— take a trip into my garden i've got so much to show ya, the fountains and the waters are begging just to know ya and it's true, baby i've been saving this for you, baby. i guess it's something like a fun fair, put gas into the motor and, boy, i'll meet you right there. we'll ride the rollercoaster 'cause it's true, baby i've been saving this for you, baby. i need you to tell me right before it goes down, PROMISE me you'll hold my hand if i get scared now, might tell you to take a second, baby, slow it down, you should know i, you should know i i bloom just for you, yeah, i bloom, i bloom just for you, i bloom just for you. come on, baby, play me like a love song every time it comes on, i get this sweet desire now it's the [ P E R F E C T ] season yeah, let's go for it this time we're dancing with the trees and i've waited my whole life it's true, baby i've been saving this for you, baby i need you to tell me right b e fo r e it goes down promise me you'll hold my hand if i get scared now, might tell you to take a second, baby, slow it down you SHOULD know i, you should know i, BLOOM just for you.
Nic’s lips on his neck made Jasper’s toes curl, the feeling of tongue and teeth and delicious suction enough to drag a soft moan out of his throat. He couldn’t see the bruise, of course, but he could feel it when Nic finally pulled away, damp and throbbing. The lingering ache was a perfect complement to the smell of Nic. “You put on perfume for me?” he echoed, a breathless little laugh leaving his lips to ghost across Nic’s skin. He licked a wide stripe across the side of his neck, laughing again at the bitter taste of its remnants. “Tastes awful. Smells good, though.” His fingers had started tracing idle patters on the bare skin of Nic’s chest and back, content just to feel him beneath his fingertips. “I like how you dress,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “But no, dressing like you was definitely not why I took them.” Several more hits and Jasper was floating on a cloud, and he went easily when Nic maneuvered him across his lap, a knee digging into the pillows on either side. He wished suddenly he wasn’t wearing his jeans, yet even through the thick denim the heat of Nic’s hand was like fire, leaving a tingling trail behind, and goose bumps when he met bare skin. This closeness–the intimacy–was so poignant as to approach the limits of becoming tangible, as if he could almost taste it. “I knew you’d like it,” Jasper said with what might have been an impish smile had he not been high out of his mind–instead it just looked loose and far too pleased, particularly juxtaposed against his half-lidded eyes. He half-turned his face into Nic’s palm, nuzzling into its warmth. “You like when I dress like a girl.” He didn’t do it often, but there were days where Jasper had the arbitrary desire to play up his natural femininity, and it had never escaped his notice the way it drove Nic wild. And even beyond how much it turned him on, something about it was very freeing for him as well. He shivered as Nic’s lips met his jaw and his fingers crept into his hair, and though the tug was only a hint of pressure, it still made his belly clench with arousal. “What other places were you thinking?” he said softly, turning his head to bury his face back in the juncture of Nic’s shoulder and neck, hands sliding down his chest to drag through the trail of hair below his navel. “It looks really good all over your neck. Might look good down here too, though.”
nic was always marking his territory over jasper’s pale skin without asking for permission in order to make sure that whoever came next were aware of the fact that they weren’t the only ones, in fact, that they came second. nic was first and he wanted to be first. he wanted jasper to think of him as his main person. the one he’d be thinking about when someone else didn’t do it right, the one he’d come to for a better treatment. his smirk grew slowly and smugly as the blond’s tongue ran across his skin. as sexual as they usually were, right now it felt more playful than anything, more intimate than before. turning his head to the side just enough, nic allowed their lips to meet for a longer peck, a reassuring kiss that lasted more it should have and made nic feel fluttery for some reason he was unsure of. “you’re not supposed to lick perfume, babe.” his words were soft, joined by a tone that was just one level above a whisper, his lips stealing another kiss swiftly when his hand rested over jasper’s artistic fingers without a purpose other than wanting to hold his hand. jasper knew him well by now. knew his taste, his likings. the charming attitude he had on right now was annoying but nic thought he earned those bragging rights. the weed had taken away every fighting bone from his body. “i like you any way,” had he not been on a cloud nine, higher than a skyscraper, those words would never leave his mouth – the admission enough to even shake himself off from his jasper spell, taking him away from his heart eyes momentarily, though the distraction of having his skinny figure over his tights enough to bring him back in so quickly. his nose ran lightly through the skin of his cheek as his lips kissed him. something about this moment more effective on his high than weed ever could. he wished they were like this forever, but that was unrealistic. “i’m sure you can imagine what other places i’m thinking about, considering how thick this lipstick makes your lips look.” he spoke smoothly, his voice deep as ever as his own hands found a resting spot by his tiny hips, the feeling of jasper’s wandering hands earning a breathless chuckle out of him – his natural sexiness always making him feel like he was out of breath. “maybe you should show me.”
