Who: Jasper and Logan When: Afternoonish, Monday June 18 Where: Sweetbriar Bridge Warning: NSFW Status: Complete
It was close to noon by the time Logan woke up. He had closed the restaurant last night and had today off so it was nice to lounge around in bed with nowhere to be. When he woke up, he immediately lit a cigarette and rolled onto his back, taking his time and being as lazy as he wanted. It felt good. At least for a little while. Then he started feeling restless, like he ought to be out and about having fun today. So after finishing his cigarette Logan grabbed his phone and headed for the bathroom, thumbing in a text to Jasper.
what are you up to today? Wanna hang?
If he was going to have fun, he wanted to have fun with his best friend. Potentially get high or wasted or something. Otherwise it was a pointless day and he didn’t want to have a pointless day today.
It had been a pretty pointless day for Jasper so far, except for one phone call with Mr. Fox that meant he had a job. It was good news and bad at the same time -- Jasper needed a job to have any money, and he wanted something to focus on that was outside of himself. But was he really ready? It made him nervous. He was starting on Wednesday, it was only a couple of more days with total freedom. Not that he’d been doing particularly good things with his freedom, but whatever. He’d bellyached enough about all that shit. Jasper was getting sick of listening to himself.
When Logan’s text came through, Jasper was in the kitchen eating a belated bowl of cereal. There was zero question if he wanted to hang with his best friend or not, and he didn’t hesitate to thumb in an answer. nothing. fuck yes. ur place? out?
Logan had turned on the shower to heat the water up when Jasper's text came through. He stripped out of his clothes and sent a quick text. nah, wanna get out and do something. want to pick me up? He didn't mind driving but Logan was feeling a bit wired and he was thinking he'd probably get pulled over if he was behind the wheel. And if he wanted to smoke some weed or drink, that was probably worse. Not to say Jasper won't get fucked up with him, but he didn't want to be responsible for killing the both of them just because he couldn't calm his ass down.
Jasper was good with getting out and doing something. He didn’t do enough of that these days, and he was about to not have as much time, so he should enjoy it while it lasted. He munched on another mouthful of cereal and tapped in a brief answer: ok. be there soon. He wolfed down the rest of his breakfast-slash-lunch and got up to go downstairs to change his clothes. He slapped on a bit more deodorant too, put some shoes on, and then he was on his way. About twenty minutes later he was pulling up in front of Logan’s house, the windows down and his music up. Jasper shot another text to Logan to let him know he was there.
By the time Jasper pulled up to his house Logan was ready to go. Just stepping out of the house felt good and he crossed the lawn to his best friend's car and Logan breathed in the fresh air, ready to get the day started. Once he was inside he slipped a hand behind the nape of Jasper's neck and tugged him close enough that he could kiss him firmly on the mouth. "Let's go to Sweetbriar for a bit," Logan suggested once he'd pulled back, a smile spreading across his lips. "I got some stuff from Teri last night and I love you so I'm willing to share."
That was quite a greeting, and it gave Jasper a little flutter of happiness mixed with guilt, but that wasn’t too shocking of a feeling for him these days. He returned the kiss, and then returned Logan’s smile once he broke it, his grin spreading a bit at the prospect of new stuff to share. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what kind of ‘stuff’ that was, and Jasper was more than game. “You know me, I love stuff,” he muttered with a chuckle. Jasper pulled away from the curb and headed toward Sweetbriar, glancing over at his friend briefly. “You seem chipper. Good night?”
Logan grinned and settled back in the seat, eager to get going. He rolled down the window and pulled out his cigarettes to get one lit. "Nah, last night was a normal night. Made some good money though. I don't know... just woke up feelin' dangerous. Like I don't want to waste the day, you know? Just get fucked up and have some fun. I don't work today so I gotta take advantage of it. What'd you get up to last night?"
Logan was always good looking, but there was something about him being in a good mood that made him even hotter, and Jasper kind of hoped it was contagious. He was feeling okay today, in comparison to most of them, but he wanted to absorb that grin on Logan’s face. They used to have so much fucking fun together, he missed that. “Feelin’ dangerous, huh?” Jasper echoed with a chuckle as he drove. “Last night, nothing much. Recovering from Saturday, I guess.” He was waffling now on whether he should tell Logan what he got up to Saturday night. Jasper didn’t want to fuck up his good mood, but he was aware his free-loving friend might not give a shit either. “I start working on Wednesday, so you got good timing, my dude.”
Logan's brows rose as he looked over at his friend. "You got a job? That's great. Ruby's dad, right?" Maybe Jasper working meant they could finally get a place together. Logan was getting beyond antsy still living with his mom. It made bringing people home kind of weird, especially when she was there, which was why he was messing around in his car more than anywhere else these days. "And you got into shit Saturday night? I'll try not to be pouty, I guess. I hate it when you have fun without me." He had to work, of course, as he did most weekends, but that was where the money was.
“Yeah, Ruby’s dad’s shop,” Jasper answered even as he chuckled a bit at the last part. There was that stab of guilt again, the one he didn’t actually know if he ought to be feeling. He didn’t belong to anybody, wasn’t that what he’d told himself Saturday night? It was true, but it didn’t always feel true. “It was kinda some shit, I guess. I ran into a guy who was over there with me,” he said, shooting Logan a meaningful glance. “We got drunk together and talked.” That hadn’t been the end of it, but Jasper was still nervous to say the rest, so he didn’t right away. Logan had never been the jealous type with anyone, but Jasper felt like their relationship was different, somehow. Maybe he was wrong.
Logan knew how difficult things had been for Jasper since he returned home so he was kind of glad to hear he was talking to other people who had been there with him. He knew Elodie still came around Jasper’s house but Logan had talked to that girl before and she seemed a bit unbalanced. Jasper probably needed some kind of stability from people who understood him. Logan wanted to be there for his friend when he could but he knew he couldn’t be everything Jasper might need. “That’s good, man.” Logan lit a cigarette and offered it to Jasper. “Did it help any? Talking to the guy?”
He took the cigarette with a murmur of thanks, tucking it between his lips to switch his hand on the wheel and rest one arm along the open window. “Yeah, it did,” he answered after a moment’s thought. It wasn’t just a euphemism either -- actually talking to Sage had helped. He’d just helped him in another way too. They’d helped each other, he thought. “I feel like ... I dunno, he’s not that much older than us, so I related to him more, I guess. And he’s got weird shit going on with him too, like my directions thing, you know?” The blowjobs had almost made him forget that Sage turned fucking invisible right in front of him, which was still pretty damn amazing. “We’re like, turning into the X Men, dude, for real.”
