Jaxon Cohen-Chang

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ASH: Babe, I'm her best friend forever and I'm telling you, she's the sweetest and scariest girl I've ever met.

ASH: Cam stfu, like you wouldn't ask Jess before daring to make plans for her, you're all fucking whipped.

KEN: Bitch of course I'm whipped, have you met my girlfriend????

CAM: shit...u right... wait should i invite jess to this thing? like are her and syd still iffy????? fuck dude

JAX: Ken puts up a major front, but when it comes down to it, she's like a little puppy dog when it comes to the people she loves.

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Thinking was quickly becoming a challenge as Jaxon played his body like a known melody, as per usual. The reassuring weight on his lap was welcomed, the anchor that held him from drowning in his own mind. “It’s-it’s great, yes. Whatever you want to do with it, I’m down.” He muttered hissing quietly as familiar lips exploited his weaknesses, making a shiver run down his spine, his hands sensing beneath the man’s t-shirt, softly mapping the muscular plains of his back.

A smirk grew on his face as Asher stuttered over his words. Sex had become a mechanism to help distract from everything else going on in the world, and while he knew that it was unhealthy in some way, he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t love every second of it. If Asher didn’t want to talk about anything, he wouldn’t force him to. If companionship was what was keeping him grounded, Jaxon was more than happy to be there for him. He let his teeth rake over the soft skin as his fingers toyed with the hem of the man’s shirt before lifting it up over his head. “If you don’t ask, I’m not going to do anything different with it.”

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Though not really one to be called egocentric, the compliment did give his ego a little boost, it had to when coming from someone that looked the way Jaxon did. Mumbling incoherently against the kiss, he pushed Jax back a little, quick to discard his beer to the side safely, before he was kissing the man that had become his lifeline slowly, combing his fingers through his hair and pulling him even closer, sighing in content.

Jaxon was quick to make the move to straddle Asher’s lap once his beer had been set off to the side. Fast paced how everything had been over the last couple of months. Things rarely took on a slow, sensual pace. It was always needy and passionate in a way Jaxon had never really experienced before. “Is this a good way to use my mouth or did you have something else in mind?” he teased, letting his lips trail over a strong jawline before moving down the column of his neck, intent on leaving a mark on the spot that left Asher weak in the knees.

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“Hey, moms don’t lie and she told me I was such a charming, handsome boy. You want me to tell her you called her a liar?” He threatened, albeit playfully. “She’s a through and through, second gen Mexican lady, though, so I really wouldn’t recommend messing with her.” He voiced playfully, tilting his head to the side to nip at Jaxon’s chiseled jaw. Strangely enough, the stubbled really did it for him, and had developed a knack for rubbing his nose against the coarse hairs. “The latter, definitely only the latter will do.”

“Moms always lie, dude. Santa? The tooth fairy? Easter bunny? Though, to be fair, she wasn’t wrong at all about the handsome thing, so I’ll give her credit for that,” Jaxon teased. For a fleeting moment he thought about voicing how cool it would be to actually meet the woman, but thought better of it since it was beyond too soon for anything that serious to be happening. Hearing the expected response, Jaxon leaned forward to set his beer down on the table before leaning in to kiss Asher deeply.

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“Oh fuck, then maybe I’ve just been thinking they’re all the same person.” Asher admitted with asnort of laughter, not the least bit ashamed at the truth in his words. It was hard for someone to really catch his attention for longer than what it took to bed them, so it really came as no surprise. “Ouch, you wound me, you wound me deep. First you insult my beer, then negate my obvious charm? That’s cold, man. You’re cold.” It was easy to forget the rest of the world for a moment, his entire being falling in tune with Jaxon whenever they were alone, and it was that small mercy that had kept him afloat, kept him from losing his mind in the aftermath of the most horrific experience of his life. “I feel it’s only right that you make it up to me.”

Jaxon had to roll his eyes at the comment, elbowing Asher playfully in response. While his father’s company was a large one, Jaxon had always made a point of making sure he knew everyone by name. It took a lot of practice, along with a few mistakes, but he finally managed to get it all down. “It was your mom, wasn’t it? Who told you you’re charming?” Jaxon teased, poking his tongue out at Asher. “Oh? And how do you propose I do that? Any suggestions from the peanut gallery or will finding a way to make better use of my mouth suffice?”

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“Ah, shit, I was actually gonna ask you if that cute redhead from accounting that I’ve seen at some of the events is single…” His tone dripping with sarcasm, Ash rolled his eyes, kissing Jason again, deeper this time, then lingering against his lips with a lazy smile. “Of course I meant with you, you idiot. I need someone that would actually appreciate it, and it doesn’t hurt that you’re hot and cute and all that shit you’ve got going on.”

