honestly, thank the recent storms that's been going on in my area for the ending of this chapter tbh. i'm sO SORRY I haven't updated like usual, this is a rlly long chapter n shit. Anyway i hope you like it. Warning: this chapter is NSFW.

After fourth period, he found he actually had a lot of classes with Hazel and Leo, and some other friends of Jason. In his sixth period, Hazel waved from the other side of the room, she was having a deep conversation with some burly Asian guy, and in Seventh, he found he had a class with Leo, whom he chatted with nonstop to the Charles whatsit guy about machines, (there was even a machine club or something.)

Nico wasn't really surprised that he wasn't going to be suspended, there was no way those guys were going to admit a scrawny emo kid beat them up. As Ms. Pyrope ranted about justice in court or something, the bell rang. Nico surveyed Ms. Pyrope. He'd already had her for a full semester, but he could never get over how weird she was. She had collarbone length red hair that spiked to the sides at the end, and big red glasses (quite literally red, the lenses and everything) to hide her blind eyes, as well as red lipstick, with no one knowing how she manages to get it on. She could somehow sense when a student wasn't paying attention, even if they were silent, she would smack her walker on the desk (it had a dragon on the top part where you gripped) and would snap something in her scratchy voice. All her Expo markers were red, she claimed they had to be, even though she couldn't even see. She was probably the weirdest teacher they had.

As Nico nodded a modest farewell to Leo, he left the classroom.

His mind drifted as he walked towards the front entrance, people giving him strange looks as he did not do his normal route home, which he took the back gate. Nico noted that he began to notice more people by name, than noted Rachel, who was yelling something to the lady at the front desk by the door.

Red heads were something else.

There was Piper, whom was glaring and snarling something at one of the preppy girls, those ones who got away with wearing booty shorts and winged eyeliner to her ears in school, Drew. Or the big Asian kid- Fred-no-Frank, was it. He heard that he came from the same school that Jason and Hazel went to.

As soon as Nico was outside, the cold air hit him like a wave. This school semester started back a week after December break, making this the first day of it. As soon as he reached a bench that was free of people, he unzipped his backpack and yanked out his Aviator jacket, which he slung on. He didn't like wearing it that much, do to where he got it from, but it was the warmest jacket he had. The thought of the person who gave him the gift made him nauseous...

"Hey Nico!"

Before his thoughts could go any further, he looked up to find the caller of the voice.

Oh. Fuck. No.

Mother. Fucking. Jason. Grace.

Jason Grace sat on a large gray motorcycle, a giant black helmet on his head, his glasses tucked in his shirt, holding an extra helmet. He waved his arm, and Nico backed up a step as people gawked.

"Jason there is no way I'm riding that," he uttered in horror. He couldn't see, but he knew Jason was smiling.

He tossed Nico a helmet, in which Nico fumbled in catching. Jason waved his hand to join him. Nico noted that he was wearing a thin jogger-like grey jacket. Did this guy get cold?

Jason suddenly kicked the stand, and hopped off the purring bike, walking toward Nico and sticking his hand out.

What?

"Gimme your bag," he said through the helmet. With a confused movement, he gave the guy his bookbag. Jason walked back over to the bike, and clicked the seat open, and shoved it in the compartment.

Whoa, did all bikes have secret compartments like that?

That was pretty cool.

Nico cursed himself for sounding like a ten-year old. He strutted back over to Nico, and grabbed his arm and pulled him along. Again, the tingles of electricity. This time, the touch wasn't very fleeting, longer than a second, causing the skin to burn under the touch for his brain to feel it just got electrocuted, he found himself stumbling with him.

Jason slid the bag off his shoulder which Nico did not notice he was wearing, and gave it to Nico, ordering to hold on to it. As he recovered from the burning tingles in his arm, Jason put the helmet on his head for him, glancing at people who looked at them or whispering, and glared a little when he heard someone say, "fag."

Nico was a little blank when Jason spoke to him.

"Put your arms around me," he said.

Nico did.

He didn't fight.

Why wasn't he arguing or snapping?

Jason smirked as Nico wrapped his thin arms around his stomach, clutching his own fingers together. Jason could feel the warmth Nico gave off through the jacket, and the comforting swath of feeling it gave him. Nico heard Jason kick the stand and the machine came to life.

