#leestor

Ship List:

Castor/Percy (castercy) 

Castor/Lee (leestor) 

Castor/Dionysus/Pollux (dioncastollux)

Castor/Pollux (castollux)

Castor/Drew (castorew) 

Chiron/Castor (chirastor)

Castor/Michael (michastor) 

Castor/Miranda (mirastor) 

Castor/Percy/Octavian (octcastercy)

'Mmm,' Lee murmured dozily, twisting his head backwards in search of a clumsy kiss.

Caz obliged him but pulled away far too soon for Lee's liking, eyes searching him out. 'Not too much?'

'Not too much,' Lee reassured. His neck ached from holding his position and he dropped back to the pillow, pouting at the absence of Caz's soft mouth on his. Even with his eyes closed he could feel them propped on their elbows above him, hesitating, and it pulled a fond smile from the corner of his lips. 'Promise.' 

He wriggled his shoulders for good measure, enticing them back to the wavy fugue of kisses and warmth and the gentle nakedness of skin on skin at tender midnight hours. 

He felt more than heard Caz's gentle huff of breath as they settled down, relaxing until their weight rested on him fully. They nosed into his vertebrae, nipped him with teeth careful enough not to leave a mark. 

Lee's smile stretched wider. 'You make me calm.' He said, because it was true. 

Caz all but purred then, pleased and tender, in their throat and nuzzled into the side of Lee's hair.

‘You’re everything Lee.’ 

And for once, Lee could believe it. 

---

They sat at Campfire. It drew a strange light over them, over Caz looking fey and golden and something beyond this world and the next. Caz, watching him instead of singing, watching him instead of the blue-green-purple-red of supernatural flames, Caz whose eyes were soft and tender as they looked.

'What?' Lee laughed, self-conscious like.

Caz shook their head, something like awe on their face. 'Ye're so feckin gorgeous.' 

They dipped him for a kiss. In front of all camp, in front of Pollux, in front of Michael and Will and all his siblings. Lee didn’t mind. His toes curled and his lips parted with a sigh and his mouth went pliant under theirs and if he could stay like that forever, he would. 

--

The seawater was warm, the day hot and warping, and there was Caz, jumping off the pier, laughing and mad, eyes alight with revelry. Lee watched them in the arc of the sun's rays, their lean muscles, their necklaces against the pale white of their skin, the pink of their nipples. 

Caz, Caz, always looking, Caz saw him watching them and winked and stretched, lithe and Adonis-like, showing off athlete's biceps, an artist's throat. 

'Like what you see?' They called, over the glistening waves.

'Vanity.' Shouted back Lee. 'All is vanity.' 

He was watching them closely enough to see the o of their mouth, the rise of their eyebrows, the challenge in their eyes. He was expecting the tackle but not the wave and it took both of them to ground, covering them with sea and salt as they landed heavy and laughing. Caz wrestled on top of him, sand in their hair, in Lee's hair, on their chests and feet and Caz was laughing, brilliantly and beautiful and the sight of it took all Lee's breath. .

Caz moved as if they were going to get up, but they shifted only slightly on Lee's bare stomach and their eyes, violet and the colour of all Lee's favourite things, darkened as they traced a thumb down the side of his eye, browbone to cheeekbone, over the scar there, hidden by sand and freckles. 

They leant down and Lee's heart seized as they pressed a kiss to it, eyelashes fluttering against his skin. When they pulled back, there was grief in those purple eyes. 

‘He gone,’ Murmured Lee. 

But Caz shook their head. ‘It shuid never have happened.’ 

They bowed their head over Lee’s, kissed over the scar again. Lingered there, breath warm against Lee’s skin.

He drew in a sharp breath, eyes closing at Caz’s gentle touches. 

‘A cannae take it away with praying, so I will kiss it away with wanting. Ye deserve to be adored Lee.’ 

Lee opened his mouth, but Caz kissed him again, down the well of his throat, and all that came out was their name, like it was the only thing that mattered. 

--

Lee said it one afternoon as he lay out in the orchard organza light. 

Sunshine branched through the trees, falling in dappled spots like light from the bottom of a stream. It cut across Caz’s face so that their eyes were hidden from Lee as they bent over their canvas. 

‘I love the way you love me.’

