Warnings: Yaoi, minor grammar mistakes, language.
Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
Summary: Percy and Jason can cause a lot of trouble in the kitchen while cooking. And make things messy. Very messy.
"Ugh, I hate cooking. "
Percy was standing in the camps fairly modern kitchen, a knife in his hand and an Blueberry in the other one. He was trying to cut the peel off the fruit, but he wasn't an expert in this like he was with Swords, and thus he literally cut his fingers more than the Blueberry itself.
And he could only blame one person for this: Jason.
The very cute and very skilful (although Percy would never say this out loud) gloden-blonde-haired boy had forced him, Percy the Son of Poseidon, known for defeating the Titans all around America, to cook with him and make some Blueberry pie.
But what Jason didn't know and what Percy never would dare mention, was that in fact…
The son of the Sea God sucked at cooking.
Fighting monsters without dieing: easy breezy. Being all cocky and full of himself around just everybody, sure: it had become an every day's act. Fighting for his friends and waging war against Gaea and he leading a group of Demigods to fight her: no fucking problem at all.
But to use a knife, an object he wasn't very fond of, since Annebeth liked to throw the dangerous weapons at him like he was some kind of target, to peel fruits and warming up some water to put the blue substance (it looked suspiciously like glue) that was in another bowl into it, was not something he had signed himself up for.
Only, he couldn't resist the pleading look The son of the Sky God had given him mere hours ago, and thus he was here, cursing after he cut his finger for the fifteenth time.
How the hell was he going to fight with his fingers like that, all stingy and bleeding!
The cursing had caught Jason's attention and he rushed over, taking the bloodied knife from Percy's wounded hand and inspecting the small but many wounds.
"I don't understand it: you can fight monsters without any trouble, but cutting a Blueberry that only needs to be peeled, you can't do? I think you have a serious problem, Percy."
The Son of Poseidon scratched his head with his unoccupied hand, and shot a confused look at Jason, "That's not true, ya know. Cutting Blueberrys isn't as much fun as sword fighting."
"Well unfortunately for your battle obsessed mind; there won't be any training today. So be useful for once or if you'd rather sit down and watch, then fine. But don't bother me while I'm making some Blueberry pie."
The son of the Sky God left Percy's side only to return to his own table where he was peeling some of his Blueberrys, before he looked back and frowned.
"It would be better if you put your hand under cold water: it'll stop the bleeding." He didn't pay any further attention to the other Demigod.
The Son of Poseidon grumbled a bit but then decided that it would indeed be better if he cleaned his hand. After he was done with that, he glared hatefully at the fruit that he had laid on the counter and walked towards the table, dropping down on the wooden chair.
He looked at Jason, and how swiftly he was with his hands, and he felt just a tad bit jealous when he admitted to himself that The son of the Sky God was a better cook than him.
Actually the best cook, since he couldn't cook at all.
After a few minutes he got bored and stared around, whistling an annoying tone that made Jason twitch his eye more than it was healthy, but he didn't bother stopping Percy. It's not like the boy would listen to him, after all.
Although it wasn't that bad: it has been a while that both of them were alone again. Most of the time Nico was clinging at Percy's arm while Leo was flirting with every pretty girl that he saw. Frank ate most of the time, and Hazel and the other girls were just hanging around camp.
But he couldn't blame them: Percy just had this aura around him that attracted people like a lamp would attract moths in the night. It wasn't just his looks; his unique style when he fought, the way he absorbed every important details about swordplay like a sponge, the way the air changed around him, and the most important thing about the boy: his thousands of facial expressions that kept fascinating Jason.
Yes, Percy was a very popular person, someone who every Demigod would like to challenge, if not for a battle between Demigods, then just for the fact that they would see this amazing guy and if they were lucky enough ride along with him.
And sometimes, Jason was a bit jealous. In a non-harmful way, of course, just the fact that all those unknown people were all around Percy was what made the little green monster of jealousy surface. He didn't like it when they touched The Son of Poseidon's body, nor when they dared to casually talk with him.
Jason snorted, 'And one more secret to add to the growing pile of secrets.' He liked Percy, a lot, like a friend, but recently more than that. It frightened him, since he'd never experienced this new feeling that was fluttering in his tummy whenever Percy was near, making his heart beat harder.
