He has no need for faith who knows the uncreated, who has cut off rebirth, who has destroyed any opportunity for good or evil, and cast away all desire. He is indeed the ultimate man.

It being the night before New Years Eve didn't stop people from celebrating early, my family being part of that.

Since most of my older siblings drank and so did their partners, I was kind of the odd one out once my parents drove my younger siblings down to my Uncle Jem and Aunt Nell's house so they could celebrate together.

Being the only one in the house not willing to even have an eggnog made me an easy target for Noelle and Max, who were already well past the point of tipsy, and Nemesis who just genuinely liked to be annoying.

Jasper seemed to pick up on that easily, and though he kept his second eggnog, he did ask me to see the 'box somewhere with all my shiny things in them'.

Once I got away from the loudness, everything was fine.

So I got on my shoes, put my coat on over one of my boyfriend's sweatshirts and gloves, and watched Jasper do the same but keep just his normal sweatshirt on before giving me a thumbs up.

"All of your family is loud." Jaspers says after we step out from the house, one of his arms coming around my middle to pull me close to him. "Why are you quiet?"

"Oh," I pause, trying to think of a good way to phrase this. "They have better reason to speak, plus they're better at speaking."

After noticing his aversion to being touched first I thought I did way better at speaking out loud than using physical cues, but I know I slip up every now and again.

He's already seen that my family very verbally expresses their love, and they do it nearly constantly. I don't want him to think that I should be the same way when I'm not, or that I'm questioning anything.

Because I do love him, a lot.

"And I know I'm quiet, Jasper and sometimes that could be a problem, but there's a lot more ways I say I love you- -bit hot innit- -than just saying them out loud. I don't want you to forget that."

"I know that, Castor," Jasper, amusedly, pauses just as I do and bonks our heads together with a soft thud that I can't help but to huff at, holding back a laugh. "I'm good about reading you now, if I do say so myself, and know when you say I love you without actually saying it. Like my finger bop... but not, y'know, a finger bop. Or just one specific thing."

Though I don't think I really have any set thing like the finger bop like he said, I know that there's time where I just look at Jasper or do something with him and all I'm thinking is that I love him.

And I guess it really is that simple.

Moving on and focusing a bit more on myself to stop my blush, I nod and flick open the garage lock pad, entering Papa's birthday as the passkey to open it.

The garage door creaks open, the joints nearly frozen in position at the point and shows Mama's truck in one half of it but a freezer on the other half where we keep a shit ton of frozen mangoes and strawberries for smoothies, a corner of box's with my name on them as well as other boxes labeled things like 'floaties' and 'summer'.

Sighing, duck my head slightly as I walk away from Jasper, grabbing the box on top with a slight wince from my aching wrist before putting it on the ground.

Meeting Jasper's eye, his head tilted adorable at me and probably expecting this to start nicer, I can't help but to smirk before simply kicking it the rest of the way to him.

"Hey!" My boyfriend gasps out. "Don't break anything, Star!"

"They're my things, Jitterbug," I reply, grabbing another box from the pile. "I could stomp on them until they're shattered or shred the papers to a million pieces if I wanted to."

I can just tell he's pouting behind me as he opens the first box and it makes me grin.

The things in these boxes range from my old gymnastics medals and certificates, to hockey trophies and awards, even the paper award I got for entering a singing competition with Fly a few years ago.

It was at a stupid café and a last minute thing on the way to a football competition, but one of his nicer friends was out sick and he knew I could play the guitar and sing, so he threatened to bench me if I didn't.

And knowing Fly for who he is, I took to the threat.

Half of the things I've gotten serious credit for I doubt Jasper even knows I can do.

Football and cooking awards and the likes are probably the only thing he's expecting.

Strangely enough, he's never questioned why I'm so flexible, but that's a conversation for another time.

There's about five full boxes of this, given I've been in sports and moving about since I could walk.

When I turn back around after getting all the boxes down, though I doubt we're going to actually look through every single one tonight, Jasper is sitting on the concrete and looking up to me with a wide smile.

"You're a very cool god," Smiling wider, I can tell he believes this and it almost makes me laugh. "And the gymnastics thing really explains some questioning moments."

Patting the ground next to him as a silent invitation to sit down, Jasper puts down the gymnastics trophy he first grabbed and picks up a certificate next.

Wrinkling my nose at him I give the cold floor a disgusted look, "Love, I'm already freezing. I'll die if I- -cold, cold, cold- -sit down. And um, yeah, I guess it does."

I can't imagine how this giant puppy will react when I do some really cool, albeit dangerous, flips in front of him for the first time.

"Sit on my lap then?" Jasper offers, moving the box to his side as he sits crisscross, making his lap seem all too inviting. "These are all amazing and I'm really proud of you for being able to do all of this. I'd never be able to do whatever half of this is, like I'm really impressed, my star. Oh! Can we take these home with us? If Mango Queen and your dad don't mind, that is. I wanna put them up where I can see them."

Not about to refuse that offer, I quickly take his hand and let him help me into a comfortable position, sneaking a quick kiss onto the side of his neck with a grin.

