#c;jason

@awolfsbxne​

Continued from here.

Jason looks down at his hands, feeling shy all over again. The great thing about Cas was supposed to be that they had been friends since third grade. He was supposed to have gotten over his shy side around the other male and sure them being friends helped. Once they had started dating a bit of that had started up again, Jason couldn’t help it. He was a quiet guy, a shy guy, it was in his bones. He knew Cas was right, he knew they didn’t need their friends to know and on top of all of that Jason was in the closet because lord only knows how his parents would react if they ever found out. Caspian was probably one of the best things to ever happen to him and they would try and take it away. “I know..” His voice is quiet, he suddenly felt stupid for even bringing anything up, but now he had and he couldn’t just abandon his idea. 

@milkovichsmickey

Jason made his way out of Mickey’s bedroom his hair still wet from their shower, steam radiating off of his skin. His eyes fall on his boyfriend who is moving around in the kitchen, having gotten dressed faster than Jason did. his bare feet make their way into the kitchen, he hadn’t bothered with wearing anything other than boxer briefs and a shirt since he was sure that they weren’t going out anywhere. Licking his lips he pushes his hands through his wet hair that was disheveled on top of his head. Mickey must have heard him coming because he turns to face him, his eyebrows raising into a look Jason was familiar with and Mickey’s voice rings out.

“That my shirt?”

His face twists into a large grin, his cheeks heating up immensely as he looks down at his feet. “Ah yeah...” He admitted quietly, a little shy about it. He had never really worn any of Mickey’s clothes before and it had been sitting there, he wasn’t too much taller than Mickey so it fit him. He liked that it smelt like his boyfriend and he enjoyed the idea of wearing his boyfriend’s clothes. 

Jason took a deep breath standing on the edge of the cliff. His heart was already hammering in his chest with a thud, thud, thud. The adrenaline had already taken a hold of him, given him life, electrified every single one of his senses. He could hear the water rippling below, smell the salt coming off of it. he could feel the wind teasing strands of his brunet hair, Inching closer and close and smiling at the beautiful mass of blue. It was his favourite colour, the oceanic hue of blue that surrounded all of Mexico. There was never going to be a colour more captivating to him, more intriguing, more real and utterly raw. 

He would need to backup soon, so that he could get a running start to throw himself off of the cliff and into the waters below. It was a run he had made many times, it was his escape.Deep breath in, exhale through his nose. He repeas this a few times-before he knows it he is ready.