Chapter Fifty-Seven: Percy's New Residence

Chapter 57

Percy’s New Residence

Jaxon was sleeping naked in his bed when Noah entered his room with The Pink Top Daily. The cover showed Tristan, Deimos, and Celeste shackled to his couch, tickled on their feet, and his boots taped to their faces.

The header read, “Frontman of Steel Axe forces people to sniff his stinky shoes!” The subheader read, “And one of them puked in his boots!” Noah slapped the tabloid on Jaxon’s face. Jaxon shot up from the bed in a fury.

Jaxon: “HEY! I thought I told you to fuck off!”

He hissed, thinking it was Vanessa slapping him in the face. His heart sank at the latest tabloid article.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! Oh, no, no, no! We need to STOP this!”

He shot up from his bed, pacing around his room.

Noah smiled and left the room, closing the door behind him. He shapeshifted back into Rock. When he saw the real Noah coming, he shifted into a bird and flew downstairs and out the window.

Noah opened his door and saw Jaxon pacing around naked.

Noah: “What needs to be stopped, sir?”

He asked calmly.

Jaxon: “The presses obviously! Weren’t you listening, Noah?!”

He huffed, throwing the tabloid down onto the floor. Noah glanced at the tabloid and picked it up.

Noah: “What do you wish to not get out, the fact that your feet stink or you held these people captive to force them to sniff your stinky feet?”

Jaxon gaped at him.

Jaxon: “I didn’t hold them captive and my feet don’t stink! It’s all LIES! I want to know who did this!”

He huffed. Noah surveyed the tabloid and adjusted his glasses.

Noah: “Very well, Rufus or Percy can deal with this and ensure you get more coverage than Maxx.”

He smiled.

Jaxon: “Good. They can fix this mess.”

He smiled.

~

There was a dead skunk on the shoulder of Palm Tree State Interstate 95. Ray Osborne picked up the corpse, put it in a paper bag, and inhaled it. He held the bag close to his chest and began walking toward the forest and down the path back to his house in The Village of Pie.

When he arrived at his house, he saw Percy putting his stuff in a moving van. Quimby came outside wearing a machine on his back with black goggles on.

Quimby: “Percy, as a scientist, I have valuable information on Tristan to… study him accurately! I demand you take me with you!”

He planted his fists on his hips. Percy smiled.

Percy: “Ask your brother, my magical friend!”

He smiled. Jay placed his hands on Quimby’s shoulders.

Jay: ‘No, you still have to go to school—”

Quimby wrenched away from his grasp.

Quimby: “Jay, I am a freaking scientist for crying out loud! What on Reona do I need SCHOOL for?! I could do more with my theories on my discoveries and my scientific research!”

He snapped at his brother.

Quimby: “More than observing THAT STINKOLE AND WASTE OF SPACE!”

He angrily pointed to Ray. Jay heaved a deep sigh.

Jay: “Quimby, you’re twelve. When you’re eighteen, you can do whatever you want and live where you want, but as long as you’re a minor, you need a guardian.”

He said calmly. Quimby angrily shook his head.

Quimby: “I don’t NEED a guardian! I am not a useless piece of crap like THAT THING!”

He pointed to Ray who hung his head to cry.

Quimby: “All he does is stink up the house, carry roadkill in bags, and sing horrid ‘metal!’ I believe that black metal is garbage!”

He stomped his feet as he ranted.

Jay heaved a deep sigh.

Jay: “No, Quimby, you still have to finish school and you’re still a minor. You can be an evil scientist all you want once you’re an adult!”

He reiterated firmly. Quimby stomped his foot glaring at his brother defiantly.

Quimby: “SCREW YOU! SCREW SCHOOL! WHAT HAS SCHOOL TAUGHT ME?! SHIT I ALREADY KNOW AND THE REST OF THE CRAP I CAN’T USE IN MY SCIENTIFIC STUDIES OR REAL LIFE!”

He barked. Percy’s lips curled into a wry smirk. He has a point, he thought.

Quimby: “You’re not my mom or dad, Jay! Our parents are dead, so by that logic, I am an orphan and most orphans are working menial jobs in coal mines!”

He hissed. Jay drew another long breath.

Jay: “That was back a hundred years ago, Quimby.”

Quimby: “My point is you’re not my mom or dad! I want to live with Percy, cultivate my scientific career, and aid him in… studying Tristan!”

