we'll watch the sky explode tonight.

[JASPAR GEOFFREY OZWELL]

THE COLD WINTER WEATHER OF CHICAGO WAS REALLY NOTHING NEW FOR Jaspar. He had spent plenty of nights curled up in the small bed at his mother's house under many blankets to keep warm. Well, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but that was okay. The heavy jacket surrounding his upper body was good enough to keep him warm as he focused on brushing the new pile of snow that had formed on the car overnight. A gloved hand held onto the ice scrapper, fingers curled firmly around the staff while he moved the brush portion of it over the blanket of white flakes. Snow had really never been Jaspar's favorite thing about the city. Nor were the winds, tall buildings, or busy streets. But the small suburban house they had was a good distance away from the chaos of the actual city. And he thought it would have just been better for the kids to grow up in. After all, he had always lived on the outskirts of the city and he enjoyed it more so than the moderately busy center. Not that he was really being selfish when it had come to the decision of choosing a house when their apartment got just a little bit too small after the adoption, but he had wanted a safe(r) environment to raise the twins. He could only assume that Jager had wanted the same thing, even if assuming did make an ass out of you and me. A shiver fell through his spine as a burst of cold air hit over an exposed patch of skin, causing his eyes to slip shut for a moment before reopening. Exhaling, a cloud formed in front of his lips. And that might have lead to his decision to finish off the car before he got too cold. Besides, it would have been wasting gas if he had took his precious time. So, he swiped the snow off of the windshield and hood as best he could while hurrying before opening the back seat door, feeling the warm air mix in with the colder surroundings, and threw the scrapper onto floor behind the passenger seat. Just so he would know where it was when he would look for it. Unless Jager got a hold of it and "misplace" it.

He cupped his hands together as he walked back up the steps to the house, blowing into a small opening he created into them. It provided a tiny bit of warmth. Not enough to keep him outside any longer, but that was okay. He didn't really need to be out there anyway. Not when his "job" was done, and there were two kids greeting him at the door by tackling his legs. A smile spread over his lips, pushing up those rosy cheeks, as he looked down at the two. Sure, sometimes he felt like there was one missing. But he couldn't help that. Misty wasn't in the situation where she could live with him full time. Sometimes he wished she was, but no one really ever got what they wished for. Now, it wasn't like Hayden and Arlette weren't good kids, or any less important to him. Misty had just been the familiar face in his life for the past five years. Not to mention that she was also biologically his. Yeah, that shouldn't play into any role and he shouldn't play favorites with the kids. It would just take some time to get used to. Just like it had when he had first started living with Jager. Then again, change was something had a few issues with. But seeing the two smiling faces a few feet below him, he could definitely grow used to all of this. Besides, if it involved Jager being happy, then, well, he was bound to do anything. Almost. He did have his limits, but that was another story. Bending down, he put an arm around each of the kids. He placed a kiss on each of their foreheads, muttering something with his cursed speech for them to let go. As he watched the two run off, he had to smile to himself before shaking his head. Sure, there was a small part of him that wished he could have seen the two grow through their infant stages. As much as a pain of the constant crying, excessive changing of diapers, and the bottle feeding could be, Jaspar had enjoyed the stage. That was the era that was filled with all the "firsts": first word, first step, first crawl, first tooth. He had missed most of Misty's, and Jager had no experience with it at all. But maybe in some time, they'd be able to adopt a newborn. Part of him was sure that Jager would enjoy that; he knew that he would.

Hands reaching up, he loosened the scarf around his neck. The warm heat filling the house hitting over the faintly warm skin that was uncovered. In the background, he could hear the faint excited shouts of "Grammy!"and maybe a chuckle from Jager. The sounds of the cartoons still on the television blocked out most of it. Not that it really mattered all that much. This family life that formed with Jager was possibly one of the best things that had happened in his life. Sure, their relationship may have started a bit fast, and just everything happened fast throughout it. (Well, this is comparing it to the only relationship Jaspar had ever had. The one that lasted a year and was shred apart due to a pregnancy.) And yeah, he might have broken out of the ever so shy exterior he usually held. Well... around his husband at least. He still couldn't manage to say a sentence without those cheeks reddening and the cursed stutter appearing in his speech. And yeah, he still had the tendency to have that effect around the older man, but not as bad as it had once been. Like it had been on for their first date. Jaspar really did not want to think about that, the simple thought of it humiliated him. Minus certain parts that is. That's just a whole different story though.

