Hi hey hello! I'm Percival (Or Origins, depending who's asking). Finally deciding to do something with this blog lol. I plan to mostly be posting about my OCS!! (Primarily my deadrails OC Jasper/B and his "partner") If I end up posting any of my other oc's I'll updated this and make them their own kind of tag for my blog, but it'll mostly be Jasper as this blog is themed around that freak.
Jasper and Matthias lore summaries
AU summaries
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°. About Me .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°.
I mostly enjoy writing, so any art I do end up posting here will be rare. I'm transmasc (They/Them or He/Him pronouns) and am in a wonderful loving relationship with some guy. I post about him a bunch on my other Tumblr so he will be. Unmentioned here. I am an adult, and some of my writings can contain more adult content, but said writings WILL be tagged
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°.Fandoms/Interests.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°.
- Minecraft
- Stardew Valley
- Resident evil
- Vampires
- History
- Roblox games (Deadrails, Animal hospital, Demonology)
- Baldurs gate 3
- Visual novels (14 Days with you, Our Life: Beginnings and Always, Klein V0.1, The false sun, Doki Doki literature club, Binary Star Hero, etc.)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°. OCS Tags .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°.
- #/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗Jasper
- #/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗The Goobers (B and Matthias)
-#/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗just B (no hints of jasper, just B)
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ AUs
- #/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗Demon AU
- #/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗ Post apocalyptic A (The freaks)
- #/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗Post apocalypse B (The freaks but they're more queer)
- #/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗Modern AU
- #/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗Tomodachi Life: Living the dream
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°. Additional Tags .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°.
-#/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗Percy’s Reblogs (My reblogs)
-#/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗Para’s notes (Written by Matthias’ creator)
-#/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗WOOHOOING (Freaky writings)
-#/˗ˏˋ ☘︎ ˎˊ˗my writings (stuff I've written that's being reposted here)
Content Warnings: Roleplay, boys kissing, implied intimacy
(Origins’ works)
“Seven minutes in heaven?” The words were more of an amused huff than a proper question, and Jasper swallowed back the reflex to defend his scenario choice.
Pushed some of the hair out of his face, saliva pooling in his mouth as he became hyper aware that his mouth and tongue actually had to move if he wanted to speak. “Well- yeah. I figured it’s simple enough, ain’t it?” He rolled the sleeves of his flannel up as he spoke, trying to find something to do with his hands so he didn’t have to look at Matthias. He *knew* he was bad at the whole roleplay thing, he fucked up every scene he’d suggested. And still Matthias humored him. God, Jasper was lucky Matthias had the patience of a saint, because he was beyond embarrassed already.
Matthias’s hand gently wrapped around Jasper’s wrist, taking some of his focus visually even if Jasper didn’t wanna look right at him right now. “We can do that, hun. Sounds fun. I haven’t done that since college.”
- cutting to the closet screw this SCENE CHANGE LALLAlALALALALALALA-
Jasper couldn’t see much, his eyes still adjusting to the dark, but he didn’t mind that. There was something so intimate about it, about just barely making out Matthias’ features. The warmth of Matthias’ body just barely touching his own. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. The sound uncomfortably loud in the heavy silence of the shared space. “God- this is- I can’t do this-” He mumbled, already loosing his nerve. Blindly he reached out, attempting to find the door knob. His fingertips instead meeting warm skin.
“‘s only seven minutes, sweetheart. Can’t you last that long?” Matthias’ breath was warm against his ear. Jasper’s hand pushed forward, wrapping around what he figured was Matthias’ forearm. “ did you set a timer.?” he asked, shifting only for his nose to bump into Matthias’ cheek. He could’ve sworn the closet was pretty decently sized. Did Matthias really have to be this close?
(Para’s works)
Matthias slid his hands up Jasper's sides, the door knob digging into his back. He couldn't let the other man run away from this, not when he had the perfect chance. He didn't care if it was slightly painful, or if the other man wasn't looking at him. It was honestly better that way, more accurate.
With a soft chuckle he motioned outside. "I'm sure the guys did, hon." His tone was deeper, more slurred, mimicking a drunk tone. "Don't worry about that. They'll come get us." No one's coming to get them. Obviously. It was just them two and a speaker playing party ambience. How Jasper managed to find that is not something he's aware of, but it works.
It's sweet honestly, how badly he wants to do roleplaying, either because he knows Matthias loves it, or for his own enjoyment, yet can't complete one scene to save his life. He always ends up giggling and turning the scene into something ridiculous before Matthias drags him into a laughing kiss, or backs out at the last minute. As much as Matthias will try and urge Jasper into playing with him, he wont force him either, and Jasper isn't shoving him away like Matthias know he can or running to the back of the closet. Instead, he was just hesitantly groping around to find the knob, of which he wont find.
Leaning in with a hum, Matthias spoke once more: "C'mon, pretty. I won't make you, but I'd really like to." The words were similar, if not exact, to the ones he used back then, when he was known as Matt, when he was just a frat guy at a party with a pretty boy with raccoontails dye in his hair, and piercings he wondered the freshness of with how sensitive the boy seemed to be at every brush.
His hands slowly brush over the dips in Jasper's hips, his thumbs rubbing the small valleys in his skin. He wants to kiss the other man so damn badly. He was drunk the last time this happened, his lips and body had moved closer before his mind could stop it. Now though, he could control himself. He was no longer in college, barely experienced. He's in his damn thirties now. He could control himself.
