Established Luke/Percy relationship.
A short little Luke/Percy ficlet.
Warnings: Brief, mild mentions of sexuality.
As Percy opened the door to Cabin 3 after a long day of training, he didn't expect to find anyone inside. But really, when you're dating a son of the God of Thieves, you have to expect the unexpected, which is why Percy wasn't really that surprised at the sight of Luke standing casually in the middle of the room.
"Sup Percy? How was training?" Luke said as Percy stepped into the cabin. "The usual. How was creeping?" Luke chuckled. "The usual."
"So, what did you steal this time?" Percy asked, walking slow circles around the taller boy. "A sweater? Shirt? Another pair of underwear?" Luke put on his best pouty face, which was actually pretty good. "It's not my fault the only thing that gets me off is your scent. We wouldn't have this problem if we had more sex."
Percy rolled his eyes. "Luke, we've had sex every day this week."
"Exactly! Not nearly enough!"
Percy sighed and walked over to his closet. "So, why don't we see what's missing then?" Percy ruffled through all the clothes in his wash bin, strangely discovering he wasn't missing anything. Percy turned around, walking purposely back to Luke, who was looking quite amused. "Okay, where is it?" Percy shoved his hands into the pockets of Luke's jeans, feeling quite determined. "Gosh Percy, if you want to get in my pants you just have to ask." Luke said with a smirk, and Percy quickly discovered all of Luke's pockets were empty.
Percy backed up, mind racing as to what could possibly be missing. Luke put his hands up, and said, "I didn't take anything!" But as he did so, Luke's shirt rode up just a little bit above his waist, just enough for Percy to see a little line of brightred at Luke's waistband. That was strange, Percy thought, Luke usually stuck to blacks and greys for his underwear. But then Percy realized what was missing.
Luke quickly realized his mistake, and dropped his arms. "Wow, so close. So close!" Luke muttered, punching the air.
"Come on Luke, drop your pants. I gotta see this." Percy said, and Luke unbuttoned his jeans with a look of defeat on his face, and let them fall to the floor. Luke was wearing Percy's bright red speedo, and it was hilarious. Luke, who valued his masculinity above almost anything else, wearing nothing but a tiny, vibrantly coloured swim suit. The fact that it had "JACKSON" written in big, white letters across the ass only made things better.
"Let me explain. I came in here, thinking I could grab something that smelled like you and go, but then I found your speedo on the floor. I was checking it out, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like on, since you wear them all the time. So I thought I'd try it on, but then I heard you coming and I only had time to pull my pants back on, and now my balls feel like they're in a vice grip. Seriously, how do you wear these things all the time?"
Percy couldn't help but double over and laugh. "That's because it's not your size! But I do have to say, you look pretty hot wearing my name." Luke smirked and turned around, moving his hips to an imaginary beat and throwing off his shirt, leaving him in nothing but the JACKSON-adorned speedo. Luke looked over his shoulder, saying, "You own my ass, just thought I'd make it a little more obvious. Seriously though, I need to take this thing off now, I'm starting to get a little turned on. What happens if you get a boner in one of these things anyways?"
Percy suddenly got dead serious, and said, "You run like hell." Both boys laughed until they hurt.