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Percy and Jason, sitting on the floor, stare at each other for a brief second.
Annabeth sits on the bed, patting the spaces on either side of her, and they share another look, communicating something between themselves, and then scramble to their feet, taking the spots next to the girl within a second.
She doesn’t say anything, looking at Jason, then back at Percy, then back at Jason, something mischievous and calculating in her eyes. She leans in, as if to kiss Jason, and then stops halfway there, turning at the last second and pressing her lips to Percy’s so quickly and smoothly that it takes a moment for his mind to catch up with his body.
He kisses back enthusiastically, but she sets a slow place, humming against his mouth, grabbing his chin to redirect him so he’s tilted this way or that, taking control. That thought sends a spike of heat down Percy’s spine, and all at once he can feel Jason’s eyes on him, Annabeth’s hands on him.
She pulls away as quickly as she had come, turning her head to face Jason, and doing the same thing to him. The boy makes some sort of startled moan against her lips when she kisses him, and it sends heat straight to Percy’s dick. He watches them kiss hungrily, Annabeth’s neck right in front of him, Jason’s pants in his ears.
He leans forward, his breath ghosting against Annabeth’s skin, sending goosebumps across it. He wants to taste.
She nearly bumps into him when she pulls back from Jason, and he backs his head up quickly, not realizing how close he had gotten. He makes eye contact with Jason over her head, his lips bitten red and his cheeks flushed. Percy’s flush in turn.
Annabeth looks between them expectantly, and they both lean in at the same time, Percy’s lips landing on the right side of her neck. He presses open-mouthed kisses to the soft, hot skin and hears Jason doing the same thing on the other side of her. Percy’s brain is muddled, arousal taking control of his every move, his hands wandering over Annabeth slowly, bumping into Jason’s every once in a while.
Annabeth leans away from them, beckons them closer, and they each move in to kiss her once more, landing off center, fighting to get to her lips first. They settle for sharing, and suddenly they’re all kissing, sloppily and without reason or care. Jason’s lips, rougher than Annabeth’s, brush against his, and he finds himself kissing Jason more than Annabeth, who slowly leans away, laying down on the bed.
Jason’s hand comes up to cup Percy’s cheek, and they make out hungrily, obscene, wet noises coming from their lips on each other. Percy can barely hear them through the roar of arousal in his head. He can feel Annabeth’s hand on his thigh where it’s propped on the bed for leverage. The touch sends sparks and shivers down his spine. He briefly thinks about the fact that he’s kissing his best friend, and not the extremely hot girl below them, but he can’t seem to care or pull away.
Their hands wander, his tangling in Jason’s shirt, pulling him closer, whose hands tangle in Percy’s hair. He scratches his chest lightly, and his breath hitches.
Jason moans into his mouth, and that startles Percy enough to pull away from him slowly, their eyes opening and locking on each other’s. His eyes are dark, the blue barely noticeable anymore. They’re hooded. His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen and red, parted slightly in an attempt to catch his breath.
They both slowly break the gaze and turn to Annabeth, who’s smirking at them, like she knows something they don’t. She sits up, her hands underneath her thighs, palms down on the bed.
She hums at them.
“What?” Percy says, breaking the silence, his voice hoarse. It’s supposed to sound like a challenge, like kissing Jason isn’t life-changing and world-breaking, but it comes out as more of a plea than anything, evidence of what he’d just done.
She studies them still, and then pushes them apart, getting off the bed, grabbing her purse.
“Where are you going?” Jason says, looking at Percy, then back at her.
“Told you, I’m not a home wrecker,” she says, simply, shrugging.
Percy laughs nervously. “You aren’t- we aren’t-“
“Right.” She looks between them again, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. “I’m going to go to bed. I have to wake up early.”
She gives them one last grin, then she’s out the door before they can protest any further.
Percy stares at the door, then at Jason. His hand comes up to brush against his lips, like it can’t believe he did that. Neither can he.
“She tricked us,” Jason says in awe, meeting Percy’s eyes.
His eyes flicker down, widening slightly, and Percy’s realizes he’s…
Well, he’s hard. Who wouldn’t be, after that?
Belatedly, he tries to cross his arms over his groin, but Jason reaches a hand out to stop him. Percy looks up to meet his eyes, probably to question what the fuck that was about, but his words die in his throat. Jason is still looking at him like he’s hungry, like he did when they stopped kissing, like he did when he was staring at him and Annabeth kissing.
Before Percy knows it, their lips are pressing back together, open from the get-go, filthy and enthusiastic. Percy moans against the man’s mouth, his hand coming up to rest on Jason’s shoulder, gripping it tightly. They scoot together as they kiss, until they’re flush on top of one another, unable to get any closer.
