Jamie Blythe

Caspar wiggled closer. “Mm, you do get to keep me. You get to keep me even more if you keep kissing my neck.” He tilted his head in hopes of persuading him, but just ended up collapsing into Jamie in a fit of giggles when his sides were poked. Caspar was ridiculously ticklish. It was his biggest weakness, he reckoned, and one only Jamie was permitted to take advantage of. Caspar grabbed Jamie’s hands again and just placed them on his butt with that big smile Jamie loved so much. “Touch the butt. The butt isn’t ticklish.” He wrapped his arms loosely around Jamie’s shoulders and grinned.

A wiggle of his eyebrows came when Jamie sprouted out all those lines of sarcasm. Caspar didn’t care if he meant it or not. He’d still said it and, in all honesty, any excuse to suck Jamie off was one Caspar would take quite happily. Some might say that Caspar wasn’t so much of a slut anymore, but he knew that wasn’t true. He was just a slut for Jamie and Jamie alone now, and fuck if that wasn’t hundreds of times better than anything he’d done in the past. “If you were really living up to your memeish ways, I would’ve just gotten a ‘Brats? In this house? It’s more likely than you think.’ A real missed opportunity there.” Caspar leaned up on his toes and kissed Jamie’s nose. “I love you, too. More than anything. Now c’mon. You need to stop stinking like guys changing rooms in high school and I need a dick in my mouth stat.”

A few hours later, the two of them were wet and panting on the bed, not quite caring that they’d jumped from the shower to the massive bed they now shared together. Jamie had a big grin on his lips and an arm wrapped around the blonde that was pressed up against him. “Baby, holy shit... I didn’t know you could do that with your mouth,” he mused, turning to look over to the other. He chuckled softly and kissed Caspar’s forehead, then his lips softly. “I love you so fucking much,” he murmured. His free hand came over to push Caspar’s damp curls away from his face. “We’re gonna have to change these sheets and the bedspread before we sleep, and I’m gonna help you dry your hair, promise. But I just wanna lay here for a few minutes.” Jamie couldn’t wait for the rest of their lives to begin. Every day, he could see himself popping the question more vividly in his head, but it wasn’t the right time yet. He bit his lower lip, wondering what past him would say if he could rip a portal open to let him know that he and the boy in the elevator would be here like this.

“Hey! I’m not a brat!” Caspar protested, pouting up at Jamie with those big, blue eyes. “I’m like the sweetest, most agreeable guy on this planet. Never in my whole entire life have I ever acted even the slightest bit bratty. I’m reasonable like a hundred and ten per cent of the time.” He nodded solemnly. You’d almost think he actually believed what he was saying, if not for the twinkle in his eyes. “You are my soulmate, though. Even if you very mistakenly believe that I’m a brat. Maybe you’re the brat and you’re just projecting.” Caspar shrugged. He did his very best not to grin. 

“Pancakes ain’t the worst thing I could be dreamin’ about,” Caspar murmured. He clung onto Jamie as he was lifted up onto the counter, legs wrapping around his waist to draw him closer. A warm shiver ran down Caspar’s spine. Jamie’s hands on his body were intoxicating. He slipped his hands under his boyfriend’s shirt and let them explore the familiar expanse of skin and muscle, fingers running over an impressive number of abs considering Jamie had eaten exactly nine and a half jam doughnuts the night before. 

Caspar had always thought that he’d get bored of having only one person to fuck for the rest of his life. That had been before he met Jamie.

“Why limit yourself to surfaces? Fuck me over the balcony. And in the garden. We don’t need to be friends with our neighbours anyway,” Caspar murmured, tilting his neck in response to the kisses being pressed there. “You smell like shit. I don’t really care. Pretty sure at one point I couldn’t get it up for anyone who didn’t smell like they’d been sweating their way through fourteen different bars that evening. Read into that what you will.” 

He slid down from the counter and pushed Jamie back a few steps. Caspar’s hand reached to gently brush the hair at the nape of Jamie’s neck, lips all pink and pouty as he peered up at Jamie through his long lashes. “I’ll suck you off in the shower if you say I’m not a brat.”

“You’re such a brat. You’re my brat, and I love you,” Jamie said, pulling Caspar closer and kissing his cheek. Jamie knew Caspar better than anyone else, he felt, and he was totally a little brat. Not even those beautiful, big baby blues could sway him to believe otherwise.