He stammered and shifted his eyes. Jay rolled his eyes and folded his arms, giving his little brother a stern look.

Jay: “Do you know what he means by this?”

Quimby: “Of course, I do! I’m a scientist, not a braindead black metal loser.”

He shot an icy glare at Ray, who was digging his clothes from the ground.

Jay: “You’re not going. What I say is final.”

He concluded. Quimby glared at Jay, and tears welled in his eyes. He kicked his shins hard, and Jay yelped and clutched them.

Quimby: “SCREW YOU, THEN! I DON’T LIVE BY THE GODDAMN RULES! I’M A SCIENTIST!”

He screamed and shoved Ray down as he ran into the woods. Percy watched him go and chuckled, fondly recalling himself burning down his school when he was a child. He then recalled killing his parents and Dodd when he was younger than Quimby. You’re never too young to start, he thought.

Kelly came out and handed Percy a basket.

Kelly: “Here you are, Percy. My homemade cornbread and some fruit to take to your new home.”

He smiled at him. Percy graciously accepted the basket.

Percy: “I will miss your cooking, Kelly. I rarely find anyone willing to accompany my meatless diet.”

Both Kelly and Jay smiled at him.

Kelly: “You’re welcome to come back anytime.”

Percy nodded.

Percy: “While I enjoyed my stay with you all and in your humble home, a rose must branch out.”

He bowed.

Kelly: “I understand that.”

Jay put his arm around Kelly and locked his gaze on Percy.

Jay: “I heard you bought the old Japanese teahouse and gardens in Little Tokyo for your house. It’s very exquisite.”

Percy nodded eagerly.

Percy: “When I was house hunting, it was exactly to my liking.”

He gave a chef’s kiss.

Jay: “We both wish you luck on your journey.”

Percy: “Adieu!”

He bowed and went to his red Chevrolet Corvette placing the basket on the floor of the passenger’s seat and buckled Smokey and Mickey in the passenger’s seat. He got in the driver’s seat, started his car, and drove away. Jay and Kelly waved to him as he honked the horn driving down the road on his way to leave The Village of Pie.

~

Percy drove through the streets of Little Tokyo. He made a lefthand turn down onto Meadow Boulevard and drove down the street with nicer homes and cherry blossom trees, palm trees, and Japanese maple trees on each side.

He arrived at his new home: 85 Meadow Boulevard. It was a cobblestone driveway with brick walls on each side. Percy drove up the driveway. Surrounded by various trees and bushes was an elaborate Japanese-style mansion. He parked his car in the parking space, got out, and marveled at his new house. He unbuckled the cats and led them to the house. A koi fish pond surrounded the house; Percy and the cats crossed an old sandstone bridge to get across and to the house. They went down the path and opened the circular glass door.

He entered the house and down the foyer. The floors were natural cherrywood. To the left was a spacious living room with oriental chairs and a red lip-shaped couch. The walls had green wallpaper with vines. There was a fireplace with a sculpted marble jaguar framing it. On the right was a huge window giving an excellent view of the garden in front. At the end of the room was a big-screen TV.

On the left side of the house, there was a large kitchen with pink-striped wallpaper. It had pink cabinets, a glass-top stove, and a sink. Separate rooms housed a pantry, bathroom, cat litter room, and laundry.

Past the kitchen was an elaborate full bar. The countertop had a black marble finish with bottles of liquor on the glass shelves with a crystal backdrop and neon lights illuminating the shelves. Leather bucket bar stools were at the bar. On the walls were speakers for a sound system.

Across the bar and through the gold archways was the dining room, which featured a crystal chandelier over a long glass table, purple and gold throne chairs, and a purple oriental rug. Windows and a glass door gave a spectacular view of the back on the left of the dining room.

The kitchen’s glass door led to the backyard. Percy stepped out onto the terrace and admired the large koi fish pond. Two double-rail Japanese-style bridges led to a small garden with a cherry blossom tree.

A door in the living room led to an indoor pool with glass walls, a glass ceiling, and a glass cupula. Another door in the enclosed pool led to a house that was a studio pad.

Mickey and Smokey went to the pond to gaze intently at the koi fish swimming around.

