The Road To Atlantis

"How'd you afford this?" I asked Percy as we sped past the trees, away from campus, in his black 67 Mustang. "I mean..." I started when I realised how bad that sounded.

"It's chill," he chuckled as he reached over to give my hand a little squeeze. "Remember that 'step-monster' I told you about?" he asked, and I nodded. "Well, he had me work for him, and I saved up, got a great deal too. His name's Blackjack, you like him?" he asked, turning his attention back to the road.

"Well, duh. He's beautiful," I ran my hands over the dash. "So, you want to tell me a little more about your 'step-monster'?" I asked, and I saw a shadow fall over his face. "At least give a timeline or something?" His eyes stayed locked on the road as he clenched his teeth. So, he didn't like him.

I just wanted to get a better understanding of his past though, and how bad could the guy have been if he had paid him for work he had done? I was sure I wasn't going to get any answer though.

"My mom and dad split the first time just before freshman year," he said softly, leaving me a little stunned. "A few months later, enter Gabe. He had me working by the end of the year." I kept silent, too afraid he might stop.

"My dad eventually told Mum that he wanted to get back together for my sake, so she got rid of Gabe about halfway through my senior year." He looked over at me for a moment, then back at the road. "So yeah, there's your timeline."

"I never realised." I honestly hadn't. His parents had always come to watch his games together, and I had never seen anyone else with them. I just assumed they were still together.

"Check in the glove compartment." I was momentarily thrown by his request. "There's an aux cable to connect your iPod. I need some music." I pulled my iPod out of my pocket as I opened the glove compartment.

A moment later Andy Grammer filled the car with 'Blame it on the stars'. My eyes drifted over to him, and I smiled. He was pretty much sex on legs in that very moment, and he was all mine.

He was wearing tight, black jeans and black boots with a light grey, cowl neck hoodie. Aviators perched on his slightly turned-up nose, and his face was emotionless, which, of course, meant that his lips were in a slight pout. All of this, paired with his slightly grown out undercut and of course the car, made him look pretty badass and hot, and fully fuckable, which is why a very mischievous idea formed in my head. I leaned over and started kissing him in the neck as my hand inched towards his groin.

"Jase, whatcha doin'?" he asked just before his breath hitched as I started to rub his groin.

"Well, I've had enough of you always doing all the work," I whispered as I slipped my hand into his jeans to palm at his semi-hard cock. I gave his ear a little nip before I let my head move down to his lap. He realised what I was planning just then because he pulled me back up.

"You don't have to do that, Jase," he said, and I rolled my eyes at him. I shifted in my seat, sitting up on my knees, facing him to get better access.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to," I said as I unbuckled his pants. I wasn't going to be denied this opportunity.

He had gone down on me or jerked me off quite frequently lately, and even though he hadn't walked with a limp or had any pain in his back for about a month, he didn't seem to want to have sex. Which made me wonder how he satisfied his urges, especially since he wasn't letting me relieve him...

Don't get me wrong; I'm not suggesting he was cheating on me. I mean, both he and Luke had been sporting bruises for the last three weeks. It just sucked that I always seemed to be the one that needed to get off and he was just like 'I don't need it'. I guess it made me feel weak.

I lowered my head to be met with his cock and took it into my mouth before I had a chance to overthink it. I had no idea how to do this, though, so I winged it. I started sucking on his tip, swirling my tongue around it. Then I flicked my tongue through his slit.

"Fuck," he hissed as one of his hands took a fist full of my hair. I half expected him to pull me off him, but he didn't. He just gently urged me on, so I started to move down, determined to take as much of him in as I could.

I was a little over halfway when I started chocking and backed up a little. Suddenly I gained a new respect for Percy deep throating me like it was nothing. I resigned myself to sucking on his tip while I jerked him off.

It amazed me how he kept his composure. The car wasn't jerking at all, and he wasn't squirming around in his seat or anything. He held the car on a smooth, constant speed and if you would drive past him, you'd probably assume he was alone in the car.

The only thing that gave him away, though, was his breathing, which was ragged and shallow. That little clue, of course, made me swell with pride because I was obviously doing something right. I continued to do just about anything that popped into my head.

"Jase," he said with the rawest voice I've ever heard. He started pulling on my hair, and I realised he was trying to pull me off him this time, gently. "I'm gonna..." for the first time, he shifted in his seat. He leaned toward the steering wheel as he pulled a little steadier.

The thing was, I wasn't going to get off him. If he can swallow my cum, I can take his...or at least try to. So I ignored his efforts and sped up my hand as I grazed my teeth over his cock and hollowed out my cheeks as I sucked.

"Fuck, Grace!" he cried as he gave me one last tug before his breath hitched and he came in my mouth. I tried my best to swallow it all, but it all came a little too fast, which resulted in me popping off him with chipmunk cheeks full of cum. He pulled over instantly and turned to me the moment the car stopped.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked as he zipped himself up and fastened his belt. I held up one finger as I sloshed his cum around in my mouth, really getting the taste. He froze as I swallowed it all in one big gulp. It didn't taste that bad. It was just very different, and something I will have to get used to.