Percy, sluggishly, realizes this is probably exactly what Annabeth wanted, and he gets the image of her touching herself to the thought of them touching each other into his head. It just leaves him even more wanting, climbing into Jason’s lap, trying not to be embarrassed at his own enthusiasm and hoping that it won’t scare Jason off.
It doesn’t.
Jason’s hand fall down to his hips and ass, his legs spread where Percy is perched on top of him. His other hand comes up to tangle in Percy’s hair, tugging slightly, forcing an embarrassing noise from his throat.
Jason breaks the kiss, instead trailing kisses down Percy’s neck, nipping every once in a while, like he wants to keep him guessing. It has the desired effect, every surprise bite making Percy more rough and desperate.
“She totally tricked us,” Percy gasped, and Jason laughed against his skin, sending goosebumps across his neck.
In lieu of a response, Jason’s hands creep their way up Percy’s shirt, exploring his sides, tracing his abdomen. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but he’s never touched him, and Jason seems to be taking advantage.
Percy shivered at Jason’s nearly ticklish, ghostly touches, rasping out another gasp when his fingers brush over his nipples. He has enough, pushing Jason down until he’s laying on the bed, Percy still sitting up above him. He takes his shirt off, nearly tearing it in his excitement, and Jason follows suit, never taking his eyes off of Percy’s body.
They’re back on each other as soon as their chests are bare, kissing heavily. In the back of his mind, he worries he’s crushing Jason, but he doesn’t really care enough to stop. Besides, Jason seems to be having no complaints, instead encouraging him.
They pant against each other’s mouths, and Percy shifts, realizing with a gasp he can feel Jason’s dick against his thigh. He shifts again, and Jason groans, biting on Percy’s bottom lip. He continues grinding and squirming, obsessed with the man’s reactions under him.
His chest is flushed, tinged pink. Percy wonders if it’s from embarrassment or arousal, not knowing which one he prefers. Embarrassing Jason is one of his favorite things to do, but this is quickly rising on his list, giving it a run for its money. Jason makes another noise against Percy’s lips, and that seems to be his breaking point. He lifts Percy up slightly, his hands on his ass, gesturing for him to climb off, and when he does his hands are immediately on his own belt buckle. They both scramble out of their pants.
Percy debates on his boxers, but decides against taking them off, his dignity winning out against his arousal. Instead, he moves to get back on top of Jason, but is interrupted by Jason flipping him onto his back, climbing over him, caging him in with his legs and arms.
At this angle, Jason’s eyes are right above Percy’s, forcing him to look up through his lashes, their faces too close together to move up, if he wants to make eye contact. When he does, Jason’s eyes darken further, his ears flush redder, and he groans low in his throat. Percy raises an eyebrow, biting his lip, over-exaggerating, and Jason puts their foreheads together. They kiss again, but it’s shorter this time. Jason seems to be set on doing something else.
His hand trails down, playing with the waistband of Percy’s boxers, raising an eyebrow at him in question. When he nods, Jason’s hand finds its way underneath, giving Percy barely any warning before wrapping his fingers around his dick. Percy lets out a kind of reverse-gasp, like the air is getting punched out of him. Jason likes that reaction.
He leans closer, to the side, his lips brushing against Percy’s ear.
“Be loud for me,” he whispers, sending a shiver through Percy’s whole body, his dick twitching in Jason’s hand.
As soon as he says it, Jason begins to move, stroking his hand up and down, twisting as much as the boxers will allow him to, kissing Percy’s forehead, his temples, then his jaw and neck all over again. Percy listens, his mouth falling open, letting gasps and moans flow freely from it. The combined force of all of these sensations, Jason’s lips, breath, hand, weight, leave him as pliable as putty, as hot as the inside of an oven.
His toes curl, eyes scrunching up in pleasure. Jason speeds up ever so slightly, punching out a whine this time, high pitched and needier than his other noises. He freezes, but Jason just groans.
“Oh my god,” he whispers into Percy’s ear, his voice slightly whiny, and Percy feels the edge of his orgasm creeping up on him.
“Keep talking,” Percy says, breathless, his eyes fluttering.
“You like it when I talk? What do you want me to say?” Jason teases, and Percy shudders.
“Anything,” he whimpers, all shreds of self respect thrown out the window, needing nothing but to cum.
“You’re being so nice and loud for me, Percy,” Jason breathes, and Percy nods, and whether it’s in encouragement or agreement he does not know. “So good for me.”
“Fuck,” Percy shivers, his back arching, pressing his chest to Jason’s. The hand that had been holding him up moves to Percy’s hair, tugging ever so slightly, and another whine is punched out of him, throwing his head back.
“I’m-“ Percy says, sounding pathetic, but before he can finish his sentence, Jason’s hand disappears from his underwear, leaving him arching into nothing.
“What?” he cries, his voice trembling with betrayal. Jason just grins at him, sitting up, climbing off of Percy, who repeats the question.
