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   “So,” panted Percy, clutching Riptide tightly in his sweaty palm. “What’s the plan now?”

   Jason chewed his cheek indecisively, eyes flicking back and forth as he searched their surroundings for a solution. His grip on his own gladius remained as tight as Percy’s. Percy’s heart thumped anxiously in anticipation of round two as he looked down the dusty footpath they had just fled down. The Cyclopes couldn’t be far behind them.

   It should have been a simple shopping trip. Leo had sent them down to the small coastal town to pick up a few simple items for repairs to the ship that would carry them the rest of the way to Athens. They should’ve been in and out in record time.

   Percy was quite sure he would’ve been in and out in record time if Jason hadn’t insisted on tagging along. He’d been in the air long enough to start feeling antsy about outstaying his welcome in Zeus’ territory again and had jumped at the opportunity to stretch his legs on solid ground, even if only for a short while. He’d been looking forward to the reprieve until Jason had decided to gate-crash his little excursion. 

   Jason had assured everyone it was in the name of divide and conquer; a job shared is a job halved and all that, and – in the interest of safety after a recent increase of monster attacks – the buddy system had to be put in place. Percy could see some logic in his thinking but couldn’t help feeling that Jason would not have been his first choice of buddy.

   He didn’t have anything against the son of Jupiter exactly, but they had certainly had a tough time seeing eye to eye since joining the crew. Percy tried not to judge Jason too harshly for their differences, but somehow it always felt as though they were being pit against each other for leadership on this quest – despite neither of them seeming particularly keen on the responsibility. The incident in the cornfield hadn’t helped their competitive friction any. And Jason sticking his nose in today had only translated to Percy as Jason thinking him incapable of completing a simple shopping list on his own.

   Frustrations aside, they had managed to find everything they needed, bar one. Before they could get their hands on the last item on their list, they’d been ambushed by a local Cyclops. They had eventually managed to take the Cyclops down, coming out of the encounter a little worse for wear but in one piece. And then the rest of the family had turned up.

   It had taken both of them to take down just one Cyclops, and Jr. had put up a good fight, leaving them winded and lightly bruised. They’d run for it when the other three entered the scene, heading uphill on a quiet dirt road out of town. Percy didn’t like their odds anymore now than he had back in town, but with nothing but quaint countryside surrounding them, he didn’t see any other option than to stand and fight.

   Percy could hear the approaching thud of heavy footfalls and raised his sword. He fixed his eyes on the rise of their hill, expecting to see three enormous, ugly heads popping up any second now. Jason pursed his lips and flexed his grip on his sword, gearing up for round two as well, when something caught his eye and his head snapped around to the side.

   “Here,” he said, pointing his sword at a cluster of berry bushes.

   Percy stared at him blankly for a moment. A gang of bloodthirsty Cyclopes were hot on their heels; it hardly seemed the time to go berry picking. Jason let out an impatient grunt, grabbed Percy around the middle and hauled him into the bushes. He dropped to his knees and dragged Percy down after him.

   Percy frowned at Jason as they crouched in the thick of leaves and berries. “That’s your plan? Hide?”

   “It’s not hiding, it’s a tactical retreat,” muttered Jason, as he peered through the leaves stealthily. “Now shush.”

   Percy’s mouth twisted in a deeper frown. “Don’t shush me,” he huffed indignantly, as he knelt up a little higher to look over to the dirt road.

   Jason’s hand appeared firmly on his shoulder and pulled him right back down. His electric blue eyes flicked back to Percy in warning as he raised a finger to pouted lips in the universal sign for shush. Percy rolled his eyes in return. He copied Jason when the blond resumed his vigil through the bush separating them from the road they’d been standing on moments before. Percy’s heart was still pounding in his chest from the run and the expectation of a fight, leaving him itching to get out of their tight hidey-hole, and back out into open ground where he’d actually have room to swing his sword. Rustling beside him had his attention snapping back to Jason who had begun quickly picking berries and crushing them between his fingers, before dropping their pulpy remains to the ground.

   “What’re you –” began Percy, before Jason flicked a raspberry at him, hitting him squarely in the face.

   “Shh,” insisted Jason again. He motioned hastily at the berries in front of Percy. “Help me.”

   Percy felt deeply bizarre to lay down his only weapon alongside Jason and begin pinching the juice out of raspberries while they were being actively hunted by monsters. It was definitely not one of the ways he had pictured his death.

   Percy wiped his sticky fingers impatiently on his jeans and shook his head. “This is ridiculous. Two sons of The Big Three? They’re gonna sniff us out easy,” he huffed, reaching for Riptide and rocking back onto his feet. “I say we take our chances and jump them – Oomph!”

   After a dizzying tackle from Jason, Percy found himself flat on his stomach in the dirt with Jason on top of him, pinning him to the ground with his full weight. Jason turned his face in towards Percy to mutter directly into his ear as quietly as possible.

   “Not over the smell of raspberries,” argued Jason, teeth clicking sharply in his growing impatience.

   Percy didn’t know if that were true or not, but it sounded like a dumb idea to him, and he opened his mouth to tell Jason as much. Jason clapped a hand over his mouth before Percy could make a sound, raising his other hand silently ordering Percy to wait. Jason turned his head up distractedly, glancing back towards the road on the other side of the raspberry bush.

   Percy’s ears pricked at the sound of movement from out on the road. He held his breath listening to the heavy shuffling footsteps and waited to be discovered.

   “They can’t be that fast,” grunted one Cyclops unhappily. “Where did they run off to?”

   Percy tensed at the startling volume. He could feel how close the Cyclops was to them right then. Judging from how stiffly Jason was holding himself, Percy guessed Jason felt the dread and suspense just as keenly. Percy’s eyes flickered down to where Riptide was glinted dimly in the shade of the leaves beside him. His arm was folded under him awkwardly and was quickly falling asleep, but he guessed he could still make a good grab for his weapon in a hurry. He fought the instinct to go for it right away, knowing the sudden motion would throw Jason off his back and give their hiding spot away.

   “I dunno,” answered another Cyclops, sniffing loudly. “All I’m getting is raspberries. Disgusting.”

   The second Cyclops punctuated their disgust with a rough kick to a berry bush to their left, just a foot from Percy’s face. Both boys’ heads snapped towards the movement as the leaves shook and stray raspberries were sent flying to the ground.

   There was a heavy thud and one Cyclops yelped in surprise more than pain before the third chastised: “Don’t get it on you, moron. If you wind up honking of berries, we’ll leave you behind and you won’t get to eat either of those runty little demigods.”

   “Get a move on, or those runty little demigods will get away for good,” grumbled the first Cyclops. “Come on, the path only goes one way. They must be over there.”

   Percy exhaled gratefully as he heard the group begin to trudge off, still knocking lumps out of each other and arguing about who smelled more like berries. Lucky they’d only been Southern Cyclopes or they might’ve been smart enough to look around a little more.

   He eyed a nearby raspberry curiously. He had to grudgingly admit Jason had been right about using the smell of the berries to cover their demigod scent. He had doubted the little berries would be anywhere strong enough to do the job, as sweet as they smelled. He realised now why Jason had been crushing them before; to let out the juice and make the smell even stronger. It was the kind of crafty plan Annabeth would come up with in a pinch, he thought. His mind went to the strawberry fields back home and wondered if they helped contribute to the camp’s protections by muffling the scent of so many demigods.

   Percy pulled himself out of his musings, keen to get going again now that the coast was clear. He waited for Jason to get off of him, but the son of Jupiter wasn’t paying him any attention, ears pricked and listening to the nearly faded steps of the Cyclopes. Percy exhaled heavily through his nose, his breath ghosting over Jason’s fingers where they were still clamped tightly over his mouth. He spoke against Jason’s palm, the words coming out muffled.

   Jason shushed him sharply and tightened his hand over Percy’s mouth reflexively. Percy rolled his eyes at the return of the shushing, thinking distastefully that Jason must have been a librarian in a past life. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the soil beneath him as Jason craned his neck up higher, attempting to see farther down the road where the Cyclopes had disappeared. Percy mumbled flatly against his palm again.

   Jason was still distracted, double and triple checking that the danger had truly passed. After another glance down the path, he glanced back to Percy absently frowning in his own vague annoyance.

   He finally let go of Percy’s mouth. “What?”

   “I said,” droned Percy, glancing back over his shoulder to look Jason in the face. “I can feel your boner.”

   Percy nearly laughed at the way Jason’s features froze in stunned surprise as he reflexively glanced down between them, assessing his situation. Percy could see the moment Jason felt it. His flush was as immediate as it was deep when he looked back to Percy quickly. He looked mortified.

   “Sorry,” Jason mumbled, wide-eyed.

   Percy had to swallow his laughter as he watched Jason practically start to steam. That big brain of his that had come up with that neat berry trick had totally ground to a halt with a healthy dose of embarrassment. Percy decided he’d had his fun in revenge for the constant shushing and figured he’d let Jason off easy.

   Percy propped his head up on one arm playfully, no longer in any real hurry to get up and grinned back at him, waving him off with his free hand. “Don’t sweat it, I take it as a compliment.” He wiggled his eyebrows, unable to help himself from teasing Jason a little. Some people just made it too easy. “Didn’t know you were that fond of me.”

   Jason clicked his tongue indignantly and knit his brows defensively. “It’s the adrenaline, Percy.”

   “Sure, sure,” chuckled Percy, enjoying himself a little too much now. His grin turned sly. “So does that mean you don’t like when I do this?”

   Blame it on ADHD, blame it on personality, blame it on his mom’s specific brand of humour, but whenever Percy really started to have fun messing with somebody, he stopped thinking things through pretty quickly. Impulsively, he arched his spine down and pushed his ass up against Jason’s crotch firmly.

   He heard Jason inhale softly in surprise behind him and could read the blond’s confusion and indecisiveness in his conflicted body language without even looking. Jason locked up initially, and then leaned away hastily in retreat. His retreat, however, was localised to his hands, which were still braced on the ground either side of Percy, scooting back a pace, which pushed his chest away from Percy’s back a little further. His hips notably did not go anywhere.

   “Come on,” he encouraged cheerfully, “don’t be shy.” Percy stifled further laughter, as his eyes crinkled in amusement. He wiggled his hips mischievously side to side against Jason’s crotch. The hard line of Jason’s erection was obvious, even through two layers of denim. “You can always blame it on the adrenaline of a rigorous game of hide and seek~”

   Jason surged forward instinctively in response to the teasing, pressing himself up against Percy intently, with a deliberate rock of his hips. Percy heard his nerve go with a small sound of uncertainty as he quickly froze up again.

   “S-sorry,” breathed Jason, turning a darker shade of red as he made to pull away.

   Percy looked back over his shoulder, arching his eyebrows and asked playfully but in all seriousness, “Did I ask for an apology?”

   Jason stared back at him like a deer in headlights, still flustered and caught off guard. Percy cracked a smile at his reaction.

   “Don’t worry, dude. I’m into it.”

   Jason’s eyebrow twitched in surprise, or maybe suspicion as if he thought he were being tested in some way. Percy flashed him another easy smile.

   “Go nuts,” Percy prompted him, as he slid his ass slowly and deliberately down the length of Jason’s obvious bulge to back up his offer.

   Jason made a complicated sound, caught somewhere between snorting and choking. Percy couldn’t help but notice that he still hadn’t put any distance between his crotch and Percy’s ass.

   “What, are you serious?” he asked incredulously. His eyes flicked over Percy’s face, still trying to work out the test he seemed determined was there. At some point Percy would have to address his obvious trust issues with him.

   “You don’t wanna go back to the ship like that, do you?” shrugged Percy.

   Jason averted his eyes, embarrassed by the thought of the others also being clued into his situation. Percy could guess Jason had come to the same conclusion as he had – that Leo at least would never let him live it down. Percy bumped back against him as a final gentle nudge. Jason’s focus zipped back to Percy immediately at the contact. His tongue flicked out over his lips quickly, wetting them as he made up his mind.

   Jason pushed against him briefly before pulling away again. Just as Percy was about to roll his eyes at the son of Jupiter’s continued indecisiveness, Jason repeated the motion. And again, and again. And suddenly there was no more shyness to it and Jason thrust against him purposefully. Jason ran a hand down the seam of Percy’s jeans before sliding it up the front of thigh, where his grip tightened. He kept his hand high on Percy’s thigh, holding him steady as Jason thrust harder against his rear.

   The sudden one-eighty in personality caught Percy by surprise, and he might’ve toppled forward, face-first into the dirt, if not for Jason holding him back by the thigh. Jason leaned over his back a little further, bracing himself on one arm. Percy could hear him grunting softly behind him each time he thrust forward. He couldn’t help chuckling quietly at Jason’s sudden eagerness. Clearly the blond needed it.

   Percy had fooled around with plenty of people in his time, both boys and girls. At his most recent boarding school, dry humping had been a favourite pastime in the boy’s dormitory. He was beginning to heavily suspect that Jason had not treated himself to the same practise back in Camp Jupiter. Even in the close quarters of the Argo II, Percy still made time to take care of business whenever the need arose, making full use of his private cabin. Again, he had the feeling that Jason had not been indulging himself in the same way. Percy thought he’d be on a bit of a hair trigger as well if he hadn’t been taking matters into his own hands on a regular basis.

   Perhaps in an attempt to claw back a little composure, Jason switched up his rhythm. He began rubbing the bulge of his crotch up and down the seam in the seat of Percy’s pants slowly but firmly. Percy hummed encouragingly, relaxing into it. He let his arms fold slowly, sinking his chest down to the ground, keeping his back arched and his ass in the air. Jason didn’t miss a beat, folding himself over Percy further, rubbing against him all the while.

   Percy rocked his hips lazily, enjoying the sensation. His breath caught softly when he rolled his hips up just as Jason rocked down, and the hard press of Jason’s cock pressed heavily against Percy’s balls. Percy bit his lip around a low moan and pressed back enthusiastically.

   Jason took the hint and spent a little longer rubbing himself against Percy’s balls and perineum, grabbing Percy by the hips with both hands to angle Percy how he wanted. With the way Jason had plastered himself over Percy’s back, Percy could now feel each of his warm breaths panting over the back of his neck as well as hear them. Percy groaned as he took more of Jason’s weight, his chest pressing harder into the soft soil below him. He didn’t mind at all. He’d always had a bit of a thing for being weighed down under somebody while they got off on him.

   “Can you imagine if those Cyclopes came back now?” laughed Percy, a little breathlessly. “Be a terrible start to a fight for our lives, getting caught like this.”

   Jason groaned quietly, maybe in displeasure at the thought, or maybe in response to the way he’d begun circling his hips against Percy’s ass. Percy grinned, laying his cheek on his arm and matched Jason’s motions, swivelling his hips tightly against Jason’s crotch.

   “Maybe they wouldn’t eat us right away,” mused Percy, slyly. “Maybe they’d wanna watch first.”

