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Percy sighed as he stared up at the giant speaker that was looking particularly old and heavy on the very top shelf of the storage room. I mean, who put a 50lb giant speaker up that high? And now he had to take it all the way out to the outdoor cafeteria because someone (him) had the great (not so great now) idea of playing music for the kids while they had lunch.
As he stood, contemplating whether or not his ego would allow him to fetch the ladder, he thought of his home. That’s where he should be right now, lounging around watching TV, full of his mom’s food, taking a break until the fall semester starts up. Instead, he was helping run a summer camp for middle-schoolers.
The kids weren’t bad, it was just long hours and there was always something that needed to be done. And his mom wasn’t here. At least the pay was good, and he would have more than enough money to cover all the living expenses not covered by his swimming scholarship next semester. That way, his mom wouldn’t have to worry about anything on his part.
Thinking about his mom always got him emotional, so Percy focused his eyes on enemy #1.
“Alright now, let’s hope my back doesn’t break after this,” Percy muttered.
After some strategic wiggling and maneuvering, he started to carefully bring the speaker down. As he turned to place the speaker on the table, a familiar face opened the door.
“Percy, you really should’ve had someone help you bring that down.” Nico said, expression somehow disapproving but uncaring.
His obsession with Nico started the moment he had laid eyes on him at the start of camp, almost two months ago. Since then, poor Annabeth had spent countless nights in his room while he ranted and raved about the boy. It was always some variation of, ‘ Did you see the way Nico did his hair today? He looked so hot ’, ‘ Do you think Nico likes me? ’, or ‘ Why doesn’t he want me? ’ But if Annabeth was sick of it, imagine how he felt. Nico drove him mad.
Percy smiled widely, “Aw why? Are you worried about me?”
“It’s a safety hazard,” said Nico flatly. Ah, yes, there was that too. The fact that Nico was the first man or woman in his life that seemed completely immune to his charm. He flirted with him every chance he got though, hoping for a reaction. If he was lucky, he got a short, uninterested reply. Still, he also hadn’t outright rejected him. Nico was a pretty tough guy, and Percy was pretty sure Nico would have told him to fuck off by now if he really minded.
To be fair, that was probably his fault. Percy was kind of a known flirt. He wouldn’t say he found Jesus and changed his ways, but he definitely hadn’t shown interest in anyone other than Nico since their first conversation. But Nico probably didn’t notice that, or care. And now his friends had to endure the constant whining of Percy, who had finally encountered someone who didn’t just fall to his feet.
At this point, he was pretty sure everyone knew, maybe not Nico, because that guy was thick as a brick. Half the time they worked together all Percy wanted to do was fuck him. Or be fucked. Or fuck around. Anything related to fucking.
And honestly, who could blame him? The guy was a walking rockstar poster, complete with the punk aesthetic and well-defined thighs.
Percy realized he was staring and quickly gathered his thoughts.
“So, you came looking for me?” Percy said smirking, leaning his forearm on the speaker. Nico began to shuffle through drawers with his back to Percy, giving him the perfect view of his ass in those tight black jeans.
“I work here.” Yikes, cold, even for Nico. After a moment, he added, “I’m looking for the paint brushes, the kids are doing self-portraits.”
“That’s cool,” he starts talking before he realizes. “You know, I was talking with Annabeth, and I was thinking since we don't have any events planned for next Saturday we could have a Rock Concert themed night for the kids. We can hire a band, do face paint, maybe some games, and have a little talent show. I think they’d like it.”
It takes a moment for Percy, unused to anything other than blazing confidence, to realize that he feels anxious for some reason. Embarrassed or… self-conscious? Despite his bravado, Percy did care what Nico thought.
Nico turns his head slightly in Percy’s direction. “That actually sounds really cool. You should pitch it at the next meeting,” Nico says cooly, before looking back.
If Percy had a tail, it would be wagging all over the place. Before he can lose coolness, he picks up the speaker, 50lbs suddenly feeling like 5.
“Sounds good man!” Percy says as he departs, ignoring the glance that Nico takes to his arms and the speaker, no doubt judging Percy’s lack of precaution.
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“And he said it would be REALLY COOL, Annabeth! Like, he thinks I'm really cool!” Annabeth gave him a questioning look but didn’t disagree. Not even cleaning-duty could ruin his high right now.
“Are you talking about Mr. Nico?” One of the girls giggled, clearly having overheard them.
