JUST SAY THE WORD

[JASPAR GEOFFREY OZWELL]

A DAY OFF FROM THE CHAOTIC MESS THAT THE TOUR COULD BE WAS ALWAYS a pleasant thing to look forward to. There was no need to rush around and make sure everything was in order. There were no troublesome sound checks or last minute changes in lineups. No. It was just a day to relax from everything around them. Sure, there were times Jaspar wished that it was a week instead of a day, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He was only a crew member, but being married to one of the band members could have been enough for him. Sure, Jager was always the one running on who the fuck knows what (Jaspar didn't really want to know), but there were still the days where he would crash down even if he tried not to. Thankfully though, he didn't have to worry about that today. Not while he crawled out from the man's arms that were possibly holding him a bit too tightly. Sometimes, he really did wonder how he managed to remain bruise free during a nights sleep. Oh well. He shrugged the thought off as he felt the soft carpeting under his feet. Waking up in a hotel room was different than the usually cramped bunk Jager and he usually shared. It was a nice change though. At least now he didn't have to worry about the commotion he usually endured in the late morning or early afternoons. Taking in a deep breath, he allowed the comforting silence rest around him. He smiled softly at the sound of the soft sounds Jager was making behind him. This was the closest to home that he would feel until he returned to the apartment him and Jager were currently renting out. Maybe then they could start looking for that house that they said they would get soon.

Carefully lifting himself off the bed to not disturb the other man, he head to the bathroom. His actions were quiet as he closed the door behind him and turned the knob to turn the shower on. He didn't let himself linger on the reflection he saw in the mirror as he slipped off a few of the bracelets decorating around his wrists. When it came to his appearance, he wasn't the most confident about it. Though he was getting better, he was still self conscious about the few pounds he would noticed that he gained over an amount of time. Sometimes, he was comfortable with it, but there was still the scar that cursed his skin. Sure, there was probably a way to get of the odd colorings resting on his skin. Jaspar, however, didn't want to go through the process of it. As much as he hated the markings, they were a part of him. They were a sign of a part of him that people never saw. As much of a shy quiet boy he was, Jaspar was dangerous. He knew he was, even if no one else believed him. He wasn't much of a killer, but he had almost killed once before. He could still remember it was if it were yesterday. The memories flooded through his mind, but he was better now. He didn't have to worry about any of it. He was safe... he was sane. At least, he hoped so. The boy was never the positive type. If here was something negative about a situation, he was the first to see it. Rarely did he ever voice it, but it lingered there.

A sigh fell past those rose toned lips as he stripped himself from his clothing and stepped under the burning heat of the water falling from the shower head. There were times where this was the best escape for Jaspar. As much as music had been to his life, the feeling of the steam and water hitting against him and draining out the thoughts rushing through his mind was often the best feeling he could get. He wasn't causing himself to go deaf just to drown out the paranoid thoughts rushing through his head; he was letting them wash away. Though, the feeling never lasted long. Just until his hand reached out and turned the water off to wrap a towel around his too small waist.

Rushing to slip into the clothing he had brought him, he paused for a moment to smile down at the band wrapped around his finger. Never once had he ever envisioned himself getting married. Especially at the young age he was. But ever since meeting Jager, his life really had been turned upside down. Now, he was just starting to think that it was in fact a good thing. He was the happiest he had ever been. And let's not forget that his life wasn't so boring. Drying his hair off with a towel, he slipped back out of the bathroom. He looked over at where Jager was still asleep on the bed and a small smile formed over lips. Part of him debated not waking him up; he looked far too innocent and calm and Jaspar knew that would end as soon as those eyes opened. He let out another sigh before his long legs carried him over to the bed. After letting the towel fall onto the chair nearby, he leaned over the sleeping figure. His hand fell onto Jager's shoulder, shaking him lightly as his lips pressed against the surface of his husband's jaw, the light hint of stubble scratching at his lips. "T-t-time to wake up," he whispered into his ear. "We h-h-have somewhere we g-g-g-got to be." And maybe he was a bit nervous that his plane wouldn't work. He was, after all, depending on a few of the band mates and some of the hotel workers. And the breakfast date wouldn't take that long. Just hopefully everything would go according to plan.

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RESERVE JAGER OZWELL/TESS <3. COUNT 0,985. BANNER EDITING BY BRYANNA. TEMPLATE BRYANNA. COMMENTS I... DON'T KNOW? I DON'T LIKE THIS. BUT THEY'RE CUTE. AND YEAH. JASPAR'S IDEA IS CUTEEEEE.