Then why was he nipping up Jasper's neck, why was he pulling Jasper against himself. "I'm sure we've only got a few more minutes left. You can last that long in here with me. I'm not that bad, sweetheart." He was... taking some creative liberties with that one, but cut him some slack. He's pretty sure he didn't say much at all after the first few.
(Origins’ works)
Jasper’s breath hitched at the words, a familiar burn coiled in his gut as he blindly felt around. More often than not, his palm pressed against Matthias than any wall. The metal of his piercings bit slightly into his upper lip as he pressed his lips together. “You’re cruel” He mumbled, biting his lip at how shaky the words were. But who could blame him when all he was thinking about was Matthias’ hands on his hips and lips along the side of his throat.
But despite his complaints, Jasper made no move to stop him. Clumsily he felt for Matthias’ jaw, “Sweetheart,” Matthias started, momentarily muted by Jasper kissing the side of his lips. Jasper huffed in frustration, before Matthias’ lips were on his. His shoulder’s relaxed, and he leaned into Matthias. Their chests pressed together, one of Jasper’s legs partially slotted between Matthias’.
There was something especially intoxicating about the moment. Something so dizzying about how Matthias didn’t seem to stumble in the dark. A small whimper squeezed its way between Jasper’s lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His hands strayed to Matthias’ belt, biting on his lip as he looped one of his fingers through Matthias’ belt strap. Tugging him closer, despite there not exactly being much more room between the two. “fuck- i can,” He breathed, lips damp with the other man’s saliva. “can last longer- please don’t stop” His lips were still half against Matthias’ as he attempted to speak. Pleading for something Matthias had made no attempt at denying him.
Jasper wasn’t used to dragging things out. It wasn’t that he disliked making the pleasure lasting and slow building, he just wasn’t accustomed to it. He didn’t have the patience or the self control to keep himself from the instant gratification that came with cumming fast.
Sleeping with Matthias changed that. Sleeping with his boss had changed that. There was something so thrilling about that, about the fact Matthias was in charge of him. It sent a shiver down his spine and made him more hard than he’d like to admit.
Matthias was different than any other guy than Jasper had slept with. It was hard to place, the glint in his eye when he looked at Jasper. Like he knew something that Jasper didn’t.
Before him sex was quick and easy. Efficient. It wasn’t like that any more.
They’d been at it for hours. Matthias was on top of him, Jasper’s ankles practically level with the man’s shoulders. Every thrust of Matthias’ hips pushed another breathy nose from Jasper’s chest, each time hitting the spot inside him that made Jasper see stars. He felt so small beneath Matthias like this, his thighs boxed in by where Matthias’ legs were half folded into a spread kneel. His wrists held down over his head by one of Matthias’ hands. “Please-” the noise was punched out of him, a breathy whimper that Jasper hardly recognized. He didn’t even know what he was asking for anymore, his mind practically emptied and stuffed with cotton.
“Nono- c’mon, pretty thing, One more. You can cum one more time, yeah?” Matthias’ cooed, his voice warm and so inviting. Jasper nodded dumbly before another gasp was pushed out of him. His toes curled as Matthias took the gesture as an invitation to speed up, the wet plaps of his hips smacking against Jasper’s ass echoed in the hotel room. The previous loads of Matthias’ spend just making the wet slide that much easier.
Content warnings: Jerking it???, Adult video content referenced
PARA'S WORKS
Jasper bounced up and down, his thighs smacking Matthias’s with every drop. Mouth hanging open as mumbled “sirs” escaped his pretty, chapped lips alongside the sweetest whimpers Matthias ever did hear. The other man’s hands, calloused and rough, dug into his shoulders. “Sir…” Jasper muttered softly. “Sir..? Sir? Matthias??”
Matthias blinked back into awareness, Jasper on his laptop screen with a concerned brow raised. They had gotten on call to discuss their next meeting and had eventually gone silent to work on their schedules and plans for their meet up. Matthias, the man he is, couldn’t keep it in his pants for ten minutes and started daydreaming. “Sorry, Jasper… Lost track of my mind there a bit. You done figuring your schedule out?” Matthias asked, cursing himself in his mind and hoping that the fact he was hard as hell didn’t come through on Jasper’s side.
After the call had finally finished, Matthias closed the tab and his gaze immediately fell on Jasper’s videos. His alt was signed in of course. He had been commenting on Jasper’s videos with that account for months, occasionally asking the other man for specific toys or angles. He could hardly keep his dick down when Jasper popped up on his screen, but daydreaming while on call was new.
“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart. You’re making me crazy…” Matthias mumbles to the still frame of Jasper’s thumbnail as he clicks on it. Immediately, the soft breathy noises spill from Matthias’s speakers and his hand is already pulling himself out of his pants. Of course he’s already leaking. God damn the need he feels.
This video is one of Matthias’s favorites. Two camera angles. One from a laptop by his face and another is set up on a tripod on some kind of box at the end of Jasper’s bed. His ass is raised and back arched as he stretches himself with his fingers. Occasionally, his ass will make a little wiggle for camera or his hips will push back against his own fingers, and Matthias groans every time. It was one of Jasper’s first more professional videos. Where he started putting more effort into what he posted. A few months after Matthias and him started talking.
Matthias can’t keep his hand still. The fast, rough movements and squeezes create squelching noises that frustratingly drown out his computer. He leans forward in his chair, free arm coming up to rest against the desk as he raises the volume. When the first, quiet little “sir” echoes through the room, Matthias growls out a “Fuck…!” and spurts all over his hand.