It wasn't too long before everyone was settled in the car. Jaspar reached a hand up to adjust the rear view mirror before turning back as he pulled out of the driveway. Momentarily, he looked down at the kids, watching the two look out their windows through their hazel eyes. Yeah, all of this had really been a good decision. Really. But that wasn't really the type of thing he should have been thinking about when he was trying to drive. So, once he was pulled out of the drive, he switched the gear and began to drive off to where Jaspar's parents lived about ten minutes ago. Sometimes, there was an advantage to living close to family members, even if they did get annoying. And Jaspar's mom, well, she may have the ability to be able to top that list. But really, Jaspar couldn't hate her. She had always been there for him. She was right by his side when he was diagnosed with schizophrenia and she was more than accepted when he had told her about Jager. Really, he couldn't ask for anything else. He would be able to deal with the embarrassment she put him through. After all, it was a mother's job to "embarrass her kid." That's what she had always said at least. Well, at least the kids loved her. That was probably the most important part of it all to him, at least.

Pulling into the drive way of his parents house, he took a moment to glance into the rear view mirror and saw the kids excitement. That was enough to widen the smile on his lips. And after a half an hour of getting caught into some discuss with his mother, the two were finally walking out of the house and back into the windy outdoors to the car again. Jaspar let his eyes stray over to his husband, and this time letting a smirk form over his lips. Yeah, sure, he may have had some grasp that the other may or may not be nervous about what he was going to be receiving as part of his Christmas present. But he had been good, and hadn't given too many hints. Or any for that matter. After all, he had wanted to surprise the other. Why would he tell him? And, if the other knew, it probably wouldn't be happening at all. So, secret it was. And maybe he had teased the other about it. Just maybe though. After all, Jaspar wasn't nearly half the ass that Jager was. He was actually nice and refrained from most teasing. Unless the other actually deserved it. But it was still a rare occasion. No matter how fun Jaspar did have when he took the time to do so.

Jaspar fitted himself into the driver's seat once again, waiting for Jager to get back in, before pulling out of the driveway and headed toward the city. His fingers tapped along with the beat of the faint sound of music playing on the radio. And maybe driving scared him a little bit. Only a little, but he was making it through. Since Jager, however, he had been able to get through a few of his fears. The questioning he had gone through with his sexuality was put to rest when he was able to get past the fear of experimenting. The fear of starting a conversation, or continuing it, had improved since the day of their first date. The fear of getting close to someone again enough to start a relationship. Jager may have been a miracle working, or Jaspar could just be naive enough to think that. Either way, it never really mattered much. All he truly cared about was the fact that he was actually able to see the other every morning and be held in those arms every night. There was no better feeling than knowing that Jager was all his and he had no real reason to worry. This was Jaspar though, it was only natural for him to become self conscious and believe that he would leave him the moment he had found someone better. Like always, he shook the thought out of his. No, Jager wasn't going to leave him. He didn't think he could go through another heartbreak.

Finally, they had arrived to their destination: Navy Pier. The small smirk that had once been on his lips had transformed into a larger one. And yeah, he could have been mentally laughing at the mental image of Jager falling continuously on his ass once they got onto the ice. No, Jager didn't need to know that. And he wouldn't. Scrapping his teeth against his bottom lip, he pulled the car into one of the empty parking spots. And no, he really wasn't surprised by amount of spots taken. It had been the last day for the festival going on. Many people were taking their chance to enjoy the festivities while they could and before they had to wait a whole other year. And this had been a bit of a tradition for Jaspar to come to. Every year, he always found joy in the decorations, the lights, the music, and the general fun of it all. It was only time that Jager got to see it. Especially since the idea hadn't really gone through fully the last time Jager had been here. Now it was time to make up for that. He turned the car of once it was set into park. His hand reached over and unbuckled the seat belt that had been securing him. His head turned in the direction of his husband, a smile on his lips, before he leaned over and pressed a short kiss onto those plush lips. "Y-you ready?" he asked, pulling away from the other as he reached over to the glove compartment and opened it, retrieving his wallet from it. He slipped the object into his jacket's pocket and he sat back up, eyes still on Jager.
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RESERVE JAGER OZWELL. COUNT 2,042. LYRICS UNDER THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, EMPIRES. BANNER EDITING BY MARY JANE. TEMPLATE MARY JANE. COMMENTS EH. I REALLY DON'T LIKE THIS. BUT IT'S DONE. YES.

