Jasper:
Darien and I were sitting on top of the monkey bars, talking about music and people we've dated among other things. But then I saw the green gate swing open, and Ezra and Jayden walk in. My ears instinctively got hot, seeing as though I hadn't seen Ezra since we got partnered. They both came over, with Darien hopping onto the ground and walking away with Jayden.
"Hey. Did you have your session or something? It's been 45 minutes." I smirked, pushing my shoe at his hand while he looked up at me. "Yeah. We both did. I would have been here sooner..." I nodded, already knowing he would have been. "How was it?" I watched carefully, seeing his expression change into a frown. "Sucked ass, actually." I returned the frown, waiting for him to continue but when he didn't I spoke again. "How come?" He continued grasping my shoe, moving it back and forth as he hesitated. "Felt like an interrogation, y'know? She tried to get into everything she could even though we had just met." He was looking at the ground, but I nodded anyway. "Yeah. I hate those. Partly why I quit." He looked up this time, squinting his eyes a little bit from the sun. "...How much 'treatment' have you had? If I can ask...?" I shrugged, thinking back. "Uh, just in and out since I was about 11. I've had a couple of inpatient as well as outpatient." I studied his face, and noticed his gaze changed slightly when I mentioned my age, because everyone sort of has that small moment of pity.
"Oh. So part of this really isn't new, huh?" I nodded, keeping the atmosphere light. "What about you?" He gazed behind me, not looking at anything in particular. "I've had therapy since elementary school but I started inpatient when I was 14, on and off until I was 16. I've just been on meds for a while now." I nodded again, letting us sit in a short comfortable silence.
"Will you swing with me?" I was caught off guard from this question, sensing him trying to little me again. "...I haven't in years." I paused then smiled, "Unless I was high." He snorted, waving me off the monkey bars to follow him. I leapt off then went with him over to the swing set. We both sat, with him starting to slowly go back and forth. "C'mon, you're just going to sit there?" He raised an eyebrow at me, Causing my ears to burn. "Uh... yeah maybe." He jokingly rolled his eyes. "Want me to come over there and push you?" My smile faltered, this time my face also heating up as well. "Uh... not particularly." I was really hoping he wouldn't, and I glanced around the playground at the other teens, with only half of them actually running around playing with each other or their dom.
"It'll be fun." He started to slow his swinging, and I felt a sense of panic come over me. "No, I'm good." This time I let my face drop, sounding more stern. He seemed to understand I was serious, but that didn't stop him from standing up and walking behind me. Instead of pushing me, however, he placed his hands on the chains above mine, and leaned down to put his mouth beside my ear.
"What are you afraid of?" He whispered, with his breath going against my neck. I shivered, enjoying the feeling. I didn't answer, moving my shoes around in the dirt as I stared at my lap. Suddenly, I tightened my grip as I felt the swing slowly move backwards, feeling him step back behind me. "We'll start slow." I whipped my head around, giving him a small glare. "Don't you dare." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "I'll stop if you really want me to." I sighed, turning back around just as he pulled back again and let go. I lifted my feet, letting myself swing forwards and back again. When I reached his hands again, he gently stopped the swing, this time catching it where the chain met the seat, His hands brushing against my hips.
"S'not so bad." He said this in my ear again, to which I only smiled and shook my head to as I let him push the seat forward again. I let him push me a couple more times, each being slightly higher, but still not very far from the ground. "I remember I used to jump off every time when I was a kid. As soon as it got to the highest point." I said this, looking out ahead of me still. "Don't you fucking dare." He laughed this, but I could tell he probably meant it. "What, you don't think I can do it?" I smirked, looking back at him. "How many of those times did you get hurt when you were younger?" It felt as though he was getting increasingly more serious. "Uhh... like a healthy 60%. But it was part of maturing, if you think about it." I grinned, seeing him narrow his eyes with far less amusement.
As he pushed higher, I was getting more and more temped to just jump off to piss him off. "Ready? 3...2.." His eyes widened as he continued to push me. "Hey! I mean it, don't even try." I just gave him a cheeky smile in return. "Uh-huh...3..." This time he stopped the swing when it got to him, holding my back against him. His head lowered as he whispered in my ear, "Remember you have punishments now..." He gave me a smirk, to which I narrowed my eyes.
He didn't give room for a response, though, as he quickly pushed me forward again. I had to admit that I was curious what he would do if I did jump, mostly not feeling very intimidated. Not to mention how much it may have pissed me off. 'Fuck it,' I thought. So this time when he started to push me again I waited until I was a bit higher than before, " One!" I said as I leapt off, landing directly on my feet... right before my knees buckled and I skidded forward on the mulch. It honestly didn't hurt very much and I started laughing.