Content warnings: Implied intimacy, Primal play reference? I suppose???, references to adult video content
Jasper shifted in the passenger seat of Matthias' car, still wrapped in the dirty comforter that he'd hastily grabbed to cover himself as Matthias rushed him out of the house. Dried bits of grass still stuck to the external side of the blanket, the low hum of some unfamiliar song quietly playing through the speakers of the man’s car.
Jasper wasn't even sure where he'd gotten the idea of recording something there from. Maybe it had been the spark in his heated gut that thrills typically caused, or just that being around Matthias made him brave. Either way, it resulted in him suggesting he film a video or two in the haunted house they'd been checking out and much to his surprise Matthias seemed on board. As on board as a list of rules on the matter meant. Content being cut short aside, Matthias had been clear that they weren't sticking around if things went to shit. And window quite literally falling out of the house and breaking seemed to be things going to shit enough for Matthias to rush Jasper out of the house.
And here they were. Driving back to their hotel room in silence. Jasper, and his video, left unfinished before the big climax. His skin still warm and buzzing from the thrill of it all. His gaze out the window as his mind lingered on the feeling of it. The house had been unsettling. Old and likely water damaged floorboards creaked underneath Jasper as he'd rolled his hips, chasing the right angle despite the was his heart had been racing from more than just pleasure.
God, it had been hot.
Jasper watched the woods they were passing, his cheek pressed against the cool glass of the window. The moonlight against the trees and fog in the air almost something directly out of a horror movie.
“One of these days I've you've gotta take me out to the woods and hunt me down.” He murmured, his breath slightly fogging the glass for a moment as he spoke.
Matthias didn't speak immediately, instead his reaction came from the way Jasper was jostled. The car swerved nearly off the road.
Content warnings: Implied intimacy, Religious References
Word Count: 1,506
(Para’s work)
With every press on Matthias' tender skin, quiet sighs escape him. He's a man with many vices, but this? This is a new one. His fingers press into each bruise, soft breaths escaping him as he looks into the mirror. Every bite, every indentation on his skin with purple and blue surrounding it, every dull throb caused shivers to travel up his spine. Finally, he steps away from the bathroom sink, hard as a rock, but with an imminent shower he's less concerned about it than he usually would be.
He doesn't bother putting on a shirt when he steps out of the bathroom, going to grab freshly dried clothes from off of Jasper's clothesline. They washed most of the dirty linens and clothes yesterday in a river a few miles south, and true to Matthias' nature, he got ridiculously aroused at the sight of Jasper in his breeches, soaked, and scrubbing at one of his stained shirts. That night he had convinced the other man to get drunk off his ass with him before fucking the man as hard as he could.
Now, outside in nothing but his pants, and pulling a few clothes off the line, he sees Jasper a bit farther ahead, taking the same quiet walk he does after every morning they wake up tangled together. When Jasper notices him, he waves. "No issues in the woods?" he asks before Jasper suddenly rushes over, a concerned expression on his face. "Woah there, cowboy. You good?"
"'Am I good?' What happened to you, Matthias?! Heavens above, did you get attacked while I was gone?!" Jasper shouted, brushing his hand along Matthias' bitten up shoulders.
"Attacked? Sweetheart, this was all you." Matthias chuckled, grabbing hold of Jasper's hand to stop him from continuing his soft touches. He was already hard, he didn't need Jasper making it worse with his warm, calloused hands.
When Jasper pointed at himself with a silent 'Me?', Matthias nodded with a grin. "Yes, sir, sweetheart. You're quite bitey when I'm shutting off your brain with my-"
"Ababehbehbeh! Shut your mouth! You damned heathen. I must have been possessed after you... drained my soul from my body! This must have been the work of the devil!" Jasper shouted at the top of his lungs like they weren't in the middle of infested woods, and Matthias started laughing before covering the other man's mouth to quiet him.
"It certainly wasn't the work of no devil, hon. Think more... heavy booze and liquid courage."
(Origins’ work)
Jasper had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from immediately shouting again, the volume of his own outburst enough to have him wincing. He brought his hands to Matthias’, pulling the wretched things away from himself. “It certainly was the work of some devilish influence. The lord’s punishments remain on this hell scorned earth, and still you make references to adultery with attempts to damn us further.” He hissed in a poor whisper, his narrowed eyes flickering back to the deep imprints of his canines in the mans jugular.
“Oh good lord, Did I really do that to ya?” He mumbled, reaching out to trace the marks again. Matthias took a measured breath, once more grabbing Jasper’s hand to keep him from further touching him. “Hun, It definitely looks worse than it is. Ain’t nothin’ worth worryin’ that pretty little head of yours about.” The words were soft, and Matthias’ grip was gentle. His mahogany hued eyes meeting Jasper’s for a moment before the younger man stepped back.
Matthias raised a brow at the action, but before he could ask further Jasper was already talking. “I can’t- We are navigatin’ along the gates of the damned and you’re focused on flattery and seduction!” He spat, louder than he had any right to be next to those woods. Matthias stepped forward again to try and shut him up, but Jasper followed suit and stepped away. His rough hand lightly swatting away Matthias’ own partially extended palm.
(Para’s work)
Matthias just sighs as the other man swats him away. Holding the clothes in his other hand, he stepped back. "Sweetheart, I'm not trying to make you upset, alright? Just trying to be light about it." He attempts to soothe the man with his hand raised in surrender. This interaction had definitely softened his previous erection, but... it also added to his frustration. He wanted the man. Always... badly. He wanted the man to be like him, need like him, feel as strongly as him. He's fine with the man's religion, his beliefs, but heaven's above, sometimes he wants the man to put it all aside for just a few moments and just let them have intimate moments.
