This is based on a prompt I found on Tumblr. (Majority of my fics will be prompts and my own spin offs of greek myths really. :/)
Percy Jackson and the Olympians © Rick Riordan. No characters mentioned here belong to me.
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When he sits down next to Jason at the table, he notices that Jason has already eaten half of the mountain-sized food off of his plate in a span of five minutes. Jason is nervously chewing in what appears to be the last bit of meat off of his chicken leg and glaring at Leo as he sits down. Leo glares back and him in a- what the fuck do you want-look and Jason narrows his eyes into slits and swallows his mouthful before wiping his hands on his napkin. He looks up at his father, Hephaestus, who has-thankfully- not witnessed their little 'exchange.'
So, how is it Mr-" Jason trails off, a smile frozen on his face.
Leo looks at Jason quickly before glancing at his father, who's been quietly eating his chicken and mashed potatoes across from them. Leo sighs in defeat. Trust Jason, Jason freaking Grace, to be the most polite person on this planet. Leo rolls his eyes in a-just shut up and eat- look and hopes that his father didn't catch it. He probably did. Not that he cares or anything. Just. When you're introducing your boyfriend to your dad it things tend to get awkward. And not the- Oh, daddy look at my new toy-awkward. The-sweet merciful fates kill me now-awkward. He wipes the sweat (or water from his glass) on his dress pants and inhales deeply.
Hephaestus looks up from his mashed potatoes and narrows his eyes at Jason before taking a long sip from his drink. All the while glaring at Jason like he just destroyed one of his machines. "Hephaestus. Just Hephaestus is fine. Who made this?"
Leo glances up, momentarily locking eyes with Jason, before he proudly answers. "Yours truly, made this."
Hephaestus stares at him silently before grunting. "It's good."
Leo smiles. He feels so much better on the inside though is you ask him. Getting a compliment from your absent dad is rare. Getting a compliment from your absent, ultra-busy, super blunt dad is extremely rare. See, Leo isn't used to getting compliments. I mean, yeah, he gets the usual, Good job Leo!" or "Leo, this is awesome!" from campers. But this is a whole new ball game he's playing at. And Leo's sure he's lost the game somewhere down his life, but that's another story. The room is filled with tense silence again. Jason gulps audibly and stretches his arm foward to reach for some more chicken (isn't stress eating bad for you?) and Leo suddenly finds himself staring at Jason's too little shirt.
It's not that little really. Just little enough to see the lean muscle of his stomach whenever Jason leans forward. It's true. Jason's thin, but Leo has been with Jason enough to know that he not just thin. He's muscle. He knows that whenever they train his muscles bunch up and tense whenever he's about to land a strike. He's seen them when they went out swimming with Percy, water dripping down his stomach into his shorts. He's watched them tense whenever he grinds into him. He loves watching his arm muscles strain whenever he grips Leo's hips, causing his to cry out in pain at the sudden brutal force.
"Hey daddy could you pass me some food?" Both Jason and Hephaestus reach out to grasp the hue fork buried with the potatoes. Both of freeze as they connect the situation and Leo starts to smoke.
Shit.
I love how I can make things that are funny, not funny. Well, I know this is short, but this is the first story I did in a LONG time and my muse is kind of low. Hope you like it anyway. *Slithers out*
-TFJ101