Jason pushed through the large Marti Gras crowd alone, since he had gotten separated with his sister. He had lost her a while ago and they had already planned a meet up place if they should get separated so he wasn't all that concerned. He also knew she wouldn't be either. She was probably off somewhere else in New Orleans, blocks away from the parade by now.
The trip to New Orleans was a last minute one but once Thalia had her mind set on something, she pushed through until she got her way. Plus, it wasn't so hard since their rich dad could afford to buy them last minute round trip plane tickets.
He kicked aside pieces of food and beer cans and kept his eyes peeled for girls who would flash their boobs for a bead necklace or two.
His hunt for a flash of a tit distracted him from seeing what was in front of him. His foot collided against a large crack and his body propelled him forward.
This was it. He knew it. This place was packed with people. Once he was down, he'd probably get trampled to death.
A sudden grasp around his wrist stopped him from falling though and yanked him back up. "Whoa!" he cried once he realized how close he had come to hitting his head on the pavement. He looked behind him and glanced at his rescuer, surprised by what he saw.
He had a messy shag of black hair and paled skin. He was a scrawny thing which made Jason wonder how he had managed to stop Jason from falling. And across his face was a black, haunting mask with dark feathers that came out in different directions.
He recognized that mask.
"You were on one of the floats from an earlier parade," Jason said, pointing at the boy.
The boy rolled his eyes. "You're welcome by the way."
"Sorry man I just…" Jason mumbled back though he doubted the boy heard him. "Thanks," he said a little later. "It's a little crazy here."
"Your first time here?" the boy asks.
Jason nods his head and shrugs his shoulders. "It was my sister's idea. And she's not even here for the parade."
"And you are?" the boy asks, crossing his arms. He held the slightest smile on his lips as he looked at Jason.
Jason shrugs again. "Not really but I can't think of anything else to do. Just figure I'd walk in that direction." He points to where he had been walking towards earlier.
The boy's dark eyes squinted behind the mask. "That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. That way is Bourbon Street. The crowd only gets thicker." And as if to emphasize the point, some large man bumped into Jason as he tried to get closer to the floats.
Jason groaned. "Of course it is."
The boy smiled before grabbing onto Jason's wrist again. "Come on, I know a place where we can hang."
Jason couldn't help staring at the hand on his wrist before he was pulled through the crowd. When had he agreed to this exactly?
The boy expertly weaved through the crowds until it got smaller and smaller and soon the boy was pulling Jason through streets with far less people but still flooding with activity.
"Here," the boy said, stopping in front one of the many doors that lined the street. Jason looked up at the sign above the door that glowed in neon lights "Hades' Bar".
"As cool as this is," Jason said, his hand being dropped from the other boy's grasp who now used his free hand to put on the handle. "…I'm underage. And you look it too." Yes he did. Actually, the boy looked a little younger than Jason himself, though not by too much.
The boy laughed. "It's my dad's place," he said, beginning to pull the door open. "He lets me use the upper level for whatever. Some of my idiot friends are probably up there too. And my sister too."
He stopped opening the door, leaving it only half open before looking back and glaring at Jason. "If you touch my sister-"
"Whoa! Whoa!" Jason said, putting up his hands in defense. "Dude, I'm not like that. I won't lay a finger on her, I promise."
The boy narrowed his eyes at him. He was probably rethinking this whole inviting a total stranger thing. Jason could understand. There were quite a few freaks out in the world. Actually… he probably be rethinking taking an invite from a total stranger thing too.
But as the boy nodded his head and pulled the door all the way open and walking inside, Jason couldn't resist following right behind him.
The bar was filled with men and women, various members of both genders topless. Heated make out sessions were dotted throughout the bar while others played pool or were downing a beer.
Thankfully, the staircase was near the door and Jason was able to quickly leave the atmosphere and follow behind the boy.
When they were at the top of the staircase, they were in a narrow hallway with a door on both sides and one directly in front of them.
The boy made a move towards the one directly in front of them but he stopped suddenly as voices from the other side reached his ears.
"What's wrong?" Jason whispered, standing behind him.
"Someone… I wasn't expecting is here," the boy said, taking a step back from the door.
Jason turned his head to hear. "Come oooooooooon Bianca. When will my little play thing get here?"