Percy went back inside and went upstairs. He was in the foyer, which had two glass French doors, one to the left and one to the right. The foyer had red snake pattern wallpaper with neon silhouettes of a man’s naked body and lips and two men having sex. He opened the door to the master bedroom, which was his bedroom. It was a large, spacious bedroom with hanging red lanterns from the ceiling. The lanterns gave the room a dark, blood-red look, which Percy loved.

The wall on the end had a mural of a Chinese dragon with mountains. Against that wall was a solid king-size rosewood Qigong step bed and canopy bed with a moon hole. There was a red quilt with gold silk sheets and pillows. Under the bed was a white tiger-striped rug. At the other end of the wood was a long ornate rosewood drawer with cat, dog, and rabbit ornaments and oriental vases on each side. There was a huge walk-in closet neighboring the drawer.

To the left of the room was a mirror wall with a silk-red couch with black curtains framing the mirror. To the left of the room was a window with a door to the balcony overlooking the backyard.

He went to the bathroom. The bathroom had black marble flooring with a large crystal jacuzzi in the corner on a platform and a crystal chandelier hanging above it. The wallpaper was black with violets and purple roses outlined in gold. The bathroom had four purple crystal sinks, two with gold jaguar faucets, and the other two had cobra faucets. Above the sinks were mirrors with frames consisting of many jewels. Adjacent to the sinks, was a gold naked-shaped toilet and a bidet. In the other corner, was a frameless glass shower. The was a linen cabinet with Turkish gold towels and bathrobes.

Percy smirked and went downstairs. He then ventured into the kitchen and opened the door where there was a long flight of stone stairs leading into pure darkness. Percy flipped the switch and dim red lights turned on. He went downstairs and into a torture chamber with a slab of stone with straps. On the left was an X frame, stocks, bonds, and various tickling tools such as feathers, cat massagers, massaging oil, electric toothbrushes, and brushes. On the right was a tickling chair. The walls were red with large black Xs. Percy rubbed his hands. This will be much fun for my little ice prince, he thought.

He saw a door on the left and opened it. The room had wooden floors and walls with lockers on each side of the door. There were doors on the right, left, and center. To the right was a bathroom with a bathtub and a shower, and to the left was a room with two massage tables. The door in the middle led to a hot spring room with a Mount Fuji mural on the tile wall, tile flooring, and a large bathtub with a waterfall. To the left of the room was a door that led to a sauna.

~

Percy wore a red silk robe and had his square glasses on. He sipped on a Cosmopolitan he made and watched TV in the living room. He flipped through the channels. He stopped at one recalling the same boy his grandfather is keen on, and the same one Jaxon is jealous of.

It was a segment with two metalhead white guys sitting on a zebra-print sofa. One was tall and slim with dark hair and the other was stout with blonde hair. The dark-haired man was Timmy and the blond was Tommy.

Timmy: “Welcome to Metal Meltdown with Timmy and Tommy! Oh boy, have we got something SPECIAL for y’all today! Surprisingly, this album sold platinum! We don’t know who would want to buy this but here we are!”

He nodded.

Tommy: “...Are you sure you wanna assault their ears with this, Timmy?”

He laughed, cupping his ears.

Timmy: “If we had to go through that torture with our iron ears, so do they!”

He cackled. They held up the album cover with a “Parental Advisory” sticker slapped over Maxx’s tiny crotch.

Tommy: “All right…, you’ve been warned. A ‘Parental Advisory’ sticker isn’t enough of a warning for this one… It needs a death warning or something ‘cause I wanted to kill myself after listening to this!”

He groaned.

Timmy: “Yes, getting a ‘Parental Advisory’ warning on your record has become a badge of honor… but this one is a HUGE dishonor to the metal scene… see for yourselves…”

He hit play. Stock guitars played through the speakers.

Tommy: “Okay, not bad, but not good either… Dude, is this a fucking stock track?”

He laughed.

Timmy: “Holy crap, I think it is!”

Suddenly, Maxx’s ear-piercing shriek cut through the record, assaulting their ears with “FATLEY’S XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL UNDERWEAR!” repeated several times. The men burst into laughter and painful groans.

Percy winced and cupped his ear at Maxx’s screaming.

Tommy: “NOOOO! Turn it off! MAKE IT STOP!”

Timmy: “We’re only thirty seconds in, dude! We gotta see it through to the end!”

Tommy: “I WANNA DIE!”

