Revamped and Refurbished

"I can't believe my father fucking did that!" Jason screamed as he sat up straight on the bed, effectively tossing me aside. I slowly pulled him back down, caging him in by propping my chin on his chest. He had insisted I tell him everything the moment he walked through the door, smelling like the bus. I made him shower before we cuddled up on his bed.

"Calm down. It's fine. You guys won, so we're good." Jason's jaw twitched.

"Yeah, but he threatened you." I rolled my eyes at my Superman.

"Jason, we came to an understanding." He still didn't look happy. "Look, this way your dad's fine with us dating, and he's gonna take care of Gabe when he gets out of jail," I shrugged.

"When's the bastard getting out?" he grits out through clenched teeth.

"About a year," I answered, eyeing him carefully. I drew soothing circles into his shoulder, trying to get him to relax. The New Years party was starting in two hours, and he really should take a nap beforehand. Considering the cheerleaders and football team's busses drove through the night to get here in time. Personally, I would have postponed the party one more night. They already delayed the party to tonight because the football players and cheerleaders were in Florida for New Years. What's one more day really? The party was now doubling as a victory party for the guys, though.

"Why did he get such a short sentence?" Jason frowned.

"Well, I didn't want my mom to know, so we had to leave me and the underage stuff out of it. He only got convicted for pandering his other prostitutes, so he got two years." He seemed to consider this before he relented with a sigh.

"I didn't even want to be part of my father's shit, and now he's pulling you in," he tore his eyes away from the ceiling to look at me. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologise, Babe." I gave him a little peck. "It really isn't that bad. At the end of the day, all I have to do is make you look good, and I don't mind that at all. Also, you don't have to deal with this shitty game alone anymore, because, by your father's decree, we are now playing as a team." Jason chuckled, lightly shaking his head.

"And we make a pretty good team," he sighed, hand coming up to cup my cheek. I smiled at him.

"We do. Besides, as your father said, I know the game. He revealed his motives and intentions, thinking I was an idiot. He forgot that not everyone is so pissed scared of him to roll over and obey at the first sign of danger. He wants me to be your executioner, but he's not expecting to be number one on my list."

"What do you mean?" Jason stiffened slightly beneath me.

"I mean I know what our hail mary is, Babe." Jason raised an eyebrow at me in question, and I chuckled before I explained. "All politicians try to emulate the American dream and 'All-American family'. You know, good marriage, the big happy family, wife and kids, white picket fences, and all that shit. Of course, everyone knows it's just an emulation. Yet, we still find it scandalous if we find out anything to the contrary," I rolled my eyes, which in turn had Jason laughing. "But this lifestyle has formed a particular taboo under politicians. This taboo is why your father and Hera are still married, by the way."

"And what's this taboo?" Jason asked with a smirk, probably already knowing what it was. His father had trained him for this life after all.

"Divorce." Jason raised a mocking eyebrow at me, not surprised in the least.

"We can't get divorced if we're not married, Percy." Saying it out loud must have clicked something in his brain as his eyes blew wide and he stared at me. "Wait, are you fucking proposing, right now?"

"Gods, no," I chuckled, adding the 'not yet' in my mind. "Neither one of us is ready for that. All I'm saying is that we can keep it in the bank as a hail mary for if things go to shit. If we got married, your father wouldn't be able to do much, short of killing me, to break us up."

"Wow, that's romantic," Jason rolled his eyes. "If things go to shit, we can get married," he mocked.

"That's not how I meant it, and you know it." His one hand slinked around my waist and underneath my sweatshirt to draw circles on my lower back. Which sent shivers up my spine. The other hand ran soothingly through my hair.

"Yeah, I know," he gave me a sweet kiss. "You're right, though. We're probably going to get married one day, anyway. So we can keep it in our arsenal."

"Yeah, one day, after we've graduated. Preferably on the beach." Jason smiled at me, humming softly.

"I'd like that."

"Meanwhile, I could move in with you," I smirked, and Jason's eyes lit up as they did in Time Square. I had seen the apartment at Christmas. Jason and I spent the night there to exchange gifts after dinner at my mother's. Speaking of Christmas gifts...my Christmas gift to myself lay beautifully on my arm, hidden underneath my sleeve and unbeknownst to the blonde.

The anchor tattoo on my arm had really been terrible. I had obviously been drinking before and after getting it, which diluted the ink and left it quite faded and patchy. The amateur tattoo artist apparently didn't go in deep enough either, so it faded even more. It got to the point where I could barely make out the 'Sailor' lettering. So, as a gift to myself, I went to my tattoo artist in the city, Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She had done all my other tattoos, and she was a fantastic friend. She fixed it and added something a little more personal, covering the 'Sailor' lettering. She made me swear never to go to another artist ever again, though, which I happily agreed to.