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[JAGER THANE OZWELL]

Growing up and coming from such a small family that had was meant to be big had given Jager a goal set whenever he came to the topic of his own family or children. Of course, he always had the idea in his head that he wouldn’t exactly be getting kids the way a classic american family should. Then again, the boy wasn’t exactly the best version of normal. As flawed as the word was, Jager still didn’t see himself fitting into the Chicago scene as well as some of the other people around him did. He was born and raised in the south. There was more hostility in Houston alone than Illinois as a whole. Not that he didn’t like it here, it was just that sometimes he wondered how things could have been different if they would have ventured down to Texas instead. He had rendered the idea pointless from the start. Yes, it would be getting them away from most of the things they were familiar with; a true restart on life, but Jager saw a more productive, a more happy life style if they stayed in Chicago. Winter was now his most loathed season. From his years of heat induced weather, this… this frozen city life wasn’t his idea of fun. But he went through with it; got used to it, because this was where their family belong. Jager couldn’t stand the idea of taking Jaspar out of the elements where he was comfortable. The boy already was self conscious enough. A new start in a place that would be mostly unfamiliar to Jager as well wasn’t the best place to go. Chicago was the best. They had a nice house in a good neighborhood and a family that was steadily growing in the numbers, though it still lacked the full quantity of children that Jager desired and Jaspar had agreed to. The couple were well on their way to making a family that fit perfectly to each of their wishes. Jager knew as long as he was with Jaspar, things didn’t have to turn out just the way he wanted them. He was just happy that he was with the younger boy. Any one else wouldn’t ever feel as right as Jaspar did. To Jager, there was always only one person that you could devote your whole heart to. Once you did, there was no going back. From here on out, he was going to love Jaspar. Even if no one really knew how long forever really was, he still believed he’d feel the deep devotion and affection for the other for as long as, well, forever. Their lives had changed drastically over the past year and a half. They had gotten married; ‘had’ kids, and were now onto looking forward to a whole new year to construct their family in the way it should be. For the most part, Jager had been raised under the terms of ‘yes ma’am, no ma’am’. Before his years of rebelling against his uncaring parents, he really had been the ideal guy to bring home to your mom. Then, after he was reformed, he returned into that man. But now, that man was reserved for Jaspar, and Jaspar only.

The holiday seasons always had a way of making the veteran nervous. His lack of family interactment had left him with his Christmas with Jaspar being the first where the whole family was bundled into the house. Now, they surpassed yet another Christmas and that one had been even better than the one before. Of course, they were closer now than before. But the gift of just having his family was good enough for Jager. A little girl and a little boy to raise along side with assisting with Misty was a good start for him. When Jaspar had proposed the idea of them taking a break from their family inclined life to spend time with one another, Jager didn’t have to think about it long. Of course, Mrs. Murphy loved taking care of her grandchildren, even if Jager did still worry sometimes. But Jaspar’s locked judgment on whatever they were going to be doing during the time they had to just themselves hadn’t been shared. Jager wasn’t allowed a single hint (which he could understand. Jaspar was very obvious sometimes.). Chicago was a nice place but the idea of being stuck out in the drifting snow didn’t excite him as much as… other things did. But Jager was too polite to ask; or at least beg to know. So, he had played along with Jaspar’s game and hadn’t asked for anything that had something to do with whatever they were going to be doing. Now, that day was here and the curiosity of the day’s events was about to drive him mad.

