Authors notes: this story has been written by both IllKeepdancing and Nicoforever97 and is a collaborative story. It will be published on both authors pages and updated whenever 2 chapters have been written (one by each author)
Disclaimer we don't own the characters
Chapter one
Percy shouldn't be here, it's-it's really not his scene. He'd of been happy with a bottle of beer and a game of call-of-duty with his mates in his dingy old student flat. This-this place is hell! All these gyrating bodies, grinding themselves against scantily dressed waiters and workers. The green-eyed boy really didn't want to know what went on behind those big red doors.
"Come on, Perce!" A tipsy Annabeth cried, bumping her hip against his as she eyed a woman swinging her hips onstage, "Live a little!" Percy bit his lip as he looked around all of Annabeth's friends that he really didn't know at all. They all seemed so at ease in this place, dancing and chatting as if they did this type of thing every week. Knowing Annabeth's friends, they probably did.
"This really isn't me, Annie, I think I might leave-"
"Soooo...who's the birthday boy that requested a special 'dance'?" The brunette from the stage asked, appearing from no where. Her smile looked forced and tired, her make-up garnish and over-done. Percy didn't feel the tug of attraction that apparently everyone else felt. He didn't want to fuck this woman into oblivion, he wanted to offer her his coat and a cup of tea.
God, he really must be gay.
"Actually, I was just leave-"
"Oh no Hun, your a bit too female for his tastes." Annabeth smirks and jerks a thumb in his direction, "You got anyone male? It is his birthday, and he hadn't gotten laid in months!" Oh god. . He really shouldn't have divested Annabeth with that information! Now she was telling prostitutes! His life was officially over. That was, if you counting working at tesco's at the weekend and going to college could really be considered 'life'.
The brunette smirked, "Hades's boy'll be the one for him. In the meantime, why don't you come with me." She slunk back into the dance floor, her index finger beckoning the blonde towards her. Annabeth stood up so quickly that she knocked her drink over, the look in her eye borderline predator. She turned to Percy and glared at him, "You stay here till Hades's boy comes and gets you. Got it?"
Her tones was so demanding and fierce that Percy could only nod as he watched her strut away. He looked around the group of kinky brainiacs as his small brain tried to get around how calculus was made to sound seductive at all. While all this was happening, he suddenly found himself with a lapful of a hardly-dressed teenage boy.
"Well hello there, Pretty Boy..." He drew a line done the middle of Percy's chest with his finger and grinned flirtatiously, "I'm Hades's boy. And you, my friend. Have got to come with me." Without giving him room to answer , the boy (because holy fuck he only looks about 17) licks a stripe up his neck and stands up, pulling Percy towards the back rooms by his red satin tie. And oh god, he's never going to be able to wear this tie again without thinking of this exact moment and that is literally the only tie he has so he's going to wear it eventually-and now their inside the room. There's a gigantic bed dominating most of the room with chains and shackled attached to the headboard. A love seat claims the right corner and a huge set of drawers takes up the left corner.
Percy doesn't realise how shocked he must look until Hades's boy reaches out and closes his mouth, "What's wrong, Hun?" He asks, shimmying closer and pressing his body against his, the younger boys lips close to his, "You look a bit...tense."
And Percy doesn't reply because he's only 21 and he's somewhat transfixed by the boy in front of him, with his curly, black hair and olive skin. His body is slim and toned but not ridiculously buff like most people and he just wants to run his tongue down the guy's happy trail-AND OH GOD HE'S PRACTICALLY A CHILD.
But he doesn't pull away as the boy gives him an elfish grin and leads him over to the plush, crimson love seat and pushes him down into it, easily falling to his knees and fiddling with his belt. That's when he jerks into action, because he really doesn't want to sleep with a prostitute.
"Stop!" He exclaims, just as Hades's boy manages to undo his belt, "Please! Just-just sit and talk to me! Don't do anything!" Percy said, his sea-green eyes wide as he gaped down at the obviously younger boy crouched between his knees.
Hades's boy raised his pierced eyebrow questionably, "You want me to talk dirty to you?" He asked, his voice husky but confused. He'd come across people like this before, it wasn't exactly uncommon, "So, let's see, I want you to stick your big-"
"NO!" Percy all but screamed, he took one look at the boy's face and swallowed deeply, "I dunno, um, why don't you tell me about your day?"
"My day?"
"Uh. Yeah. Tell me about your day." Percy said hurriedly, trying to lure the dark-eyed boy away from his jeans, his member was jumping to attention at the mere thought of the Italian deep-throating him and he had to remind himself, why he was stopping this? He had a gorgeous man on his knees in front of him, and he was asking him about his day?
"You do realise what I was about to do, right?" The boy said, leaning back on his heels and crossing his arms. He looked somewhat amused, a wry smile fixed on his pouty lips that would look soooo good stretched tight around his-
MORALS PERCY! SEX IS FOR PEOPLE YOU LOVE. IT CANT BE BOUGHT.
"Yeah. I know." His vice sounds like a strangled cat and he clears his throat in an attempt to clear it, "But this really isn't my thing. So uh, yeah. Tell me about your day."
The other boy lets out a dry laugh and says, "Well, let's see. I woke up late for school-"
"You mean college?"
"Nah dude. I'm still at secondary. I have to repeat sixth year though, so don't worry. I am eighteen. So anyways, I woke my sister up late and she threw a hairbrush at me because I wouldn't let her straighten her hair-are you sure you want me to do this?" Hades's boy questions again, "I don't have a very interesting life, at least, not one interesting enough for you to get off on. It's a strange kink, I'm not going to lie, this is the first one-"
"It's not a blasted kink, you idiot! I'm just-I mean-this is my first time doing something like this and uh-"
"You're chickening out aren't you?" Hades's boy smirks and runs a soft hand up his inner thigh, he stops at a point near his crotch and massages it gently, "I'll go slow, I promise." He winks and Percy finds himself hypnotised by the dark lashes brushing against the younger boys prominent cheekbones.
He quickly snaps out of it though, when he feels the small hand inch down his zipper, "Please stop!" He exclaims, jumping back on the sofa, his back hitting the crimson cushions. "This is just-this is just really new for me and I'd prefer it if I didn't throw it around. Sex is not something casual, it's something that you have to love the person to do it with, okay?" He yelps, his sea-green eyes widening when the boy manages to lower his zipper.
"What? Sex? No, this happens almost every night-and oh god, your a virgin, aren't you?" The Italian asks with a large smile, he leaves Percy's zipper alone but rests his hands on Percy's thighs, he gets his answer from Percy's blushing cheeks and laughs, "But your like, twenty five or something."
Percy frowns, his nose scrunching up to show his displeasure, "I'll have you know I'm only twenty one! And y'know, not all of us have sex at such a young age, some of us do like to wait!" He crossed his arms and glared down at the teen who looks massively offended. "What's your name anyway?"
"I would have waited, but I had to feed my younger sister. I started working here when I was fifteen, I don't do this job because it's fun you wanker. I do this job because the hours are good for school and it pays well." He looks haughty and posh when he adds, "I can't tell you my name, it's against store policies."
"What? Surely you can tell me your name." Percy says exasperated, he can't stop his moan when the younger boy grabs him harshly and palms him, leaning up to whisper in his ear.
"I'm not going to get paid if I don't bring you off somehow, so, why don't I suck you? That way, I get paid and your precious virginity is still in place? Okay?" Percy knows he should protest more, but Nico's hand is so soft and warm around him and no ones ever touched him but himself.
So he nods a bit frantically, eager to feel the brown-eyed boys mouth around him. "Y-yeah. Okay. L-lets do that then."
The Italian laughs.
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