"Well they aren't exactly doing anything with them, and they're mine, so they won't mind but we don't really have the room in the dorm for all this. There's five boxes of this shit, Jitterbug."

"I'll buy us a house to put them in, then. I want them."

"You're not, you can't, you just -is really that easy for rich people to just be like 'I'll buy a house' with that amount of confidence?" Could not be me. "And I'm not complaining about living with you, or getting a place that's just for us in the future, but isn't it unreasonable to do all that just to have all this junk out?"

"I-I mean, no?" Nuzzling his warm face into my neck, Jasper wraps his arms around me and at this point I doubt he remembers why we're actually in here. "I could always bring them to the mansion, but I'm not there enough for it to count. I could literally buy another island with the money I've saved over the years, or that I'll inherit. Buying a house for comfort reasons, practicality, and because I really have a lot more knick knacks than I should."

That, I kind of agree with.

But it makes life more manageable, having no empty tables and things to look at but not having to do anything with them is nice. Otherwise it would be exhausting.

"Plus, it wouldn't be a really big house or anything." As he's speaking, I shuffle in his lap so my legs are around his hips instead of pressed together on one side. "Just like... a half-way point between the mansion, the college, and close to the Headquarters for Astoria Empire. Plus! That way we'll have more privacy, too."

Thinking for just a moment more, I find myself nodding and know that my attempts at hiding how excited I am with this is probably futile.

Sometimes I forget he can basically hear my emotions.

"I want to live in a house with you- -bit hot innit- -and I want to do that forever." Grinning, I wrap my arms around Jasper's neck and meet his eye. "When this school year is over, let's get a place. And I don't care how big it is, it just needs to fit me and you."

Jasper's face lights up more and I can practically see his minty eyes sparkle at me, hands coming down tighter on my hips. "And Noodle, and all your shiny things."

"And all your instruments." I remind him, growling right after I do so but it doesn't bother me nearly as much as it used to and I still lean into him. "I want a big shower."

My boyfriend flushes and he quickly nods, closing the distance between us. Lips sliding together, he presses into me and lifts me cautiously off of his lap and into the air.

I smirk at the action and raise a hand to hold onto his neck, just under his chin to give me better access and I place kisses along his skin.

He shivers and gasps, and I'm not even doing anything that would leave marks.

Realizing it's too cold to really do anything other than just kiss, I continue to completely ruin his self control for a few minutes before simply kissing him again.

Jasper sucks in a breath, fingers digging almost painfully into my hips as he fully sits up again, hand slipping up my back as he whines, "Castor."

"Jasper," I easily reply, the smirk still tugging at the corner of my mouth and I know the musician sees it because he's staring at my lips. "If I keep going, I'm going to leave marks."

The only place I've ever really left marks was once on his side, often on his thighs and occasionally on his collarbone.

But since Jasper's a kind of shy, albeit oblivious dork, I never wanted to get carried away and mark him like I want.

First, I have way more self control than that even with Tourette's, far more than Jasper, who hasn't quite gotten control of his strength during sex or the way to not follow through with certain desires, often leaving me bruised or marked for days on end.

And second, I'm not sure he's ready for all the questions about how he got me to willingly touch him when I'm known for hating mankind.

Pouting, Jasper draws me back into him for another kiss. "I don't care. It's New year's Eve in less than an hour, I say we celebrate. Everyone inside is watching some loud movie, or drunk and can't walk straight, or sleeping. And your parents won't be back until the new year anyway."

"You're bold today." I note, shoulders jumping in a tic.

"You're just... very you, when you're here. It's like movie nights and cooking days, just all the time. Nobody is around to make you cautious, even when you're bothered you're yourself. And it's -it's very attractive." Jasper tilts his head at me, leaning in for a few short kisses, pressing me into him more so my inner thighs are flush with his sides.

Kissing along his jaw, I barely pause to catch my breath as I ask, "How am I different."

"Quieter, worried. Always wanting to prove yourself." Explaining this, my boyfriend doesn't stop himself from reacting to my touch, just attempts to continue on despite it. "I didn't... I didn't know living in a, in a dorm made you act so... different. When we're alone, really alone, you're always you. I want that. Constantly, I want that."

"Then have it." Saying this, I wrap one hand in his hair and tilt his head up to me more, kissing him and accidentally biting his lower lip in a tic. He doesn't seem to mind, in fact he kisses me back harder.

Wrapping his arms back around me, Jasper dips me down before standing, making me laugh at the suddenness of it.

"You know what else is good-" I squeak. "-about getting a house that's just ours?" Asking this, I place a kiss on my boyfriend's lips that quickly turns into more forcing me to pull away, almost unwillingly, just so he can answer.

"I don't know." The musician replies breathlessly, cheeks stained red.

I grin, holding onto his chin with my thumb moving to press down on his lower lip -something that always makes him flustered. "Constant privacy."

Though the bruises at the top of my hips would protest, privacy sounds exactly like what we need at the moment.

Jasper Red is someone I can't imagine not loving.