Jasper sighed before crossing his arms, a frown tugging at his mouth. "You are... far to relaxed for the situation we've been left in. You can't blame me for addressin' your sinful nature and allure." He huffs with quiet frustration before turning to the clothesline and removing the remaining clothes and linens.
In response, Matthias let out another sigh, stepping back once more. "Well, hon... You're the one who indulges me and my nature." He rubs at his face with his empty hand before turning to head back inside, "And if you feel like indulging me again, I'm going to take a shower. Feel free to join me."
Stepping back inside, he shuts the door behind him and returns to the bathroom. Stripping himself free of his trousers and underwear. After slowly turning the shower handle to warm, he turns back to the mirror, looking at his bitten up shoulders, chest, throat. He even turns around and tries to look at the scratches on his back. He loves when Jasper loses control. When, for a few hours, Jasper is feeling as much as he does, needing like him, thinking not of the sinfulness, but of him. He stares at these reminders for a while before the steam from the shower finally begins dotting the mirror with moisture, then enters the shower.
He's half hard again, but he almost doesn't want it to go down. He wants that need to consume him again, wants the dull throb to keep tugging at his mind. He wants to feel the ache for a little longer. Maybe then he wont make Jasper devolve into the same kind of bastard that Matthias is.
(Origins’ work)
Jasper finished pulling the clothes from the line quicker than he wanted to. His intention, for all intensive purposes had been to ignore the seducer’s words. He brought the hamper back to his bedroom, folding their clothes with practised ease. Putting them back in the shared dresser had gone by quickly too, and Jasper soon found himself empty handed. He fidgeted with the cross around his neck, tapping his foot to no specific rhythm.
He took a deep breath, his eyes straying to the bathroom door. “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop” his conscious reminded him. But.. there wasn’t anything necessarily sinful about sharing a shower. Not as long as Jasper kept his hands to himself and his thoughts pure. And Jasper could do that! He could, his will was strong. Clearly not ironclad, but definitely strong.
He took a deep breath, before pushing open the wooden door. Immediately stepping into a heavy steam that made his clothes stick to his skin. If Matthias noticed his presence, he didn’t say anything about it. Jasper brought his hands up to his shirt buttons, ignoring the buzz beneath his skin that had him trembling. Holy thoughts, Jasper. Holy thoughts. He took another deep breath, and by the time he’d finished half of his shirt buttons he found himself humming an old tune. The lyrics of the hymn remaining unsung, pressed behind his lips as the melody remained in the humid air.
Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Almighty.
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.
Holy, holy, holy. Merciful and mighty.
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity.
By the time Jasper had stepped out of his jeans and boxers, his shoulders had relaxed. His mind filled with thoughts of his days growing up between fields and the lords home.
Then he stepped into the shower, and the notes died in his throat. His gaze on the practically raw lines in Matthias’ back. Foggy memories of his nails against skin with a hot knot of pleasure resurfaced in his mind, and he swallowed down the saliva pooling in his mouth. “Was that a hymn you were hummin, sweetheart?” Matthias asked, glancing over his shoulder at the man. Bubbles and diluted lines of shampoo streaking the hair between his hands.
“It was,” Jasper admitted, his voice quiet. Reverent in a way, though he wouldn’t admit it. Just like he wouldn’t admit he was staring. Or how he wouldn’t admit how he watched the sudsy water drip down Matthias’ back, following along the curves of his ass and thighs. No! He certainly wasn’t doing such things! “Let me get your back.” He mumbled, seemingly having lost both his voice and his sense of salvation.
Content warnings: Mature content, Drinking, Implied Intimacy, Blowjobs, Boys kissing, Religious Reference
Word Count: 3,157
(Origins’ work)
Jasper was great in bed, not to be too proud about it. Well, no actually. Jasper was a prideful man, he was proud of the fact. He was a fucking dream to sleep with. Even if his experience was limited to quickies in cramped horse stables or in a ladies’ carriage while her husband was nearby. He knew how to make every second count.
Women were supposed to be easier, more traditional. But Jasper didn’t like to sleep with women. Not for lack of trying, mind you. He’d slept with more women he could count, and not one of them seemed to have any complaints when he was tongue deep inside them. But.. that was it. He didn’t actually go beyond that. He couldn’t, really. At first, when he’d started sleeping with women, he assumed that maybe he was just bad at it. Maybe he just couldn’t get it up because premarital sex was a sin and some part of him cared still what the man upstairs had to say about his sex life! Or maybe he was just bad at sex! The Mormon people were known for many things, but being sexy was not one of them.
And then he met Joseph. Joseph was a few years older than him, and had looked the part to say the least. He was the kind of man that would make Jasper’s Mama faint, his shirt was always half undone and damp with sweat. He was hairy, goodness Jasper hoped he’d be able to at the least grow a beard like that some day, and his skin was tanned and leathered by the summer sun. The man resembled a tomato half the time; reddish brown hair, pinked skin from the blazing heat, and green eyes that Jasper’s own brown eyes couldn’t meet for long. He had taught Jasper how to properly ride a horse.
He’d told jokes at the campfire, and touched Jasper like they’d been friends for years. It started friendly, it was friendly. Hard claps on the back that made Jasper tense, then relax as he chuckled. His hands guiding Jasper’s back to where he ought to keep his posture in check on the horse so he wouldn’t cramp too badly later (even though he always did end up cramping bad after long horse rides). A hand on the muscle of Jasper’s thigh when they were the last ones up at the campfire.
