Percy P.O.V

"You really should make more of an effort to be friends with him. Just because he's from the other school, doesn't mean you two can't be close."

"Yes mom. Look, watch me. I'm going over to him right now."

I navigated my way through the few people scattered around the room. My mom had been invited to Mr and Mrs Grace's house, along with the rest of the neighbourhood. The Graces were a pretty normal, but slightly dysfunctional family. Zeus and Hera were the two leaders of the business world. Anyone who wanted to make a name for themselves knew who they were. They had two children, Thalia and Jason Grace.

Thalia was a really close friend of mine, someone I played videogames and hung out with whenever I could. Her straightforward blunt attitude was something I appreciated. Even through all of the hardness, I knew she harboured a soft spot for her brother.

Her brother.

Jason Grace. Blonde hair that was as soft as it looked and the same blue eyes Thalia had. Cute little scar at the edge of his mouth, and a muscled body that was the product of hours of playing on the field as the star quarterback of Jupiter high. Adorable, and attractive. He was reserved and quiet most of the time-most of the time. He certainly wasn't quiet when we were alone.

Did I mention the fact that I was fucking him?

He still hadn't noticed me getting nearer and nearer. I studied the way his back muscles sort of stretched the fabric of his purple shirt. There, just above the neckline somewhere between his shoulder and his neck, was an obvious hickey.

I suppressed a smile. 'Whoops.'

Thalia was talking to him, gesturing wildly with her hands as she talked about something. Probably her archery classes. Or Reyna. Or cheeseburgers. She caught my eye as I advanced, grinning widely.

"Percy!"

Jason's head turned so quickly I was scared he'd get whiplash. I came to a stop beside him, holding my hand out to bump fists with Thalia. I casually met eyes with Jason for a second, winking at him. The blush that spread across his face was adorable.

"Where's Annabeth? I thought she'd be coming with."

"She had to cancel at the last minute. Turns out there was a mistake on some big presentation for her bio class and well~" I sighed. "You know Annabeth."

Thalia winced in sympathy. They'd been friends for longer than I had been, so she knew the pain I suffered. "Maybe it's better that she can't come."

We simultaneously shuddered at the thought of a tense and angry Annabeth anywhere near liquor and expensive glass silverware.

Thalia shook her head and smiled, "Either way, you having fun? How've you been doing?"

"Oh it's all been good. Except for a tiny snafu."

Thalia sipped alcohol from the stolen wine glass she had in her hands. "Yeah? Whassit about?"

I couldn't stop the shit-eating grin form breaking out on my face this time. "My mom wanted me to go over and introduce myself to Jason. Speaking of~" I looked at him. "Hello Jason. It's nice to finally meet you."

Also, did I mention the fact that nobody knew I was fucking him?

Jason P.O.V

When I had first met Percy Jackson, it was during the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep and none of the usual tricks helped. Warm milk was a no-go. Music just kept me awake, and there was nothing new to watch. So a dip in the pool of the villa had seemed like a good idea. Except someone was already there.

Percy Jackson.

He was swimming laps with professional ease, slicing through the water with barely any effort. I'd felt content to just sit there and watch him, slowly spacing out until I realized that he was calling out to me.

"Hello? Um, bro?" A hand was waved in my face and I blinked up at him. Only to feel my face burn as I realized that he was half-naked and hot as fuck.

Green hair and black eyes, a chiselled jaw and those soft-looking lips pulled back over pearly whites. It was all I could do not to blatantly stare at the lean and tanned muscles that made up his torso, and the almost sinful way his six-pack flexed as he stretched his arms out. I'd seen a lot of muscular guys – it was impossible not to, given the fact that I played football – but there was just something about him that made my throat feel ridiculously dry.

"Are you okay? Should I get you water or…" I started when he tapped me on the shoulder. Oh my gods what was I doing?

"Uh, no I'm sorry I'm fine just fine it was just um I was- I was going to swim! Right." I mentally smacked my head against a table. Had he noticed my staring?

"Oh, I'm sorry. If it looked like I was hogging the pool then I am so sorry, I didn't think anybody would be out here this late."

I quickly shook my head. "Nah, I just came out here to think. Then I saw you and – I don't mean to pry or anything but are you a professional swimmer?" Then I realized what I had just said. And I smacked my head against a table again oh Jupiter I sounded like a stalker.

"Not really I guess? I'm the swim captain for Half-Blood High." Then he paused, cocking his head as he appraised me. "You look really familiar for some reason."

If this guy had met me, I don't think I ever would have forgotten him. "I don't think we've ever met though. I go to Jupiter high school." We went to rival schools, so there was a really high chance I had never seen him. Unless he participated in the glee or dance clubs.

"A Jupiteer huh?" He snorted, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. It made him look boyishly handsome. "So what's it like to go to a hellhole like that?"

Oh he did not just invoke the school rivalry.

"I don't know. I think you'd know better than me though, because you go to one yourself." The retort immediately shot out.

"I'm sorry, do you think Jupiter stands a chance against Half-Blood?"

"I'm sorry, but do you think Half-Blood is big enough to matter to Jupiter?"

"If you listen closely, you can hear the swim team laughing in the distance." I scowled at that. It was a low blow; Half-Blood had been winning swim tournaments since before I had enrolled in Jupiter. But he wasn't the only one who could dish them out.

