count on me. ~ jaspar one-shots.

n e v e r . r e g r e t

AN: Eeek! First chapter! This probably really sucks but I hope you don't find this too boring, though this was based off of a prompt about Person A coming home drunk and falling asleep on Person B's couch though I put my own little twist on it. Hope you enjoy! <3
   

   A night spent best in Caspar's eyes is a night at the club. He had recently come out to everyone that he was gay and everyone was supportive.

Flashback ~

"Guys, um, I, I'm , g-gay... I u-understand if you may n-not be s-supporti, *hic* and I-I," tears welled up in Caspar's eyes. It had pained him so much to lose his friends over 3 simple words.

Louise spoke up, "Oh Caspar! There's nothing to be scared of! We love you no matter what! We actually knew this whole time."

Caspar was shocked.

"What? How?"

Zoë then finally spoke up, "Oh come on Caspar! We could see the way you would look at any boy that came through the street!" Caspar felt his cheeks heat up. How could he be so oblivious.

Flashback end ~

Though, Caspar being Caspar had a little way to many shots. Not a big surprise is it?

Limping, trying to reach the most closest thing possible.

He was so drunk, he was oblivious to where he had landed. It was soft. So soft. The velvet fabric relaxing his face and the soft pillows crushing his cheek.

He had landed on Joes couch. Only Joe's.

He had let no one get on that couch because it was his. Only his.

It was so soft, Caspar had no choice but to fall asleep. He sprawled across the couch in a crouching position except he was lying down.

His tight black jeans making it sort of uncomfortable though he was fine.

All he did was snore and enjoyed his time on the soft couch.

t i m e . s k i p

It was now morning, and Joe had just gotten home from Oli's hotel. He stayed over there because Oli, being the sober one at every party, refused to let him drive on his own.

*click.*

Joe had open the door to only find a blonde haired beauty sprawled onto his couch. Caspar. Normally he'd get mad and push him off but today, for some reason, he looked incredibly adorable.

The was his blond hair was in different directions of his head and his lips slightly parted causing a tiny bit of drool hanging out. Oh, how Joe wanted to kiss those lips so badly.

Alright, he had to admit that he had been getting these strange feelings from Caspar. Anytime his shoulder would brush Caspar's or while the were walking there hand would brush.

It sounded cheesy but he felt sparks. He had told Zoë everything about this. You would think he would tell his mates about it. Nope. They wouldn't be able to keep their pretty little mouth shut.

Zoë said that he was in love. That would mean I'm gay? No. Bisexual? No. He. don't have feeling for girls. But when he would see a hot girl he wanted to make her his. Zoë had told him he was pansexual.

"What does that mean?" Joe asked looking confused.

"It means that you are okay with any gender but as long as you love them"

Maybe. Maybe he was pansexual. Who knows? But, if Caspar was gay, he may have a chance with him.

Joe looked back at Caspar and decided to make Caspar breakfast. How about a nice English.

The place smelled like pancakes and syrup with a slight hint of bacon. Bacon could wake anyone up. Including Caspar.

"Mhm, Joe?"

Joe looked over at Caspar, "Oh! Morning Casp!"

"Ah.. Joe, my head. It won't stop hurting. Wait, is that bacon?"

"Ha, I've got some pills. And to answer your question, yes that is bacon."

Caspar jumped with Joy, "Yes! This is the best morning ever! I love you Jo-" Caspar felt his cheeks heat up. "Heh, I mean, uh, t-thanks Joe.."

"W-what did you say?" Joe's cheeks heated up as well. A dark colour.

Crimson.

"U-uh, I said t-thank you.."

"No, the last thing you said." Joe was getting frustrated. He wanted to hear those words come out of Caspar mouth.

"N-nothing, uh, ugh, who am I kidding. I love you Joe. This may be weird but I do. I have feeling for you." Caspar put his head down. He didn't want Joe to see his face beat red. He had already embarrassed himself enough.

Though, Caspar heard foot steps. He looked up a little to see Joe's shoes. He wasn't expecting anything other than a slap. Kick. I hate you, but worst of all, "I'm leaving." It broke Caspar's heart.

Though, Joe did the complete opposite. He lifted Caspar's chin making him look into his piercing sea blue eyes. This was it. It was the end. He's gonna hate m- his thought were interrupted by a pair of soft lips on his own.

He opened his eyes. Joe, Joe Sugg. Was kissing him. It was a dream come true. After a few seconds of hyperventilating he started to kiss back. It wasn't rough, wasn't sloppy, only soft, passionate, and full of love.

After a few minutes they both pulled back begging for oxygen.

Finally, Caspar spoke up, "Well, damn. That was the best thing to ever happen to me."

Joe chuckled, "Caspar Richard George Lee, will you be my boyfriend?"

Caspar smashed his lips onto his again, sharing a passionate kiss only to be broken just to say, "Yes."

That day was a day the both people would never regret.