Asher Jones

each moan that spills from asher’s mouth, beau devours with a greediness that almost consumes him. he grins against his lips, fucks up into the man with a relentless endurance. he slaps asher’s ass as he bounces on his cock with a fiery passion. “fuck.” he can already feel himself leaking inside the man. the condom is going to be full. one hand crawls up asher’s chest until his fingers wrap around his throat and give a playful, dominate squeeze. he drags a finger through his own abs, bringing asher’s precum to his lips to suck off his digit. “not gonna last much longer.” he pants, biting asher’s bottom lip between his teeth. “where do you want it?”

“No,” Jordan reiterated, then confirmed with a smile. “No, you don’t.” Now that he had nothing but wine to keep his hands busy and his nerves placated, he was emptying the bottle in minutes. “More or less. I spread my free time out sparingly. Believe it or not, I spend most of it traveling.” While he played vigilante quite often, it wasn’t everyday that he was masquerading as justice and murdering people left and right. Even he enjoyed his leisure away from camp, as staying cooped up in one place too long made him restless. When Asher tapped his foot under the table again, playing a flirtatious game of tag, Jordan returned the light nudge. “There’s got to be more?” he chuckled. “Can’t a guy rest at fighting crime?” Jordan thought about the question, though, and wondered if it was possible at all to separate who he was from his ideals, or morals. The two were so cohesively intertwined that he couldn’t fathom a life without public service, or find a greater purpose than leaving the world a better place than he found it. “I… haven’t thought about it,” he pursed his lips. “Something mundane, like being a florist? But then, I probably wouldn’t get half the dates I did as one. Telling people I was a detective definitely scored me more dates than it didn’t.” Jordan folded his arms over the table, and gestured to a spot on his own lip to show Asher where he needed to wipe. “You got a little… sauce on your mouth.” 

“I don’t blame you,” though now that he thought about it, Asher did feel a little butt hurt that Jordan was apparently some closet jet setter and he had yet to invite Asher anywhere. “So then where are you going to take me on our next date? Preferably somewhere more exotic than the camp kitchens,” he smirked, pearly whites bright and wide as he took one last sip of his wine. He couldn’t and wouldn’t judge Jordan for whatever calling he felt. If it meant punishing the wicked on his days off, more power to him. Though he was a little flash of surprise when Jordan revealed aspirations he might have had in another life. “I think you would have made a cute florist.” The thought of Jordan selling flowers, tending to his garden in some small town was a far cry from what he saw of him now, but he liked it. “Nah. If you were a florist, I’d picture you settled down with a partner, simple life, super romantic, low key...” Asher’s gaze lingered on Jordan for a moment longer, as if still picturing the scenario. Using his thumb, he brushed the sauce off of the corner of his mouth before sliding it between his lips, sucking up the remnants with only a hint of innuendo. He let his foot rest comfortably atop Jordan’s as he finished the last of his wine.

Technically Asher was wrong in his assumption. The three versions of him didn’t run a train on the man. hell, they didn’t even get off. They just pleased him mentally and it was a way around the whole physical body count part. Although, he knows that at the end of the day it still counts as something sexual. “Not a train, but I can see that you have a big imagination in that head of yours.” Which is impressive. Amadeo starts to wonder what Asher would do with something like telepathy. Would he keep to himself even more? “Hopefully my mother chooses not to get into my mind or look at my most intimate moments.” He doesn’t know if the gods and goddesses are peeping toms and he doesn’t want to find out either. “Part of the reason why I’m doing so great is that I seem to have an amazing guide.” Amadeo inhales while lowering himself down. Then he exhales slowly as he sets into place and feeling his core being worked up. This is relaxing, thankfully.

if asher thought that unraveling the man known as ‘presley hawthorne’ was going to be quick and simple, he had a whole other thing coming. the man wasn’t an easy nut to crack. however, the fact that they were making plans like this meant that he was on the right path, at the least. hawthorne wasn’t about to just open up to him and tell him his life’s story but he wasn’t completely shutting the man out. “i’m not going to pay someone to do something that i can do myself.” sure, he could have a personal driver but that wasn’t his style. the only time he had someone drive him was for press events, movie premieres, or anything of that like. aside from that, he preferred to be behind the wheel.

