Sage Monroe (turnitup) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-08-13 20:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, jasper, jasper x sage, sage |
Who: Sage and Jasper
When: a little before dusk, Saturday, June 16th
Where: out and about
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Maybe it was from lack of sleep or the emotional rollercoaster he’d been on throughout the night, but Jasper had felt weird all day. After he’d left Jules’s house, he had only gone home for a little while. He’d been tempted to call someone, see if he could find some company for the day, but after looking through the contacts in his phone, Jasper had decided he didn’t want to see any of them.
After grabbing a bottle of cheap whisky from the little collection he’d stolen from his dad’s stash, he grabbed his weed box and headed out of the house again. He got some takeout from Moxie’s, parked where he could see the ocean, then got high before devouring lunch. Emotional turmoil was good for the appetite, he guessed. The white noise of the waves should have been soothing, but his mind was still spinning out in so many different directions. He ended up just sitting for hours, smoking and staring at the sea and feeling like shit.
The more he felt like shit, the more restless he got. By the time it was late afternoon, Jasper started driving around the town again, just aimlessly wandering. Again he thought of dropping in on some friends -- he could maybe even see Logan at work -- but again it wasn’t appealing. He didn’t want to talk, but he did, but he didn’t think anybody would understand what he had to say. It made him feel aggravated with himself. He was thinking too much, he needed a distraction.
Jasper took a turn down one of the streets that led to the marina, and felt a weird charge go through him. Some awareness pulled at his consciousness, altered as it was, and it felt like it had when he and Logan had run into Greer at Moxie’s that one night. He’d been feeling the others, but in a distant sort of way, like lights wandering around in the back of his mind. But this was more of a tug, and he knew one of them had to be close. Jasper slowed down as he spotted someone walking -- the guy’s head was down, but Jasper knew who he was. He rolled the passenger side window down and leaned over some to see him. “Hey,” he called.
The party the night before made Sage suddenly aware of how cut off he’d become since his return to Point Pleasant. He’d always had something to do before, something to keep him busy, be it working at the bar, tutoring music, practicing with his band, or just hanging out with friends. But lately it had dwindled down to nothing more than occasionally hanging out with Jacob or Jocelyn. He’d become a hermit who barely left his parent’s house with no income and no future. He’d never exactly had a path laid out before him, but it suddenly felt like a dead end and it was depressing as shit. So even though he didn’t have a clue what he should be doing with his life, he got out of the house and made a point of wandering around town, inquiring about job opportunities along the way.
It was more exhausting than Sage had anticipated. People that knew him wanted to know where he’d been and Sage still hadn’t come up with a stock answer. His past reputation as one of the Cooperdale Five made his lack of answer sound shady, no matter how he tried to spin it. By the time he was done, he wanted to hide away again, this time with a bottle of bourbon, so he stopped by the liquor store before making the trek back to his car, which felt like it was across town at that point. What the hell was he thinking? Every decision he made lately felt like a bad one.
He was still a few blocks from his car when the weirdest feeling came over him, like a chill running up his back. At first he thought someone might be watching him, but he didn’t see anyone nearby. Sage’s brows drew together and he tried not to let it bother him, but his heart began to race as he felt something or someone draw rapidly closer. When he felt like it was almost upon him, he heard someone call out and he looked up to see Jasper Lucas, calling to him out his car window. “Hey,” he said, hesitating only briefly before walking over to Jasper’s car. They hadn’t spoken since their return to Point Pleasant, but they hadn’t exactly hung out on the other side either. Even still, there was a draw to being around someone who shared the experience with him, someone who didn’t need an explanation as to where he’d been or why he was so fucked up now. “How’s it going?”
As soon as Jasper got a good look at his face, the guy’s name clicked into place in his mind. Sage. He’d stayed put in Over-There-Juniper, so they hadn’t spent much time together, but Jasper had seen him in passing many times. Plus the whole group of them were apparently linked at the brain now, so he felt like he knew him better than a lot of other people. Sage had changed his hair, it was shorter and blue-tipped now. Jasper thought it looked good, probably better than his impulsive buzz cut, but goddamn had it been a relief to get rid of the filthy matting on his head. Jasper stared at him for a few seconds too long after the question, debating with himself. Greer had approached him, all sweetness and light and support, but Jasper had never been good at dealing with that sort of thing, so he’d been awkward and uncomfortable and hadn’t called her. Everyone kept telling him to talk to the other survivors. Maybe talking to Sage would be better -- he was at least another dude. “It’s going,” he said finally. Jasper licked his lips. “You want a ride?”
Sage raised a brow as the question lingered and wondered if that was the wrong thing to ask. It was definitely a loaded question on his end, but it was such a natural response to seeing someone that he hadn’t thought about how hard it might be to answer. He smiled on the exhale when Jasper finally replied, giving a little nod of agreement. It was going, all right. He supposed that was all he could ask for. Normally he wouldn’t hop in the car with someone he barely knew, but things had changed somewhat since his return. Jasper wasn’t a threat, so why not? “Sure,” he said and climbed in the car with him, setting the liquor store bag between his feet. Now that Jasper was there, that buzzing in his brain had settled down a bit, but it made him wonder how the connection between them worked. He’d felt it before, at the party, but the McCarthy and D’Onofrio women were not the sort of people Sage was likely to approach. “I could feel you coming, like… like a magnet being drug closer,” he said, looking over at Jasper. “Did you feel it?”
Jasper was a little grateful that Sage climbed in with him instead of asking if he’d lost his fucking mind or something like that. Besides Elodie, he hadn’t really talked to anybody else who had come out of that place, and Jasper had no clue how they were all feeling about it all. He knew that a couple of them had fucked off to other states, he could feel that they were far away, and if he concentrated enough, he could pinpoint where ... but most had stayed in Point Pleasant. Jasper didn’t know if it was his newfound talent for finding people, or if they were all feeling that awareness too, but it was weird to know shit like that. Once Sage was settled, Jasper started driving again, though he had no idea where they were going now. He was just restless and felt like he needed to keep moving. It was an antsy sensation he was far too familiar with from Over There. He glanced over at Sage and gave a small nod. “Yeah, I felt it before I even turned down the street,” he answered, his tone low and serious. “And if I think hard enough about the others, I kinda like, know where they are. Can you do that too?”
