This is a smutty chapter, so beware.
Jason spent the next few days moping. Moping at school, moping at home, moping on the football field, and all because he'd been dumped. Jason loved Piper, he didn't want to break up. He just couldn't resist Nico. Maybe it was good that the couple had broken up. Perhaps this could allow Jason to explore his sexuality more thoroughly. The only good news he had gotten in the past few days was that his cast would be removed in a week. Apparently Dr. Laugh-at-Jason decided that the brake was almost healed.
"Moomm," Whined Jason from his bedroom. "Could you get me a glass of water?" The blonde was lying in his bed with his laptop on his stomach. The fan inside whirred, producing electric heat which warmed Jason from the outside-in.
"Jason, breaking up with your girlfriend is not an excuse to use me as your personal slave. Get your water yourself," Barked Jason's mother from downstairs. Jason contemplated this for a minute, only to reject the idea. No way was he going ALL the way downstairs and back up to get a simple cup of water. He sighed and then turned on his phone. He thought about texting Leo to vent. But he figured that Leo wasn't the best type of person to vent to. Maybe he should text the person who caused all of the moping. Jason's stomach did a flip flop. The two had talked only once since the kissing incident. They exchanged casualties in the hallway, but then out of nowhere Jason asked the taboo question.
"Do you actually like me or were you just drunk?" Blurted Jason. Nico smiled.
"Yes, I actually like you." Jason's face split into a big smile and he hugged Nico tightly, only to be interrupted by Octavian.
"So Jason likes it in the ass, never would have guessed it. Hope you don't get any shit-dick," Mocked Octavian. His groupies laughed.
"Literally, what the fuck Octavian," Interjected Jason.
"I'm just teasing you. Don't get your thong into a twist." Jason cringed at the memory. Slowly he brought up Nico's contact on his phone.
"Hey." It took a few minutes for Nico to respond. Finally Jason's phone buzzed.
"What's up?" He asked. Jason tried to think of a cool response but came up with nothing.
"Just lying in bed. How about you?" Texted Jason.
"Cleaning out my room. The people are coming to collect used items tomorrow."
"Cool, have you found anything interesting?"
"Not much. Only one porn magazine. Apparently fetus me liked gay fisting." This comment made Jason blush and his groin jump. He bit his lip, imagining himself fisting Nico. Hot and sweaty, hair plastered to foreheads. A small groan escaped Jason's throat.
"I take it you don't like gay fisting anymore."
"Oh I do. I just don't like watching other people do it to each other."
"Well then how do you still like it?"
"I do it to myself." Jason's eyes bugged out at the screen. He felt his dick hardening. Oh god.
"Tell me more."
"Ooo, I've summoned a horny Jason Grace. But I wouldn't want to get you all hot and bothered over there. Too bad, I wish I could tell you about my bedside drawer. I keep some cool stuff in there."
"Just-please. Don't do this to me," Texted Jason. His hand gripped his fully hardened cock and he slid his thumb over the slit.
"Fine. If you insist. Well in that drawer are my beads and of course my dildo. It's so big and fills me up until I can't take it anymore. I pound myself with it into my bed. Abusing my tight little hole. Fucking myself until I cum. Other times I like to ride it. Feeling the cool rubber against my hot inside. My ass is just so hungry for it. Although I wish I could replace it with something a little more-realistic." Damn. He was good. Jason pumped his cock and then removed it to suck on his fingers. If only he had two working hands. He slowly trailed his slick fingers down to his entrance, prodding at his hole. Slowly he slid in and waited for himself to adjust. Next he thrusted the fingers in and out, trying to find his prostate.
"Mm, fuck Nico," Jason moaned, imagining the fingers were Nico's. He curled his fingers in and gasped, hitting his prostate. Once the spot was found, Jason couldn't keep his hands off of it. He squeezed and massaged the walnut sized area. Whimpers tumbled out of Jason's mouth as he abused his prostate. As best as he could, he texted Nico back with his cast hand. "God Nico."
"You like that you naughty boy? I bet you're fucking yourself right now. Bet you wish it was me fucking you, slamming my hard cock into you, making you moan for the world to hear. Then I would slap your ass cheeks good and hard for your punishment, risking getting us caught! You wouldn't want that would you? Your mom walking in on you with a cock in your ass, whining like a little girl, loving my cock." Jason ran the scene inside his head as he fucked himself. Soon enough Jason's orgasm approached. He sped up his thrusts, pounding his prostate. He came with a muffled cry, his back arched into the air. He lay there, panting contently, trying to think of a good response for Nico.
"I came."
"Oh did you now?"
Whelp, that was something. Sorry about the wait, I was out of town.