“attitude”
warnings — nick having attitude, jasper a brat tamer fr, smut, like rough sex, gay sex, so sexy, angst kinda?, fluff at the end, that’s it.
a/n — how me and him would be if we were tg tbh
Nick had been testing him all day.
Snapping back with sharp little remarks, rolling his eyes, acting like he didn’t care — like he couldn’t be touched. Pacing around the apartment with that clipped tone, brushing Jasper off when he tried to check in, that subtle smirk on his face like he was waiting for Jasper to break.
And maybe he was.
Because by the time Nick muttered, “What, gonna pout again?” — Jasper didn’t answer.
He didn’t say a word.
He just crossed the room, grabbed Nick’s wrist, and manhandled him toward the bedroom so fast the smirk dropped right off his face.
“Jasper—” Nick started, breath catching.
“Nope,” Jasper growled. “You wanna act like that? Fine. I’ll give you something to be smart about.”
Before Nick could get another word out, Jasper had him face down on the mattress, shirt pushed up, pants yanked halfway down — leaving him exposed, caught in that sharp mix of anticipation and regret.
Nick squirmed, looking back over his shoulder. “You’re mad.”
“I’m done with the backtalk,” Jasper muttered, kneeling behind him, one firm hand planted on his lower back to keep him still. “You think I won’t handle it when you push me?”
Nick swallowed hard, voice wobbling now. “…I didn’t mean—”
“Too late for that.” Jasper leaned down, breath hot against Nick’s ear. “You wanted my attention. Now you have all of it.”
Nick shivered beneath him, suddenly quiet.
Jasper dragged his fingers slowly down Nick’s spine, tracing the line from his shoulders to the waistband of his boxers. “Face down,” he said, low and commanding. “Ass up. Don’t move unless I tell you.”
Nick’s breath stuttered, hips arching up ever so slightly.
Jasper smirked. “That’s more like it.”
He settled behind him, fingers digging into Nick’s waist, not to hurt — just enough to remind him who was in charge now. His voice stayed low, firm, in control.
“Every time you open that mouth to sass me, I’ll make you beg twice as long to come. You understand me?”
Nick whimpered. “Yes.”
“Say it louder.”
“Yes, sir.”
“There he is,” Jasper murmured, dragging his palm down the curve of Nick’s back. “Now be good for me.”
Nick was trembling now.
Not from fear — from tension. From that exact dizzying mix Jasper knew he craved. That place where he didn’t have to think, only feel.
Jasper leaned over him, dragging his lips down the nape of Nick’s neck, not kissing — just hovering. Breathing. Letting Nick feel the weight of his presence.
“You always talk big,” Jasper whispered, voice like gravel and heat, “but the second I put you where you belong, you go all soft on me.”
Nick’s hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white. “Jasper…”
“Mmm. Not so cocky now, are you?” Jasper slid a hand beneath him, just enough pressure to make Nick gasp and arch. “All that attitude just to get me here.”
Nick let out a sound between a whimper and a plea.
Jasper grabbed his wrists, pulled them behind his back gently but firmly, holding them there with one hand. His other hand was slow, deliberate — tracing circles along the back of Nick’s thigh, his hip, the curve of his waist. Never giving him what he needed. Just showing him who was in charge.
“You want me to ruin you, baby?” he murmured, lips brushing Nick’s ear. “You want me to take it from you?” He paused for a second “want me to take that attitude away..hm?”
Nick nodded quickly. “Please.”
Jasper growled, deep and low, biting softly into Nick’s shoulder. “Then stop moving.”
He shifted his hips forward, grinding against him through the thin layers left between them — not enough to satisfy, just enough to drive Nick insane.
Nick was squirming now, moaning softly, practically begging under his breath.
Jasper chuckled. “That’s right. You’ll take what I give you. And when I’m done, you’ll be so spent you won’t even remember why you had an attitude in the first place.”
Nick gasped, barely coherent now.
Jasper tightened his hold on Nick’s wrists, voice dark and low.
“Be still, pretty thing. We’re not even close to done.”
Nick flinched slightly when he felt Jasper’s fingers curl around the waistband of his boxers.