“I don’t know if I could find ‘em,” Sage frowned, trying in that moment to pinpoint where any of the others were. “I know Ty left. I think he went down south. Carson left, too. But I’m pretty sure everyone else is still here.” It was a hard feeling to explain, since he shouldn’t know it at all. He’d known Jasper was close, but not exactly how close until he was upon him. But he’d also known it was Jasper, not any of the others. “I’d say it’s weird, but it’s kind of low on the scale these days. Compared to everything else. Could you find ‘em? If you wanted to?” Now that Jasper had thrown that out there, he thought it might be interesting to try it out one day. Just as something to do. Another little test, like the ones he’d been doing with his eyes closed and the disappearing, and it made him wonder if Jasper could do that too.
Even just picturing some of the others’ faces made their locations clear to Jasper -- Greer was in Seaview, Vex was at home on Ludlow, that blonde asshole guy was in Black Cove. “The werewolf went to Virginia,” he told Sage without a shred of doubt in his voice. “Ty’s in South Carolina right now. He keeps getting closer, I think he’s coming back.” Jasper paused, suddenly aware of how weird that probably sounded, even considering their new bar for Weird. “I know where everybody else is too, pretty much exactly. And I mean everybody. It’s like, a new thing I can do. Elodie called me a human GPS.” He chuckled faintly, not feeling the need to explain who Elodie was. He was sure Sage remembered her too. They would all know each other forever, it seemed like. “She’s got some weird shit going on too. Did you pick up any crazy new talents?”
“Wow,” Sage said, lips quirking up at the corners. “That’s kind of cool. And way less creepy than what I’ve got going on.” He wondered what it would be like to know where anyone was at any time, if he really wanted to know. It might not be super useful, but neither was his skill, at least as it currently worked. “I can make myself invisible, but only when I close my eyes for a few seconds. Which I guess is great if I want to hide and not go anywhere. Would’ve been super helpful over there. Not as much here.” Not yet, anyway. But Sage didn’t want to go there. It was only a matter of time before things got weird in Point Pleasant again and Sage was already dreading it. He felt like his cup was full and already running over. He couldn’t handle another crisis at this time without risking some kind of a breakdown.
Jasper was both surprised and not to hear that Sage had something going on with him too. That made four of them, and he was suddenly sure that everyone was going to have something like this they’d discovered about themselves. That thought was derailed a bit when Sage revealed what his Thing actually was. “You can go invisible?” he questioned, his brows lifting high. He glanced over a couple of rapid times, like Sage was going to do it right that second. “Holy shit, dude. On command? Can you do it like, right now?” Elodie’s Thing, his Thing, Greer’s Thing ... they were all internal knowledge, things that were hard to demonstrate to anyone else. But actually being able to disappear from anybody’s view was pretty incredible.
“Sure,” Sage said, then closed his eyes as he continued talking. “I wouldn’t even know I could do it, except I was hanging out with a friend that weekend where none of us could sleep. I was resting my eyes and then he suddenly couldn’t see me.” He knew he was probably invisible now, like a ghost riding in Jasper’s passenger seat. It didn’t feel any different to him physically, but he could now tell a difference internally, like a switch he’d flipped in his brain. He could do it faster than he could a few days ago, but so far keeping his eyes closed was still a thing. If there was a way to do it with his eyes opened, he was determined to find it, but he wasn’t even sure if that was possible. “It’s kinda nice to know it’s not just me that’s got weird shit going on.”
To Jasper, the change was pretty instantaneous -- one second Sage was there when he glanced over, and on the next glance he wasn’t, even though his voice was still in the air. It was startling, even knowing it was coming, and Jasper swerved the car just a tiny bit as his arms jerked. “What the fuck,” he breathed as he righted the wheel. He slowed down because he couldn’t stop looking over at what looked like an unoccupied passenger seat. Impulsively, Jasper reached over to touch the “empty” air, and Sage’s arm and chest were still there, just completely invisible. “Dude that’s fucking awesome, that’s some crazy shit,” he said, giving a shaky laugh. “But uh, yeah it’s not just you. It’s all of us, I think. There’s my thing, then Elodie like ... can feel other people’s injuries? Even if they happened a long time ago? Like she knew about my black eye and that my ribs were fucked up, just being close to me. And she said she could like, feel this guy’s old stab wounds and shit. And I ran into what’s-her-name ... Greer? You remember Greer? She told me she’s been getting visions of people’s deaths. This is just ... fuck.” Once he’d started talking about it, he couldn’t seem to stop, but Jasper made himself pause to take a breath. It was all scary and exhilarating at the same time. There was an invisible guy in his car, what the fuck was his life now?
Sage jerked a little when Jasper reached out and grabbed him, laughing instinctively at the situation. Now that he wasn’t worried about fading away completely, it was wild to know that no one else could see him, even if they could feel him and hear him. His eyes opened as Jasper rambled on about the other’s abilities and he was instantly there again, a visible companion. “Okay, that’s some freaky shit,” he said. “I liked Greer. She seemed cool. But I’m not sure I wanna know that, you know?” He knew he would die someday, but he liked to think it would be peacefully, when he was older, maybe even in his sleep if he was lucky. Living in Point Pleasant, with all that he’d experienced, he knew that was a fantasy, but it was a lot easier to get through the day not fearing his own impending death.
“I sure as fuck don’t,” Jasper agreed with a huffed laugh. “And I don’t wanna know anybody else’s either.” He’d been momentarily terrified that evening that Greer had seen Logan’s death when they shook hands, but she said she hadn’t, and that was good enough for him. He couldn’t imagine going through life like that, what about her loved ones? Could he handle witnessing when Jules was going to die? Or Amelia, or his dad? Jasper didn’t really want to think about it. He glanced over at Sage a couple more times, then blew some heavy air out through his lips. “We’re like ... mutants now, I guess.” Jasper paused, then added, “Sounds like a good reason to get wasted, to me.” He’d noticed the paper liquor bag that Sage had been carrying, so Jasper didn’t think he was alone there. With his own bottle in the back and all the weed he’d brought with him, they could have their own little mutant party tonight, if they wanted. Jasper found himself hoping that Sage wanted to. Maybe this was the kind of company he’d been craving.
“Fuck no,” Sage muttered, thankful that his own new ability didn’t have such a morbid twist to it. Maybe Greer could handle that shit, maybe she could help people change their future, assuming that was a thing, but Sage thought it would’ve been too much for him. Even without that weight on his mind, he’d already been planning on getting wasted tonight, needing that escape. The numbness. The lack of fear. He hadn’t expected to have company, but smiled over at Jasper. “That was the plan,” he said. “It’d be nice to have company. My friends… they’ll drink with me, but at some point they start worrying.” It wasn’t quite the same if he was trying to put on a happy face the whole time. It defeated the purpose. He doubted Jasper would need that of him. It wasn’t like he knew that side of Sage in the first place, though he thought this would be better than the side he’d seen over there, cowering in fear the whole time. Maybe. He never knew how he’d handle the darkness these days.