Logan cocked a brow and drew out his own cigarette to light. "X-Men. That's... weird. And cool. But also, scary. There're some evil X-Men, remember. What kind of weird shit is happening with him?" He knew Jasper could basically find anything and anyone now, and Elodie literally felt the pain from people's injuries. It made Logan wonder what had happened in that fog place to change these people. Was it temporary? What was the whole point of it all? If there was even a point.
Jasper glanced over at Logan, wondering briefly if there was any point at which Logan would stop believing him. He’d believed it when Amelia came back ten years older, he’d trusted Jasper to know his own sister even if she looked like a different person. Logan had believed about Jules’s portals. Jasper had disappeared for months only to suddenly reappear in Logan’s house, filthy and amnesiatic and rambling about other dimensions, and Logan believed him. He’d accepted that Jasper had this weird locational superpower now. Was there a line anywhere with his best friend? Jasper hoped there wasn’t. He wanted them to keep trusting each other forever. “He can turn invisible,” he answered. “It sounds nuts, I know, but he did it in front of me and it was fucking wild, man. He just closes his eyes and lets it happen, I guess, and boom, he vanishes. You can still hear and touch him, but he’s just ... invisible.” There was no other way to say it, and Jasper let out a little laugh.
Logan nearly choked on the cigarette smoke he had just dragged into his lungs. Eyes watering, he started to laugh while looking over at Jasper. "Are you... fuckin' serious? That is some X-Men shit." And sure, the instinct was there to not believe Jasper, but considering everything that had happened in the past six months, it would have been stupid to dismiss this. Jasper's ex-girlfriend could fucking open doors to other dimensions. Invisibility seemed tame compared to that. "I'd kill to be invisible sometimes," Logan said, once he had recovered and could breathe again. "What the hell did that place do to you guys?"
He had to laugh along with Logan a bit, because he had a great laugh and it was kind of absurdly funny. The last question drained the humor out of Jasper though, and his gaze got far away for a moment. “I dunno, but something deep,” he murmured, thinking of that sense of being an alien that kept plaguing him. The phrase I don’t belong here anymore drifted through his head, but people started worrying about him when he talked like that, and this was supposed to be a fun day with his bestie, so he tried to push it away. Smiling faintly again, Jasper huffed and shook his head. “It doesn’t do Sage a lotta good since he’s got to keep his eyes closed, but ... yeah it was pretty crazy.”
"What?" Logan's eyes widened briefly before he laughed again. "Shit! Imagine having the power of invisibility and not being able to keep your eyes open for it. That would suck. But maybe there's a downside to everything." Despite all that, Logan was glad Jasper was getting in touch with some of the others who had been in that place with him. Maybe it would help. "It sounds like a good Saturday night though. Sometimes it's best just to have a chill evening, you know? Sounds a hell of a lot more fun than what I was doing." Even if he was making money he was still working and working on a Saturday night was never his first choice.
If there was a downside to everything, Jasper had to wonder what the downside would be to his own new ability. Was he going to be cursed with knowing every time Jules went to Ethan’s house or something? It hadn’t happened yet, but he hadn’t been focusing on trying to find out where she was yet. He tried not to worry about it yet. Whatever side effect it might have, it was better than being stuck in hell. Jasper gave a little laugh at what Logan said, feeling his cheeks get a bit hotter. “It kinda turned ... un-chill, after a while,” he murmured, glancing over at Logan with a sheepish sort of smile. “So, uh ... hope you don’t ... fuck, I’m like, nervous to tell you.” He laughed again, but it was more tension than anything. Jasper winced and put the cigarette in his mouth for a deep drag. “Don’t be pissed. Please.”
Logan was sure there had to be a downside to everything, including super powers or whatever it was Jasper was experiencing. Maybe they were all becoming like Jules. He almost pointed out that it was something Jules and Jasper had in common now but bringing up the ex felt like a bad idea. Jasper’s words effectively pulled Logan out of his own thoughts and he cocked a brow at his friend, feeling the beginning tingles of concern and confusion. When had Logan ever gotten pissed at Jasper? Maybe when they were younger and less in control of their emotions. It felt like Jasper would have to kill his mom for Logan to get that level of angry with him anymore. “I promise I won’t be pissed,” he said, reaching over to rub his hand over Jasper’s head. “What’s up?”
Jasper was kicking himself for being so weird and shy about this -- he’d always been able to tell Logan anything and everything. It wasn’t like they’d established some relationship that he’d strayed from, or whatever. Jasper was just so weary of hurting the people he loved. But Logan wasn’t Jules. Maybe he wouldn’t even care. He licked his lips quickly, trying to ignore the way his stomach always fluttered at that head rub. “We ended up blowing each other,” he said, glancing over again. “We got to talking, and ... he’s bi too. And I was drunk and hgh and felt like I really like, know him, you know?” He took another drag off of his cigarette and flicked some ashes out the window. “And I wanted to see. If it was just you, for me. Or if it’s a real thing with me.” Maybe that wouldn’t make sense to Logan, but it did to him.
Logan listened to Jasper calmly, his expression remaining the same but for another cock of his brow. Then he smiled, finding it kind of sweet that Jasper was concerned about how Logan might feel about blowing some other dude. But they weren’t boyfriends and Jasper knew him better than anyone so he’d know that Logan wasn’t the monogamous type. Even so, he appreciated that Jasper felt the need to “confess” even though he had nothing to worry about. “I’m not pissed,” he said. “You’re free to blow as many dudes as you want, J. I know this might sound dickish, but I’m not Jules, you know? You’re my best friend. I want you to do whatever makes you happy. I fooled around with a guy from work the other night. It just is what it is, you know?”
It didn’t sound dickish to Jasper, considering he’d just had that same thought. His and Jules’s relationship had been in a completely different place than his connection to Logan though, so he didn’t blame her for having the feelings she did. It was just a deep relief to hear that he wasn’t disappointing someone else that he loved. What was kind of fucked up and backwards was that tug of jealousy in the back of his mind to hear Logan had fucked around with another guy recently. Jasper ignored it -- Logan wasn’t his any more than the other way around, and they’d both slept with plenty of people throughout their friendship, and it hadn’t changed anything. “I dunno about happy,” he murmured with a wry huff. People kept throwing that word at him like it was some easy goal. “But I feel like it needed to happen, so ... thank you.” He reached over to give Logan’s thigh a squeeze. “I saw Jules on Friday night, shit just feels kinda raw, I guess. Like I’m the asshole no matter what.”
Logan didn't think Jasper needed to thank him for anything, but he simply smiled in response, rather than saying so. His friend was trying to figure himself out and Logan could understand that. He'd gone through the same thing a few years ago, after all. "You're not an asshole," Logan said, taking another quick drag from his cigarette. "Break-ups are hard, especially for girls. She'll get over it eventually, you know? But like... it probably isn't helping if you guys see each other. That's what keeps it raw. You guys don't have to answer to each other anymore." It felt simple to Logan, but he knew that he had never been through a tough break-up before, so maybe it was more complicated than he thought. He just didn't want Jasper to feel shitty for wanting to figure out who he was.
