The whole problem here was the fact that Bishop didn’t just see Jasper as this perfect play thing anymore. Oh, they played. They definitely played. But the sex changed somewhere along the line. The texts weren’t always just bitchy comments anymore. He still hung up on him a lot, though. And they’ve wasted thousands of dollars worth of alcohol just chucking it across a room for some dumb verbal barb that they both meant nothing.
There was one time, though, where he actually meant to hit who Jasper was with but the idiot moved and he missed. That had been annoying.
His eyes shift from the toy—excuse him, the gift—and that strangely boyish smile.
He laughs lowly before he can catch himself, and both hands run along the others thighs until he’s curled over and kissing him again, “come home with me later,” he whispers even though he knows no one can hear it.
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Date: 2023-08-07 11:49 pm (UTC)There was one time, though, where he actually meant to hit who Jasper was with but the idiot moved and he missed. That had been annoying.
His eyes shift from the toy—excuse him, the gift—and that strangely boyish smile.
He laughs lowly before he can catch himself, and both hands run along the others thighs until he’s curled over and kissing him again, “come home with me later,” he whispers even though he knows no one can hear it.