Jasper remembers that time the most clearly. Joseph looked like whiskey in the campfire glow. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes slightly closed in a smile. Jasper remembered Joseph’s voice, low as to not wake the others, telling him he learned things quick. That it was a good skill, it’d take Jasper far. Jasper hadn’t thought much of Joseph touching his thigh when the older man’s hand was lower, a bit above his knee, but it had moved as Joseph continued talking. His hand, big and callused, moved up as he asked Jasper if he wanted to “learn some other good skills”.
It took Joseph’s hand stilling on his inner thigh, his knuckles ghosting the half hard bulge in Jasper’s pants, for Jasper to realize that his religion hadn’t been the thing preventing him from getting hard. It had been his company.
Jasper avoided sleeping with women after that. He found it more embarrassing once he realized why he couldn’t keep it up with them. He’d tried, really. Ladies just.. weren’t that appealing. They were pretty, kind and soft. Ladies wouldn’t force Jasper’s head down further as he gagged on it. Ladies wouldn’t manhandle him. But, they were nice every once in awhile. He liked knowing that he pleased them, women were very expressive. And loud. That was always reassuring.
That was what had brough Jasper to the bar, he’d been in the mood to unwind. To focus on some one outside himself. This bar usually had pretty little things, tourists that wouldn’t look too hard for him when he left before dawn. He needed some one to have some fun with that he wouldn’t think about much afterwards.
He’d planned on that someone to be a woman.
Instead, several drinks in he found himself being approached by a man around his age. The mans dark hair combed back, but a few pieces still artistically framed his face. His tie straight and tucked into his charcoal gray vest. The hand offering him a free drink was soft, uncalloused. A business man. Jasper knew his type. He talked a lot, about some big opportunity. How the money would leave Jasper set for life. Jasper hadn’t really been paying attention to what the guy had to say. The way the business man leaned into Jasper’s space to speak low like it was a secret had been much more enticing than whatever else he was offering.
The man was taking him to the hotel next door. He held onto one of Jasper’s fingers as he paid for the room. He was some kind of Holy man, Jasper remembered that much amidst the bargaining . Some kind of good Christly name his mama would’ve liked; like Samuel or Gabriel- “Matthias.” The dark haired man answered aloud as he unlocked the door.
Jasper smiled at that. “Matthias. The replacement for Judas.” He mumbled, glancing down at his hand. They were holding hands now. When had they started doing that?
“I didn’t realize you were religious.” Matthias’ voice was nice. Low, in a way that made Jasper want to keep close. He let Matthias pull him into the hotel room, watching as the man scanned the room. Jasper wasn’t sure what the man had been looking for, but he noticed the subtle tensing to Matthias jaw when the room didn’t meet his expectations.
(Para’s work)
Matthias, the sweet religious man he was, went through his own version of a rebellion. His first time was in a closet in his father’s home, with one of his little sister’s nannies when he was 17. Belle, a girl below him, both in status and position. It was quick, sweaty, and full of need, her pressed against a wall, panting and moaning against Matthias’s hand as he took her slowly. Belle told him how she felt the next day, how she had loved him, and yet… Matthias could only think about the off feeling that had settled within him since then, how unsatisfying everything was in that moment. He demanded his father hire a new nanny immediately after.
Years later, and the women around him knew him as one of the most charming men you’d ever lay eyes on, the kind who will leave after the best night of your life. Really though… he was desperate. He could get everything going just fine, and it felt well enough in the moment… Something was just off. Wrong situation, wrong build up, wrong position, wrong place, wrong person, wrong, wrong, wrong. What was wrong?
He turned back to his roots once. Prayed in the pews for an answer to why nothing ever felt right. He wondered if it was his punishment for sleeping around before marriage. He wondered if he was broken. Eventually, he started sleeping around just to see if one person could make him feel right. If one person could finally make him feel those wonderful feelings others described.
One day, he was frustrated, his plans were proving more difficult to actually get going than he’d thought they’d be, and now he was at this dumb party his father made him attend where the hottest man he ever did see was sitting nearby. He was getting worked up, and frustrated, and he couldn’t take it much longer. Hours later and he had dragged his newest pursuit into bed with him and was rough for the first time. After the woman saw the look in his eyes, she soothingly shushed him before dropping the straw that broke the camel’s back: “You can be mean for a while, darl’. I’m a strong girl.”
He pulled her hair, slapped her around, had his way with her. He was rough, not mean like the girl had asked, but not careful. He looked down at the hand prints on her body and the pit in his chest had soothed slightly. It wasn’t everything… but it was a piece of the puzzle.
Now, when he brought up that other man being the finest he’d ever seen, it was definitely before he saw this cowboy. Sitting at the bar, clearly not listening to a word he was saying even when his charming business voice came out. God, the man was a dirty masterpiece. He had originally approached because he looked down on his luck and was also the perfect solution to Matthias’s problem, but now he’s sitting beside him, leaning in just right with a whispered tone. It was like he couldn’t help himself when he brought Jasper back to that hotel. Like it was instinctual to grab the cowboy’s hand.
Now, they’re in a shabby room with two small beds—he requested a room with one large bed, not two small ones. He felt disappointed even when the request he made with the stout woman at the front desk wasn’t his mouth moving before he could speak. It was like his body was pushing him towards this man more and more. Fuck, his mind is mush with how bad he wants to grab Jasper.