"Get the fuck out of here Octavian! He wants nothing to do with you! Heck, no one does!" came a female voice and a sudden crashing and thudding beyond the door.
On high alert, Jason moved to enter the room and make sure whoever that girl, Bianca, was, that she was okay. The boy though lifted up his arm and stopped him, shaking his head.
"Fine I'll leave you stupid bitch," Octavian yelled back.
"Shit," the boy mumbled before grabbing Jason by the collar of his shirt and flinging him into one of the other doors in the hallway, squeezing in next to him before shutting the door.
They were in a tight closet and Jason could feel a mop pressed up against his back and his bare leg touching a cold metal bucket.
That wasn't the biggest problem though.
The closet was small so the boy was pushed up against him. Jason was so sure that he was more concerned with the asshole, who had obviously come for him, finding him than the fact that his front was pushed up against Jason's.
They heard Octavian open and close the door of the room he was in before stomping down the hall and down the stairs, muttering words to himself.
When Octavian was gone, Jason could hear the boy let out a breath of air.
"Sorry about that," the boy mumbled.
"Who is that?" Jason asked. "And why is he bothering you?"
"He's just this asshole named Octavian. Thinks he's got some sort of claim on me and won't leave me alone." He answered and against his side, Jason could feel the boy's muscles tense up. "He thinks he can just get me in bed whenever he wants."
"Oh," Jason whispered. He couldn't say more than that. Because at that same instant the boy's movements caused his side to rub against Jason's crotch and a shot of pleasure ran through him.
Curiosity was killing him though and he wanted to know more but settled with his embarrassed "oh" and moved to reach for the closet's doorknob.
He froze when he heard a slight whimper come from the boy.
Looking down he saw that when he moved, his own leg moved slightly and brushed against the other boy's own crotch.
He looked from the door's handle to the boy's face, which he can barely see since the light that flooded through the door's cracks was dim anyway but he could tell that the boy was looking back at him. He could also feel the other boy's heartbeat quicken since his chest was pushed against his own.
Jason breathed in for a second before he did what he felt was right.
He leaned down and kissed the boy.
The response was a muffled sound of surprise before he cautiously began to participate.
The kiss didn't last long and when Jason pulled away, he couldn't stop apologizing. He never did things like that. He didn't kiss people without their permission. He didn't do that to people he had just met.
But the boy quickly stopped his rambling apologizes by covering his mouth with his hand. The boy then opened the door of the closet and took them into the hallway. He was going to take him into the room where his sister and all those other people were, whose voices he could hear now. He was going to forget the kiss never happened. A pang of disappointment hit him hard and he stepped out of the closet behind the boy.
Instead of going towards the middle door, though, where all the other people were, the boy opened the other one and quickly pulled Jason in. The door shut behind him and he was plunged into darkness.
He then heard a click and a single light bulb hanging down from the ceiling turned on. Jason saw that he was in a bedroom with only a single bed in the corner.
His faced burned as he blushed and looked to see the boy who was standing shyly a few feet beside him. Jason couldn't help but smile at the suddenly flustered boy, especially since he was the one who had pulled Jason in there.
He reached over and turned the lock on the bedroom door, just in case anyone tried to get in, and smiled at the dark-haired boy. The boy smiled back before walking forward and crashing their lips together, pushing Jason against the wooden door.
Jason was immediately enraptured. He quickly brought his tongue into the action, caressing the boy's tongue with his own. He was an expert at this. He knew just the right movements and was proven right when the boy moaned.
This he knew how to do. As a high school sophomore, he'd had plenty of experience. Over the past couple of years he had made out with more girls than he could count. None of them were quite right for him though. Sure he wasn't the type to fuck-and-chuck (in fact he was still a virgin) and he did his best to minimize heartbreak.
None of those girls, though, could measure up to the excitement Jason felt know as he kissed this boy he didn't know. A boy whose face was still covered with a fucking mask.
The boy had a black T-shirt and jeans on with a large black belt securely weaving through his belt loops. Jason didn't know how far he was willing to go tonight, hell he didn't know if the boy wanted anything beyond kissing. Taking the boys shirt off shouldn't be too bad though.
Jason pulled back from the kiss and grabbed onto the front of his shirt roughly and fisting it before giving it a tug, grinning down at the boy before licking his lips as seductively as he could. The boy seemed to get the message before he reached down and started to pull the shirt up. But then Jason was struck with an idea.