Jasper wasn’t even sure if Logan had ever been in love, so he took that into consideration as he processed that advice. He wanted to see Jules, he’d jumped at the chance when she’d sent him that text. But it had hurt, at the same time. “We hadn’t even talked, ‘til then,” he murmured. “She was drunk when she texted me, she wanted me to come over. So I spent the night. Maybe you’re right man, I dunno. I don’t want her to feel bad, I still love her, but I gotta do my own thing for a while. I’d just hurt her more right now.” God, he sounded like he was on a loop, didn’t he? Jasper tried to shake it off, sitting up straighter and taking another drag from his smoke. “But whatever, fuck it, you know? Sorry, you wanted to get out and have fun and I’m all emo over here. Anyway. Yeah, I like sucking dick. It’s official, I guess. You might think he’s cute too, maybe I should hook you guys up,” he offered with a laugh.
Logan nodded, mostly because he trusted Jasper to know more about all this than he did. He was there to support his best friend, so that's what he was going to do. "Fuck it," he agreed, grinning at Jasper. "That's my life motto, man. Fuck it." He laughed a bit when Jasper stated that he liked sucking dick and Logan couldn't help but lean over and bite gently at Jasper's neck, just because he wanted to and he could. "I think you're fucking cute," he said, smooching Jasper's cheek loudly before resting back against his seat. "You can be emo if you wanna be emo, J. We can still have fun." He didn't think he needed to be hooked up with anyone, since he generally didn't have a lot of trouble finding someone to makeout with. But he was happy that Jasper was getting to be who he really was.
The little bite and kiss gave Jasper a tingle in his stomach and he grinned crookedly, cheeks flushing slightly. He couldn’t help it, Logan just had that effect on him, more and more these days. “I don’t wanna be, that’s the thing,” he answered with a chuckle. They were getting closer to Sweetbriar now, and Jasper was eager to feel some things besides the angst he couldn’t seem to shake. “So what’s this new shit from Teri you got? What am I in for?” Not that it mattered, he would’ve done whatever drugs Logan had on him, as long as they were doing it together and enjoying themselves. The weather was perfect to just chill with the windows down. Or even outside the car, if they felt like not being lazy.
"It's not new," Logan said, reaching into his pocket to pull out the baggie Teri had slipped him last night. He brought it to eye level and squinted a bit at the tiny pink pills. "Uh... looks like Oxy? Shit, I should've grabbed something to drink too. Eh, fuck it." Getting high was getting high. Alcohol would have intensified it, but they could still have a good time without it. He opened the bag to pull one of the pills out to slip between his lips. "Well, this shit ought to help you un-emo yourself. You want one now or wait 'til we stop?"
“Now,” Jasper answered without hesitating, holding one hand out. A thought occurred to him and he gave a cursory glance toward the back seat. “I actually think I got some whisky back there still. Swiped it from my dad the other night, but Sage had Maker’s Mark so we drank that.” He probably also should have brought some weed, but Jasper hadn’t thought of it, and with alcohol and Oxy both already on the table, they probably didn’t need it. Jasper tried not to do too many pill types of drugs, he’d heard all the horror stories about people getting hooked on them and having to turn to heroin or some shit, but once in a while was fine. Just to let loose and have fun, and he always had fun with Logan.
Logan dropped a couple of the pills into Jasper's palm before stretching over to look for the whiskey bottle. He found it on the floor and grabbed it before slipping back into his seat. Unscrewing the top, Logan took a pull from the bottle, enjoying the familiar burn down his throat. "So you've got a job," Logan said, settling the bottle on his thigh. He wanted to hand it to Jasper, but knowing their luck some cop was hiding somewhere out here, ready to pull them over. It wasn't like they were doing much else in this town. "Does that mean in a few months we can get a place? My mom's a patient woman but I think I'm starting to cramp her style."
Jasper had popped the pills in his mouth, and he waited until Logan had a drink before he reached for the bottle himself, cops be damned. It was just a quick swig to wash the Oxy down, then he was handing it back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded. “Hell yeah, maybe even sooner than a few months,” he said. Jasper hadn’t exactly made that decision consciously, but Logan bringing up living together again made him pretty sure that’s what he wanted to do. “My dad even said he would help me out if I wanted to find a place. He’s like, fixing Ms. Harris’s basement up for me, putting in a shower and stuff. But I don’t wanna stay there too long. Amelia might move downstairs after I leave. I just wanna make sure this job lasts longer than a week, you know?”
Hearing that Jasper was still game to live together sent a wave of relief through Logan. He had been worried he would have to find another roommate and he doubted anyone would be as much fun as Jasper. They understood each other and could put up with each other better than anyone else Logan had in mind. "Awesome. And yeah, I get wanting to make sure you have some... stability first, or whatever it's called. We'll figure it out. I've got some cash saved up too, for when we're ready." Picking up the whiskey bottle, he took another drink, already feeling pretty damn good. He just wanted to get out of the car and... hell, he didn't know what. That restlessness in his chest was still evident and he had to resist the urge to down the rest of the whiskey. A trip to the hospital was not on his agenda today.
Stability or whatever it was called. Jasper smirked. It was something he needed in many different aspects of his life, probably, but it seemed out of reach a lot of the time. He just had to learn to be okay with instability for a while, he supposed, but he at least wanted to earn some money so he could contribute to his own independence. Maybe he could start there and the other types of stability would follow. They would figure it out, for now all they had to do was enjoy themselves for an afternoon. Sweetbriar came into view, and Jasper found a good spot to park along the side of the road. He left the windows down as he shut the car off and glanced over at Logan, not sure if he wanted to chill in the car or get out and wander around.
"C'mon," Logan said, once Jasper had turned off the car. Pushing open the door, Logan stepped out and stretched, happy to be outside and away from people. Almost belatedly he realized that Jasper may not want to chill in the woods, of all places, but thankfully the bridge was near the road. "Do you think it's kinda sad, that we're back here getting high like we used to in high school?" Logan asked, bringing the bottle back up to his lips before he laughed. "Uh, then again, I guess high school wasn't that long ago, so maybe it's not that sad. Janelle Martin let me finger her here before I left for Virginia. Ah, goddamn, the memories."
High school had been even more recent for Jasper than it had for Logan, and he got a pang of regret that he hadn’t gotten to finish. He did his best to shrug it off and enjoy the fresh air and company. His limbs were starting to feel a bit tingly and nice, he guessed the Oxy was starting to kick in. “Nah, not like there’s a ton of fun places to get high around here,” he said with a chuckle. Jasper pictured a horny, slightly-younger Logan fingering Janelle Martin here and it made him laugh a bit. “I fucked Katrina Morton up here a couple of times.” Jasper grinned crookedly. “She had this little mole on her ass and I kept thinking it was a tick or something.”
