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@httpjon-blog
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Kasper: I figured you must be missing me.
Kasper: So hi.
Jon: I thought i told u not to text me man
Jon: Come on van der wal, wer is the respect?
āSo Iāve been told. Like going down on someone type of head, thought we were on the same channel about this one.ā
āI wanted to be sure, but Iām glad we are; besides your licking a pussy is different from mine. So whatever to that cat anyway?ā
āYouāre not getting drugged. Promise.ā Jane haphazardly stuck a pinkie towards his general direction, another hand reaching to toss a gummy towards her mouth. āHigh school is one of the best times of your life.ā Its stated in ill, a rehearsed and retired tone that she had been told time and time again by many; parents included.
āIām slightly disappointed, drugs would be great fun.ā Efficient, stumbling thought his words, none of the three p.m. etiquette he was taught when he was child, Jon, mouth open in mid-chew, coughed from a bitter bite and did not bother to excuse himself, merely wiped his lips with the back of his hand.Ā āThe best time of my life was the year I went to Mexico after getting dismissed from the academe.ā He moved to the red bears, playing enslaver and biting heads off first.Ā āYou used Smirnoff on these?ā
āIf I hear one more Il Volo song Iām gonna fly into the sun and explode. Iāve heard enough to last me a lifetime.ā
āIs that different from Il Divo? Because Il Divo is the one my grandfather keeps on listening to. Damn, I can sing Memory by Barbra Streisand in Italian now.ā Ā
āNot actual gummy bears.ā Jane took a hesitant moment to avert her gaze towards them. āSoaked in vodka.ā Her tone hitched upward at the last word, as if there had been a natural predisposition to perceive vodka as the only meaningful thing to her. The rest of her voice remained monotone. āWant some?ā
Though brows perched in confusion and ill humour, Jon took a handful and ate them -- the green ones always first. āHavenāt had these since high school.ā
ā fun factā my grandma has bought me this exact same sweater three years in a row. so far, she keeps getting me smaller and smaller sizes. itās the thought that counts, right?Ā ā
āYeah, that sounds like youāre not the favorite to me.ā
SNAPCHAT ⤠OPEN
juls: well santa winter has been kind to you this year ;) juls: iām not even sorry
Jon: kids keep giving out protein shakes instead of milk Jon:Ā hope u got ur present for being naughty ;)
*ļ¾ā ā¾ļ½” snapchat ( open ; )
fiónn: guess how long it took fiónn: for my mum to take this
Jon: Guess how long it took ur mom to take dis Jon: #oops #shhh
@hailsaintjon: RT @ajrhodes "it's Christmas and i feel like giving, so for every nude i receive, i'm going to donate a thousand dollars to wwf. help the pandas"
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juls: so close to christmas!
Jon: My nameās santaĀ Jon: So uāve been naughty huh?
ā"i dunno what it is about seeinā frosty the snowman in peopleās yards, but christmas decorations and all that shit makes me wanna cry-in a good way. is it too third grade of me to still be excited about christmas?
āPine trees and perverted uncles make you cry too? Iām kidding, but that shitās crazy, babe. Maybe I should have dressed as Santa for the occasion.āĀ
āNot the kind of head I was talking about, but Iāll take it. Thanks. I guess youāre not that bad either.ā
āOh, compliments! You know how to make a guy blush, Josi! Ā Wait, hold up, what kind of head are you talking about?ā
Texts: yael beiber
Yael: bitch i watched prison break like every decent human being shut up
Yael: i prefer Audrey's hbu?