The entire audience attending the show slowly cleared out and their ratings dipped, as no one could bear the painful screeches.

Timmy: “Is this even music?! Have we gotten into a debate about what music is now?!”

He snapped.

Tommy: “NO! This shit ain’t music! It’s TORTURE!”

He squawked.

Percy shut off the TV and shook his head as he chuckled. This is what you took a shine to, Grandfather? He wondered. He found the segment enlightening, nonetheless. He learned his grandfather’s latest research subject was an infamous glam metal singer who made terrible music and was ridiculed by every critic. Up until this point, he paid little attention to Maxx, and this is also why he agreed to help Jaxon after learning he was jealous of him.

~

At Jaxon’s condo, he was watching Metal Meltdown in his living room. A slim Asian man with feathered turquoise and blue ombre hair was cuddling him on his couch. He was Satoshi Kazama, a waiter at Danny Donger’s and Fabien’s co-worker.

Jaxon: “Check it out! They’re talking about ME!”

He grinned, turning up the volume on the TV.

Timmy and Tommy laughed at the cover for “Mummy Metal.”

Timmy: “Do we have a case of Maxxy Malone 2.0?”

He joked. Jaxon gripped the couch in ire.

Tommy: “God, I hope not, I don’t think my ears can take it!”

He groused and laughed, playing the record. Distorted guitars blared with pounding drums, followed by shrill tone falsetto metal vocals, in key with the music.

Timmy and Tommy both looked surprised by the quality of the music, exceeding their low expectations of another Sex Beest.

Timmy: “Wow, I expected Sex Beest, but instead we get a new Torturgazm!”

He said with relief. Jaxon smirked smugly.

Tommy: “There’s already a bunch of those? What makes these guys so special?”

He asked.

Timmy: “I dunno? Mummy Metal?”

He held up the album cover and laughed. Jaxon’s ire soared once more.

Tommy: “Nothing will ever be as hilarious as SEX BEEST, though!”

He laughed.

Timmy: “I still can’t believe that guy got PLATINUM!”

Jaxon snarled at the TV, throwing the remote at it.

Jaxon: “Even when talking about ME, it turns back to that CLOWN!”

Satoshi: “Don’t worry, Jaxon! You’re getting great reviews!”

He exclaimed.

Jaxon: “But I’m STILL overshadowed by that neon disaster!”

He hissed through clenched teeth. Satoshi caressed his chest.

Satoshi: “They’re laughing at him. The joke will die out soon… Promise!”

He chirped.

Jaxon: “Die out, huh?”

He stroked his chin, thinking of Percy and he had a lightbulb moment. Satoshi purred.

Satoshi: “It’s bedtime.”

He teased.

Jaxon: “Oh, yes, it is!”

He purred back at him.

~

Maxx watched the segment on TV, baring his teeth, and growling.

Maxx: “NAH-AH! It’s not shit, ASSHOLES! It’s DA REAL DEAL!”

He scrambled to his feet and kicked over the coffee table. Rock smiled with magazines in his arms.

Rock: “Well, buddy, lots more reviewed your album… Let’s see…”

He picked up the coffee table and dropped the magazines on it. He picked up a few and hummed as he flipped through the magazines.

Rock: “Metal Lurker said, ‘This is the worst piece of shit ever. Morbid Kvlt is regarded as the worst metal band ever but they’re metal elitists compared to Sex Bees.’ ”

Maxx caterwauled.

Maxx: “IT’S SEX BEEST WITH A T! T! T!! SEX BEEST ISN’T SHITTY, ASSHOLE!”

He screeched.

Rock: “Metal Mania said, ‘Worst album and band ever. Someone should beat this loser with an oar and burn his wigs. A half a star out of five.’ ”

Maxx’s face turned beet red as his anger soared.

Maxx: “NAH-AH! I DON’T FUCKIN’ WEAR WIGS, ASSHOLE!”

He ran around and flailed his arms.

Rock: “Lucid Death Reviews said, ‘Sex Beest and Maxx are an embarrassment to metal. Stick to American Pizza and stay out of metal. A half star.’ and Oubliette of Doom said, ‘Awful. Just awful. You can tell this clown spent more time on those unsexy posters of himself than his music. One star. The one star is for the cat turd floating in his pool.’ ”

Maxx: “UNSEXY?! I THINK YOU MEAN SEXY!”

He whined.

