merrilywe | happy, happy fools

( a few thoughts run through his head at this time: should he be jealous? is it weird that he isn't jealous? should he be jealous? neon's not dumb - well, oftentimes he's far from it except when it comes to jasper. the man is good at what he sells and for a second, neon gets swept up in the imagery. the sexy, weeb imagery.

still, he remembers to wander around the spot, taking photos, sometimes getting the photographer in the shot so it gives a full BTS vibe when jas inevitably publishes these on his socials.

neon is unusually quiet through the entire thing, not even bothering to throw in a snarky comment or a joke here and there. it doesn't feel appropriate, not when this is jasper's work.

he grins and opens up the gallery for him, handing the camera over. ) Hope they're good. I can take more of you solo later if you wanted.

[ jasper hums quietly as he flips through the gallery, nodding a bit at some of the shots. they're good enough, as far as he's concerned. he's not as picky about the professional quality, has no reason to be. it's not like he's bren with his pocket-photographer boyfriend.

his eyes lift at the offer and he ponders it for a moment before nodding with a grin. ]

We should definitely do some shots before the rave, then, because the makeup'll get all fucked up after that.

[ jasper has the brief, insane thought of setting the camera up while neon rides him, and he has to quickly dash that against the rocks before it can spiral out of control and become an actual suggestion. ]

We'll get the tripod set up.

[ he reaches up and toys with a little bit of neon's hair. ]

Style the hair and crop the picture just right and you'd look like Ulquiorra from behind.

( neon looks at him like he's actually gone insane, head tilted, eyebrows raised until they disappear under his hair. )

I signed up to be your booth bitch, not a participant in weeb fantasies, baby, ( he reminds him playfully with a little sideways shake of his head. he'll do pretty much whatever jas asks of him, but he will hesitate to participate here.

look. while he knows he's sexy, he can't compare to the buff and chiseled types he's seen around. it's just not the same.

neon snorts. ) You don't have a costume for me anyway.

It was just an idea. I was only gonna shoot you from behind, like whenever I convince Bren to stand in for two minutes.

[ jasper reaches up and brushes his fingers back through neon's hair with a grin, tugging a little bit at the strands. they may be fully in public, surrounded by people who very much know who he is, but that's not gonna stop him.

unless neon tells him to cut it out. that'll stop him. ]

Come on, we have time to wander around before Bren herds us along like a pack of feral kittens. You wanna go wander the dealers' room or anything?

Mm, yeah. I wanna look at that fantasy goods place again.

( neon can always tell when bren's agreed to make an appearance because he's always the most careful of any of jasper's partners. the thought makes him smirk, though he's still giving the suggestion some consideration. especially since that hair fiddle was cute, thanks. especially since the thought of helping him sounds kind of ... nice.

he grins, coyly tilting his head to the side. )

If you wanted to fuck me in this cosplay, you could've just told me, ( neon teases with a little wink. he knows that's not what jas actually meant, but he may as well make light of it for his own sake. )

[ jasper lets out a laugh and loops an arm around neon's shoulders before he starts walking back up to the convention proper, dragging him along. he tilts his head sideways and drops his voice to a low murmur. ]

Not what I was thinking of, but the thought of maybe filming ourselves a private little tape had crossed my mind. Something to chew on for another time.

[ maybe several tapes. jasper's willing to be they look really good together.

he steps inside the building and leads neon toward the dealer's hall once more, stopping occasionally to take pictures when people come up to him. ]

Oh..

( not that kind of 'oh.' well, maybe that kind. but neon doesn't have enough time to react when a girl with a camera asks jasper to pose and she hands him her business card with her instagram on it. neon stands by dutifully, holding the bag, even occasionally taking the photo when a cosplayer asks to pose together.

he can't help but think that this is exactly what ry does when bren's on the floor himself and it makes his stomach ache. and not even in a bad way. )

I'll think about it. What you said, ( neon finally murmurs when they start browsing, stealing a glance up at jasper before concentrating on the goods in front of him. )

Yeah?

[ jasper's arm continues to go around neon's shoulder as they walk, dropping back there after any time they get stopped for a picture. he turns his head and leans in to press his lips against neon's ear and dropping his voice. ]

We should set something up when we get home, then. Just to try it out.

[ because like anything else, if they don't like it they just won't do it anymore. but they have found very little that they don't like, so maybe it's a moot point. ]

Yeah. ( he looks up at him and grins wide enough to show off his little whiskers. ) We can do that when we get back.

( he feels giddy. most of the stuff that he wants up doing with jasper tends to be spur-of-the-moment stuff with the occasional and integral discussion concerning consent. he's never been cool as a cucumber and has trouble hiding how excited he is for a potential new kink to explore.

is it stupid that he wants to him there? maybe. so he doesn't. maybe he'll just continue preening whenever the occasional fan casts him a judgy glance. pissing people off a little has always been fun for him.

in a particularly crowded area, he presses a hand against the small of his back so they're not separated. ) We should probably get to the next thing, hm?

