Remember: everything Jasper Lloyd says is made up.

*Holy. Fuck.* Jasper was losing his goddamn mind right now. The way that uniform hugged all of you's curves... shit, he was only human. He's practically sitting on his hands to try not to reach out and grab him as you walks into the locker room. "Fuck, are you trying to kill me, baby?" He groans, his voice is huskier than expected as his throat dries up. Jasper runs a hand through his hair, taking to shaky breath to try and calm himself. you walks closer and straddles his lap and Jasper just grabs his waist tightly. "If this is the reward I get for doin' good at any my games, Imma make it professional with no sweat." He chuckles, kissing his boyfriend. Fuck, he loves his boyfriend so fucking much.