The ride was awful.

Nico couldn't control the tingles that ran down his spine as he could feel the hard muscles that worked as he flexed his torso whenever they turned. Nico kept his eyes clenched shut, only feeling Jason's warm back pressed against his cheek, and the wind slap against his body and the helmet, and the sharp numbing burn that shot through every nerve of his upper body. He couldn't control his thoughts as his mind basically flipped its shit inside out.

The bike was not as gentle and did not purr when riding it, it roared and charged. He clenched his eyes and held tighter to Jason through his jacket as they made a sharp turn up some sort of hill, and he felt the beast under his legs come to a shuddering stop. He couldn't open his eyes.

"Nico, you okay...?" he heard through the muffled helmet. Slowly, it took a moment for the dark teen to un-wrench himself from the other, still in a slightly dazed state as he removed his helmet and ruffled his hair. As he was doing this, he managed to crack an eye open.

Jason was staring at him for a moment as he shook his hair in all directions, and tried to stand unsteadily. "Was that your first time riding?" Jason chuckled as he popped on his glasses.

Nico was too busy telling himself not to barf all over Jason's bike that he didn't even get a chance to take in the house in front of him. It was rather large, and had a huge garden in the front, and brick steps leading to the front door. Suddenly, the feelings from Friday overwhelmed him as he realized he was right, Jason was the guy who had perfect grades, he was the guy with all the money and who got all the girls, he was the guy with the perfect family and was wealthy. Nico felt slightly sicker than he already was.

"You just got to ride none other than Tempest, the storm spirit," Nico glared at him for his corny joke as he pulled out his backpack from inside the seat. As Nico cast a glance at Jason, his dark thoughts still surrounding him, he finally noticed how off the blond boy seemed. He still cracked jokes and cast smiles in his direction, but his hands were fumbling and he dropped his keys more than once.

What?

Jason went to the door, with Nico following. By now, his hands were still faintly tingling.

"Welcome..." Jason said as he slid the key into the lock and turned. "To my humble adode," and opened the door.

Inside, it was very spacey. There was a big window instead of many little windows, allowing light to filter in. It was toasty warm, and it comforted Nico in the strange home. On the right of the room, was the living room, with yellow walls and leather furniture, and a large flatscreen on the wall. Behind it, was hidden by the wall, there was no door to it, just by Nico's angle, he could not see what was behind it. To his left, was a wooden staircase that led to the unknown as it arched upwards. Jason handed him his bag.

"You can go ahead upstairs. My room's first door to the right, I'll be up in a sec," he said as he strode forward to the room behind the wall.

Nico looked at the stairway, before he made his way up the stairs.

On the wall he began noticing a girl in the pictures on the wall, she had short spiky black hair, large piercing blue eyes that were dangerous, and even more shocking than Jason's due to the eyeliner she was wearing. She had the punk look, with the piercing on her nose, and the one by her left eyebrow. She was smiling mostly, cuddling with a younger Jason, who also had a big toothy grin. Then Nico realized, it must have been his sister Thalia.

As he wondered about her, he finally reached the top of the stairs. As soon as he turned, there was a long stretching hallway with an array of doors. The first one... Guessing, Nico picked the first door that was nearest to him and opened the door.

Nico was overwhelmed.

He was in Jason's room.

He knew him for only two days, and he was in his room.

Again, he couldn't control the tingling he felt as he sensed a blanket of Jason was thrown on him. The familiar aroma of lemony-apple surrounded him, causing him to involuntarily inhale deeply. His bed was sort of a mix between a king and a twin, with purple bedspread and golden sheets. It looked hastily made, not perfect.

On the other side of his room was a bookshelf, cluttered with books and a desk beside it, with some papers and a desk light. The walls were dark stormy grey, and the floor was hard-wood. Next to his bed was a set of drawers and a closet, along with a small flatscreen above his bookcase, and a window in between his bed and the case of books.

Nico slid the bag containing the supplies for the project off his shoulder onto the chair and clutched his own.

What was he doing here? In this guy's bedroom?

He almost wanted to jump out of the window. He thought about it, but before he could do it Jason walked in, holding two bottles of water and a big bag of chips.

