Asher Jones

“asher!”

the banging on the time demigod’s cabin was obnoxious, to say the least. ignacio pounded over and over and over, sure that the guy was asleep or something. doing some time hopping or whatever it was asher got up to in his free time. what ignacio knew, though, was the guy apparently had weed. which ignacio could very much use right about now, and he’d be damned if his charms and good looks couldn’t get it for him. so, he banged again.

“it’s iggy! i hear you have weed!” his voice yells out, drawing the attention of some passing nymphs, but the son of desire didn’t even notice. 

“you’re very pretty!” he cooed at the door loudly.

@asher-isontime·

Asher had been a lot of things back home. He’d been the party boy, the posh boy, the director’s pet, the head bitch in charge, the ‘other man’, the it boy, but never had he been someone’s weed guy. Typically he was the one who always had enough for him and one or two of his friends, but when guys he barely talked to started knocking down his door for a gram? This was brand new territory for him, and as he descended the stairs of his clock tower to open the door, he couldn’t help but frown in confusion, and mild annoyance.

“I can’t possibly be the only guy at camp you know that has weed,” he pointed out, leaning against the frame of his door, clad in nothing but a pair of low hanging gym shorts and socks. “You do know there is someone here that actually like... grows it. Right?”

it had been such a crazy weekend and a part of him didn’t like how hostile asher and his conversation felt. perhaps the other had been drunk and wanting to hurt the other but it wasn’t typical for his conversations with asher. at least, not that he could remember and so in all of his goodness and kindness, ari knocked on the other’s door with every intention to make sure they were good and there had been no ill-blood between the two. “ you in there, ash? it’s ari. ” he knocked a few times, waiting for the other to answer. 

@asher-isontime·

To be fair, Asher didn’t remember too much from the Valentine’s Day party, it was all pretty much a blur. From the fragrant flower that he was pretty positive was enchanted, to the copious amounts of alcohol and weed, it had been a pretty messy night for almost everyone involved. Still, he did vaguely remember his talk with Ari, and the fact that it didn’t end on a positive one. So he had been more than a little surprised to hear the blond knocking at his door. Not that it was a necessarily unwelcome. After throwing on a pair of sweatpants, the son of Cronus descended his clock tower and opened the door. “Hey,” he frowned, more so in confusion than anything else. “What’s up, Nowicki?”

“I see. You’re into the really hairy dudes.” Pooh ignores the creature in favor of Asher, enjoying the scratches to the fullest. “When? On valentine’s?” Obi questions, visibly curious. Since there’s no other form of entertainment, good old gossips are everything to him right now. “Duh. It’s the whole reason I called you over. I smelled it on you,” he lies, hopping back on the window frame to reach inside the cabin and grab a lighter. “How was Jasper’s dick? Oh, wait.” Reaching inside the cabin once again, Obi grabs the pink dildo he got from Jasper as a gift and tosses it at Asher.. “Is it accurate? Hand me a blunt.”

“What can I say? I’ve got a weakness for the bears,” he quipped back, giving Pan’s companion one a few more scratches. “No no, it was way before that. I never really saw much of him in Valentine’s day. Which is crazy considering it was his party.” Not that he was too worried, he figured Jasper was probably busy. “How was your Valentine’s Day by the way? Did you get into anything... anyone interesting?” He asked, following Obi to the window frame, he hopped up next to him, eyes practically rolling out of his head at the dildo. “Whatever, like I remember. It was months ago,” he swatted the dildo away before digging in his bag to pull out a blunt. “Got a light?”

“What, you mean my looks were enough to rope you in?” he asks, kicking the little wooden fence door open for his guests. The chimera is a curious creature that instantly gets Obelius’ attention. He’s even brave enough to try and pat one head. “Demeter grown? Did you blow Jasper for it, or what?”

“Your looks? Nah. I came to hang out with Pooh Bear,” he teased, flashing a smirk over at the giant bear companion. He wandered over to scratch the creature behind the ear gently. After Trinity got his affection from Obi, his attention drifted to the giant creature in the garden. Each head sniffed the ground over to him. The lion cub head sniffed at the bear’s paw, while the ram head nudged it with his head, and the snake tale simply watched calculatingly with his beady black eyes. “I blew Jasper, but it wasn’t for this.” He held up the blunts zipped in their plastic sandwich bag. “You want?”

@asher-isontime·

It’s unusual for Pooh to get excited, but he’s visibly so now. Obelius can’t help but trace the bear’s stare, grinning wide when he sees Asher at the end. “Yo, time boy.” Obelius jumps off the window frame, leaving the interested Pooh lying in the garden. “I’m bored, some hang out. I’ve been meaning to ask more about your powers. They were so helpful in Greece.” Obi nods his head towards his messy cabin. “I’ve got beer.”

wolfram grins, leaning into asher with a smile, having no problem getting him wet by proxy. “we should come up with a name, he doesn’t speak much so he can’t tell me his.” he smiles, resting his head against asher’s gently. “yeah, i promised him he wouldn’t be bound to anyone anymore. he can be his own… water… thing.” he smiles, glancing over his shoulder as the creature seems to be enjoying itself. “if we had a bigger place for him, i’d take him there but, he seems happy. i can keep him close.”

He winced at first as the cold wetness of Wolfram’s form pressed against him. It started to hit Asher that Wolfram might have been right, it was pretty cold out, and the lake water didn’t help. Still, that was the last thing on his mind as he stood staring at the creature. Instead, he found himself leaning against Wolfram’s body, providing support. “Alright. What were you thinking? You know him better than I do. Something tells me he doesn’t look like a ‘Squirt,’” he teased. “As long as he’s safe, and happy, and doesn’t start drowning demis,” though he couldn’t help but wonder, “but is it safe for people to go swimming in there when the weather gets warmer? Like, do you think he’ll get pissed if guys start skinny dipping in his lake... all inside of him and stuff?”