“Uhh, no. I was talking about someone else.” Percy said, grabbing the color-smeared paint palettes from their hands.
“Nu-uh, we heard youuu,” the red-head teased. “It’s okay, we totally ship you guys. Everyone knows you guys are going to get married and have lots of little babies.” The girls sighed dreamily and Annabeth stifled a laugh.
“I’m not even gonna comment on that,” Percy said, laughing good-naturedly. He then leaned in to whisper, “but don't be telling people that alright?”
The girls squealed, “We won’t!!! Your secret is safe with us Mr. Percy. Bye Ms. Annabeth!!”
Alex, the last student to turn in his palette, seemed a bit nervous coming up to Percy and Annabeth.
Annabeth smiled at him, “Hey Alex, did you have fun today?” He nodded timidly, before turning a canvas for them to see. It was a beautiful painting of the camp at sunset, surprisingly skilled for a boy Alex’s age.
“Wow Alex, that’s amazing!” They both gushed over his painting, earning them a sheepish smile from the boy.
“Thanks, Mr. Nico let me have another canvas, he said I could put it on my wall.” That really made Percy smile. As tough as his exterior was, he really had a soft spot for the students.
“Can I ask you a question?” He said, looking down quickly after meeting his eyes. Percy exchanged glances with Annabeth.
“Yeah, man, what’s up?” He said, trying to sound genuine.
“Can you really marry a boy? I mean I thought I- I mean- boys, had to marry girls.” Percy’s expression softened, and he felt a small ache he hadn’t in a while. Not since his own days of questioning and self-doubt.
“People can marry whoever they want, Alex. It’s about finding someone who makes you feel happy and safe, it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl.” Alex looked up with a slight nod.
“But you don’t have to worry about that for a while, Alex. Leave the marriage to old men like me.” That earned him a laugh from Alex.
“You’re not old! You’re only like 30!” He giggled. Ouch, okay. 20 is the new 30, I guess.
Percy pretended to grab his back in pain and gave himself an old man voice, “My golden days are behind me! Now get out of here, young man!” Alex laughed as he left, waving goodbye to them both.
When he turned back, he found Nico had appeared out of nowhere, and had seemingly heard the end of that conversation.
“That was nice of you,” he commented, sounding more gentle than usual.
“Yeah, well, it’s what I would’ve liked to hear at his age.” For some reason, that made a ball form at his throat, and he quickly got the remaining supplies to take back to the storage room, leaving Nico and Annabeth to converse without him.
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“You know, I think he might actually like you.” Percy shot up straight from where he had been lounging on his bed beside Annabeth, nearly knocking over his pillow and shark plushie.
“Why? Did he say something? Was it when I left? What did he say?” He demanded, but Annabeth only laughed.
“Nothing, oh my god, we talked about work. It’s just a feeling. The way he looked at you,” she said, wearing a thoughtful expression.
Percy slumped back to his pillow, curling his shark in his arms. “Yeah, right, he looks at me like I’m paint drying on a wall.”
“I think if you just talked to him, like actually talked to him not just baseless flirting, he would go out with you.” Annabeth and her difficult, impossible solutions.
“It’s not baseless! And everytime I talk to him I just get stupid. Like all my blood rushes to my dick and-” Annabeth covered his mouth quickly.
“Alright, I get it. No need for details.” Percy licked her hand, causing her to jerk it back.
“No but for real, I get all stupid around him. He probably thinks I’m some dumb jock.” He let his hands cover his face dramatically.
“We’re gonna be setting up this week for that event you suggested, that Nico thought was really cool ,” Percy uncovered his face, turning his head to look at Annabeth, “I think you should use that time to talk to him, ask him questions about himself.”
Percy bit his lip, “I’ll try, for real, I know you’re probably sick of my whining.”
“I am.” She deadpanned.
“Then, if this works, you’ll probably get sick of all the hot, gay sex we-” Annabeth quickly, and harshly, suffocated him with a pillow.
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To his credit, he did try. All week he tried making conversation with Nico, with the occasional flirty comment, who responded with short answers, but didn’t seem annoyed and let Percy lead the conversation. At one point he even smiled at one of Percy’s jokes. Quick, but Percy caught it, and in his book, that was a win.
He also tried helping in any way he could, finding a way to be around Nico more frequently than usual. That, he could blame on the events preparations, which Nico and Percy had found themselves mostly in charge of.