"Yo," he said as he sauntered over to unload the supplies.

"S-so uh..." Nico looked off to the side as Jason looked over his shoulder curiously as he spoke.

"Where's your sister?" he looked confused for a moment, before laughing a little. "She's away at the All-Girls-Archery-Camp," he said the name with severe pronunciation in order to make it seem even more stupid. "She won't be back for like another ten months. I was so used to it I must have forgotten to tell you." He continued unloading the stuff.

"What about your parents?"

Good job Nico. Way to ask such fucking uncomfortable questions.

Jason's hands stopped. "They're- My mom's still working." he said without looking up and continuing. Nico wanted to do dangerous things to himself as he heard the small strain in his throat. "I-I'm sorry," he apologized. Jason looked over again, and smiled. "Hey, don't worry about it! Hey, I got everything out." All of the supplies were on the floor. He sat, and Nico followed suit, after shrugging his jacket off and laying it on the chair along with his bag. And they began to work.

For most of the time, it was pretty silent.

While they worked, Nico noticed a lot of things about Jason. Like the way he stuck his tongue out when he was focusing, or the way his glasses slid down his nose from time to time, or how he scrunched up his nose when he was confronted with something.

Nico decided to start with Zeus first, since he was the pretty much the big gun. As he began to color in the guy, he noticed that Nico had given him ice-blue, sharp eyes that showed ambition and authority. He gave him the look of power with a hooked nose, gray hair the color of a storm, and so on.

Next he began on Poseidon. Nico was a little blank minded when he drew the god, because it reminded him of someone he didn't want to remember. He gave the god loose black hair that went to his ears, wavy and everywhere, uncontrolled, like the ocean. His face was square, and was perfectly proportioned, and an angular nose. His eyes were slightly wide, revealing millions of shades of green, eyes that showed the storms of the sea, the roll of the tide, the crashes of the waves.

Nico stared for a few moments at the character, before he pushed it away and began on... he picked up the sheet and chose a random god.

Athena. She also, gave him a memory that did not please him. The god's hair was pulled back tightly into a back braid, the tendons in her neck strained, as if she were thinking profusely. Her battle armor that peeked into the drawing shined and glimmered (with the special effects that Nico used with the pencils and markers. Her hair was regular brown, but her eyes were stormy gray, similar but not like her father's storms, Zeus.

She showed courage, and her thin eyebrows arched into a narrowed expression as she was deep in thought. Her grey eyes were analyzing, judging, and taking apart and putting back together again. Her lips jutted out a bit, as if she were disgusted slightly. She reminded him strongly of someone he tried to forget.

Next he again chose a random god. Apollo. He gave the god extremely blond hair, brighter than Jason's pale blond, more of the Rapunzel color, like flowing waves of honey. His eyes were blue, sky blue, eyes that were fun, wild, and exhilarating. Eyes that were daring. He wore a tunic, and Nico allowed a small harp to budge out in the bottom of the drawing.

He was about to choose another random immortal being when Jason stretched, letting out a drawled sigh. He had a computer out, along with filled pages of facts about the gods. "I'm pooped. Say for a break?" Nico shrugged, and stretched as well, his arm arching over his head as he heard his shoulders pop and his knuckles crack as he flexed his exhausted fingers.

He glanced at his untouched water bottle, and then and there realized how parched he actually was. Gulping down the water, he felt refreshed and looked at Jason for him to say something.

"..."

"Wanna meet my pets?"

For once, Nico couldn't come up with a snarky reply, so he just nodded, raising his eyebrows. They bounded out of his room, Nico was surprised by how easily he had become accustomed to the sharp scent. Jason stalked down the stairs two steps at a time, while Nico stepped more carefully and slower.

Jason waited, pushed up his glasses and turned into the space that was separated from the living room by a wall. Nico edged his way over, to find that it was a kitchen, a kitchen with hardwood flooring, marble counters, and black cabinets. The walls were a shade of grey lighter than Jason's room. He was searching the drawers, Nico could hear the clanging as he shoved things aside. At last he pulled out what Nico didn't expect: a whistle and a clicker.

"I'll call Nyx first," he said.

Nyx... Night?