“Which one? Cause I’m pretty sure, like, half of them are redheads,” Jaxon teased back, jabbing the boy in the side in jest after their lips parted. The half-assed compliment had Jaxon grinning like a complete idiot, but he quickly negated it with his next comment. “Has anyone ever told you how charming you are? Cause if they have, they were definitely lying to you.”

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“Well, damn, that was almost poetic, dude.” Asher teased lightly, tugging Jason closer and kissing him softly. “But, I like it. Oh! We should go to one of those brew tours!” He said, suddenly excited with the idea of a little adventure of their own. “Like a wine tasting except with local beer breweries, I’ve heard radio ads for that sort of stuff.” It was only then that his more childish side shone through, that thirst to live and experience more of the world while he had the means to. “It would make for an awesome date, if I do say so myself.”

Jaxon snorted out a laugh before grinning into the kiss that was planted on him. Clearly he had sparked some interest in Asher, which seemed to be good, since it was going to be a good distraction from everything. The idea of it being a date had more than piqued his interest, though. “A date, huh? I hope you mean with me, cause you got me all hyped for it now.”

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“Eh, guess there’s no harm in trying.” Ash agreed with a shrug of his own,his hand unconsciously moving to lightly thread long fingers in the hair at the base of Jaxon’s neck, tugging at the soft tendrils ever so slightly. “Little as I remember from the night we took over your sister’s place, I do recall she had some good stuff, but I can’t remember if it was Italian or Mexican or something, you should ask her so we can get some for ourselves.”

Jaxon let his neck go limp enough to be jostled slightly as Asher tugged playfully at his hair before he was leaning his head into the strong hand, looking over at Asher. “Knowing her, it was probably both and then some. She could definitley tell us what’s good and what isn’t, but then how are we gonna learn anything ourselves? I say we make an adventure of it.”

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“I’ll give it a try, but you’re gonna have to help a brother out, I have no idea what an adult is supposed to have at home.” Sydney was usually the one to take care of those things, but his best friend was hardly ever at home nowadays, so Ash had taken to just eating out. He didn’t dwell much on it, at least not around Jaxon, not wanting to give him more reason to worry. He was a grown man, and wanted to prove as much to both the man sitting by his side, and himself. He wasn’t doing a splendid job, but he was trying.

“Fine,” he stretched the word out, throwing his head to rest on the back of the couch, turning it to give Jax a deadpan look. “I guess I can start stocking up on some of that IPA bull crap that is all the rage, if it’ll suit the prince’s tastes better?”

“Of course. Next time you go, just give me some heads up and I’ll come with you,” Jaxon said, as if he didn’t spend most nights with Asher as it was. It likely came as no surprise to anyone, but Jax was typically the one making sure their fridge and shelves were stocked in his and Cam’s apartment, so helping Asher out with this wasn’t going to be a problem at all for him. And, hell, even if he didn’t learn anything from him, Jaxon would always be more than happy to go along with him. 

“It might. I honestly don’t know what would be considered good, but what’s the harm in trying new things, right? I mean, it’s not like we can’t afford such a luxury every now and again,” he offered with a small shrug. 

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“That is… exactly what it means, yes, and the Oreos are so not my fault. I got them for Cam but that asshole hasn’t even shown her face lately, too busy having it firmly stuck in between someone’s legs.” He was borderline pouting by then, but he didn’t really blame the blonde, not when she had finally managed to catch the attention of a certain brunette woman. “But I guess I can give this whole list nonsense a try.”

It was his luck that Asher was taking a sip just as Jaxon piped up again, and the liquid almost came spewing through his nose. He held it in, though, thankfully, and had to only worry about wiping a stray drop of beer that ran down to his chin. “You do not come into a man’s house and insult his beer. You really must not want to get laid tonight.”

Jaxon scrunched up his nose in disgust at the thought of his roommate stuck between the thighs of the head of HR of his father’s company. It was a weird, slightly messed up situation, but it really only made sense, given how all of their lives had been going, as of late. “Just keep one on your phone. You’re on that thing half of the time anyway, so it might help,” he offered with a small shrug of his shoulders as he took another swig from his beer.

He had to hold back a laugh at the reaction Asher had to his - somewhat - teasing words. As much of a partier as Asher claimed to be, he really didn’t have the best taste in beer. Granted, it was exactly what you would find at most parties, since it was cheap and decent enough. “Of course I want to. But you buy frat house beer. We’re like...grown ups now. We should be drinking bougie beer and stuff.”

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Asher was infinitely grateful for Jaxon being in his life. He always seemed to just know how to thread around him, specially in the last few weeks since the incident that wasn’t mentioned unless Ash himself brought it up. The companionship alone was usually enough to keep him grounded, to keep his mind from getting lost in the endless loop of memories from that night that played constantly through his mind. Okay, and the sex was a great bonus, he wasn’t going to lie, but it wasn’t just about that. There was something far deeper there, and Ash was almost completely sure he wasn’t the only one feeling it, but the timing was all screwed up. Like his head on most days.