Logan groaned in appreciation before offering the bottle of whiskey to Jasper. He was starting to feel insanely good too, but he had woken up feeling good, so this was just... extra bonuses. "Katrina Morton... I definitely remember her. She was hot." Chuckling, he turned to look at the walls of the bridge. There was some graffiti, names, and crude messages carved into the wood. Eventually, this bridge would probably fall completely apart, or it would get rebuilt. It made him kind of sad to think about, because he had a lot of memories here. Turning, he walked back to Jasper and gently thunked his forehead against Jasper's. He just liked being close to his best friend, being able to be affectionate without getting pushback. "I wonder how many people got splinters in their ass, screwing around in this place."
Jasper accepted the bottle and took a swig or two from it, but that was all he really wanted. It was still pretty early in the daytime and he’d taken some Oxy, so he figured he would already be feeling no pain here in a few more minutes. He looked over some of the faded marks of teenagers in the past himself, then smiled as Logan came in close again. Jasper thunked him back lightly and slipped his arm around Logan’s waist for a moment, giving a soft snicker. “Probably a bunch of ‘em,” he murmured. He and Katrina had done it standing up, if he recalled correctly. She hadn’t wanted to get her ass dirty or anything. “Not me though, so I guess I’m lucky.” He offered the bottle back to Logan.
Logan took the bottle back, taking another long pull from it, despite his extremities already tingling. It didn't feel like enough. The problem was, Logan didn't know what enough was. Getting blackout drunk? Going into town to vandalize shit? What was going to quell the restlessness inside of him? At least Jasper had driven so Logan didn't have to worry about how he was getting home. Jasper would take care of him. Logan moved away and leaned back against the bridge wall before slowly sliding down to sit on his ass, the bottle still in his hand. "You ever feel like you wanna just punch something? Just bloody your knuckles for a while, because it'd feel good?" He might not have been making much sense but it made sense in his brain.
Jasper was extremely familiar with that feeling, but it wasn’t one that he usually associated with Logan. Sure, his bestie would jump into any fight to help him out, and Logan had gotten into plenty of scrapes himself over the years, but Jasper had always felt like the more angry, aggressive one. He huffed a little laugh as he ambled over to plop down in front of Logan, crossing his legs in front of him. “You forget who you’re talking to?” he posed with a faint grin. “I mean ... yeah, pretty often.” Especially lately. Jasper eyed him for a second. “That how you’re feelin’ now?” For some reason he recalled what Elodie had said about punching during sex.
Logan chuckled and took another long swig from the bottle. He was going to drink too much, he knew it. And yet he didn't really care about the moment. It was his day off. He deserved to have fun. Everything was starting to feel floaty and numb and it was excellent. "Yeah, kinda? Like I feel like I want to do a dozen things at once. This is a start," he said, lifting the bottle. "Days are kinda blending in together lately. Working, and living at home and shit and maybe I'm bored. Boredom can be a very dangerous thing." Logan grinned and offered the bottle back to Jasper.
He could relate to that feeling, though Jasper never really tied it to boredom. It was usually more of an aggravated restlessness. “So they say,” he muttered with a soft chuckle as he took the bottle back. Jasper took another couple of small nips from it but kept it in his hand. Logan was drinking pretty fast, and they’d taken pills too, so Jasper wanted to make sure he slowed down on the whiskey. “Remember when we used to go throw rocks through windows when we got bored enough,” he asked, grinning faintly. “Explore abandoned houses and buildings and shit? Now there’s like ... nothing left around here to explore.”
"Yeah, I remember that." He sounded mildly wistful. Vandalism was always a good time, though now he was more likely to end up in jail than to get a slap on the wrist. But Jasper was right. There wasn't much left to explore in Point Pleasant. "There's tons to explore everywhere else though. I was gone for a year and never saw everything I wanted to. You ever think about doing that? We could just pack up the car and fuckin' go? Stop wherever and whenever we wanted, do whatever we wanted? Fuck, we wouldn't even need a map, 'cause of your GPS-ness. We could go for a year and fuckin' live." It sounded amazing in his head, and as he was saying the words, but it was also possible the alcohol and Oxy haze was clouding up his brain. Even so, hitting the road with his best friend was some kind of fantasy that he was sure could come true.
It sounded idyllic in Jasper’s head too, the two of them just driving through a desert somewhere, windows down, music up, smoking joints as they explored the country. And Logan was right, they definitely wouldn’t get lost now. Especially considering everything that had been going on with him lately, it was really tempting to suggest they both pack up and go now ... but Jasper wasn’t sure he could do that. He’d just gotten back, did he really want to leave his family again so soon? The people he was suddenly connected to? Sure, he wanted some space of his own, but not hundreds of miles of it. Not yet. “Maybe we will someday,” he offered, giving Logan a smile. Jasper squeezed his leg. “We got plenty of time. I think Amelia would like, murder me herself if I ran off again for months.”
"Oh yeah." He almost forgot that Jasper had a family. At least a sibling who would miss him. Lyla was off doing her own thing in the world and while they texted every now and then, he wasn't super close with his sister. "Someday then," Logan agreed before turning his head to lean in and nibble at Jasper's neck. Even that tiny movement sent his head swimming but he couldn't help it. Lately it seemed like anytime Jasper was around Logan wanted to touch or kiss or nip whenever he could. Today he felt it more than usual but he doubted Jasper would mind it. "Okay," he murmured with a grin against Jasper's neck. "You gotta tell me now. Did that dude have a better dick than me, or what?"
Jasper didn’t mind it in the slightest, especially since it tickled in that good way and sent happy flutters all through his stomach. He grinned a bit and tilted his head to nuzzle his cheek against Logan’s temple. The question made him laugh quietly and he rubbed his palm against Logan’s thigh. “Are you shitting me?” he murmured, still grinning. “Nobody’s got a better dick than you, dummy.” He turned his face to smooch at Logan’s jaw, one hand coming up to ruffle his thick hair. Jasper loved how snuggly he was lately, even if it made him feel vaguely guilty now and then. So many things did. “What about the dude from your work? Better dick than me?” Jasper was mostly teasing, not sure if he really wanted an honest answer.
The compliment caused Logan to grin wider, a chuckle catching in his throat. He knew Jasper hadn't seen enough dicks to really claim that but it was still nice to hear. He wasn't a possessive person by any means, but there was something inside of him that liked the fact that he had been the first guy Jasper messed around with. It wasn't surprising that Jasper had asked the same question but Logan didn't mind answering it. "Nah, your dick is way better," he said, tittering softly. "But your dick is better than all the dicks, 'cause it's yours. You're attached to it and I actually give a shit about you." He had no idea if that made sense since it sounded kind of slurry in his ears. Logan closed his eyes, letting the foggy yet happy feeling wash over him. "Really sucked without you here for so long. I missed you."