Jasper gave a soft snort. “Yeah, mine too,” he muttered. On one hand, it was great to have people who cared about him and wanted him to not be a human disaster anymore ... but on the other hand, he keenly felt the pressure to Be Okay. And he wasn’t. Jasper was betting that Sage wasn’t either. “I just wanna get fucked up with somebody who won’t ask me how I am. So I promise not to ask you that, if you do the same. I got a bunch of weed too, if you’re a smoker. You got an apartment? Or wanna just drive around? Park somewhere?” God, he hoped this dude didn’t live with anyone, especially no one parental. Jasper didn’t have anywhere private to escape to, but Sage was older, so maybe he had his own place.
“Hell, yeah,” Sage smiled, quietly thrilled that Jasper happened to have some weed on him and was willing to share. Booze was good, but it didn’t always mellow him out the way that pot did. He gave a bitter shake of his head about where they could go, annoyed with himself for not having a lot of options. “I had an apartment. But my parents moved me out, ‘cause, you know, they thought I was dead and they couldn’t afford to just keep renting it. I haven’t gotten a new one yet, ‘cause I don’t have a job anymore either.” He rubbed a hand over his face, forcing down the frustration at how much his life currently sucked. He had one potential student on his roster and he still expected Marsh to change his mind. He knew he sounded like a loser. He certainly felt like one. “So, yeah, let’s just park somewhere.”
Jasper could definitely relate to feeling pathetically displaced. He hadn’t started with an apartment when they’d been disappeared, but he’d had plans for one, and a job. He was slowly trying to get himself back to that spot, but going missing in a hell dimension for months had certainly been a setback. “That sucks, man,” he muttered with real sympathy. “I lost my job too. And my dad moved in with his girlfriend while I was gone, so I lost my fuckin’ room too. I’ve been living in her basement.” He’d also lost his own girlfriend, but Jasper didn’t want to get into that shit. It was complicated, and he didn’t want to remind any of the other survivors that he was in love with the girl who’d put them all Over There. As he kept driving, Jasper tried to think of somewhere to park that was private enough but also felt safe -- a tall order in this fucking town. It almost made him miss all the empty, rotting houses he’d been so free to explore.
“That’s rough,” Sage said, definitely able to relate. No one had expected them to come back and it had been long enough that people had started to move on. Even though he understood it, it still hurt. And now there was a quiet expectation that he be able to do the same, yet Sage felt stuck, unable to get past the darkness he’d been tethered to for almost six months. “I never know what to tell people. The ones that ask where I was, and what happened. I have, like, two friends that kind of understand, that know how fucked up this place can be, but even they don’t really get it. Which is good. I don’t want ‘em to. But at the same time…” Sage sighed and shook his head, not sure what he was trying to say. He wouldn’t wish their experience on anyone, but that also made it hard to relate to. There was no good comparison.
Hearing that made Jasper grateful that he could at least be mostly honest with the people closest to him. His family had already been through something similar with Amelia, so they didn’t think he was nuts ... only she had come back in a couple of weeks, not months. She also hadn’t committed one cold-blooded murder and tried to drain everyone else she cared about of their life force. “I just haven’t really been talking to anybody who doesn’t know,” Jasper said with a dark chuckle, aware that wasn’t any help to Sage. “They’re all worried though. They want me to be okay. Which is like ... I appreciate it, but ...” He trailed off and shrugged. Jasper turned down a different street, deciding to head for one of the empty cul de sacs in a nearby neighborhood where he used to park to sleep. It felt like years ago now, but he still knew right where it was. If the little black eyed bastards wanted to fuck with him tonight, they were going to find out that he’d faced down a lot scarier shit than them now. Jasper glanced over at Sage, feeling more empathy for him than he would’ve expected. “I get it, though,” he murmured.
“They mean well,” Sage said, so utterly familiar with that situation that Jasper could have been talking about him. Everyone wanted him to be okay, to be the guy he’d been before shit had hit the fan, but he couldn’t flip a switch and make it all go away just because he’d come back. The worst part was not knowing how to even get started down that road. Maybe he needed to force it, to find a job and get an apartment and do the whole ‘fake it till you make it’ thing, but it felt so disingenuous that Sage didn’t think he could pull it off. Reaching down between his legs, Sage picked up the brown paper bag and pulled the bottle out. “You like bourbon?” he asked, lips twisting into a half smile. He doubted Jasper was old enough to drink, but he didn’t really give a shit. He drank when he was in high school and he suspected Jasper did the same. And anyone who’d been through what they’d been through deserved a stiff drink at the very least.
They did mean well, and that was the only thing that kept Jasper from freaking out at some people. But that didn’t make it easy to deal with. He’d never been good at handling pressure -- his grades could attest to that -- and after months of only Surviving, he felt a lot of pressure to Be A Person again, and it was hard. He felt like Sage understood though, and that was a nice thing to feel. Maybe everyone who kept saying he needed to talk to other survivors were on to something. They likely wouldn’t approve of the two of them getting drunk and high and numb in a car, but whatever. Jasper glanced over at the bottle and a grin crossed his face. “I do,” he answered. “Especially Maker’s. I got some cheap ass whisky my dad keeps around. And some really good green.” It sounded like they were set. It didn’t take too long for Jasper to pull up to his parking spot at the end of the cul de sac down a quiet residential street. There was a streetlight right behind them, so it didn’t feel too dark, but still private. Jasper put the car in park and reached over Sage’s legs to pop open the glove compartment and pull out his weed box. “I’ve got a pipe and some rolling papers, any preferences?”
If Sage had known he was going to get high, he probably would’ve bought cheaper bourbon, but this really just worked out great for the both of them. Good weed, good liquor, and no one around to judge them. “I’m cool with the pipe if you are,” Sage said. Normally, he’d say to roll one up, since that’d be easier to stash if they got caught, but considering he was sitting in the car with a minor and an open bottle of liquor, and a stash of weed in the dash, he doubted how they were smoking was going to be the problem. Besides, the location Jasper had parked them felt private enough, he couldn’t imagine someone bothering them unless some fucking neighbor called the cops. Sage opened the bottle of Maker’s and took a swig, cringing a little as it burned his throat. Some ice would’ve been nice, but he wasn’t going to complain. “You know anyone around here?” he asked curiously.
