#jasperwatching

[ TEXT ] : holy fuck [ TEXT ] : i've actually never been seduced so hard in two sentences [ TEXT ] : wait is this one of those times someone invites me over for netflix and smores and then it's a sex thing [ TEXT ] : bc i actually want smores

starter for @jasperwatching​

he  hadn’t  known  what  to  expect  when  the  call  came  through  from  jasper.  the  last  time  he’d  heard  that  voice,  it  was  broken,  raised  up  to  a  decibel  sam  had  never  heard  it  reach.  it  was  a  time  shrouded  in  pain  for  all  parties,  and  while  sam  ached,  jasper  cracked.  he  doesn’t  blame  him  for  that.  growing  up,  he’d  seen  the  softest  of  souls  turn  concrete  when  life  took  a  nose  dive  and  hope  turned  to  ash  on  the  tongue.  he’s  no  stranger  to  anger  or  grief  or  even  turning  into  that  dark  thing  inside  when  all  the  light  in  you  turns  black  all  at  once.  over  the  course  of  a  day,  he  had  watched  jasper  turn  from  the  quiet  shadow  in  the  corner  of  the  room,  to  the  fire  that  threatened  to  burn  the  whole  thing  to  the  ground.  they’re  tied  together  by  the  ropes  of  a  burnt  bridge  and  the  memories  that  hang  around  it.  but  even  under  a  layer  of  ash,  new  life  can  thrive.  it’s  why  when  he  got  that  phone  call,  he  hadn’t  hesitated  to  arrange  a  meeting  between  them.  and  now,  as  he  sits  on  jasper’s  couch,  sipping  a  beer  and  sharing  stories  of  travel,  he’s  glad  about  it.    his  brow  quirks  up  when  jas’  voice  wraps  quietly  around  those  words.          “different,  huh?”          he  laughs,  lifts  his  beer  up  to  his  lips  and  takes  a  sip.            “you’re  different  too.  good  different.  the  kind  i’d  like  t’hang  around  more  with,  if  that’s  alright  with  you.”