#kanejsper

[sprnklersplashes]

if I could have a moment of your time....

kanejsper.

that's it.

[aneiria-writes]

Day 6 prompt: Hypothermia

By the time they dragged Inej into one of Kaz’s safehouses, she was shivering uncontrollably, her teeth chattering and her lips blue.

‘Inej.’ Her name was harsh in Kaz’s mouth, but Jesper knew well enough by now that was a sign he was shoring up his pain and worry. ‘Inej, talk to us.’

She turned unfocused eyes to Kaz. ‘’m tired,’ she mumbled, stumbling over her own feet. Jesper shared a concerned glance with Kaz. 

Inej never stumbled.

‘Well, sweetheart,’ Jesper said, guiding Inej gently towards the rickety bed shoved against the far wall. ‘I’m afraid you can’t go to sleep just yet.’

She was freezing beneath his touch, her clothes soaking, her hair wet, her skin clammy and cold. Jesper looked back to Kaz. ‘Any towels in here? Spare clothes? Anything we can dry her with?’

Kaz gave a sharp nod and turned to search through the dusty chest of drawers in the corner. Luckily this safehouse was an actual house, no matter if it was rundown, rather than a warehouse.

While Kaz searched, Jesper began undressing Inej, gently peeling the soaking clothing from her body. He talked to her as he worked, about any nonsense that popped into his head, asking questions to encourage her to talk. She replied dreamily, slurring her words, her limbs deadweight as Jesper pulled her arms and legs through items of clothing.

When Kaz turned back around, a threadbare towel in his hands, Inej was standing beside the bed, shivering in just her linen shorts and breast bindings. Wordlessly, Kaz handed the towel to Jesper. It was old, but clean, and that in itself was more than Jesper had hoped for.

‘Inej, sweetheart,’ Jesper said, waiting until Inej’s dark, dazed eyes met him before continuing. ‘I need to get you dry and warm, okay? I’m going to undress you completely now.’

Inej nodded slowly, and Jesper let out a breath of relief. It’s not like the three of them hadn’t all seen each other in different states of undress, but with Inej (and Kaz) it always depended on whether they were having a good day, or how physical they wanted to be.

Jesper started to unwrap Inej’s bindings, and glanced back at Kaz. He was standing very straight, his jaw set, his hands clasped protectively on the head of his cane. But, Jesper could see the tension in his gaze as her looked at Inej, and was willing to bet all his kruge that there was a maelstrom of emotion battling inside Kaz right now.

Jesper pulled Inej’s bindings free and spoke again. ‘Kaz, darling?’ Kaz blinked and refocused on Jesper. Jesper braced himself, knowing that what he needed from his partner was not going to go down well. ‘I need you to undress too, and get into the bed.’

Sure enough, Kaz’s eyebrows drew together in a scowl. ‘What on earth are you on about, Fahey?’

Ah good, the old surname only distancing trick.

‘Inej has hypothermia, Kaz. We need to warm her back up, and the best way is by sharing body heat.’

Kaz looked back to Inej in a panic. She was standing docile and sleepy, watching Kaz with a dreamy look on her face. Jesper helped her out of her linen shorts, and started to gently dry her off with the scratchy towel.

‘Why can’t you—’ Kaz started, his voice tight, and Jesper didn’t wait for him to finish speaking.

‘I will as well. She’ll warm up faster with both of us. Kaz, you know I wouldn’t ask this of you unless it was absolutely necessary.’

Kaz looked back at Inej, and over to the bed in the corner. ‘Fine,’ he muttered, and limped over.

Jesper focused on drying off Inej, trying to keep his mind focused on saving their girlfriend, and not at sneaking peaks of his very hot boyfriend stripping off in his eye-line.

Finally, Inej was dry, and as Kaz climbed gingerly beneath the moth-eaten covers on the bed, Jesper puzzled over Inej’s hair. He knew from experience her hair would take hours to dry, and in the end he just wrapped up her plait in the towel, keeping it from touching her skin and making her colder.

‘Kaz, you ready?’

Kaz just grunted an affirmation, and Jesper knew he couldn’t hope for much more right now. He gently steered Inej over to the bed.

‘She dry, she’s warm,’ he said, easily, as if it was information of no relevance. ‘And it’s Inej. You’re safe with her.’

Kaz didn’t reply, but Jesper hoped — knew, really — that his words had helped a little. He helped Inej sit on the edge of the mattress. ‘Inej, we’re going to get you into bed, to warm you up, okay? Kaz is already in there, he’s going to keep you safe. You’re safe, Inej, do you understand?’ She didn’t answer, and she was still shivering violently. Jesper decided it was more important to keep her physically safe, at the moment. ‘Okay, let’s get you warmed up, sweetheart.’

Jesper helped Inej get into bed properly, and Kaz didn’t hesitate when he reached for her, pulled her trembling body back into his. Jesper’s heart swelled with pride at Kaz’s bravery, but he didn’t linger on it. Instead he hurriedly lit a fire in the small wood-burner, then unceremoniously pulled his own clothes off, until he was naked and shivering a little himself against the chill in the slowly-heating room.

He climbed into bed himself. Inej and Kaz were both on their sides facing him, Kaz’s body cradling Inej’s. Inej’s eyes were closed, but Kaz’s eyes, beetle-black and bright, watched Jesper in the gloom.