Today, they were on the floor, finishing up the banner that would be placed over the stage. Nico, the artist of the two of them, had obviously taken the lead in its creation but Percy had no problem fetching paint and glitter for him.
They had actually grown more comfortable with each other in the past few days, thanks to Percy’s pestering. Nico was a really smart person, surprisingly patient with the students, and despite what other people said, funny. Dry humor wasn’t exactly Percy’s forte but after a while Nico’s sarcasm grew on him.
Percy also had less trouble keeping his head on straight when it came to Nico. Except, right now that is, because Nico was bending over to reach the palette he had left behind. Now, he was only a man, and definitely not God’s strongest soldier because he found himself admiring the smooth curve of Nico’s ass, and even better, the stripe of lower back that had been exposed. Even the way the bottom of his hair curled around his neck was a turn on.
Unfortunately, that meant he was also not paying attention to the paper stars he was cutting, causing him to slice through a bit of his finger. He hissed, drawing Nico’s attention.
“Percy, did you cut yourself?” Nico said, alarmed, reaching over to inspect his hand.
“Kiss it better?” Nico ignored him. It really wasn’t that bad, on his non-dominant hand too, but there was a lot of blood gushing out to where Percy was concerned it would get all over their hard work.
“Come on, let’s go to the infirmary.” He let go of Percy’s hand, getting up. Percy fought the urge to pout.
“I’d follow you to hell, baby.” Nico seemed to bristle at that one, so Percy got up quickly and began walking with him.
As they walked, it occurred to him that Nico was beautiful. Not just hot and sexy (he obviously knew that). He was scowling, and even then his lips were reddened and he had a slightly pink tint on his cheeks. His shaggy hair was more stylish than anything Percy could ever hope to achieve. His dark lashes, smooth jawline, just everything. Beautiful.
Percy looked away then, suddenly warm from something other than the summer sun.
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Percy regretted coming to the infirmary. He would’ve bled out on the floor if that meant not seeing Nico run into his ex-boyfriend, Will.
Will, who seemed to jump at the opportunity to “catch up” with Nico while a girl patched him up with a medical adhesive. She was chatty, and normally he was the social-est of butterflies, but right now all he could focus on was a certain blonde talking to Nico.
“You really should be more careful.” She said, but it fell to deaf ears.
“Mhm.”
“You teach the students how to swim right?”
“Yeah.”
“You know, I never learned. If you have the time, maybe you could teach me-”
Nico walked toward them, and Percy smiled.
“We should get back, you done?” He said, cool as ever.
Percy looked down at his hand. “Yup,” he turned to thank the girl and followed Nico out quickly.
“So, you’re gonna teach Kayla to swim?” What surprised him more than Nico initiating conversation, was the confusion.
“Who?”
“Nothing.” Nico shrugged.
Both their heads turned at the sound of two girls giggling and running.
“No running!” They shouted at the same time, which might have been funny, except one of the girls was carrying a container of paint water that landed all over Nico’s shirt.
“Sorry Mr. Nico!” They said, before quickly running off.
“Fuck,” he said, observing the stain. Percy swallowed hard, Nico cursing was hot. Nico lifted the stained fabric to get a better look, revealing a toned stomach and the hottest fucking hipbones Percy had ever seen.
“Eh, it’ll come out. I’m gonna head to the bunkers real quick to change. Meet you back at the classroom to finish the banner.” Percy just nodded dumbly, the picture of Nico’s bare skin burned to his eyes.
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Not unusually, Percy found himself taking a long hot shower that night. And not unusually, he found his thoughts wandering to a certain raven-haired boy.
He was already half-hard just thinking about the bit of skin Nico had revealed. He had to be some kind of pervert, honestly. There was no one there to judge him, so he let himself indulge, imagining more than just Nico’s pretty hip bones.
He stroked himself, wondering about the rest of his body. It was no doubt the rest of him would be just as pretty. Percy thanked the heavens for those tight jeans Nico always wore that showed every curve of muscle and ass on him. He would give his left hand just to bite along those thighs, leaving marks for days so that Nico would remember who did that to him.
He tugged himself harder, feeling his breath quicken. He would make it good for Nico, not just because he prided himself in pleasing his partners, but because he knew Nico would make the prettiest sounds. He had such a smooth, low voice. He might not be so talkative but Percy would make him sing .