‘Hm?’ Caz looked up, paintbrush between their teeth, oil paint smudged across their forehead. They blinked at him owlishly. 

Lee hid a secret grin. ‘You’re beautiful.’ 

Caz frowned and removed the paintbrush, ‘That’s no what ye said.’ 

Lee could not help but reach out and touch them, to slide a finger down the side of their face, across the top of their lip. 

‘No.’ He admitted, ‘but it’s true too.’ 

Caz eyes fluttered shut as Lee leaned in to press a searing kiss to their cheekbone. 

‘I love how you make me feel brave.’ Said Lee, ‘ Like nothing bad can happen to me.' 

An intense look filled Caz’s face, their eyes opened to pupils, dark like the night after sunset.  'A’m gunna love ye so well Lee. So, so well. The way everyone shuid have ayewis loved ye. And no one’s ever gonna hurt ye again because ye’re mine and loved and loved and loved and loved.’

--

Lee found them outside in the pale morning flush of winter. 

It’d been a bad night, he could tell. Their face was pale and pinched, dark lines under dark eyes, their fingers smudged with charcoal. They were sitting on their swing-seat, legs pulled up to their chin, staring out over camp, but they turned their head when he came clumping up the stairs, pressing the socket of their cheek to their knees. 

‘Hey,’ 

‘Hey you.’ Lee smiled, crooked his head. ‘Can I sit?’

Caz eyed him dully and Lee ached at the exhaustion there, the numbness that swaddled them like an ill-fitting cloak. Then they moved, shuffling slowly, like every movement was effort. Lee sat, perched lightly, and it was quiet between them as they stared at each other in the wavering sun. 

Lee wasn’t sure who moved first, but all at once Caz was collapsing into him and he was drawing Caz up into his chest, scooping them into his arms and wrapping his hands tight into their hair. 

‘I’ve got you,’ he murmured.

Caz, hiding in the hollow of his collarbones, took a deep breath. And another, their shoulders shook and they tucked their head inwards, further, so that the no-one around cannot see the tears in their eyes. 

‘Dinnae let go.’ They whispered, begged, almost. 

Lee’s arms tightened and he pressed a fierce kiss to their hair. 

‘Never. I’m with you to the end.’ 

It wasn’t a marriage oath, not yet, but Lee thought the words all the same. And as the sun broke over the cabins, and camp began to wake, Lee held Caz, safe from the world and all its divinity.

--

Lee’d lost track of time somewhere around Caz licking along his tongue and pinning him to the door of their bedroom. Because it was their bedroom now, both of theirs, even if Lee only slept in it twice a week, even if he had to be gone by morning light, it was theirs, a nest away from the world of monsters and demigods, a place of soft night hours for soft murmurs into naked skin. 

Caz’s fingers trailed into the spaces of his hipbones, always doting, always soothing. Long, clever fingers, gripping him, tugging him.

And just for a moment Lee imagined the pressure of their bodies together, hips flushed, the slick and slide of them tumbled into sheets, breathless, the sweat, the trembling thighs and the private gasps of pleasure. And he thought, sorry, sorry that I can't, sorry I'm not like you.

But Caz, Caz his best friend, his lover, Caz who knew him so well that it sometimes felt they could read their thoughts, brought their mouth, warm and darling, into the space of his ear, 'A dinnae need sex to be loved by ye.' 

Lee shrugged, the smallest of movements. He couldn't meet their eye. 'But it would be better…?'

'Naw.' Caz's voice was firm. They kissed the hinge of his jaw. 'It wuidnae be ye.'

They kissed him there again, insistent, then pushed themself up onto strong forearms and drew a long finger down his clavicle. 'Ye're ayewis enough fer me. A love what we do.'

--

Lee snuggled up warm and drowsy in bed, duvet cloudlike, watching, through half-closed eyes as Caz painted by candlelight. It was late, but Lee wasn't complaining not when he could watch Caz in their singlet, biceps out, their cross necklace between their teeth, leaning over their canvas, their nose piercing catching the flickering light. 

'Ye shuid be sleeping, ma love.' Caz's eyes met his. 

Lee allowed himself a sleepy grin, unashamed to be caught staring. 'This is better than anything I might dream.' 

He enjoyed the languid smile that spread across their face, their eyes upturned and merry. 'And ye say A'm the flirt?' 

