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Kasper: I figured you must be missing me.

Kasper: So hi.

Jon: I thought i told u not to text me man

Jon: Come on van der wal, wer is the respect?

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“I wanted to be sure, but I’m glad we are; besides your licking a pussy is different from mine. So whatever to that cat anyway?”

“So I’ve been told. Like going down on someone type of head, thought we were on the same channel about this one.”

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“I’m slightly disappointed, drugs would be great fun.” Efficient, stumbling thought his words, none of the three p.m. etiquette he was taught when he was child, Jon, mouth open in mid-chew, coughed from a bitter bite and did not bother to excuse himself, merely wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “The best time of my life was the year I went to Mexico after getting dismissed from the academe.” He moved to the red bears, playing enslaver and biting heads off first. “You used Smirnoff on these?”

“You’re not getting drugged. Promise.” Jane haphazardly stuck a pinkie towards his general direction, another hand reaching to toss a gummy towards her mouth. “High school is one of the best times of your life.” Its stated in ill, a rehearsed and retired tone that she had been told time and time again by many; parents included.

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“Is that different from Il Divo? Because Il Divo is the one my grandfather keeps on listening to. Damn, I can sing Memory by Barbra Streisand in Italian now.”  

“If I hear one more Il Volo song I’m gonna fly into the sun and explode. I’ve heard enough to last me a lifetime.”

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Though brows perched in confusion and ill humour, Jon took a handful and ate them -- the green ones always first. “Haven’t had these since high school.”

“Not actual gummy bears.” Jane took a hesitant moment to avert her gaze towards them. “Soaked in vodka.” Her tone hitched upward at the last word, as if there had been a natural predisposition to perceive vodka as the only meaningful thing to her. The rest of her voice remained monotone. “Want some?”

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“Yeah, that sounds like you’re not the favorite to me.”

“ fun fact– my grandma has bought me this exact same sweater three years in a row. so far, she keeps getting me smaller and smaller sizes. it’s the thought that counts, right? ”

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Jon: kids keep giving out protein shakes instead of milk Jon: hope u got ur present for being naughty ;)

SNAPCHAT ➤ OPEN

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Jon: Guess how long it took ur mom to take dis Jon: #oops #shhh

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fiónn: guess how long it took fiónn: for my mum to take this

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@hailsaintjon: RT @ajrhodes "it's Christmas and i feel like giving, so for every nude i receive, i'm going to donate a thousand dollars to wwf. help the pandas"

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Jon: My name’s santa  Jon: So u’ve been naughty huh?

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juls: so close to christmas!

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“Pine trees and perverted uncles make you cry too? I’m kidding, but that shit’s crazy, babe. Maybe I should have dressed as Santa for the occasion.” 

“"i dunno what it is about seein’ frosty the snowman in people’s yards, but christmas decorations and all that shit makes me wanna cry-in a good way. is it too third grade of me to still be excited about christmas?

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“Oh, compliments! You know how to make a guy blush, Josi!  Wait, hold up, what kind of head are you talking about?”

“Not the kind of head I was talking about, but I’ll take it. Thanks. I guess you’re not that bad either.”

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Texts: yael beiber

Yael: bitch i watched prison break like every decent human being shut up

Yael: i prefer Audrey's hbu?

Yael: i'm good

Yael: Pablo stop x3

Jon: Decent is srsly not a word i would associate w/ u

Jon: Is dat a reference to cannibalism??? Eww man if u like her so much then just take her

Jon: Pablo yES

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@salutmatty: @hailsaintjon no i need that for stuff

@hailsaintjon: yeah u need dat for more axe u smell

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my brother thinks he a sneaky lil shitt but saw him wrapping his gift for me earlier lol

anyway!! im gonna make myself scarce until tomorrow night ic-wise, but i’ll be on @alisonhtml via the app i will most likely not do any threads until then but hmu so i can annoy u 

happy christmas in advance!!