He wondered how Nico would like it. Maybe he liked having his ass eaten while he cried from over-stimulation. Maybe he would love to get on his knees and take Percy’s big cock. He had such a cute mouth, they’d make it fit. Percy felt himself nearing completion, groaning quietly.
How did Nico pleasure himself? Did he fuck his fist in the shower like Percy? Or did he hump his pillows desperately, clenching his delicious thighs, burying his face in the sheets when he came. That image did it for Percy, and he came with a moan.
He slept well, dreaming of raven hair and small smiles.
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It was Saturday, and Percy felt surprisingly nervous, yet excited. Almost everything was ready to go and the kids seemed excited, he just hoped they had fun.
He felt a bit out of himself, wearing a black sleeveless shirt Annabeth had bought him as well as some black jeans he thought complimented him nicely. Briefly, he wondered if Nico would like it, before he made his way to meet Annabeth at the storage room since she had to pick up some things.
On his walk, he ran into some of the kids and rolled his eyes at those who started calling him ‘Emo Percy.’ They themselves were wearing all sorts of black outfits, spiky jewelry and shirts from bands he’d never heard of, so he let it go.
He leaned on the wall, using his phone while he waited, and when the door opened the wind was knocked out of him.
It was Nico, acting casual as ever, while wearing the hottest thing Percy has ever seen. Nico had on a loose fitting (was that cropped ) sleeveless shirt with an album in the middle and, wow, arms. His jeans rested nicely on his hips, complimenting his silhouette. But worst (best) of all, he had a smokey eye that seemed to sharpen his features with a bit of glitter that complimented his eyes. Those eyes that were once wide and pretty were now sultry and sexy.
He just looked hot, there was no other way to see it.
Percy quickly composed himself, “Someone’s ready for tonight.” Not as smooth as he would have liked but oh well.
“I could say the same thing,” Nico said, glancing at him before walking towards one of the drawers next to Percy and shuffling through.
“Well you look good, you-” His words died in his throat. Nico lifted his arm as he searched, exposing his lower back with two, delicate dips on either side of his spine.
“You have back dimples,” he said, not recognizing his own voice. Then, without thinking, he reached forward, placing his dumbs in either dip, holding his sides. Nico tensed, snapping his head around to give Percy a wild look.
He realized then that he was now effectively holding Nico’s waist, who was essentially trapped between Percy and the shelf. He snatched his hand away like it was on fire, stepping back.
“Oh my god. I didn’t mean- I mean- I’m sorry that wasn’t-” Percy stuttered, holding his hand to his stomach.
Percy didn’t think it was possible for someone so pale to turn so red. Nico opened his mouth, as if to speak, but didn’t seem to find the words, or Percy didn’t let him, because he just apologized again before practically sprinting out of the room.
He took refuge in the music room, heart beating wildly. He couldn't believe he did that to Nico. He was touchy, affectionate even, everyone knew that, but that was just a creep thing to do. Percy Jackson is a creep. He groaned, letting his head hit the shelf in defeat. He should just quit instead of making his coworkers (friends?) uncomfortable. He promised himself he’d leave Nico alone now, no flirting, no jokes, no nothing.
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He tells Annabeth he got busy, and avoids everyone as much as he can for a few hours. Contemplating his existence as one does after being a pervert. His hands still feel warm, and he finds himself clenching them open and closed whenever he remembers the incident.
Eventually, though, he has a camp counselor meeting with everyone for the final tasks to be given out before the event. Chiron gives his praise to both him and Nico for planning the event so spectacularly and he looks at everyone but Nico.
He practically runs out of the room and nearly jumps out of his skin when Nico catches up with him.
Before he can get a word in, Percy apologizes again.
“Percy, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal.” He says it, so cool and calm, so unphased that Percy feels like he hallucinated the redness on Nico’s cheeks earlier.
“I-Okay.” Maybe he imagined it a bigger deal than it was. Or maybe Nico was just being nice. Percy counts his blessings.
“Anyways, Annabeth told me you needed someone to do your makeup for the event. I can do it since she's busy.” Annabeth is a dirty fucking liar is what she is. He knew she had nothing to do.
Well, now that she wasn’t going to do it he actually did need someone to do his makeup.
“Yeah, if you’re not busy.” No quick flirty jab this time. Breathe, Percy, you can do this.