Ezra, apparently, didn't find it very funny. He bolted forward, kneeling beside me with a bothered expression. "Fucking asshole. What did I say?!" My smile mostly fell, as I stared at his almost angry face. "Relax. I'm not fucking hurt or anything, it's not that big a' deal." He sighed, narrowing his eyes at me. "Show me your knees." He gestured his hand at my legs, so I stood up and dusted them off, realizing there was blood staining through my jeans. He looked back up at me, giving me a small glare. "Let's get you cleaned up." He said it shortly, not leaving much room for argument as he stood up and I crossed my arms to follow him.
He led us over to Ms. Sammy, and explained to her that I fell, asking for a First-Aid Kit so that he could clean me up in the bathroom. After she gave it to him, he glanced at me and walked over to the boy's bathroom next to the green-fenced area, with me following in silence behind him. "Sit on the counter." I paused, but then decided I didn't want to test him much further and complied.
I suddenly felt like a little kid while my legs dangled off the counter as he rooted through the kit, an agitated silence between us. "Can you roll up your pants?" He seemed to be in a softer mood, and I hesitated before reaching down and rolling them up over my knees. I looked down, investigating the source of the blood, which turned out to be thin scraped lines scattered over the surface of each knee. I didn't react as I reached for one of the wipes from his hand, which he retracted.
"Can I clean you up?" He looked away from my knees and up to my eyes, with the same sincere expression that he had when he washed my hands the first time. I sat still for a moment, hand still extended, before slowly nodding and pulling my hand back. I sat in slight embarrassment as he patted the wounds before putting my hands behind me and leaning back patiently.
"Sorry if this is hurting. I'm trying to go fast." He glanced apologetically at me as he spread ointment over the cuts. "I don't feel much, you're good." He sighed, then stood up to look at me. "Why did you jump when I told you not to?" I blinked at his raised brow, deciding on what to say. "I knew I wouldn't really get hurt. I have a high pain tolerance... plus I'm not a little kid anymore." I shrugged at him, watching his expression shift at the last statement. If he was thinking something, he didn't say it.
Slowly, he leaned forward and placed his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of my thighs. I didn't break eye contact as I leaned forward slightly, waiting. "I'm not sure if you remember, but I did mention something about punishments..." I watched the ends of his mouth perk up, suddenly feeling a little nervous for some reason. "Hmm... M' not sure I do remember that..." I leaned farther forward, leaving our noses a few inches apart.
"Liar."Â He breathed this into my ear this time, making my heart beat stutter. Fuck. I stayed silent as he slowly reached his hands up to my waist, pulling me closer. "Are you a little fucking liar?"Â My whole body shuddered, and I could tell he felt it because he pulled his head back slightly, grinning. "I asked you a question." He reached his hand up, gently but firmly grasping my chin as he turned my head to look at him. "N-no..." Fuck that's embarrassing.
"Hmm... well I guess that's two punishments now..." he leaned back, surveying me. "What?" I questioned, wondering if he was serious. "One for disobeying me, and another for lying." He said this very matter-of-factly, making me frown. "Are you serious?" He looked at me, taking his hands off the counter to get some bandaids.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I sat there, silent, as I watched him gently stick the large bandages on top of my cleaned scrapes before nurturingly rolling my jeans back down. "Okay, all done." I was about to jump down, but then he placed his hands on top of my thighs, signaling me to wait. I watched as he leaned down to swiftly kiss the tops of my knees before standing back up, hands still in place. "Feel better?" He asked this jokingly, but it still made my whole face turn red with surprise, making him chuckle.
I was again still as his hands moved, one arm wrapping around the middle of my back, lifting me suddenly while his other arm swept under my ass, picking me up against him. "Ack! Put me down!!!" I had reflexively fisted his shirt in my hands, and he was quick to set me on my feet. "I was just putting you down, okay?" I looked at him, seeing he was slightly surprised at my protests before muttering an okay.
I was about to turn and walk back out of the door, but suddenly I felt my body being halted by a grasp on my hood. "Where do you think you're going?" I froze, spinning around to meet a mischievous gaze. "Back outside?" I was confused, thinking maybe he wanted to make out again, which made me smile. "Oh." I stepped forward, hooking my thumbs in his belt loops, slowly moving for our lips to connect...
"Oh, sorry, but not right now." I stopped smiling as he gently picked up my hands from his pants, wondering what he was thinking. "Oh... then what?" He narrowed his eyes, still smiling lightly. "You're not leaving here without your punishment, little boy."