He clicked the button a few times, it echoing around the spacey house. And not even ten seconds later, the cabinet began to move, to deform. A black figure molded from the top of the counter and blinked it's bright blue eyes and jumped from the top of the cabinets and onto the counter. Didn't most black cats have green eyes? Nico was almost dazzled as the cat rubbed its neck against Jason's palm, purring, before blinking and staring at Nico.

"Does your entire family have blue eyes?" Jason laughed, before saying, "No, but we heard that our dad did. The bluest eyes you'd ever imagine." Nyx purred, and arched her spine in pleasure as he pet her under the ear.

Did.

"Does your entire family have black eyes?"

"My sister has dark green eyes they're kinda black, she got them from my mom, my dad's the one with the black eyes." Nico explained, casting his eyes to the side as he was aware he was giving Jason slightly misheard information.

He nodded, before he put his lips to the whistle and blew.

At first, it was quiet, and then Nico began to hear a slight repeating pattering noise, and then loud thumps as if something was hitting a wall. Soon it got louder and louder behind him as a creature stumbled down the stairs, crashing into the wall at the bottom, before stumbling up and hurling forward in excitement, it's tongue flying.

That was the most drugged dog Nico had ever met.

It had multi grey flecks of all shades, as if it were part of a storm, but it also had some flecks of black and white.

"Meet Storm, she's kind of hyper," Jason managed to speak as Storm jumped on him, causing him to stumble back, she was that strange Australian breed, the Shepard kind.

"There's one left, but he usually takes his time," Jason said as he pushed Storm off of him as she waved her invisible tail. Nico nodded as he almost considered jumping onto the counter to escape the crazed creature.

As Nico struggled to avoid the hyperactive creature, he barely noticed the slender pale cat that jumped onto the counter, its tail up and its eyes almost judging. "Oh that's Octavian. He was a stray." Nyx arched its back as Octavian approached, and jumped back onto the top of the cabinets.

"We noticed he had blue eyes, so that's kind of why he's here, not because this entire household has blue eyes. Also his tag said Octavian, but there was no number." Jason laughed as he roughhoused with Storm. Octavian was thin, and wasn't fluffy, unlike Nyx. The fur around his eyes was a shade darker than the rest of his pale yellow body, making his eyes look sharper.

In Nico's opinion, his eyes weren't like the eyes in the rest of the house. The cat had blank, dull blue eyes. His jaw jutted out as he looked at Nico, before turning around and slinking off the counter, tail in the air.

Nico glanced at the oven. 6:11.

"I should get home..." Nico said. Jason stopped playing with Storm and stared at him. He let his hands fall to his sides as Storm attempted to edge him on.

"Okay, let me get my bike ready." He abandoned Storm by his side and Nico could hear his footsteps and the opening of the door.

"Uh, dude?" Jason called. Nico curiously followed Jason's suit, finding rain slamming down on the pavement, the sky dark and stormy.

Jason's eyes seemed to be deep in thought, before he slung off his glasses and shoved them at Nico, bounding down the steps into the pouring rain as he ran to Tempest, and opened the compartment, dragging out some large black cloak, and throwing it over the bike. He then hopped to the door, his arm over his head.

He was soaked by the time he got inside, his dark blue shirt sticking to his skin, his short hair plastered to his forehead.

Because of the scene in front of him, Nico could not control the blush that covered his face as he immediately looked away, grimacing at his reaction. "It's raining pretty hard," Jason observed behind him, just as thunder cracked, causing the nerves in Nico to jump as the house shook slightly.

"Yeah uh... No way you're going home in that."

Fuck.

Could he walk?

No, he had no idea where he was and it looked like the storm was pretty bad. Nico looked back at Jason, his eyes wide. "Does this mean I-" Nico managed to splutter as Jason cast his eyes back to the door that blew open more from the winds that were accelerating.

"Uh, should you call your parents? They should know that you kinda have to stay over," Jason said as he wiped his hand and pulled out his iPhone.

"Yeah," he muttered. "This rain's going to turn to ice any second. No one can drive in this."

Nico was going to puke.

It was about an hour after.

After a lot of arguing, Jason had convinced Nico to shower, in which he was currently doing.

"You smell like grease!" Jason argued. "How do you know what I smell like?"