Yael: i'm good
Yael: Pablo stop x3
Jon: Decent is srsly not a word i would associate w/ u
Jon: Is dat a reference to cannibalism??? Eww man if u like her so much then just take her
Jon: Pablo yES
@salutmatty: @hailsaintjon no i need that for stuff
@hailsaintjon: yeah u need dat for more axe u smell
The silence struck him as strange. For all the time heād know Jon it was easy to pull a reaction. Especially if it was a simple string of cure words. So not hearing a peep had the usual cock and confident blonde shifting a bit in his seat. However, not one to ever show discomfort, Kasper leaned back, allowing the slightly weird moment to continue. If anything itād make for a good story. Stories were meant to be collected, and his book, always growing, had sorely been in need of something interesting. New. Jon always offered the former, even if it wasnāt what he wanted. Which was the same thing heād craved for years. The man himself. It was the sort of attention no one, meaning no one, had gotten from the blonde in his life. Attraction was fleeting, add in rejection and it was a recipe for an unrelenting craving.Ā
Half aware of where they were, the trees a reminder of the fun heād gotten up to with a set of hockey players his freshman year, Kasper turned to make a comment. One of his usual bitchy, yet slightly amusing zingers. Or so he had been. He didnāt have a chance to say a word as the hand rested on his arm, the hairs raising up at the touch and before he knew it.. They were kissing, and then they werenāt. Flabbergasted and turned on, Kasper took a sharp breath, his own usually smug face a deeper shade of red. Licking his lips he kept quiet until he was leaned to draw the space closed between them.Ā āYouāre better than that.ā He husked, running his fingers through the dark locks, snaking his fingers around in order to tug him forward as their lips met for a slower, hungrier kiss. Kissing had always been a touchy spot. Some guys were great at it, others made it look like the hardest concept in the world to grasp. No surprise Kasper was the former, making it all too easy to lose himself in those unfamiliar, yet tasteful set of lips. With a flick of his tongue, he traced over Jonās lower lip before he pulled back slowly. There didnāt need to be a grand talk or teasing, not then at least. Kasper knew the stakes. One wrong move and Jon would flee.Ā
The stillness of the quiet was real; almost too real as Jon heard the life in the forest: the birds that did not migrate south, the subtle brushing of branches. In the many times he had been to the campus forest, never had ever paid mind to these things. Observant was not a word to be associated him, but as he sat there, heart heavy and head light, the press of Kasperās lips still lingering on his own. The windows rolled automatically as he pressed the driverās panel; his mind racing and chanting, singing with the words -- breathe, breathe, breathe.Ā But his chest heaved heavily to the rush of his heartbeat, feeling as if he had run for the first time in a very long time, and when Kasper spoke, he didnāt know it calmed him. In fact, a soft chuckle escaped from as he battled on the thought of leaning towards the hand that cupped his head, until he had no chance to think of it at all.Ā
Under an orange tree in Florida, that was his first kiss. It was a Sunday, and the girl had the reddest hair and the most freckles. Sometimes, if lights would permit it, he would imagine that very same girl in place of other people he had kissed; he would imagine - child-like - what it must feel like to not rush into a kiss and have his lips crushed in childish excitement. Tonight, head lights still on and passing through columns of wintered-trees, she was not in his mind at all. No, because when his found Kasperās again, it was Kasperās voice in his head; because when his tongue grazed subtly with Kasperās, it was Kasperās hair that tickled his cheek. From every lick and lock, halts that would build up more the want to start again, the question of why hasnāt he done this before grew louder and louder in his head; and when Kasper pulled back it was now his palm reaching and cupping the blondeās jaw -- soft as he had always been, hungry as he had always been. And words kept ringing -- youāre better than that, youāre better than thatĀ -- and yes, he was.Ā
Ex-lovers had praised him for his intimate ways, but now it was as if he was learning again -- under an orange tree in Florida, Sunday afternoon sun burning the back of his neck -- and touching the lines of Kasperās jaw, biting soft his lips and waiting to taste sweet him like crushed strawberries and Sunday mass sin. And he panted just when his tongue was starting to lick the of Kasperās, to ask in a quiet whisper, āCan I?āElementaryĀ hesitation and adult shyness on his cheeks and lidded eyes before a hand traveled from the base of Kasperās skull to the flesh of his ass, before a hand traveled from Kasperās jaw to trail a warm palm over his side to the pronounced bone on his hip.Ā āCan I?ā he asked again in a whisper, head dropping low to pelt kisses on Kasperās neck, biting softly in small, quick desires; fingers dancing by exposed skin between jeans and shirt, shifting in his seat and stretching his legs to let the growing throb in his pants settle.Ā āKasper,ā he breathed now, a ghost by the sound of the engine humming before he bit by Kasperās nape and pulled him closer by the belt loops of his jeans.
Outside, a woodpecker pecked on the aged Oak, doing what it was meant to do, then.Ā