“he’s so cute.” he kicks off his shoes and tugging his pants up a bit to wade in the water. the elemental approaches too, wrapping arms around him, effectively soaking him. “hey, hey, easy!” he tugs his head away so he didn’t drown, patting the water gently. “its good to see you too.” he returns to asher sopping wet, grinning. “i honestly thought he’d end up like, going mad with power and try to kill us all but, he’s really cool.” 

Asher watched, mouth still agape as the son of lightning just sauntered into the lake to... what he could only assume was embrace the elemental. He’d honestly never seen anything like it, but to be honest he found himself completely transfixed. He hadn’t expected someone like Wolfram to be so... sentimental with something so unpredictable. He was oddly impressed. “Oh... so risk analysis just went out the window there,” he chuckled, once the sopping wet form of the son of Zeus made his way back to shore, looking even more like some super hero than ever. Impulsively he wrapped an arm around him, “Now who’s going to get cold?” he whispered. “So you set him free...” he finally connected the dots. That much didn’t surprise him, if anyone would have, it would have been Wolfram. “And he stayed here, with you.”

“It’s almost a miracle we hadn’t seen each other in our stomping grounds,” he began, words warm and weighed with a melancholic taste. What if they did meet, what then? He could see himself inviting Asher over to his mom’s place, perhaps taking him to the multitude of birthdays or celebrations that greeted their apartment like days of the week. Hell, maybe he’d give the boy a tour of his school’s campus or the museums on weekends for the sake of it.

There was so much lost time between them, so many possibilities wasted to circumstances, that reuniting tonight gave Julian a second chance at life. He grinned back and slid his hand below the laced shorts, careful and slow in case Asher wanted him to stop. Fingers soaked up the warmth underneath, likewise what smooth flesh greeted him. “Of course she would. Y’know, I wouldn’t mind that. My mom would be ecstatic if I brought over company for dinner. If you haven’t had Spanish cuisine, you’ll want more after tasting her cooking. She makes the best huevos rotos you’ll ever have.”

The lapels fell in Asher’s grasp easily, guiding its wearer closer to the man who smelled likewise of herbs and nature, with a hint of ambrosia and booze. Partly the crowd, partly themselves, he enjoyed the odd scents mixing together to produce something more. Something better, more enjoyable. Julian pressed his thumb below Asher’s lip while fingers curled under his chin. He angled it up lightly, still smiling into those deep browns. From this angle, Asher looked exquisite. Almost angelic, but he’s sure the man knew that.

“I think so. The only way to officiate it,” he murmured and pressed his lips to Asher’s. His hand slid down to bring Asher into his lap, careful yet strong all the same as they kissed. He sighed into his lips while the man’s taste caught on, greeting him with a new flavor he’ll fixate over. Asher felt heavenly in his grasp and on his tongue, but he wanted more. 

“A miracle, or some sort of cursed divine intervention. Like our dad’s were trying to keep us apart,” or perhaps something more nefarious. Not that Asher was in the state of mind to dwell on things like that, not when he had Julian standing there, smiling like some sort of gorgeous deity. It was impossible not to stare, not to savor the moment, the connection the two of them clearly built right there. It truly was magnetic. The son of Cronus found himself constantly looking for ways and excuses to make contact, whether it was through his eyes or his body. It felt almost like he was in a daze, drunk off of the older man’s presence, and all Asher could concern himself with was how to get more of it, for longer.

“Yeah? I’m nothing like a doctor or anything as respectable as that,” he admitted. “I’m less scientific and more... artistic,” he admitted. Being the son of a producer and an aspiring actor/director was rather hit or miss with parents, especially the conservative ones. Not that he ever truly cared how parents saw him, though he couldn’t help but wonder how he’d get on with Julian and his family, his life back in Chicago. Perhaps there was a more mundane reason why the two hadn’t crossed paths. Did he care though? Judging by the way Asher’s body responded to those large, meticulous hands breaching the fabric of his pants to grip his ass, it was clear.

It was so easy to allow the doctor to take control, which didn’t always come as such for Asher. His eyes melted shut as their lips finally collided, and Asher eagerly returned the kiss. Both arms now rapped securely Julian’s neck as he was urged onto his lap, still careful not to break the kiss. Lips parted gently as he deepened the kiss, his hips slowly rolling forward, the thin fabric of his pants leaving little the imagination as he felt himself grow more and more in those firm arms. 

“a what never gets what?” wolfram replies in mild confusion as they walk down the path, eventually coming to the lake. he finally sets asher down, drunkenly stumbling to the edge. “hey, come on out!” he tosses a rock into the water, watching the waves ripple where it impacts. it’s quiet for a moment, before the water elemental is submerging from the deep. it lets out a friendly gurgle when it sees wolfram, approaching the shore. “this is-… i actually haven’t named him yet.” he laughs, looking up at the creature. “but i saved him from alexandria.”

“Nevermind,” was all he said with an amused chuckle, even if he was the only one laughing. He forgot how foreign Wolfram was to anything pop culture related. Maybe that was one of the reasons he found the bulky brunet so endearing. As they made their way to the lake, Asher landed relatively gracefully (he hadn’t had nearly as much to drink as his friend) on the ground. At least, Asher didn’t think he was that drunk. When he saw the massive humanoid shaped water creature emerge from the lake, he stood back. “Is that the...” he glanced at Wolfram than back at the creature, making it a point to stand behind the larger demi, gripping at his wrist for support. “That’s the water elemental you got from that siren shop, right?” he heard stories, but had almost forgotten about it until now. “I didn’t know you brought him with you. Is it safe to keep him here?”