Jasper still did not have a shirt on, and alcohol had dried on his flesh. He had his hands shoved inside his sweatpants, staring mostly Kane but glancing a few times towards Jasmine who grumbled a curse word.

"Jamie," Jasper spoke, raising his eyebrows, "you know this is my room."

"You can change the sheets," she spat.

Jasper stepped towards them, crossing his arms, "It's literally my fucking room. You both can get out, and I can see your boobs so put your shirt back on."

"Nothing you haven't seen before."

"Wish I could un-see them, that's for sure." He heard yelp as she threw her shirt back on and pushed herself off from the bed. Kane did the same, his red droopy eyes seeing three Jaspers instead of one, and his face remained into a blank stare, causing Jasper to grow worried. "He's done," Jasper furrowed his brows, approaching Kane, "He's drunk as hell—you need to go to bed."

"He's fine," Jamie reached for his hand, "Kane, come on."

"No," Jasper pushed her hand away, stepping between herself and Kane. "Kane doesn't even like you—he wouldn't do this if he was sober. Kane, you okay?"

"Don't touch me," Kane swatted his hand away, Jasper taken aback when he felt his hand stinging from Kane's hit. Kane had already hit him once, and as much as he wanted to pound his face in for doing so, seeing him this drunk and unstable made him lean forward again.

"Get back in the bed," Jasper ordered, narrowing his eyes. "You're drunk and I'm not letting her take advantage of you."

"What are you even talking about Jasper—"

"Bye Jamie," he snapped, grabbing her shoulder and shoving her outside. She attempted to resist, but he was much stronger, and she stumbled out of the doorway, the door slammed in front of her face.

Kane was barely able to stand on his own, shifting his weight from leg to leg, attempting to at least maintain his focus on something, but the blurriness in his vision made it much more difficult. His eyes only lifted when he felt a palm on his waist, and he met the worried emerald gaze of Jasper. Kane could barely even keep his head up, and Jasper reached forward, gripping his chin with his fingers and lifting his head, forcing their gazes to meet.

Jasper was taller than him, much more built and with defined muscles that even Kane couldn't help but feel a bit frightened whenever Jasper's gaze narrowed. He peered through Kane's eyes, seeing a sudden agony flailing behind them, as if his drinking had been to numb himself. Jasper shoved him towards the bed, Kane collapsing onto his sheets, "Sleep. I'll take a shower and then join you."

Kane scoffed, "We don't talk, remember?" He attempted to pull away from him, but he realized the more he pushed, the more he himself backed up.

After a long pause from Jasper, he shook his head, "You're not actually upset about me not brandishing the fact that we fucked, right?"

"That's not what I said," Kane spat, "you can at least act like I exist."

"We were never friends, Kane. You hated me from the first time we met, I could see it in your eyes—"

"Well maybe I don't hate you so much alright?!" Kane stormed towards the door, "At least looking at me wouldn't hurt."

"You're not mad at me," Jasper shook his head, gripping Kane's wrist and shoving him back. "No, you're mad at Ava and Jay."

"How do you know about them?"

"I know everything. That little scheme you played with the hotel; you didn't expect Jay to actually tell Ava and that's what led them to start dating."

"You're a creep."

"No," he folded his arms, "I just do my homework." His ginger curls had darkened to brown since his hair was wet, and Kane couldn't stop eyeing the way each curl moved every time Jasper moved his head. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine—why do you care anyways?"

"Obviously I care," Jasper raised an eyebrow, "I don't just fuck anybody."

"You were licking girls all over the place tonight—"

"That's a different story, that's just for fun. Were you actually jealous of that?"

"No I was not!" Kane could already feel his entire face begin to sting, and he instead started to head for the door again, "I'm leaving, don't talk to me ever again."

"You were dancing with Jamie and about to fuck her in my bed," Jasper stepped in front of him, "but you're jealous of what I did?"

"Let me leave."

"She's going to take advantage of you, she doesn't seem drunk at all."

"That's none of your concerns."

"If you were sober I'd let you go but you're drunk out of your mind."

"I'm fine."

"Nope, you're not fine; go to bed."

"Don't touch me again, I swear I'll—"

"Listen," Jasper gripped Kane's jaw with both hands, making sure Kane could visually see all the emotions evoked behind his gaze. He held in his breath for a moment—revealing his feelings was never one of his specialties, and he loved storming through crowds breaking hearts of people who never mattered to him, or girls who would never make him genuinely happy. He wasn't sure how he felt about Kane yet, but there was one thing that was clear—the night that happened between them was a magic he wanted to relive again. "I like you too, alright?"

The sudden admittance made Kane's heart skip a beat, and for a moment, his droopy eyes appeared terribly sober. Jasper than leaned forward and placed his lips against Kane's, a gentle comforting peck that made Kane's entire body burst into fireworks. He wanted more, begged for more, but Jasper pulled apart before anything more could happen. "You're very drunk. I'm not that drunk and I'm not letting you make that mistake. Sleep it off, okay?"

When he felt Jasper's grip loosen, he stepped towards the bed and pulled the sheets, snuggling underneath them. He watched as Jasper searched through his room for clothes and a towel. "I'll be back in like ten—stay here, alright?"

When Jasper left the room, Kane closed his eyes and inhaled a sharp sent of Jasper's natural odour from his pillows. There was a slight hint of man after shave, but there was something that was simply him. A scent that reminded Kane of each layer of muscle he had witnessed begin to quiver under his touch. He righted the pillow around him, letting his mind fall into an abyss of dreams that he fell asleep within a few seconds.

He was awakened shortly after, and it was Jasper in boxers pulling the covers and snuggling beside him. Jasper heard Kane groaned as he turned away and distanced himself, and as he eyed the spikes of hair at the back of Kane's head, he began reaching forward. He pulled the hem of Kane's t-shirt slightly, and Kane flinched when he felt Jasper's warm fingers against his waist, snaking through to reach around him.

"Come here K," his low moans made Kane's body tingle. Kane felt his cheeks begin to flare, but he stayed quiet, focusing on Jasper's touch reach higher to right below his chest and then pull him backwards until Kane's back landed on Jasper's chest. "Are you comfortable?"

Kane gulped, feeling the rising and falling of Jasper's chest against his back, "Yeah."