This was requested to be a multichapter! So you might recognize the first chapter if you read my other story "just working out a few kinks." This will be a mature sexy fic with plot. Sex scenes are in this series so if you don't like that than please don't read it. Usually my stories are about 10+ chapters so please subscribe to my user or this storyline. Thank you and can't wait to read the comments! Unless you are a troll and leave nasty things for no good reason then I'll either delete it or ignore you ;)

Trigger warnings for this fic will be as follows

-blood

-dubious consent

-violence

-Sex!

-underage drinking and drug use

-possible self harm.

It took a half an hour to find my room, these boarding school dorms have to be the most confusing thing I've ever encountered. Transferring here in my sophomore year may not have been the best idea, everyone seems to know each other and their way around and no one wants to help the new kid. I got lucky when an RA was yelling at some guys for rough housing in the hall, he pointed me to my hall and room number. Opening the door I noticed the room was empty, though my roommate had already been here with his things... I think it's a him? They don't allow female roommates do they? Dropping my stuff on my bed I walked over to the claimed one. The blanket was black and pink with skulls on it, the desk was littered with make up and nail polish. Posters of half naked dudes were on the walls along with very artsy and thick books on the shelf.

The door opened as I examined one of the nail polishes on the desk, a sparkly black shade.

"Oh, I thought I finally was given a single. I assume you must have been a last minute enroll?"

Looking over I saw a short skinny boy that may have been prettier than any girl I had ever met. Raven hair straightened with an iron artfully, makeup that made him look ethereal, and jewelry hung off his neck and wrists brought into view by the paleness of his skin. Sheet white with an olive undertone, I couldn't stop staring. This was probably not the best time to question my sexuality and defiantly not with someone I would be sharing a room with all year.

"Do you speak English? I know like 4 other languages if you prefer. Damn I bet that's why they put you with me."

"No! No I speak English. I'm sorry I'm just... I'm tired."

"Well hello Tired I'm Nico. As you can see I'm gay, very gay. So if you have an issue with that I would suggest calling housing now so you can be switched. I won't room with some bigot." He said with a distaste in his mouth that made me realize that this has happened before.

"Sorry I'm Will, and I'm not a bigot. My father is Bisexual and in a relationship with a man so it's fine. This is my side right?"

Smiling he nodded, all the tension in his shoulders left. I started to unpack some of my things when he closed our door.

"Want a beer?"

I saw him go into what looked like a side table, inside the table was a small fridge packed with stuff.

"Yeah, I'll take one." He threw one to me and opened one for himself. We worked in silence sipping our drinks. I noticed him eyeing me every so often. I wasn't sure if he was checking me out or making sure I wasn't lying to him. After a long while we both had our areas set up and he asked if I wanted to order a pizza and stay in the room tonight, I was so beat by the end I couldn't even think of going down to the dining hall. I found a ten and handed it to him with just the word "pepperoni."

When the pizza got there we sat on my bed and watched a movie on my lap top as we ate, in between bites we started to finally talk.

"So, what brought you to Olympus Academy?" His eyes went wide with curiosity, he actually seemed interested. It's funny, no one else seemed into be. I had met a whole string of people when my dad brought me here, no one had time to talk to me. All these kids grew up together and knew the families.

"I'm the bastard son of Apollo Helios."

"The lead singer of that band? The really famous one?"

"Yes, my mom met him about 16 years ago. Went with him backstage and well... here I am. She died in a car accident and he came for me at the police station a few days later. My dad knew about me, he just wanted to keep it out of the media. Back then it could have ruined his career, I guess people are more willing accept a bastard child when the mother dies and there is a sad story with it. Plus I found out that he had been sending us money all those years. I knew it was was weird that she was performed in a cover band on weekends and yet we always had a decent home and food. When I was five he bought us a new car when hers broke down. He never came to see me but he would write letters and send presents. My mom never spoke bad about him so I never really held a grudge, not much of one anyway. Had to have respect for how he took care of us from far away. Now that I'm his full time he wanted to send me here since he is on tour most of the year. I've never been to boarding school before."

"Wow dude that a story! Yeah my mom died too, and my sister. I still have one left though, Hazel. She goes to the sister school of this one on the other side of town. You will notice that the town is catered around the schools. They keep the girls and boys separate, but in town we can all mingle. We can go off campus after school hours as long as we are back by curfew. You can walk about anywhere to get anything. My dad is Hades Di Angelo, the owner of every funeral and crematory in 7 countries. He thinks all the death is bad for us so he sends us here. So, are you gay?" I choked on my pizza at his question.