Jamie smiled and bit his lower lip when Caspar wrapped his legs around him and felt those curious hands running along his stomach. He intentionally flexed his stomach muscles so that Caspar felt abs there, but then relaxed and laughed softly, leaning in and kissing his neck softly. He knew exactly what he was doing, starting on the blonde’s neck as if here were slowly licking a melting ice cream cone.

He chuckled at Caspar’s suggestions of fucking him right out in the open, and he considered it. Their neighbors were never home anyway, as far as he could tell. A snort came from Jamie when Caspar revealed his semi erectile dysfunction once upon a time. He laughed and shook his head, pulling Caspar even closer until not even God himself could fit between them, as the saying goes. “The only thing I read is that you were gross, and I got to keep you,” he teased, playfully poking the other’s sides to get a few laughs from him. God, he was gorgeous, and that big, pretty smile made Jamie’s heart beat faster.

Even with the purchase of subjectively the nicest house in California, Jamie’s arms were still Caspar’s favourite place to be. He leaned all of his weight against Jamie and shut his eyes. It had been a long day - probably a whole lot longer for Jamie - and Caspar was just about ready to fall asleep. Whoever said younger people have more energy was full of shit. 

“Can you just walk around naked for the next week please?” Caspar murmured. “You got all ripped for that movie and that was hot but now you’re marginally less ripped and it’s even hotter and I kinda just wanna stare at you forever, y’know?” He reached down and gave Jamie’s stomach a gentle poke. 

“Maybe we should just throw a housewarmin’ party but then prank the living shit outta Ben instead,” Caspar suggested. He was forever looking for ways to piss Ben off. It was one of the many joys of life that Caspar liked to indulge in as frequently as possible. “Let’s just maybe skip the bricks. Have you seen The Parent Trap? I’d kill to see Ben covered in chocolate sauce and feathers.” Various thoughts and schemes filled Caspar’s pretty little head and he grinned against Jamie’s shoulder.

Then, Jamie kissed him, and a whimper came from the back of Caspar’s throat. He tangled his fingers in his boyfriend’s shirt and pressed into him. Jamie tried to pull away, but Caspar chased him and pressed another few warm kisses with his soft, strawberry lips. He whined in protest when he finally had to pull back, but Jamie’s words quickly softened him.

“Love you too,” Caspar murmured. He pushed his forehead against Jamie’s and fiddled with the fabric of his shirt. “Sorry for bein’ difficult today. All this is kinda a lot, and you know how I am with like- well pretty much anything.” Caspar snorted. “But it’s fuckin’ awesome, too.” He pressed a kiss to Jamie’s forehead and smiled. “I can’t wait to marry you and raise kids here and prank Ben to hell and back and all that jazz. Maybe you’ll get to do one of those 73 questions with.. Vogue videos here as well. And cook me pancakes.” Caspar took a step back and pecked Jamie’s lips. “We’re gonna have way too much fun.”

Jamie laughed softly at Caspar’s request. “Only if you walk around naked, too,” he teased, chuckling when his stomach was poked. He loved the way Caspar fit into his arms so perfectly, and he wasn’t keen on letting go just yet. He nodded at Caspar’s ideas of pranking his brother. “If Juliette is in on the prank, we can’t even get in trouble, so she can totally be our ace up the sleeve,” he mused, pressing a soft kiss on Caspar’s cheek.

Then he kissed the other in earnest, and that little moan was everything. Jamie pulled back slightly, not wanting to get too hot and heavy with how sweaty he’d been earlier, fearing maybe he smelled or something. But Caspar didn’t want to let go, and Jamie only pulled back enough to speak up for a moment. “Cas, you’re a brat. Like... if I wasn’t at peace with that by now, I don’t think you could call me your soulmate,” he teased, chuckling quietly.

Hearing Caspar say he couldn’t wait to marry Jamie made his heart flutter in his chest. He could imagine the two of them at red carpet events, or making headlines in magazines. Misters Blythe-Jones... or Blythe if Caspar wanted to drop the Jones. He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was the person he was destined-- and wanted-- to be with for the rest of his life. He just wanted to make sure the timing was right.

If you had told Caspar four years ago that he would be moving into a house at twenty-two, he would’ve laughed in your face. Hysterically. As would anyone who knew him. And then he would’ve downed three shots of vodka and tried to fuck you.

Times had changed a bit since then.

