Stutter | A Jaspar Fanfic

20. Getting Personal

Could nine was definitely a real thing, and Joe was a hundred percent sure he was floating on it; soaking in the pleasant feeling before he got crushed by the harsh whip of reality. The whole way home, Joe felt as if he were somewhere else. He wasn't in a car, driving. He was somewhere else; a picture perfect place where he was alone with Caspar - all of his worries gone. He could still feel the South African's lips on his own; still feel the strong arms that wrapped around his waist.

Jackson never treated him the way Caspar did. Jackson was always rough; his kisses all teeth and hands always digging into the brunette's sensitive skin. He wasn't dominant; he was hard, dangerous. Always thinking more of himself; thinking of Joe as some sort of puppet he could just string around and get him to do whatever Jackson wished. Caspar was the opposite. He made sure Joe was comfortable. His touches were gentle and softer; his kisses full of adoration and desire.

The small brunette boy felt dizzy as he walked into his house; trying to find energy to mute the house phone so his parents wouldn't find out about him missing school. Joe didn't, though. The minute the door shut, he pressed his back against it, thumbs reaching up and softly sliding on his lips in the same way Caspar did earlier. He shut his eyes and sighed deeply, feeling his heartbeat get slower and his cheeks redden.

He's never felt this way before, never, and he hoped he'd feel this way forever and more.

$$$

The loud vibration from Joe's phone is what caused him to wake up from his nap. He had fallen asleep after just leaning on the door for about ten minutes; his mind absolutely wrecked from the kiss that happened earlier. His legs were jelly as he walked over to the house phone and muted it with just a simple press of a button, not even caring if he missed it. Joe had never felt so satisfied in his whole entire life, and he wanted to feel more of this temporary bliss that the blond boy had gave him.

Caspar was the last thing he thought of as his head hit his pillow, and the first name that floated into his mind when he woke up to being spammed with text messages. He blinked the sleep away from his eyes and pixel up his phone, blurry eyes adjusting to the name on his screen.

Will.

Joe sighed and sat up, running a hand through his hair and unlocking it to see what his friend wanted.

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Will: why weren't you at school

Will: Joe

Will: Joseph

Will: Joe bugg

Will: Swag-Sugg

Will: bottom boy

Will: don't make me send the lyrics of that song again. You know I always do when you don't respond.

Will: okay you asked for it

Will: THIS BOY IS A BOTTTOOOMMMMM

Will: I FORGOT THE REST BUT JOE SUGG IS A FUCKING BOTTTOOOMMMMM

Will: HE'S A MOTHER FUCKING

Will: BOTTTOOOMMMMM

Will: oOOoOoo BOTTTTUMMMMM

Will: ...yeah

Will: C'mon Joe speak to me

Will: JOSEPH GRAHAM SUGG IF YOU DON'T RESPOND I WILL SEND YOU SAD ANIMAL SHELTER VIDEOS