[ and he'll press a quick kiss to will's shoulder, letting him know he'll be the next room over before throwing on some pajama pants and stepping into a shadow. he emerges in percy's room where he peers at percy before slowly drawing near. when he's close enough, he rests a hand atop the bedding of percy's bed but doesn't make a move to join him. ]
Actual insomnia, or...? Because if you're really having trouble sleeping, you know I can put you to sleep.
[ or what? he wonders. he has a vague idea but he's not confident enough to voice it. his room's changed since the last time Nico's been inside of it. books are moved ( or returned to the library ), research papers have been boxed up in the corner. Daedalus' laptop is still on the desk but he hasn't opened it once. he's propped up on the pillows ( as much as he can be without committing to sitting up ), phone in hand, when Nico shadows into the room.
he raises an eyebrow, then reaches for the same corner of his comforter that Nico is touching. he throws it back, leaving the choice to sit or not open. ]
[ for a second or two, he hesitates. this is different from cuddling on the couch. this is percy's bed. the one he shared with annabeth. and though he can tell that percy is moving on, given the way her belongings are slowly being packed away, he wonders if it's really okay to just... slide into percy's bed.
the temptation is too strong to ignore, though, and he's soon sliding in next to percy. the bed is warm, comfortable even, and different from the one he shares with will. he tries not to think about it too much as he draws his knees to his chest. ]
It doesn't really work that way. I mean, sometimes I can go to sleep and navigate to other people's dreams, but I have to have permission to do that here. Otherwise, I can't really just... make myself sleep.
[ he's trying to not be sad all the time. Nico's right. he has an incentive to reach and if he wants to make Silena's presence permanent, or Luke's, then he has to be able to go out and hold some hands. seeing Annabeth's stuff everywhere, going through it, well, he's not getting anywhere like that. he figures it's worth a try to set it out of sight, even if the boxes aren't taped up. as if he expects her to show up again any time now. ]
You have mine. I doubt you want to get in my head more than you have to. Lots of weird stuff going on in there. You know how that is. [ he means monsters. ] Not that we have to worry about eavesdropping on our enemies here.
[ gazing at percy for a few seconds, he considers the idea of encroaching on percy's nighttime wanderings. he can't deny that he's quite a bit curious, wonders what percy dreams about, thinks about. might he see himself in those dreams? it wouldn't surprise him, because demigods often dream about each other, but usually in the context of peeking in on what the other is doing. so maybe percy doesn't dream about him. maybe he dreams about annabeth more.
nico plucks at the comforter for a few seconds before looking back up at percy. a wry grin forms on his lips as his shoulders lift and fall in a shrug. ]
It can't be all that bad. At least, I assume it's not full of kelp. [ a beat. ] Does that mean you... want me to, then? Maybe not right now, but, I don't know. Sometime?
Ha, ha. [ so deadpan. ] Usually, it's monsters. Memories. Every once in awhile, you get your regular randomly scheduled appearances from our relatives.
[ he's skeptical about repeating the invitation, if only because there are other dreams. unmentionable ones. suddenly, he feels very self-conscious about Nico walking around in his dreams, seeing all there is to see. ]
Yeah. Why not? If it helps you sleep, I'm okay with it. [ he's shrugging, playing it down, but it's the wry grin that has him tacking on: ] But you can't hold whatever you see in there against me.
[ turning on his side to better regard percy, he watches the way his shoulders rise and fall, much like his own had. being this close to percy is comforting in a way he'd never expected and the fact percy still offers to share his dreams makes something warm rise in his chest.
slowly, almost nervously, he reaches out for one of percy's hands. if he stumbles over something strange or even unmentionable, it's more than likely he'll keep such things to himself. ]
Your dreams can't be any more weird than some of the other stuff we've been through. Anyway, we should find a way to help you get some sleep tonight.