Jasper wasn’t worried about the cops. They knew that the two of them had been missing, he was sure Sage’s parents had reported that he was gone. He doubted they were going to hassle them about some drinking and weed. If so, they could go fuck themselves, in Jasper’s opinion. He leaned his seat back a bit and opened the box lid to take his pipe out and pack the bowl with ground weed from the small jar he kept in the box. Jasper glanced out the window briefly at the question. “I got a friend or two in this neighborhood,” he said. “Used to be friends, anyway. Nobody you’d know, probably ... how old are you again, man?” Jasper put the pipe to his lips and lit the bowl to take the first hit, then offered both pipe and lighter over to Sage.
“Twenty-three,” Sage said, setting the bottle between them so he could take the pipe and lighter from Jasper. “You?” he asked as he lit the pipe. He thought that Jasper might be in high school, which seemed so young, but remembered back then that twenty-three sounded so old. Sage didn’t feel old. He didn’t even feel like a responsible adult. He felt like the same kid he’d been when he’d graduated, just more scared and worn down, something he really hadn’t thought was possible at that point in his life. How wrong he was. He couldn’t even assure Jasper that things would get better because that hadn’t been his shitty experience. Sage took a hit off the pipe then handed it back to Jasper as he exhaled. “Shit… feels like it’s been forever since I smoked,” he said, smiling a little at the burn in his lungs.
Twenty-three didn’t sound that old to Jasper, but it was still hard to imagine what his life would look like in four years. It was hard to imagine it in four months, for fuck’s sake. “Fuck, I stay high,” he muttered with a faint chuckle as he took the pipe back. “Try to, anyway. I smoked a lot before we left, and now it’s like ... I always need the edge taken off, you know?” He paused, then added, “I’m eighteen, by the way. I was supposed to graduate this year, but ...” Jasper shrugged and took another hit from the pipe. He’d already been kind of high when he’d picked up Sage, but Jasper had a pretty high tolerance now, and he wanted to really relax. Once he’d passed it back to Sage, he reached for the bottle of Maker’s to take a couple of swallows. It burned real good going down.
“I can’t imagine trying to give a shit about school after what we’ve been through,” Sage said, leaning his chair back a bit as he settled in. He might as well get comfortable. “I smoked a lot in high school, then after. Kinda tapered off when I had a job and was teaching music lessons. Now I don’t have a clue where my stash ended up.” He closed his eyes as he took a hit, allowing himself to really feel it this time around. The burn in his lungs, the lightness to his limbs, and that mind numbing feeling that everything was just good. Sage hummed in appreciation and held the pipe out for Jasper as he blew the smoke up towards the cracked window. “Wouldn’t shock me at all if one of my brothers or sisters found it. It’s probably gone. You got any siblings?”
Jasper was sure that his dad and Amelia had found his stash when they’d cleaned up his room and packed his stuff, but they hadn’t said what they’d done with it, and he didn’t want to ask. It would all be stale by now anyway, and it wasn’t hard for him to re-stock once he’d gotten back. He sipped on the bourbon while Sage smoked, then traded the bottle for the pipe. They were definitely going to get fucked up, Jasper already felt a bit lightheaded and removed from reality. “One sister,” he said with a nod. “She’s younger than me.” He almost launched into the whole story about Amelia, but it was so bizarre and complicated ... kind of like their story. He didn’t want to dwell there. “How many do you have? And what kinda music did you teach?” he asked before he took another deep hit from the pipe.
“I’ve got two older brothers, an older sister, and a younger one. Was always a full house growing up. None of ‘em live at home anymore though.” It made being at home with his parents feel even more lame. Even his little sister had moved out. But Sage had to remind himself that this hadn’t been his situation before he’d disappeared. He’d been capable enough then and he could do it again, if only he could get his shit together. Not tonight though. Tonight he just wanted to get shit-faced. The combination of both bourbon and weed was making it nice and easy to get there and the next two swigs he had off the bottle left his head swimming. “I teach piano, guitar, and drums. Pretty much all the things you can’t learn in high school marching band,” he smiled. “Guitar’s my favorite.”
Jasper had to count in his head just how many kids that was -- which was more difficult than it should have been now that his brain was getting comfortably foggy -- and then let out a low whistle. Five. His dad’s family had been four kids, and even that seemed like a lot. He wondered vaguely if he would’ve had more siblings if his mother hadn’t been a crazy bitch. Or if his dad had been a better Catholic and foregone birth control. It was probably best that it was just him and Amelia. The fewer Lucases, the better. He took another deep toke off the pipe and let his head fall back against the headrest of his seat as he exhaled the thick smoke out through his cracked window. “So you’re a rock star, then,” Jasper murmured as he looked over at Sage with a little smirk. “I suck at music, but I like it. Also suck at teachin’ anybody anything, so ... good on you, dude.”
“I’m a wanna-be rockstar. Not the same,” Sage smiled. His band had a following and it definitely felt like he was a rockstar when he was performing, but he realized that the little venues they played at weren’t a big deal. They needed a label and a contract and actual distribution of their music before Sage thought he could even poke at that title with his big toe. Not that he cared about the title. He just loved the idea of making music for a living, of sharing it with people and having them love it as much as he did. “Thanks,” he said with a little laugh. “I think I’m a decent teacher. Better than the one I had, at least. I don’t think I could teach anything else though. Maybe… maybe bartending. I was a decent bartender.”
Jasper was pretty sure he couldn’t teach anybody how to do anything except fuck up their whole life. He was good at that. And if they couldn’t do it themselves, he could do it for them. Maybe he ought to start offering it as a service to those who were bored with their lives or something. He gave a soft snicker at the thought. “Bartender, huh? I couldn’t teach it, but I know a lot anyway. My dad and uncles own The Back Porch ... they’re not makin’ fancy drinks or nothing, but ... yeah. I learned my liquor early. Since we’re a buncha alcoholics too.” He huffed and reached for the Maker’s bottle again, as if to prove that was true. Jasper took a swig and set it down again, hardly feeling the burn anymore. He was getting drunk and very high and it was great. “You look like one, at least. A rock star, I mean, not an alcoholic. I like your hair like that.”
“You could probably bartend if you know your liquor,” Sage theorized. “If you wanted, I mean. It’s not that hard to learn. The real issue is the customers and whatever they’re bringing with them. If they’re loud, they get louder. Assholes become bigger assoholes. Learning to bite my tongue was a hell of a lot harder than learning how to make a martini.” He’d been lucky to work at Dragonfly in that regard. Something about that place just brought out the good side of people. He didn’t recall ever seeing a fight break out, even when people were at their absolute worst. Sage took one last hit off the pipe then handed it back to Jasper, trading it for the bottle. He probably didn’t need anymore, but that didn’t stop him from taking another swig. “Thanks,” he grinned. “I’ve been dying it since I was l fifteen, maybe younger. It felt weird to have it my natural color. And blue kind of fit my mood.” He tugged one of the short strands over his eyes, as if measuring the length. “It’s so damn short though. Feels weird. On me, I mean. Yours looks good.”