He glanced up at The Son of Poseidon, who had his feet casually on the table, crossed over each other, his eyes closed but not asleep; he was humming a song instead of the irritating whistling.
The son of the Sky God chuckled and turned around, throwing the sticky knife in the sink. He'd do the dishes later, he still had to put the pieces of Blueberry into the paste and then let it bake in the oven.
He grabbed the baking plate from the kitchen counter and started adding the freshly cut Blueberrys, piece by piece, in a certain order on the pie paste.
Jason was so focused on his task that he didn't even notice the movement of the boy sitting across him, who had opened his eyes to stare strangely at his best friend who seemed to be having fun with his Blueberry pie.
Percy never could understand the boy. Well yeah, sure, he did understand him, but sometimes Jason could be so mysterious and unreachable, like there were steel walls around him. He knew that the boy didn't have a whole lot of self-confidence, and he tried to change that by teaching The son of the Sky God new sword tricks or hanging out with him, just to see the smile on his face that he loved so much.
When Jason was alone with him, he'd notice that he'd drop the walls around him, confiding himself to Percy and openly talking with him. It also happens when Leo and Thalia were around, but he's more on his guard then, like he doesn't want to slip anything important.
The Son of Poseidon had learned over the years that Jason couldn't trust humans easily, and that it took a while before he fully trusted someone. Luckily, Percy was one of those people, and he'd like to believe that he was the only one.
Which, in some way, was true. Jason told him things that he had never told to anyone before.
It was nice to have such a close bond with the boy, and he couldn't help himself to want more, a bond deeper than friendship. He wanted to boy for him only, no one else. Not even that girl, Piper, would get him.
No, Jason belonged to Percy, the Storm of the Great Prophecy, and damn him if he wasn't going to take his chance at this opportunity when they were both alone.
Was he selfish thinking that way?
No, he didn't think that he was
He was just madly in love, and those feelings spoke more than words could ever say.
He stood up, stepping towards the blonde and rested his hand on Jason's shoulder, which made the boy look up, confused and irritated all together.
"What?"
Couldn't Percy see that the boy was busy?
That's what he thought when The Son of Poseidon grasped both of his shoulders now, so that he was completely facing the taller boy who had this glint in his sea-green eyes.
They stayed like that, Jason not knowing what Percy was trying to do by keeping his hands on his shoulders, and The Son of Poseidon was trying to figure out what The son of the Sky God was thinking right now. Probably about what Percy was trying to prove by distracting him from his yet-to-be-baked Blueberry pie.
Then he did something that he'd never expected to do – well; he did, but not now. Nonetheless, he wasn't going to complain, because Jason's lips were exactly like Percy had imagined them to be: soft to the touch and accented with a sweet taste.
He waited though before he continued, like he was readying himself for the worst beating up in his entire life, but none ever came. Jason was looking at him, his sky-blue eyes big and round like this wasn't happening for real, but just one of his many dreams that had come true.
Well fuck, Percy was going to make that dream into reality, and prove to Jason just how much the boy meant to him.
He added a bit more pressure to their kiss, their eyes both closing slowly, and Percy couldn't help himself but to wrap his arm around the boy's waist, pulling him closer so that both their clothed chests came in contact, while his other hand wandered up to the golden-blonde hair that he liked to touch.
"Ahh.."
The Son of Poseidon heard something, and he could swear it was Jason who had moaned, pushing his body even more against Percy, making his blood pump southward into his groin. His grip tightened, and he nipped at The son of the Sky God's lower lip, sucking and nibbling it, when the tip of his tongue pushed through the lips, Jason not resisting at all.
He had wanted this as much as Percy, he had dreamed about this scene for so long now that it was almost too good to be true, and now that they were kissing, battling with their wet muscles for dominance, he knew that the feelings he felt for Percy were real, that he had fallen in love with The Son of Poseidon.
With that weight finally off his shoulders, he couldn't help himself but press more against the warm and secure body, fitting perfectly, and moaning when Percy sucked sweetly on his tongue, pushing The son of the Sky God backwards until his lower back hit the end of the table.
"Shit, Percy."
Oh, great. He was stuck between a very aroused Percy (if the evident bulge in his denims could be any sign) and a kitchen table with the still unfinished Blueberry pie on it. Not really how he would have imagined his first make-out session, but beggars can't be choosers.