Lee shrugged. It was easy with them.

He took in the sight of them again: their pink hair, rosy and auburn by the flames, the shadows on their face sharpening their cheekbones, the line of their nose, their eyebrows, the curve of their lip. He wished, suddenly, desperately, that he could paint. 

Instead, he pushed himself up to sitting, all swaddled in the duvet and held out a hand.

The look that overtook Caz's face... the reverence... the awe. It did Lee undone. 

Their mouth parted as they stood, as they stumbled towards him like in a daze. They kissed the tips of his fingers first, his thumb, the bones of his wrist and Lee's eyes fluttered closed. He breathed out a sigh that was half Caz's name, half relief, and all home. Their teeth grazed Lee's tendon and his head dropped back, skin fizzing like he was being spun to gold, spreading out, down to the curl of his toes, the underlids of his eyes, the gasp of his mouth, until he wasn't sure if he really was dreaming afterall.

Caz kissed up his arm, soft wings of lips, and Lee needed them closer. He lifted their chin with a finger and the sheets rustled under them as Caz crawled into the space between Lee's legs. The kiss they breathed into his mouth arched his head back and they grinned, a sly thing, pulling back to rub the tip of their nose up and down his own, their eyes soft. They found each other again, kissing softly, their mouths soft and pliant and plush. 

Caz still had that look on their face when they pulled away, lips lingering, hands entwined, and they shook their head a little like they couldn't believe it. A smile lifted one side of their mouth. 

Lee kissed their bottom lip, gentle, 'Come to bed?' 

'Mmm.' Caz ran a knuckled along Lee's jaw, 'Not sleepy.' 

'You could read? I don't mind the light.' He kissed the hollow beside their Adams apple, 'Please?'

'Ye make -- ah ---ye make a compel -- ah... Lee...' Caz gave up trying to speak, their eyes fluttering shut as Lee dragged his mouth down the arch of their throat.

There was something delirious in making Caz speechless. It was addictive, the way they folded into Lee, their head tipped back, the hitch of their breath, their full body shudder as he stroked down their ribs. Lee chased it, their sounds, the beauty of them in candlelight. He nosed into their collarbone, pressing soft kisses along the whole line of them.

Their breath came out wonderfully shaken. 'Are ye -- ah -- seducin me into snuggles?'

Lee barely lifted from his kisses to mumble, 'Is it working?'

He felt their silent laugh. 

They pulled away enough to reach down to his mouth and kiss him there and circled his wrists with their fingers and brought them up to their lips. One kiss, on each pulse point.

'Let me get ready? Then Am aye yers.'

The words tugged at the bottom of Lee's stomach and he settled back down in the sheets to watch Caz wipe their brushes down with an old rag, as they pottered their paints away, and slipped out to the bathroom. They came back, face glistening with water, newly changed into pyjamas. Lee made a happy noise: bare legs. It was a rare sight and he knew how much trust there was in it. He wants to say how beautiful they are, how much he loved seeing them like this, but not yet, not yet. Caz was flighty with this part of their body, so instead he said, 'I want you forever.' 

It earnt him a small, pleased smile from Caz, a flush on their cheeks.

Lee propped himself up on elbow, hooked a finger under the leg of their shorts and pulled them closer. Caz went willingly, letting him tug them into bed and down under him, on the mattress, where Lee could run fingers over the lace edge of their pyjamas, could look down sweetly at them, could trace the patchwork of white scars on their thighs with a careful, loving thumb. 

They shivered, 'Ye dinnae have to...'

'I want to.' He said it firmly. 'I love all of you Caz.'

His eyes did not leave theirs as he leant up to kiss them again, soft and slow, drowsy. When he pulled back, Caz's eyes were half-lidded in bliss. They brushed the curls from his face, ran a thumb from the corner of his eyebrow down to his ear.

'Ye have everything of me, Lee, everything.'

Ship List:

Luke/Lee (leeluke) 

Lee/Drew (fletchenaka)

Castor/Lee (leestor) 

Lee/Percy (leercy) 

Bianca/Lee (leenca) 

Lee/Malcolm (malcolee) 

Bianca/Lee/Zoë (leezoanca) 

Lee/Ethan (leethan) 

Lee/Hermes (leermes) 

Lee/Katie (leetie) 

Lee/Mitchell (mitchellee)