[ it's true, they don't plan things. but also, this is how they never really figure out something new to do. or at the very least, how they never agree to the terms and conditions, as it were. so the thought of maybe planning a little something ahead of time seems...

bold, somehow. very unlike them.

he nods and pulls his phone out of his bag as he steers neon toward the exit of the show floor so he can shoot a text to bren to let him know they're on their way. ]

Not much left to do until the night's festivities.

[ he tips his head to the side and grins. ]

We'll have a fair amount of spare time before we eat to take those pics and then it's just my panel and the smaller rave after. Too much shit to do tomorrow so I guess [ dramatic sigh ] I'll just have to put you through the mattress tonight.

Wow, what a terrible fate, ( neon deadpans with a wrinkling of his nose. the urge to kiss him still hasn't dissipated. for some reason, the tension between them seems thicker. maybe it's because this is all very much outside their usual haunts - his room, the couch, the hot tub, even the bathrooms of some of the clubs they frequent. all familiar.

all of this is new to neon and he feels kind of ... grateful to be pulled into this part of jasper's world.

he takes his hand again after walking around under his arm. )

You know, it's okay if you're too tired to fuck, ( neon finds himself saying as they head over. ) God knows that I want to, but I'm also cool with just ... chillin'. It's hectic here.

If Bren can find the energy to get dicked down by Ry during a convention weekend, I sure as shit can muster up the energy for you.

[ that... sounded somehow sappier than he intended for it to. jasper squeezing neon's hand probably didn't help anything.

whatever, it's fine. ]

And more than that... I want to. Like, really fuckin' bad. Don't know if you've noticed this about me, but I kinda thrive off of the attention.

[ that's said with a jest because of course that's been figured out. ]

Had no idea. ( neon laughs. he leans in not to kiss him but to bump his forehead against his shoulder in an attempt to show him something and not mess up anything he's got on.

he doesn't protest - not that he ever would protest having sex with jas, but he's seen how crazy the schedule can get and doesn't want to be a distraction in a bad way.

before they meet up with the rest of their gang, he makes a pit stop as they head out to finally buy that renfaire-esque saddle bag he had been eyeing for the past day. the meal passes somewhat uneventfully, full of laughs and jokes and maybe a little less side-eyeing from bren since they're all in high spirits. )

[ jasper keeps their fingers tangled together as they make their way to dinner, a fun meal out. it always makes him laugh during conventions, how the places nearest by are almost always filled to the brim with people in costume. he sits shoulder to shoulder with neon, only half paying attention as yuri regales them with stories and pictures from their day, giving everything a perfectly dramatic flair.

he pops fries into neon's mouth every other bite himself, still eating a lighter fare than he usually would--but nibbling off of other plates as he goes, just so he can get a little grease.

when they make it back to the hotel room the first thing jasper does is drag neon in for a kiss-- made just a little bit awkward, because of the bone on his face, but he's doing it anyway. a happy rumble echoes through his chest as he pulls away. ]

Been driving me fucking insane not getting to do that.

( at some point, bren had gotten into a conversation with a confused elderly couple getting their dinner, cheerily explaining the convention and what he was wearing. they had asked for a photo of the three of them and neon had been more than happy to oblige.

it's just ... fun. actually wholesome fun, the kind he knows people like bren and finn enjoy the most. neon can't deny its benefits because as greedy as he has become for jasper's time, he's just as happy to spend these moments with their friends.

of course, it's a different story when they're back in the room and neon's trying to make out with jasper-with-bone-prop. he exhales hotly against his lips and flashes a wild grin. he whines, ) I've been wanting to kiss you since you finished that shoot, man. Being good is hard.

[ a pleased rumble rolls through jasper's chest and he laughs, nipping at neon's bottom lip playfully before he pulls back. ]

Proud of you.

[ he ducks his head and scrapes his teeth along neon's neck next, latching onto the skin to leave a nice bruise behind. there's a certain sadistic pleasure in doing this, right now, with the knowledge that neon can't do anything to him back. ...well he could, and jasper probably wouldn't stop him, but he'll bitch about having to spend extra time on his makeup. ]

What kinda reward you want, babe? Hm?

( he slides his arms around jasper's shoulders, draping them there casually so he can steal another kiss, a little tamer this time. ) Mmm, lemme think about that and get back to you.

( says a man whose whiskered smile says he clearly knows what he wants. but he reaches down and pats jasper's ass instead. and maybe give it a little squeeze while he's there. )

Let me get some photos of you first before we do anything. ( restraint? from neon? who knew? he pulls the camera case out of the bag and begins unwrapping it while trying to tidy up one of the beds in an attempt to make it presentable. )

If you pull the curtain open a little we can still get some good sunset light.

[ jasper groans, petulant and whiny, as neon pulls away from him to get out the camera. he's right, of course, but that makes it even worse. how dare he be right.

he's half-hard as it is, which is going to be great for the pictures but terrible for him specifically. jasper moves to the window and starts fussing with the curtains, aiming for the perfect beam of light on the bed before he moves toward the mirror.

there's adjusting that needs to happen. jasper starts tugging down on the pants a bit, shifting them and the straps of his underwear down so that more of his hips are exposed, that strip of lower stomach just before anything is exposed, and he flexes a few times in search of his adonis belt before he huffs. ]

Hold on.