Maxx: “IT WASN’T A CAT TURD! IT WAS A CHOCOLATE BAR!”

He cried and stomped his feet. Rock grinned and smirked as he read more reviews.

Rock: “Angry Metal Man said, ‘Absolute torture for my ears and eyes. Does this underweight poseur Vivienne-wannabe clown think he’s sexy? Who does he think he’s fooling? I’m wondering if his music or fugly posters he gives out are worse. Half star.’ ”

Maxx: “I AM FUCKIN’ SEXY!”

He screamed and threw his box of wine across the room.

Rock: “I could read you them all, buddy! It’s just mostly half-star reviews with the one-star review saying he gave it to the cat poop in your pool!”

He sang.

Maxx: “NAH-AH! IT’S ALL LIES, ROCK!”

He wailed and kicked over the coffee table knocking all the magazines on the floor.

Rock: “So far, Sex Beest is the worst metal band ever and Fatley’s XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL Underwear is the worst song in existence! What a great achievement, buddy!”

He spread his arms out and smiled tightly.

Maxx: “NAH-AH! IT’S NOT TRUE! THEY’RE ALL BIG FAT LIARS! FATLEY DID THIS!”

He whined and sank to the floor pounding on it and sobbing.

~

The next day, Percy strolled down the corridor of Jaxon’s condominium. He wore a white blazer that exposed his bare chest. The blazer had gold metal epaulets with holographic gems, and gold and holographic swirls went down the torso. He also wore black pants and Chelsea boots. Using one of his keys, he opened Jaxon’s door and let himself in.

Percy: “Good morning, Jaxon! I saw your underwhelming reviews!”

He clasped his hands.

Jaxon: “Tell me about it… if it weren’t for that orange clown!”

He huffed through gritted teeth and clenched palms. Percy grinned.

Percy: “Tell me about it. I saw Metal Meltdown last night.”

He chuckled.

Percy: “Fortunately, I have JUST the thing for you to get the limelight!”

He placed his hands on his hips and tilted his head. Jaxon turned to him and smirked.

Jaxon: “Oh, really now? Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He nodded to him.

Percy: “Of course, great minds think alike, non?”

He wiggled his eyebrows and clapped his hands.

They heard a bicycle honking sound and coming on a unicycle was a fat white clown man. His face was painted white with big red lips, a red nose, blue around the eyes, and a single black footprint on his right cheek. He had an orange and green bowler hat on with red footprints on the top, a long red pimp jacket with gold sequin lapels, rainbow striped pants, and large gold sequin clown shoes. The clown laughed maniacally.

Percy: “Meet my newest underling: Tickles the Clown!”

Tickles honked his bicycle horn. Jaxon gave him a quizzical look. A clown assassin, huh? Interesting, he thought.

Jaxon: “Brilliant. That clown won’t see it coming from another clown!”

He smirked. Percy’s ruby eyes had that determined gleam.

Percy: “I couldn’t have said it better myself, Jackie-boy!”

He squeezed his shoulder.

~

Jaxon was tied to his bed. His wrists were raised above his head and tied to the headboard and his ankles were tied. Percy sauntered in with a big smirk and a cameraman followed him.

Jaxon: “HEY! What’s the big idea?! What are you doing?!”

He snapped.

Percy: “Doing what you asked, darling: getting you in the limelight!”

He grinned and spread his arms out.

Jaxon: “That’s NOT what I meant! I meant to KILL that fucker!”

He fired back.

Percy: “You say ‘tomato’, I say ‘to-mah-to’.”

He shrugged.

Tickles wheeled in and honked his horn.

Tickles: “I’m Tickles the Clown and I will turn that frown upside down!”

He went up to Jaxon and tickled his armpits.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA FUCK OFF!”

He rasped.

Tickled pulled his boots off and peeled his socks off. He fanned his face.

Tickles: “Oh, PEEYEW! These feet stink!”

Percy cupped his mouth and snickered.

Jaxon: “You’re supposed to be going after that clown, NOT ME!”

He rasped.

Percy: “I am doing as you asked, Jackie-boy.”

He chuckled and nodded to Tickles the Clown. Tickles brushed a feather all over Jaxon’s feet.

Jaxon: “Hahahaha hahaha FUCK OFF! LET ME OUT OF THIS HAHAHAHA!!”