“Still mouthing off now?” Jasper murmured low, lips brushing the shell of Nick’s ear as he leaned forward.
Nick’s breath caught, face buried in the mattress. “No…”
“Didn’t think so.”
Slowly, deliberately, Jasper tugged the fabric down, baring Nick inch by inch — not fast, not rough. Just slow enough to make him feel every moment of it. Nick’s breath came faster, thighs tense, his whole body taut with anticipation.
The cool air hit his skin and he let out a soft, helpless sound.
Jasper smoothed a hand over the newly exposed skin, steady and firm, voice dark and quiet. “Look at you now. Not so tough when I’ve got you like this.”
In one swift motion, Jasper yanked his sweats and boxers down, his length springing free and slapping against his lower stomach with a sharp, heated sound.
He reached over, grabbed the bottle of lube, and poured some into his palm — the cool slickness Jasper slightly hissed as he spread it over his length, then down to nicks ass, pressing it gently against his clenching hole.
Jasper’s tip pressed right against Nick’s entrance, teasing and barely there — just enough to make the boy beneath him squirm. Nick let out a soft, desperate whine into the pillow, and Jasper leaned down, voice low and rough.
“You think you deserve it, huh?”
Before Nick could even beg, Jasper thrust in all at once — burying himself to the hilt. The words caught in Nick’s throat, replaced by a strangled moan as his back arched and his fingers twisted in the sheets.
Jasper didn’t give Nick a second to adjust — he set a brutal pace from the start, snapping his hips forward with force. Each thrust slammed into him, driving Nick forward on the mattress with every harsh collision of skin, the sound obscene, relentless, and leaving him gasping.
Jasper’s grip tightened on Nick’s hips, fingers digging in just enough to leave a reminder. His voice came rough, breathless against the back of Nick’s neck
“Still got that smart mouth now, baby?”
Nick tried — he really did — but all that came out was a breathy, broken sound. He opened his mouth, one hand fumbling for the pillow like it might anchor him.
“I—”
“Yeah?” Jasper snapped his hips forward again, sharp and precise. “Didn’t think so.”
Nick let out a whine, face buried in the sheets, his voice cracking as he managed, “Y-you’re s-such a—”
Jasper cut him off with another deep thrust, forcing the rest of the sentence to dissolve into a moan.
“Finish that,” Jasper growled, dragging his nails down Nick’s side. “Go on. Call me something else. I dare you.”
Nick was trembling now, legs weak, voice barely a whisper.
“Didn’t mean it…”
Jasper leaned down, lips brushing over his spine, tone rough but full of lust.
“No, you did. And now you’re taking it like you were made for this.”
Nick was barely holding on.
Every thrust knocked the air from his lungs, every rough drag of Jasper’s hips pushing him deeper into the sheets, unraveling him. His arms had given out long ago, forehead pressed to the mattress, mouth parted and gasping.
And Jasper didn’t let up.
“Gonna come like this?” he rasped, voice dark with possession. “Face down, all used up, not even talking anymore?”
Nick whimpered, his only answer.
Jasper’s pace faltered just for a second — just enough to press in deeper, his hand sliding up Nick’s back, grounding him. “You feel what you do to me, baby? How tight you are, how good?”
Nick cried out at that, hips trembling beneath the weight of Jasper’s thrusts.
“Touch yourself,” Jasper ordered, low and close to his ear now. “Come for me.”
Nick reached down with a shaking hand, and it only took a few strokes. His body tensed, legs curling in as his release overtook him — choking on a moan, his mind blurring out into white noise and heat.
The moment Nick clenched around him, Jasper broke.
His hands gripped tighter, breath hitching into a growl as he buried himself deep one final time, stuttering through the waves that hit him. His entire body shuddered, pressing flush against Nick’s back, like he had to stay there — like leaving him now wasn’t an option.
They were both gasping, sweaty and tangled and silent except for the sound of their breathing and the faint creak of the mattress underneath.
After a beat, Jasper reached up, brushing the hair from Nick’s face and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his spine.
“You okay?” he whispered.
Nick, still catching his breath, nodded against the sheets.
“Mhm. I’m… I’m good. You ruined me.”
Jasper smiled.
“Yeah. But you asked for it.”
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