“you sure you can handle me?” beau retorts. his voice is low, husky, filled with lust. he moans against asher’s mouth once he’s seated on his cock like he belongs there. he slaps one of asher’s cheeks lightly, grabbing hold of it with one hand to grab and squeeze it. “could get used to this.” he says against the man’s mouth and groans. the warm tightness of asher’s ass threatens to pull him into an oblivion of lust filled thoughts and he’d relish in it. when asher starts his pace, bouncing on his cock as they kiss, beau meets him halfway. it doesn’t take long before he’s fucking up into the man’s tight ass, letting the man ride him as hard as he wanted. “i want them to hear you.” he says in asher’s ear. he ruts his hips upward, hard, pushing his already sheathed cock inside of asher even further. “you’re mine for the day, until i say we’re done.” his own hand runs through asher’s curls at the back of his head and he tugs them lightly. “fuck you feel good.”

with a question like that, hudson was convinced. asher was a blond. not a literal one, but spiritually blond. ‘i didn’t fight the actual bar. just some people inside it.’ asher’s reasoning behind his nudity leaves hudson feeling oddly relieved. he nods silently, letting asher run wild with his imagination. at least, now he didn’t have to go about explaining that he simply didn’t have any proper swimwear and what clothes he did have, he didn’t want to ruin with a dip in the water—considering he didn’t have much left. sure, hudson could simply buy a new wardrobe with his weekly allowance, but he felt his money was better spent on agathys at the moment. the mention of costa rica lights a fire in hudson’s eyes. tightening the towel around his waist, hudson furiously scrawls his reply, ‘yeah, well next time when i go with mako, i won’t have to worry about drowning since he can let me breath underwater!’

“i don’t think that’s what you’re doing. i think you’re being genuine with all of this.” if he thought for even the slightest second that asher was trying to use him to get ahead, he would’ve put him out on his ass faster than he could even think to blink. it didn’t matter if he was the sweetest guy on earth. he didn’t want those kinds of people around him any longer than they actually needed to be. those kinds of people drained him worst than anything in the world. “hm…..alright, you can bring a few. we’re gonna have to get a driver, though. i don’t want to risk getting a dui or something like that.”

“Oh she’s definitely a telepath, just not a bad one.“ At least he doesn’t think Nora is bad. Why else would she willingly give him Annabelle to help protect him and the other demigods? He wonders if he can spread his mental defenses out to the other demigods. When they’re communicating telepathically, do they have part of that or is it just something that’s in his brain? “There’s always a fun way.” Amadeo smirks as he looks over at Asher. “Once I created three of me in someone’s mind to knock them back, but it was for more pleasurable reasons then sending them out or fighting them.” Using his mental powers for sexual advances still confuses him sometimes. Technically his body doesn’t do anything, so can he even add them to his body count? “You’re a good instructor or guide. I don’t know what to call you right now.” With that Amadeo takes in a deep breath as he starts to move, following Asher’s words. Then when he gets into his new position, he slowly lets out his breath.

-

“Exactly. Those three are the best bet to explaining it all,” he answered. Unless, of course, it was a big move to troll them all. It didn’t make sense, sometimes it never had to, but it was still a (somewhat) worthwhile explanation. Vio looked him over as if Asher had given him orders like some kind of general. It was met with a pause, then a response. “You and Hudson are on the same page, then. I’d rather we get there sooner than later, but coming with what little we know will get them and us killed. Did you get anything else from Noelani? The flute’s definitely needed for the next trip.”

He bit his bottom lip for a moment, unsure if he should be divulging everything to Viorel. He didn’t know the guy as well as he knew some others, but at this point he decided the other demigod had earned his trust, at least to a degree. “Wren got this conch shell necklace from Noelani. There’s some sort of song playing in if you listen to it. I tried to listen while we were on the boat but there was too much noise. I was hoping listening to that might give us some kind of clue to where her mother is, or what the hell she was thinking when she went with those things.” It was still a long shot at this point, but he felt the need to do what he could. The more information they had, the better. Right? “I can let you know if I find out anything.”