"Huh, it does fill you up," I said with a wink, and he just stared at me.

"Okay, as hot as that was, why the fuck did you swallow?" he asked, finally snapping out of his stupor.

"Because I wasn't about to let you get this car dirty," I said quite smugly as I sat back in my seat and fastened my seatbelt. "Now, could we please get going? I don't want your father to worry." He just shook his head as he started the car and pulled back onto the road.

The moment we got up to speed again, Meghan Trainor's 'Walkashame' started blasting through the speakers, which had both of us roaring with laughter.

We rode into the city, and he started making his way to the docks. He had at least told me where his dad lived, so I wouldn't think he was about to kill me, according to him. He pulled into a parking lot right next to the pier. I saw a little building at the end of the dock with a sign that read 'Atlantis'. I watched as the waves crashed under it, the spray hitting the windows.

Percy got out with me following, and pulled our bags out the trunk, putting them on the ground before he pulled out a tarp and covered Blackjack. I was momentarily frozen. Percy had told me his dad lived by the sea, not in the sea. Perhaps I was overdramatic, but it honestly looked like the waves were going to swallow the little building any moment, or at least it did to me.

I heard Percy chuckle as he grabbed both our bags, flinging one over his shoulder, and set off down the pier, right into the crashing waves without fear. I steeled myself and followed. Percy looked back at me one last time before he pushed through the doors.

I was instantly met with warmth and the most delicious smells as the doors closed behind me. I looked at the bustling tables and the chaotic kitchen of the, I only realised once I stepped inside, restaurant. Well, maybe it was more a dive than a proper restaurant, but it was terrific. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves, and as we made our way to the stairway next to the open kitchen, there wasn't a single person that didn't greet Percy like family.

"Perce, I need some help!" came a shout from the kitchen as we reached the stairs. I looked around to see Poseidon behind the stove.

"Be right back down," Percy shouted over his shoulder as he bound up the stairs, nodding his head at the top, telling me to follow. When I reached the top of the stairs, I was standing in a living room, a little kitchenette in the far left corner, with two teenagers on the couch playing Xbox.

There was one door to the left of the living room, which would be over the kitchen, and two doors on the right, which would be over the dining area. Percy slipped into the farthest door on the right, and I followed, the two teenagers eyeing me funny as I did so. Percy just threw the bags on the bed, from the door, and closed the door before he turned to me.

"So, you okay with this?" I just stood there, those gorgeous smells wafting up through the floorboards, not fully understanding what he meant. "Because I don't want you calling Thalia, telling her you can't handle this chaos and have her kick my ass." I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"If anyone is going to kick your ass, it's going to be me."

"Oh, really?" he asked with a cocky grin. "I'd like to see you try," he whispered as he stepped into me. "Besides that, though, I really just want you to stay." He looked at me with a kind of worried expression.

"It's perfect, Perce," I said as I gave him a little peck. His face split into a grin.

"Okay, so this is my room, and now your room as well. I share a bathroom with Tyson, who is next door," he said, pointing to the side of the room. "My dad is on the other side of the..." he started to point towards the door before he dropped his arm and looked at the said door with a puzzled look before he shook his head "...whatever that room can be called." Strangely the most crucial thing to me was...

"Tyson?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, the dude upfront, playing Xbox." I nodded slowly, although I was begging for more information with my eyes. Luckily he picked up on it. "Also, my half-brother."

"Hold up, half-brother?" I asked, suddenly realising, once again, just how little I knew about him.

"Yeah well, my dad's cheating habits were the reason my parents split in the first place," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, Ty's mom died. So he's staying here permanently." I nodded my understanding. "So, you can unpack or whatever and I need to go help my dad. Speaking of which," he said as he swung the door open to go stand in front of Tyson.

"Who's your friend?" the boy asked. Percy surprised me with the sweetest smile I've ever seen on him.

"Well, Ty, this is Jason," he looked back at me. "Jason, this is Tyson, and the lovely little lady over there is Ella." I threw them a wave, Ella throwing one back. Tyson, however, kept his eyes on Percy. "Say, Ty, why aren't you helping Dad? It's madness down there," he asked his face and tone still sweet and calm, but his eyes held a storm.

"We had homework to do," Tyson said, shifting in his seat.

"So, I assume you have finished?" Percy said in a low, dangerous tone, indicating to the game. Both teens nodded wildly. He bent down to be eye level with Tyson. "I'll give you to the count of three," he whispered, and the boy all but rocketed off the couch and down the stairs, Percy close behind him, throwing me a wink before he disappeared.

"Is this a normal thing for them?" I asked the girl who had stayed on the couch, Ella.

"Oh, yes," she said as she continued her game. "Yes, it is. You want to play?" she asked, holding up the other controller.

"Let me just unpack first," I said as I made my way back to the room. This was undoubtedly going to be my most entertaining Thanksgiving yet.