He glared at them both. Tickles raised two electric toothbrushes and scrubbed his feet with those.

Jaxon: “YOOW! HAHAHAHAHAHA HA OHOHO FUCK THIS SHIT OFF!”

He shrieked with furious laughter. Tickles scrubbed all over his feet with the brushes and between his toes.

Jaxon: “AHAOHOHOHO OEHEH ahah! STOP IT!”

He snapped.

Tickles the Clown clicked his tongue and wagged his forefinger.

Tickles: “Naughty, naughty!”

He pulled out cat massagers and scrubbed his feet with those.

Jaxon: “HAHA HAHA Fucking STOP IT! Hahah haa ahaha!”

He wailed and squirmed. Tickles then scrubbed his feet with a brush.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCK OFF!”

He glared at the clown with fury.

Tickles stopped and crawled up to Jaxon. Jaxon panted at him, locking his hateful glare onto him.

Jaxon: “HEY! What are you doing now?!”

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

Tickles: “I heard this gets a lot of action.”

He lightly tickled Jaxon’s member. His hardness twitched to the tickling.

Jaxon: “Nohohooh! NOT THAT! Haaha UNHAND ME AT ONCE!”

He rasped. Tickles giggled and held up a feather duster. He pressed a button the feather spun around. He ran the spinning feather around Jaxon’s cock. His shaft hardened and twitched. The sensation was overwhelming and the tip of his dick moistened.

Jaxon: “HAHHAHAhahah hehehe OHOHOHO Heheheheheh FUCKING STOOHOHOHOHOP!”

He rasped. As Tickles ran the spin brush over his member, he ran the electric toothbrush over the tip.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAH EHEH AHhahhHAHAH HAHAhahae!”

He laughed hard and his dick throbbed and swelled.

Tickles rose, grabbed the cat massagers, turned those on, taped them to his feet, and returned to tickling his shaft with the spin brush and electric toothbrush.

Jaxon: “Heha ah ahah hA AH AAH EHEH Ha hahh ah he haha!”

He laughed hard and threw his head back moaning as he started to pre-ejaculate.

Tickles: “Oh, he wants to cum!”

Percy moaned. I hope the tickling sessions with my ice prince are this hot, he thought and hardened.

The intense tickling resumed; Jaxon laughed hard and wheezed in between laughing and the sensation of tickling his member was too much. His balls twitched and his release erupted in the air and slapped against the bedspread. Tickles stopped tickling and removed the cat massagers from his feet. He then released him from his bonds. Percy flicked his gaze to the cameraman.

Jaxon: “What the FUCK was that all about?!”

He panted and glared at them through ragged breaths. Percy smirked.

Percy: “A video for all to see. This is what appeals to the masses of this city!”

He spread his arms out.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! How is that supposed to help me? Does this place really live up to the name ‘Feet Tickle City?!”

He scoffed. Percy smiled.

Percy: “Now you’re catching on, mon ami! Bravo!”

He clapped his hands.

Jaxon: “What? You’re saying THAT will get me the fame and glory over that clown?”

He threw his arms up. Percy nodded again.

He sat on the bed with Jaxon.

Percy: “You see, darling, I don’t think anyone wants to get sexual with him… He’s a joke.”

He said this breathlessly, brushing his fingertips against his chest and torso. Jaxon turned to him and smirked.

Jaxon: “No, they want to get sexual with me!”

He said loftily.

Jaxon: “And it seems you’re no exception, Percy?”

He teased him, stroking his torso and glancing down at his member. He palmed his hard cock through his pants.

Percy: “What I saw… made me very, very horny. I don’t get horny when I see that thing.”

He smirked and took a satisfying breath, stroking Jaxon’s cock, his fingertips grazed his balls. Jaxon smirked at him and shivered.

Jaxon: “Oh yes, I have that effect on people.”

He teased, stroking his cock. Percy jolted.

He rose from his bed and unsnapped the button on his blazer. He knelt and removed his boots and socks, and unbuckled his belt sliding his pants and briefs down. He stood before Jaxon baring his lean, tall body. His right arm had a sleeve tattoo of a tree with roses, a skull, and a pocket watch. On his left forearm was a Japanese phrase that said, “The first breath is the beginning of death”, and a king cobra snake on his upper left arm, a Chinese character on the right side of his neck that means “Honesty”, and star tattoos going down the right side of his back. Jaxon marveled at his body.