-

The dinner and even the light conversation was reminiscent of domestic dates, and Jordan wasn’t quite sure if he truly felt relaxed or it was the wine talking. A mellow mix of R&B in the background would have definitely sweetened the mood, instead of making it into some playful interrogation now. He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Batman, less spandex,” Jordan jested. Joking about superheroes eased the subject of conversation into more palatable territory as it wasn’t the easiest to explain to anyone what he did without sounding like a psychopath. “You don’t… have to feel weird around me, Ash,” he felt he needed to clarify. “I don’t do what I do for the fun of it.” That was partly a lie, as Jordan had most recently developed some kind of sadistic kick out of putting a bullet in the worst people. The more vile they were, the more he seemed to indulge in the kill, sometimes prolonging it for longer than necessary. “When I was a detective, I had to close a lot of cases. Lack of funds, manpower, whatever the reason was… the bad guys always got away. I’m talking real bad. Child molesters, rapists, sex traffickers…” he mumbled. “I don’t like it when they slip between my fingers.” There was a steely conviction in his tone of voice, as his bonfire eyes glanced upwards, then offered Asher another pour of the ruby-red merlot.  

The domestic intimacy of their dinner definitely put Asher at ease. While it definitely wasn’t a corner booth at Delmonico’s, Asher felt more at ease and more comfortable than he had in a while. It was easy to get lost in the conversation, however dark it might have started to feel. For a quick moment, he even forgot they were in the back of kitchen, in a camp in the middle of the woods. “I don’t feel word. Should I have a reason to be weird?” So maybe he’d never spent time with a real, honest to got vigilante before, it wasn’t like their current situation didn’t on all of them to put justice in their own hands. They definitely hadn’t given that dragon do process before killing him. “So is that where you go when you disappear from camp? You hunt child molesters and sex traffickers?” There wasn’t so much judgement in his tone, but more general intrigue. Amber eyes widened in the dim lighting. “Here I am going on shopping sprees on my downtime,” he laughed, making a point to gently tap Jordan’s foot with his own under the table. “So what do you do for fun? If you didn’t have criminals to hunt, or monster to vanquish, but still had your powers and the gold, what what you be doing with your life?”

Malachi’s head falls back with agroan from his lips as he feels the brush of the other’s mouth on his skin –hot, playful, and making him want more. Already, there is a tent in his pantsand it greets Asher eagerly. “Likewise,”Malachi laughs, a confession of his own. Back then, he had a scrap ofdecency. Now? 

Now, his hands squeeze the other’s ass gratuitously, hungrily,groaning at the fullness that meets his palms back. “So, what’s it going to be?” Malachi rasps, a huskiness akin to adragon’s rumble in his words all of a sudden. “Doyou want to go on your knees first, or do you want to turn around and let my mouthtake care of this?” His hand tautens around one of Asher’s cheeks foremphasis. Malachi’s grin comes sharp in the dark, not a prince’s grin at all.  “Choose.”

“ Sorry, but if you don’t know then I just guess you don’t know, huh! ” He didn’t really even have specific beef with people he just hated how it smelled so strongly of cum in certain areas of the Pali house like people were having public sex throughout it. Mako didn’t necessarily mind that Asher answered and even the way he did. “ Oh, you can talk like that to people? I only ever just text and call Presley… I guess that answers a lot for me then, huh. ” Adding in a shrug and a slight laugh. “ Definitely my own, ooh and chocolate too and a drink. ”

“I feel like as a friend, you should tell me who the good ones are. What if I trust a bad seed and I get killed because they’re ‘trash’?” Honestly, Asher still had trouble believing Mako had that sort of energy geared toward his fellow Pali, but it wasn’t his place to argue. “Of course. That’s the beauty of a cell phone. You can say whatever you want to whoever you want, whenever you want.” It didn’t take them long to get to the concessions, and Asher was quick to get Mako’s order. Within moments he was handing him a tray of medium popcorn, a large coke, and a larch bag of m&ms to him. With a nod of his head, he gestured him to walk over to entrance where a woman was handing out 3D glasses. “Take one. It helps you see the movie better.”

-

“Exactly. Those three are the best bet to explaining it all,” he answered. Unless, of course, it was a big move to troll them all. It didn’t make sense, sometimes it never had to, but it was still a (somewhat) worthwhile explanation. Vio looked him over as if Asher had given him orders like some kind of general. It was met with a pause, then a response. “You and Hudson are on the same page, then. I’d rather we get there sooner than later, but coming with what little we know will get them and us killed. Did you get anything else from Noelani? The flute’s definitely needed for the next trip.”