Logan put into words exactly how Jasper felt about it too, and it made his chest feel all warm and stupid. By all the physical technicalities Jasper could think of, Logan did have a really nice dick, but it was the rest of him that mattered more, and he was the only guy Jasper felt like he could completely trust with everything. He gave Logan a squeeze and petted his hair some more, amused at how his friend was slipping further into Fucked Up territory. Jasper was happy to take care of him, it was far past his turn anyway. “I missed you too,” he murmured. “So much. And I feel the same way about your dick, dude. You’re my favorite male-everything. ... Are we really getting sappy about cocks right now?” Jasper tittered and gave Logan’s neck a playful little bite. “You’re drunk.”
Jasper's teeth felt just as good, as did his hand on Logan's thigh. Logan had always liked to be touched, especially by Jasper. Even before they had fooled around, Jasper had never been turned off by Logan's physical affection. "What else're we gonna get sappy about if not our dicks?" Logan laughed and turned his face to plant a quick smooch against Jasper's lips. "I don't think I'm drunk yet, am I? If I am drunk then you know I'm telling the truth. I don't lie when I'm drunk." He sighed and ducked his face again to press it against Jasper's throat. His friend smelled nice and Logan just wanted to keep touching him.
“Drunk, high, whatever,” Jasper laughed. Alcohol did bring out the honesty in Logan, he knew that from experience, it had gotten both of them into trouble once or twice. “You don’t, though. It’s like a truth serum.” Chuckling, Jasper ruffled Logan’s thick hair some more. It was making his miss his own a bit, but whenever he thought about just letting it grow out again, he got flashbacks to the filthy, matted mess he’d shaved off, and it made him a little queasy. So he was keeping the buzz for a little while yet. “So does that mean I can ask you anything and you gotta be honest with me?” he teased, scratching lightly at the back of Logan’s neck.
Alcohol got them both in trouble more often than not, although there was no one else Logan would want to find himself in that position with. Jasper always had his back, just like Logan always had his. It made him feel guilty from time to time that he hadn't been able to help Jasper before he went missing. Hadn't even noticed something was really wrong with him. But Jasper didn't seem to hold that against Logan, so it didn't feel productive to dwell on it. Jasper's hand against his neck felt good and Logan's head dipped forward so Jasper would keep doing it. "Yup. That's the rule. But you know I'd probably tell you the truth about anything even if I was sober."
Jasper didn’t hold any of it against anyone but himself, really, at least not consciously. He’d hidden what had been happening to him fairly well while it was going on, at least until the end. There was no point in throwing blame around, he was just grateful to be home again and not dead. “Yeah I know,” he murmured affectionately, continuing to scritch and rub at Logan’s neck. He could tell it felt good, and it was something he loved himself. “That’s why I let you fuck me.” Jasper’s cheeks got a bit hot at saying it out loud, but he smiled too. Everything he could think to ask was just a huge can of worms, and it was nice to not be talking about anything heavy, so Jasper left it at that for the moment.
He kept his head lowered but opened his eyes so he could look over at Jasper. His lips twitched, because Jasper's cheeks were just a little pink and it was fucking adorable. "I'm glad you trusted me enough to let me," he said, and that was the truth. Logan had wanted it for some time and he knew, deep down, he would have probably felt stung if Jasper had gone elsewhere to fuck around once he'd decided he wanted to try it. "You ever think about fucking me?" he asked, because it felt like a totally normal thing to inquire about and Logan had wondered if Jasper was just more comfortable being a bottom. Then again, Logan didn't think Jasper had enough experience yet to really know what he liked.
It shouldn’t have, because Jasper had fucked plenty of people in his short life so far, but the question made him blush a bit more. “Yeah, all the time,” he admitted with a huffed laugh. It was true that he didn’t really know yet which position he liked to take more with guys. He knew he wanted to try everything, and if he was going to fuck any dude, it would be Logan. He also knew that he wanted to bottom again, in a different context, with less booze and self loathing. The first time had been intense and while he remembered some pleasure, there had been a lot going on in his head and it was all jumbled to him now. He wanted to try it without hating himself for it. Jasper raised a brow at his friend and smirked faintly. “Do you want me to fuck you sometime?” he murmured.
"Yeah, duh," Logan exclaimed, laughing before he shifted his body down to lay on the bridge, his head in Jasper's lap. His brain was flooded with all kinds of sexy images and thoughts while his body was floaty and tingling and this was so much better than laying in bed at home, bored to death. The booze and pills had helped quell some of that odd feeling in his gut when he'd woken up and he was grateful for it. He fumbled blindly for the bottle, wanting another drink. "Used to think about it all the time," Logan admitted. "I'd hatch a plan to try and get a girl to have a threesome with us, just so I could get you naked with me. But then I had to leave town and you were with Jules when I came back so things were, you know..." He waved one hand dismissively. "I want you to enjoy it though, 'cause there's nothing wrong with wanting me, or dick in general. It feels so much better when you're not in your head over it."
Jasper adjusted himself a bit as Logan got comfortable, happy to cradle his head and keep playing with his hair. This bridge could be creepy sometimes, but at the moment it was just a lovely place to hang out and bullshit around with his best friend. Though the current subject definitely didn’t feel like bullshit to his body, a bit of warmth rushing into his groin at the very notion of having a threesome with Logan and a girl. “Did you really?” Jasper asked, chuckling a bit as he put the whiskey bottle back in Logan’s reach. He’d never known Logan had fantasized about that kind of thing. “I do want you to fuck me again, when I’m not in my head over it,” he told him, gazing down at that handsome face. He felt like that was what had happened to him last time, even though he’d tried hard to shut his brain off completely. “I’m probably just dreaming, but if Jules ever wanted a threesome with both of us, would you do it?”
Logan took the bottle, though he didn't lift up to take a drink yet. He was too comfortable and he wanted Jasper to keep playing with his hair. His own groin tingled happily at the fact that Jasper wanted to fuck again because Logan had worried it might have only been a one time thing. He wouldn't have pushed it, of course, but he definitely hoped Jasper would want to do it again. Cocking a brow, Logan gave Jasper a lopsided grin. "Would I want to fuck you and Jules Cooper? Yes, please. I mean, if that's something you'd both want. Because, fuck, that'd be hot." He shoved a hand into his jacket pocket, fumbling around for his cigarettes. It didn't occur to him that he could let go of the whiskey bottle to get them. "You'd do that with me?"