"No, not gay."

"Damn shame, I was hoping you could be my wingman when we went to town."

"Are there a lot of gay kids here?"

"No, and yes. They are not out like I am. Sure there are a few that are, but they try to fit in really well. I'm the only one you can spot a mile away. But when you are drunk and partying and questioning yourself I seem to be the one you go to."he winked.

"So I should take it that you get laid a lot on the down low?"

"Let's just say I have a single suitcase over there with just lube and condoms. I am a safety boy. Feel free to take some of you need. The girls at the other school are not exactly virgins. I'm sure you can land some of them."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." I chuckled and took another bite.

"Hey you have the gay kid on your side, while that may not make you popular with the guys around here it only helps you with the girls. They all want a gay best friend. I could wing man for you."

"That's not untrue, I like the way you think. And if I get word of someone questioning themselves I'll let you know."

"Oh sweetie I think this living arrangement is going to work out just fine.

(Time break)

The first three months went by faster than expected. Nico and I were the best of friends. Weirdly enough because of his help with the ladies, the guys started to warm up friend wise to me. Where I was, girls were there too. So I made some friends quickly. Nico didn't need my help as a wing man, seemed like every weekend he needed me to sneak him back into the dorms from a late night fling. Helping him into the room smelling like sex and booze, I would deposit him in his bed only to hear a crazy story about some guy he fucked in some alley or a car. I learned a lot about gay sex, more than needed. I wasn't cleaning up like Nico was but I found a few girls who knew a few dark corners we could go.

Nico was champ hearing my stories too. Always had an ear for what I had to tell him. Sometimes he would strike out and try to cuddle me in my bed. The first few times I dodged him, but he was relentless. It seemed when he was rejected he needed comfort. Luckily that just meant he wanted to sleep in my bed with me. Nothing ever happened aside from waking up cuddled up together. I couldn't help it! He was small and reminded me of a girl. His small frame and long hair didn't help, not to mention the flawless makeup. I was 6'2" and he was maybe 5'4" so he fit right into me. I was confident in myself enough to be ok with it. It's not like he every tried to kiss me... ok maybe he tickled me sometimes.

We had a strange relationship. He called it a queer platonic bromance. I won't lie that it didn't bring up... feelings. Feelings I couldn't quite place. Luckily in the privacy of our room I could explore them without worry. So what if I had a few dreams about Nico, with how close we are it's bound to happen. The Sex dreams were weird but it's not like I can control what I dream right?

(Time break)

Nico texted me to come and get him from the back door. It was after 1am and he was to drunk to pick the lock to get inside. Nico could walk but I made sure to hold onto him just in case, he smelled drunk but clean so my guess was a strike out tonight. Once we were back to the room he started stripping his clothes off down to his briefs, he always had colorful underwear on. An all black attire but once those pants came off it was bright pink and neon greens.

"Gods those underwear are going to give me a seizure. "

"Damn Solace that's one hell of a pick up line."

"You wish. Should I expect you next to me tonight?"

"Yeah, that Cecil kid gave me blue balls. All he wanted was some kissy face and a handjob. Then he fell asleep. Asshole."

"Sorry bud, better luck next week. Rumor has it those twins in Science class, the Stolls. They say they have been caught being really touchy together in the locker room. Maybe one or both of them bark up your tree." I slid in my bed with just my boxers waiting for him to stop pacing around and either go to bed or climb in with me. We had the rule that if he was going to sleep with me he couldn't wait til I was asleep, I hate being woken up by the bed shuffling.

"I heard that, but twins are always strange. They could be totally straight except with each other. Strange phenomenon, but accurate from my experience. Scoot over."

"Well if you need to rub one out real quick Just go to your bed and I'll put my headphones on and close my eyes." That was our usual drill.

"I do need to... hey can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Can you do it? Will just hear me out before you start to argue. I won't kiss you or anything. I just need to get off and it so much faster when someone else does it. I'll do it back! No strings attached ok. I know it's been over a month since you got laid." I hated to admit his words were intriguing. It had been a long time since someone touched me and he was like my best friend. He's tipsy and I'm not exactly sober, I just got in before he did. Actually I may have drank most of his beers he kept in the fridge, but he didn't need to know that till the morning and if I did this he might be more inclined to forgive me. Was I really going to let him touch me? Was I really going to touch him? The idea isn't repulsive in the slightest. Actually he's probably better at it than a girl. This should be an easy answer, but it's not. Nico was patient as he waited for me to deliberate in my head. I felt his fingers trace over my thigh.