   Jason dropped his head between Percy’s shoulder blades. Percy felt his breath leave him in a rush, the heat bleeding through his shirt and into his skin. Although the sound was muffled, Percy felt Jason’s vocal cords rumbling gently and guessed the muffled exhale into his shirt was probably disguising a curse. Percy’s shoulders shook lightly with his laughter.

   “And maybe you’d let them,” he teased.

   Jason pressed his forehead into Percy’s back, the angle freeing up his mouth as he ground his hips faster in clumsy circles. “Shut up,” he groaned, between tight breaths.

   “Maybe you’re into that,” grinned Percy, undeterred.

   “Do I have to cover your mouth again?” Percy could hear him gritting his teeth as he wrapped one arm snugly around Percy’s waist.

   Percy bit his tongue to stifle his laughter. “Sounds hot, but maybe next time.”

   Jason groaned again, pushing himself back up onto his knees behind Percy. He thrust against Percy in rapid bursts knocking little moans out of Percy as he went. Jason loosened the arm he had curled around Percy’s middle and slid his hand down between Percy’s legs, cupping his crotch. Jason kept his firm hold on Percy’s hip and his crotch and pulled Percy back against him tightly as he rut against him, more grinding than fully thrusting now, not wanting to leave any space between them at all anymore.

   “Guess you weren’t kidding when you said you were into this,” grunted Jason, palming Percy’s stiff cock through his jeans.

   “It’s the adrenaline,” grinned Percy, melting into a moan as Jason rocked his palm against him.

   Jason rocked into Percy harder and harder, as if he were trying to punch right through Percy’s jeans and get inside him there and then. He was becoming steadily more vocal, despite his obvious efforts to remain quiet. His jaw popped as he ground his teeth against the low groans he couldn’t seem to hold back as he ground into Percy’s ass roughly.

   Percy wasn’t faring any better, though he seemed generally less concerned with keeping their roll in the bushes covert. His teeth dug sharply into his bottom lip as he moaned, eager and ragged, feeling himself getting close. He wriggled ungracefully, widening the stance of his knees, opening himself up more to Jason. He felt the hard, heavy press of Jason’s cock sliding in more snugly against him, Jason’s body heat bleeding through his jeans right against his hole.

   Jason’s hand squeezed around Percy’s cock as his hips began to stutter against Percy’s ass. Jason kept rutting tightly against him as he came, voice cracking slightly on a drawn-out throaty groan. Even as his eyes rolled up under fluttering lids, Jason kept his tight grip on Percy’s bulge, rubbing his length roughly, helping Percy get there right alongside him.

   Percy rocked his hips urgently into Jason’s hand, the deliciously tight grip edging on punishing as he neared that peak. He could feel Jason’s cock pressed right against his hole, throbbing and twitching through two layers of denim, and a damp warmth spreading between them. Percy’s mouth dropped open in sharp pants, too breathless to even moan properly until all at once he was coming in his pants in the middle of the Greek countryside. He turned his face, muffling his post-orgasm moans against the back of his hand.

   Percy still felt pleasantly dizzy by the time Jason’s weight fell away behind him as he climbed awkwardly off of Percy. Percy finally lowered his ass and rolled onto his side. He took an extra moment to will himself into sitting up, making a face as he wiped the drool off the back of his hand and his lips onto his t-shirt.

   He sat in the dirt, propped up on both hands, crossing his legs loosely. Jason sat across from him in much the same position, but his legs were bent loosely in front of him, feet and thighs parted wide enough that the dark patch of wetness on his crotch was easy for Percy to spot. He glanced down at his own lap to find a matching damp stain. He guessed it would dry quickly enough in the Greek summer heat. They sat there in comfortable silence for a while longer as they caught their breaths and waited for their pulses to stop pounding in their heads.

   Percy shook out his hair with one hand, dislodging loose soil. He made a brief attempt to brush off his shirt but gave up after getting most of the loose stuff off. The knees on both their jeans had turned a dusty brown with the dirt. They’d just have to wash everything when they got back to the ship.

   Jason was the first to clear his throat and break the silence, shifting awkwardly where he sat as if only now remembering where they were. He’d gone slightly pink again, but attractively so.

   “Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat again. He nervously flicked dirt off the leg of his pants. “That was –”

   “Pretty great, huh?” grinned Percy widely, feeling much too relaxed and tingly to bother with Roman shame.

   Jason’s eyes zipped over to Percy, holding his gaze for a beat before a grin broke out on his face. It began a little sheepishly, but he loosened up as he began to laugh lightly in agreement. “Yeah, pretty great.”

   “You have a leaf in your hair, you know,” Percy informed him, tilting his head and cocking a brow in amusement.

   Jason followed Percy’s gaze and combed through his hair until he found the stray leaf and pulled it free. He flashed Percy a lopsided smile as he hastily tried to flatten his hair. It was only partially successful, and he still looked windswept and interesting when he dropped his hand again.

   “And raspberry juice on your face,” added Percy, pointing to the slight smear on Jason’s cheek just above where his jaw met his ear.

   Jason glanced down as if he’d be able to see it himself and rubbed his fingers down his face in completely the wrong place. It seemed a pointless effort anyway, seeing as how they had both rolled over plenty of stray raspberries and had fruity smelling stains all over their clothes and up their arms. Percy snorted as he watched Jason repeatedly paw at his face and check his fingers for raspberry juice. He shook his head and crawled over to him, kneeling between Jason’s spread thighs and leaning over.

   “Here, I’ll get it,” he laughed.

   Percy took him by the chin and turned his face to the side. His green eyes glinted mischievously at the last second and he leant in closer. He flicked his tongue over Jason’s jawline, licked up his cheek and sucked wetly at him for good measure before pulling away. He let go of Jason’s chin and smirked at him slyly when Jason blinked blue eyes at him dumbly, caught off guard again.

   Percy’s eyes flickered down Jason’s body briefly and he clutched a fistful of his purple shirt. He slowly dragged the hem up over the waistband of Jason’s jeans and up over his abs, just enough to expose a few inches of skin. His other hand simultaneously closed around a rogue raspberry on the ground behind Jason’s hip. He crushed it between his fingers before wiping the juice off low on Jason’s stomach, right above his jeans, right where his abs ended, and his V began.

   “And I’ll get that when we get back to the ship,” he promised, voice a low rumble.

   He dropped Jason’s shirt and watched the blond’s throat bob in a swallow with no small amount of smugness. Jason’s eyes darkened a shade and dropped to Percy’s wet lips with a quiet hum of approval.

   “I’ll hold you to it,” he murmured.

   Percy chuckled and pushed to his feet before Jason could make a move for a second round there and then.

   “Come on,” Percy said, offering him a hand up. “We still have one more thing to track down, and we gotta go collect everything we dropped in town when the Cyclops jumped us.”

   Jason accepted the hand and let Percy pull him to his feet. He stooped to grab their discarded weapons and handed Riptide back to Percy who recapped it and stowed it safely back in his pocket. They clambered out of the bushes awkwardly before starting down the path back towards town, shoving playfully at each other as they went. As Jason flashed him a bright smile, Percy realised that something had fundamentally shifted in their dynamic now into something easier and more comfortable. As well it should, he thought. You don’t get off on somebody and still fight over who gets to sit at the head of the table over breakfast.

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   Percy’s feet had barely hit the deck before Leo was on them, quickly followed by everyone else. Jason dropped his arm from where he’d held Percy around the waist during the short flight back to the ship and smoothly stepped away to engage Leo in his flurry of questions. He handed Leo the bag they’d used to gather all the items on his shopping list.

   “Oh good, looks like you got everything,” said Leo, digging around inside the bag, nodding to himself as he mentally checked off each item.

   “Of course we did. Nothing we couldn’t handle,” smiled Jason confidently, clapping Leo on the back.

   “Mm,” hummed Percy lightly, nodding idly in agreement. “Jason certainly handled a lot down there.”

   Jason’s smile dropped as he looked sharply back to Percy. Percy wiggled his eyebrows at him gleefully. Leo’s attention was still on his bag of treats and was barely paying them any attention. Jason kept hard eyes on Percy and shook his head minutely in warning as the others gathered to greet them.

   Hazel appeared by Percy’s side and flashed him a wide smile, nudging her foot against his for attention. “Glad to see you made it back in one piece. You took so long I thought I might have to come rescue you soon.”

   Percy returned her smile easily, rubbing the back of his head with a small laugh. “Yeah, it got pretty hard down there for a while.” His eyes flicked back over to Jason, glinting with mischief. “But it had a happy ending. Right, Jason?”

   Jason’s jaw was tight as he glared daggers at Percy, attempting to smother him by sheer force of will. He deliberately stayed out of the limelight, quietly drifting unnoticed behind the others, perhaps thinking Percy might spare him the social humiliation if he stayed out of his direct line of sight. Unfortunately for Jason, he was much too tall to hide behind the girls, and Percy had no intention of letting him off the hook any time soon. Jason was still making it far too easy to tease him.

   “See, told you they didn’t need rescued,” said Frank, prodding Hazel gently. “Looks like you owe me five denarii.” He looked to Percy. “I knew you’d be on top of things.”

   “Well, actually,” answered Percy in delight. Jason’s frown nearly cut his brow in two and he mouthed a firm ‘Shut. Up.’ to Percy, who cheerfully ignored him. “It was Jason that wound up on top today.”

   Jason rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in frustration. He scrubbed a hand roughly down his face before pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a few calming breaths.

   “Yeah, you guys seem real on top of things,” said Annabeth, dubiously. She pinched the sleeve of Percy’s t-shirt and arched a brow at all the raspberry stains and dirt. Percy was just glad the damp patch on his crotch had already dried off, or he would’ve had some more detailed explaining to do, and he really didn’t think Jason could handle that without his head exploding. “Look at the state of you. All from a simple shopping trip.”

   “I’ll admit,” conceded Percy, “Things got a little rough down there.” He winked at Jason shamelessly over Piper’s head. “But that’s just how we like it, eh, Jay-boy?”

   Jason’s eyes widened and he exploded silently, not seeming to know how to effectively articulate his displeasure and litany of final warnings without making a sound. He settled at last on zealously flipping Percy the bird with both hands and mouthing a furious ‘STOP IT’, the tendons in his neck popping. Percy had to bite his cheek to stop from cackling, especially when the others turned naturally to see where Jason had gotten to, and the blond had to instantly straighten up and compose himself like he hadn’t been on the verge of an aneurysm.

   He shot a tight, sarcastically enthusiastic smile at Percy in public response to his question about liking it rough. Compelled by the many eyes on him, Jason reluctantly re-joined the group huddle and gradually found himself regrettably herded back to Percy’s side as he fielded further questions about their run in with the Cyclopes.

   “Never a dull day, huh?” laughed Piper lightly, after hearing about their narrow escape from three bloodthirsty Cyclopes – the edited version, at least.

   “Well, shopping’s not really my thing,” mused Percy. “It would’ve probably been a pretty miserable trip.” He grinned slyly and slapped Jason playfully on the rear, making the blond jump with a muted sound of indignation. “If Grease Lightning here hadn’t thrown me a bone.”

   Jason covered his rear protectively, fixing Percy with a glare as mighty as the red flush filling his cheeks. The others broke into giggles, not paying their incessant teasing any more mind than usual, as they gradually began talking amongst themselves and splitting off to return to their previous posts.

   Jason leaned in toward Percy, lowering his voice darkly. “Fuck. You.”

   Percy might’ve found it more intimidating if the pink tint lighting his cheeks hadn’t spread over his nose as well. Instead of cowering, he bit his tongue around a giggle.

   “What, here?” asked Percy, teasingly. “Well sure, if you don’t think the others will mind.”

   “I hate you,” muttered Jason flatly.

   Percy grinned wider. Jason was spared another round of bullying when Hedge barked at them gruffly to stop dilly-dallying and go clean themselves up already. They had, fortuitously, been let off the hook for chores and monster patrols for the rest of the day since they’d volunteered to gather the supplies and tangled with Cyclopes.

   Jason wrinkled his nose in displeasure, tugging his shirt out in front of him to assess the raspberry stains critically as they headed below deck. “Urgh, I can’t wait to change outta these. I am so sick of feeling so sticky.”

   “You not enjoying getting a little sticky does not bode well for me and what I had planned,” quipped Percy, not missing a beat. He grinned widely as Jason shot him a withering glare.

   “I meant fruit juice kind of sticky, idiot.”

   “Weird you don’t enjoy that,” snickered Percy, as they started down the hall. “You always seemed pretty fruity to me.”

   Jason huffed and grabbed Percy roughly by the elbow, marching him further down the hallway, away from the stairs to the deck. He glanced curtly back over his shoulder to make sure there was nobody else in earshot before rounding on Percy and leaning in to mutter stiffly, fingers still squeezing tightly around his elbow.

   “Will you stop that already,” he growled quietly. “You were being way too obvious back there.”

   “Pssh,” scoffed Percy, waving him off breezily. “Relax, dude. They had no idea what I was really talking about.” He arched his eyebrows highly at Jason, his smile sharpening into a sly smirk. “Nobody else’s mind is as dirty as yours apparently is.”

   Jason hesitated and his grip on Percy’s arm loosened as his indignation wobbled, battling it out with his embarrassment. He set his jaw stubbornly. “I don’t have a dirty mind.”

   “Ah, a man of action. I get you,” nodded Percy sagely. “Why just think dirty things, when you can do dirty things. Couldn’t agree more.”

   He flashed his teeth in a salacious little grin and brushed his hand low against Jason’s waist. Jason’s expression shuttered slightly, and he took half a step back, looking up and down the corridor again hastily.

   “Are you mad?” hissed Jason. “Do you want somebody walking in on – on that?”

   Percy laughed, thoroughly amused. He shrugged. “Oh, please. With the way we’ve been going at each other this whole quest, I think even if somebody did come down to find me on my knees in front of you right here in the middle of the hall, me sucking your dick would still be the last thing they’d think we were doing.”

   Jason was beginning to look a little flushed again. So easy. His eyes sank down to Percy’s mouth and he swallowed thickly before finding it in himself to respond.

   “They’re not that dense,” muttered Jason, a little less heatedly, still staring engrossed at Percy’s lips.

   Percy rolled his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, catching it between his teeth in a brief dazzling smile. He couldn’t help but enjoy an audience when he had one literally eating out the palm of his hand. He felt flushed with smug confidence. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Sounds like fun, huh?”

   Jason swallowed again and snapped himself out of his momentary distraction, clearing his throat roughly as he refocused on Percy as a whole. Percy watched his blue eyes blink rapidly as he rebooted and tried to tune back into the conversation. “What?”

   Percy’s green eyes glinted in the artificial light. “Wanna put it to the test?”

   “What,” said Jason, flatly. He clearly hadn’t been keeping up with Percy at all and it had left him on the back foot.

