Non-Platonic (A Jaspar Fanfic)

Chapter 11

I'll admit the first part is kinda boring and is supposedly a filler, but I wrote it just for better flow in the book.

To be honest Caspar felt like a spy throughout his whole trip in Brighton. He has been watching Joe all day all night like a creepy stalker and follows the brunette all around the city. Joe, however is completely oblivious of the taller of the two following him around and watching him by hiding behind the bushes.

Caspar didn't know why he was doing so and he felt stupid and overly overprotective. Joe should live his freedom without the fear of stalking but whenever Caspar tried to shrug it off and fly back to Brighton he would be reminded of Johns words and the thought of Joe dying would terrify him.

It was my fear that leads me to such actions.

But however much Caspar would hate the whole stalking stuff, he kind of enjoyed watching Joe. He definitely realised changes in the boy for example the way that he smiled and lot and loved pranking two friends, one of them semester like her sister but the other was unknown. Joe stayed as a group of seven. There were five boys including Joe and just two girls. They all looked sweet though.

Caspar noticed with whom Joe was around and his nearby surroundings. His heart clenched whenever he would see Joe hugging or greeting another boy which according to Caspar looked more attractive than him.

But the funny thing was whenever Caspar would be hiding away from Joes sight Oli would look all confused about the situation. He still hadn't got to know about Caspar's dream but anyways all of this would have seemed pointless to him. He ended up just snapchatting in the corner or complaining about his family of how boring his trip was going. Oli was like a lost lion in a circus of trained animals. Caspar didn't complain about it, instead he laughed at his friend and just received a grunt from him.

Day one went faster than the sun rays as nobody did anything productive whatsoever. There was just chatting and having pizzas. Nothing exciting, nothing new. Though Caspar wished to get an hotel nearby Joes sisters house, he couldn't find one, probably because it was a residential area. He didn't get to know what Joe did that night but as if Caspar took care of that matters at home anyways.

The second day was better than yesterday. Joe and his friends went out for some shopping and some beach time. Which meant he basically saw Joe sunbathing and making his very easy tanned body tanner than before. He played with water and his sister like an innocent little human and then finally came out of the water to play volleyball. Caspar disguised himself by wearing his sunglasses and lying far away from the group.

But he could not help himself and his eyesight went back to Joe who was now arching his back and jumping to hit the ball. He was still wet and his boxers were stuck to his private member. Oh, How can Caspar stop his feeling to kiss and suck his prominent looking abs and collarbones ? Just how ? The blonde sight never changed, he didn't even notice his friend Oli putting on his sunscreen and jumping right inside the water nevertheless of his friends presence.

While staring at Joe Caspar noticed something, purple marks all around Joes body. Caspar lay on a fairly faraway distance and still he could perfectly see each and every features of Joes body, probably because he's seen it so many times. It was then that Caspar realised...

Those marks are Caspar's hickeys.

Oh fuck, if Caspar can see it so can anyone, but then he just cannot approach the guy and be like "Hey, I was staring at you the whole time and you haven't covered your hickeys". Even though Joe is hardworking, he is a careless boy. This all caused George to know about them in the first place. Caspar cannot just stand there, such private information of them having sex should be within themselves. He needs to make a move but how ?