Hot Chocolate "Jeth, babe, why do you insist on calling me your little strawberry?"
Jasper was laying across Jethro's chest, his arms wrapped around his waist as his head rest against his neck, his breath hot against the taller man's neck. Jethro hummed, absentmindedly rubbing small circles on Jasper's lower back, his other hand resting on the redhead's shoulders, "Well, Jas, your hair is red, for one. Two, you're smaller than me. A little strawberry." Pausing, he smiled softly, a chuckle escaping his lips, "Would you prefer tomato? Cherry? Raspberry? I just think strawberry… flows nicely." Jasper huffed, placing a soft kiss on his boyfriend's neck, "You're insufferable, Jeth." Jasper liked him, a whole lot, and despite his own words he really liked it when Jethro made a nickname for him, he was too sweet- always had been, even when he was a bit of an asshole. He'd never understand how he had gotten so lucky. Jethro is an absolute angel of a man. Even when everyone thought he was mean, or too serious, or secluded- he had always seen beyond the carefully crafted stone walls the man had built around himself.
"You're an angel."
His words were soft, full of love, because he really did love the man. It scared him sometimes, how much he truly cared for him. Jethro knew about his fear, and always reassured him that he wouldn't ever go anywhere. He was here to stay, through thick and thin. By gods, if that didn't prove how fucking angelic and wonderful this man was. Jethro was always adamant to say he was just an average guy, doing the least he could, but Jasper always insisted. As much as he wished that people, by default, were that kind, he knew it wasn't true. That was why he appreciated him so much more. The man was far too humble to see just how incredible he was. Jasper wanted to strangle the people that had made Jethro so hesitant to accept himself, to see himself for who he truly was. He never deserved to be demeaned, to have his feelings cast aside… none of it. So, Jasper was here and he would always happily remind his boyfriend about how amazing he was.
"I don't deserve you."
Jethro's words were quiet. The white-haired man tightening his hold on the smaller man, his bright orange eyes staring up at the ceiling of their room, his eyes focusing on the small glow in the dark stars Jasper had put up for him. The redhead was a blessing. Just when he had thought he would never have the luxury of feeling love again, he met the fiery and flirty man when he took up a job at a coffee shop. The two got along incredibly well from day one. Playful banter and flirts filled the shop when they were on shift together. They danced like that for a while, six months exactly. Their coworkers were surprised it had taken them that long to realize that they liked each other. They had even placed bets on how long it would take and who would be the one to ask the other out.
Jethro would always remember the day Jasper asked him out.
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It was a rainy day, Jethro was making some hot chocolate, and Jasper had asked him if he knew how to make a caffeinated hot chocolate. Jethro, as blind as a bat, was happy to show him the magic of mixing coffee and hot cocoa together. The smaller man was at the counter, working the machines as Jethro instructed. Jethro, bless the guy, was standing behind him, his arms on either side of the redhead. His hands rested on top of Jasper's as he moved them, showing him what he needed to grab and how he needed to mix things. He was blissfully unaware of the proximity of their bodies, and didn't think much of how he was practically encasing the smaller man with his body. Jasper played along, happily letting the white-haired man invade his personal space, letting him guide his hands wherever. He had thought Jethro knew how intimate their interaction was at first, but it was clear that the man really didn't understand what the proximity between them meant to him. He had made the first move, playfully turning around and spraying a dollop of whipped cream on his nose.
Jethro had been absolutely stunned, his face flushed with embarrassment as he looked down at Jasper. The redhead laughed, reaching up and whiping the whipped cream off of his nose and onto his thumb, and then he had fucking ate it, right then and there. Their chests were a hair away from touching, the proximity had even made Jasper flustered. He wasn't even sure what he was doing anymore, but he knew he was doing something good when Jethro smiled. It was genuine, warm, and so was he. God, he loved everything about this man. Jethro then had the audacity to take the whipped cream can and spray a dollop onto Jasper's nose, making the redhead gasp dramatically, "Jethro Winters, you absolutely did not just do that!" Jethro's chest rumbled when he laughed, one of his hands finding it's way to rest on Jasper's hip as the other moved up to gather the whipped cream from the smaller man's nose, and just like he had done moments ago, he proceeded to eat the whipped cream and grinned, "All's fair in love and war, Love." The nickname had rolled off of his tongue way too easily, but before he could even have the chance to panic about his choice of words, Jasper smiled at him brightly, "Say that again."
"Love?"
Bless his heart, Jasper thought. His hands moved to cup the taller man's face, "Jeth, please make me the happiest guy ever. Will you be my boyfriend?" Jethro just about had a heart attack. Jasper wanted him to do fucking what? Time felt as if it was standing still, giving them this moment together. Jethro let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and he smiled, "Jasper Aldair, are you asking me out?" Jasper shrugged playfully, "It would seem so, big boy. So, what do you say? Do you wanna be the ice to my fire?" It was cheesy, the saying would've definitely worked better if Jethro had asked him to be the fire to his ice, but it worked the other way too, right? Jethro leaned into Jasper's touch, his bright eyes looking down into Jasper's gray eyes, "How could I say no to that?"
Thankfully the shop had been closed that day for training, god forbid anyone had to watch the two men shamelessly act like that on shift.
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Jethro shifted on the bed, opting to lay on his side as he pulled Jasper into his arms, letting the redhead bury his face against his chest. His arms protectively wrapped around his boyfriend. There wasn't anything to protect him from, not in the safety of their own home, but it made him feel better to know that he was holding him, that if anything happened, he was protecting the one thing he couldn't live without. It was drastic to admit that, yes, but Jasper had saved him from the hole he was in and put him back together without one complaint. He never once asked for anything in return, never made him feel bad for his feelings, and he never judged him for his past. Jasper was perfect, even when he got a little angry and fired up. He never got angry with him. He had no clue how he never caused Jasper any anger, but the man was just so composed, so sweet and beyond understanding, it was almost surreal to him.
Placing a soft kiss against Jasper's red hair, Jethro let out a content sigh as he rubbed the shorter man's back. He loved this, loved laying down in their bed together in the morning. Jasper always woke up after him, but Jethro never got up. He always waited, holding him close to his body, comforting and loving on him until he actually woke up. He could care less how long he slept in, never cared if Jasper woke up and fell right back asleep again. He loved to be in Jasper's company, even if it was silent. The feeling of his skin against his, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and feeling his heartbeat was more than enough for him. So, he would happily lay here and recall memories of them as he waited for his boyfriend to fully wake up, and when he finally did wake up? Jethro would be ready to give him a tender and loving kiss and he would happily get up to go to the kitchen to make themselves some breakfast and some bomb ass hot chocolate coffee.
(featuring Jethro and Jasper) 
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