Jasper knew all about liquor making people even more nasty than they already were. He’d seen more than enough of it in his childhood. Which had technically only just ended, fuck. He was only eighteen. That would keep him out from behind a bar for another few years, but he knew working at the Porch was an option for his future. He just wasn’t sure if he wanted it. He wasn’t sure of much of anything these days, was he? “Yeah?” Jasper murmured, a faint smile crossing his face as he passed a hand over his buzzed head. “Thanks. I had it long for forever ... As soon as I got back, I just had to get it all off, it was so gross. Since then I’ve just been ... I dunno. Old me had long hair, and I’m not him anymore.” Then there was the fact that Joseph had always hated his long hair, called him queer and a fag constantly for having it, and Jasper wanted as few reminders of that piece of shit as he could manage. But maybe Joseph had been on to something, right? Look at where he was, getting trashed alone in his car with an older guy he barely knew who cleaned up real nice. “Everybody likes to rub my head now, so I kinda like that,” he added with a soft huff.
“I think… I think you’re still you, and I’m still me. We’re just different. You don’t put clay into a fire, then scold it for becoming stone. It can’t go back to what it was. But you can learn to be happy with what it is now,” Sage said, his brow furrowed before he shook it off with a laugh. “Or something like that.” He knew dying his hair wasn’t going to fix anything—it definitely wasn’t going to make him exactly who he was before—but it made him feel a little more like his old self, which was something he wanted when he was still trying to reconcile the two. Some people saw Old Sage and New Sage, but there was only one Sage and everyone was going to have to learn to live with him, even Sage himself. He smiled at Jasper, unable to help himself from rubbing his head now that he felt like he had an invitation. “It does kinda welcome that, doesn’t it?” he snickered. “Never had my hair that short, but it feels cool.”
It was a good philosophy, but Jasper had trouble applying it to himself. He didn’t know if he could learn to be happy with who he was now, especially since he barely knew who that was. New Jasper was apparently into male attention, because the sensation of Sage running his hand over his head sent tingles down Jasper’s back. Just like when Logan did it. Then Sage kept touching him, and Jasper felt warmth pooling in his groin. Maybe he was just drunk and stoned and fucked up, but ... what did that mean? Was this thing in him not just for Logan? Had Joseph been right all along and he was queer, for real? It was getting harder and harder to think, and he wet his lips as he stared over at Sage for a moment or two. “Can I ask you somethin’ personal?” he murmured, the words feeling a little fuzzier around the edges.
Sage’s fingers drifted down Jasper’s neck, then traced up along his ear before he realized a moment too late that he should probably stop touching him. Biting his bottom lip, he pulled his hand back nice and slow, hoping that he hadn’t really weirded the guy out. He had to remember that this wasn’t someone like Jacob, who he could hang all over while drunk and know that he’d think nothing of it. Jasper didn’t look uncomfortable though, which Sage took as a good sign. He really didn’t want to be kicked out of the car while too stoned and drunk to function properly. “Yeah?” he asked, laughing softly in response. Was not everything they were talking about personal? Why was the next question going to be even more so than the last?
It was difficult to actually be uncomfortable when bourbon and THC were coursing through his system, making every muscle feel loose and lazy, and every consequence far away and unimportant. It didn’t help -- or hurt? -- that Sage had a cute laugh. But did Jasper really find it cute, or was he just fucked up and lonely? Horny? Was it just Jules’s warning still ringing in the back of his mind, that he should be sure he wanted only her when he came back? Would this period in his life be the only chance he got to explore the side of himself that suddenly wanted to catch Sage’s fingers and suck on them? “Are you into guys?” he asked quietly, only hesitating for a moment before he got it out. Jasper told himself he was just asking for advice, but he felt like he probably knew better than that, still able to feel Sage’s fingertips on his neck.
Sage froze for a second, mildly worried once more that he might have crossed a line inadvertently. If he hadn’t been stoned, there might have been a moment of panic, but instead he just tilted his head from side to side, as if in thought, before speaking. “Mmm, sometimes,” he said. “Depends on the guy. Why? I didn’t… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. If I did. I sometimes do. I can’t keep my hands to myself sometimes.” He laughed a little, nervous about the admission, even if Jasper really didn’t feel like a threat. He just wasn’t used to speaking about it so plainly with someone he wasn’t close to. He’d never felt the need to be loud about being bi, even if he wasn’t ashamed of it. It was just who he was and if anyone had a problem with it, they could fuck off. He didn’t need them in his life.
Months ago -- a year ago? -- Jasper might have been a threat, if a guy touched him like that uninvited. His head and neck were sensitive and intimate spots. But that was then and this was now, and he’d wanted Sage to rub his head, hadn’t he? Sage’s answer to the question made it sound like he was bi too, and that made Jasper’s heart beat harder. He shook his head a little. “Naw, s’fine, you’re fine ... I just ... I dunno,” he muttered. Ugh, why were words so stupid and hard? Even if he was genuinely into other guys, he was already awful at talking to them. Shit was so much easier with Logan, they just had to look at each other, but Sage was new and different. And really cute, holy hell. “M’trying to figure it all out, but ... you can touch me more if you want to.”
Fuck if that didn’t trigger a rush of warmth to Sage’s groin. He tried to focus on Jasper’s words, on the fact that he was still figuring it out and probably didn’t need Sage coming onto him, but it had been months since anyone other than Jacob had touched him. And cuddles with Jacob didn’t really count. He had Connor and they were friends and Sage kind of got the feeling they were too much alike in ways he was just starting to theorize. “Do you want me to?” Sage asked, letting his hand fall back towards Jasper’s neck. It was just his finger, stroking that line that ran up the back of his neck, but he knew from experience how that felt. And Jasper was hot. Young, but not that young, and what did it really matter? They’d been to hell and back together. If that didn’t make you grow up, nothing did. “What parts are you trying to figure out?” he asked curiously.
