#93.5

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SO! I wasn’t really going to continue this AU from my Jercy Valentine’s Day Palette, but I think some of you really enjoyed that one! Here’s a continuation for drabble 93.i! Enjoy!

Contrary to what the “Read More” may insinuate, this drabble is completely safe for work and rated G. :-) Don’t worry! This blog will remain that way until… I’m ready to do more, I guess.

Prince Jason Grace, Roman heir to the throne of the Sky, woke with a flourish. As he twisted the cricks in his neck and leaned up on his elbows, his arm brushed against a warm patch of skin to his left and he held back a yelp in surprise. He had forgotten Percy had spent the night because of the alliance conference yesterday, and the thought of them sharing a bed sent his palms sweating profusely.

He didn’t know why it was such a big deal. This was his best friend for crying out loud! Sleepovers were a given. Percy practically lived here during the spring time and even had his own room on the other end of the hallway. Many years ago, back when they were little, Percy would sneak into his room late at night and they’d fall asleep much better with each other around. It had always been the case. But now… why did it seem so different? Why was it such a big deal? It wasn’t like they did anything malicious last night. Sure, they had embraced for an hour or so, but that was the extent of it. He was too conservative to try anything else for the time being, anyway.

For the time being? Jason thought with panic. Was he planning to go anywhere further?

Jason cupped his pink cheeks and buried his face in his pillow. 

To his horror, it smelled like the ocean. He loved the smell of the ocean.

Hurriedly, he sat up and jumped out of the bed. Jason washed his face with cold water and forced himself to calm. down. So what if Percy liked him back? So what if Percy liked him back and was currently eagle sprawled and shirtless on his bed?

This was terrible.

“Your highness?” A small voice called from the bedroom door. “Are you up?“

So that he wouldn’t wake Percy up and/or bring to attention to a Prince Percy who was currently eagle sprawled and shirtless on his bed, Jason ran to the door and peeped his messy head out of the double doors.

“Yes, good morning,” he grinned, hopefully sending the message that he didn’t want to be disturbed right now. The servant jumped backwards and almost toppled with a tray of delicately prepared food in her hands, but Jason grabbed her elbow to steady her. She turned pink. “Oh, is this for me?” He asked.

The servant nodded shyly, and with a sparkle in her eyes, added, “For you and Prince Percy, Your Highness.“

Jason paled and took the tray carefully from her hands. “His… his room is on the other side of the corridor."

“Oh, I’m quite sure he’s in there, sir. But there’s no need to fret, Prince Jason,” she assured politely. “We’ve got everything covered and under control.”

What? What was this all about? “Pardon?” Jason asked.

She smiled. “There is absolutely nothing to worry about,” the servant nodded. “However, Your Royal Advisor Chiron has instructed me to inform you that there will be a gathering of the Princes today at noon. Shall I go and inform the seamstress to fix both your suits?“

Jason nodded, head still spinning around her words. They knew? They all knew? Since when? How did they manage to find out before Percy did? Before he could confirm it himself?

“Y-yes, please,” he replied politely. “Thank you very much… uh, pardon me, but what is your name again?”

“My name is Juniper, your highness,” she curtsied. “I am Prince Percy’s escort from Greece.”

With that, Jason toed the door closed and set the filled tray on the end table at the foot of his bed. There was a perfectly balanced and tasteful breakfast for two, as the servant had said, and even Percy’s preferred blueberry topped Greek yoghurt was tucked under the morning greens.

Sighing, Jason took the bowl of yoghurt, a spoon, and walked to the bed. He plopped onto the pillows that smelled like oceans and began to eat spoonfuls of the sour-sweet breakfast.

Percy stirred, and Jason felt eyes trail him.

“Morning,” Percy yawned, resting his head on his crossed arms. With his biceps flexed and the cover kicked off halfway down his body, his bare back was illuminated by the morning light. Jason tried to keep his eyes on the yoghurt and not the sinews, scars and muscles that decorated the breadth of Percy’s torso. 

“Morning,” Jason returned. He reached over and began to try and tame the wild and dark tufts of hair that adorned Percy’s face. “We have a conference at noon with Chiron. I’ve already asked this servant named Juniper to prepare both our suits.“

Percy yawned again, nuzzling his head against Jason’s palm, and the dimples that deepened on his cheeks almost made Jason melt. As Jason retracted his hand, the brunette froze mid-yawn. “Wait… Juniper? As in… my Juniper?”

“Yes,” Jason replied curtly.

“Both our suits?” Percy asked, now on his elbows. 

“Yes,” Jason replied again.

“And is that most definitely my blueberry Greek yoghurt?” 

“Yes,” Jason nodded. Understanding that Percy was probably frolicking into a panic because of the hints in their conversation, he tried to steer the topic away from the publicity of their relationship and onto more trivial things. “You know, I’m aware that you’re fond of blue, but why do you like blueberries so much? They aren’t even blue, Percy—more of this purple, indigo color—"

“Ah jeez,” Percy sighed, hiding his face in his crossed arms. “I’ve been found out! You found out, didn’t you?“

Jason raised a brow and pretended that he couldn’t hear his palpitating heart. “Found out about what?”

Percy flipped over and stretched up, leaning against the headboard of the king-sized four poster bed. With a pout, he looked pointedly at Jason and opened his mouth wide, gesturing to the yoghurt with his eyebrows.

Ah. This was a terrible idea.

With shaking fingers, Jason brought a spoonful of yoghurt to Percy’s mouth and watched as he chomped down on it, leaving the spoon clean and shiny. Percy licked his lips, and an odd warmth spread over Jason’s abdomen. Once again, this was a terrible idea.

After that charade, Percy kneeled on the bed to grab the breakfast tray from the foot of the bed and set it between the two of them. He picked up a breakfast brownie (filled with oats and nuts) and took a bite. 

Jason, mimicking Percy, opened his mouth wide. His breath hitched as Percy’s fingers grazed the bottom of his lip as a chunk of the treat was laid on the tip of his tongue. Jason liked to believe that the sweetness at the back of his throat had more to do with the brownie than the soft fingers that previously touched his mouth.

They sat for a few moments with their legs crossed at the knees. Although there was a comfortable silence, the energy—the tension and the friction between the two could hardly be called calm. 

Percy swallowed and broke the silence.

“You’ve found out that I’ve been in love with you for years.“

rip biggie