From his position on the bed, he stared at the clock. It had taken Jaspar seven minutes to start the car so it could warm up (because Jager really was annoying when he complained about the cold), and to clear the windows from the inches of snowfall. Snow. Cold. Everything Jager loathed about the city. He sighed softly to himself as he tore those chocolate eyes away from the bright neon glow of the numbers. He heard the patter of feet; a smile instantly weaving it way against his lips as he waited for the twins to enter the room. He was nearly talked back against the comfortable mattress when his long legs were suddenly attacked by tiny, tan arms and hands. He felt he clutch of fingers on the already tight fabric that covered his legs. Smirking, Jager looked down at those beaming brown eyes. Arlette’s toothy grin wordlessly spoke of her enjoyment. ”Daddy, momma’s ready wif’ the car!” Jager tried his best not the snicker at the way that their kids had taken to calling Jaspar’s ‘mommy’. He was the woman in the relationship, after all. Of course any time the other scowled toward Jager when they said it directly, Jager denied having anything to do with it. It wasn’t like he had encouraged them that much to call Jaspar mommy. Maybe it was just a natural kind of thing they picked up off of Jaspar’s personality. Leaning down, he pressed a wet, sloppy kiss against each of their cheeks. Hayden’s giggle lightened the room; echoing throughout the large space as he quickly flailed to wipe away the slobber on his cheek. “We should go them, hm?” The synced movement of their nods made a soft chuckle breeze past his lips. Putting his arms around each of their tiny waists, he used the muscles that were hidden under the lazy layer of skin. Jager was fit; there was no doubt about that. He just didn’t use his muscles as frequently as he used to. Hoisting each one of the twins up onto his hip, he walked back to the kitchen where Jaspar was waiting. “Okay, mommy. We’re ready!” Those chocolate eyes just danced with the pleasure of using the feminine name Jaspar had adopted.

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After the promise had been made to be good for Grandma, Jager had said goodbye with his eyes carefully trailing after the duo as they ran off to the living room to play with the toys Jaspar’s mother had already set out for them. He voiced his thank you to the woman; nearly being dragged out the door with Jaspar’s hand tightly fitted in his.

His breath clouded in front of his slightly chapped lips. Reaching into his pocket (he had to lift his hips off the seat to fit his hand down the tight crease), he retrieved his chap stick and smoothed the slightly glossy material over his plush lips. Jager just clutched it in his hand; too lazy to lift his body off the seat again to put the small item back into his pants pocket. The scenery around them was familiar. After a year and a half of living in Chicago, he got to know the place- every with it’s large size- quite quickly. His teeth fit against his lip as he realized where they were going. Navy pier was fantastic during the summer. It was by the water and the sun shining down on the establishment made it feel so comfortable. Jager honestly didn’t know what in the world Jaspar had planned. He sucked in a breath as the car rolled to a stop; his eyes glued to the banner that bolded printed about the current festival still in session. His teeth bit a little harder at his lip when the car was shut off and he was robbed of his main heat source. Yeah, Jager really wasn’t meant for the cold. He could try and be a polar bear all he wanted. He just wasn’t made for such a cold place. Subconsciously, his body started to draw towards Jaspar to try and gain some of his heat. The boy was slightly caught off guard when he felt the touch of lips against his own. He instantly fell into the kiss, though; working his lips back against Jaspar’s for the breath touch. Jager’s hand lifted to gently slide against Jaspar’s soft cheek. His cold fingertips buried under the warm scarf wrapped around his husband’s neck; taking advantage of the warmth there. Those chocolate eyes locked with those lighter hazel; drinking in their rich glazed coating. Running his tongue over his lips, Jager didn’t answer Jaspar right away. He leaned in, pressing their mouths back together for a longer kiss. His fingers still begging for a cure to their constant frozen feeling.

“That depends. Where are we going, exactly?” The words were mumbled into the curve of Jaspar’s mouth. He pressed back for another kiss; too afraid to loose the warmth the other was surrounded with.

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NOTES eh. not that good. but i'm only five mintues over :3
MUSIC shameless by all time low.

[JASPAR GEOFFREY OZWELL]

FALLING IN LOVE WASN'T EXACTLY ANYTHING JASPAR HAD PLANNED ON DOING when he first met Jager. Sure, there had been the obvious interest that he hadn't been able to hide as much as he wanted to. That was just Jaspar though. He had never really been able to hide his feelings as much as he wanted to. There was just always something that gave it away. He was sure that his excessive stutter and rosy cheeks whenever the boy was around made it easier to tell. Then again, he could have just been "starstruck" or whatever you wanted to call it. Though, maybe this love, this relationship, had been something more than what it could appear to be. Or, that's what he could say. Love wasn't something that he had ever been able to describe. Maybe the fact that he had thought it was something that didn't need describing that could have played into it. He really didn't want to either. Describing how he felt whenever the older man was around gave it the potential to ruin it all. And losing Jager might have been the one thing that he never wanted to do. He loved the way that he could make a smile form on his lips just from walking into the room after a long day at work, and the feelings of complete security when those arms were wrapped around him. Sure, they had their struggles, what couple didn't? But by the end of the day, none of it really seemed to matter all that much. He was able to call Jager his and vice versa. And there was really nothing more that he wanted. He had found his love and he was determined to keep it. He wasn't bound to let this fall apart so easily like it had done the first time around. And sure, they say that the first love is always the strongest and hardest. But now that he was involved with it for the second time, he wasn't too sure about that. The first time around, he had been so young. Now, he was a little older, and a little less naive.

