cock was going soft and the weight of his body was off of Jasper’s back, he still felt good. The grip around his cock drew a low moan out of him and made his balls throb. “No, just ... stay there, I got it,” he answered, his voice husky. Jasper shifted his shoulders to spit in his palm, then reached down to nudge Logan’s hand away so he could take over. He felt too raw and overstimulated to have any patience for switching positions to let Logan suck him off. Plus, part of him didn’t want to be looked at that much. He just wanted to keep feeling Logan behind him and think only about the pounding he’d just taken and the load in his ass and how he could still feel Logan’s cock ... getting there took under a minute. Jasper’s breath caught and his body jerked as he frantically jerked himself off onto the bed. It was more intense than he’d been anticipating, like everything was under lots of pressure, and then a few seconds later it was over.
Logan stayed where he was, letting his hands roam over Jasper's body while his friend jerked off. A faint grin formed on his lips when Jasper came and once the trembles in Jasper's body subsided, Logan slowly and carefully pulled out of Jasper's body. "Goddamn dude," Logan said, turning to flop down on the bed. His body felt damp and sticky in a really nice way and he was already craving a cigarette. But alcohol and sex had weighed him down, and for the moment he didn't want to move. He still eyed Jasper while resting his arm across his forehead as his body began to cool. "You feel okay now?"
Jasper sat up once Logan moved and shifted so he wasn’t sitting on his feet so much, bracing one hand against the mattress to keep him upright. Now that all the intensity and pleasure was over, his body ached in a bunch of spots and his head felt spinny and full of cotton. He gazed at Logan, his eyes bleary, and tried to wrap his brain around the fact that they’d just done what they’d done. It was hard to suss out how he felt, some weird mix of relief and satisfaction and shame. Was this what he’d wanted? If Jules saw him now ... but Jules wasn’t there. God, it was so hard to think, his mind was sluggish and jumbled. “I dunno,” he murmured, his clean hand lifting to rub slowly over his short hair. He pushed at his swollen eye with his thumb to make it hurt a little.
"S'okay," Logan said, shifting a bit to make room for Jasper if he wanted to lay down. It felt like he could sink down into the mattress and just sleep for the next twelve hours. Maybe he would. He watched Jasper with sleepy eyes, his lips quirking a bit. "You're gonna be in some pain tomorrow, man. Your eye is so swollen." Logan himself was feeling wasted and satisfied and ready to turn off the rest of his brain. He closed his eyes, his lips spreading in a wider smile. "You should take some... pain killers or somethin' before you fall asleep."
Jasper’s body wanted to lay down, but at the same time didn’t -- he felt drunk enough that being horizontal might make the spinning worse and that could be bad news for whatever was in his stomach. The rest of him had mixed feelings, simultaneously wanting to stretch out and cuddle-cling to Logan, and full of all the guilt and shame that came attached to such a desire. It felt like too much to figure out in the moment, so he should probably go somewhere else. Logan looked happy and satisfied and sleepy, and Jasper thought he should let him have that. “Yeah ... m’gonna take a shower and some pills,” he mumbled. Jasper dragged himself off the bed with a grunt to shuffle toward the tiny hotel bathroom.
"'kay." Logan could feel Jasper's weight slip from the bed and he cracked one eye open to watch his friend head for the bathroom. On some level he knew Jasper's brain was probably a jumble of thoughts and feelings but Logan was also pretty aware that he was not in the right state of mind to try and help Jasper sort through all of it. Hopefully Jasper wouldn't wake up riddled with regret because Logan was already hoping they could fool around again in the future. While he felt like he ought to stay awake in case Jasper needed anything, Logan could already feel the heaviness of sleep starting to seep into his bones.