   With a low chuckle and not missing a beat, Percy took a bold step towards him. Jason took an instinctive step back, but Percy already had him by the shoulders, and followed through on his momentum, pressing him easily back into the opposite wall. Jason stared back at him; lips parted in surprise. Percy’s grin curled impishly as he pulled up the hem of Jason’s shirt, fisting it just below his pecs. His free hand grazed delicately over a bronzed oblique as he thought distractedly about how good Jason would look in a crop top.

   Jason held perfectly still right up until Percy’s eyes zeroed in on the raspberry smear he’d marked on his stomach earlier in the day. He wasted no time and dove right in. Percy stopped low, settling his free hand on Jason’s hip, as he flattened his tongue against Jason’s skin and licked slowly right up his abdomen and over the sticky mark. Jason jolted at the first contact of Percy’s tongue, pressing himself flatter against the wall. Percy smirked against his warm skin as he sucked a wet kiss over the tangy residue. He sealed his lips in a hard suck, flicking the tip of his tongue quickly back and forth, cleaning away any remaining juice.

   He could feel Jason’s eyes trained on him closely as he sucked harder, full of teeth and promise, suddenly intent on leaving a mark that couldn’t be so easily licked away. He felt Jason’s abdominal muscles tighten and shift under his lips and tongue, and he let out a mildly smug exhale through his nose at the telling reaction. Percy tightened his grip on Jason’s bunched shirt, splaying his fingers across Jason’s firm pectoral, digging in a shade more deliberately, subtly copping a feel; just enough to tease. At the same time, he looked up from under his bangs, maintaining direct eye contact with Jason as he flattened his tongue above the button of Jason’s jeans and licked a slow, wide stripe up over his abs, all the way until he tasted the cotton of his shirt keeping the centre of his chest obscured from view.

   Jason exhaled quietly, with an element of control that honestly impressed Percy after his openly vocal display in the bushes that morning. A flattering touch of pink had settled high on his cheeks, something he didn’t seem to have such conscientious control over, which only served to make the darkening shade of his blue eyes that much more noticeable and severe.

   One corner of Percy’s mouth turned upward as he tossed the blond a devilish wink, popping his shiny, bruised lips playfully. Percy revelled in the way Jason’s eyes immediately zipped down to stare at the motion, lingering there as Percy drifted back down towards his pants.

   “I’m beginning to think that Cyclops really did knock a screw loose in you,” grumbled Jason, like having Percy’s lips on him was some great inconvenience. Percy didn’t miss the way he sank casually further down the wall, settling in for the rest of Percy’s performance. “You’re practically daring someone to catch us.”

   “But I promised to get it for you when we got back to the ship,” Percy innocently reminded him. He flicked his tongue over Jason’s skin – still wet with Percy’s saliva – dark eyes flashing purposefully as he lowered his voice to a quiet rumble. “And I’m nothing if not a man of my word.”

   Percy moved his hand from Jason’s hip and brought it around to hook two fingers deeply into the front of Jason’s pants, tugging his hips purposefully out from the wall. Jason went with the motion easily, electric eyes appraising Percy all the while. His jeans had already slipped down low on his hips during the short flight back to the ship, and Jason was keenly aware of the close feeling of the back of Percy’s fingers pressing into him all the way down to his dick. The lingering contact and pull of thick denim around him had the nerves all around his crotch lighting up and his dick beginning to fill in interest.

   “Well get on with it then,” he breathed impatiently, giving in completely now, as he dropped a heavy hand into Percy’s already well-mussed hair.

   Percy didn’t have to be told twice. He dragged his tongue from just above where his fingers disappeared into Jason’s pants out toward his hipbone, keeping low on Jason’s abdomen, feeling both smooth skin and rough denim where Jason’s pants were still regrettably in the way. Jason hummed lowly in the back of his throat, and stroked his thumb approvingly through Percy’s hair, brushing back his bangs to see his face as he worked diligently. He could feel Percy’s warm breath blowing maddeningly down into his pants where Percy’s fingers were holding the waistband away from his skin. His toes curled in anticipation, the muscles in his thighs and stomach drawn tight at the promise of more.

   Jason had just let a throaty groan loose in response to the first teasing scrape of Percy’s teeth when there was a sudden clattering above them on deck, and feet appeared on the top step leading down to the corridor they were currently getting down and dirty in. Jason stared in horror as the feet began quickly descending, revealing shins, knees, then thighs. He paled, swallowing thickly, unwilling to tear his eyes away from the stairs.

   “Fuck,” he cursed in warning, urgently tapping two fingers against Percy’s head for attention.

   Percy could tell from the sharp change in tone that it wasn’t a curse of enjoyment and pulled seamlessly up, slipping his fingers out of Jason’s pants, and casually pulled his shirt down for him as he straightened up. Percy took a modest step back from Jason, innocently putting his hands on is own hips and looked for all the world as though they had just been having a normal, everyday conversation. If not for how tightly Jason was pursing his lips, anyway.

   “Hey, chill,” he snorted, snapping his fingers in Jason’s face.

   Jason looked back to him with a mixture of guilt and mild admiration. Percy could see it in his eyes, how Jason was wondering just how many times Percy had done this, to be so adept and coordinated at covering up inappropriate behaviour in public spaces. Percy arched his eyebrows cooly with the ghost of a smirk in acknowledgement, tipping his metaphorical cap. He could teach Jason a thing or two about how to get away with a little fun now and then, if the blond were ever willing to shut up and learn from the master.

   Hazel had now made it to the bottom of the stairs and was coming up on them fast. Her eyes lit up in pleasant surprise to see them there. She was carrying the sack of items they’d brought back to the ship, no doubt on her way down to the engine room to leave them for Leo.

   “Hey guys,” she nodded cheerfully in greeting, on her way past.

   “Hey, Hazel,” Percy nodded back. “Need a hand with that?”

   Hazel smiled brightly at the offer but shook her head as she slid around them in the narrow corridor. “Nah, I got it. Thanks though.”

   Percy turned back to Jason, apparently picking up the conversation they’d been in the middle of. “Anyway, I’ll catch up with you later. Go get cleaned up. You’re literally honking of berries, dude.”

   Jason snorted and rolled his eyes, finally getting with the programme. “You sound like a Cyclops.”

   Jason pushed himself off the wall effortlessly and began to saunter down the corridor. Percy watched him go with a lecherous smirk, admiring the tight fit of his jeans around his ass. He glanced back over his shoulder briefly in time to see Hazel approaching the corner leading down to the engine room. Determining her far enough away, he turned back to Jason and called slyly after him.

   “Just remember, don’t drop the soap~”

   Jason’s confident swagger faltered, and he shot an amusingly startled look back over his shoulder at Percy. Percy winked at him and promptly turned on his heel heading back to his own room to change. He bit his tongue to stifle his snicker. Jason was just so easy.

   If Jason thought he’d be spared any more of Percy’s teasing over dinner just because they had an audience, he was sorely mistaken. If anything, it just added an extra layer of fun for Percy to see how much he could get away with in front of the others, or before Jason genuinely popped a few blood vessels. Whichever came first. He didn’t even start slow and ease Jason into it. He was still raring to go after being interrupted in the corridor earlier and expected Jason to keep up with him. He had immediately slid into the seat directly across the table from Jason with a huge lopsided grin on his face, and the weary look on the son of Jupiter’s face told Percy that Jason at least knew he was doomed. Percy was practically blowing him overdramatic kisses across the table while Jason switched between ignoring him and covertly mouthing profane threats back at him.

   Even Jason aiming a swift kick under the table at him, nailing his shin bluntly, while the blond kept his expression impassive, delicately sipping at his drink, didn’t slow Percy down for a second. It just had him smothering a giggle into his hand for a minute.

    “We’ve been lucky to have a quiet few days as of late in terms of monster attacks,” continued Annabeth.

   “Speak for yourself,” pitched in Percy playfully.

   Annabeth waved him off absently in acknowledgement. “Up here on the ship anyway. But we shouldn’t expect that to continue, and I don’t want us to start getting sloppy in combat when we do find ourselves in another fight.”

   “Ugh, I hope you’re not suggesting more swordplay practise,” groaned Leo, draping himself across the table gloomily at the thought. “Honestly, you’re worse than Coach Hedge.”

   “You’ll thank me for it the next time you’re nearly decapitated by some monster with a grudge,” insisted Annabeth pointedly, chasing the dregs of her dinner around with her fork.

   “I’d be happy to put everyone through some basic practise drills a couple times a day. Just to keep us in good form,” shrugged Jason. “We did that as standard practise back in the Legion.”

   His eyes flicked over to lock with Percy’s meaningfully as he cocked a brow, belying his mild tone of voice. “And if there’s one thing I’m particularly good at, it’s drilling new Probatios.”

   Percy inclined his head for a well-played move, pleased to see Jason rising to the challenge at last. However, given how badly they’d been bickering with each other since the beginning of the quest, he felt he owed it to the others to get in at least one snarky remark. Just to save face.

   “I don’t know who you’re calling Probatio,” he scoffed. He pointed a thumb smugly back at his chest. “I got promoted, remember? You’re looking at a Praetor now, buddy.”

   Jason didn’t miss a beat, shrugging one shoulder, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “Promotion or no, I’m confident I could still have you on your back without breaking a sweat.”

   “Easily, I’m sure,” conceded Percy breezily, knowing he certainly wouldn’t hesitate to get on his back for Jason after seeing him in action down on the ground that morning. Sounded like a downright good time to him. He rolled his tongue provocatively over his lower lip, adding lowly: “But where’s the fun in it if you don’t sweat a little?”

   Jason eyes glinted darkly, staying locked intensely with Percy’s. Finally, he was leaning into the game. Piper and Annabeth shared a look and a groan, far too used to their squabbling by now.

   “Yes, yes boys. You’re both hot shit,” huffed Piper, with a roll of her eyes. “But could we get back to the important stuff?”

   They graciously kept their flirting to heavy eye contact, letting the others discuss “the important stuff” to their heart’s content, pitching in where necessary, but otherwise their minds were mostly elsewhere, as they examined each other intensely. As the meeting wore on, Percy hooked a foot around Jason’s ankle and stealthily began rubbing his foot up and down Jason’s calf. Jason’s stormy eyes lingered on him heavily as he began absently rubbing his thumb and forefinger up and down the handle of his fork, matching Percy’s rhythm. Percy wondered if he was using it as a substitute for Percy’s dick or his own. Not that it mattered either way – Percy would be more than happy to get his own hand on whichever dick was left unattended in that scenario.

   When the meeting finally broke off, overnight watches were assigned – Frank and Annabeth tonight, with Leo and Hedge trading off duty at the controls – and the rest of them trooped back to their own cabins. Hedge gruffly reminded them all about curfews and the importance of a good night’s sleep if they wanted to be bashing in monsters’ heads in the morning.

   Percy only lasted about a half an hour before he was out of bed and peering through his cracked door covertly into the hallway. The corridor was silent and deserted. It seemed everyone was being very well behaved and obeying their curfew. With a grin, Percy slipped silently out of his room and padded down the hall to Jason’s cabin on the opposite side. He didn’t bother to knock – he couldn’t imagine anything Jason could possibly be doing in there that he wouldn’t want to see after all – and let himself inside, closing the door behind himself quietly.

   Jason was reclined casually on his bed, with his head pillowed on one arm. He was still dressed in a clean shirt and jeans but had at least kicked off his sneakers since dinner.

   ‘Oooh, casual wear,’ thought Percy with great amusement, eyeing Jason’s socked feet. He thought that this was probably the least dressed he had ever seen Jason. He wondered fleetingly how many other people in this world had ever caught Rome’s Big Cheese lounging around without footwear like some common whore.

   Jason was, predictably, still wide awake and boring holes into the rafters above his bed with a deep set, mildly irritated looking, frown. He drummed his fingers on his chest in a relentless rhythm and somehow managed to get his vague irritation to shine through in that as well.

   He started briefly when Percy first pushed his door open, snapping his head up towards the sudden movement, body tensed and ready to throw himself to his feet in the event of an ambush, but he relaxed as soon as Percy had poked his head around the door and flashed him a cheerful smile.

   “What’re you doing in here?” he grumbled, dropping his head back onto his arm and resuming his glaring match with the rafters.

   “Nothing,” replied Percy, tone lilting playfully. “Just checking to see if you were lonely.”

   Jason scoffed quietly at the lame excuse. “You could’ve knocked.”

   “Why?” teased Percy, grinning widely. “You weren’t doing anything fun.”

   “And by fun, I take it you mean –”

   “Naughty~” finished Percy, wiggling his eyebrows and laughing lightly.

   “Naturally,” grunted Jason dryly. His poker face was pretty good at selling his disinterest, but Percy watched as his eyebrow ticked and the tempo of his drumming fingers kicked up a beat or two.

   “I was doing something fun,” continued Percy conversationally. He leant back against the wall, kicking his foot up behind him and crossed his arms comfortably over his chest, meeting Jason’s eyes when the blond glanced over at him. “I was jerking off.”

   Jason held his stony expression quite expertly, but the awkward mixture between a snort and a choke that caught in the back of his throat carried across the otherwise quiet room. The corner of Percy’s mouth quirked up in an easy smile. Funny, he’d come to expect the Roman’s to be all about getting to the point, but Jason sure did seem to love the scenic route.

   “I’ve been in my room playing with myself since dinner,” he carried on. Jason hadn’t asked, but Percy hadn’t broken curfew just to sit and stare at each other. Jason stared a little harder, throat working slowly around a swallow. Percy’s smirk curled a little more at the ends. “I was just thinking about your promise to put me on my back, and what exactly you might be planning to do once you had me there.”

   Jason continued to stare at him intently, drumming fingers still radiating his annoyance. The rest of his body seemed resolutely locked in place as Percy began to slink across the room towards him, aside from his toes which very slowly and almost grudgingly curled tightly in his socks. Percy stood by the edge of the bed, tilting his head as he examined Jason’s mild glare with amused curiosity.

   “Have you really not touched yourself at all?” he asked, pouring carefully measured levels of disappointment and sympathy into his voice and expression as he raked his eyes down Jason’s supine body. As his eyes passed over Jason’s abdomen and crotch, the son of Jupiter’s drumming became so heavy it seemed as though Jason’s goal was to leave bruises on himself. “Don’t tell me I didn’t get you at least a little hot and bothered at dinner?”

   “Bothered? Definitely,” growled Jason, rolling his jaw tightly as he ground his teeth. “But nothing new there.”

   “Hot?” prompted Percy with a grin, inviting himself to sit down beside Jason’s hip.

   Jason exhaled, short and indignant, through his nose before confessing like it physically pained him. “Perhaps a little.”

   “And you’ve spent the intervening time doing what about it exactly?” asked Percy happily, arching his brows expectantly. He laid a hand heavily on Jason’s stomach, patting lightly a few times in encouragement before leaving it there.

   Jason’s brows flattened into a knitted line and his cheeks puffed up cutely in consternation before he huffed out his reply. “Nothing. I’ve just been here. Like this.”