Asher shook his head at the mention of Noelani. While had a better grasp and understanding on the properties of the flute, it didn’t explain much, in fact it might have only left room for more questions. “Nah, I don’t know if that’ll help us more than it did before,” he reasoned, more honestly than before. The fact that him and Hudson agreed on something was a bit of a shock. “As much as I hate to say it, maybe you murdering that guy and sinking him to the bottom of the ocean might help us connect to them. They seemed pissed enough to take to homicide pretty well.”

“ I mean, you wouldn’t be wrong. Half of them are trash, well. Maybe not half. ” He laughed at his own little attempt of a joke, letting Asher rest his tiny little short and stout head against his shoulder while they continued forward. “ Oh, alright. ” Letting Asher lead the way as he pulled out his phone and began to press random buttons as though he knew what the other had been telling him. Unfortunately, that’s when music began to play out of the device and it freaked Mako out. “ Uhh, uhh, uhhh!! ” He whined, stopping Asher in his tracks as Mako stood still began to wave his phone wildly over to Asher to help. 

“Half?!” Even Asher had to make an attempt at a double take. Sure, he had his issues with a few of the Pali boys, but Mako was on a whole new level. “Mako... who in that house hurt you? I feel like not mostly that bad,” though he had to admit he wasn’t best taste in character. His interest was peeked, he was even curious enough to comment, that is until he heard the phone go off. Asher was quick to peek to see the front, even as it was being waved left and right. Within seconds, he reached over to pull if from the son of Poseidon’s hands, and answered the ringing device. “Hi. Kite? Yeah, it’s Asher. Mako’s on a date right now... Yeah, we’re in New York.... Manhattan. I don’t know, ask him when he get’s back... No... he’s busy. I don’t know what the fuck... ask Agathys.... Bye Kiki!” At that, he hung up and glanced up at Mako. “Wrong number.” He gestured toward the theater as they rounded the corner. “You want your own popcorn?”

‘no?’ why the hell would someone joke about that. ‘lost it in a bar fight.’ then again, that might sound outlandish, but compared to what actually happened, his tall tale was pretty tame in comparison. hudson nearly writes down that stalin would remember this, but he doesn’t, simply narrowing his eyes at the demigod’s displays of a nasty hoarding problem. the demigod tosses a few more slices of banana in the opposite direction of the son of apollo. ‘yeah, but only cuz i’m trying to get mako to blow me.’ he writes down. ‘i figured, dude probably has a mouth built like a vacuum.’ that sounded weird, so he adds, ‘since he can breathe underwater and all. you know what i mean?’

“ Animals are natural, humans are gross. ” He was quick on the reprieve as he looked over at Asher and laughed at the other’s superlative of sweet heart but the kiss took him by surprise. Mako couldn’t help but shake his head at Asher and how idea of a civilization. “ There’s a whole slew of Pali boys to save your butt, don’t worry. ” Mako was quite fond of the other and so he’d surely save Asher if the boy was in need. “ No, not at all. Why? Where are we going? ” Panicking for a second, Mako looked around to try and tell what was going on but he was absolutely lost in a big city like New York. 

 Asher decided not to even try to reason with Mako’s logic when it came to human hygienics. Humans were gross, probably more gross the animals, but he knew better than to drag his own race. Instead, he simply let his head rest on Mako’s shoulder as the walked. “I know how many Pali boys we have, What if I have ones I trust and like more than others?” He wasn’t even lying. Some of the guys in Pali had to give than any other house. “...To a 3D movie, like I said,” he drawled. IT didn’t take long to reach the theater. He grip Mako’s hand and pulled him inside. “Just put your phone on silent. Okay?”

At that, Malachi can’t helpbut let out an amused snort. “Vulgar.”Exactly the way he loves them. And with all the rules set and the line drawn,the press of Asher’s body is a welcome heat against his own, his hands quick toroam its chiseled expanses. “Ah,”Malachi chuckles low in his throat as he feels that little rut. It’s flatteringhonestly, and he returns it.

But everything else he wantsto do, he only does when they are under the cover of night – such as pullinghis shirt over his head. And revealed is a battle-toned musculature, covered in a generous amount of fuzz. His skin is pocked with fire-marks andscars from the dragon, reminders of their fight, a testament to why they areeven doing this in the first place. They have slain a dragon. It’s a cause forcelebration. Malachi arches a playful brow at Asher as he stands there,bare-chested and glinting under the morning, giving the other a chance to makeany desired move.