When Jasper had lost his virginity, it had been awkward and fumbling and not the best, so he knew how the first time wasn't necessarily the best time. Even though he knew this whole thing made Jules unhappy, he also felt a bit more like she understood what he needed to do now. It wasn’t exactly permission, but Jasper felt a bit more settled about it in his mind now. So yes, he wanted to try again with Logan, when he wasn’t in such a self-punishing mental state. Logan’s answer made him grin a little, and once Logan had gotten a cigarette between his lips, Jasper pulled his lighter out to spark it up for him. “If I had to share her with anybody, it’d be you,” he told him with quiet confidence. “Not sayin’ she would ever want that, I dunno. Especially now, after all this. But if I had to pick a guy, there’s no question.” Jasper swiped a smoke from Logan’s pack for himself and lit it.
Logan mumbled a thanks around his cigarette when Jasper lit it for him, and he was careful not to blow smoke in his friend's face. It was probably twisted to get turned on by the thought of Jasper sharing his girlfriend that way, even if it remained a fantasy. That was also assuming Jasper and Jules even got back together. Logan smoked with quiet contemplation, feeling pleasantly lazy now, with Jasper's fingers in his hair. "Are you only... messin' around with guys right now?" He scrunched up his nose some, because "messing around" seemed to be the wrong way to put it but his brain wasn't cooperating with intelligent vocabulary at the moment. "'Cause I know girls who'd be down for that." He didn't really mind if it never happened, but there were options at least.
Jasper knew that Jules might completely balk at the idea if it ever came up one foggy day in the future. She’d said she wasn’t the type who could share. But as far as fantasies went, it was a hot one, and Jasper would be lying if he said he hadn’t daydreamed about it once or twice. Having both of his favorite people at once, getting to watch the people he loved give each other pleasure, being in the middle of both of them. It was a pretty selfish fantasy, he supposed, but weren’t all fantasies? It was safe to just enjoy it in his head, right? Logan’s question made him scrunch up his nose a bit in thought. “I mean, so far only guys,” he murmured. “But I’m single, so ... I guess I can do what I want. And I told her she could do the same.” Even though the thought of Jules sleeping with another guy -- Ethan specifically -- made him kind of angry and queasy, Jasper knew that wasn’t fair. “You really know girls who’d be into it, though? Me and you fooling around too? How many damn threesomes have you even had, you fuckin’ slut?” Jasper grinned down at Logan crookedly and tugged on his hair a little bit.
Logan cocked a brow at the revelation that Jasper told Jules to do whatever she wanted. A girl who looked like Jules was not going to be single for long, that was for sure. But he was sure Jasper already knew that, so Logan left it unsaid, even if it swam around in his brain. "Good for you, dude." Drawing the cigarette from his lips, he grinned and blew the smoke out after a moment. "I know some girls, yeah, and I haven't had that many threesomes. There's at least two girls I work with who're always flirting with me. I could probably charm one of 'em into it." Logan cocked a brow and smirked up at Jasper. "I bet Elodie would do it. I bet she's crazy as hell in bed. Like... a mentally unbalanced pixie. Is that a thing?" He laughed deep in his chest.
He snorted and rolled his eyes, though his half-grin stayed in place. “I dunno, pixie sounds too nice for her,” Jasper said. “She’s crazy all the time, even worse in bed, I bet. She told me she likes to like, fight when she fucks. Punches and everything. I mean, I like it rough, but that’s a bit much. She’d do it though, she would think it was hot.” Elodie had pretty much told him so. Jasper just wasn’t sure he wanted to get rough enough to satisfy her, and she would never let him live it down if she thought he was boring in bed. It was probably best to keep that relationship platonic, even if he got hard around her sometimes. “You’re welcome to shoot your shot with her if you wanna,” he added with a laugh. “Just don’t come crying to me when she’s a psycho at you.”
Logan's brows lifted as he took another drag from his cigarette. "Gotta be in the mood to get beat up during sex," he said with another laugh. "I mean, I guess if she wants to hit me but I don't think I could hit her." He sighed dramatically. "And hello, you gotta be there whenever I come crying to you for any reason. That's what best friends do. You're warning me, but you also gotta let me make my own mistakes." He reached up to pinch Jasper's chin softly. "Why do girls have to be so scary? This is why I like to stay single. Too many crazies out there."
Jasper was pretty sure Elodie liked being hit back, but the idea made him uncomfortable, so he didn’t want to dwell there. He could pull hair and hold throats and spank and maybe even slap a girl in the heat of the moment, but curling his fist up to punch a chick he was fucking made his insides squirm unhappily. “True, true,” he murmured, brushing his fingers through Logan’s hair some more. “I’m here for your tears anytime, of course. I reserve the right to say I told you so, though.” He grinned and dipped his head to briefly catch Logan’s thumb between his teeth for a nibble and suck. “There are plenty of not-crazy girls out there though. You’ll find one eventually, I bet. If you want one, that is.”
"Pfft. I told you so. The language of love," Logan said, closing his eyes even as he brought his cigarette back to his lips to leave it there for a moment. "I don't want one though... a girl. Or a guy. Not like that anyway." His words were mumbled around his cigarette. "Don't think I'm cut out for one person and I sure as shit don't wanna feel like shit if I was to try it and then it fucking fail. Like all relationships do." He cocked an eye open. "Yeah, that's cynical, but true. Girls are psycho, guys are dicks."
Jasper listened to him, gazing down while his fingers continually toyed with Logan’s hair. Like all relationships do. Had he fucking failed? Probably. He certainly felt like shit about everything with Jules ... but that wasn’t completely true, was it? Not everything. There were all the things she’d taught him about love, and himself. Jasper had plenty of really incredible memories with her, the ones he’d clung to while he’d been Over There, often feverishly reminiscing before he fell asleep to try and dream of her. It made his chest hurt a little and he gave Logan a faint smile. “Just wait ‘til you really fall in love,” he murmured. “It changes things. And hey, maybe you’ll find a psycho or a dick who likes to share. You never know.”
Logan shook his head lightly, not wanting to dislodge Jasper's fingers from his hair. "No, thank you." He tugged the cigarette from his lips. "Not to sound like one of those cynical love sucks kind of guys, but I saw what kind of marriage your parents had, and I saw what kind of marriage my parents had... and no offense, but I see what breaking up with Jules is doing to you too. I don't want to feel that way. Give someone else that much power? There's nothing appealing about that." He was talking without thinking now, letting his mouth run away from his brain. But Logan figured Jasper would understand, because they had both grown up surrounded by bullshit. Jasper just happened to find himself in the middle of his own, while Logan had avoided it at all costs.