Once that soft touch was running up his spine, Jasper couldn’t do much but nod and let his eyes slip closed. He did want Sage to touch him more, and so far he was doing it very well. It sent goosebumps racing down his back and arms, and his cock started to fill out in his jeans. He found it hard to focus on the question and the words required to answer it, but he tried because he really did need help, didn’t he? “If it’s ... real,” he murmured, sounding a little dreamy and distracted. “Or just in my head. I dunno.” That sounded stupid, didn’t it? Wasn’t all attraction in people’s heads? Jasper took an unsteady breath and licked his lips again, giving Sage a sideways glance. “I thought maybe ... I just wanted to fuck my best guy friend, but ... fuck, that feels good,” he whispered. He reached a tentative hand out to rest it on Sage’s thigh, about halfway up, and squeezed just a little.
It didn’t sound stupid to Sage and he hummed as he nodded in agreement. There was something simpler about being either straight or solidly gay, one or the other, at least in his head. People seemed to understand it better, and doubt attraction less. Sage’s lips turned up as Jasper’s hand moved to his thigh and his heart sped up even more. It was such a little thing, but now his brain was running away with it, wondering where it might move to next, and damn if this wasn’t turning him on. He’d thought last night was a fluke, that being drunk and talking about bondage had just triggered something specific in his brain that wasn’t replicable, but nope. He apparently did still have a libido. “That’s, like, the curse of being a sometimes, right? Sometimes you like girls. Sometimes you like boys. Never all of ‘em, but… some,” Sage murmured, his finger moving down to trace along the collar of Jasper’s shirt. “Some people only wanna fuck people they have feelings for. That’s… that’s something else. I forget what it’s called. I’m not one of those.”
Jasper’s libido had been running strong ever since he’d been home, that was for sure. That was a big part of his problem. It didn’t feel like a problem at the moment though, his inhibitions lowered and his cock starting to rise. The sensation from Sage’s light fingers -- talented musician fingers -- was sending tingles all through his body, and his words were almost hypnotic in a way. A ‘sometimes’ -- that resonated with him for some reason. That was more what it felt like, an occasional desire. One that he was currently feeling, with this good looking guy who probably understood him better than anyone else in his life at the moment. At least as far as all of this bi-confusion was concerned. “I’m not one of those either,” he murmured low. It had actually been a long time since he’d fooled around with someone he didn’t care about yet, but Jasper remembered how freeing it could be, how good it was sometimes just to give into his baser urges. Jasper slid his hand a little further up Sage’s leg. “How do you know? When you want it to be a ... a sometime.”
For someone that said they were confused about what they wanted, Jasper seemed pretty confident of himself, at least to Sage. If his hand kept moving up his leg, it wouldn’t be long before he was groping him, and it would be impossible for Sage to hide how much it was turning him on. Every little twitch of Jasper’s fingers made his cock a bit harder, but Sage stayed as still as possible, refusing to acknowledge it, his eyes locked on Jasper’s. “Same way I know with a girl,” he answered, his own voice lower now, his eyes darker to match. “Usually, something he does turns me on. I start wondering what it’d be like to jerk him off, or suck his cock. Once you get that in your head, it’s kinda… kinda hard to get it out, you know?” He laughed softly, licking his lips and now wondering what it would be like to kiss Jasper’s. “You ever been with a guy?”
Sage speaking those options aloud definitely put images in Jasper’s head, and yes, they were hard to get out. Not that he was trying much. This all felt too good and he was too intoxicated to want to resist it. He wanted to feel good, in a way that wasn’t so fucking complicated for once. He missed that. The people he loved flashed through his mind: Jules, Logan ... would Logan be jealous if he fooled around with another guy? Jasper wasn’t sure. He doubted it. The more important question was would Jasper feel guilty for doing it later, but it was hard to care about that either at the moment. This was his chance to do what he wanted, right? And right then he wanted to kiss Sage and touch him all over, and see if he still liked it as much as he liked what was happening now. “Yeah,” he answered softly. “But just the one and ... I wanna know if it’s just him, y’know?” The growing hardon in his jeans should probably be an indication, but Jasper was supposed to be sure. Gazing over at Sage, one corner of his mouth curled up a bit. “Are you wonderin’ about my cock right now?”
It hadn’t been that long ago that Sage had been in Jasper’s shoes, curious about his own desires and wanting to know if it was just a one time thing or not. It had been fairly easy to figure out once he was willing to put himself out there and he suspected Jasper would feel the same. One person could be a fluke, a special case, but two? Or three? At some point there he had to stop making excuses and accept who he was—a guy who liked cock as much as he liked pussy. Right now it was Jasper’s cock on his mind, how it would feel to stroke and to taste. It had been so long since he’d sucked someone off and he fucking missed it. “Yeah,” he grinned, his eyes finally dropping away as he laughed quietly at himself. He forced himself to look back at Jasper, then gave his shirt a little tug, pulling him closer. “Maybe I can help you… figure out what you like.”
This was definitely not what Jasper had had in mind when he’d stopped his car to holler at Sage, but he wasn’t extremely surprised or anything. What could one expect when putting two guys like them in close quarters with plenty of weed and booze? Jasper hadn’t known Sage was like him in this particular way ... but they were both obviously lonely in a way that was hard to articulate, and he felt like there was an understanding there that was hard for anyone else to match. Jasper couldn’t see himself picking up just any hot guy off the street and doing this -- he wouldn’t trust them, and that seemed to be a key component of attraction for him. Maybe it was stupid, but he trusted Sage with this. The gentle pull on his shirt made his stomach flutter, and Jasper took that as his green light. He turned in his seat a bit and leaned over the center console, his hand coming up to hook behind Sage’s neck to pull him into a kiss. There was nothing shy about it, it was hungry, but he tried to keep it exploratory, aware that he could get too aggressive for some.
While Sage himself wasn’t all that aggressive, he tended to like it when his partners were. It was why he often found himself more compatible with guys than girls, despite enjoying sex with both. The hand on the back of his neck brought a moan from Sage’s lips as he kissed Jasper back and the hand in his shirt became a fist, holding him close. His cock swelled between his legs and he marveled at how good it felt to be kissed, to be turned on in general. This was the absolute last thing he’d expected when Jasper had called him over to the car, and if he’d known this was where they’d end up, he might not even have come, but now that he was there all he wanted was more. Maybe it was reckless on his part, getting drunk and high with a teenager, fucking around in the car, but it felt good when so little did. He moved in closer, his free hand moving to rest on Jasper’s thigh and giving it a squeeze. He’d been serious about what he wanted, but didn’t want to move too fast, more comfortable following Jasper’s lead.
