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Nico opened his eyes, taking in the sight.
Percy Jackson was still sleeping soundly, his head lying on Nico's bicep, his arm around Nico's waist, and still as naked as the day he was born.
Nico remembered the events of last night, an accidental meeting on the street, a meal to catch up, a couple of drinks that became dancing, making out on the dance floor, grinding against each other against a wall, and finally a cab to Percy’s place and the best sleepless night Nico could remember.
Percy stirred, as though trying to shake off the deep sleep threatening to pull him back under. Soon he opened his eyes and gave Nico a beautiful smile.
"Good morning," he said, his voice still rough from waking up.
"Morning," Nico replied, still feeling a little lost with the appropriate actions that followed a hookup in the 21st century.
Thankfully, Percy didn't seem to notice or care about his lack of knowledge, since his arms traveled up around Nico’s shoulders, pulling him close and dragging him into a hungry kiss akin to the ones the night before.
And Nico knew there's not really a world where he would reject it; he let himself be pulled and deepened the kiss, letting one of his hands caress Percy's waist before traveling to his hips and then those mouthwatering thighs that Nico was sure were the protagonist of multiple fantasies.
Percy let Nico's hands roam over his body, a low moan escaping as he felt a hand massage his thigh and pull it over Nico's hips, letting their morning erections rub against each other.
They continued to make out. Under Percy's hands, Nico lay on his back with Percy straddling him, his thighs around Nico's hips, slowly dragging his body against Nico's, while Nico's hands slid from his legs to Percy's back.
But before Nico's hands roamed lower so they could repeat last night's performance, Percy sat up. Tracing Nico's body with his eyes and hands, he spoke up almost regretfully.
"As much as I would love to continue our lovely night, we really need a shower," he said as he moved to get off Nico's lap and leave the bed, not before dropping another kiss on Nico's lips.
"Well, I'm pretty sure that's my cue," Nico thought, enjoying the sight of Percy's figure as he walked to the bathroom, giving him a wink and a smile before disappearing behind the door.
Nico started to locate his clothes that seemed to be all over Percy's apartment. He almost gave up when he found his shirt hanging from the living room's wall lamp. He started to put on his pants before a voice, muffled by the bathroom door, sounded across the apartment:
"Nico? Are you coming in, or should I take care of my morning problem on my own?" Percy's voice came out tempting, like a siren calling weak sailors into the water.
Despite not being a sailor, Nico had a taste of the sea, and no one could have blamed him for returning for more.
He let down the clothes he had managed to collect and went inside the steam-filled room, taking a moment to take in the image before him.
Percy was under the showerhead, head thrown back, eyes closed, almost like in a trance. The only movement was his hand closed around his cock, casually moving up and down at an impossibly slow pace.
Nico willed his heartbeat to quiet down before Percy heard it. He closed the door behind him as he took off the few garments he managed to find before entering the shower.
He moved closer until he felt Percy's back against his chest and the water on his head, settling his hands on Percy's hips and kissing his shoulder before moving toward his neck.
He let his hands wander and pressed against the bruises, evidence of yesterday's events, enjoying the moans that escaped Percy's lips before he captured them with his own, taking his time enjoying every inch of Percy's mouth before pulling away.
"I was wondering what was taking you so long," Percy murmured, turning his head to continue the kiss. "I was scared you had left."
"I wondered if it was the appropriate thing to do. I'm not familiar with after-sex policies in this century," Nico answered, mouthing kisses on Percy's neck, tracing the bruises starting to show, and feeling weirdly smug knowing he put them there. "But I'm not so cruel as to leave you alone to take care of this problem."
As if showcasing the problem in question, Nico took over Percy's ministrations and held Percy's cock in a tight grip but made no move to caress it further.
Percy let out a deep moan and doubled over, catching himself on the wall as he arched, pressing his backside against Nico's own erection.
Nico let his hand take Percy's tempo, moving up and down while he grabbed Percy's hip with his other hand, keeping him in place. He lazily let his hips move, taking in the sight of his cock sliding against Percy's ass, not fucking him yet, just letting it tease Percy's hole.
The moans, sighs, and the occasional groan let him know that his teasing was probably not welcomed but enjoyed either way, which brought out a smirk on Nico's face.
"Fuck, Nico," Percy cursed, squirming in Nico's hold, trying in vain to push his hips back against him. "If you don't fuck me, I swear to the—ah, fuck."
Finally, Nico let go of Percy's cock and guided his own inside Percy's body, knocking the wind out of both of them as he slowly filled Percy until their hips were flush against each other, impossibly close.
"No swearing; we don't want interruptions, do we?" Nico said breathlessly, grabbing Percy's waist and pulling him close until his chest was flush with Percy's back and he could join him in another deep kiss.
Percy seemed about to make some sarcastic remark, but Nico pulled back his hips before driving them into Percy, knocking him against the shower tiles as he tried to catch his breath.
Nico smirked before doing it again and again, picking up speed until the sound of their moans almost drowned out the slap of their slick skin.
The water still falling from the showerhead cascaded down Percy's muscular back to where their bodies became one.
What a beautiful sight—the son of Poseidon in his element. The sight was entrancing; Nico could feel the water move almost erratically, coming together, forming shapes on their skin, floating, falling apart, and crashing against the walls.
Nico absently remembered how Percy's power always followed his temper before he started to pick up speed with his thrusts, wanting more—more reactions, more sights to see, more moans, just more Percy.
Hands firmly on Percy's hips, Nico pulled and pushed, drawing moan after moan, scream after scream from Percy, who could only brace against the movement, one hand on the wall and the other reaching behind him to hold onto Nico's forearm.
Percy was close; Nico could tell from the way his body tightened around his cock, his thighs trembling, his moans growing louder, and the hand on Nico’s forearm moving between Percy's legs, speeding up with desperation.
"Nico, fuck, please," Percy whined.
Nico started to slow down, replacing speed with force; he pulled Percy from the wall and joined him in a kiss, letting one hand join Percy's, determined to squeeze every drop of pleasure out of him.
Finally, Percy came with a shout and seemed to melt in Nico's hold.
It only took Nico a couple of thrusts into Percy's tightening body before he also came and collapsed, pressing Percy's body against the wall. They stayed there, catching their breath, with only the sound of water falling in the background.
"Are you staying for breakfast then?" Percy let out a breathless laugh, his face still against the tile.
Nico huffed a laugh and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder before helping Percy stand up.
"I guess I can stay for some coffee."
"It's a date."