"It's just one time ok? It won't mean anything. I won't tell anyone I promise. This is just our little secret. It's more about me trusting you then being attracted to you ok?" Damn why did he have to say that. Fuck I'm losing this battle. He is hard to say no to, and I knew he could be trusted.

Fuck it.

"Fine, but get a rag out of the drawer I don't want cum all over my sheets."

"I'll get some lube, make it quicker."

"Ok."

Nico was quick, got the rag and the lube out. I was a bit frozen not knowing what to do, luckily he seemed to have a plan in mind for our weird platonic orgasm exchange. I heard the shuffle of his underwear.

"Take yours off. That way you don't get them messy. I won't use a ton of lube ok? I'll make this as clean as I can." Nodding at him I blushed as I discarded my trunks. It wasn't the first time we had seen each other naked, or even hard for that matter. We had walked in on each other dozens of times. I hear the cap of the bottle and him warming the lube between his hands, then I felt his small hands around me working me to life. I gasped at the feeling. Nico's hands were soft and nimble, and knew exactly what they were doing.

In the shadows of the room I saw him slick himself up too. Then my hand was being led to him. It was strange but not bad. His dick was smaller than mine, but that's not a surprise with our size difference. It wasn't small just.. proportionate to him. Thick though, he was thicker than expected. I started to stroke him in time as he did me. Keeping his promise he didn't touch me anywhere else and didn't try to kiss me. Eyes closed and breathing erratically, I felt his other hand work down to my balls as he cut off the blood supply and used a polishing motion. Nico was a dick expert, I had never been touched the way he touched me. Like he knew how to set me off in every which way. I did my best while trying to concentrate, I just did to him what I like in myself, seemed to be working the way he was moaning low and shaking.

"Will... g-get the rag I'm close." He whispered. With my other hand I found the rag without letting go of him. I held it under as he spurt thickly into it. The noise he made was sinful and made a huge glob of precum roll down and join the lube. Motioning for me to let go of his super sensitive cock, I looked into his heavy lidded eyes as the afterglow overcame him. I was close as he continued, but something was keeping me from finishing. Maybe I had to many beers? Maybe I couldn't get over the fact a dude was touching me? Both? I was trying and it felt so incredibly good but it just wasn't happening.

Nico made a disgruntled noise and pushed me onto my back. Without warning his hand left my shaft and he replaced it with his mouth. The heat was searing through my body as his mouth licked and sucked me in sinful ways that I could never imagine. Looking down at his long hair covering his face like a curtain I almost made a move to grab his hair but I stopped myself. I was caught though, he saw my hand move. Grabbing my hand he placed it on his head and motioned for me to move him as I wished. Carnality took over and I used his mouth. Nico sheathed his teeth perfectly and I could feel the back of his throat.

I tapped his head as I got close to warn him. It just made him go harder and pulled me to the back and swallowed my head as jets of white ropes filled his mouth. Milking me through he swallowed every drop. I tried to calm my heart down as it was beating out of my chest at the best blowjob of my life. I didn't even notice him wiping himself off with the rag as well as me. I finally came to when I felt him putting my boxers back on me and I reached to pull them the rest of the way. Managing his own briefs back in he climbed up next to me.

"Sorry, you were taking forever."

"It's ok, I'm sorry you swallowed."

"I like swallowing don't worry about it. Thanks Will. I really needed that. I'll buy breakfast tomorrow." He kissed my cheek and giggled and turned his back to me.

It was surreal. I was to tired, to drunk, and to much into my afterglow to analyze it all. So I closed my eyes and went to sleep, we would talk about it in the morning.

(Timebreak)

Waking up I found my arm around his waist. He was cuddled up in me as the Sunday light poured through the windows waking us both. Looking over at me I couldn't bring myself to retract my arm, to comfortable.

"Morning, do you want McDonald's or IHOP?"

"I've been drinking so... Mcds sounds best. Listen we need to talk about last night."

"No sunshine we don't. We were just two best friends helping each-other out and I take blame for the whole idea. No worries sweetie we never have to speak of it again and I don't feel weird about it, do you?"

"Strangely no."

"Then it's settled. We eat greasy food to take this hang over away and we go on being the best of friends."

"Sure, oh by the way I finished the beer."

"My beer?"

"Yeah."

"I take back the best friends thing, I hate you." He said mockingly with a smirk on his face.

"I'll pay you back."

"You better."

"Shut up."