‘You all right, love?’ Jesper asked gently, and Kaz gave a short nod. A second later he lifted the hand that was settled on Inej’s stomach, inviting Jesper’s touch. Jesper smiled at him, and shuffled closer, taking Kaz’s hand and snuggling up to Inej so they were face to face.

Inej was already a little warmer than she had been a few minutes ago, and she gave a happy little sigh, tucking her face into Jesper’s chest, her body relaxing in their arms. With a rush of relief, Jesper knew that, with him and Kaz warming her up, Inej was going to be fine.

In any other circumstance, this scenario would be the height of Jesper’s fantasies: Kaz and Inej, naked in bed with him, inviting his touch and his presence.

But although Jesper gave off the appearance of impatience and spontaneity, there were some things he was more than willing to wait for.

For Kaz and Inej, Jesper would wait forever if needed, and gladly.

Look ok, after yesterday I figured you all deserved a little treat 😘

[thewillowbends]

The idea of Kanej is VERY compelling, but I almost feel like I have to stan for Kanejsper because even if the two of them did hook up, there's no way they'd be able to get rid of Jesper that easily. He'd just show up acting like he was part of poly marriage being very chaotic somewhere around them. They'd be having some intense, emotional moment in the kitchen, and he's just in the background training Milo to take out the garbage or something. Eventually, they would just have to accept they weren't getting rid of him, like a flea you can't shake off.

[aneiria-writes]

Day 28 prompt: All-night movie marathon

It started innocently enough: with an all-night movie marathon.

Jesper’s idea, of course - when would his two best friends ever do anything remotely close to ‘fun’ or ‘relaxing’ otherwise? They’d pulled out the sofa bed in their living room — Jesper and Kaz were flatmates, had been for years now, and Inej stayed around so often she might as well live there — and made a kind of den, all blankets and pillows and stray pieces of popcorn that Kaz kept fishing out from their nest with a disdainful look on his beautiful face.

Kaz had propped himself up against the back of the sofa, supported by about a hundred cushions, so he could stretch his bad leg out to the side. Inej was next to Kaz, curled up like a cat with her back to him. Her gorgeous hair was pulled back into its usual long braid, and Kaz held it in his ungloved hand, stroking it idly as he watched the horror film — the third in a row — without so much as flinching when the murderer struck again, the screen spattering with bright red blood. Jesper sprawled on his back, one leg crooked at the knee, and his arm around Inej. She sighed happily and buried her face deeper into his neck. Jesper tried not to notice how her breath against his neck sent delightful shivers down his spine, or how her breasts pushed against his ribs every time she rearranged herself. Her boyfriend was right there, for Saints’ sake, and as much as Jesper loved Inej — loved them both, really, if he were being honest, and had done for far too long — he wasn’t willing to risk his greatest friendships by his inability to keep his lustful body and hopeless fantasies under control.

Instead he focused on the screen, the blood and gore, and not the delicate jasmine scent of Inej’s shampoo, or the long-fingered flex of Kaz’s hand as he played with Inej’s hair. It was all going perfectly well, thank you, until Inej lifted her head and looked straight into Jesper’s eyes. Her eyes were rich, velvety brown, wide and deep and warm. Kaz also had brown eyes, but his were the sharp dark brown of bitter black coffee, dangerous and cold.

‘Jes,’ Inej murmured, her voice husky from sleepiness. Jesper couldn’t help his gaze falling to her lips as she spoke, his name in her mouth an intimate thing, a kiss made up of the letters that made up Jesper. ‘Jes, would you kiss me?’

It’s quite possible Jesper’s heart stopped for a moment, after those words. At least that’s how it felt, when the next beat his heart took was too big and uncontrolled for his chest. He was staring at her, he realised, and his shock and disbelief probably painted across his features for both of them to see. Jesper’s gaze moved to Kaz without his express permission: he was braced, ready for the murderous glare that was no doubt waiting for him. Instead, Kaz’s expression made Jesper’s stomach leap like a drop on the highest rollercoaster. His black eyes had turned liquid, molten, like the burning heart of a volcano. They were eyes that demanded submission, demanded a sacrifice. Demanded Jesper throw himself off the safety of the ledge he clung to, basking in the heat without being burned, and into the fire that would turn him incandescent for a one glorious moment, before engulfing him entirely.

Jesper didn’t know what they wanted from him, beyond this one moment, safe and apart from the world in their sofa bed nest in the cradle of midnight. But then, Jesper had always leapt into the unknown, heart open. Tonight would be no different. He managed a small nod, relished the curl of a smile gracing Inej’s lips, before he reached out and gently stroked her cheek, her hair, pulled her in closer. He heard the hitch of her breath, in the moment before he claimed her mouth with his own.

She was everything he had dreamed: sweet, soft, Inej. Dangerous, he added as her teeth sank into his lower lip, tearing a helpless groan from his throat. A moment later, Jesper felt the softest, lightest touch on the hand he had curled in Inej’s hair. Realised, with an electric bolt of understanding, that Kaz — Kaz Brekker — was touching Jesper’s hands with naked fingers. Jesper groaned again, helpless beneath their combined touches, and pulled away, looking at them, desperate.

‘What do you want from me?’ he asked, already breathless. Jesper knew, had always known, that when it came to Kaz and Inej, he was already theirs, theirs, and he would give them absolutely—

‘Everything,’ Kaz growled, and Jesper fell, gladly, right into the burning heart of the volcano he’d worshipped for so long.