That muffled sound went straight to Jasper’s cock, and he let out a soft grunt in answer. His jeans were getting uncomfortable, but they were in an awkward position for much more than this at the moment. Jasper knew from extensive experience that the back seat was much more roomy and comfortable, and that was probably where they would end up, but he wasn’t ready to pull away from Sage’s lips to make the move. They were as soft and delectable as they’d looked, and Jasper marveled in a vague way at all the beautiful mouths he’d gotten to kiss. With another soft noise, he slid his hand up into Sage’s hair and flexed his fingers, delving his tongue deeper into Sage’s mouth. He was a good kisser, something Jasper hadn’t been sure he would find in many other guys, but so far it felt just as good as it did with Logan. After another moment or two, he pulled away enough to drag in an unsteady breath. “Wanna get in the back?” he asked, his voice rough with need.
Sage loved kissing. If someone wasn’t a good kisser, it didn’t matter how good they were at anything else. Fortunately, Jasper was good, his lips a soft counterpoint to the light scruff on his face. Sage’s tongue slid against his, opening his mouth to offer Jasper a better taste, and then Jasper’s fingers were in his hair and Sage was sure he was melting. Hands in his hair were always a turn on and the slightest tug went straight to his cock, making his jeans almost unbearably tight. He knew before Jasper said something that they were going to have to move to the back, that doing anything with the console in the way was virtually impossible, and was relieved that he didn’t have to wait any longer to get there. “Yeah,” he nodded, his voice soft and breathless. “Let’s… yeah.” Rather than waste any more time, Sage crawled through from the front, the world spinning a bit as he got himself settled. It was a reminder of how much he’d had to drink, but it didn’t bother him. It just made him that much more needy and his hand dropped between his legs to adjust himself as he waited for Jasper to follow.
Jasper leaned back to make room as Sage climbed through the seat, and he almost reached for his ass while it was Right There, but he hesitated a second too long and missed the opportunity. Oh well. He took his turn, his slightly-clumsy limbs making the transition not as smooth as it usually was, but he managed to get into the back seat without falling on his face or stepping all over Sage or something awkward. Jasper all but pounced on him, kneeling on one knee while he hooked his other leg over Sage’s thigh and leaned his body in against him. He kissed him hungrily again, his free hand running up Sage’s chest and neck to tangle in his hair again. He’d seemed to like that. Jasper was just starving for closeness now, needing to feel the push of another firm body against his, and when he rocked his hips forward, his bulge pushed against Sage’s hip and it felt so goddamn good.
Sage was just as eager as Jasper, pulling him in as he pressed against him, his hands landing on his hips before quickly moving back to squeeze his ass. He loved the weight of Jasper upon him, pushing him back into the seat so that he could feel his cock pressed into his hip. It made him feel trapped, but in a good way, like the only way out was through handling Jasper’s dick, something he was more than eager to take on. He was sure Jasper could feel his own answering hard-on straining against his jeans and pressing against Jasper’s hip, and fuck if that didn’t feel good. Sage groaned as Jasper’s fingers twisted in his hair and he kissed him back hard, his hips giving a roll in response. Everything felt so damn good that he couldn’t focus, only capable of chasing one sensation on to the next.
It was a certain kind of bliss, not even being able to think through the fog of lust. This was probably a bad idea on multiple levels, but Jasper didn’t give a shit. Sage’s body and hands and lips felt ridiculously good, and if he dug down deep enough, that was all Jasper wanted -- to feel good for once, instead of anxious and fucked up and conflicted. Everything outside of this car was so fucking complicated, but this was simple. Sage wanted him, he wanted Sage, what else did they need to figure out? The hands on his ass made him groan, and he wondered briefly if Sage was more of a top or a bottom, then decided he didn’t care a second later. They would figure it out. Feeling too hot and restricted in his clothes now, Jasper pulled away and sat back on his heel, reaching up to grab the back of his shirt and pull it off. He undid the button on his jeans, but left the rest of it as it was, reaching instead to tug at Sage’s shirt to get to his bare skin too.
On a scale of bad ideas, fucking around with Jasper felt like a no brainer, but that was likely because Sage was too drunk or high to think of possible consequences. All he could see was how good it made him feel, better than just an escape or the numbness of alcohol, and far better than the fear that stalked him on a daily basis. It was all encompassing and he let the lust take over, driving him blindly forward. He ran his hands up Jasper’s bare chest as soon as it was exposed, but before he could do more, he was helping Jasper get his own shirt off, eager for that skin on skin contact. He thumbed open the button on his jeans as well, liking where that was going, then resumed kissing Jasper while his drifted down to the zipper on his jeans. There was a pause when he would normally ask, a compulsion that was suppressed when he was so stupidly horny, but as his hand slid into Jasper’s pants he couldn’t help himself. “Can I?”
God, it felt good to be touched. Jasper had been touched a lot since he came home, really, but he couldn’t seem to get enough of it. It was grounding and arousing at the same time, and he wanted Sage’s hands on even more of his bare skin. It didn’t seem like he was going to have to wait long for that, considering where Sage’s hand migrated to. The soft question made his stomach clench pleasantly, and Jasper leaned back some against the seat to give Sage plenty of room. “Yeah,” he breathed, his heart rate picking up even more. Hungry as he was, he still didn’t have much experience with guys, and zero experience with guys who weren’t Logan, so he was happy with any guidance at all on what Sage wanted to do. Jasper didn’t want to be selfish either, but fuck, his cock was tingling with anticipation of what was probably coming. He took the opportunity to touch more, hands running over Sage’s bare shoulders and back and arms. He had tattoos Jasper wanted to look at closer, but ... later.
Sage didn’t exactly have a game plan, lining up everything he wanted to do. He was pretty much moving by instinct, jumping from one good feeling to the next. All Jasper had to say was that one little word and Sage was cupping him through his boxer briefs, squeezing and rubbing before dipping his hand inside for a taste of the real thing. Jasper’s cock was hot in his hand, hard and silky smooth at the same time, and Sage thought he might be salivating at the thought of wrapping his lips around it. He stroked him slowly, his fingers tracing over the ridges and around the head, when he remembered that more friction would be better, that what he was doing amounted to a really good tease otherwise. Sage stopped to spit in his hand, this time tightening his grip so that it would feel good. Not too good, he wanted to do more than jerk him off, but enough that Jasper could really enjoy himself.
All of it felt good -- the groping through his underwear, the light teasing exploration -- but Jasper’s breath hitched as Sage took him in a firmer, slicker grip. A soft ‘fuck’ slipped past his lips and he couldn’t help but push his hips up into the sensation, already starving for more of it. In the meantime he hooked his hand at the back of Sage’s neck again to pull him back into another deep kiss, though this one was more broken up and breathy as the pleasure really started. A bit of ingrained homophobic shame started to bubble up inside of him, and it tried to drag some Jules-and-Logan-shaped guilt along with it, but the weed and booze made it easier to push down for the moment. He didn’t belong to anybody now, he wanted to do this, he needed to do this, to really understand himself and what his desires were. Everyone outside of this car could fuck off. Jasper groped for the front of Sage’s jeans to begin to return to the favor, moaning into the kiss as his hand dipped inside and met hot hardness.