   Percy hummed in acknowledgement, glancing down casually at Jason’s crotch. “But you are horny, right?” He slid his hand brazenly down from Jason’s stomach to his crotch to check for himself.

   “Well of course I am,” said Jason, clicking his tongue impatiently. The swelling bulge under Percy’s hand attested to that.

   “Well don’t get pissy with me,” laughed Percy brightly, eyes crinkling with it. “That’s what your hand is for, dude. You have got to start indulging a little.”

   Jason maintained his scowl but the flush that crept into his cheeks at the thought turned the mean look quite cute in Percy’s opinion. He propped himself up on his elbows, fixing Percy with a pointed look. “Yeah, sure, like I’m gonna whip my dick out in here when people like to freely barge in on me whenever they feel like it.”

   “Pfft, you’re sixteen, dude,” snorted Percy, waving hm off. “That’s what everybody already thinks you’re doing in here when you hide away for hours at a time.”

   Jason pushed himself up a little straighter, affronted and comically horrified. “But I’m not!” He insisted. “I’m – I’m planning –”

   Percy laughed and cocked his head, playfully cutting in. “Planning to let me suck your dick? What a happy coincidence! I was just in my room planning to choke on it.”

   Jason groaned mutely in complaint at his lame jokes, but gestured expectantly at his crotch, worked up and impatient. Percy was kind of beginning to dig Jason’s weird habit of denying himself life’s simple pleasures when it kept him so effortlessly riled up on a hair trigger just ready for the taking.

   Percy ambled eagerly onto his knees on the bed and waddled himself cheerfully into a comfortable position between Jason’s knees, nudging them apart none too gently with his thighs. He flapped his hands at Jason, shooing the blond’s hand off his chest and out of Percy’s workspace. Jason grunted at being bossed around but sarcastically raised his palm in surrender before tucking it behind his head with his other arm and settling back comfortably to watch Percy do his thing.

   Percy grinned down salaciously at Jason stretched out in front of him, lacing his fingers out in front of hm in a stretch, popping his knuckles theatrically, ready to get down to business. Naturally, he wanted Jason’s shirt out of the way first of all. Well-fitted as it was, it was still obstructing the view. He pushed it up over Jason’s chest, bunching it up under his arms. Jason stared back at him languidly, making it clear he was much too comfortable to consider sitting up to take it off completely. Petty bastard.

   Ignoring him, Percy took his time smoothing his palms up and down Jason’s body. Jason relaxed into the touch immediately, eyelids lowering heatedly as he breathed deeply through his nose, broad chest swelling under Percy’s wandering hands. After barely another minute of being warmed by Percy’s hands, Jason was humming contentedly, blinking slow and languid as his eyes lazily tracked Percy’s progress across his torso. His hips twisted subtly, not quite rocking up yet, but clearly seeking a similar sort of attention. Percy skimmed his fingers down Jason’s clenched abs, along the top of his jeans, and back up his sides returning to his chest, dancing teasingly close around a nipple. Like earlier in the day, he wondered absently to himself if Jason got off so easily to these barely there touches because he really hadn’t had hands on him much before. Percy bit his cheek silently, amused and somewhat charmed by the thought.

   Percy decided to spoil Jason for the time being and treated him to some of his greatest-hits-moves from his days in the boarding school dorms. His lips traced after the path of his hands, largely chaste and innocent, with the occasional surprise lick introduced every now and then, just to keep Jason on his toes. Percy felt the muscles under him jump and tense every time. Jason’s hips were twisting and rocking more obviously by the time Percy was leaving wet kisses all over his skin.

   Jason groaned, deep and impatient. He pulled a hand out from under his head and flicked Percy’s head harmlessly in complaint as Percy rolled his tongue repeatedly over his nipple.

   “Hurry up, asshole. As if I haven’t already waited long enough for you.”

   Percy snorted, pecking his lips teasingly against the hard nub before responding mildly. “Hey, I gave you plenty of time to get this kind of foreplay out of the way. Not my fault you’re afraid of your own dick, dude.”

   Jason’s hand pressed down against the top of Percy’s head, half-heartedly shoving him further down his body. Percy grinned and cut in before some frivolous argument could accompany the gesture. He licked flatly over the hickey he’d left on low on Jason’s abdomen only a few hours before on his way down, feeling Jason draw tight, flexing under his tongue.

   “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry,” he said, eyes flicking up under his bangs to meet Jason’s, heavy with promise. “I’ve got it covered.”

   Percy wasted no more time, seamlessly popping the button on Jason’s pants and unzipping his fly. In one fluid, practised motion, he had Jason’s pants tugged open and down enough to be out of the way and his dick in hand, as he settled back onto his heels comfortably. Jason’s cock was stiff and heavy in his hand as he began to stroke it lightly, effortlessly figuring out the most comfortable grip to accommodate for Jason’s particular length and girth. Jason let out a shallow exhale that was only a whisper away from a low whistle at the contact. He was propped up on his elbows again, holding himself up to stare openly at Percy’s fingers wrapped around his cock.

   “Just had to make sure you were still hard after leaving it to wilt for so long,” smirked Percy, squeezing his fingers tighter as he dragged his hand down Jason’s shaft toward his base in an agonisingly slow stroke.

   Jason let his head tip back for a moment, exposing the long column of his throat, Adam’s apple straining and bobbing as he bit his lip around a tight groan of pleasure at the long-awaited contact.

   “Of course I’m still hard,” he sniped, rocking his hips just as slowly, sliding the entire length of his cock up into the tight circle of Percy’s hold. “Why do you think I’m still awake? It’s been driving me mad.”

   Percy could see that for himself. Jason’s arousal was evident in the dark flush of the head of his cock, already shiny and slick with precum by the time Percy had fished it out of Jason’s dampened boxers. He watched a fresh bead of the clear liquid well up from the slit as he dragged his fist tightly up Jason’s shaft. Thinking it too good to resist, Percy leaned in closer, running his lips over the ridge of Jason’s cockhead, and down over his shaft, still twisting his fist around the base.

   “Is that really what you do when you get turned on?” he asked lightly, in between heated open-mouthed kisses. “Just lay here and stare at the ceiling until what? You go down or fall asleep?”

   Jason groaned deeper, feeling Percy’s warm, wet breath on his dick and the soft brush of his lips, now slippery with saliva and his own precum. He kept his head tilted back as he rolled his hips, loving the way Percy just let him rub his cock against his lips and cheek.

   “Well one or the other always happens sooner or later,” he grunted after a moment to get his throat working again and manage to unclench his teeth. As much as Jason was enjoying what Percy was doing between his legs, he wasn’t such a fan of having his masturbation habits – or lack thereof – examined and critiqued by some smarmy, slutty Greek.

   Percy laughed, the deep rumble of it tingling through Jason’s cock. He ran his loose fist up the shaft and rubbed his thumb firmly up over the head, massaging small circles into the rigid flesh on its underside just under the ridge. He sucked a few more damp kisses down towards Jason’s balls, letting them get a touch noisier each time until Jason was exhaling roughly at the lewd, wet sound.

   “I just can’t believe you never jerk yourself off,” he huffed with a grin, shaking his head lightly at the thought, incidentally nuzzling against the base of Jason’s cock, breath fanning lightly over his balls. “That’s so weird. How do you even survive?”

   Jason lifted his head at last, staring down over his chest at Percy, enjoying the view and not wanting to miss any more of it. He groaned through pursed lips as he watched, more felt, Percy lick a wide, sloppy line down over his balls before sucking at them enthusiastically.

   “I didn’t say I never jerk off,” grumbled Jason stubbornly “Of course I do.”

   Percy hummed in amusement. “Oh? Do tell.”

   He curled his tongue around Jason’s balls hungrily, knocking a half-wounded whimper of surprise out of Jason, who ground up into Percy’s stroking hand keenly. The move must’ve earned him some goodwill because to his surprise he found Jason answering him without delay.

   “I do it in the shower,” panted Jason, flushed face as heated as his voice as he watched Percy work his cock between his mouth and hand expertly. “But that’s the only place I’ll do it while we’re on the ship.”

   “The shower?” gasped Percy dramatically, like it was the most scandalous thing he’d ever heard.

   “It’s not my fault,” muttered Jason, averting his eyes to the corner of the room. “Hot showers in the morning get the blood pumping, I dunno.”

   “Is that why you take so many?” teased Percy, grinning crookedly.

   Jason flushed and hunched his shoulders self consciously around his ears. Percy sniggered to himself as he flicked his tongue playfully over the head of Jason’s leaking dick. The reaction was quite sweet in a way, but Percy didn’t buy into Jason’s shy, innocent act when he could feel his cock twitching and straining in his hand. He knew that Jason knew he was only messing with him anyway.

   Percy rolled Jason’s balls in his free hand and casually stroked his dick with the other as he settled in comfortably propped up upon his elbows on his front between Jason’s shifting thighs to ask more questions. It was evidently turning Jason on to talk about it, and it was definitely turning Percy on to picture Jason, naked and wet, urgently pumping his soaped-up cock in the Argo’s tight shower stalls so early in the morning, trying to come before anyone else could wander in.

   “It’s better in there than here in the bed,” mumbled Jason defensively, intermittently raking his teeth across his lip whenever Percy sucked noisily against his shaft, thigh muscles jumping lightly in response. “No mess to clean up, and the shower is loud enough to hide any noise.”

   Percy thought back to their roll in the bushes on the ground that morning and how Jason had gotten a bit carried away the closer he’d gotten to coming. His lips stretched into a smile. He remembered thinking at the time that it was kind of cute that Jason was loud when he came. Of course, maybe if he practised a little more often, he’d learn to be quieter. Percy eyed the far wall. Jason had Frank for a neighbour, and while he was quite sure that Frank would appreciate Jason’s efforts to shield him from overhearing any sensitive material, there really was no time like the present to get in some much-needed practise.

   “Hang on,” snorted Percy, raising his head to cock a brow at Jason dubiously as a thought struck him. “How come you were so uptight in the hall earlier about somebody catching us, but you’re happy to wank yourself off in a communal shower?”

   Jason’s mouth twisted stubbornly, and he shrugged a shoulder dismissively. “I get up early so I’m in and out before anybody else is around.”

   Percy ducked his head and let out a laugh, shoulders shaking. “Is that why you get up at the crack of dawn? And here we all thought it was just because you’re such a hardcore soldier that lives and breathes the morning drill routine.”

   Jason rolled his eyes, turning his face away in a huff. “Who said a morning wank can’t be part of a hardcore routine?”

   Percy’s gaze sharpened slyly. He blew cool air over the heated tip of Jason’s dick, making him flinch in surprise, drawing his attention back to Percy easily. Percy fixed his eyes on Jason’s, green eyes glowing like a cat’s as he lowered his voice to a sultry murmur.

   “Or maybe that’s just an excuse and you really do like the idea of being walked in on in the act.” Percy watched Jason swallow thickly, pinned under Percy’s sharp stare. His dick pulsed in Percy’s palm. “Doubt you’d really want to stop just because you’d been caught. Hm?” Percy tilted his head, tone playful but expression lecherous. He dropped his voice to barely more than a whisper, delighting in the way Jason physically leaned in to hear every word, enthralled.

   “Would you put on a show for me if I caught you red handed?”

   Jason shuddered, blinking quickly, lashes fluttering. His chest rose and fell shallowly as he panted, rocking his hips up into Percy’s hand insistently, doing most of the work in Percy’s distraction. He licked his lips quickly while Percy watched on, thoroughly amused.

   “Yeah,” hummed Percy, satisfied. “You’re just as pervy as the rest of us, soldier boy.”

   “Shut up,” groaned Jason, through gritted teeth.

   Percy laughed at how evenly Jason managed to balance annoyance and horniness, even in his complaints. That was some real consistency, and Percy appreciated a little consistency in his life as much as the next displaced demigod. Percy kissed his tip cheerfully.

   “Hey, whatever gets you off, buddy.” He smiled brightly. “I’m not judging.”

   Then Percy opened his mouth and swallowed Jason’s cock down, inch by inch, thoroughly taking Jason by surprise. Jason inhaled sharply and screwed his eyes shut tight as Percy sank down on him in one fluid motion. His abs curled and his biceps strained as his fists gripped the sheets tightly in response to the sudden burning, wet sensation surrounding him, bombarding his senses.

   “Oh fuck,” he groaned, deep and ragged, completely disarmed by Percy’s sneak attack. He opened his eyes, staring heatedly at Percy. “This gets me off.”

   As difficult as emoting was with one’s lips stretched around a generously proportioned cock, Percy still managed to preen at the praise. Jason was very openly reactive to having his dick sucked, and Percy wondered if it was first time anyone had gotten that far with him, or if Jason was just hamming it up so Percy would keep spoiling him. He wouldn’t put it past that crafty little mind of Jason’s. Luckily for the son of Jupiter, however, Percy didn’t actually care either way, and was happy to be first in line, or the hundredth.

   Jason’s hips snapped upwards, sharp and eager, lodging the blunt head of his cock right into the back of Percy’s throat, stealing Percy’s breath with the surprise of the sudden motion. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he bit his lip, visibly restraining himself as he grunted a breathless apology, easing his hips back down to the bed, cock sliding wetly from Percy’s lips with a rush of drool, that dripped onto the sheets between Jason’s legs.

   Percy waved him off dismissively and swiped the back of his hand over his chin, sucking the rest of his spit back into his mouth noisily. “Choke me dude, I don’t care.”

   Jason’s eyes darkened about three shades as his lips parted slightly around a quiet groan of want. Percy swallowed his cock back down after a deep breath and kept pushing until he’d sunk right down towards Jason’s base, feeling his throat work around Jason’s tip. Jason took him up on his offer, and began slowly, shallowly, rocking his hips, bumping his cock against the back of Percy’s throat experimentally. He made a conscious effort to be a touch gentler about it this time, absorbed by the muted gagging sounds Percy would make when he rolled his hips just far enough at a certain angle, and the way his face was turning a little redder the longer he stayed down on Jason’s dick.

   Percy leaned onto his side long enough to wiggle his free hand down under himself between his legs. He pressed down on his own dick through his jeans. He was still hard after teasing himself for so long, and it wasn’t long before he began to feel his cock pulse as the heavy weight of Jason’s dick slid over his tongue. He curled his tongue around the underside of Jason’s length, stroking it clumsily as he bobbed his head, slow and deep, drawing it out. He was in no hurry, after all. He could hear Jason panting quietly, and felt the heavy weight of a hand settle into his hair; not yet taking control, just making Jason feel like more of an active participant, was Percy’s guess.

   A sound in the hall had Jason’s focus immediately flipping from staring at Percy’s lips wrapped around his shaft, to staring wide-eyed at his closed cabin door, and the fingers in Percy’s hair tightened a fraction, not quite decided if he wanted to pull Percy off or push him back down yet. Percy made the decision for him, and released his dick with a pop, also turning an ear to the door curiously.