Jasper did understand. It was an attitude he’d held himself for a long time, and he remembered how it used to get in the way of him telling Jules that he loved her. It seemed kind of cute and naive to him now, like he’d been an idiot back then, thinking he could control how much he cared about someone. Sneering at the fear of being hurt, which was what made up the core of that cynicism. He also knew it wasn’t something he could talk Logan out of, it was just something his best friend had to figure out for himself eventually. Maybe he would find someone he fell for, or maybe he would stay a permanent bachelor, Jasper didn’t know. He just wanted Logan to be happy with his life, however it turned out. “My parents only stayed together because my mom wouldn’t get an abortion,” he reminded Logan with a faint chuckle. “So that’s not a good example, but ... yeah, I hear you, bro. You do whatever you want. I’m kinda glad you stay single anyway. Selfish, I guess.” Jasper made an amused sound and bent over to kiss Logan’s forehead.
Logan grinned lazily when Jasper kissed his forehead. Before he could pull back, Logan slipped his hand behind Jasper's neck and pulled him down to kiss him on the lips. He liked that he was allowed to do things like that now because it was increasingly harder to keep his hands to himself around his best friend. "S'okay to be selfish sometimes. And I'm gonna enjoy you for as long as you stay single too. And maybe after, if they'll share." He smiled against Jasper's mouth before letting him go. "Fuck, sorry man. I feel happy but I also feel like I'm being a downer right now. Am I? My brain is kinda doing its own thing right now."
The kiss was definitely welcome, and the loose happy feeling in his body from the Oxy and the booze made him want to linger in it indefinitely, but Logan had more to say. Jasper didn’t sit up far, elbows on his knees while he leaned casually forward over his best friend’s head. The bit about sharing sent a ripple of sadness over the surface of his mood. Jules had already said she wouldn’t. So eventually he would have to give up most of this affection with Logan. Not to mention the sex he still wanted to have. Maybe being in love did kind of suck, if it meant sacrificing everything else. Maybe he should’ve stayed a cynic. “You’re fine, dude,” Jasper murmured, fingers moving to toy with the collar of Logan’s shirt. “Just be whatever you are. You listen to me being a downer all the time.”
"So let's not be downers today," Logan suggested, tugging Jasper's head back down to his so Logan could kiss him again. He knew not everyone followed his line of thinking when it came to love and he didn't want to try and sway Jasper one way or another. If the people he cared about were happy, that's all he really wanted. Right now he got Jasper mostly to himself and he was enjoying it. Kissing Jasper now felt better than it usually did and Logan parted his lips to deepen it, a happy sort of moan forming in his throat.
Kissing Logan was always delightful, but it took a bit of extra focus for Jasper to shift his thoughts away from Jules and love and back into the present moment. He tried to think about how good and loose his body felt, how relaxing the Oxy was -- the thought crossed his mind that maybe he should have more -- and how soft Logan’s lips were on his. Jasper swiped their tongues together, turning his head a bit so the angle was less weird, and delved his fingers back into Logan’s hair. He gripped this time more than petted, giving an answering hum as he tried to let those good feelings push out everything else.
Logan was more than happy to just lay there and kiss Jasper, even though on some level he knew it wasn't the most comfortable position for his friend. But things felt floaty and warm and Jasper's tongue in his mouth was the best feeling. The tightening of Jasper's hand in his hair drew another low moan from Logan and he felt his cock start to stir in his jeans. "You're gonna get me hard if you keep kissin' me like that," Logan murmured with a small smile against Jasper's mouth. "I can't remember anything we were just talking about."
God, Jasper loved his voice, especially when he was moaning, and his own cock was slowly starting to respond to the kissing. He let out a little huff and nipped at Logan’s bottom lip. “You’re not hard yet?” he murmured. “Must be an off day for me. You started it, anyway.” Jasper snickered softly and nuzzled their noses together. “Talkin’ about love and being a downer ... I dunno, not important.” He kissed the bridge of Logan’s nose and sat up enough to grab the whiskey for another swig. Jasper didn’t have the same drive to get fucked up as Logan had today, but booze had always been good for shutting his brain up.
"Did I?" Logan grinned, watching Jasper pull away. He grunted softly as he sat up. His head swirled, causing tiny white sparks in his eyes. Logan closed his eyes until they cleared and then reached for the bottle to take it from Jasper. "For the record, I'm mostly hard right now," he said with a laugh before taking another drink. "But what else is new. Let's not be a downer. Did I say that part? Let's talk about shit that's... the opposite of downers. Uppers. Or I could blow you if you want, if you're not all blown out, anyway." He tittered and rested his head against Jasper's again. "Fuck, I'm toasted, I think."
Jasper slipped his arm around Logan’s shoulders, chuckling a bit. He couldn’t help but look down at his friend’s crotch to see that tempting bulge, and he impulsively reached for it with his other hand to give a gentle squeeze. “Is there even such a thing as all blown out?” he pondered. “Don’t think I’ve ever gotten there. But yeah ... we can do whatever you wanna do, man. You were the one dying to get out and do something, so I’m here for you.” Jasper cupped the side of Logan’s face and turned his head to kiss at his temple. “But it’s cool if you’re too toasted for much,” he added with a little laugh.
Something pleasurable and needy shivered down Logan's spine when Jasper squeezed his crotch and Logan reached for Jasper's crotch too, wanting to touch as much as he wanted to be touched. "You're always here for me," Logan murmured with a faint grin. His fingers were a bit fumbly as they tried to work open Jasper's jeans. "But I wanna suck your cock for a little bit, if you'll let me do that." They were all alone on the bridge and Logan was eager to just give into his urges, which right now, were pointing him to Jasper's dick.
His arousal still felt a little subdued, but Jasper couldn’t exactly refuse an offer like that. He had faith that Logan could pull him out of his head and fully into his body, and that sounded pretty fucking nice at the moment. Half-grinning, Jasper shifted his position to stretch out a little more, and reached down to help Logan get his fly undone. His dick was swelling further in the front of his jeans, and Jasper left Logan to fish it out, his hand coming up to hook at the back of his friend’s neck and pull him in closer again. “Only if you kiss me some more first,” he murmured before their lips met.
He could do that. He liked kissing Jasper, probably more so than other people. He tossed his cigarette away and worked Jasper's cock out of his jeans as their lips met. Curling his fingers around his friend's length, Logan stroked slowly, mindful of his grip even as his tongue slipped past Jasper's lips again. Getting high, drunk and fucking were certainly his favorite things to do and it seemed like he was going to get all three today. It felt nice being outside too, because the air was breezy and warm and Jasper smelled so good.
It was always a tiny bit surprising, just how good it felt to be touched by somebody else. Logan’s hand felt really really nice, and Jasper felt himself swelling tighter in Logan’s grip. Jasper kissed him back, letting that hunger grow in his lower belly. The fresh air and quiet woodsy sounds around them did make for a nice atmosphere, and the intoxicants had made his body feel extra nice and relaxed, though his core was starting to tense with pleasure. He made a soft sound into the kiss, his tongue stroking against Logan’s, easily imagining how good that wet mouth was going to feel around his cock.
