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After the food was done and eaten, Mikey coerced Jasper to join him and some of his chiller relatives in the basement to drink. It didn't take much since Jasper was always down to drink alcohol with Mikey, but this time Jasper was a little hesitant since Halloween night flashed behind his eyes. Mikey didn't seem all to fazed, so the older one went along and followed him down the stairs.

The basement was filled with other Balms that were from the age of twenty-three to young thirties. They were the ones who didn't see Mikey as a child. The ones who treated him like an adult as he was.

Mikey veered off to get drinks and Jasper stood where he was. He talked animatedly with another one of Mikey's cousin about college since the cousin was a med student and still in college. When Mikey came back, he nudged Jasper with his elbow and the college student took the cup from him. The drink was dark and he frowned while looking at it.

"What—"

Mikey quickly told him, "coke and rum, but more run since you're a psychopath and like it with more rum."

Jasper smiled lightly and turned his attention back to the cousin. They had their own eyebrows knitted together as they watched the interaction between the two boys. There was something the cousin couldn't put their finger on, but they continued watching the two boys interact and saw the quick touches here and there. Their revelation had them downing a shot of straight vodka. They didn't care that their little Mikey was sleeping with a boy, they just didn't like thinking about their cousin having sex.

Halfway through his coke and rum, Jasper coughed and looked at Mikey with his eyes wide. Mikey frowned, lifting a hand to set on Jasper's back to rub. Every part of Jasper's body tingled and he didn't know if it was the alcohol doing that, or if it was Mikey's touch that sent him over. But, he spoke about his realization.

"I'm not supposed to be drinking with my tongue pierced!"

Mikey chuckled, agreeing with him and pointing to his lip piercing. But, they both shrug afterward, not really caring since the other didn't freak out as much. In Jasper's mind he was telling himself to clean his piercing double the amount he already was as if that'd make up for having alcohol. As long as he didn't kiss Mikey, then he would be good since that was another thing he shouldn't do with a new tongue piercing: kiss someone with tongue.

After a few more drinks Jasper was warm and his limbs were heavy. Him and Mikey were seated on the beat up couch in the basement, and they were watching Mikey's relatives dance to the music playing. Neither wanted to move since they were enjoying being in each other's presence and warmth that was radiating from their bodies. At some point Jasper had taken both his flannel and hoodie off and set them somewhere, but he didn't care too much since he was next to Mikey. Or more importantly, laying in the twenty-year-old's lap; Jasper's head was resting on one of Mikey's leg and his shoulder blades digging into the other leg.

"So, like, what if Aiden and his friend were fucking. What would you do?" Jasper asked randomly, eyes meeting Mikey's. He drunkenly said, "you can't really say anything since we fuck, and we're friends."

Mikey rolled his eyes and shook his head. He knew he shouldn't say what he was about to, but the alcohol in his systems broke down his filter and it came out without a thought.

"I'd rather not talk about my brother when I have you in my lap, near my dick." He could feel his cheeks flush more, but it was no different than what they already were when Jasper laid in his lap.

Jasper's voice dropped an octave and he asked, "do you wanna...?"

"Let's go."

Jasper sat up and the two disappeared from the basement. Mikey opened his door and told his brother with a clear voice, "get out."

Aiden looked up from his phone and gaped at Jasper who was standing behind Mikey. When the two walked in Aiden rolled his eyes.

Mikey impatiently said, "I will fuck Jasper with you in the room, Aiden. I don't care."

The younger brother groaned, but he gathered his phone charger, a change of clothes, and slipped on shoes. He mumbled that he'd be spending the night at Cadence's then, shoving the clothes and charger in a drawstring bag. He shouldered past Jasper and closed the door on his way out. Mikey locked the door and his hands went to the hem of Jasper's shirt. He slipped it off with ease after doing it so many times, and trailed his fingers over the exposed skin.

Mikey accidentally dug his nails into Jasper's waist when he admired his best friend's upper body. As much as he liked his best friend's chest and face, Mikey liked Jasper's hips, waist, and thighs more. Everything of Jasper was perfect in Mikey's mind and he was not afraid to say that with alcohol in his system. Jasper's cheeks flushed, but he helped Mikey get out of his shirt and pants.

After prepping Jasper with a few tipsy fumbles here and there, he brushed away a tendril of hair that fell on Jasper's eye. He softly apologized which Jasper frowned at. "Even though it was nothing like this, when I was getting my lip pierced I thought: "is this what Jasper feels", so sorry."

Jasper snickered, setting a hand on Mikey's cheek to reassure him. "It's fine."

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Afterward, when his breath was somewhat back to normal, Mikey stood from the bed and threw away the condom, enjoying the sound of Jasper's labored breathing from the bed.

"Shit, sorry." Jasper quietly apologized when he saw Mikey wiping off his lower stomach. His cheeks burned as if it was the first time they had sex.

His best friend brushed off his apology with, "I don't care; why do you think I like having sex with you, Jasp?" Mikey stepped into his boxer and handed Jasper his when he held his hand out for them, and sat beside the twenty-one year old at the edge of his bed. "I like seeing you cum."

Jasper's cheeks flamed up and he ducked his head down, rolling off of the bed to slip on his boxers and shirt. He also cleaned himself off, but he faced away from his best friend when doing so. He didn't care about pants since he was warm in the room with Mikey. They sat on the edge of bed, eventually Jasper falling back and allowing his eyes to fall shut. What had just happened played behind his eyelids and the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

A hand smacked down on his lower thigh, right above his knee but to the side, and he peeked an eye open to stare at Mikey confusedly. When he asked his question—"what are you thinking about?"—Jasper flung his head back, shaking it. He wasn't about to tell his best friend and be harmlessly teased for it; he'd rather keep it to himself and save it for later.

Mikey continued to shake his leg, whining about wanting to know. The older of them chuckled, sitting up to stare at his friend. It was quiet until Mikey asked again and Jasper rolled his eyes, telling him,

"I'm not telling you, Michael."

"Okay, Jasper, I'll just sulk because of you."

He sulked for a minute, then was back to bugging Jasper. The latter slapped away his hands until Mikey's wrapped around his throat and all movements from Jasper stalled. He admonished himself not to get turned on at the moment, and blinked away the arousal, narrowing his eyes towards Mikey.

Finally, he said to him, "all I was thinking about was..." he trailed off for suspense and Mikey fell for it. He whined and pushed away Jasper's face when he finished with, "taco cats and that pop tart cat."

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So I did have an nsfw scene written out, but I didn't like it so I got rid of it and gave you this instead. I was uncomfortable publishing it, so that's why it's not there anymore. There is one more, but it's also implied since I don't like writing them—I'm fcking clueless when it comes to that since I'm ace. But yea!

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