[ he adjusts in bed, sinking into the bed and the pillows. Nico flips onto his side and Percy smiles at him lazily. this isn't so bad. it's camping without the outdoors. how many times has he fallen asleep next to a friend in the wilderness? sure, they've kissed and held hands ( and oh, look, they're doing it again ), that doesn't mean they can't remain friendly.
in bed together.
as friends.
it's just a hand. it's only Nico's hand. he tells himself to get a grip and links their fingers, glad for the company. ]
They're pretty normal for a demigod... and a guy. [ why does he go there? his dreams are about as mortifying as pointing that out. ] I don't know why I said that. Go ahead and pretend I didn't. I'm already getting tired. You can tell by the word avalanche.
[ moving again so that now he's nearly hovering over percy while still allowing him to shift away in case the position makes percy uncomfortable, he returns the lazy smile, albeit a bit more slowly. smiling around percy is harder than it is to smile around other people. he's not sure why. it's almost as if it's revealing himself to percy in some way.
he gives the hand now in his a gentle squeeze. ]
It's okay. I get it. I'm a guy too, remember? [ wryly. ] And you always talk a lot. It's one of the things I've always liked about you.
Gee, thanks. I love it when people tell me I have a big mouth. [ he rolls his eyes all in mock offense, perfectly aware that nico's complimenting him. percy can be counted on for his honesty and that's a good trait even if he happens to say way more than he means to. he's also conscious of nico ( almost ) leaning over him. he plays it down, acts like he's not hyper-aware of the fact that he's never been in bed with anyone but his girlfriend.
[ hey, rolling of the eyes is his trademark. so he frowns lightly instead. his eyes rove over percy's features, briefly pausing at his lips before shifting up again towards percy's eyes. there, they stay, holding percy's gaze. it would be easy to get lost in those eyes, and nico has to consciously make an effort to drag his gaze away. he looks at their joined hands instead. ]
I could. Maybe. If....
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[ sharing is caring? he's trying it on for size. anyway, it's the best he can do with nico's dark eyes on him. is he looking at his mouth? of course he is. percy's words are dragging him there and luring him in. maybe don't draw attention if you don't want him to look at you like that, he chides himself. is that true anymore? does he not want nico to look at him? maybe. maybe he wants to be looked at but without any of the pressure he knows nico probably can't hold back forever.
he props himself up on his elbows slowly to meet nico somewhere in the middle and drags his hand away in the process, if only to support himself better. with nico looking down, it doesn't seem like he's too close. ] ...If?
[ are they going to be sharing a lot of things now? and nico's eyes return to percy again when their hands come apart. percy is closer now that he's propped up and nico can feel a lump forming in his throat. he hold's the son of poseidon's gaze and in his chest, feels that familiar squeeze, like his heart can't decide to slow down or speed up. he wants so much, but doesn't know if he should do anything. it's one thing to have agreed on occasionally helping each other, knowing that percy had liked the kisses between them so far. but it's vastly different when he's lying in bed with the other boy. in the bed that percy is meant to share with annabeth.
self-consciously licking his lips and finding them a bit dry, he wonders how to respond. his original idea of a sarcastic remark seems to have evaporated. ]
[ if he says he doesn't feel something in the air shift, he's lying. nico lifts his gaze and percy thinks about how strikingly handsome he's become over the years. has it always been that way? has it taken percy this long to really open his eyes and see nico in that light? it's like ever since that first kiss he can't stop stealing glances at him when he knows nico isn't paying attention, or thinking about how he'd felt pressed against him. whoa, whoa, whoa! he pumps the brakes on that train of thought, if only because he knows exactly how thin the walls of their bedrooms are.
he watches nico wet his lips and curls his fingers in the sheets to steady himself.
it's dark but not so dark that he can't see. there's a wash of blue light over the room from a starfish-shaped light in the corner of the room but he knows nico could still find his features in the pitch black of night. to him his own heartbeat is the loudest sound in the room. ] Is that what you want?