Percy gripped Jason's rear and lifted him up, putting the light boy on the table and continuing his ministrations, leaving Jason's hair to roam instead over his clothed chest. He could feel the beating of the boy's heart, not from fear but from pleasure. He smiled at that and caught the tempting lips again, only to leave them to kiss Jason's jaw line.
"Mhm, I-Percy,"
The noises that Jason was creating was like music in his ears, and he paid attention to every hitch in his breath, the different kinds of gasps and moans, and even his name escaping the blonde's mouth. He then separated Jason's legs to position himself between them, accidentally brushing his groin against Jason's thigh, which send shivers of pleasure down his spine.
"Fuck, Jason, you have no idea what you're doing to me," he groaned when Jason moved and pulled him by the collar of his shirt down with him on the table, their noses touching.
"I do, because you're making me feel just about the same as you."
He made himself clear by rolling his hips against Percy, both their clothed erections brushing each other and making them both gasp with the friction, arousing both of them even more.
"Shit," he hid his face in the nape of The Son of Poseidon's neck, panting and sending puffs of warm breath in Percy's ear, who in return shivered. He then slipped a warm hand under Jason's shirt, feeling the warm and soft skin underneath it and every movement of his muscles.
Jason pulled slightly back, a pretty blush spread across his cheeks and his eyes glazed over by lust, and it took Percy so much willpower to not screw the boy's brains out right here in the kitchen, because damn did he look fuckable.
He attacked the son of the Sky God's lips again, invading his mouth and coaxing the other boy to join while their hands roamed freely over one another's body, touching, experimenting, feeling the heating passion growing between them.
Percy's hand went slowly southwards and stopped at Jason's denims that was hanging lowly on his light tanned hips, hugging them perfectly. Said boy moaned deeply when another wandering hand caressed his back, up and down, and touching a sensitive spot just a little below his back.
The Son of Poseidon blinked, followed by a smirk and redid the action, receiving the same reaction from mere seconds ago. 'Perfect,' he thought. He could distract the boy while he unbuttoned Jason's pants.
But he only got that far when they both suddenly heard a loud crash coming from the house entrance, followed by a loud yell.
"Oh fuck, they're back."
He was having such a great time that he had totally forgotten that they were at Camp, and thus that thier friends and family could walk in on them anytime.
And knowing Nico, he would blackmail him for a long, long, very long time.
He turned his attention back to Jason, who was also staring at the kitchen door, and lowered down to the boy's ear.
"Next time, we're cooking at your house, and this time with aprons," he whispered huskily and winked at the furiously blushing Jason when he pulled back and took Jason with him into a hug, inhaling the delicious vanilla scent that was all over the boy.
"Uhm, Percy?" The son of the Sky God's voice was a bit muffled, since his face was practically pressed into Percy's chest, and the taller boy hm'd, a sign that he was listening.
"I think we should run away, because I promised Thalia the Blueberry pie for when she got back, and uhh…" they both automatically glanced back at the table, but no Blueberry pie in sight. Only when they lowered their eyes to the ground, did they see that while they were busy devouring each other, they had thrown the Blueberry pie on the ground, now only a pulp of yellow and brown.
Percy stared at it for a few minutes with an impassive face, before he slowly, in a very serious tone that he almost never used, said:
"We are so fucking dead."
And they turned around, stormed towards the backdoor and ran for their lives as one very pissed off Thalia came barging into the kitchen, screaming bloody murder when she saw her lovingly, sweet Blueberry pie laying destroyed on the ground.
Jason didn't come home for a whole week, so he stayed at Percy's house, since his parents weren't there – like usual...
Let's just say that Percy has finally started to appreciate the art of cooking.
Because isn't there a saying that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?
The End
Ryuu: Did you guys like it? I made this story for 3 reasons:
1) Firstly in honor of two writers Vampiri Amare & Fly With Converse, who made this Percy/Jason fanfictino that I thought was really good, and wanted to do one in honor of them.
2) I like this pairing because Jason & Percy just mesh well I guess.
3) Because there are no ACTUAL Percy/Jason stories! It's all about the Son of Neptune! Never really ever about just those two!
But anyways review!
Unitl next time!
Ryuu Out!