It was a little bit overwhelming how good it felt to be touched and for a second Sage’s hand stopped, his lips clumsy as he returned Jasper’s kiss. It had been so fucking long, almost a year, and he thought he should probably be ashamed for hitting up a bi-curious teenager under the influence of drugs and alcohol, but didn’t they both deserve this? Wasn’t this how you figured things out in the first place? It didn’t matter that they barely knew each other; they knew what mattered at that moment, and they both needed the escape. It was easy to fall into it with Jasper’s hand on his cock and Sage found himself stroking him faster, eager for every touch and kiss he could get himself. His free hand moved to the back of Jasper’s neck, cupping it as his mouth began moving down his jaw. He wanted to taste all of him, but this was a good place to start.
It was such a turn on to be able to feel just how turned on Sage was, the evidence of it thick and hard as a rock in his fist. Jasper had always enjoyed feeling how wet he made girls he was with too, and this was no different, it was just equipment he was even more familiar with. The way Sage stroked him faster sent fluttery pleasure racing through Jasper and he had to fight back the urge to match his pacing. Jasper didn’t want this to be over too soon. He dragged in a few deep ragged breaths when Sage’s mouth moved from his, squeezing his cock tight before he loosened up to graze his hand over that velvety skin. As Sage’s kisses traveled down his neck and onto his chest, Jasper’s stomach clenched with anticipation. He delved his free hand into Sage’s hair, curling his fingers in it and giving his head a tiny push, just to encourage him.
Sage knew Jasper couldn’t keep jerking him off as he moved down his body; the positioning, especially in a car, just wasn’t made for that. But if that was the cost of getting to suck Jasper off, then he would gladly pay it. There was something he loved about it that he couldn’t explain, but he was sure it had to do with the shift in power and vulnerability as much as the taste of dick in his mouth. He grinned against Jasper’s abdomen as he felt the tug to his hair, teasingly brushing his lips over the head, placing open mouthed kisses along the shaft before moving in for more. Gripping the base of Jasper’s cock, he slid his lips down and over the head, taking him as much as he could in one slow suck as he began working himself up for more. It may have been a while since he last did this, but it was just like riding a bike and came back in an instant.
It did suck to have to let go of his cock, but there was still plenty of Sage to touch, so Jasper ran his free hand over the other man’s back and shoulders. It felt like every part of his body was restless and needy as Sage’s mouth teased its way down to his cock. When it arrived, Jasper’s breath hitched and he let out a deep groan. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, his fingers clenching in Sage’s hair again. That feeling was heavenly, and a little tremor ran through Jasper’s legs as Sage took him in deep. Jasper leaned back against the car seat and gazed down at what he was doing -- it looked almost as good as it felt, even in the shadowy car.
Sage moaned as Jasper’s fingers tugged at his hair and took Jasper deeper, swallowing around his cock. He almost wished that he’d taken his time to get his pants fully off so he could run his hands up his bare thighs, but this was fine, there was still plenty of skin to touch and his focus was mostly on Jasper’s cock. It was hot in his mouth, pushing into his throat and filling his senses with the scent of sweat and sex. Sage could almost imagine what it might be like to have Jasper’s beautiful cock filling up his ass, wringing wanton sounds from him with each snap of his hips. It was just a fantasy, a drunken reverie that he wouldn’t realistically pursue, but it made him even harder just thinking about it, and he eagerly swallowed Jasper’s cock, imagining being fucked hard on it.
It felt different than when Logan did it, different from Jules, different from everybody else Jasper had gotten a blowjob from -- which of course made sense, because everyone was different. But in his current state there felt like even more of a difference. Sage was obviously good at deep throating and the intense pleasure-pressure around the head of his cock was making Jasper want to squirm and fuck himself even deeper. He didn’t want to hurt Sage or make him puke or anything though, so he did his best not to thrust, but couldn’t help rocking his hips just a bit to satisfy that restlessness. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so good,” he whispered, his breath already heavy in his lungs. Jasper’s eyes rolled closed and he moaned, still gripping Sage’s hair like it was all he had to hold onto.
The more Sage pushed himself, the more his eyes began to water, the lack of air making him dizzy as he reminded himself to breathe through his nose. He thought it was probably weird, but it was easy for him to get lost in this, to turn his focus on making Jasper feel good, to enjoy being used so thoroughly. The more Jasper pulled his hair, the more it turned him on, and he kept expecting the guy to just go ahead and fuck his mouth. Except he knew that wasn’t something you just did to someone you barely knew. He certainly wouldn’t do it to Jasper. But fuck did he want to feel his cum slide down the back of his throat something awful. His own cock was starting to ache now, desperate for attention, but he was determined to finish Jasper off first. Then he could deal with his own neglected dick.
All of the liquor and weed had made Jasper’s body feel heavy and lazy, which helped him control himself a bit. Sage was still managing to send waves of shivery tension through his core, and Jasper’s balls felt tight and full already. Part of him said to prolong it, try to hold back to enjoy it more, but that instinct to thrust and pump until he found sweet release was getting more compelling. He shifted his fingers in Sage’s hair to hold the back of his head, using the light grip to guide him into shallower but faster strokes. “Yeah, just like that, baby,” Jasper moaned, staring raptly down as his cock disappeared over and over into Sage’s mouth. “You’re such a good fucking cocksucker ... you want me to come in your mouth?” He wasn’t thinking about what he was saying or if he should, it just came flowing out like it always did with the people he loved fooling around with.
Sage was glad it was dark because he was sure his cheeks were pink, Jasper’s dirty talk sending a flood of embarrassment and arousal through him. Because he wanted to be a good fucking cocksucker, aspired to be, and the praise turned him on like it always did when he was pleasing someone else. He moaned in answer, unwilling to come up off Jasper’s cock as he kept up with the fast, little strokes. His lips were going to be swollen, but wasn’t that part of the appeal? He wanted them to tingle even once he stopped, to lick them and taste Jasper’s cum. He was sure his dick was dripping now, desperate for him to at least palm himself, and he held Jasper’s hip just a bit tighter to restrain himself. He wanted Jasper to come first, to find release in his mouth, then he could come. It wouldn’t be much longer now, and Sage prepared to swallow as much as Jasper dished out to him.