"No," Jason said, pulling the boy even closer with the fist still clenched on the boy's shirt. He leaned in close to his ear, nibbling it a little at the top and licking the shell. "The mask first," he whispered into his ears. The boy took a sharp intake of breath before letting it all out in a moan which caused Jason's penis to twitch. He then reached forward and wrapped his two index fingers in Jason's front belt loops and pulled his pelvis forward, causing their slight erections to rub against one another.
"Do it," the boy whispered back. Jason then pulled away from his ears before kissing the boy's mouth once again. He grinded his hips forward and brought his hands up to tease the sides of the boy's face before slowly taking off the mask.
When the black mask was finally removed and discarded somewhere, Jason pulled back to look at the face of his current object of affection.
He couldn't really make out details in the dim light but he saw enough to realize how this boy looked both terrifying and beautiful at the same time.
"My god…" he whispered before kissing the boy again, their teeth clashing against one another. When he pulled back again, he roughly ripped the boy's shirt off and began to kiss down his chest. The other boy moaned and thrust up his hips, his hands burying in Jason's hair.
Jason bit down on the boy's chest when he saw fit and when he reached a nipple he couldn't resist taking one in his mouth and tweaking the other with his hand. His teeth scrapped against the nipple's tip and the boy hissed.
Satisfied, Jason continued to kiss down the boy's chest using his tongue to outline the abs he wasn't surprised that the boy had.
As he reached the boy's pants, moving to sit on his knees, he began to unbuckle his belt, his eager hands fumbling with the little clasp. When he finally undid the belt, he put his hand on the boy's button before looking up at the boy, silently asking for permission.
The slight nod was plenty enough for him.
Jason quickly unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped the zipper in one swift movement. He yanked down the jeans and was met with black boxer briefs that were doing a poor job of hiding just how turned on the boy was.
Jason kissed along the boy's pelvis just above where the waistband and poked his tongue out to tease the skin there.
Jason had never considered being with a guy before. In any way. But he had touched himself plenty of times and had discovered what spots liked when touched. That, paired with what Reyna had told him about all things sexual (she loved learning that kind of stuff), made Jason feel confident enough to not screw this up because, for some reason, he really didn't want to screw this up.
"Oh my god. Please. Stop all this fucking teasing," the boy said, thrusting his hips forward again.
Jason couldn't help but smile before obliging and grabbing onto the boy's underwear and forcefully yanking them down. Jason looked at the boy's member, a bead of precum on its tip, before taking it into his mouth.
Unfortunately for Jason, he had one hell of a gag reflex, and wasn't able to take the boy completely and used his hand to make up for the rest of the space. He used his tongue to circle around and caress the member before beginning to bob his head up and down.
"AH," the boy moaned, throwing his head back and thrusting into Jason's mouth. Jason held onto the boy's hips to steady them and continued his ministrations.
The boy was turned into a whimpering mess and his hands dug into Jason's hair again, yanking on the blonde locks.
Jason hummed and watched as the boy bit on his lip to try from screaming too loud. His sister was right next door. Sure the noise her and her friends were making plus the idiots downstairs probably drowned out whatever noises they made but you could never be too careful.
Jason then tried something a little daring. He moved his hands that were clasped on the boy's hips backwards until he was grabbing roughly on the boy's butt. The boy moaned again and seemed to be restraining himself from thrusting forward.
Then Jason took his finger and found the boy's hole. Once he began to tease with his fingers, the boy nearly shouted. "I'm… I'm gonna"
Jason hummed one for time before the boy unloaded into his mouth. Jason began to swallow the salty liquid before looking up from where he was kneeling. He smiled at the boy before lifting up his hand to wipe the edge of his mouth from a little cum.
"Oh god," the boy whispered. "Fuck me now."
Jason was surprised as the boy moved his hands from his hair and yanked Jason from his sitting position. He kissed Jason, using his tongue to move across Jason and no doubt tasting himself. God this was so hot.
The pair made their way over to the bed, Jason falling on top of the boy. "I'd love to," Jason said in between kisses. "But I don't have any lube and I really don't want to hurt you."
