Blueroom

The son of Poseidon and the son of Hades are in love.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.

Percy's mouth was less than three inches from Nico's cock when he started laughing. The son of Hades pulled at his hair and scowled.

"What the hell is so funny?"

"I'm in love with you."

Nico looked away, clearly flustered. "And why is that funny?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.

"It's hilarious. The son of Poseidon in love with the son of Hades."

Nico snorted, kicking the duvet as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "What did you do with my shirt?" He asked distractedly.

"Nico."

"You're sitting on my sock, Jackson."

"Are you rejecting me?"

Nico regarded him carefully. "You're in love with me."

"I took you out on dates!" Percy protested.

"We went to the aquarium on Ocean Conservation Day because admission was free. And I thought I was doing you a favor that other time. You said you didn't want to go to the movies alone."

"I paid for you that time."

"You have a part time job. I don't."

"What did you think this all was?" Percy groaned.

"I thought you were trying to distract yourself."

He probably deserved that. The whole fooling around thing started roughly three weeks after Annabeth broke up with him. Nico just started hanging around more, and there was no climax at all to the first time he gave in and let Percy touch him. He wasn't sure why he'd had gone along with it, but it must have been because he thought that it was all he could do to comfort him and help him through it. Now, though, he knows that was only part of it. Nico had wanted it just as much.

"You didn't deserve to feel like that. I should have told you the minute I knew."

"…when was that?"

"…that night on the fire escape?" Percy rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to look around for his own shirt.

Nico took a deep breath. "I've been in love with you since we met." When he opened his eyes, Percy's hand was resting lightly on his shoulder, his green eyes gentle.

"Have you forgiven me yet?"

Nico leaned forward, touching his forehead to the center of Percy's chest. He was trembling. "Yeah. We're good." Percy wrapped his arms around him, resting his chin at the crown of his head.

"Come back to me," he whispered.

"You just want to get into my pants," Nico muttered, dragging his short nails down Percy's spine.

"I love you."

Nico took a shaky breath and pulled at Percy's hair, meeting his eyes. "Ti voglio bene."

"Does that…?"

In response, Nico roughly captured Percy's lips. His kisses were always like this, fervent and wanting. Understanding flooded Percy like waters cleaned by sand dollars and he returned the kiss, knotting his fingers in Nico's hair and sucking covetously at his tongue. "I love you," he repeated, breathing it against the shirt that used to be his.