Jaspar || Why not?

Chapter 8 ~ Kisses in the night

Warning: this chapter contains some very very mild smut.  

I hope y'all enjoy xxx

They were all over each other on the way home. The driver must have thought they were a couple.

They were hugging and cuddling, Joe's arms wrapped around Caspar's waist and Caspar's hands playing with Joe's hair.

When they reached their apartment, they stumbled out of the car and began walking to the door, still clinging to each other. 

"Do you have t-the key?" Joe asked Caspar.

"I don't know." He shrugged.

They burst out laughing. If they were sober, they wouldn't have found this remotely funny. But everything is funny when you're drunk. Even possibly being locked out of your house for the night.

"Here...lemme check." Joe muttered and began searching Caspar's pockets.

First the ones in his coat, but the keys weren't there. Then his hands slipped into the front pockets of Caspar's jeans. Still no keys.

He giggled and it made Joe smile. He has such a cute laugh. I just want him to laugh forever.

He put my hands in Caspar's back pockets. He could feel the curve of his ass. It felt nice if Joe's honest.

Finally, he felt the keys in his fingers and took them out smiling and waving them in front of Caspar's face.

"Got em." 

"Yay..but maybe I should open the door.." He said.

"Why?" Joe asked.

"Cause you're drunk." He said and gently poked Joe's chest. 

"So..are..you." Joe said, tapping his nose between every word.

"True but 'm not as drunk as you." He slurred. 

Joe gave him the key after deciding that he's right, he couldn't see clearly let alone fit the key in the door.

Caspar began fumbling with the key, trying to open the door. Joe laughed at his efforts.

He laughed too and eventually got the door open.

"After you m'lady." He said and giggled again.

Joe would have been mad at him for calling him a lady if Caspar wasn't so cute. 

They walked inside and straight away Joe ran (if you could call that running) to the couch and fell onto it. 

Caspar collapsed beside him. Jor leaned into him and even though he smelled of alcohol and cologne, he still smelled like Caspar. He smelled like home.

"Beer?" Joe offered, although he was hoping Caspar would get it for them as he couldn't really stand up.

"Oh yeah cause you haven't had enough to drink already." Caspar said sternly and then they both burst out laughing. 

"Dickhead." Joe said. 

"Alcoholic." Caspar muttered.

"Prick."

"Dumbass."

"Slut."

"Ouch. That one really hurt Joseph." He faked being upset.

Joe loved the way his name rolled off Caspar's tongue.

"I'm so sorry love," Joe mocked, "now how about that beer?"