[ while percy deliberates, watches him, nico never tears his eyes away. he's fallen into that verdant green gaze and simply can't escape. it doesn't help that he's always been attractive to percy's features, always found him devastatingly appealing. puberty had been hell with percy around, which had been part of the reason he spent so much time avoiding the sea's favored son. now able to control some of those urges he'd once had, he can manage to look percy in the eye without fearing the reveal of his feelings. feelings of which percy is already aware.
the moment passes for nico in both an instant and over the span of eternity. he doesn't hold his breath, but when percy does respond, he swallows. if percy's heart is loud to him, nico doesn't hear it. in his own ears is the sound of his breathing and the measured thrumming of his own heart. he doesn't think about will, doesn't think about how thin the walls are, doesn't think about anything but the way percy's mouth moves. ]
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. ]
[ this time, when percy draws him in for the kiss, nico can taste the way percy seems to have accepted this, even wants this in the way of a slow burn. like the son of the sea, nico is acutely aware how little clothes either of them wearing. his own thin pajama pants won't hide much if this continues too far. even the comforter between them will make little difference. but nico doesn't care. percy is kissing him because he wants to kiss him. and nico couldn't be happier.
nico neither lifts a hand nor tries to stop percy. he doesn't pull away but leans in, closer, wanting to presses himself against percy as his lips part. it's silent in the room save for the slow pressing of mouths and in nico's ears, it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. one of his hands reaches out to find percy's jaw, slides along it to curl fingers in the hair at percy's nape. there he holds, almost but not quite desperately. how long will this last, he wonders. before percy changes his mind, before annabeth comes back? how much time will he have with percy before it all comes crashing down as everything always does for him.
he can't let himself think about it much. not when percy's warm mouth is insistently pressed against his own. there's something different this time, at least. as if something in percy has changed and nico wants to explore it more.
eventually a quiet noise escapes him. a little needy and a little low. it's the sound of want. nico wants to pour himself over percy, feel the flame of desire burn through his veins. but that's too fast. keep it slow, he tells himself. keep it natural and let percy guide them however percy wants. ]
he leans in, reaches up and holds on. his touch sends jolts through percy's body. it's the same thrill he gets when he leaps without knowing where to land. in a city that can't offer him adventure, he wants to chase that rush. he releases nico's shirt in favor of trailing his hand down his side to his hip. he doesn't claw at him desperately this time like he's starving for any contact at all. but he does grasp at nico as if he needs something to hold onto. he's not sure what his own intentions are anymore, whether he means to keep him steady and at a comfortable distance or if he wants to put up zero resistance when it comes to nico leaning in. his hand slips ( it's no accident ) down to nico's thigh, then slides back up.
if percy's knuckles catch on the hem of nico's shirt and his palm grazes the bare skin of nico's stomach, or his hip, then he's not going to complain.
not when he's making sounds like that. his open desire encourages percy to keep going, to turn their soft press of lips into open-mouthed kissing. he's done holding himself back. maybe that's the ungodly hour of the night talking, but percy doesn't think twice about tilting his head to the side and trying to catch nico's bottom lip between his own. if the son of hades doesn't pull away for air first, then percy's gently sucking and grazing his teeth light as a feather against his lip.
he does pause after that, eyes open, just to look at nico and absorb the moment. only for a few seconds. ]
[ percy, likewise, tastes like adrenaline and warning and the freshness of the sea. it sits on nico's tongue, exhilarating and breath taking. he could drown alone in just the slow passing of their lips and die quite happy. but then percy is deepening the kiss, their tongues meet, and nico is lost in the thrill of being pressed so close. nico doesn't need percy's hunger or his desperation because the touch is enough to anchor him and make him sink in against the other demigod. the hand at percy's nape slides forward to cup against his neck and nico can feel the thrum of percy's pulse under his palm.
and then percy's hand is on his thigh, brushing warm and callused fingers against the fabric of his pj pants. his breath catches, breath hitching, and he wishes desperately that he had put on shorts instead of the flannel pants that had been within reach. if he'd gone with shorts, he'd be able to feel percy even more. he wants to feel every part of percy. wants to be so close that their bones blend and he can no longer tell himself apart from the son of the sea. then, maybe, nico would feel the completion in his soul that he's always sought.
slowly, though. slowly.
percy's hand moves again and this time, warm skin brushes against the coolness of nico's abdomen. the muscles of his stomach tense under the sensation and he shudders as another noise escapes him. percy has his lower lip caught and all he can do is dig fingers into the bedding at their side as he tries to grasp the enormity of the situation. only, that's hard to do with the blue light of percy's room reflecting off green eyes, making them look like the depths of the sea off the mediterranean coast.
