@percicomicrofic | prompt: FOG | wordcount: 600 | universe: post-HoO | warnings: suggestive ending
Nico walked out onto the balcony wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs and his brown aviator jacket. The rest of his clothes were strewn haphazardly on the floor of his hotel room. A sock here, a shirt there, and his shoes somehow ended up underneath the bed, but he didn't mind. In an hour or two he would be back at Camp Half-Blood and his clothes would be thrown in a laundry pile in the Hades cabin. What concerned him most, was the headache that had crawled from the back of his mind and settled behind his eyes.
He reached into his jacket, pulling out a cigarette from a box in his pocket alongside a cheap, plastic lighter, and brought both to his mouth, shielding the lighter from the wind around him as he lit his cigarette. It took him a couple of tries, but he finally lit the cigarette and he breathed in its smoke, inhaling its scent. The familiar burn filled out his lungs and put a momentary stop to his headache. As he breathed out, he noticed how the smoke was almost indistinguishable from the fog that rolled in from the bay.
"Y'know, I hate it when you smoke."
Nico's face broke out into the ghost of a smile. He stayed planted on the balcony, facing out toward the bay, but he felt a tugging sensation around his waist try and pull him toward the hotel bed where Percy lied naked, a thin, semi-translucent bed sheet the only thing between him and the rest of the world.
"That's why I decided to walk outside and smoke." Nico quipped, his eyes trailing the length of the Golden Gate bridge. "The view isn't half-bad either, and it's certainly one of the better places I've taken you."
Percy snorted at the double entendre. "I'd honestly prefer it if you vaped."
The rustling of bed sheets could be heard from where Nico stood and it was then that he decided to turn around. Percy had sat up from his spot on the bed and leaned his back against the headboard. His eyes shone with a soft light and a lopsided grin adorned his face. Further below, Percy's skin was littered with scratches and bite marks from the night before, and Nico couldn't help but to admire his work.
"I'm too old for that nonsense." Nico took another drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke into the hotel room, earning an eye-roll from Percy.
"You're three years my junior!" Percy grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at Nico, trying his best to hit the son of Hades square in the face but failing miserably. "Besides, I'm sure I'd rather smell Tangerine Twist or Bust-a-Lime on your clothes instead of burnt tobacco leaves."
A laugh bubbled up from Nico's throat at the image of him blowing fruit-scented clouds of nicotine in Percy's face. "Next time I stack up on refills, I'll consider asking the local high-schoolers about vaping cartridges."
Nico put out his cigarette on the balcony railing, and walked inside his hotel room. He closed the doors behind him as he shed his aviator jacket and tossed it to the floor. A growing hunger washed over his eyes as his voice dropped an octave. "Do you want to pick up from last night? We're not needed at camp until well after noon."
Percy met Nico's question with a smirk as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Nico's underwear and pressed his lips against his own, capturing the son of Hades in a brief, yet passionate kiss.