He just wished he could have more to offer to Jaxon, the sweet boy that had taken care of him without prompting, but Ash was trying his best.

“Grocery list? Man, what the fuck even?” He questioned, looking at his companion as if he was an alien. “You know all that organization crap is not my thing, I like to live in the moment, live dangerously.” His tone was playful as he plopped down on the couch, pointedly looking at the empty space right beside him as he rested his arm on the back of the couch.

Jaxon rolled his eyes at the response, taking a long sip of his beer before settling down on the couch next to his companion. “Does live dangerously mean go grocery shopping while hungry and come home with a bunch of crap you don’t need? Cause I don’t think those Oreos have been touched in months,” he teased, nudging Asher with his elbow playfully. 

For a number of weeks now, Jaxon had more than happily taken it upon himself to ensure that Asher was okay. Of course, he knew he wasn’t, since he refused to talk to anyone about anything that went down, but at least the breakdowns had been few and far between, lately. 

“While I’m at it, I’ll remind you to get decent beer. This stuff is shit, dude.”

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As it tended to happen every now and then since that ill fated night, Asher’s gaze lost focus as he found himself alone in the kitchen. His hands moved on autopilot, distractedly pushing the empty beer bottles into the trashcan, then going about getting two more out of the fridge. He fiddled with the bottle opener, his heart rate picking up steadily as he stared at a specific spot on the floor, seeing a ghost of red where only stark white tile laid now. The sound of footsteps snapped him back to reality, just as he popped the bottle open, the sound almost making him jump. “I’m sorry, did you say something? Guess I was too focused trying to get these damn things open.” Ash said, shaking the sickly feeling that had crawled up his throat and forcing an easy smile onto his face. He offered a beer, before taking a sip of her own. “Remind me to get the twisty ones next time.”

While he and Asher had grown a lot closer over the last few months, it wasn’t until the incident - that they both didn’t speak a word about - that they really started to spend a lot of time together. Jaxon was around to make sure that Asher was okay, and he was sure Asher was simply around because being alone meant being alone with his thoughts and that wasn’t something he could fully handle just yet. After washing his hands, Jaxon made his way out of the washroom to not find Asher where he’d left him just a few moments ago. Of course and uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of his stomach and he swallowed thickly as he made his way around, back toward the kitchen. “You okay, Ash? Need any help?” he asked just as he moved to the entryway of the room he found Asher in. 

No response.

Furrowing his eyebrows slightly, Jaxon took another few steps into the room, which seemed to be what snapped Asher out of his tranced state. “I was...just seeing if you need any help. Looks like you’ve got it covered, though,” he offered with a small smile, accepting the beer handed to him. “Twisty ones...got it. You know, if you made a grocery list you wouldn’t have to worry about remembering,” he teasing, gently ushering the boy back toward the living room. 

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“Please, I really don’t want to think about anything anymore, at least for a night.” She agreed easily, feeling all but ready to keel over in place. The feeling of dread only grew as she changed into the first pajamas she could find, as if her body was trying to warn her about something. Or maybe she was just too drunk and too sad. That had to be it. Padding out of her room, she went to find Jax, feeling more than a lottle foolish for what she was about to do, but Kendall couldn’t help it, she didn’t want to be alone. “Would you mind sleeping with me tonight? I know it’s stupid but I just…” She shrugged helplessly, barely able to look her bother in the eye. She was supposed to be the strong one, the older sister that looked after him, but at that moment, she felt stripped of all pretense of bravado.

Jaxon had gone about cleaning up their slight mess as Kendall trudged her way up to her room to get ready for bed. He had no intention of leaving until Kendall told him to, but when she came back down to ask him to stay he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the mere implication of the words. “As if I was going to leave you? Girl, do you know who you’re talking to? World’s best cuddler, right here, in the flesh. There’s no way you’re getting out of that tonight.”

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It wasn’t just a slip not answering to his statement, she decidedly ignored it for the time being. Her brain was already waging a war against itself, but she promised herself to give it some thought once she was in a slightly better state of mind. If she remembered, that is. “I wasn’t expecting her to be okay with it, but you didn’t see her face, Jax…” The memory of Sydney’s face, the chilly, monotonous tone of her voice as she dismissed her, “If she doesn’t hate me then she at least doesn’t want to see me again. MJ is her friend, though, so she does have reason to hate me.” Ken explained in between hiccups and teary sighs, still clinging to his shirt for dear life. “I’m so tired, I just want to sleep for a few decades and forget about the mess I’ve made ofeverything.”