(Origins’ work)
Jasper didn’t know when they started kissing. Clearly it was after he’d nudged the hotel room door shut, but besides that whoever initiated it was a blur. Maybe it was him. He could imagine it, he was drunk enough. And Matthias’ voice just kept having him lean closer, like if Jasper was close enough Matthias would share with him the secrets of the gold plates- and Jesus, Jasper needed to focus on the task at hand because there was currently someone else’s tongue in his mouth. The man tasted like vanilla and something sharp. Like alcohol. Or maybe the alcohol was still partially on Jasper’s tongue.
He pulled away to breath, leaning back against the dark sturdy wood of the door, and Matthias’ slightly puffy lips followed his like he was afraid to let this end. Jasper panted against Matthias for some sense of relief in his lungs, and Matthias’ eyes didn’t seem to leave his. Like he was making sure this was okay, that Jasper wanted this. “First time?” He breathed out, the words. Smile pulling at the corners of his lips, because he ain’t ever seen a man look at him like that. Like he was the stars and moon in the night sky.
“ ‘ve done it with women.” The man muttered, still focused on whatever he seemed to find so interesting about Jasper’s mug. Jasper nodded, taking a sharp breath because just panting didn’t seem to be helping him catch his breath. He grabbed Matthias’ belt, tugging him a bit closer before fumbling with his belt buckle. It was some fancy thing, but Jasper was used to belt buckles like that by now.
Matthias seemed to partially snap of of his haze, eyes finally following where Jasper’s hands had gone. “What are-” “Shhh, ‘ve almost got it, Sugar, I can take care of you.” The endearment slipped out naturally, Jasper was so used to calling people that. He heard the way it effected Matthias, the man gulping whatever saliva pooled in his mouth. Hell, Jasper could feel the way it effected him once he finally got Matthias’ pants unzipped.
“You- do this a lot?” He asked as Jasper pulled his hand away from where he’d been palming the man’s hard on. Jasper spat on his hand before pulling Matthias out of his briefs, careful to be gentler than he would’ve been with another rancher. This guy was delicate than he was used to, he didn’t want to scare him off by being too rough.
Matthias’ words processed a bit late, and Jasper couldn’t help but chuckle when he registered them. His hand leisurely working its way up and down Matthias’ cock, careful to focus on the action so he didn’t reflexively go faster than Mr. soft hands might be used to. “Mmm. I’m a cowboy. Most cowboys get up to this sorta thing.” His words were casual, and true. Jasper saw so many of the guys getting each other off at this point it was a bit hard to forget such things were taboo.
(Para’s work)
Matthias groaned at the touch, one hand had raised to press against the door behind Jasper to keep himself steady. “Can’t say that’s a shock… Must get pent up out there.” He muttered as Jasper stroked him. He about buckled when the cowboy’s thumb ran across his already leaking tip. “Fuck… You’re getting me pent up with just your hand.” He chuckled, unable to keep the small attempt at humor from escaping. It was the only way he could look at Jasper and keep the his expression not one of desperate need.
“I’ve been told my hands ain’t bad. Glad to feel the results first hand.” Jasper joked back before his hand quickened its pace. It wasn’t long until Matthias was groaning into Jasper’s shoulder as he pinned him to the door, his hips making small jerks. “Shit, sweetheart. Gonna have you choking on me if your damn good hand keeps working like that.” Matthias growled with a smirk as one hand came up to grab Jasper’s hair in a loose enough grip that Jasper could escape if he wanted. “You’re a big strong man, ain’t ya? Bet you could take a little rough housing.” He grinned.
(Origins’ work)
Jasper’s gaze shot up to the man’s face the moment Matthias grabbed a fistful of his hair. God, he wasn’t what Jasper expected at all. A moment or two passed and it took the raise of one of Matthias’ brows for him to realize he’d gone quiet. Jasper of all people did not go quiet. Ever. What was this guy doing to him? His throat bobbed as he swallowed, nodding clumsily. “Yeah- Yeah.” Jesus. What had he even said? Jasper’s cheeks flushed. His mind was absolutely blanking. Who the hell just said something like that? Sure, the other guys would make comments sometimes when he did them a quick favor but Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
He needed to get a hold of himself, lord. “I can.. y’know handle myself. Can handle getting roughed up.” Jasper stumbled over the words, and felt like an absolute idiot. He forced a sharp breath, eyes flickering back down to Matthias’ cock. He swallowed again. “You don’t mind if I..” He trailed off, shifting himself onto his knees rather than finishing his sentence.
He slowed his movements as he waited for some kind of response from the man now above him. His calloused hand slowly rubbing up and down Matthias’ dick, methodically stroking him from tip to base. His mouth so close to Matthias’ dripping need that he could feel the cowboy’s heated breath across his tip. “Mm. Go ahead. I don’t mind. Gonna show me how much you can handle?”
(Para’s work)
With those words Jasper nodded dumbly and licked a long stripe up Matthias’s cock before pressing a kiss to the tip. Matthias let out a growl at the slow pace. “Stop teasing me, sweetheart, or else I’ll take that rough throat myself.” Matthias wanted to go at Jasper’s pace but with the way the cowboy looked when his tone got sharper was too much to handle. When Jasper’s mouth finally wrapped around his tip, Matthias’s grip on the other man’s hair got rougher and he made tiny little thrusts into his mouth before stilling his hips again. “C’mon. Take me like I know you can.”