[ right, slowly. they can do slow. so what if they go mindlessly and without brakes in their everyday lives? this is different, percy tells himself, with his hand under nico's shirt. he feels good. he trembles and percy sucks in a breath. he tries not to think of ways to make nico do that again. the contrast of their temperatures and nico's fingers twisting in his blanket are distracting. they chisel away at his resolve. he's not totally inexperienced. if they're not careful, he knows exactly where this is heading. it's part of the reason his hand's sliding back to his own side. he probably hasn't crossed a line ( he's positive nico would tell him if he had ) but he feels like he might.
if nico keeps looking at him like that, and saying his name like percy's stolen all the air from his lungs, he's not sure what will happen next. ]
Yeah? [ he flashes a lopsided smile, equally as goofy as it is mischievous. this is a side of nico he's never seen before. not so reserved. his walls are still up in some places but they're slipping. it's hard to resist the temptation to keep knocking them down, especially once he recognizes the effect he has on nico. ] Too much?
[ definitely the latter. nico feels a bit dazed, still breathless, and he already regrets the hand slipping away from his abdomen. he misses it like he might miss a limb and has to stop himself from reaching out and yanking percy back into a kiss. his resolve had been limited to begin with and it's even weaker now that he's feeling as light-headed as he is. gods, he wants this to head everywhere possible, and nico isn't sure he can stop them if percy doesn't.
and really, in nico's estimation, that doesn't seem like a bad thing. he's willing to give as much of himself to percy as percy wants because he never dreamed this would ever happen. he doubted the likelihood with percy always attached to annabeth's hip. and maybe he should feel a bit guilty about having percy this way when annabeth is gone, but he doesn't care. his mind is filled with the son of the sea and he wants those lips on him again. ]
No- No, I'm... [ he swallows, one hand reaching over to cup percy's cheek as nico gazes at him. without thinking, he licks his lips and misses the taste of percy's. ] Don't stop. Gods, please don't stop.
Wasn't planning on it. [ it sounds overly blunt once he says it out loud. he's not bashful about the admission though, it's only nico in here with him. he has known percy for years and if he's going to make a fool of himself, then at least it won't be the first time. he's afraid of screwing anything up between them but that breathy plea makes him feel pretty brave. reckless. maybe he doesn't have anything else left to lose. has nico always looked at him like he's invincible? he doesn't remember. he recalls the scathing looks, the literal dark shadows that hang around him ( or did back then ) and anything else, he'd assumed had been nico looking through him to get a better look at annabeth.
it seems silly now.
he glances down with nico's hand on his face, debating something, then throws back the blanket and scoots closer. right in front of him. his knee bumps into one of nico's, totally because he's trying to wedge his thigh between both of nico's. it's way more plausible and comfortable if nico lays back, but he's not really an it's impossible! kind of guy, so he tries anyway. there isn't a sliver of his comforter wedged between them now. ( who needs safety nets? ) it occurs to him that he's pressed flush against nico's hip and he's playing with fire here, especially when he's not unaffected by their kisses.
percy mirrors nico, cups the side of his face with his palm and strokes his cheek with his thumb. he's still in love with annabeth and he doubts anything in any universe can change that but this isn't meaningless to him. nico's feelings definitely aren't irrelevant to him. he leans in before he can say something stupid and pretends that the short hum that vibrates against nico's lips isn't coming from him. ]
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nah
i'm good
if you hear a thump i'm trying to figure out where the couch ends and mrs o'leary begins
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don't give me that load of minotaur dung
why did you txt me if you didn't want to talk?
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and you're the one person i know who's usually awake
[ and i'm not in the living room, i'm in bed, alone. ]
i don't want to talk
wouldn't actually turn down the company though
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[ and he'll press a quick kiss to will's shoulder, letting him know he'll be the next room over before throwing on some pajama pants and stepping into a shadow. he emerges in percy's room where he peers at percy before slowly drawing near. when he's close enough, he rests a hand atop the bedding of percy's bed but doesn't make a move to join him. ]
Actual insomnia, or...? Because if you're really having trouble sleeping, you know I can put you to sleep.