"Don't be so cautious," the boy said, before reaching underneath the bed and revealing a bottle of unscented, half empty lube. Jason looked at the already opened bottle and felt a little jealous. He'd used the lube before? Just how many guys did he pick up and bring into his little room? Was that Octavian guy one of them?
The other boy began to pull off Jason's shirt, since the boy was still dressed, and brought up his lips to kiss Jason's neck. Once Jason's shirt was off, the boy quickly moved to take off Jason's pants and used his knee to press against his erection.
The pleasure that shot through Jason clouded his mind. He wanted this. For some twisted reason, he wanted to pound this boy into the mattress. And he was going to do it.
As those thoughts swirled through his mind, his penis twitched demanded attention. As if reading Jason's mind, the guy then palmed Jason through his boxers, causing Jason to moan.
Jason kissed the boy's lips again, forcing him to lie down before sitting back up and putting his hands on the boy's legs and spreading them. The guy looked at Jason hungrily and soon Jason felt a rush to be inside the boy.
He squirted some of the lube into his hand before rubbing it between his fingers. He took the boy's legs and propped them on his shoulders, before beginning to prep the hole. He used his right hand and began to sink in his finger. The boy clenched around him and Jason resisted the urge to say how tight it was. An uncomfortable look crossed the boy's face and Jason couldn't help but feel guilty.
He used his free hand to then reach around and begin to fondle the boy's balls and rub the penis with his thumb. He continued giving the boy's dick attention until he could feel him relax and he began to move the finger in and out of the hole.
He added a second digit and began the "scissoring motion" that Reyna had told him about. He alternated between the scissoring motion and thrusting the two fingers in until suddenly he hit a spot that had the boy biting hard on his knuckle in order to keep from screaming out.
He took out his fingers and poured more lube into his hands, rubbing it onto his dick generously before pulling back a little and allowing the boy's legs to fall a little. He went up and kissed the boy quickly before he thrust his hips and he entered him.
The boy was clenching again and was in obvious discomfort. Jason continued to kiss him and took his member into his fist and began to stroke. Once the boy seemed used to the feeling, Jason began to move, aiming for the same spot as earlier.
Once he found it, the boy groaned loudly into Jason's mouth. Feeling successful, Jason quickened his pace, thrusting faster and faster until the boy was a whimpering mess under him. Jason also didn't neglect the boy's now fully erected cock, rubbing it up and down.
He could feel his orgasm building in his stomach and he quickened his hand on the boy's penis. "I'm-" he managed before he completely filled his partner. The boy cried in ecstasy and cummed for the second time that night in Jason's hand.
Out of breath, Jason slowly pulled out before lying down on the bed next to the boy and pulling him close. He wanted to say something. He wanted to tell him how amazing it had felt. He wanted to tell him how this was his first time. Hell he wanted to tell him what his favorite fucking color was.
But he kept his mouth shut and pulled the boy close, kissing the top of his head.
Then his phone went off.
Two weeks later, Jason was rushing down the streets of New Orleans. Desperately searching for the street where "Hades' Bar" was. He had googled the address but was terrible when he came to maps.
When he finally did find the address he was stunned to see that the neon "Hades' Bar" sign was no longer up. Instead the word "Finn's" was spray painted in black on a wooden board. He entered the bar, which was quiet since it was still during the day.
"Hey! You're too young to be here!" a gruff voice came from behind the counter.
"What happened to Hade's?" Jason asked, sneaking a peak at the stairwell he had gone up just two weeks before.
"The owner of the joint sold it and moved just after Mardi Gras," he explained.
Fuck.
"Do you know where?" he asked.
"Nah. That creepy guy kept to himself. Plus he hated this place. I'm sure he didn't tell anybody where he was moving."
Shit.
"Oh. Well thank you," Jason said, backing out of the bar.
"Yeah whatever kid," the man said, turning away from the door.
Once outside, Jason collapsed to the ground, not believing what he had heard. The boy had moved? He was gone? Just like that?
He pounded the sidewalk beside him. He didn't even get his name.
Jason didn't know why he was drawn to the boy or why he had gotten attached after sleeping together one night. Clearly the boy didn't care, since he failed to mention that he was moving as Jason had quickly gotten dressed that night, after getting a call from his sister saying they were going to miss their flight, and told him he'd be back.
But, for some reason, he still held deep feelings for him.
"Shit," he mumbled.