Adopting Arlette and Hayden hadn't been a bad idea. He was all for it, and maybe it was just making things official for the future. For him, children were a way to bind two people together. Sure, there were still the people that split apart even after a few children. But he knew well enough that he wasn't the type too leave someone stranded, especially someone too young to defend for themselves. Looking at Jager, he could possibly say the same thing as well. But no, he wasn't saying that they could fall apart and whatever feelings they had would crumble to the ground. No. Things could grow from here. They could learn new things about one another or just in general. For him, things could only go up from here. And that's where he was hoping all of this was going. Adopting Arlette and Hayden hadn't been a bad idea. He was all for it, and maybe it was just making things official for the future. For him, children were a way to bind two people together. Sure, there were still the people that split apart even after a few children. But he knew well enough that he wasn't the type too leave someone stranded, especially someone too young to defend for themselves. Looking at Jager, he could possibly say the same thing as well. But no, he wasn't saying that they could fall apart and whatever feelings they had would crumble to the ground. No. Things could grow from here. They could learn new things about one another or just in general. For him, things could only go up from here. And that's where he was hoping all of this was going. As said before, Jaspar wanted anything but for this to end. Looking at the two three year olds, it gave him a higher hope that there was lasting ability in this. Not that he didn't think that before. But anyone who knows Jaspar, knew that he was highly self-conscious and always had his doubts. That was just the way he was about everything, really. And he was trying to get better, he really was. Old habits are hard to break though. It would be a long time before Jaspar would ever break out of that little paranoid shell of his. If he ever did that is. Only time could tell that though. And he might have been getting a little better now that there were matching rings on each of their ring fingers. Yeah, Jaspar had always wanted to end up married someday. But in all of his fantasies, he had always pictured himself next to a girl and he was the one who went down on his knee. It's funny the twists reality puts on everything. And it's not like he's complaining about being with Jager. Not like his unsure mind had when they had first gotten together. But that might have just been a shock of Jaspar. After all, thinking you're going to settle down with some homey girl and finding out that you're heads over heels for a war veteran. Not exactly what he had planned for himself. But that had just been the tendency to go on with Jaspar. Lost his first love due to pregnancy, and diagnosed with schizophrenia soon after weren't things he had planned. Not at all. But he had gotten over the first speed bump. And he was slowly working out the after effects of the second. All in all, life was good though. Even he had to admit that.

The feeling of Jager's lips pressed against his own was probably a feeling that he would never get over. The way those plush lips fit almost too perfectly still sent those small bouts of butterflies flood into his stomach, and, despite how annoying they could get, he possibly couldn't get enough of it. His body relaxed against Jager's touch on his neck, the cool feeling of those fingers causing a chill to go through his spine. And no, he wasn't going to complain about that either. Instead, he just pressed his lips to the other's, meeting his in that second kiss. There might have a slight smile on his lips as he kissed back. Now, he knew every well that Jager was no friend of the cold. The boy had grown up in the South and had lived there until this move. But it was paying off. But he still couldn't help but think it was cute how the other always seemed so desperate for some form of warmth. It wasn't like Jaspar minded it at all. No, he did rather enjoy the other man basically clinging onto him whenever they were out in the cold. Yes, it did apply even if his behavior seemed to say something different. But Jaspar couldn't help it. Secretly, he had wanted other people to know that Jager was his and only his. Possessive, maybe. But it was part of that self-conscious string that shifted through him every single day. And maybe he didn't really mind kissing Jager in the front of his car in a public place. If he was more outgoing, he wouldn't have minded it at all. Yet again, this was Jaspar we were talking about. More times than not, he cared far too much about what others thought. After all, he didn't want to be shown off as rude and disrespectful. His mother had taught him better than that. But feeling those butterflies in his stomach, or sparks, or whatever they were, run through him, he couldn't help but to push against those lips. His only distraction was the words the other muttered against his lips. This may have caused a small chuckle to fall past his slightly chapped lips. "Some place warmer th-than this car." Like the other, his lips moved against the pair on his. And again, he pressed their lips together. It wasn't for long though, not when his mind kicked in they did really need to keep going on.