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he raises an eyebrow, then reaches for the same corner of his comforter that Nico is touching. he throws it back, leaving the choice to sit or not open. ]
Why not use it to put yourself to sleep?
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the temptation is too strong to ignore, though, and he's soon sliding in next to percy. the bed is warm, comfortable even, and different from the one he shares with will. he tries not to think about it too much as he draws his knees to his chest. ]
It doesn't really work that way. I mean, sometimes I can go to sleep and navigate to other people's dreams, but I have to have permission to do that here. Otherwise, I can't really just... make myself sleep.
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You have mine. I doubt you want to get in my head more than you have to. Lots of weird stuff going on in there. You know how that is. [ he means monsters. ] Not that we have to worry about eavesdropping on our enemies here.
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nico plucks at the comforter for a few seconds before looking back up at percy. a wry grin forms on his lips as his shoulders lift and fall in a shrug. ]
It can't be all that bad. At least, I assume it's not full of kelp. [ a beat. ] Does that mean you... want me to, then? Maybe not right now, but, I don't know. Sometime?
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[ he's skeptical about repeating the invitation, if only because there are other dreams. unmentionable ones. suddenly, he feels very self-conscious about Nico walking around in his dreams, seeing all there is to see. ]
Yeah. Why not? If it helps you sleep, I'm okay with it. [ he's shrugging, playing it down, but it's the wry grin that has him tacking on: ] But you can't hold whatever you see in there against me.
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slowly, almost nervously, he reaches out for one of percy's hands. if he stumbles over something strange or even unmentionable, it's more than likely he'll keep such things to himself. ]
Your dreams can't be any more weird than some of the other stuff we've been through. Anyway, we should find a way to help you get some sleep tonight.
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in bed together.
as friends.
it's just a hand. it's only Nico's hand. he tells himself to get a grip and links their fingers, glad for the company. ]
They're pretty normal for a demigod... and a guy. [ why does he go there? his dreams are about as mortifying as pointing that out. ] I don't know why I said that. Go ahead and pretend I didn't. I'm already getting tired. You can tell by the word avalanche.
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he gives the hand now in his a gentle squeeze. ]
It's okay. I get it. I'm a guy too, remember? [ wryly. ] And you always talk a lot. It's one of the things I've always liked about you.
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mhm.
totally cool. ] Keep them coming. Really.
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I could. Maybe. If....
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he props himself up on his elbows slowly to meet nico somewhere in the middle and drags his hand away in the process, if only to support himself better. with nico looking down, it doesn't seem like he's too close. ] ...If?
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self-consciously licking his lips and finding them a bit dry, he wonders how to respond. his original idea of a sarcastic remark seems to have evaporated. ]
If... you let me kiss you again.
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he watches nico wet his lips and curls his fingers in the sheets to steady himself.
it's dark but not so dark that he can't see. there's a wash of blue light over the room from a starfish-shaped light in the corner of the room but he knows nico could still find his features in the pitch black of night. to him his own heartbeat is the loudest sound in the room. ] Is that what you want?
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the moment passes for nico in both an instant and over the span of eternity. he doesn't hold his breath, but when percy does respond, he swallows. if percy's heart is loud to him, nico doesn't hear it. in his own ears is the sound of his breathing and the measured thrumming of his own heart. he doesn't think about will, doesn't think about how thin the walls are, doesn't think about anything but the way percy's mouth moves. ]
If it's okay with you.
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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. ]
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nico neither lifts a hand nor tries to stop percy. he doesn't pull away but leans in, closer, wanting to presses himself against percy as his lips part. it's silent in the room save for the slow pressing of mouths and in nico's ears, it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. one of his hands reaches out to find percy's jaw, slides along it to curl fingers in the hair at percy's nape. there he holds, almost but not quite desperately. how long will this last, he wonders. before percy changes his mind, before annabeth comes back? how much time will he have with percy before it all comes crashing down as everything always does for him.
he can't let himself think about it much. not when percy's warm mouth is insistently pressed against his own. there's something different this time, at least. as if something in percy has changed and nico wants to explore it more.