At that, Jasper let out a groan and started working his way down to the hair above Matthias’s length, dark and curly, and smelling like sweat and musk where his nose buried into it. He breathed it in for a few moments before he began moving again, faster. One hand came up to stabilize himself on Matthias’s hip and the other began palming himself. Every time he hollowed out his cheeks, every time his tongue swirled, every time he pulled back only to lick the vein on the underside of Matthias’s dick, he was met with a tighter grip in his hair, a small thrust, and a low groan.
Finally, Matthias had enough and shoved his girth into Jasper’s mouth himself. “Fuckin’ shit, Jas… Sorry, but I’mma need to use that mouth for bit. You’re too damn good at this. Smack me if you need me to stop, alrigh’? Hard as you need ta.” Those were the last words Jasper heard before his throat was being used like a cheap whore’s.
(Origins’ work)
Jasper definitely gagged the first few times, his eyes a bit teary as he tried to watch Matthias above him. The man’s head was tilted back, eyes shut and brows slightly creased as he used Jasper to chase his own high. Spit and precum was dripping down his chin, his cheeks wet from tears. Bruises likely forming where Matthias was ramming his cock into Jasper's throat. He felt like a mess. The feeling a familiar one, only he’d never been harder.
His free hand clutched the fabric of Matthias’ dress pants, his other hand palming himself on almost mindlessly. Just enough to feel good, but not enough to send him over the edge. His mind a bit hazy aside from just being used to make Matthias feel good.
He tried weakly to bob his head in time with Matthias' thrusts, but it wasn't much use with the grip Matthias' had in his hair. “That's it- That's it, sweetheart. ‘m so fucking close, you’re takin' me so well.” Jasper almost came there and then, the low groan of Matthias' voice as he praises Jasper admist using him like this was dizzying.
Then suddenly Matthias was pulling out of Jasper mouth, leaving him unexpectedly empty. Jasper's brows furrowed, only to relaxed as Matthias' gently tilted his chin up. Directly Jasper to look up at him as Matthias got himself off. “Keep that mouth open for me, alright?” His voice was rough, and Jasper wondered just how bad his own voice would sound after this.
An Only Fans account. An Only Fans account. How on earth did Matthias get to this point? He knew getting an under the table welder would have to be done through unsavory means, but he didn't realize it would be like this. He guesses that it's meant to be a laundering thing, some way to pay the welder for his work in a way that wont get flagged if anyone comes knocking; Unfortunately for Matthias, that guess gets thrown out the window when he actually sees the page. An attractive man in various states of undress in every thumbnail, videos posted on an irregular but frequent schedule, and there are even a few streams with view numbers in the low hundreds. This account is clearly not just a method to sneak in payments.
The process of getting an account and subscribing to the page was fairly easy, but now that he was met with the messaging screen? Pressing a few buttons and inputting his card number was nothing compared to the planning and deliberating that went into actually typing a message. How is he meant to do this professionally? He's reaching out for a welding job through this man's porn for god's sake! Typing, deleting, typing, deleting, typing, all with the thumbnails off to the side. No one can blame him for taking a while with the absurdity of the situation.
After much consideration, Matthias decided to keep it simple: "Hello. Are you a welder?" Short, to the point, professional, and it provides a base amount of context behind the message. Perfect.
Maybe. What if it isn't enough? What if Jasper, at least that's the name Charles gave him, thinks this is a scam or something? It is an odd message to receive. Matthias, being the charmer that he was when face to face with someone, didn't have the luxury of being able to use his charm and looks when reaching out like this. After a few moments of even more deliberation, Matthias sends one more clarifying message: "I received this contact information from Charles. He lacked a proper line of communication for you. I need a welder." There. That's better.
He can't help the way his eyes wander to the videos as he waits for a reply. Jasper is an unfairly attractive man. If Matthias wasn't trying to keep a professional relationship with this welder, and he wasn't in his public office, he probably would have enjoyed watching those videos. As Matthias focuses on one thumbnail in particular, there's a slight tug on something deep in his mind, a pull of familiarity, but it's so fuzzy and brief that he brushes it off. He's seen hundreds, if not thousands, of people. Of course he's seen some similar faces.
A ding from his computer drags his focus out of hazy memories and back to his monitor. "I can weld," reads the response from Jasper.
Thank the lord above.
When a second response gives Matthias a phone number, he scrambles to grab his phone from underneath scattered papers and files on his desk. That was so much faster than he expected it to be. Maybe this isn't an uncommon experience for Jasper. Hopefully this means Jasper is just as easy to work with over the phone. With a deep breath, Matthias clicks on the call button of the newly created contact, "Jasper - Welder", and waits.
'RING... RING... RIN- click'
"Hello?" Answers a mumbled voice. Matthias immediately switches on his professionally charming tone that he usually uses for calls like these. "Hello. Am I speaking to Jasper?"
Jasper’s head was a bit of a blur, the oh so familiar heat of booze in his face. Another’s bare chest warm against his cheek, his eyes half focused on the fond expression on the man’s face. His body still buzzing with pleasure, though the burn in his gut had long been sated by now. “You really confuse me, Sweetheart.” The voice was low. Safe in a way that gentle convinced Jasper’s mind that he didn’t need to keep watching him.
He hummed in acknowledgement against the once stranger’s skin, and the man continued talking. “Always pushing me away, but the moment you let loose you never let me go.” He murmured, his nails scratching pleasantly against Jasper’s scalp. Jasper hummed again in acknowledgement.