He pulled away from the other, removing Jager's hand from his neck and scarf. A cold air replaced where the fingers once were, but he didn't ponder about it. If he were at all honest, he would very much have liked to be laying in their bed back at home with the house all too their selves. There were very few times where they were completely alone, or where there was a silence to enjoy. Sure, at night when the kids were asleep, but it wasn't the same. There was always the worry that one of them would wake up from a bad scream. Or there would be a peeping head in the door way. But he also knew that a steady life of work, kids, and bed wasn't all good. They were still relatively young, and they had no real reason to not go out a whole lot. Sure, work got in the way sometimes; more Jager's than his own. And then there was the kids. But Jaspar's mom was always available. Unless she actually was able to place a role in some independent film maker's movie. And there were the dinners and occasional shows they would go to. Some were brought on a random thought, or they had been planned out. None of them had really been a surprise. At least, not from Jaspar. There had been a few nights were Jager and come home from work and told Jaspar to gather the kids and to get ready out of the blue. Now, it was Jaspar's turn to do the surprising. And he was going to have fun while he was at it. And possibly after that as well. It might have also been possible that as soon as the thought of Jager's face when they got to their final destination may have played a toll in the smile over his lips, the one holding back the laugh that would have come out if he were alone.

His hand reached out and grabbed onto the handle of the door, pulling on it some to open the car door. He made sure that he had everything he needed, pulling out the car keys and placing them into his pocket, before he got out of the car. The cold wind hit him as he got out of the barrier of the car. Being near a lake never made the weather any better. Unless it was summer time. The cool breezes always were refreshing when you were spending the day out in the sun. Unfortunately, it was winter and cool breezes weren't needed. But they would be inside shortly and away from the wind. His hand reached up, adjusting his scarf a bit as he walked to the front of the car and waited for Jager to join him. And this may have been the part where he was doubting whether this was a good idea or not. Sure, when he had thought of it and discussed it with his mother, it had seemed it. But he was always the one that second guessed himself. Those teeth latched on to his lip, nervously as his fingers fiddled through his hair. This was one of those moments were Jaspar wished that he was just a bit different, where he could make a decision and then almost back out of it at last minute. But hey, it had been twenty years and there was no changing that. Part of him had learned to accept that, but there was always the part that still questioned the what ifs. Though, it was really impossible not to at times. Everyone did it after all. After all "the grass is always greener on the other side", right? That's what they say at least. Jaspar didn't really believe that though. If he was really able to think about it, he didn't to see what his life would have been like without Jager in it. With the way the two were usually stuck together like glue, he didn't think he would be able to live without it.
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[JAGER THANE OZWELL]

He’d always loved the idea of him having a family that lived in some big house in the center of a suburb in some city that was comfortable to his family’s needs. Jager did have that fatherly type will power when it came to first meeting other people that lived around them. That’s how the Ozwell’s had been introduced; as a family. As must as Jaspar hated it, he was more of the mother in the relationship. It wasn’t like the twins viewed it differently, either. Jager had only given them a small hint as to what they were supposed to call Jaspar. Besides, Jager knew under all that false glaring and scowling, Jaspar really didn’t mind. The boy had been good with kids since he had Misty and now that they had a family, it seemed like his bond with children grew. Once their relationship had started, one of Jaspar’s main concerns was that Misty wasn’t going to accept that Jaspar was bringing in someone knew. Jager understood that. After all, Jaspar’s only intention was to keep Misty safe and happy. But now, as he thought back to his first time meeting the little girl in the park with her father (who had been playing with Barbie’s), it seemed like it was far too long ago. All their concerns had been pushed aside when Misty had taken to Jager immediately. It seemed like he was written into the family before he had even thought about marrying Jaspar. But then, he got the idea; spoke with Jaspar’s parents (his father mostly) and had struck the deal that they would be married. It all came down to reality when Jager finally worked up the ambition that autumn day and before he knew it, they were married a few short months later. Time passed like the careless flow of snowfall Chicago was so infamous for. Jager wasn’t so aware of the time as he was of the snow, but there was the constant reminder any time he got the chance to glance at what exact day it was or a calendar of some sort. Summer had came and went and then autumn had swept the city before winter was breathing down it’s neck. It felt like they were frozen in the periodical era of winter. Of course, that could just be his strong dislike toward the season speaking through his thoughts.