eventually a quiet noise escapes him. a little needy and a little low. it's the sound of want. nico wants to pour himself over percy, feel the flame of desire burn through his veins. but that's too fast. keep it slow, he tells himself. keep it natural and let percy guide them however percy wants. ]
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he leans in, reaches up and holds on. his touch sends jolts through percy's body. it's the same thrill he gets when he leaps without knowing where to land. in a city that can't offer him adventure, he wants to chase that rush. he releases nico's shirt in favor of trailing his hand down his side to his hip. he doesn't claw at him desperately this time like he's starving for any contact at all. but he does grasp at nico as if he needs something to hold onto. he's not sure what his own intentions are anymore, whether he means to keep him steady and at a comfortable distance or if he wants to put up zero resistance when it comes to nico leaning in. his hand slips ( it's no accident ) down to nico's thigh, then slides back up.
if percy's knuckles catch on the hem of nico's shirt and his palm grazes the bare skin of nico's stomach, or his hip, then he's not going to complain.
not when he's making sounds like that. his open desire encourages percy to keep going, to turn their soft press of lips into open-mouthed kissing. he's done holding himself back. maybe that's the ungodly hour of the night talking, but percy doesn't think twice about tilting his head to the side and trying to catch nico's bottom lip between his own. if the son of hades doesn't pull away for air first, then percy's gently sucking and grazing his teeth light as a feather against his lip.
he does pause after that, eyes open, just to look at nico and absorb the moment. only for a few seconds. ]
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and then percy's hand is on his thigh, brushing warm and callused fingers against the fabric of his pj pants. his breath catches, breath hitching, and he wishes desperately that he had put on shorts instead of the flannel pants that had been within reach. if he'd gone with shorts, he'd be able to feel percy even more. he wants to feel every part of percy. wants to be so close that their bones blend and he can no longer tell himself apart from the son of the sea. then, maybe, nico would feel the completion in his soul that he's always sought.
slowly, though. slowly.
percy's hand moves again and this time, warm skin brushes against the coolness of nico's abdomen. the muscles of his stomach tense under the sensation and he shudders as another noise escapes him. percy has his lower lip caught and all he can do is dig fingers into the bedding at their side as he tries to grasp the enormity of the situation. only, that's hard to do with the blue light of percy's room reflecting off green eyes, making them look like the depths of the sea off the mediterranean coast.
he can't breathe. ]
Percy...
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if nico keeps looking at him like that, and saying his name like percy's stolen all the air from his lungs, he's not sure what will happen next. ]
Yeah? [ he flashes a lopsided smile, equally as goofy as it is mischievous. this is a side of nico he's never seen before. not so reserved. his walls are still up in some places but they're slipping. it's hard to resist the temptation to keep knocking them down, especially once he recognizes the effect he has on nico. ] Too much?
[ or not enough? ]
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and really, in nico's estimation, that doesn't seem like a bad thing. he's willing to give as much of himself to percy as percy wants because he never dreamed this would ever happen. he doubted the likelihood with percy always attached to annabeth's hip. and maybe he should feel a bit guilty about having percy this way when annabeth is gone, but he doesn't care. his mind is filled with the son of the sea and he wants those lips on him again. ]
No- No, I'm... [ he swallows, one hand reaching over to cup percy's cheek as nico gazes at him. without thinking, he licks his lips and misses the taste of percy's. ] Don't stop. Gods, please don't stop.
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it seems silly now.
he glances down with nico's hand on his face, debating something, then throws back the blanket and scoots closer. right in front of him. his knee bumps into one of nico's, totally because he's trying to wedge his thigh between both of nico's. it's way more plausible and comfortable if nico lays back, but he's not really an it's impossible! kind of guy, so he tries anyway. there isn't a sliver of his comforter wedged between them now. ( who needs safety nets? ) it occurs to him that he's pressed flush against nico's hip and he's playing with fire here, especially when he's not unaffected by their kisses.
percy mirrors nico, cups the side of his face with his palm and strokes his cheek with his thumb. he's still in love with annabeth and he doubts anything in any universe can change that but this isn't meaningless to him. nico's feelings definitely aren't irrelevant to him. he leans in before he can say something stupid and pretends that the short hum that vibrates against nico's lips isn't coming from him. ]
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