and percy thinks about how tired he is of doing what's expected of him - being a pawn on a chess board, running errands for the gods, giving up annabeth by being here and following this stupid city's rules - and he thinks about how nico is right here in front of him and how nico doesn't care about the fact that percy can't promise him anything. ( for once in his life, he's working on not making empty promises. ) he hates himself for it a little ( in the same way he'd hated hearing annabeth say his name with fear in it in tartarus ) but it doesn't stop him because people are counting on him, and annabeth isn't here.
she's not here.
nico is.
he does what he does best and he stops thinking. percy grabs nico by the collar of his shirt and drags him in for a kiss, still leaning back on one arm to support his weight. it's not a bright idea, not when he's in nothing but a white shirt and a pair of black boxers. ( if he were still thinking, he'd remind himself it's okay because there's a comforter between them. ) if nico doesn't pull away from him or brace a hand on percy's chest to put a halt to it, then he's letting go of his tight hold on his resolve. this time, he doesn't crush their mouths together ravenously. it's unhurried because he's not planning on running away. ]
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and percy thinks about how tired he is of doing what's expected of him - being a pawn on a chess board, running errands for the gods, giving up annabeth by being here and following this stupid city's rules - and he thinks about how nico is right here in front of him and how nico doesn't care about the fact that percy can't promise him anything. ( for once in his life, he's working on not making empty promises. ) he hates himself for it a little ( in the same way he'd hated hearing annabeth say his name with fear in it in tartarus ) but it doesn't stop him because people are counting on him, and annabeth isn't here.
she's not here.
nico is.
he does what he does best and he stops thinking. percy grabs nico by the collar of his shirt and drags him in for a kiss, still leaning back on one arm to support his weight. it's not a bright idea, not when he's in nothing but a white shirt and a pair of black boxers. ( if he were still thinking, he'd remind himself it's okay because there's a comforter between them. ) if nico doesn't pull away from him or brace a hand on percy's chest to put a halt to it, then he's letting go of his tight hold on his resolve. this time, he doesn't crush their mouths together ravenously. it's unhurried because he's not planning on running away. ]