[ don't mind him, he's just gotta use the edge of the bed to do some quick pushups and tricep dips to bring out the definition. once he's satisfied with what he sees he heads to the made bed and sits down on the edge of it to lean back on his hands, giving the camera (read: neon) a sultry (and slightly unhinged, because he's in character now) gaze. ]

Ready.

( he turns off the other lights in the room, leaving only the bathroom on as their only indoor source. finn had done that yesterday with bren and the results were pretty dramatic. not bad for a couple of amateurs.

jasper's in the middle of fixing his pants with neon returns and he stares unabashedly once more, chewing on the inside of his cheek because he's trying very hard not to jump him. neon's actually completely silent as jas gets pumping, maybe occasionally fixing the camera settings but otherwise standing compeltely still. okay, he can get used to this.

damn, he's good at this. )

Great.

( swallowing, he pulls up the desk chair and plops down, thinking about the viewer (y/n) perspective. he gets a few shots from that angle before slowly standing to crowd jas in, grinning from behind the camera. )

Alright, gimme more come-hither.

[ there goes that charged air again, electricity crackling around them as they interact through a camera lens. jasper bites down on his bottom lip and tilts his head as he gives neon (the camera) his best fuck me gaze.

and then he shifts a bit, shrugging the jacket off and tossing it out of frame before he hooks his thumb into the waistband of the pants and pulls down, down just enough that the shape of things becomes pronounced without being visible. ]

Better?

[ his lips twist into a grin and he tosses his head back for a few more shots before he falls onto his back and motions for neon to come climb on top of him. for more of those first-person shots, of course. ]

Much.

( damn that's sexy. neon's always understood the appeal of anime boys - he'd known he was interested in pretty much everything since he was maybe 10 years old - but it had never especially been a turn-on for him. watching jas adjust his outfit to look ten times sluttier has neon twitching in his pants.

maybe he's just into jasper as an anime boy. or maybe he's just into jasper.

hmm.

he's still careful taking these photographs, kind of reveling in the look-but-don't-touch thing they have going on right now, purposefully keeping his friend out of reach. at least until he's beckoned over and he slides out of his shoes to climb into bed again, straddling jasper's knees and pointing the camera down. )

You better charge your subscribers $100 per photo from this set, babe.

[ he can't help but laugh at that, the facade fading for a moment as neon gets settled down on top of him.

nice view.

somehow, neon holding the camera for him has jasper feeling spicier than normal, wanting to forego the rest of the pictures and just take. he wets his lips and lifts his arms up over his head in order to stretch his torso out. there's a subtle twist to his limbs that he knows shows off the definition of his arms a bit better and he tightens his stomach after expelling all of his breath. ]

Y'know you could take your pants off and just let your knees be in the shot.

[ grade A first person picture. ]

( it's downright sensual, watching jas move like that, the subtlest change transforming the photo. neon swallows again and is quick to capture it, how the sunset colors the photo, how he looks in the light, lightly squeezing the camera to remind himself of what he's meant to be doing.

he almost wants to be difficult for laughs, wanting to begin the process of unbuckling the bottom half of his split-knee pants. but jasper's too hot and he's too horny.

setting the camera aside, he shifts back to climb out of bed, unzipping his pants all over again. there's life stirring in his underwear once more and he lewdly sticks his tongue out at him.

the shot itself is pretty damn perfect, especially since neon takes jasper's hand to place it on his thigh. )

$200 for this one.

[ another laugh and jasper lifts an eyebrow. ]

Think your knees are worth a hundred bucks, huh?

[ jasper's hand slides up further, out of frame now, and he twists his hand to very gently cup neon through his boxers. he sucks in a breath as he does it and closes his eyes just a touch, chewing on the inside of his lip.

another shot for the record books. ]

On the floor.

[ he rumbles it, voice turning gravelly. he's not sure how many more pictures he can take. ]

Make it look like you're about to blow me.

[ jasper has plans to put his hardened dick to use, still without showing it. ]

My legs are beauties, thanks. Besides, I'm not even asking for a cut of the pay!

( that's all neon can joke about for now because he's immediately interrupted by a soft whine at the pressure between his legs. he isn't even sure if he got a clear photograph of that one so he takes a few more just in case.

what comes next sounds more like a command than a request and neon shivers at the sudden change. slowly, he pushes himself backward until his ( beautiful ) knees hit the floor and he rests his hand on the bed, snapping gratuitous shots of jasper's dick while still making sure to include the pretty long line of his body.

neon licks his lips and pushes his hand up his thigh, dangerously close without actually cupping him. anyone who knows him can immediately tell it's neon by the handful of bracelets on his wrist and the black nail polish on a few of his fingers. )

That's the money shot, baby.

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