…
Nico’s room was kind of what he expected. Black bed sheets, posters from bands he didn't know, even a few shirts and socks thrown around. God it even smells like him, a fresh pine scent, mouthwatering. Bad, Percy. A guitar by the bed catches his attention.
“You play?” He asks.
“Sometimes.” He doesn't elaborate, instead gesturing to the bed, “You can sit there, I'll get my makeup from the bathroom.”
Percy sat.
Nico asks what Percy wants for his makeup, but Percy lets Nico pick. He gets to work, putting things on his face, while Percy realizes that having Nico so close to his face is a special kind of torture. I mean, where was he supposed to look? Not his pretty face, not the toned shoulders revealed by his muscle shirt, even his neck is dangerous, so pale and unmarked.
“So do you wear makeup often?” Nico doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he watches Percy’s face, maybe to see if he was teasing him. He wasn’t. It was hot, and made sense with a style like Nico’s.
“Sometimes. For concerts. Dates.”
They talk more and it makes Percy feel better about earlier. Like Nico really forgot about it. And even though Nico got pretty close to his face he kept himself under control. He tried his best not to stare at Nico, taking turns looking from his face, around his room, and his shirt while they talked.
Nico seemed to take his time, not that Percy minded, but eventually he shifted, having grown uncomfortable from sitting so still.
“Sorry, it's usually faster on myself because I can get really close to the mirror.” Percy understood what he meant. Nico was held back by Percy’s long limbs in front of him, leaving Nico with less control over his brushes.
“You can always sit on my lap.” His mouth was quicker than his brain, so much for leaving poor Nico alone.
To Percy’s surprise Nico shrugged and did just that.
He climbed right onto Percy, straddling him and resuming Percy’s eyeshadow. For the first time in Percy’s entire life, he was speechless. He never thought he’d be attracted to the weight of another person on his body. The heat of Nico’s thighs is driving him insane, and knowing that his ass is on Percy’s lap. God he could smell him.
The only appropriate and natural-looking place to put his hands is on his sides, resting slightly against Nico’s calf. Nico pats on the products like nothing is out of the ordinary. Meanwhile, Percy focused all of his attention on not getting a noticeable boner.
Unfortunately, he had a frequent fantasy about this situation, except Nico was usually doing more than just sitting on his lap. He often liked to think about grabbing both their cocks in this position and-
Nope. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slimy snails. Worms. Roaches. Chiron naked. Okay, gross.
Seconds or hours pass until Nico stops.
“I think I’m done.” Nico pulled off of his lap and Percy resisted the urge to drag him back down, his thighs already missing Nico’s heat.
“Right, thanks.” He said numbly, getting up and beginning to walk towards the door.
Nico raised a brow, “Don’t you want to see it?”
“Oh, yeah.” He walked to Nico’s bathroom and was surprised by what he saw. He never really considered himself someone who would look good in makeup but Nico had given him dark, but masculine eyes and even accentuated his cheekbones. He looked like a rock star.
He turned to Nico, who looked pretty proud of himself, “Thanks, it's awesome.”
“No problem,” he said, and Percy could have sworn he had a small smile on his face.
Nico suddenly checked his watch, “We better leave now, we’re supposed to be setting up soon.”
Percy nodded and they made their way to the front door only to be met with Will, Nico’s ex-boyfriend, who was obviously about to knock and seemed surprised to see Percy there. His eyes darted between Percy and Nico.
Percy greeted first. “Sup man.”
“Oh. Hey Percy, didn’t expect to see you here.” Will says, weirdly tense.
Nico looks between the two of them, looking slightly confused, before Will speaks again.
“I, uh, came to talk to Nico, but if it's a bad time…” Percy wanted to tell him that yes, it was a bad time, and he shouldn’t bother Nico ever again, but instead he shakes his head.
“Nah man I was just heading out, I’ll see you later Nico. Thanks again.” He does a sort of pat and squeeze on Nico’s shoulder, who is still looking confused.
Will does the Bro nod, and Percy walks off. Fuck that guy. What did he want with Nico anyway?
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Percy definitely does not count down the minutes until Nico finally gets to the stage to start helping move chairs. Ten minutes. Is that enough time to fuck? Or worse, confess feelings and get back together?
Percy has the decency to wait to interrogate him, and after what he feels like is a reasonable amount of time (5 minutes), he speaks.