Logan could feel Jasper getting harder beneath his fingers and his own cock was starting to strain against his jeans. But he was focused right now, wanting to make Jasper feel good, especially since Logan was feeling great. Moaning happily, Logan pulled back and shifted around until he was settled in front of Jasper and could comfortably lower himself down to take Jasper's cock in his mouth. It was something he had fantasized about for years and it still blew Logan's mind that Jasper wanted him to do it now and that he even reciprocated.
There was nothing like a blowjob for pleasant distraction, something he didn’t have to put any effort into in the slightest. He could just lean back against the bridge wall and watch his gorgeous best friend give him pleasure. Jasper whispered a soft curse as he delved his fingers into Logan’s hair again, just stroking for the moment while that talented mouth teased his cock. It didn’t take him very long at all to get fully into it, sweet tension running through his thighs and stomach. It just felt so damn good, and the chemicals in his system made it all feel even better. “You’re so fucking good at that,” he murmured, flexing his fingers in Logan’s hair.
For as wasted as he was, it was a wonder that he could put any effort into what he was doing at all. But it felt natural and good and Logan moaned low in his throat as he took Jasper in deeper. He loved the feel of Jasper's fingers in his hair and while Logan was oftentimes a selfish lover, he really did love giving more when he was with his best friend. He supposed it mattered when one cared about the person they were screwing around with. Starting to bob his head a little, Logan grew a bit enthusiastic, wanting to drive Jasper a little crazy before it was all over.
Logan seemed particularly good at driving him crazy, and Jasper groaned softly as his hips flexed upward into the attention. It felt indulgent and selfish in the best sort of way, especially considering what he’d gotten up to the night before. His head fell back and another soft curse passed his lips as his hand flexed in Logan’s hair. Jasper wasn’t sure that they could do much more than this out here, even though there was a part of him that was craving even More -- more closeness, more movement, more Logan. Maybe the blowjobs could just be a warm up for later, if Logan wanted more time with him. His body got more tense as the pressure built, and Jasper tried not to rock his hips too much as his breathing got heavier.
Logan was a bit mindless now, enjoying the familiar motions of sucking cock. He didn't care if this was all they did today, or if they did more, or if they relaxed here for a while and then went back home to doze off together or... well, did more of this. It all felt good. Groaning deep in his throat, Logan could practically feel the way Jasper's body tensed and strained beneath him. He would gladly take the entire day with Jasper if that's what Jasper wanted. His hands gripped his friend's thighs as he worked his mouth over Jasper's cock. He was suddenly eager to taste Jasper's cum, to swallow it all and stake his claim, for lack of a better term in his boozy brain.
“Oh shit,” Jasper gasped as Logan’s tongue hit a good spot. Every single spot was good, of course, but the area just under the head of his cock was extra sensitive, and Logan knew just how to work it. Jasper was lost in it for a while, but Logan’s mouth felt too good to resist for too long. As he got closer to his edge, Jasper started to pump up between Logan’s lips, grunting with every thrust. He gripped Logan’s hair as he came, shuddering and groaning as that bliss completely took over for a few sweet minutes. This was the second mouth he’d gotten to empty his balls into within twenty four hours, and it felt fucking fantastic.
Logan had been so lost in what he was doing that the warm, salty liquid hitting the back of his throat was something of a surprise. But Logan recovered quickly and swallowed, moaning in appreciation until it was over. He sucked gently at the head, swirling his tongue around the tip before releasing him. Licking his lips, Logan looked up at Jasper with a pleased sort of grin. Pushing forward, he kissed Jasper firmly. "Perfection," he murmured. He would have been fine just sucking Jasper's cock all day long, but that wasn't physically feasible. Biology or some shit. "Feel okay?"
Jasper shivered lightly through the continued stimulation, then lifted his head and forced his eyes open a second before Logan kissed him. He grunted into it, feeling even more stoned than he had when they’d started. The question made him chuckle a bit and he scritched his fingers in the back of Logan’s hair. “Feels good,” he mumbled. Jasper ran his free hand down his friend’s side before slipping it lower to explore the bulge in his jeans. “How you feelin’?” Even if Logan had intended just to spoil him, Jasper didn’t want to leave him hanging. If he’d returned the favor for Sage, he definitely wasn’t going to neglect his best boy.
Logan's grin widened. "Feeling good too," he said. His head felt swimmy and dizzy and while his cock throbbed in his jeans where Jasper touched him, it also felt like he was going to tip over at any moment. So he rolled away onto his back, the dirty wood hard beneath his back. Logan chuckled, the sound shaking his chest. "Goddamn. I kinda feel like I'm floating, even though I'm not. And I can taste you in my mouth, which is really nice too." There was an urge to grab the bottle and drink some more but he wasn't entirely sure he had the proper hand coordination to do that.
He watched Logan go down with a little laugh, sitting up straighter himself. He tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up, grinning over at his friend. Jasper felt pretty floaty himself, which meant they had some more time to kill before he should drive them anywhere else, and he knew just how he wanted to spend that time. Chuckling softly, he got up onto all fours and shuffled to where he could dip his head down and kiss Logan. “Yeah? Lemme taste,” he murmured against his lips before he slipped his tongue deeper. Meanwhile, Jasper’s hand snuck down to unbutton Logan’s jeans so he could slip fingers inside to feel how hard he was.
Logan parted his lips, happily accepting Jasper's tongue in his mouth. It felt amazing and Logan moaned happily, bringing his hand up to run it over Jasper's buzzed head. The fingers in his jeans prompted Logan to lift his hips, desperate for more. He wished he could verbally explain how hot it was that Jasper was so eager to taste himself in Logan's mouth, but Logan was pretty sure Jasper could feel how hot it was. "You can taste something else too," Logan murmured with a grin before nipping at Jasper's lower lip.
Jasper loved that needy way Logan moved his hips, like he couldn’t wait to be touched, and he grinned a bit as he wrapped fingers around Logan’s hardon. It felt like he’d already leaked some precum while he was sucking Jasper off, and he found that super hot even though his body was currently satisfied. The musky salty taste in Logan’s mouth didn’t hurt either. “Oh yeah?” he asked softly, giving Logan’s lip a nibble in return. “What do you want me to taste?” Jasper knew very well what he meant, of course, but he wanted to tease him a bit longer. He gave Logan’s cock a few strokes, spreading that bit of slickness around.
Logan moved his hips a bit desperately, wanting more friction despite how good Jasper's hand felt. How easy it was to get drunk on liquor and pills and Jasper. Logan's head was full of nothing but joy and he wanted to ride high on the feeling for as long he could. "My dick," he murmured, since his brain seemed to know Jasper was teasing him but the drunk part of him wasn't sure Jasper really knew and needed to be told. "You could suck it for a bit," he suggested before kissing Jasper again, his hand reaching down to place it over the hand in his jeans to squeeze.