Jaxon: “Nice tatts. The first breath is the beginning of death, huh?”

He read the Japanese characters on his tattoo. Percy raised his eyebrows and glanced at his tattoos.

Percy: “Yes, that is correct! I’m impressed.”

He said earnestly.

Jaxon: “Not really. I come from Shin-Yamato and it’s my native language.”

He shrugged. He looked over at his neck tattoo.

Jaxon: “That one is Chinese and I don't speak that.”

Percy: “It means ‘honesty.’ ”

He wagged his head and smirked.

Jaxon: “Well, are you?”

He challenged.

Percy: “Of course, I am.”

He said slyly. Jaxon chuckled.

He climbed into bed crawling over to Jaxon. He hovered over him pinning him down, his mouth meeting his and his forked tongue wrestling with Jaxon’s. Jaxon ran his hands down his torso as they kissed deeply. Percy intertwined his fingers with Jaxon’s. He kissed each of his fingers and leaned over to kiss and taste his neck. Percy ran his fingertips over his chest and sides. Jaxon giggled at the tickling sensation. He hardened at the gentle pressure of his hands on him. Percy reached into the drawer of the nightstand to apply anal lube to his hardened cock.

Percy then took Jaxon’s hips in his hands to guide his movements. Under him, he rocked his hips back and forth while he guided him up and down the length of him. Jaxon groaned and dropped his head to Percy’s chest, kissing it, biting it, biting his collarbone and shoulders, as he rocked more and more beneath him. The temperature in the room skyrocketed. Percy kissed his neck and sucked his nipples, and thrust into him—hard.

Percy rode him with long deep thrusts and his strong hands on his torso holding him down gently but firmly, putting him in his place, which was under him. Jaxon uttered a moan and ran his hands up his taut arms to his shoulders and down to his hips and thighs that controlled his powerful thrusts.

Jaxon felt Percy lifting him off the bed. It seemed as if he floated with him higher and higher. Jaxon wrapped arms around him and threw his head back. With a crash, he came down and shook with a climax and let out a loud moan. Percy released inside Jaxon followed by a hoarse shout. He panted, pulled out of him, and grabbed Jaxon’s head, cumming on his face and into his mouth in a few hard spurts.

Jaxon lay back and swallowed. He panted and closed his eyes. Percy exhaled slowly, and he bent over and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Percy: “That was fun.”

He whispered. Jaxon sat up and wiped his face with facial tissue.

Jaxon: “Oh yes, you know how to have fun!”

He grinned at him.

Percy: “Would you like me to spend the night?”

He whispered.

Jaxon: “If you want to. But hey, just letting you know, I don’t do the whole love thing. I just want to have fun. I don’t want to deal with any more whiny crybabies! I had this girl think we were in love just because we fucked! Crazy, right?”

He thought bitterly of Vanessa. Percy chuckled and traced his thumb on his cheek.

Percy: “Darling, I am not in love with you but having fun… I am in love with my ice prince.”

He chuckled and kissed him.

Jaxon: “Ice prince, huh?”

He pressed him. Percy nodded and smiled.

Jaxon: “That Tristan guy?! Isn’t he with Deimos?”

He laughed.

Percy: “Why, yes, my magical friend, he has cryokinesis, so I use a collar to suppress his powers. We wouldn’t want this lovely condo to become an ice fortress now, would we?”

He said wryly.

Jaxon: “God no.”

Percy: “As for that menace, Deimos, he will be dealt with.”

He said darkly and smiled tightly.

Jaxon: “Oh, are you going to get Tickles on him like you did to me?”

He laughed. Percy’s shoulders shook from laughing.

Percy: “He wishes.”

He grinned.

Percy: “Join me in the shower?”

He nodded to the door. Jaxon smirked at him.

Jaxon: “God yes!”

He went with him.

~

At Foxy Robin’s, Robin took the baby monitor from Darrel and threw it against the mirror.

Robin: “THAT FUCKING WEASEL! He thinks he can steal Tristan from me?!”

She caterwauled.

Robin: “Well, TWO can play at that game, you thieving little worm! Tristan is MINE! I will ruin Deimos, Celeste, Percy, and that stupid Jaxon too! They will ALL pay and Tristan will BE MINE!”

She roared and glared at Gabriel, Oscar, and Darrel cowering in the corner.