“So what’d your ex want?” Percy says, a little too casually. Your ex. Be more obviously jealous Percy.
Nico raises a brow, but tells him anyways, “He wants to get back together.”
Percy’s heart falls to his stomach. He squeezes the chair in his hand.
“And what do you want?”
“Not him,” he says simply.
That’s good enough for Percy.
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The event seems to be going along perfectly, and the camp counselors mostly go around making sure the kids aren’t killing themselves. Percy goes to get chairs, just in case they need a few extra and runs into Nico walking past the storage room.
He smiles and heads in, and Nico follows in after him. Maybe he was getting extras too.
“Hey, your eyeshadow smudged a little.” Nico comments.
Percy pouts, “Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to ruin your masterpiece.” The pet name slips, but Nico says nothing.
“It’s alright, I’ve got it.” Nico grabs a napkin from one of the boxes and Percy is startled when he begins wiping under his eye. Their faces are inches apart, and Nico seems really focused. He smells so fucking good. Fresh pine, a little hint of honey.
“Too bad you can’t sit on my lap this time.” He says lightly, not really joking. Nico’s dark eyes meet his own and Percy knows he’s done for.
The next second, they’re kissing. Like, full-blown tongue-fucking. And it’s better than Percy ever imagined. Nico has soft lips, but kisses with intensity to match Percy’s. Percy can't get enough of him. He wastes no time feeling Nico up, who enjoys the attention. He’s spent too long drooling over his thighs and ass to not get a handful as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
Nico pulls back first, searching, “Oh, I always thought you were… joking.” Percy scoffs, unbelieving, and drags him back in for a desperate kiss. A kiss he’s waited nearly three months for.
He lets his hand firmly hold Nico’s waist, letting it run occasionally to feel the dips on his lower back, and the other gets buried into Nico’s hair. It's as soft as he imagined and he can’t help using it to bring him closer. Nico moans into his mouth when Percy’s thigh meets his center, feeling his hard cock trapped under his jeans.
Nico runs his hand under Percy’s shirt feeling his abs, he uses a bit of nail, which stings, just how Percy likes it. Percy shows mercy and pulls off his shirt and Nico does the same. It’s a never ending buffet of cream-smooth skin and gentle muscle.
Nico, obviously more sane than Percy, reaches back to lock the door before jumping Percy again. The skin to skin contact feels like it burns him, in a good way. Percy starts kissing along his neck, certainly leaving bruises. Nico lets out a whine and tightens his hold on Percy’s muscular arm.
“F-feels good.” Nico pants, squeezing the life out of his bicep.
Percy lifts him onto the table, lowering his mouth further and further while he grips Nico’s ass.
“God,” Percy says between kisses, “I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you.” Nico squirms under the attack of Percy’s mouth, which finds its way to one of Nico’s sensitive nipples.
“When I was on your lap…” he says, breathing harshly, “I was so hard. It hurt , Percy. Just wanted you to touch me.”
The words sear into Percy’s mind, thinking of how needy Nico must have felt, so hard on his lap, how badly he wanted him. He could’ve had him right there.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Percy says, bringing his mouth up again to meet Nico’s lips. “Want me to get you off? Hm?” Nico whines, Percy revels in the sound.
He pulls back to watch Nico’s face, “Want me to suck your cock?” He wants to see him say yes, he’d make him beg for it if Percy had the patience. But he doesn’t, right now he’s only barely holding it together.
Nico leans closer, fighting against Percy who forces the space between them, “Please, please, please.”
Percy wastes no time getting on his knees and quickly pulling off Nico’s pants and boxers, letting him lean on the table. Nico’s cock, like the rest of him, is beautiful. He loves the weight of it on his hand, and the pretty blush at the tip of it. His mouth waters just looking at it.
“Such a pretty cock.” He pumps it twice, just to watch Nico’s face, and nearly comes at the sight of his lover twitching under his touch, making such pretty, needy sounds.
He kisses along his stomach, leaving more bruises while he continues stroking Nico. Percy is going to enjoy looking at those later. Once he’s done attacking his toned stomach, Percy looks up.
Nico’s face is flushed and his hair is perfectly mussed. Percy is staring, unabashedly, “You are so fucking hot.”
He takes him into his mouth, earning Percy the most delicious moan out of Nico’s mouth. He’s impatient and greedy, taking up as much of Nico as he can before sucking as he comes off slowly.