The air stayed still and quiet for a few moments, and Jasper realized the man was seeking some kind of answer. “ ‘aven’t believed innit for a long time. God never spoke to me, even when I did ‘is will,” His voice was muffled against Matthias’ skin. “but.. ‘s gotta be true ‘f all ‘f this is ‘appenin’. So.. ‘m not supposed to be with guys, cause ‘ts wrong. don’ matter what feels right ‘f ‘ts wrong in the lords eyes..” Jasper let out a huff, shifting to slide an arm underneath Matthias and hold him closer despite already half laying on him. “must be why ‘m stuck down ‘ere ‘n the firs place...”
Jaspers thighs trembled where they were wrapped around Matthias’ hips. His cheeks flushed and a bit damp from tears, his stomach sticky from previous spent from the past rounds. “Fuck-” His voice was that high whine that Matthias could only coax out of him after a few rounds, once he was past the point of much thought on anything beyond the pair in this moment. All that mattered was their bodies, hot and a bit sweaty with how long they’d been pressed against each other. Matthias would’ve said something witty, he had plenty of things he had wanted to say, but lost his train of thought as one of Jasper’s hands abandoned white knuckling the bedsheets in favor of holding Matthias’ hand. The intimacy of it distracting.
“Please- c’mon-” Jasper’s voice grew a bit steadier, not as whiny as it was moments ago. Matthias shifted his weight to his other arm so he could bring their intertwined hands to his mouth, pressing a brief kiss to the man’s knuckles. “It’s okay, Honey, let yourself go” He breathed, the heat of his words contrasting Jasper’s cold skin.
Jasper’s hand squirmed in Matthias’ grip. “Mask, c’mon, hurry up.” His brows creased, his face now turned towards Matthias’ instead of halfway pressed into the pillow. Matthias let out a bit of a huff at the man beneath him’s sudden impatience. “Sweetheart- I need a minute to get there-”
“Mask!!” Matthias found himself being shook around, his eyes opening only to be met with blinding sunlight. He shifted uncomfortably, his back sore from the hard wood floor and his pants uncomfortably tight. B’s back pressed to Matthias’ chest, the thing’s deadweight pressing down and making it hard to get a full breath. “Mask- c’mon ‘m hungry!!” Right. No Jasper.
Jasper wasn’t too surprised when he opened his onlyfans to get a notification of a new subscriber. It was one of about twenty, which was pretty much the same amount of notifications he got when he checked on his account. He wasn’t viral or some kind of celebrity by any means, but he did have a bit short of a thousand subscribers which was a nice weight in his wallet. Still, it wasn’t enough to quit day jobs. In his other tabs, a few job applications remained open. Night guard, security, sandwich artist, boring jobs that would cover the rest of the rent. He skimmed through the direct messages, mentally marking which were actually worth replying to later, when a new notification caught his attention. New, as in he’d gotten in five seconds ago. The account it came from was bland, about an hour old with no posts and no liked posts. They’d paid the minimum for a subscription, and everything about it screamed a bot or a scammer. But the message itself was what gave Jasper pause.
”Hello. Are you a welder?” The message was short, to the point, and immediately revealing that this person knew who Jasper was in some way. He opened the chat to respond, to shoot a question back, only to receive another. “I received this contact information from Charles. He lacked a proper line of communication for you. I need a welder.” Jasper felt his brows furrow. Fucking Charlie. That guy totally screwed him over and paid him short a few hundred bucks. He took a deep breath. “I can weld.” He sent back after a moment, hesitating before sending the guy the number of the burner he was using.
Within minutes his phone was buzzing. He answered it on the third ring. “Hello?” He mumbled into the receiver, shifting his laptop off his lap and back onto his bed. “Hello- Am I speaking to Jasper?” Jasper tensed.
Jesus, Charlie gave this guy Jaspers name? “You are. ‘n who am I speakin’ to?” He replied, leaning forward to click through his direct messages.
“Hello Jasper, I’m calling you to discuss commissioning you to weld a series of pieces for me.” Jasper nearly dropped his phone. Typing a quick “wht the fuvck C” to Charlie before sitting back up. No name, but that seemed intentional.
He shifted, taking a deep breath. “Uh- yea. I do- I take commissions. Did Charlie mention the situation with my certification?” He questioned, refreshing his browser because he needed to know who the hell Charlie was handing out his information to.
The man on the other end of the line didn’t immediately respond, and for a moment Jasper was worried Charlie hadn’t mentioned that Jasper was in no means an official certificate. Faintly Jasper heard the click of a mouse. “Charles did. It isn’t an issue. Where are you located, Jasper? I’d prefer to discuss this commission in person.”
In person?? What had Charlie signed him up for what the fuck. “Sir- That’s rather forward- And I ain’t exactly in much of a position for travel.” Jasper tried not to huff the words into the phone, the receiver far too sensitive.
“I’d fly to a more central city near you, Jasper,” The man stated. Jasper could hear him typing something in the background. Jesus, this felt shady. But it wasn’t exactly the first time Jasper would be doing under the table work. “As well as covering dinner, and whatever consultation fee you require.”
“’m in Utah.” He answered, glancing at his car keys. He wasn’t, but the drive to Salt Lake City was easier than the drive to Denver.
Jasper listened as the man typed it into his computer. “Does this Sunday work for you?” Jasper found it funny. Back in Utah, and he’d be spending his Sunday with a man who messaged him on only fans of all things. “Yeah- Sunday’s fine but-”
“I’ll text you the reservation details.” The man interrupted, before hanging up. Jasper bit back a groan. Just his luck. Some vague ass dude that knows Charlie of all people wants his services.
