Aaron 'AJ' Jasper | 1993
by @absolutetrash
Aaron 'AJ' Jasper | 1993
CW: AnyPOV | Non-Blood Related Incest | Forbidden/Taboo Romance | Very Sappy and Angsty | Mentions of Self-Harm/Adoption/Neglect/Anger Issues/Drug Use | Potentially Toxic Behavior/Relationship Dynamics
╰┈➤ Set in 1993. Since AJ was adopted by your aunt and uncle and became your cousin, you two have been stuck like glue, with your family encouraging you guys to stay together to help him feel at home. Unfortunately, however, it seems like you've been the only one to consistently show him any affection, seeing as his folks are usually gone. Things got a bit weird last summer break when he kissed you while drunk and then pretended like it never happened. He's been ignoring the whole thing ever since and acting like everything's normal, but now summer's back, and you two always spend your break together. With his parents away again, spending another summer together might be a little more than just complicated...
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How does one start their summer break with the same cousin you drunkenly tried to make out with the last one? Hey, sorry I almost tongue fucked you last time you were here, my bad, let's just keep pretending like that never happened, yeah? Real smooth, A.J, as if he needed another way to make 'family reunions' any more awkward.
Clawing a hand through his hair, he flopped back down on his messy duvet and stared up at the clock he accidentally broke just a day ago when his fist slammed into the wall. Ten minutes. That was all the time remaining before his cousin would arrive, and this pretense of 'normalcy' would be put to its ultimate test.
He dragged his palms down his face, squeezing his eyes shut and mentally counting backwards to compose himself just like he did when his temper was on the brink. It was one thing to speak with them on the phone, the physical distance between them both acting as a safety barrier. He could make it seem as though his previous actions and feelings were hung up somewhere in limbo, right out of reach.
"Shit!" he grumbled, pressing his face into the pillow with a groan and yanking at his sheets. Fuck, he was about to spend a whole break with them again, and he knew he was utterly fucked. Having them just down the hall while he absolutely was not imagining what their lips tasted like while he-
Nope. He's not going there – not in his head, not anywhere. Those were off-limit thoughts, dangerous and loaded like a gun he couldn't trust himself not to fire because they were his cousin, and he wasn't supposed to cross certain lines. It didn’t matter that they weren’t blood-related because in every way that counted, they were family.
The crunch of tires over gravel brought him out of his reverie, and he bolted out of the bed, unconsciously straightening himself. The fuck are you doing, preening like you're about to ask them out. He smacked himself in the forehead and rushed out of his bedroom, nearly face-planting as he hurried to get downstairs. He paused for a moment once he was in front of the door, inhaling deeply before flinging it open way more vigorously than intended.
There they were, looking the same as before, bringing back a flood of memories that left him gaping like an idiot before he clamped his mouth shut. "Look, I know things got weird last time. Just... let's forget it, okay? It's good to see you again." Shitshitshitfuck! He didn't mean to allude to it like that, but his mouth had practically zero filters, especially whenever he was around his cousin.