#percyjason

(Percy never seemed like the type to go for a one night stand—but he’d had this grim glint in his eye ever since Annabeth broke up with him. Jason had found it strangely alluring—and now he knew why.)

They hadn’t been dating. Percy’d given him half a SlimJim before proposing sex. Jason usually prided himself on being a charming guy that took it slow (which was basically what his moves consisted of, according to Leo), but leaping into bed with Percy made it startling easy to say yes. 

"Oh, gods,” Percy grunted. 

Yet here they were now, in Percy’s new praetor quarters, with the sanguine across his cheeks and plunging down his neck around his collar bone, and sweat running down the contour of the Son of Poseidon’s face. He craned his neck after his head hit the headboard a thousandth time, and Jason could feel Percy’s eyes squeezing shut beneath the sweaty ripped t-shirt rag over his eyes. 

Jason’s fingers pressed firmly over Percy’s thighs, dragging the brunet close as he sheathed himself again between those legs—those hot, swimmer legs—and he muttered a breathy f-uh-ck as white flashed in his eyes. 

Percy’s hands remained at the top of the headboard, tied with the remains of the t-shirt. They’d furled and unfurled with each slamslamslam, decorated with tiny crescent marks at the palms. 

Yeah, Jason thought faintly as his heartbeat thrummed beneath his skin. Being with Percy, in Percy, over Percy, and against Percy was an easy decision. 

Between one huff and one slap, Jason realized that he really did need this. And he wanted it as much as Percy did. He wanted Percy on his back, writhing and whimpering and moaning and whispering Jasssson over and over, for Percy to be less dignified and beneath him the same way Percy wanted someone over him, holding him for once, and letting him play the bystander instead of the hero for once.

So, maybe Percy’s ideas weren’t all that bad. 

“Fuck,” Jason breathed again when he felt himself cum. The sweaty lube was suddenly hot, coating Jason’s erection as he bucked forward one last time. 

Air stuttered in Percy’s throat before the other teen sighed, with his hands trembling under knots. He bucked forward, with his swollen dick leaking against his bare stomach.

Unsheathing himself, Jason took int he sight of the other boy with his heart pounding and mind throbbing. He reached for the dark blue butt plug Percy’d pulled out earlier, and clutched an ass cheek with his fingers. 

A soft laugh fluttered from his throat as his chest dipped and he tried for a smirk. “So?” 

Jason reached forward and licked the ridge of muscle between his parted thumbs.