[JAGER THANE OZWELL]

✖ The base line connected with the cry of the guitars. Every thump of the kick drum vibrated the pulse, making the heart beat faster. Instead of running on fresh oxygen and nutrient blood, the body was switched to a lifelong supply of electrical charge. The blood turned to battery acid and the messages for expression and movement was a real chemical charge. The volume was the wattage, driving power through invisible cords that were wrapped around everyone’s neck. There wasn’t a need for a plug, not when the whole surface of the body was open enough for the energy to sink in. Music was empowering. The base line was the singer’s new heart beat, thumping away as the song unfolded and the music got louder. Soon, their bodies were dripping sweat and their muscles ached but they still felt damn good. The song cut, acting like a black out in the middle of a ravenous storm. The band was recharged, tucked away and taken from view of their fans. That was where the main power came from. Every single person screaming in that crowd was like a conduction route for the five extensions branching with endless power. The music brought on the brilliance, a safe haven, a promise. When Jager had found the music, he had found a fresh pair of batteries. He was like the energizer bunny to most, running on a countless amount of energy. The singer had his moments, though, when he wanted nothing more than repose and silence. The rare nights when he was allowed to spend some alone time with Jaspar was one of those times. He was a force to reckon with anywhere else, but when he was alone with Jaspar, he was at rest, almost completely calm. It wasn’t in Jaeger’s personality to be lifeless. He had to have some sort of recognition for movement or touch, but when he did have those subtle gestures times and his body pressed ever so tightly against the skinny side of his lover, he was at home. He didn’t need steel binding or brick walls to provide him shelter. Everything he could ever possibly need was right in his arms.

✖ Or it had been. Jager was a light sleeper. He could easily be woken by the slightest shuffle of feet on the other side of the room; a dull drone of a muted television even had the habit of annoying him away. The soldier’s arms subconsciously tightened when Jaspar first began to pull away, refusing to weaken his locked hold before he sleepily reconsiders and allowed to boy to be released. He ignored the building whine in his throat, too focused on the haziness of the lingering sleep to try and protest. Jager was quickly drawn back under, lolled into a peaceful sleep as Jaspar whisked away. He was left to dream subtitle on his own with his body flinching at every change of scene. The vibrant colors swirled in his head, showing him the detail his eyes couldn’t. Jager was long in an alternate world, completely taken over by the violent scenes occurring on the flat screen of his mind. His head was consumed in the violence of his past. Everything flashed red. Spatters lined the walls of his thoughts, screams drowned in his ears. This wasn’t anything new. It was common for Jager to dream about war. It was a never changing nightmare that haunted his mind at the wrong time. His one night of peace and he couldn’t even fully enjoy it. The touch on his shoulder had his reflexes acting before he could think. Jager jerked away from the hand, his eyes ripping open with his hand reaching for a gun that wasn’t present under his pillow. The voice soothed his worried mind, soon connected with the beautiful face looming ever so closely. For the slightest second, he was convinced he was lying on heaven’s doorstep with an angel shaking him awake. Jager blinked and when the figure was still there, he convinced himself this was real and he didn’t die after all. It was the very opposite, almost. His heart began to descend from the pounding beat, slowing with the conscious awareness of his husband’s presence.

✖ Jager smiled, closing his eyes before he turned his face into the soft pillow. His hands eased in the sheets as a sigh darted past his lips. “Oh yeah? Like where?” The Spanish was sweetly thick in his voice, dragging on the hoarse tone like lace. He smirked, pressing his face farther into the fabric. A yawn slacked his jaw, making his words temporarily immobile before he was turning away to stare up at Jaspar with soft chocolate eyes. His gaze trailed over his lover’s body, noting the clothes and the fresh scent rolling off of his skin like an aura. Jager groaned, tossing the sheets off his naked frame with teenage annoyance. He sat up with his stiff joints cracking in protest to the reckless movement after such a long time spent in one position. Jager rolled his shoulders, wincing at the dreaded pull of fatigue, but, there was the slightest hint of settlement in his muscles from getting a good night’s sleep. “Well, I have to shower. Unless you like, want me to go naked or something.” He chuckled with devilish arrogance as he stood, wrapping one defined arm around Jaspar’s waist as he leaned forward to catch the corner of his lips. Jager released the boy, ambling off towards the bathroom. He repeated the routine Jaspar had just taken, only taking longer of an observation of his appearance. His jaw was peppered in the sharp stubble, making his nose wrinkle. He fished for his razor in his bag, getting the assembly line ready for when he was finished showering. The singer went through the notations quickly, only lacking on the extension of the pads of his fingertips rubbing into his scalp. His body eased under the warm water, loosening the knocks in his thick muscling.

✖ Freshly shaved and showered, he excited the bathroom with the toweling running over his skin with rushed hands instead of wrapped around his waist. Jaspar had seen him naked plenty of times before. It wasn’t like he was going to make a big deal about it one more time. Jager folded his towel, shooting Jaspar a pointed look when he grabbed the boy’s and did the same. “Jeez. Now I know what Sam felt like.” He smirked, grabbing the pair of clean boxers and pulling them over his hips. Jager settled into his jeans and grabbed the flannel shirt he had washed on laundry day. He quickly slid his arms into the slots, hastily rolling the cuffs up to his elbows before he buttoned the shirt. He left the top button undone both in the rush of laziness and just for the simple fact that it was going to be hot, anyway. Settled with his appearance, he folded his arms across his well formed chest. “Okay, where are we going Mr. I-Can-Keep-A-Secret?” He arched an eyebrow, shifting his weight in wait for a response.

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