   “What’s that?” he asked, trying to place the muffled clacking sound moving through the corridor outside. He still had one hand curled loosely around Jason’s slick length and continued to stroke him lazily just above the base, rocking against his own hand idly all the while.

   “Hedge on his rounds,” answered Jason, looking a little strung out and short of breath. “He does it every night. Making sure nobody’s breaking curfew or sneaking into each other’s rooms to fool around and stuff.”

   They locked eyes, taking in their position: Jason’s cock, wet with Percy’s spit, held loosely in Percy’s hand, a string of precum still thinning between it and Percy’s lower lip. Percy pursed his lips meaningfully, squeezing his own dick and making his thighs tremble pleasantly.

   “He’s not doing a very good job tonight, is he?”

   Jason’s face split into a wide grin with a thunderous snort that quickly devolved into an all-out laugh.

   “Grace!” came the immediate gruff bark from the other side of the door. “Stop giggling and get to sleep!”

   Jason only snorted harder and had to crush a hand over his mouth and nose to cover it, shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he met Percy’s eyes. Percy had to duck his head; teeth clenched tightly in a wide grin to restrain his own laughter. He squeezed his eyes shut as his whole body moved with the silent force of his laugh.

   Jason swallowed thickly, parting the fingers over his mouth just enough to shout back a croaky reply. “Sorry, Coach Hedge.”

   They grinned at each other wonkily as they listened to the sound of hooves clop on down the hall. Percy made a mental note to watch out for Hedge’s rounds next time he felt like sneaking out. He’d never had to worry about it before seeing as how he would have typically wanked himself into submission for the night by now, unlike Jason who was always awake practising celibacy like a good boy.

   As soon as the coast was clear, they picked up where they left off with zeal. It didn’t take long for them to get back into the rhythm they had established before Hedge’s interruption, and even less time for Percy to start thinking Jason might be approaching his limit. Percy studied his face as he sucked at his cock messily, before pulling off one more time. He didn’t stop entirely this time, keeping his lips pressed up against Jason’s dick, flicking his tongue against him every now and then, but always maintaining some kind of contact.

   “Do you want to finish like this, or do you want to do more?” he asked, smiling behind Jason’s dick.

   Jason blinked at him distractedly, brow knitting lightly as his addled, horny mind tried to follow Percy’s thinking. “What do you mean?”

   “I’m asking if you want to come in my mouth,” answered Percy bluntly. He batted his eyes coyly and pressed a chaste kiss to the head of Jason’s swollen dick. “Unless you’d rather come on my face?”

   Jason’s eyes were hazy and his cheeks rosy and he looked spoiled for choice. “You’d be into that?”

   Percy chuckled. “You’d be hard pressed to find anything I wouldn’t be into.” He shrugged. “And since we’re not in the shower, swallowing would take care of the mess, right?”

   Jason’s bitten lips opened in a soft moan of want, and he looked pretty sold on the idea. The temptation written plainly all over Jason’s face was quickly selling Percy on the idea as well, and he suddenly felt twice as keen to do it for him and see how Jason handled it. Jason’s dick twitched in Percy’s hand, but he shook his head instead with a strained gulp.

   He made a curt motion with his chin and ordered in a decisive pant: “Take your pants off.”

   Percy’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “My pants?”

   Jason dragged his teeth slowly back over his lip as his eyes raked over Percy laid out between his legs intently. “Let me see your cock.”

   The low growl in his voice had Percy shivering and his dick straining eagerly against his pants. Anywhere but the bedroom he’d have been embarrassed to feel himself flush so quickly in response to Jason’s command voice, but for the time being, Percy was more than happy to obey. Percy threw his shirt off over his head for good measure, before tugging down his zipper roughly. Jason eyed his leaking cock without a hint of shyness as soon as Percy was naked on his knees in front of him.

   “Now c’mere.” Jason beckoned him forward with two fingers, voice coming out in a low rumble that made Percy’s stomach turn over with anticipation as he shuffled forward.

   “Was starting to think you’d forgotten about me,” teased Percy. “Thought I’d have to wait ’til you were done.”

   “Two birds with one stone,” replied Jason simply, as he lay back down comfortably.

   “Pragmatic as always,” snorted Percy, as he settled himself nimbly on Jason’s hips.

   Percy felt Jason’s cock nestle snugly between his cheeks as he straddled the blond, the slick wet heat of it sliding smoothly against him on the first roll of his hips. Percy moaned wantonly as he began to grind down against Jason eagerly. It was twice as good as their initial rendezvous on the ground that morning without any clothes in the way. Percy leaned back, rolling his hips in circular motions, bracing his hands on Jason’s thighs, and blindly tugging Jason’s jeans further down his legs out of his way.

   Jason’s hands gripped his hips tightly, bearing Percy down against him even harder, as he rocked up to meet him. He grunted softly, grinding up roughly, pressing Percy’s balls more firmly against his abdomen when he repositioned Percy’s hips. He bit his lip tightly in a conscious attempt to keep his heavy breathing under wraps with a pro-celibacy half-goat prowling the halls. With all the effort in the world, he was still louder than Percy, but Percy wasn’t particularly worried about Jason being overheard. It was his room after all, not like Hedge didn’t know he was in there already. If Hedge did happen to pass by and hear Jason’s choked breathing, he’d likely just assume that Jason was jerking off and undoubtedly leave him to it. Hedge was tough but fair, and there was no established rule against taking care of your own needs. Hedge’s war was against the naughty version of the buddy system, and Percy could cut their chaperone some slack on that.
   Percy wrapped a hand urgently around his own straining cock, which had been bumping insistently against his stomach for attention with every rock of their hips. He gasped heatedly as he stroked himself, locking eyes with Jason and watching his expression all the while. The effect an occasional well-placed lewd moan had on Jason was plain to see, and deeply refreshing for Percy after how macho and aloof so many guys from the dorm tried to be about it. After a certain point, Percy didn’t even know why he bothered to make an effort for them if they really couldn’t care less about his expertise.

   Percy liked having Jason’s eyes on him though. He felt very appreciated with the downright predatory way Jason was staring up at him, and the feeling of the possessive grip of strong hands on his hips, and the thick, heavy press of Jason’s cock thrusting up between his cheeks a little more urgently each time. Percy’s cock was hard and throbbing in his hand, his precum slicking the way and a quick spit straight onto his cock doing the rest. Jason groaned roughly as he watched Percy lean forward and spit carelessly onto his dick. He bucked his hips up hard, and rubbed his cock, hot and hard, against Percy’s hole.

   Percy sat up properly, curling slightly over himself as he tugged on his cock a little faster, grinding his balls down against Jason’s abs, drawing another long moan out of him. His thighs dug in closer around Jason’s waist as he oriented himself more securely in his position. He twisted his wrist around his dick as he rocked back and forth on Jason’s length, squeezing his ass tightly around him.

   “Oh fu –” gasped Jason, eyelids fluttering, but the curse caught in his throat breathlessly.

   Percy loved the way it so genuinely slipped out of him like that. Jason was very honest in his arousal, and in Percy’s opinion it was one of the hottest things about him. He returned the favour by letting Jason see openly just how much Percy was enjoying everything they were doing as well. Jason let go of Percy’s hip with one hand and batted Percy’s hand off of his cock clumsily.

   “Give it to me,” he groaned, replacing Percy’s hand with his own.

   Percy huffed a quiet laugh, smirking down at him. “Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

   Jason fisted his cock for him mercilessly, getting straight to the point in an effort not to leave Percy behind, sensing his inevitable orgasm rapidly approaching. Percy leant over further, pushing Jason’s rumpled shirt back up under his arms and braced his hands on the blond’s broad chest. He arched his back sharply, rocking his ass down tightly on Jason’s cock, feeling his hole flutter at the friction. He squeezed Jason’s pecs as he rocked his dick fluidly into Jason’s hand.

   Jason thumbed his leaking slit and twisted his wrist, playing all Percy’s favourite hits. He notably lacked the clumsiness of a boy touching someone else’s cock for the first time. Another layer of mystery for Percy to fantasise over in the small hours of each morning for the rest of the quest.

   Jason groaned raggedly at the pec squeezing, getting steadily louder as he approached his limit. Percy recognised the signs from that morning and knew what to expect when it finally hit Jason. He didn’t know exactly where Coach Hedge was, and he assumed Frank was still up on deck with Annabeth, but the walls weren’t that thick, and the others weren’t that deaf, so his reflexes kicked in before Jason and his porn star moans could give them away. He clapped a hand firmly over Jason’s mouth, just how Jason had so annoyingly done to him their first go around.

   Jason turned wide blue eyes up to him over flushed cheeks. Percy smirked at him and cockily put one finger to his lips, shushing him. Jason let the tease go, even looking mildly grateful for the reminder to keep it down. He did appear to make a renewed effort to bite down on any sounds Percy’s fluid motions pulled out of him but was only partially successful, so Percy kept his hand where it was, and he seemed content enough to stay muzzled for now. He kept tugging roughly on Percy’s cock, faster and tighter now, trying to force Percy to the edge.

   Percy could feel the heat from Jason’s flushed cheeks in the tips of his fingers, and his parted lips against his palm, turning it hot, wet and clammy as his breath came in short, rapid puffs. He could feel the swell of Jason’s chest under the hand still gripping his pec, and the thunderous pulse under his palm. Percy jerked his hips forward into the tight squeeze of Jason’s hand, feeling his cock pulse in the tight confines, and his balls tighten as every sensation began to overwhelm him. He clenched tightly around Jason’s cock as Jason groaned and thrust up against him vigorously, blue eyes threatening to roll as he grunted with waning restraint.

   Percy wasn’t sure who came first, blindsided as he was by his own orgasm. He got tunnel vision as it hit him, watching himself shoot his load up over his chest as he folded over on himself, arms shaking with the sudden pleasure thrumming through his system. He stared open-mouthed as Jason’s hand stroked him through it and his twitching cock leaked come sluggishly over Jason’s fingers and pooled on Jason’s abs.

   By the time he’d come back to it, Jason’s breathing was hard against his palm, which was much looser over his mouth now, and he could feel Jason absently rolling his throbbing cock up against his ass jerkily, off rhythm. He was aware of the familiar sensation of something warm and wet rolling down his backside and guessed it would be Jason’s cum. He glanced back over his shoulder after catching his breath a bit for a closer look. The angle was off for him to see the state of himself, but after shifting slightly Percy could see the majority of Jason’s load seemed to have wound up on his own thighs and was currently running down between them to soak into the bedsheets.

   After another minute to recover, Percy stretched his arms up over his head, still feeling the satisfying buzz of release, but knew it would be followed all too soon with content lethargy and the desire for sleep. He swung himself delicately off of Jason’s hips and onto his feet by the bedside, leaving Jason to stretch out comfortably.

   Jason folded his arms behind his bed and idly watched Percy wiggle back into his pants. His lazy position was remarkably similar to when Percy had first entered the room, only now he looked decidedly more debauched. An improvement, in Percy’s opinion. There was no more agitated drumming on his chest, no scowling at the rafters, just relaxed limbs, plenty of skin on display, and both their loads puddled lewdly on his thighs and stomach. He seemed in no hurry to wipe up the mess just yet.

   Percy threw his shirt over his head and wrestled his arms into it before stooping to scoop up his sneakers. He padded over to the door with them clutched to his chest, not bothering to put them on for the short jaunt back to his own cabin. He eased the door open quietly to scout out his escape route, as he blindly tugged the hem of his shirt down where it had gotten caught around his middle.

   “Oi, don’t forget these,” called Jason, now sitting on the edge of the bed, twirling Percy’s underwear casually around one finger.

   Percy looked down and pat the front of his jeans like he’d lost his keys. He held his hand out for them with a lopsided smile at his own carelessness. “Oh, right, thanks.”

   “What kind of person forgets their own underwear?” grouched Jason, casually wiping his stomach and thighs off with Percy’s underwear. He clicked his tongue critically and shook his head, but there was no heat to the words. “Such a dumb slut.”

   He tossed the wadded-up cotton across the room. Percy caught it and winked at him playfully.

   “That’s me,” he grinned, juggling his sneakers in his arms to jam his underwear into his pocket. He glanced back into the hall to make sure the coast was still clear as Jason settled back on his hands on the bed to watch him go.

   “Don’t get us caught on your walk of shame.” The corners of Jason’s mouth had turned up in amusement.

   Percy laughed proudly. “Oh, I’m not ashamed.”

   He disappeared through the door with a final bright-eyed grin.

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   Percy stifled a yawn as he pushed open the bathroom door and slipped silently inside. As abhorrent as he found it to be up at such an early hour, he had to admit the sight that greeted him as he rounded the corner was certainly one worth getting out of bed for. It looked like the sun wasn’t the only thing getting up at this hour.

   Percy leant against the wall casually, soaking up the view, still unnoticed. On the opposite side of the small bathroom were the ship’s two male shower stalls. Jason was standing in the one furthest from the door. There was a modest divider between the two stalls, but from Percy position back by the door, it did absolutely nothing to conceal Jason from him.

   Jason was braced against the wall with one arm straight out in front of him. His head was bowed under the spray of the showerhead, with the full force of the water hitting him right between the shoulder blades. His other hand was wrapped around his thick, soaped-up cock, squeezing and tugging the length like a man on a mission. There was no foreplay or taking his time here; he was going for gold. Perhaps he’d teased himself a little at some point, but Percy had clearly missed that portion of his morning routine. As regrettable as the thought was, Percy was just a man, and there was only so early he could bear to part from his bed.

    Percy tilted his head, looking the blond up and down languidly. This was the first time he was getting a good look at Jason completely exposed. Their rendezvous in Jason’s cabin the other evening had come close, but this was the first time every inch of him was open to scrutiny. Percy’s green eyes fell to the curve of Jason’s backside, bronze and toned, but still full enough to suggest the tantalizing promise of bounce. Percy grinned to himself. While his thoughts lay first and foremost with Jason’s dick, he would absolutely be interested in taking his ass for a ride one of these days.

   Percy’s eyes slid up to watch the muscles shifting in Jason’s back and shoulder, and the way his arm flexed rhythmically with his quick movements. Jason was mostly opting for fast, shallow tugs, but switched it up after a few minutes of Percy’s patient observation for a few slow, tighter strokes from base to tip, milking himself with a quiet grunt of pleasure. Percy watched keenly as the excess soap on his shaft gathered up and spilled over his fingers at the end of his cock, like a preview of the grand finale, and a heavy dollop of suds dropped to the tiled floor between his feet before being washed away down the drain.

   When Jason returned to quicker, shallower flicks of his wrist, and Percy had begun to feel a little too idle in his observation, he licked his lips slowly, a sly grin spreading across his face. He tilted his head, loosening his throat silently, trying to find the right level of gruff.

   “Grace! What’re you doing?!” he barked, in his very best impression of Coach Hedge.