“I think it’s my turn,” Jason says, and Percy gapes at him.
“I didn’t- I almost-“
“I know,” he says simply, a glint in his eye.
“Fuck you,” Percy rasps, crawling over to him, his legs shaking a little bit.
“What do you want to do?” Jason says, in a much softer tone, and Percy glares at him.
“Get you off, so you’ll get me off,” Percy groans, and then he pulls Jason’s boxers down without warning.
His mouth waters at the sight of Jason’s dick. That’s new. With a jolt, he realizes he wants it inside him, but he tucks that away for another time, instead taking it into his hand gently.
Jason groans, his head falling back into the pillows.
Percy opens his mouth, then closes it again, and seemingly takes long enough to start moving that Jason looks back up at him, eyebrows furrowed.
“Are you okay?”
Percy nods, then opens his mouth again. “Can I…”
Jason looks at him expectantly, blinking.
“Um…” Percy points at Jason’s dick.
“I thought you already were?” Jason asks, confused.
“No, like, can I-“ He cuts himself off, blushing furiously. He’s never asked this before. He’s never known he’d wanted to before.
Understanding dawns in Jason’s eyes, but he continues to play dumb. “Can you what?”
“You know…”
“No, I don’t,” Jason says with a grin. Percy sighs.
“Can I… suck you off?”
Jason closes his eyes, exhaling slowly. “Yes, please.”
Percy nods, eyeing Jason’s dick before leaning down.
He decides he shouldn’t hesitate, and leans lower to lick the tip quickly. Jason lets out a groan, and Percy cocks his head. It tastes different than he would have imagined.
He licks again, Jason’s heavy breathing making his cock twitch, and then takes the head into his mouth in one go. He tries to copy what he’s seen girls do to him before, keeps his teeth out of the way, tries not to hold his breath, breathing through his nose. He glances up at Jason through his eyelashes again, seeing him already staring at him, threading his fingers through his hair, gently guiding him.
He starts to bob, getting a feel for how much he can and can’t take, going slow. Feeling brave, he tries to fit the whole thing down his throat, but only succeeds in getting a good two-thirds down, his eyes watering, choking down a gag. Jason’s grip on his hair tightens when he does that, making Percy moan.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” Jason rambles, shifting his hips slightly, his thighs flexing. He obviously wants to go faster, but doesn’t want to make Percy do anything. That won’t do.
Percy pulls off, breathing heavily, and gasps out, “Use it.”
Jason’s eyes flash.
“Are you sure?”
He takes his dick back into his mouth as a response, and Jason moans, tugging his hair up to guide his mouth, settling for a steady pace of bobbing. Percy swirls his tongue when he can, leaving it flattened to the bottom of his mouth when he can’t. The hand that isn’t caught up in Percy’s hair reaches down to stroke his cheek, wiping away a stray tear, cupping it gently. The juxtaposition of his tenderness and roughness makes Percy groan, searching for friction on the bed below him, grinding slowly.
Jason watches him intently, his eyelashes fluttering, pupils blown with lust. Percy doubles down on his efforts, not missing how Jason starts thrusting into his mouth lightly, making Percy choke. He doesn’t pull off though, either wanting to impress the man or enjoying it.
It’s definitely the latter.
Jason sighs, thrusts becoming harsher, his head falling onto the pillows behind him.
“Feels so good, you’re so good,” he moans, and Percy’s hips twitch.
“You like that?” Jason asks. “You like being my good boy?”
He tugs on Percy’s hair again, roughly, and Percy cries out, sending vibrations through Jason’s dick. He cums in his briefs, convulsing against the sheets, and Jason twitches in his mouth.
The sound he makes when he cums makes Percy’s own orgasm even more violent. Something like a whimper, so quiet that he can barely hear it, but he does. He moans around Jason’s cock once more as he cums in his mouth, thrusting harshly, not letting go of Percy’s hair, not letting him pull off. Percy thoroughly enjoys it.
When Jason stops, Percy swallows around him before pulling out, making Jason twitch.
“Fuck, I’ll,” Jason gasps for breath. “I’ll get you in a second.”
“Oh.” Percy blushes, surprised Jason hadn’t noticed. “I’m already done.”
Jason opens his eyes, staring at him, then down at the wet stain on Percy’s underwear, then back at him.
“That’s so hot,” he groans, wiping his hands over his face, knocking his fogged up glasses askew.
Percy laughs, getting up to grab a washcloth, his legs shaking underneath him. He nearly trips three times on the way to the bathroom. When he comes back, Jason’s tucked back into his underwear, eyes closed. Percy thinks he’s asleep, but when Percy walks in his eyes open. His arms open too, inviting, and he ignores the way his heart beats harshly at the gentleness of the gesture.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Jason confirms, and Percy nods, resting his head on his chest.
They fall asleep just like that.