So Jager might be coming off a little strong as they sat there in the front seat of the ‘family’ car. He knew Jaspar always got a good laugh out of the way he just loathed the cold winter brought with it. Could you blame him? For someone that was raised in the center of the dry heated south, he was just not crafted for some place like Chicago during winter. Even the summers felt like a breeze to Jager. But considering Jaspar’s past and where his came from, he’d have just about the same problems in Houston as Jager had in Chicago. He got pale in winter. No one that was originally born in the deep south should get pale during winter, no matter how long they’ve lived out of place. Besides the trip they’d taken to Mexico just a few months back, Jager was determined to get Jaspar to go down to Houston for at least a week. He’d pack up the kids and they’d go rent a house somewhere. Just for a week. Nothing more. Chicago was the desired place that he did want to be, but it would still be able to escape winter’s cold grasp every year. The idea furnished within his thoughts; momentarily distracting him from the clash of plush, warm lips against his. It wasn’t exactly fair the way Jaspar was warmer than him when the boy was like a twig. Jager had muscles covering strong bones and he still couldn’t deal with the rigid cold that shook his entire frame. He scoffed the moment their mouths pulled apart and the cold air waved against his face. Jaspar’s answer wasn’t exactly informational, but due to how hard the boy had worked to keep this… thing a surprise, he wasn’t too shocked. Jager eagerly fell back into the passionate lock of lips the couple had been sharing just moments before. Right as his fingers were being to thaw from their deep freeze, Jaspar had to pull away and take away the central unit of Jager’s desired heat. A whine instantaneously surpassed his lips and he sent those soft chocolate eyes up at his husband with his lower lip jutting out in a pout.

No matter how hard Jager tried, it didn’t seem like he was about to win against the battle of hot and cold. So, the veteran moved his stiff limbs to maneuver out of the car that made him feel like a clown. It was common for Jager to have difficulties with his height. The boy unfolded from the passenger seat and stood up. His arms lifted above his head and stretched out the sore muscles. The layers of fabric covering his stomach crawled up to display a rather tasteful patch of dark, tanned skin. The cold instantly attacked the exposed; sending a chill spiraling down his spine. Jager shuttered and instantly shuffled closer to Jaspar. His arm slung around the boy’s waist, dragging him into his side and keeping his heater tightly pressed against his body. Jaspar wasn’t exactly short, either. Out of most of the people Jager knew, Jaspar was the closet one that almost reached the same height. It still didn’t matter. The difference was still obvious. But Jager’s ego didn’t mind that at all. He was constantly spotted in a crowd of people; towering over most and still sticking out among the tallest. His height (and previous war skills) were important for the job he had. Sure, a strip club bar tender didn’t seem that dangerous, but with some of the disrespectful, rude perverts the place got, Jager was their number one bouncer. As much as Jaspar despised his job, Jager actually liked it. He wasn’t exactly older than a lot of the people that populated the place, so it made it easy for him to gain friends in a place he usually would have singled himself out. Plus, it paid good money and his schedule wasn’t too hard to work with. He still got to spend plenty of time with his family and those few night he got to spend with just Jaspar were even better.

Spotting out the nervousness that seemed to easily spread across his lover’s beautiful face, Jager leaned down and pressed his lips to the soft, smooth front of Jaspar’s forehead. His eyes closed just briefly and his breath seemed to warm the cool skin that was placed under his lips. His hand gave Jaspar’s boney hip a gentle squeeze, hoping it was enough to reassure the other that he was up for anything that he had to offer. Of course, Jager’s reaction wasn’t exactly going to be great, per say, but at least it wasn’t going to be a complete mess. Or, it could be something entirely different.