It proves too torturously slow for Nico, who can’t help but buck up into Percy’s mouth. He grabs Percy's hair and Percy moans when he pulls it, dragging him down his cock. Nico realizes Percy is giving him the lead, and begins to use Percy’s mouth at his own, harsh pace, whining and panting through every movement.
Percy loves it, even when he chokes a bit, rubbing his own cock through the fabric of his jeans. It doesn't take long before he spills in his own pants pathetically, and Nico is not too far behind.
He feels Nico start to pull him off. “W-wait, I’m, nngh , gonna-” but Percy knows, and instead lets himself take Nico as far as he can until Nico comes straight into his throat. He sees Nico bite his own arm, suppressing the moan of his climax, and wishes it was him Nico was biting.
Finally, Nico pulls him off gently, bringing him up for a kiss. He stares up, surprisingly shy, and starts dragging his hand down Percy’s chest, toward his dick.
“I can..” Percy blushes a bit, both because Nico looks so beautiful this way and because he’s a bit embarrassed to have come in his pants just from sucking him off.
“I kind of already…” he says, and they both look down to see the faint wet spot on Percy’s black pants.
Nico looks both shocked and pleased, “You mean just from…”
Percy holds his hand, that came to rest on his abdomen, “I could come just from watching you.” He doesn’t know if Nico believes him, but it’s probably true. That man lit a fire in him like no other. As a matter of fact, if they didn't get their clothes on soon, he’d be hard in no time.
Nico only smiles, and rests his head on Percy’s neck. Percy lets the hand on Nico’s waist draw him closer, until he’s practically enveloped Nico in a hug.
He kisses Nico’s hair, “We should probably get back. I think the band’s set is about to finish, and I have to go change my pants.” Nico smiles at that.
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Not necessarily a problem, but a consequence he didn’t realize he would have, was that he had broken a dam with Nico. And now it was a battle to not spend every waking second with his hand down Nico’s pants.
He told himself today he would talk to Nico, a real, serious conversation about them , because Percy had to make himself clear. He wanted Nico, exclusively. Dates, holding hands, love letters, the whole ordeal. And they were better off being on the same page before somebody (Percy) got his feelings hurt.
So, he invited him over. Showed him all his action figures, posters, and CD’s while Nico sat entertained on his bed.
“No way! Is that Skeletor?” Nico jumped up to grab a figurine that stood on Percy’s bedside. “I haven’t seen one of these in forever.”
As Nico marveled over the figurine, Percy naturally stepped behind him to get closer, holding Nico’s waist comfortably.
“Yeah my stepdad gave it to me when I was 15.” Percy planted a kiss in Nico’s hair, “I was a little old for action figures by then.”
Nico turned with a smile, only for his expression to change slightly when he looked up at Percy. Percy knew that look by now. Pretty soon, he’d be able to read Nico like the back of his hand.
Nico reached to give him a kiss, trying to turn around, but Percy only held his waist firm. He liked Nico in this position, the way he had to look up and back at Percy. Soon, he felt his hand slipping down the sides of Nico’s waist. He felt around until he found the little dips in his back and squeezed, causing Nico to inhale sharply.
“Such a perfect body,” Nico twitches under Percy’s ever-moving hand that had found its way to his cock.
“How about I just get you off like this, hmm?” Percy said lowly, letting his breath brush Nico’s sensitive ear. He let his hips move forward, making Nico gasp when he felt his hardening length on his backside.
“Would you like that? Getting taken care of while my dick is rubbing on you? I won’t cum if you don't want me to.” Nico only whined. He came to like that about Nico, how shy he was to vocalize. It was cute and made it more fun to drag it out of him.
“Or maybe,” he massaged Nico’s dick through his sweats, “you wanna fuck my mouth again? You liked it last time didn’t you? Liked using me like a little toy?” Nico looked embarrassed but bucked up against Percy’s hand anyway.
“Am I your toy, baby?” Percy asked with a sincere voice as he stopped massaging and simply held Nico’s cock.
“Percy, you can’t- you can’t just say things like that.” Percy just chuckled, knowing how much Nico enjoyed the power Percy so willingly gave him.
“So what’s it gonna be?” he squeezed, still holding Nico’s cock in his hand.
“Can we.. the bed, please. I want to… look at you.” His boy was so sweet, straining his neck to kiss Percy.