“You don’t know that, Ken... Sometimes things just need time to get over, you know? And same goes for MJ. Maybe she’ll talk to you eventually about all of this...” He kept his voice soft, but just loud enough that she would hear him over the sobs wracking through her body. Tears continued to threaten to spill onto his cheeks with every passing moment, but he forced himself not to cry. “Let’s go sleep then, okay? We’ll go sleep and tomorrow we can sleep some more and you don’t have to face the world until you’re ready to.”

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“I just… I can’t just ignore her calls, Jax. What of one of those times she finally wants to talk?” She asked, sounding mucb younger than her years, more desperate than ever befofe. Deep down in that brilliant mind if hers, she knew he was right, but it was hard to break something that was becoming a routine. She expected the pain and punishment now, and welcomed it with open arms, even if it was slowly consuming her every breath.

Ken cling to his strong frame as she kept fighting back the tears, and continued to do so, even after she lost the battle and the tears ran down her face. She wanted to believe him, to believe everything he said, but it was next to impossible with the feline of dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach after leaving Sydney’s. “I told her everything, a-and she told me to go. I hurt her and I lo…” She cut herself off, choking on the words. “We could’ve had it all, and I fucking ruined it before it even started.”

“Then she can text you and tell you that. Or she can leave a voicemail. Or you could see her and not let anything happen. There are lots of options here. Pick one and run with it.” Even in his less-than-ideal mental state, he knew he was right. And he knew that Kendall knew that, too. Over the years, he had picked up on subtleties that told him that she didn’t fully trust her own words. Making excuse after excuse for something was one of them.

Jaxon ran his hand over her back gently, holding her close to him as she broke down in his arms. It took a lot of willpower not to start crying himself, but it was clear she needed someone strong in that moment, so he managed to keep it together. Even if just barely. “She probably just needed time, Ken... You can’t expect to tell someone that kind of thing when you’re like...as close as you two are and for them to just be cool with it...”

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Kendall snorted at the jumbled analogy, moved that Jaxon was trying, just to give her some peace. She would be so lost without him by her side, and even though she understood his point, the guilt was just that much heavier than any logical argument. “And what am I supposed to do if she doesn’t want to talk? I care about her, Jax. I need to do right by her, and if that means getting hurt in the process… then so be it.”

Her psyche was already under strain as it was, her emotions tagging along, and it was the mention of Sydney that finally broke through the haze of it all, making her inhale shakily, tears springing to her eyes almost instantly and she had to bite her own fist to stop herself from sobbing. This was a kind of pain she had never experienced before, and it was consuming her. “She hates me…” Ken mumbled in between her teeth, shaking with the effort to keep herself together.

“Then you leave her be until she wants to. She doesn’t get to decide that you deserve some sort of punishment for something you didn’t even know you weren’t supposed to do, you know? It would be different if you knew and still did whatever it was you did...but you didn’t know, so you really can’t be faulted for that.” He let his hand soothingly run up and down the woman’s arm as he pressed his lips to the top of her head again. He hated seeing Kendall like this - she was always the strong one - because it was so hard to know what to do or say for her. She had a very one-track mind and when it came to serious matters and it was near impossible to sway her opinion on any of it. 

Seeing the reaction to his words, Jaxon was quick to sit up a little, giving himself a better look at Kendall. The tears forming in her eyes had him worried that he said something wrong so he quickly pulled her into a tight hug. His heart broke when he heard the words that fell brokenly from her lips. “I doubt that she hates you, Ken... Everything will be fine.”

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Kendall sunk into the comfort of her brother’s arms, feeling so small and young all over again, lost and so, so tired of it all. The situation with MJ had her losing sleep, but the possibility of losing Sydney for good over it… well, it was just about to break her completely. She heard that stupid saying before, about not knowing what you had until it was gone, but it was just now that the true meaning of the cheesy words was sinking in. It hurt. God, did it hurt. “In her defense, we’ve never been the kind to talk much about deeply personal shit. We riled each other up, fucked like animals in heat, and had each other’s back, but -” She trailed off with a shrug, not wanting to paint MJ like the villain when she had been the one to be hurt in the first place. “I deserve it, Jax. I’m simply paying my dues. About time I did.” If that was the case, then why did the words sounded hollow, even to her own ears?

“You don’t even know what you did to ‘deserve it’, as you keep putting it... That’s like saying you’re paying some random company hundreds of dollars every month because you spoke to a salesperson once without actually buying anything and now they just charge you for that conversation...” Jaxon wasn’t even sure his own analogy made sense, but given his mental state, he really didn’t care all that much. He knew Kendall would at least get the gist of what he was trying to get at with the words. “Also, quit talking about you fucking - I’m already uncomfortable knowing that you and Sydney were going at it while I was sleeping on your couch.”