   Jason spasmed, jumping half a foot in the air with a spluttered sound of alarm. He released his hold on himself instantly, hands flying up and out wide like the cops had just told him to stick em up. He twisted around quickly, hair sending water flying in all directions, and his face looked pale with shock and guilt.

   Percy bent double as he cackled. Once blue eyes had found and processed him, Jason’s rattled expression quickly flattened out. His lips twisted with annoyance and displeasure as he turned back toward the spray.

   “Hi, Percy,” he groaned flatly.

   He casually soaped up his chest, like he hadn’t been about to bring himself off just a moment ago. For the time being, he seemed content to ignore his dick, which was still standing upright against his abdomen and bobbed delicately with his movements.

   Percy bit his tongue around a snigger as he casually began to undress, dropping his shirt in a pile on the bench beside Jason’s neatly folded clothes.

   “Told you it’d be easy to catch you in a public place like this,” he teased, as he dropped his pants. “Shouldn’t do it if you’re gonna piss yourself when you get caught red handed.”
   Jason tilted his head back underneath the spray and rubbed soapy hands down over his stomach idly, almost managing to tune out Percy’s lilting voice. He frowned back over his shoulder as Percy stepped out of his pants.

   “I wasn’t gonna piss myself,” he insisted grumpily.

   Percy’s eyes dipped pointedly to his erection. “Not in that condition, no.”

   Jason’s lips twisted into a sour pout and his cheeks darkened a shade. Percy didn’t waste time teasing him about it. He could already hear Jason’s excuse of steam and hot water. Instead, he simply sauntered into the stall behind Jason. Jason arched his brows at him coolly.

   “Just invite yourself in, why don’t you?”

   “Well, they are communal showers, right?” grinned Percy brightly. “You’re supposed to share.”

   Jason exhaled through his nose in his interpretation of a laugh, and some of the annoyance eased from the tense set of his shoulders. “Well, I don’t imagine you’d leave, even if I asked you to, so.”

   “Correct,” nodded Percy. He bumped Jason lightly with his elbow. “So you gonna budge up or what?”

   Jason breathed that in way that meant he was laughing but was much too cool to laugh like a normal person again and shuffled over toward the wall graciously. He folded his arms across his broad chest, content to stand there and drip quietly in the corner while Percy moved under the spray to heat himself up from the early morning chill.

   Percy closed his eyes and let the water hit him full in the face for a moment, before he shook off his hair, slicking it back before it could plaster itself to his forehead completely. He didn’t miss the way Jason was watching him surreptitiously, cock still standing as tall as himself. Percy hummed to himself idly as he combed his fingers back through his hair, pretending to ignore the heat of Jason’s stare entirely.

   “If you’re going to stay and hog all my hot water, you ought to at least make yourself useful,” complained Jason mildly, doing absolutely nothing to disguise how much he was looking Percy up and down.

   Percy hummed innocently, blinking his eyes at him sweetly under the water. “But I have to get cleaned up first, before the water gets cold.”

   They both knew that was never going to happen. Leo had worked his magic on the ship’s plumbing and blessed them with both excellent water pressure and a never-ending supply of hot water.

   “But dirty looks so good on you,” replied Jason lowly, never breaking his gaze as his eyes turned a deeper shade of blue.

   Percy held out an arm and made grabby motions with his hand. “Gimme the soap, Romeo.”

   Jason plucked the bottle from the rack fixed to the wall and flicked the cap open with his thumb, before casually pointing it at Percy and crushing it in a sharp squeeze. Shower gel leapt from the bottle – complete with an amusing, if not slightly childish, sound effect – and splattered onto Percy’s chest. Percy startled fractionally at the cold liquid hitting his steam-warmed skin. He looked down at the mess on his chest, catching it in his hands as it began to run down his ribs in thick drops.

   He looked back up to Jason flatly. “Was that a preview, or what?”

   One corner of Jason’s mouth curved up in a satisfied smirk. Percy made himself busy by rubbing the soap into his chest and down over his arms. He watched Jason watching him as he smoothed his soapy hands down his stomach. Percy’s cock was already half hard when he gripped it in one fist and began working himself up the rest of the way. Jason continued to watch every one of his movements closely, like a warden in a prison shower, blue eyes sliding back and forth along Percy’s shaft in tandem with Percy’s hand. Jason’s untouched cock bobbed in interest as he stared, its head flushing as darkly as his stormy blue eyes.

   Percy extended a cupped hand in his direction once more after the shower head had washed away most of the soap. “Wanna top me off, handsome?”

   “Sure thing,” rumbled Jason, squeezing out a healthy dollop of soap into his own palm.

   He blindly dropped the bottle back into the rack and moved right into Percy’s space. Percy felt one of Jason’s hands splay across his lower back, as if Jason had some wild notion that Percy might’ve ever on any level considered stepping away from him, while the other hand made a tight circle with his fingers and slipped up and over the tip of his cock, slathering his length with fresh soap in the process.

   “Now that’s more like it,” grinned Percy, catching the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

   Jason didn’t bother with any attempt at a snappy comeback. His eyes flickered a little, looking distracted as he stared at Percy up close, before he – seemingly on impulse – tipped his head down and kissed Percy. His hand never let up on Percy’s shaft, and he continued to stroke him slowly when he pulled back from Percy’s mouth.

   Jason swallowed hesitantly, staring back at him in the sudden silence, but gave little away in his expression. “I just wanted to,” he shrugged, by way of explanation. His eyes flickered in brief uncertainty, but still, his voice gave nothing away. “That okay?”

   Percy felt his smile spread slowly across his face. “Yeah. I’m into that.”

   Jason’s thin scar stretched with his own answering grin. His general air took on a subtly cockier feel as he sealed his lips against Percy’s once more. Percy leaned into it without complaint, sliding a hand along Jason’s shoulder and up into his damp hair. He tugged at Jason’s hair until the blond opened his mouth for him and let Percy deepen the kiss. Percy sighed against Jason’s lips deeply as he felt Jason tighten his fingers around Percy’s cock as he pushed up towards the base. Giving him no reprieve, Jason pushed his tongue over Percy’s, back into his mouth, and devoured Percy without preamble. He pressed forward bodily as he briefly released Percy’s cock to slip his hand down further and cupped Percy’s balls.

  Percy groaned and dragged his nails pleasantly through Jason’s hair against his scalp, just hard enough to send shivers down Jason’s spine. His free hand squeezed at Jason’s hip, pulling him those last few inches closer, until he felt the blunt head of Jason’s cock bump against him. Jason kissed him a little more hungrily, catching Percy’s tongue with a sharp canine in his zeal.

   It hadn’t previously occurred to Percy to go for a kiss with Jason. He’d never stopped to consider what might be appropriate between them. Kissing tended to be pretty off the table with the guys back in Percy’s old dorm. Most of the guys hadn’t been into guys at all, and whilst dry humping and even having Percy suck them off had been perfectly acceptable cures for their horny ails, kissing was just a little too gay for them. It had never particularly bothered Percy – kissing had never been a deciding factor in him coming, so he could live without it without any great sacrifice in most instances.

   Kissing Jason like this, however, was admittedly making his head spin in a pretty enjoyable way. Coupled with Jason’s hand on his cock, it was just…exciting.

   Jason slid his hand out from behind Percy, scraping his nails lightly over flushed skin as he went, before bringing both hands between them. Jason rubbed his hands together, lathering up the last of the soap, and took them both in hand. Their cocks were pressed tightly up against each other from balls to tip as Jason began stroking them together slowly with both hands. Percy bit his lower lip around a soft grunt of pleasure and rocked his hips into Jason’s hold, exhaling tightly through his nose as he felt his cock slide slickly over Jason’s hard length, and the weight of Jason’s balls against his own. He wrapped both arms around Jason’s shoulders, pushing his other hand up into Jason’s hair as well, cradling his head close, and pulling their chests against one another.

   Percy let his eyes slip shut as he lost himself in the feeling of Jason pressed so closely up against him. He could feel Jason’s cock twitch every so often against his own, and the tension in his thighs and hips as he tried to resist the urge to buck against Percy more aggressively. He could feel Jason’s body heat bleeding into him everywhere they touched, and the cooler air of the room slipping in between them any time they moved enough to create a gap, causing his skin to prickle into goosebumps. He felt the hard nub of one of Jason’s nipples drag up his chest when Jason inhaled sharply, possibly in response to Percy tugging on his hair, possibly from the clenching of his own fist around them. He could feel the hard press of Jason’s forehead against his own temple and the warm puff of each breath against his ear in the close damp heat of the shower stall.

   Jason pumped his fists quickly, clearly still conscious of his usual deadline and how soon the rest of the ship would start to waken. Percy panted as he rocked more and more enthusiastically against him. On one thrust he managed to dislodge from Jason’s grip entirely, his sensitive head scraping along Jason’s hipbone so suddenly it had Percy gasping and bucking all the more eagerly, crushing Jason’s knuckles into the line of his V as he flattened himself against the blond.

   Jason grunted and abandoned his own cock in favour of grabbing Percy’s ass roughly with both hands, sealing them together more completely from thighs to shoulders. He groped at Percy’s ass cheeks tightly, kneading and rolling as he matched the rhythm of Percy’s hips, rubbing up against him just as ardently. Percy felt Jason’s weight against him, forcing him to back up until his back hit the divider between the stalls. Jason swallowed his squawk of surprise at how cold the divider was against his heated skin and kept him pressed against it tightly until it began to warm from the contact.

   Percy widened his stance blindly, planting his feet either side of Jason’s so the blond could inch closer. He could feel the slick heads of their cocks pressing into his stomach where their erections were squashed between them. The sound of the water thundering down onto the tiles behind Jason was loud enough to drown out most modest sounds that slipped out of either of them, but the divider must have been coming loose on it’s fixings and was rattling much more audibly against the wall with their movements.

   Jason growled lowly and pried a hand off of Percy’s ass to grip the top of the divider by Percy’s shoulder, trying to hold it in place as he drove himself against Percy roughly. It helped a little when he could focus enough to keep his grip strong and lean on it at the right angle, but too often he’d thrust against Percy at a different angle, and Percy’s ass knocking into it lower down would start it rattling insistently in its housing again.

   Jason drove up against him hard and eager, intent on finishing things quickly. He released the divider to grab Percy behind the thigh, and lifted his leg up to his waist, spreading Percy a little wider to angle his thrusts better against Percy’s cock. Their balls knocked together with the occasional wet slap, sending the last of the suds flying onto their thighs or straight down onto the tiles. Percy wrapped one arm tightly around Jason’s shoulders, clinging to him as he rocked against him urgently, keeping the other clenched tightly in his hair. He panted heavily as he felt the telltale tightening sensation in his balls, cock throbbing as he chased that high. He could hear Jason groaning somewhere by his ear and responded in kind. He pulled on Jason’s hair until his face came back into view and Percy crashed his lips against Jason’s heatedly.

   One of Jason’s hands took Percy by surprise when it brushed his face, before cupping his cheek. His hold was hard, only there to tip Percy’s face this way and that so he could more accessibly shove his tongue down Percy’s throat. Percy found himself vaguely surprised at how good of a kisser Jason had turned out to be. While he put a certain amount of faith in natural talent, Percy was convinced that Jason, for all his blushing good boy act, must have had some experience with somebody at some point. Somebody had evidently taught this guy how to kiss the hell out of somebody.

   It wasn’t more than a few minutes before they were coming, thick, warm and sticky between them, glueing them together all the more. Neither of them paid the mess any mind, continuing to rock against one another languidly, their slippery cocks pulsing faintly and sliding smoothly over one another as they softened steadily. Their kisses took on a lazier, more comfortable edge, less rushed and heated now they had time to spare.

   When they finally managed to pry themselves apart and stepped away from each other all of two feet, they took turns under the shower head letting the water rinse away the evidence of Jason’s morning routine. They indulged in a final hasty rub down with fresh soap for hygiene’s sake, before Jason turned off the water at last.

   Percy stepped out of the stall first, shook open a towel from the bench and wrapped it around his waist, before offering one to Jason. Percy watched him cover himself, the towel sitting attractively low on his hips, and the flex in his bicep when he combed his fingers back through his hair.

   “You know, I can almost see why you bother getting up so early now,” smiled Percy. “Who knew it would be worth it?”

   “Well, I’ve got nowhere to be,” smirked Jason, and jerked his head back toward the stall behind him cockily. “Wanna go again?”

   Percy chuckled and slid his fingers into the top of Jason’s towel, pulling him in closer with a salacious grin. “Oh, you lookin’ for a little lather, rinse, repeat action?”

   Jason grinned at him slowly, flashing dazzlingly white teeth, the motion drawing Percy’s attention effortlessly to his mouth.

   “You gonna get all romantic about it again, Romeo?” teased Percy playfully, puckering his lips and making theatrical kissy noises.

   Jason flushed, and his lips twisted sulkily. He rolled his eyes stubbornly. “It was just kissing. Don’t make it a big deal.”

   ‘So easy.’ Percy grinned widely with a quiet snicker. “Does that mean you don’t want to stick your tongue in my mouth anymore?”

   Before Jason could argue that he would absolutely like to stick his tongue in Percy’s mouth some more, the bathroom door banged open with a sound like canon fire, making both boys jump out of their skin in shock, having almost forgotten they weren’t alone aboard the ship and the morning was wearing on. Coach Hedge came around the corner in a bustle of activity, just as Percy retracted his fingers hastily from the front of Jason’s towel. Percy swallowed his shock quite comfortably, giving nothing away in his expression or body language, but Jason still looked notably rattled by the sudden intrusion. He stared wide eyed at the Satyr as he dumped his things on the end of the bench on Percy’s other side, paying the boys little mind.

   He only nodded to them in greeting as he began stripping off, which at least made Jason tear his deer-in-headlights stare away from him pretty quickly.

   “Good men,” he commended gruffly, turning toward the first shower stall as naked as the day he was born. “Glad to see everyone bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Big day boys! Got to be in top form when we get to Rome!”

   “You got it, Coach,” agreed Percy, as he and Jason awkwardly inspected the ceiling as they heard the shower turn on full blast.

   Hedge shuddered under the warm water, raking his hands back through his hair as he wet his face with a deep bleat of satisfaction.

   “That’s the ticket,” he sighed. “Best way to start the day.”

   Percy was only half listening to him as started to gather his things in aid of a hasty exit.

   “A hot shower in the morning gets the blood pumping, that’s what I always say!” Hedge continued, lifting an arm to scrub at his pit cheerfully.

   Percy looked up, delight spreading slowly over his face as he met Jason’s eyes. Jason’s face fell and he flushed deeply. Percy could imagine Coach Hedge telling Jason the same things every morning they met in the shower. Jason had his routine, and Hedge had his. Jason shook his head sharply, warning Percy not to mess around after an already close call with the Satyr. Percy had never been particularly good at respecting authority anyway.