His wish is Percy’s command. He strips them both quickly and sits on the bed, beckoning Nico to sit on his lap. He does so, straddling him, swollen cock bumping into Percy’s own.
“You look so fucking gorgeous.” Percy says, kissing him deeply, running his hands down his bare back and ass. Nico responds beautifully to every suck and bite of his lips. He starts thrusting upward, making Percy smirk.
“Is this what you wanted last time?” Percy says, breaking them apart to grip what he can of both their cocks. Nico groans, watching Percy through lustful eyes.
“When you sat on my lap did you want to fuck my hand like this?” he jerks his hand, loving the new sensation of Nico’s smooth cock pressing on his.
“More.” Nico commands, already trying to fuck upwards, only to be held down by Percy’s strong hand. He’s merciful, though, and strokes them firmly, meeting Nico’s lips once again for a kiss.
Eventually, the sensation proves too much for Nico, as his mouth opens wide with moans and he is unable to meet Percy’s desperate kisses. He lets his forehead fall into the crook of Percy’s neck as he moans and kisses Percy’s skin.
Percy feels Nico’s hand tighten on his shoulder, and the gentle feel of teeth on his trap that nearly tips him over the edge.
“Wanna bite me, baby? You can. Bite me.” That’s all the permission Nico needs before he bites down on the firm muscle above Percy’s collarbone. Percy shouts and less than a second later both their stomach’s are coated with his come.
After a few more strokes, he pushes Nico back to kiss him again only to see a bit of his cum on Nico’s chin and neck.
“Oh fuck.” Percy uses his thumb to gather a bit of the cum on Nico’s chin, before placing it before Nico’s mouth, tantalized. He opens eagerly, sucking down on Percy’s thumb. If Percy could come again, it would happen from this.
“Your mouth, can I?” Nico whispers, eyes locked on Percy’s mouth. He loves the thrill that look gives him.
“Fuck yes.” He lets himself fall back, watching Nico’s lithe form crawl up his own body before stopping right at his neck.
Percy uses this opportunity to kiss and suck at Nico’s thighs on either side of his face, making new bruises where the others had come to fade.
“Tap my leg three times if you need a break.” Nico says it sweetly, but Percy knows how he fucks and it’s anything but sweet.
Percy places a gentle kiss on Nico’s thigh, before leaning back, putting two steady hands on either leg, “Come wherever you want.”
That does it for Nico, who quickly aligns his cock to Percy’s ready mouth. The first press is long and slow, allowing Percy to feel the entirety of Nico’s dick. Nico cries out above him when his stomach touches Percy’s nose.
“Nnngh,” Nico moans, “feels g-good.” Percy tries his best to move his tongue, letting his moans vibrate through his throat to stimulate Nico’s cock.
“ Fuckfuckfuck ,” He starts thrusting faster, short but still deep, while Percy grips his thighs, surely leaving marks for the following day. It feels so good to be full of Nico, to pleasure him this way, each little thrust bringing him closer and closer to climax.
“You’re mine, right?” Nico mumbles out through thrusts, clearly dazed, “Fuck, I-, You let me,, nngh , fuck your mouth, oh god, cause.. you're mine?” Sweet, sweet Nico. Percy squeezes his thighs in what he hopes Nico takes as affirmation. He wanted nothing more.
“ Mine, mine ,” he seems to say to himself, and Percy can feel the twitch right before he comes, deep inside of Percy’s throat.
He stays that way for a second, allowing Percy to swallow around him as he caught his breath. Nico pulled out slowly, watching Percy’s mouth closely as every inch came out. Nico let his cock rest on Percy’s mouth for a few seconds, and Percy wished he knew what Nico was thinking in that moment, seeing Percy like this.
Finally, he pulled away, rolling to Percy’s side. Percy quickly cuddled him, pressing a gentle kiss on Nico’s forehead, “That was so fucking hot.”
He felt Nico smile against his chest, “I feel like I’m dreaming. You’re too perfect.”
Percy let his hand run up and down Nico’s arm, he had to know, “You know I am yours, right? And I want you to be only mine. No one else.” As he says it out loud, he realizes how scary it is, how silly he feels. Nico had his heart, but good sex didn’t mean you had loyalty.
“I can’t imagine wanting anything other than you.” Nico says softly.
“Tomorrow I don't have an afternoon shift. What do you think about going to dinner together?” He feels Nico smile again.
“Yeah, tomorrow’s good.”