#jasicosaturdays

late jasico for jasico saturday! jason is kidnapping nico and bringing him gods knows where

[so.. im just gonna take this as a prompt ‘cause i think that’s what you meant?]

“This is ridiculous.”

Jason chuckled. “Come on, Nico, it’s not that bad.”

“I don’t need–”, he felt him squirm. “Jason!”

“It’s not like anybody is watching us.”

He felt himself blush. “It’s not about that.”

The son of Jupiter blinked. “It’s not?”

“No! I’m not– fourteen anymore, I don’t get embarrased about that kind of thing.”

“You know, two years isn’t that much of a difference.”

“Jason–”, he felt slender fingers tugging his hair sharply and he yelped.

“Okay, okay, I take it back.”

He sighed and warm breath tickled his neck. “You really don’t have to do this.”

Jason held in the shiver that came over him with every word that Nico’s lips brushed against his skin.

“But I want to”, he stood up straighter, effectively rattling the boy on his back. “And don’t mope on my back.”

He felt him tense. “Who’s moping?”

“You. Don’t try to cover it up, I can tell.”

“You can’t even see my face.”

“But your voice dropped like an octave lower. That was definitely ‘moping Nico’s tone.”

“You have a catalog of my inflections?”

He felt his cheeks heating up. “What? No.”

He kept walking. He was pretty sure that if his arms weren’t drapped over his collarbone that Nico would be crossing them over his chest right now.

“Maybe. Just a tiny one.”

The son of Hades muffled his laughter against his shoulder. Jason felt a bit feverish.

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“Yep, that’s me, weird, mess of a demigod, Jason Grace.”

“You forgot ‘a complete dork’, too.”

“I should wear it in a name tag.”

Nico’s fingers intertwined over his breast bone. “No, I think discovering it is part of your charm.”

His grin was audible in his tone, it seemed to elongate his syllables. “My charm?”

“Yes”, Jason could already see the pine tree that used to be his sister. “Shut up.”

He chuckled but complied. His steps turned sluggish with the increasing steep of the hill.

“Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to carry me to my cabin, you know?”

“Would you get mad if I wanted to?”

He felt him swallow. “Probably, but because of the wrong reasons.”

Jason sighed. “Nico?”

“Mm?”

“I’m really tired”, he tightened his grip on the lanky legs that dangles almost at the height of his waist. “Would you hate it if I asked you to take a nap with you?”

He felt him stiffen. “L–Like in the same bed–?”

“I could say I just want to because no one never ever bothers you in your cabin and so we’d be able to sleep as much as we want to.”

How much of a coward he was, taking advantage of the fact that Nico couldn’t see his face to say these things?

“But the truth is I’m exhausted and I don’t want to let you go just yet”, he bit his lip. “Could I ask you to feed my selfishness and let me stay with you?”

“Your selfishness?”, Nico huffed and it sent chills down his spine. “I don’t know which one will kill me first, that or your kindness.”

“Nico?”

A warm cheek rested against his neck. “I wouldn’t hate it if you asked.”

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