   “Couldn’t agree more, Coach,” grinned Percy widely, calling cheerfully to be heard over the sound of the water. “Jason thinks so too, don’t you, Jason?”

   Jason grabbed Percy by the wrist tightly and dragged him swiftly behind him and out of the room. Percy let himself be yanked down the corridor behind Jason, laughing brightly as he watched the muscles in Jason’s back tighten in annoyance and his ears turn red. They’d left all their clothes behind but Jason either hadn’t noticed or was simply unwilling to risk giving Percy any more time to push his buttons in front of the only real authority figure onboard. Percy didn’t mind; it wasn’t like they didn’t have more clothes back in their rooms.

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   Percy sighed and wiped his slick fingers off on the bedsheets absentmindedly. He sat on the edge of his bed, legs stretched out in front of him, and rolled his neck, stretching out his shoulders. His morning had started out fantastically with ambushing Jason in the shower, but it had been a long day since then trying to keep his hands to himself.

   The atmosphere between them had been decisively more charged that day than any other, with sparks practically flying every time their eyes locked. They’d kept gravitating back towards one another whenever the opportunity to be in the same room presented itself; minds lingering on what’d been going on between them over the last few days, and all the other things they could get up to next time they could find ten minutes alone together.

   Regrettably, the opportunity had failed to present itself up till now, and Percy’s poor dick had been left to swell up eagerly on and off throughout the day with building anticipation of their next rendezvous because, at some point, it had become a given that there would be a next time. His dick had been going to half-mast whenever he’d felt Jason’s eyes on him for too long, or watched Jason roll his jaw one too many times – a dead give away that the blond was distracted in his own head, and as of late, Percy knew exactly what was on the son of Jupiter’s mind.

   Percy’s duties for the day had ended a while ago but in a spectacular stroke of misfortune, Jason had been assigned monster watch with Hazel and would only be due to clock off around now. Percy had been hoping for some sort of signal from the blond before now that his presence in Jason’s cabin would be welcome tonight after his shift. There hadn’t been any definitive invitation, but Percy was an optimist and was banking on a warm reception nonetheless. That was the only reason he’d kept his clothes on while he edged himself. He’d had to force himself to take a breather or else he’d run the risk of finishing up before Jason even got a look in.

   Percy figured he’d take a cool off period and wait until he could be sure Jason would be back in his cabin and the hall would likely be clear, and then he’d make the trip over there like he’d done once before. The memory of his last night in Jason’s cabin had his toes curling in his sneakers and his stiff dick pressing against his jeans for further attention. Percy grunted at himself quietly, turning his face away from his crotch entirely. His dick was such an attention whore.

   He only looked back around when he heard his cabin door opening. Jason hadn’t bothered to knock, Percy supposed they just didn’t do that with each other anymore. Like he’d told Jason before, what was the point in knocking if Jason had already seen everything Percy was working with. It seemed impossible at this point for Jason to catch Percy doing anything that would ever embarrass Percy.

   Jason rolled into the room like thunder, pushing the door closed carelessly behind him, with his eyes focused on Percy the whole time.

   “Breaking curfew?” teased Percy, in lieu of a proper welcome. “How daring.”

   Jason wasted no time with words and marched straight over to Percy. His momentum carried him forward so far and so fast, he wound up throwing a knee up against the edge of the mattress beside Percy just to stop himself bowling Percy over entirely. He cupped Percy’s head under the ear, tipping his head back roughly before planting a firm, wet kiss on his lips.

   Percy hummed, satisfied, and kissed him back just as eagerly, catching one hand in the front of Jason’s shirt, just in case Jason had any crazy ideas about going anywhere anytime soon. Excitement had sprung up quite suddenly and powerfully in Percy’s gut, leaving him wondering absently if Leo had slipped some butterflies into his dinner as a prank. He’d been more than ready to sneak into Jason’s room, but Percy was never one to turn down the luxury of room service. It satisfied something in him to know that Jason had been waiting for his opportunity just as impatiently as Percy had.

   When Jason broke the kiss and his blue eyes opened to stare just as intently as before, Percy grinned at him widely and wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

   “Does breaking the rules turn you on?”

   Jason snorted and kissed him quickly again. “You turn me on.” His fingers squeezed lightly on the back of Percy’s neck, where his hand still cupped Percy’s head. “Now take your clothes off.”

   That was one of Percy’s all time favourite orders, right up there with “Now, spread”, and he certainly didn’t need to be told twice. In little over a minute, they’d both stripped down completely, and Jason had pressed Percy down into the sheets on his back. He had Percy’s hands pinned by his head in a show of dominance, though the old romantic had clasped their fingers too. Jason paused briefly with only inches between them, just close enough for Percy to feel the heat radiating off him. Anticipatory goosebumps prickled over Percy’s skin and across his chest, turning his nipples into hard nubs before he’d even been touched.

   Jason must’ve found whatever he’d been looking for in Percy’s face, because a slow, secretive smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. Cocky never looked so good. Or so blond.

   “Been waiting long?” he asked, before dipping his head and licking over Percy’s bottom lip and back into his mouth in a languid kiss.

   Percy huffed a light laugh against his lips as Jason pulled back and tilted his head to the side to nip at Percy under his jaw. Percy tipped his head back obligingly as he answered.

   “Are you kidding me? I’ve been entertaining myself since the minute I clocked off.”

   Jason groaned deeply, bumping his nose affectionately under Percy’s ear. “I knew you would be.” He licked a wet stripe up along the side of Percy’s throat slowly, flicking the tip of his tongue against his jaw when he reached the top.

   “Were you imagining it?” asked Percy quietly, sliding his hands up over Jason’s waist. He turned his face in to whisper by Jason’s ear. “Did it make you horny while you were up there protecting us?”

   Percy didn’t know if it was what he’d said, or if it was the way he dragged his nails lightly up Jason’s ribs that made Jason moan like that, but he’d definitely be doing both again at some point. Jason nipped at Percy’s collarbone, running his hands all over Percy eagerly. The tip of his cock kept grazing tantalizingly over Percy’s abdomen as he moved.

   “Piper and Annabeth were late coming to switch with us,” grunted Jason, in between the kisses he was scattering over Percy’s neck and shoulders. “Only just handed the watch over to them there.”

   “And you came straight to see me?” Percy batted his eyelashes. “I’m flattered.”

   Percy reached down blindly between them and smoothly took hold of Jason’s dick. He moved his wrist in measured, firm strokes that had Jason’s eyelids fluttering and his jaw popping as he swallowed a gravelly sound of want. Jason’s thick shaft was just as hard as Percy’s – a good thing too because Percy really didn’t feel patient enough tonight for excessive foreplay.

   Jason locked eyes with him again. Percy didn’t know who leaned in first, just that they were suddenly locked in a clash of tongue and teeth again. Jason kissed him hard while his hips rolled into Percy’s fist and his hands blindly pushed Percy’s thighs apart, hiking them up on either side of his own hips. Percy sucked hard on his tongue as Jason withdrew, moving back to that particular spot at the base of his throat that never failed to make Percy’s dick twitch.

   Percy bit his lip around a grin. He was a little impressed with the son of Jupiter. In only a few brief encounters he’d managed to pin down every weakness Percy had and learned how to exploit them in the best ways. Of course, Percy had Jason’s weak spots pegged from the get-go – but not everyone could be as talented as Percy. To satisfy his own ego, Percy raked his nails down the back of Jason’s neck and along the back of his shoulder, pleased to feel Jason shudder under his fingertips as expected.

   Jason hovered over him, staring down at Percy’s face, looking a little dizzy and borderline cross-eyed with the way Percy was twisting his wrist around his dick.

   “Do you want to – Can we –” Jason let out in a rush before entirely running out of air.

   Percy lifted his head off the pillow and licked up Jason’s throat languidly, giving Jason ample time to order his thoughts. He felt Jason’s throat move under his tongue as the blond swallowed before trying again. The pinch of teeth around his earlobe seemed to finally knock the words out of Jason’s throat.

   “Can I fuck you?”

   Percy grinned sharply against his ear. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

   Which wasn’t a lie. It had dominated Percy’s thoughts as he’d edged himself earlier, thinking extensively about Jason fucking him. Jason breathed a soft curse on his exhale and pressed a thumb into the crease between Percy’s pelvis and thigh, tracing the line down past his dick, opting instead to cup his balls. Percy’s toes curled at the unexpected contact, and he shivered eagerly when Jason’s hand gave his balls a light squeeze and a tug. He hooked his heels over Jason’s calves and let his knees fall further apart.

   Jason let his sack go and pressed two fingers against his perineum, sliding his way down between Percy’s cheeks, blindly feeling his way to Percy’s entrance. Percy felt the blunt pads of two digits rub over his hole, pause, and then retract. He stared up at Jason, balancing sudden confusion and disappointment.

   Jason looked at his fingertips in mild surprise and rubbed them together with his thumb experimentally. He blinked at Percy, eyebrows raised. “Are you lubed?”

   “Told you I’d kept myself busy,” smirked Percy with a shrug.

   Jason bit his lip and groaned appreciatively. “It’s so hot when people do the legwork before game time.”

   Percy barely had time to laugh before Jason’s tongue was making its way back into his mouth. His fingers reappeared at Percy’s hole, rubbing around the opening briefly before pressing inside. The ease with which his digits slipped in had Jason moaning into Percy’s mouth again, and his cock pressed eagerly against Percy’s stomach, rubbing back and forth. Percy was pretty sure they were both perfectly aware that there was no need for Jason to do any further prep; Percy was opened up enough for even Jason’s generous girth. But it felt good having Jason’s fingers inside him, so he certainly wasn’t going to complain. He half suspected Jason was teasing himself with having to wait.

   Regardless of whether Jason didn’t know the ins and outs of thorough prep, or if he knew enough to tell that Percy didn’t need anything more done, he removed his fingers quickly enough and repositioned himself between Percy’s thighs readily. Jason grabbed his cock and pumped it a few times roughly with his eyes locked on Percy’s ass.

   Percy dug his hand around in the bunched-up bedsheet he’d hastily shoved aside that morning until his fingers closed around the small bottle he was looking for. He clicked his fingers for attention and wiggled the bottle at Jason.

   “Hey, hey – Grease up, Grease Lightning.”

   “Oh, right, yeah,” mumbled Jason distractedly.

   He took the bottle from Percy and popped the plastic cap off with his thumb before upending it over his dick and squeezing way too hard. Half the remaining contents shot out of the bottle in an audible squirt. Percy had to cover his snicker with a hand. The sudden discharge did seem to take Jason by surprise and after reflexively cupping his free hand under his dick to catch as much as possible he was left kneeling there staring owlishly at the excess lube dripping off his shaft and pooling in his hand as he realised his overzealous mistake.

   He looked around for a beat before shrugging to himself with a weary, inconvenienced frown and tossed the bottle aside, back into the sheets shoved up against the wall. He dipped his fingers into the ridiculous puddle of lube in his other palm and slathered it over his cock generously. Again, Jason looked around blankly for a beat before shaking his head to himself impatiently. He settled for shaking his hand off over the edge of the bed, letting a heavy dollop of lube splatter onto the floor of Percy’s cabin, inspected his slick palms in distaste for a beat and finally tried to wipe them off on his own chest.

   It would have been more effective had he still been wearing a shirt. Instead, he wound up with a very shiny torso and still incredibly slick hands. Percy was practically vibrating with giggles by the time Jason shuffled back into position between his thighs, wiping some of the excess lube off on Percy’s ass cheeks to top him off as well.

   “You’re an idiot,” laughed Percy, eyes crinkled brightly. “What’d you squeeze so hard for?”

   Jason looked fractionally embarrassed, but a grin was slowly spreading on his face too. He shrugged one shoulder petulantly. “Horny.”

   “Yeah, okay,” snorted Percy as he sat up. “C’mon, I’ll drive.” He pushed at Jason’s shoulders until the blond got with the program and lay down in Percy’s place. “You just lay down and try not to hurt yourself.”

   Jason grunted at the jibe, but let Percy straddle his hips easily enough, taking a beat to wipe his hands off a touch more effectively on the mattress while Percy got himself situated. Once his hands were mostly lube-free, he settled them comfortably just above Percy’s knees, ready to offer extra support to keep Percy balanced. Sweet, but totally unnecessary in Percy’s book. It wasn’t his first rodeo.

   Percy held Jason’s shaft ready, slotting himself gracefully into alignment. He pressed down, slow and steady, sinking down to about halfway on Jason’s cock and held himself there. Jason’s eyes fluttered closed, and his breath left him in a rush.

   He groaned deeply. “Holy shit.”

   Percy had to agree with the sentiment. It had been a while since the last time he’d been fucked, and he’d missed how good and full it felt. When Jason’s eyes opened again a moment later, they fell immediately between Percy’s legs, staring at where his cock disappeared inside Percy. After drinking in the sight fully, he looked up to Percy’s face, which was just as flushed and eager as his own. Percy’s lips were shiny and bitten, parted just enough to let out his soft, shallow breaths, the movement visible in his flat chest. The whole picture of the thing was nearly enough to overload Jason entirely.

   Jason’s fingers twitched minutely against his thighs as Percy began to rock himself experimentally on Jason’s cock. Jason inhaled sharply through his nose as he stared openly at his slippery cock sliding in and out of Percy. Jason, perhaps unconsciously, began to mimic Percy’s movements, rocking his hips subtly upwards, maintaining the slow and shallow rhythm Percy had set, but making him a slightly more active participant. He bit his lip silently, acutely aware of the wet, searing heat of Percy’s smooth, slippery walls.

   Percy licked his lips as he rolled himself steadily on his first few inches of Jason. He could feel the bulbous ridge of the head of Jason’s cock, and every contour of his shaft sliding against his insides very keenly. Percy was never more aware of his own insides than when he had a nice filling cock inside him. The light sheen of lube smeared over Jason’s chest and stomach glistened under the cabin lights, accentuating the subtle flex of the tight muscles caused by the muted movement of Jason’s hips, providing Percy with a tantalising distraction from the familiar strain in his thighs from holding himself up in an awkward position.

   Jason ran his hands up Percy’s sides, around to the small of his back and pulled until Percy took the hint and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the pillow and against the headboard of his bunk. He continued to roll himself on Jason’s cock, accounting for the difficulty of the new angle and sank down a couple more inches. Jason busied himself planting kisses all over Percy’s ribs. He licked up and over Percy’s chest, catching his nipple between his teeth playfully. Percy’s toes curled in the bedsheets and his stomach fluttered under Jason’s lips.

   Jason’s fingers pressed into Percy’s back bluntly, dragging all the way down to his backside. He grabbed Percy by the ass enthusiastically, rolling the flesh and squeezing firmly. After a graze of teeth at his collarbone, Percy felt Jason’s breath warm and wet against the base of his neck and his low voice rumbled right through Percy.

   “Try a little more.”

