talk less, smile more (p)

Francios laid on his stomach with his feet up in the air as he was reading the latest issue of Vogue Magazine. He was wearing something different than what he was earlier. Now he was dressed in a gray sweater, white shorts that showed off his plump ass perfectly, and a pair of pink socks that reached up to his knees with two white strips on the top of them. He had a cherry blow pop in his mouth as well. Francios looked like a model out of a boytoy magazine.

Francios flipped the page in his magazine before looking over at the door. A smile came across his face when he saw who it was. "Fancy seeing you here, Jasper." He waved him over as he started to kick his feet back and forth in the air. "I'd thought you'd chicken out or something." The son of Eros added with a grin.

"First off, do you like my pose?" He asked, sucking the blow pop into his mouth. His tongue danced around it suggestively. "I think I belong on a magazine cover or maybe someplace like Chippin' Dales." He giggled, biting his lip. "Sit." He motioned to the spot behind him. "You'll get a perfect view of my ass while we talk."

Francios raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I like it when jocks get angry. It's very hot." Francios looked over his shoulder at Jasper and chuckled. "Hm, yeah, we have soda." He reached underneath his bunk into his mini fridge and pulled out a Coke. "Here you are." He placed in on his ass. "Come and get it." He whispered with a grin on his face.

Francios giggled and looked over his shoulder at Jasper, biting his lip. "Come on, I know you want to grab it. Slap it, pull it, everything. Come on. Just imagine I'm a girl, but with a better figure." The son of Eros sighed and looked at the drunk of Jasper.

He rolled his eyes and sat up straight. He stood up from the his bed and closed the pink semi circle to give them some privacy. All of the bunks had them in the minor love gods cabin for a reason we all should know. He stood in front of Jasper for a while before going to his knees in front of him. He took the can of Coke from him and took a sip, then placed it to the side. "Do you know what I can do, Jasper?" He asked as his index finger ran up and down the son of Dionysus' thigh.

Francios put his hands up and sat back on his haunches. "Look, I want touch you as long as you talk to me. C'mon, why are you keeping your sexuality a secret, huh? A couple of the Ares' boys don't keep it a secret and their father is a tough war god." Gods, he always wanted Ares to f*ck him, but realized that Lady Aphrodite might curse him with ugliness and he didn't want that. Anyway, the son of Eros picked up Jasper's drink and handed it to him. "There ya go. Talk to the best bottom in camp."

"Look, Jock, I know I'm no son of Athena so I'm going to try and work through your psychological problems, but I am a son of Eros." Francios leaned back and peeked out to make sure no one was paying attention before he moved his head back in and grabbed Jasper's hand. His eyes started to glow. He used a bit of his desire power to loosen Jasper up. Hopefully that'll work with the alcohol consumption. "Talk to me, Jock. Tell me why you are hiding your sexuality in a place as liberal as Camp Half-Blood?"

Francios smiled and stood up from the ground and got on the bed. He started to rub his shoulders to give him a massage. "You have a point there. You still haven't answered my question, Jasper. Why are you hiding?...Also do you like my shorts? That's important." Francios giggled. What? He knew that this power would only last for another minute or so.

Francios huffed. This boy was going to be a challenge for him. He was into that. He liked a challenge. Any boy that was hard to conquer was a boy worth getting to know. He sat back and just let his hands rest on his shoulders. "Well, your aesthetic can change. When your jock friends see me on your arm, they'll be so jealous."

Francios sighed and rubbed his shoulders with a small smile. "Well, let's see, what can we do, huh? Because I really, really want to show you a good time. I can wish your clothes, clean your armor, pack you Gatorade, be there to cheer you on during games..." The son of Eros got up from the bed and picked up the can. He sat back down on Jasper's lap and sighed. "It's totally up to you, Jock."

Francios got off of Jasper and sat down crisscross on the space next to him. "No, no, you can't lie to me about this." He smiled some and grabbed him another can but kept it to himself. "As much as you want to leave and walk out that door, you won't do it. You know why? Because you know that it's true." He told him in a whisper.