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The stillness of the quiet was real; almost too real as Jon heard the life in the forest: the birds that did not migrate south, the subtle brushing of branches. In the many times he had been to the campus forest, never had ever paid mind to these things. Observant was not a word to be associated him, but as he sat there, heart heavy and head light, the press of Kasper’s lips still lingering on his own. The windows rolled automatically as he pressed the driver’s panel; his mind racing and chanting, singing with the words -- breathe, breathe, breathe. But his chest heaved heavily to the rush of his heartbeat, feeling as if he had run for the first time in a very long time, and when Kasper spoke, he didn’t know it calmed him. In fact, a soft chuckle escaped from as he battled on the thought of leaning towards the hand that cupped his head, until he had no chance to think of it at all. 

Under an orange tree in Florida, that was his first kiss. It was a Sunday, and the girl had the reddest hair and the most freckles. Sometimes, if lights would permit it, he would imagine that very same girl in place of other people he had kissed; he would imagine - child-like - what it must feel like to not rush into a kiss and have his lips crushed in childish excitement. Tonight, head lights still on and passing through columns of wintered-trees, she was not in his mind at all. No, because when his found Kasper’s again, it was Kasper’s voice in his head; because when his tongue grazed subtly with Kasper’s, it was Kasper’s hair that tickled his cheek. From every lick and lock, halts that would build up more the want to start again, the question of why hasn’t he done this before grew louder and louder in his head; and when Kasper pulled back it was now his palm reaching and cupping the blonde’s jaw -- soft as he had always been, hungry as he had always been. And words kept ringing -- you’re better than that, you’re better than that -- and yes, he was. 

Ex-lovers had praised him for his intimate ways, but now it was as if he was learning again -- under an orange tree in Florida, Sunday afternoon sun burning the back of his neck -- and touching the lines of Kasper’s jaw, biting soft his lips and waiting to taste sweet him like crushed strawberries and Sunday mass sin. And he panted just when his tongue was starting to lick the of Kasper’s, to ask in a quiet whisper, “Can I?”Elementary hesitation and adult shyness on his cheeks and lidded eyes before a hand traveled from the base of Kasper’s skull to the flesh of his ass, before a hand traveled from Kasper’s jaw to trail a warm palm over his side to the pronounced bone on his hip. “Can I?” he asked again in a whisper, head dropping low to pelt kisses on Kasper’s neck, biting softly in small, quick desires; fingers dancing by exposed skin between jeans and shirt, shifting in his seat and stretching his legs to let the growing throb in his pants settle. “Kasper,” he breathed now, a ghost by the sound of the engine humming before he bit by Kasper’s nape and pulled him closer by the belt loops of his jeans.

Outside, a woodpecker pecked on the aged Oak, doing what it was meant to do, then. 

The silence struck him as strange. For all the time he’d know Jon it was easy to pull a reaction. Especially if it was a simple string of cure words. So not hearing a peep had the usual cock and confident blonde shifting a bit in his seat. However, not one to ever show discomfort, Kasper leaned back, allowing the slightly weird moment to continue. If anything it’d make for a good story. Stories were meant to be collected, and his book, always growing, had sorely been in need of something interesting. New. Jon always offered the former, even if it wasn’t what he wanted. Which was the same thing he’d craved for years. The man himself. It was the sort of attention no one, meaning no one, had gotten from the blonde in his life. Attraction was fleeting, add in rejection and it was a recipe for an unrelenting craving. 

Half aware of where they were, the trees a reminder of the fun he’d gotten up to with a set of hockey players his freshman year, Kasper turned to make a comment. One of his usual bitchy, yet slightly amusing zingers. Or so he had been. He didn’t have a chance to say a word as the hand rested on his arm, the hairs raising up at the touch and before he knew it.. They were kissing, and then they weren’t. Flabbergasted and turned on, Kasper took a sharp breath, his own usually smug face a deeper shade of red. Licking his lips he kept quiet until he was leaned to draw the space closed between them. “You’re better than that.” He husked, running his fingers through the dark locks, snaking his fingers around in order to tug him forward as their lips met for a slower, hungrier kiss. Kissing had always been a touchy spot. Some guys were great at it, others made it look like the hardest concept in the world to grasp. No surprise Kasper was the former, making it all too easy to lose himself in those unfamiliar, yet tasteful set of lips. With a flick of his tongue, he traced over Jon’s lower lip before he pulled back slowly. There didn’t need to be a grand talk or teasing, not then at least. Kasper knew the stakes. One wrong move and Jon would flee.