Jasper raised an eyebrow at Moonlight’s comment. In twenty years, he would be fifty, but still look like his twenty-something year old self. He’d always look twenty-nine, for the rest of eternity or until someone shoved a stake through his heart, whichever came first. Jasper grimaced slightly, but wasn’t really sure what to say to the young man across from him. He himself was still coming to terms with his elongated lifespan, his lack of ever aging, and all the other mojo that came with being a vampire. Like would he have to move around, or could he just compel the humans around him so he could stay forever? How long before his friends and family started to notice the fact that he hadn’t aged?
A soft laugh was wrangled free from Jasper at Moonlight’s comment, enjoying the young man’s way with words. “Something like that,” he said mildly, taking another swig of his coke and finishing his sushi roll, munching on it thoughtfully, studying Moonlight with frankness before smiling mischievously. “Why? Wanna exchange numbers?” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “I could study you up close,” His expression heated with his suggestion, a half-smile on his lips. That would make Rafe very happy with him, too, which was always a bonus. But aside from the fact that the kid tasted vile, he smelled divine and while Jasper had bed ‘more considerate lovers’ (as he’d said to Fig) he felt like Moonlight had a lot of promise. He wanted to tap into that.
It was only a matter of time before his Master had the information he desired about the anti-mage, and Jasper desperately wanted to be the one to bring that information to Rafe, to earn his Master’s praise and feel less like the lost fledgeling floundering and causing issues. Not that he thought Moonlight would make his job any easier, but flirting was fun, and maybe they could fuck in a changeroom. Jasper’s half smile grew into a wicked little smirk, looking up at Moonlight from under his lashes.
A soft laugh was wrangled free from Jasper at Moonlight’s comment, enjoying the young man’s way with words. “Something like that,” he said mildly, taking another swig of his coke and finishing his sushi roll, munching on it thoughtfully, studying Moonlight with frankness before smiling mischievously. “Why? Wanna exchange numbers?” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “I could study you up close,” His expression heated with his suggestion, a half-smile on his lips. That would make Rafe very happy with him, too, which was always a bonus. But aside from the fact that the kid tasted vile, he smelled divine and while Jasper had bed ‘more considerate lovers’ (as he’d said to Fig) he felt like Moonlight had a lot of promise. He wanted to tap into that.
It was only a matter of time before his Master had the information he desired about the anti-mage, and Jasper desperately wanted to be the one to bring that information to Rafe, to earn his Master’s praise and feel less like the lost fledgeling floundering and causing issues. Not that he thought Moonlight would make his job any easier, but flirting was fun, and maybe they could fuck in a changeroom. Jasper’s half smile grew into a wicked little smirk, looking up at Moonlight from under his lashes.