Weaving through the crowds with his arm still securely wrapped around Jaspar’s thin waist, he followed the other to one of the attractions that was (thankfully) placed inside a building. When the doors opened though, the temperature didn’t show much of a change, let along give as much as a tiny hint to what Jaspar had in mind. The dull overhanging light made the flash of fear strike through Jager from a memory that didn’t belong in his thoughts at that given time. He closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that they were safe and he didn’t need to protect Jaspar from anything. They were in Chicago. Not some abandoned warehouse broken from the attack of war surrounding the desert scene. They weren’t in the middle of some waste land and they weren’t about to be attacked from some enemy. They were safe. They were home. His eyes opened again and his hold on Jaspar loosened from the near clutch he had previously had. Jager’s dark eyes quickly switched to the surface of his husband’s face. He didn’t seem too affected by Jager’s sudden impulse, so he ignored the conscious thoughts shallowly running through his mind. The boy swallowed and followed after the other as he was lead through the entrance gate.

Now, he could make out the reason why the attraction was built with a roof. His eyes gazed across the level sheet of ice centered in the venue. His feet instantly glued to the floor and his jaw slacked as he stared out at the floor. Jager Ozwell was not meant to have blades put on his feet and to be pushed out on ice. He could tell by the end of this date, his ass would be hating him for a different reason. Snapping his jaw shut, he turned his stiff neck to center his eyes on Jaspar. “Ice skating?” His voice was a little less than… pleasant. Of course, Jager wasn’t going to refuse. He’d do it, just for Jaspar. But if he heard one peep of a laugh from the boy, he had every right to pout and remain from his loosened height on the floor of the rink. His eyes switched back over to the area, focusing in on some of the other people that were currently occupying the ice. He sighed softly; shoulder slouching and ego taking a slight bruising as he turned those pursed lips back to Jaspar. “I’ll do it. But if you laugh at me,” he gave a pointed look, making sure his expression was serious. “I have every right to sit in the same spot I fell and keep my ass there until you’ve had your fill of ‘watch Jager fail’.”

The boy started stepping forward again, dragging himself along to the counter to get their skates. Naturally, Jager’s pout-set lips were turned down in a slight frown as he felt the unstableness of his legs. When you were as tall as he was, you never wanted to be unstable on your feet. It was a long fall.

Once they had everything set to go, he waited at the edge of the rink with is teeth rolling between his teeth. Those chocolate eyes stared down at the slippery surface before him; blades ready to touch against the ice the moment he stepped forward. Well, Jager wasn’t exactly ready. He sighed softly to himself, closing his eyes briefly to try and gain back any ounce of confidence he had had once he had finally figured out what they were going to be doing that day. He opened them again, searching for the connection of Jaspar’s for any sort of reassurance..

STATUS finished.
WORD COUNT 1,806 words.
NOTES oh jager.
MUSIC fear of flying by a rocket to the moon.

[JASPAR GEOFFREY OZWELL]

MORE TIMES THAN NOT, JASPAR FOUND HIMSELF SURPRISED BY SOMETHING THAT HE would do. Especially when he was around Jager. The boy brought out so much in him, it was almost frightening.Before Jager, he had just been the shy quiet boy who wandered off on his own. And, well, not much has changed since then, but now he wasn't on his own. Now, it seemed that he always had the other boy attached to him. No, he didn't really mind it at all. If he were to honest, Jaspar enjoyed Jager's presence. The boy was his everything, and that should probably scare him. It didn't. He was completely happy, and he wanted nothing more. Well, as long as Jager was. Having his own self be happy and not the other seemed unfair. Jaspar didn't want to bring Jager down. If he were to confess everything that went on in that mind of his, he could admit that Jager deserved so much more than him. Jaspar was nothing, and the older man had so much potential to just be something without Jaspar being there. But at the same time, he might have been too selfish to actually let the boy go.

Nervously, he bit down on his bottom lip as he looked over at Jager, waiting his reaction. And maybe he could have laughed a bit.
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RESERVE JAGER OZWELL. COUNT 2,042. LYRICS UNDER THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, EMPIRES. BANNER EDITING BY MARY JANE. TEMPLATE MARY JANE. COMMENTS EH. NOT THAT GOOD. BUT IT'S DONE. AND LOL AT MY TWO POSTS BEING THE SAME LENGTH.

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