The hot water caused the room to steam, and it to only cloud his thoughts. As he yanked off the skinny jeans that he was wearing, he wondered why Jason made him do stuff like that, and also why he hadn't seen his mom or dad yet. He set his jeans on top of his shirt and his studded belt, and stepped into the shower.

The hot water stung as it hit his skin, but he felt himself enjoying the sensation as it beat against his knotted back.

He looked over the bottles of shampoo, and even found conditioner.

Nico had never tried that before.

The shampoo was apple, and the conditioner was lemon. So that was how he got his smell.

It was the only soaps in the bath, so he used it as he scrubbed his hair. The black strands stuck to his face as the hair flattened, making it longer than usual. The way his fingers felt running through his hair was wonderful, and when he thought of a certain blond guy lacing his fingers in his hair, his hands froze as his face reddened.

Nico grimaced as he scrubbed his hair, and quickly washing it out. He then tried the conditioner, which felt odd in his fingers. When he washed it out of his hair, began to feel less tangles as he ran his fingers through his hair. By now his head was becoming more clouded, the steam altering his thoughts as the smell of Jason wafted through his nose.

Sighing, he inhaled, his eyes shut. He grabbed the soap and ran it over his legs and arms.

Jason touched this soap.

The thought drifted through Nico's clouded mind as he happened to reach his thigh with the bar. Nico immediately dropped the soap as he began to imagine things. The way Jason had walked out of the shower wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. The way water still ran down his taut stomach, the way his skin glistened against the lamp light... Nico's fingers that were at his side found his inner thigh.

Jason was in the other room, no less that ten feet away, from Nico, who was naked.

His fingers began searching for something more delicate. The way he smiled at him or stared at him, the way he caused Nico to speak, the way his eyes were kind, the way his eyes watched him as he cornered him in the empty classroom. "Shit!" Nico gasped as his hand found his member.

Nico bit his lip as he slid his hand down to the base, and back up. He slumped against the wall, and panted slightly.

Jason, Jason, Jason... Was all he thought. Images flashed through Nico's mind as he jerked his head back in pleasure and bit his lip, choking back a cry.

Jason heard a slight thump as he scrolled through his email, and glanced up, it coming from the shower. Was Nico okay?

"Gahh! J-Jason.." Nico gasped out as he stroked himself harder, his hand quickening as he imaged it being someone elses. His mind was in a million places at once, losing its sense.

Jason looked over as he saw the door creak open and Nyx push her way in. Jason smiled as she hopped up and purred against his palm. Wow, Nico sure did enjoy long showers.

"Ahh!" Nico cried into his hand as he tried to silence himself as he came onto the bathroom tiles, it slowly washing away with the water, mixing with it as it met the drain. Nico was still shuddering, gasping as he felt his entire body jerk.

"hey uh jason.. yea its piper i was wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow? i understand if u have plans i just wanted to ask, im sorry 3" Jason grimaced slightly as he read the message.

Before he could make a reply, Nico pushed his way out from the bathroom, in Jason's pajamas. He hadn't expected them to be so big on him.

Well, he was so scrawny.

He kept his eyes on the floor as he stood. His hair looked longer than usual as it was thoroughly scrubbed with a towel, causing it to stick out in wild, random places. The shirt Jason had given him was obviously too long, it went down to Nico's mid thigh, and the pajama pants he had given him barely showed that Nico had any legs at all, they were so big and were too long. Jason looked back down at his computer to keep himself from blushing, trying to keep his face no more than a smirk.

Nico glared at the floor as Jason said nothing. "So, where'll I sleep?" he muttered. "Oh," Jason stood and bounded across his room, and opened the door. Nico followed him as he stopped at one of the random doors in the hall.

Inside was casual, the walls were pale green, and it was a queen bed with white sheets. There was a dresser, and a mirror, but other than that, there was nothing in the room.

"Lemme know if you need anything," Jason said as he shut the door.

Finally, Nico was in bed. He cuddled up to the covers, and when he thought about what happened in the shower, he shoved it away immediately. He was exhausted after such a big release like that, and so he had no trouble drifting to sleep. The smell of Jason overwhelmed him, and he enjoyed it as he fell asleep, slowly, then all at once.