Tonight's party would be the grand reveal. I bit my lip, wondering what Jason's reaction would be. Would he fall in love with it the same way I did? He had never showcased the same fascination some clients had with the tattoos. I had only gotten my first tattoo after a client requested it. The bastard wanted something to look at as he fucked me. The entire nautical map grew with the purpose to highlight the movement of my back when I was bent over. I got to choose what to get, so I got something that meant something to me. Back then, it represented how I was going to sail away from it all one day, escape. It now represented the journey behind me, everything I've gone through, everything that led me to Jason. I loved the tattoo itself, though, just not other peoples purpose for it.

"Yeah?" He pulled me in tighter against him, and I swung my leg over his hip to get more comfortable. The way his hand instantly gripped at my thigh told me he appreciated it.

"Yeah, so let's get some sleep before the party because I'm not planning on coming back early. I haven't been to a party since high school." Jason smirked before he rolled us over, slotting comfortably between my legs.

"But I haven't gotten my reward for winning, yet," he pouted, looking undeniably too cute for his own good. I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'll do it after the party, assuming you're not too drunk to get it up," I winked, and he groaned.

"I don't drink, Perce. I'll be good." I burst out laughing at his innocence.

"You're the victorious quarterback, Jay." He frowned in confusion. "They're gonna make you fucking drink."

"But if I don't want to..."

"You don't know the Greeks like I do, yet. It's the price you pay for a spirited team." Superman groaned as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck.

"It's gonna be horrible, isn't it?" I ran my fingers through his hair to soothe him. Jason hummed as he leant into the touch like a kitten.

"It'll be fine. I'll look after you." He sighed again, slumping more of his weight onto me. "Just try and get some sleep."

"How am I supposed to sleep knowing I might die tonight?" Jason grumbled. I huffed a laugh as I flipped us over again, bracketing his hips with my thighs.

"Okay, fine. I'll give you your reward now. It'll help you sleep."

"Thank you," he sang like a damn toddler. Which was utterly inappropriate considering I was about to blow him. It was our agreement after all, after the first blowjob in the pool locker room, that I'd blow him after every victory. I would have spanked him if he lost. I was a little disappointed that he never did.

"I'm not taking my clothes off, though." I couldn't let him see the refurbished tattoo yet. "It's fucking cold."

"Weren't you planning on wearing a tank top tonight?" he asked, quirking a brow at me.

"Yes," I answered flatly. "In a heated club, dancing and drinking. Not in your chilly motherfucking fortress of solitude." I waved my hand across his immaculate room to prove my point.

"It's not that bad," Superman giggled like he was already drunk. I knew him well enough to know he was just tired.

"It is." I rolled my hips into him, cutting off his argument with a moan. "It's why I'm going to use the allowance from your father to revamp your apartment before I move in. Same fucking energy."

Apparently, Zeus had deemed a monthly allowance a benefit of the relationship. Like hell, I was actually going to use it for my essentials. I had my pride, and I could take care of my own damn self. I would use it on Jason, though.

"Stop teasing," Jason groaned, clawing at my hips as he bucked up into me. I chuckled as I scooted down in between his legs. Pushing up his shirt as slid my hands up his delicious abs, I bent down and delved my tongue into his naval the way I knew drove him crazy. Another moan had me considering gagging my boyfriend. We haven't ever done anything sexual in his room before, the reason being Frank's discomfort on the matter. We found it easier to keep it to my apartment because Leo really didn't give a fuck. Being considerate to Frank, gagging him is precisely what I did.

I bunched his shirt up further, stuffing it into his mouth. His muffled moan sent vibrations through my fingers. I cocked a questioning eyebrow at him, and an instant blush crept onto his face as he looked away. Who would have guessed that Jason liked being gagged? I grabbed his chin, making him look at me again. I kept eye contact as I slowly pulled his sweats back with my teeth. I smirked as his cock sprang free. Finding pleasure in being gagged and going commando. When and how did my innocent little virgin turn into a sexual deviant?

Not that I was complaining. I found the way he looked at me with this weird mixture of need and innocence beyond hot. Like he was begging me to show him all the things his imagination could never fathom. I was almost desperate to comply. I licked up the underside of his dick, and he strained against my hand at the back of his neck. The hand that was making him watch me. My other hand was slowly rolling his nipple in-between fingertips. As I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, an idea formed in my head.

Maybe it was an idiotic idea, but he liked being gagged so perhaps he'd like this too. I had to test the waters, so I moved the thumb that was genty stroking his jaw to the front of his throat. Keeping my eyes locked on his to see his reaction, I put the tiniest bit of pressure on his windpipe. The action itself was minuscule, really, but the reaction was definitive. Jason's hips bucked, cock twitching in my throat. His eyes dilated with lust, and a groan emanated from deep within his chest.

I released him the moment he started panicking. Clearly, not from the choking itself, but from his own reaction to it. I sat back on my hunches, giving him the space he needed. He tentatively reached a hand up to his throat, shuddering at the touch.

"Oh my gods," he breathed.