Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Birthday Presents* (Jason McCann)

"I wish I could be there with you," Jason sighed subtly through the phone, clearing trying not to sound too phased.

"Me too. But I'll come see you later, right?" I sat up in bed, feeling neglected by the warmth of the sheets leaving my body.

"Of course, I'm not missing out on giving you some hardcore birthday sex just because your fuckwit of a dad won't let me see you."

"Jason, he's still my dad." I said, frowning, but he couldn't see. "I'm not asking you to like him, I'd prefer if you two could get a long but-"

"I know," Jason interrupted me. "and I'm sorry, but if he wants to doubt my love for you and keep thinking that twisted shit about how I'm going to end up kidnapping you and holding you at gunpoint, he can fuck off." There was slight hurt in his voice and I pitied him. "But I don't wanna ruin your day, I'm sorry. It'd be better if I wasn't there anyway." I pictured the expressionless look that I'd become so used to taking over his face.

"Believe me, Jason; I want you here more than anything. But I can barely have you at the front door without something starting between you two." I chewed my lip, not really wanting to have this type of conversation on my birthday.

"I was bringing you flowers, for fuck sake!" He said, I flinched at his voice ringing loudly in my ear.

"I know, I know-"

"I'm sorry, it's your birthday." He said quickly before he sighed again. "Go and enjoy it, I'll text you, okay?"

"Are you gonna be okay?" I asked quietly.

"Trust me, once you're here and riding me, your dad'll be the last thing on my mind." I could tell he was grinning to himself.

"I'd hope so," I chuckled, throwing some clothes on as I spoke.

"Now, go down and open your stuff." He said, I heard shuffling through the phone.

"What are you doing today?" I questioned, trailing slowly around the room, not really wanting to leave him.

"Uh, I've got to go and sort something later, but right now I'm probably gonna jack off." He said casually, making my stomach flip.

"Oh, enjoy." I chuckled.

"With the thought of you, I'm pretty sure I will." He laughed when I whined. "Let me know what you think of your presents that I got you, alright?" His voice was rough.

"Yeah, I will. I'll call you later, okay?" Smiling, I listened as he said his farewells and put the phone down.

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After having gone through the gifts from family and friends, there were five parcels who I presumed were from Jason. Five was more than I got from most people, I smiled widely at the fact he probably thought that even that many wasn't enough.

I noticed as my dad glanced at them and let his eyes rest on them long enough for me to bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying something.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say those are from your boyfriend, Jaden, is it?" My dad looked at me with fake confusion.

"Jason." I spoke through a clenched jaw.

"Come on then, let's see what he can afford with all that drug money in his pocket." My dad picked up one of the parcels that were wrapped less than perfectly, making me laugh at the thought of Jason attempting to wrap them. "Why does this say 'From daddy'?" My dad showed me the tag hanging from the parcel with a glare.