That actually felt possible at the moment, and Jasper let out a soft chuckle. “Just ‘cause you said please,” he mumbled, working on forcing his body to work again. He kissed the side of Jules’s neck, where his thumb had been pressed a few minutes before, then pushed himself off to one side. Every limb felt like it weighed a ton, and he was suddenly starving. His gaze drifted upward over Jules’s chest to her face, and Jasper quirked a faint smile. “You hungry? Want some pizza rolls?” It was a far cry from most of the things hovering around in his brain that he really wanted to say, but those were never coming out, so he might as well offer food.
Jules exhaled softly when Jasper slipped off of her, and she reached down to unbunch her skirt from around her waist, smoothing it back down over her thighs as best she could. His offer of pizza rolls brought a quick grin to her face. Post-coital pizza rolls. When was the last time she even ate pizza rolls? "Um, sure," she said, pushing up on her elbows. The offer was kind of weird, only because she wasn't used to them 'hanging out' much after sex. At her party, Jasper had fallen asleep almost immediately after, and he'd left early in the morning the next day. Sleeping was a lot different than eating food together when their main purpose for hanging out was over. "Can I use your bathroom?" Jules had learned that no condom meant stuff tended to come back out and she didn't want to be leaking come all over if they were going to eat. Gross.
Jasper wasn’t thinking much about what they usually did, only that he was high and hungry, and Jules probably was too. They’d had a great fuck, and this was more his home now than anywhere else, so sitting around and eating pizza rolls and maybe watching something stupid on TV sounded perfect. Even though he didn’t really want to move, Jasper sat up and climbed off the bed. “‘Course, it’s the first door on your left when you walk out,” he said, making a vague gesture toward his bedroom door. Jasper padded over to the dresser to pull a drawer open, then glanced around at Jules with a cocked eyebrow. “You want some comfier clothes?” He started pulling out two pairs of clean boxers and a t-shirt before she even said yes, sure she didn’t want to hang around in her cheer uniform.
Jules hadn't really considered changing. She could exactly drive home in Jasper's clothes, and how long did she expect to hang around now? Jules sat up and scooted over to the edge of the bed, noting her sports bra and shirt on the floor. She supposed she could always just change back into her uniform when she was leaving, whenever that would be. "Sure," she said finally, standing and walking over to take the offered clothes from Jasper. Jules arched a blonde brow as she turned to leave. "Your dad won't be home for awhile, right?" God, she so didn't need his dad walking in while she was in Jasper's clothes eating pizza rolls. Not that his dad would even know who she was, but still.
He was thinking of Jules’s comfort, but also kind of how cute she was going to look in his clothes, casual as they were. Maybe that was too much of a boyfriend type thought for him to be having, but it was there anyway. “Nah, bar closes at 2, he won’t be home ‘til late,” Jasper answered, tossing a glance toward the big digital clock on the nightstand. They had a few hours at least. Not that he expected Jules to stay for that long. But he could still feed her before she headed home. He plucked a dirty shirt up off the top of the pile in the hamper to wipe his dick off with, then stepped into the clean boxers. While Jules was in the bathroom he would check on the dogs too, make sure they were doing okay.