   It wasn’t quite a question, and not quite an order either. It was just breathless, hungry, and wanting. Percy could relate to that, so he was more than happy to oblige. He leaned back a little more, staying bent over Jason, but allowing his lower half into more of a seated position to close the remaining gap between their hips. Percy swallowed the last few inches, almost startled to feel the heated skin of Jason’s upper thighs against his rear. Jason had shifted his hold to Percy’s hipbones to help press him down fully until he was balls deep in Percy’s ass.

   Percy grinned breathlessly, finally knowing how it felt to have Jason’s entire length buried inside him. He gave a pleased roll of his hips, grinding their hips together, and gasped sharply when the tip of Jason’s cock suddenly shifted and brushed against his prostate, taking him by surprise. He clenched up reflexively, clamping down around Jason’s shaft so tightly his thighs trembled.

   “Holy FU–” Jason choked on his startled curse, only just managing to swallow it with a throaty groan. His eyes rolled a little as he exhaled dizzily. “Oh my go–”

   Percy smothered him with a hand held tightly over his mouth and a decisive shush. “None of that, please.” He bristled, slowly working on relaxing his hold on Jason’s mouth and cock to a less crushing degree. He cocked a brow pointedly at the blond. “We don’t want that lot sticking their noses into this, do we?”

   Jason’s eyes went wide, and he nodded against Percy’s slackening palm. When the hand dropped, he exhaled calmly and agreed. “Good call. But fuck, you’re squeezing the shit outta me.”

   Percy bit his tongue around a giggle and wiggled his hips teasingly. “I can always stop if you want?”

   Jason moaned, sounding wounded, and shook his head insistently. He pressed his hips up against Percy and rocked into him deeply. “No, definitely don’t stop.”

   He inclined his head, seeking attention. Percy indulged him happily, leaning forward to kiss him eagerly. Jason’s hands stayed on his hips, coaxing Percy’s rhythm to quicken, as if Percy didn’t know what he was doing. Percy tugged on his hair as they kissed, enjoying the sounds Jason made right before rocking up into Percy harder than before.

   As much as Percy liked the taste of Jason’s mouth, he wasn’t willing to sacrifice a good ride indefinitely, and trading spit unfortunately just created too awkward of an angle to get a proper bounce going. Percy sat up fully on Jason’s hips and began to properly lift himself up on Jason’s shaft, indulging in the drag of every inch against his rim and the way his insides parted so readily on every inward thrust to accommodate Jason’s cock.

   In the back of his mind, Percy was aware of the gravity of this situation they’d entered into when Jason came to his cabin. This was the moment that all those other little incidents between them had been building up to. All that delicious, torturous tension was finally paying off, and now they were free to reap the rewards and enjoy each other to the fullest extent.

   Percy was glad they’d had the luck to fall into his bed for their first genuine round of mind-blowing sex, because unlike Jason he’d had the brains to pack the gaps in the wooden frame of his bed with rolled up socks and other bits and bobs so even rigorous movements didn’t have the bedframe rattling noisily against the wall and floor. He’d even jammed a thin book under the one leg that was a little shorter than the rest to stop it thumping against the floor every time he rolled over.

   It wasn’t totally silent in the way a fix from Leo might’ve been, but jamming socks down the side of his bed didn’t require any awkward explanations or insinuations about why a noisy bed might be undesirable for a teenage boy who’s surrounded by other very attractive teenage boys. While the bedframe was now modified enough to not disturb Hazel next door, there was still the definitive smacking of skin on skin, which – unfortunately – there was little to be done about because neither Percy nor Jason were the least bit interested in slowing down a notch, and all their excess energy was currently going into heavy grunting as they attempted to actively fuck each other’s brains out.

   Things were heating up quickly. Jason arched up a little more with every notch Percy tightened up around him as he ground down onto Jason mercilessly. At some point it had become a feedback loop, with Percy reflexively clenching and shuddering on his cock whenever Jason thrust up into him harder and deeper than before, and Jason in turn thrusting up into him rougher still the more Percy squirmed on top of him.

   Eventually Percy became aware of how his toes were barely brushing the sheets and glanced down to find that Jason had been arching his back so much, that his back had now left the mattress entirely and he was holding a new and very athletic position, similar to a crab stand. Only his shoulders and feet were still pressed heavily into the mattress, while his back, buttocks, and legs were raised up in the air in an arch, with Percy sitting comfortably across Jason’s hips, with the blond fully supporting his weight. Jason had his arms braced against the headboard for extra support.

   The awareness of Jason supporting his whole weight like that had Percy’s cock drooling precum all on its own. Percy had always found strong guys particularly hot. Without even realising it, Percy had braced himself against the now fully within reach rafters above his bunk, leveraging himself up and down on Jason’s cock by way of pull-up once Jason’s hips had gotten too far off the mattress for him to push himself up on his knees like normal. Percy was glad at least to know he’d kept up with Jason’s show of athleticism.

   Jason thrust up sharply with a ragged grunt of exertion, stabbing his cock in deeply right against Percy’s prostate. Percy gasped breathlessly and dug his nails into the rafter above his head as he instinctively tired to jolt up and away from the sudden intense burst of pleasure sparking up through his core. He didn’t get much of a reprieve before Jason’s hands were back on his hips, pulling him right back down deeply on his cock, not letting him go anywhere. Jason ground into him punishingly deeply giving Percy no time to recover.

   Percy threw his head back with a long, whining keen, throat bobbing as he circled his hips just as eager and wanton. With some degree of effort, Percy tipped his head forward again and took Jason in with fresh eyes. Jason’s expression was somewhat strained, jaw set tightly with exertion and arousal, with a thin sheen of sweat breaking out over his features from the sheer physicality of everything he was doing. His blond hair was looking attractively wild, and his eyes – they’d turned such a deep, dark shade of blue, staring with great focus, positively eating Percy up from his bobbing cock to his debauched expression. Like Percy, Jason was evidently savouring every second of this.

   Percy shivered in delight at the hungry expression on Jason’s face, even as the muscles in his thighs threatened to cramp up. He’d never say he felt overwhelmed – please – but maybe something…adjacent to overwhelmed. He caught a flash of Jason’s teeth as he bucked up into him with a bit of effort, as Jason hissed through his teeth sounding strained and breathless.

   “Go faster,” grunted Jason, in between sharp, shallow breaths.

   Percy gasped out a laugh in disbelief. How could this guy possibly want more? He was insatiable. Percy’s hair was soaked with sweat, hanging damply over his eyes as he peered down at Jason. Behind the dark strands and under the shadow of the rafters, his green eyes glowed almost neon, captivating Jason effortlessly.

   “You can set the pace when you’re in the driving seat, okay buddy?” laughed Percy lightly.

   A sharp grin curled the corners of Jason’s mouth, and his eyes sparked brightly.

   “Deal,” he growled deeply.

   Jason dropped all at once back down to the mattress, holding Percy steady against his hips and cushioning him carefully so he didn’t get knocked around by the impact, before immediately pushing Percy off to the side and onto the bed. Percy yelped in shock as he felt Jason’s cock pull out of him all at once. In a dizzying flurry of motion, Percy found himself suddenly on flat out on his bed on his front, with Jason disappearing out of his peripheral vision.

   Strong hands closed suddenly around his hips, lifting and dragging him roughly into position in the centre of the mattress, before moving to his inner thighs to push them apart, seemingly uncaring if Percy lifted his ass up off the bed or not. Percy barely registered the blunt head of Jason’s slick cock against his tender hole before Jason was forcing every last inch of himself back into Percy in one fluid motion. Percy whined at the intrusion in an enjoyably needy way, biting his lip and clinging to his pillow for support at the sudden reappearance of all that pressure filling him and pressing on his guts.

   Percy laughed, into his pillow, still feeling a little stunned and dizzy as he tried to reorient himself in the new position. Jason didn’t wait around for him to catch up, however, and immediately hit the ground running, picking his almost brutal pace right up where he’d left off; only now he had a stronger vantage point to really drive into Percy like a freight train. Percy braced an arm in front of his face against the headboard to stop Jason literally fucking him through it and moaned desperately into his pillow, dampening it with drool as Jason rocked into him powerfully, balls slapping up against the back of Percy’s. Sure, thought Percy giddily. If Jason wanted to drive for a bit, this was fine.

   “Oh, shit,” gasped Percy wantonly. “Yeah – Jason!”

   Jason thrust into him with single-minded purpose, hard and fast. He didn’t seem interested in wasting much energy on words, but eventually grunted “You gonna finish what you started, or what?”

   Percy blinked owlishly at the headboard in front of him, genuinely unsure what Jason was talking about, while the blond continued to hammer into him from behind. It was only after he felt Jason tap two fingers against his hip, right along the V of his muscles that he made the connection. Jason wanted him to finish getting himself off. Percy had to hand it to him; first with coming to Percy’s room to bang one out, now with encouraging Percy to jerk off fervently – Jason was really hitting it out the park on the whole idea front tonight.

   Percy wiggled his hips a couple inches up off the mattress – made no easier by Jason actively trying to nail him down into the mattress with his dick – and wedged an arm in under his belly until he was able to grab hold of his leaking cock. Raising his hips off the mattress came with the consequence of having to push his face further into the pillow, which sucked for airflow, but was probably better for muffling his moans enough to not traumatise any friends that might have otherwise heard him through the wall. Not that Percy couldn’t have kept a lid on his voice, but he just liked having the freedom to let it out at least a little when somebody was doing as good a job of rearranging his insides as Jason was.

   Percy tugged on his cock, rough and urgent, as he listened to Jason’s attempts to stifle his own heavy grunts. He still hadn’t mastered the silent fuck, but he was beginning to show improvement. And if Hedge or anybody else happened to hear a little heavy panting from his cabin tonight, Percy would take that hit and let them all think he was jerking off loudly with pride to save Jason’s otherwise pristine reputation.

   When Jason came, he emptied himself inside Percy. He didn’t ask and Percy didn’t tell him off. If he would have asked, Percy felt there was a good chance he might’ve begged Jason to come inside him anyway. The only fuller feeling than a nicely proportioned cock up one’s ass, is a nicely proportioned cock and a fresh load of hot come up one’s ass, as far as Percy was concerned. Percy came over his own hand, spilling over his fingers and onto the sheets. He stroked himself sluggishly as he panted through the high and listened to the thunder dying in his ears until he could hear Jason’s heavy breaths behind him again.

   Percy turned his face to the side, feeling the pillow stick to his cheek where he’d left it damp with his own spit, and flopped down boneless and heavy on the mattress once Jason had fully and carefully extracted his softening cock. He was dimly aware of Jason leaning over his shoulder to get a look at his face curiously.

   Percy exhaled heavily with a smile. “Whew. That was…”

   “Pretty great, huh?” Jason supplied playfully, with the cutest grin spreading proudly across his face. He pressed a quick kiss to Percy’s cheek before rolling to the side heavily to stare up at the rafters.

   “Yeah,” laughed Percy brightly, turning into the pillow a fraction to disguise his smile. “Pretty great.”

   The single bed didn’t leave much room to spread out side by side, but they managed to find enough space, not minding where their legs tangled, or how their shoulders pressed up closely together. They took their time catching their breath and let their cramping muscles unwind completely. The atmosphere had turned calm and quiet and deeply comfortable. It was so easy to lay down together and just enjoy the company and much needed moment of peace. Percy could feel Jason’s fingers up against his own, and blindly felt his way to slipping his hand into Jason’s, not quite ready for him to go anywhere just yet. Their fingers knotted so loosely and comfortably that it could’ve happened entirely accidentally.

   And then the PA system crackled to life and Leo’s voice rang out loud and clear throughout the ship.

   “Romans, countrymen, bloodthirsty satyrs, this is dread pirate Valdez coming to you live from about twenty klicks off the coast of Italy. We’re expecting to hit Rome within the hour, and the weather is looking both hot and sticky, so look forward to that – along with all those monsters just waiting to turn us into chew toys. If everyone could please make their way in an orderly fashion to the deck, we can get this show on the road. Dread pirate Valdez, out.”

   Percy watched the change in Jason’s face during the announcement; the easy bliss melting off his features to be replaced by fresh tension. Percy felt the same answering knot of responsibility settle back into its old familiar place in his gut.

   They didn’t waste time on petty platitudes, and simply hauled themselves quickly out of bed and onto their feet, trying to ignore that their legs still felt like jelly. Percy nearly hit the deck ahead of schedule when his heel slipped on the enormous pile of lube he’d forgotten Jason had so rudely dumped on his floor, but the blond made up for his stupidity by grabbing Percy around the bicep and steadying him until he could get his foot underneath him again. At least he hadn’t dropped half a tonne of lube on any of Percy’s clothes.

   They dressed quickly, tossing each other’s gear to one another. They hastily tried to flatten down their hair before shrugging at each other and giving up. They were headed into a battle for Olympus, not a beauty pageant. Jason grabbed up the gladius he’d discarded by the door on his way in, gripping it tightly as he stepped out into the hallway. Percy followed him after slipping a hand into his pocket and finding the comforting plastic of Riptide’s disguised form.

   They could see other crew members hustling out of rooms further down the corridor and up the steps to the deck. Frank caught sight of them on his way out of the mess hall and nodded at them in acknowledgement.

   “Looks like it’s about to get busy,” he shrugged half-heartedly, trying to cover his own trepidation, before turning towards the stairs.

   “Speak for yourself,” muttered Percy slyly out the corner of his mouth to Jason. He wiggled his eyebrows. “Some of us have already gotten plenty busy.”

   Jason gave him a swift punch in the kidney for his trouble and pushed Percy out in front of him, marching him down the hall. But he laughed heartily and never actually told Percy to shut up.

   So. Progress.

Chapter Text

   The chamber rumbled. Another stela crashed to the floor and shattered.

   “The House of Hades is unstable,” Hecate said. “Leave now. We shall meet again.”

   The goddess dissolved. The Mist evaporated.

   “She’s friendly,” Percy grumbled.

   The others turned toward him and Annabeth, as if just realising they were there.

   “Dude!” Grinned Jason, face lighting up with relief and delight to see him. “You made it!” He closed the distance between them and gave Percy a big wet kiss right on the lips.

   Percy barely batted an eye. He returned the wide grin cheerfully, like Jason was the best thing he’d seen in seventeen days. And given that he’d spent those days in Tartarus, that was definitely the case. “Hi.”

   The rest of the crew had fallen short on the welcome wagon, staring on with raised eyebrows all over the place. Annabeth was the only one who didn’t look terribly surprised, turning her head aside to hide her quiet smirk.

   “Do we all get kisses, or is that just a you guys thing?” asked Leo.

   “Depends if you can kiss as well as Jason,” shrugged Percy.

   Jason refused to wilt in front of an audience, but he did turn a very light shade of pink. Percy had missed that. He slapped Jason’s ass just because he could. Because it was there, and now Percy was there too. And everything started to feel a little closer to alright again.