Still, Caspar had expected to feel overwhelmed by it all. He remembered moving into his first apartment in New York, and how simultaneously suffocating and good it had felt. Moving to California hadn’t been much different. But for a boy used to travelling the world with nothing but a backpack, moving into a house was a big deal. And it had been overwhelming, a little suffocating at times.

But God was it worth it.

The house really appealed to the spoilt brat in him. The one that had been raised on Armani shirts and swimming pools and first-class aeroplane rides. It was minutes from the beach, gorgeous inside and out, and fucking expensive. 

Most importantly, though - no matter how excited he got over the sea view - was the fact that it was his and Jamie’s. That was what made it worth it. He was never going to have to fall asleep alone again. And although weren’t married yet, his name was on all the paperwork, and that was just as big a commitment to Caspar as a ring on his finger. It was reassurance that Jamie wasn’t going anywhere. 

And it had a damn nice balcony as well.

Moving day had been as exciting as it had been stressful. Caspar had had about four mental breakdowns before lunch, one on the grounds that he wasn’t ready to move in with Jamie yet (which he’d gotten over pretty quickly after being reminded just how good Jamie’s breakfast pancakes were), the rest because something had been lost or packed wrong. But by the time they’d started moving boxes in, Caspar had gotten in the swing of it, and he was being marginally more helpful than the toddler he could have been readily compared to that morning.

It was a good thing Jamie loved him. Caspar did wonder just how long it would be before his boyfriend started to regret this, but he had been warned.

Once the movers were gone, and dinner had been demolished, Caspar set out to find them some strawberry icecream under the guise of taking the dogs out for a walk. It did seem to be something of a tradition for them - eating strawberry ice cream after moving - but Caspar reckoned that was largely down to the fact that they ate strawberry ice cream after everything.

He walked back into the house with a bag in hand and shut the front door behind him. The puppies ran crazy around the house and Caspar smiled, walking through to the kitchen with Tide in tow. It was a damn nice kitchen, he had to admit.

Not quite as nice as the man standing in it, however.

“Welcome home. That one ain’t gonna get old for a while,” Caspar grinned. He set the ice cream down on the counter and wandered over to Jamie. “Do you remember which box has our clothes in? Or are we just gonna be walkin’ around naked for the next week? Cause y’know.. that would be real unfortunate.” Caspar dropped a kiss to Jamie’s shoulder and looked up at him with a mischevious glint in his eye. “Also, I was thinkin’ about it, and wee should definitely full out home-alone this place for April Fools Day and invite Ben over. That would be wicked.”

Despite Caspar getting snippy with the movers and with Jamie earlier, despite his four meltdowns, despite him accidentally dropping a box on Jamie’s foot, or any other fifty billion reasons anybody could come up with, Jamie was in absolute love with the blonde walking back into their new house. The dogs scurried off to find their own little areas, sniffing around every which way. Three dogs, two boyfriends, one home. It was perfect.

Jamie’s smile broadened when he saw the strawberry ice cream, then wrapped his arms around him tightly. There was nobody in the world more perfect for him than this brat who loved the same things he did, who moved with him like two reeds in the wind, bending and twisting every which way, but never breaking. Separate, they were strong. But together, they were invincible.

“Clothes are in the bedroom somewhere, but honestly I don’t fuckin’ mind walkin’ around commando,” he mused, laughing softly and kissing Caspar’s cheek. “Next April Fools we can give it a try, but he’s wised up to a lot of shit-- that and his birthday’s on April 4th and he usually takes off with whoever the hell he’s dating. But like... we could definitely give it a shot,” he said, mischief in his eyes, too.

Jamie was EXHAUSTED. That was the kindest way to put it. Moving had been hard work, but it was incredibly worth it. Tonight was the first night he and Caspar would be spending the night in a home they owned together. Sure, they weren’t married, and they weren’t engaged just yet, but it was certainly looming in Jamie’s mind.

There were still boxes everywhere, and Ben had ordered pizza and chicken wings for them since he got tied up at some event and couldn’t come help them move. That, and he paid for a company of movers to help. Despite that, the actor had to run around after the dogs, Caspar, and the movers who needed to be told every five minutes what boxes went where. The unpacking process would start tomorrow, but they had more than enough time. Jamie looked up to see Caspar coming in with Tide, Merry, and Pippin, and smiled at the other. He could definitely get used to seeing him coming home like this every night.

“Hey, baby. Welcome home,” he said, smiling softly and leaning against the counter.