"The football team can't hear anything." A crooked smile appeared on his face. I didn't know it yet, but I'd come to love it a lot, given the certain activities that followed it. At the time it was just annoying.

"The mathletes hear plenty." His face was inching closer but I barely noticed it. I had a school to defend dam* it.

"The debate club disagrees with them." My face was inching closer too.

"Let them disagree while our band plays at the millionaire's fundraiser." That incident had been one of the worst of them. The months that followed had lead to flash mobs and spontaneous singing at each of the rival schools, performed by bitter (for Jupiter high) and egotistical (for Half Blood high) students.

"I can't hear them over the glee club's singing at the state championships." That had invoked another round of flash mobbing. That school year was weird. He stepped even closer, his body wet against mine. I still hadn't realized how much distance between us was disappearing.

His eyes bore into mine. Then his voice dropped to a low murmur. "You're really cute when you're annoyed." And that was the moment I realized that I was backed up against a wall by this stranger who had the gall to insult my school. That wasn't really a problem. The problem was that I was liking it.

Maybe it was the fact that it was the middle of the night, or that I was still a little annoyed at how blatantly he had mouthed off Jupiter high. But I was feeling confident. "You don't look so bad yourself."

A smirk played on his lips. "Is that so, gorgeous?2"

"Nothing but the truth." My voice turned husky towards the end. If it was possible he moved even closer.

"Nah. Jupiteers never tell the truth." He still hadn't dropped that. I pushed my face forward until our noses touched.

"Half-Bloodeds are one to talk."

"Really?" Then my brain woke up from whatever hormone daze it was in when his forehead pressed against mine. Holy shit we were so close and what the fuck was with that gorgeous line, were we flirting was this flirting oh my gods oh my- then his lips pressed against mine. And I gave up on coherent talk.

When I had kissed others before, it had been nice. Soft, and gentle, and nice. This was different.

His mouth moved against mine in a passionate frenzy, and soon I felt his tongue probe against my lips. I immediately opened them and moaned in the back of my throat as he used his tongue to do wonderful things. I felt him growl, as he slipped a leg in between my thighs. A jolt of electricity ran through my body, and I moaned again. I gripped his biceps as he moved even closer – if that was possible. We broke apart for air, panting heavily. He stared at me with half-lidded eyes and proceeded to lick a stripe down my neck, sucking on my collarbone and tracing fiery kisses down my skin. I bucked against his thigh as he sucked on the sweet spot between my left shoulder and my neck.

He broke apart from me long enough to lean up and growl in my ear. "Looks like I found something interesting." Before I could respond, he went back to sucking on my skin. I tried my best to stifle the sounds that were forcing their way out of my throat.

Then his lips were against mine again, rhythmically moving as his tongue slid in through the opening. His thigh rose higher, and I jerked as he swallowed my moans. I brought my hands up to his hair and ran my fingers through the wet locks. We broke apart for air then, both of us breathing heavily. Our foreheads were still pressed together, his thigh grinding into me.

Then the thought of what I was doing slapped me in the podex. My eyes widened, and I hurriedly shoved him away from me. He stumbled a bit, but came to a stop when we were about a foot apart. My face felt red.

"Okay. Okay what the hell was that?" Had I just- in the middle of the night, had I just kissed- no made out with a random stranger? A hot stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.

He ran his fingers through his mussed up hair. "That. Was a kiss." Another glint appeared in his eyes. "And it seemed like you enjoyed it."

I held my hands up in a placating gesture, desperately trying to ignore how much my face was burning. "Um. What." He took a tiny step forward, and all of a sudden I was well aware of just how undressed he was. "Hold on, hold on!"

He tilted his head to one side, the infuriating crooked smile on his lips again. "What is it? Don't even try to hide the fact that you want to continue." Then he gestured to my- oh gods no.

If it was possible my face turned redder.

I licked my lips, hating how dry they felt. His eyes darted to my mouth then back up to me, lust evident in them. "We- we don't even know each others names." This made him pause.

"Huh. Forgot about that. You first then."

I couldn't believe this was happening. It all felt ridiculously surreal to me, but I tried to keep up the small farce of normalcy. "I'm Jason Grace. I'd shake your hand, but.. well I don't think this situation warrants that."

He snorted in amusement. "Yeah, I don't think the situation warra- holy shit what. You're Jason Grace?" He stressed the word Grace, expression unbelieving.

"Yeah. Why'd you ask?"

"Brother of Thalia?" I nodded. Then watched in surprise as he covered his face in his hands.

"Oh my gods, Thalia is going to kill me."

"Wait what? You know Thalia?"

He went on, groaning in misery. "Thalia is going to murder me with a fork because I just made out with her little brother, then she's going to murder me again with a spoon when I fuck him and~"

"WHAT? There was no fucking! No fucking absolutely no fucking involved whatsoever!" He removed his hands from his face and was suddenly as close to me as he was before. This time he held my chin, his other hand circling my lower back.

"There will be in the future. Judging by how you're reacting." The shit-eating grin was back on his face as he pressed his thigh between my legs again. "And by the way," he added, almost as if it were an after-thought, "My name is Percy Jackson."

Well shit. So this was Percy Jackson. Thalia had actually told me about him. I knew they were pretty close, judging by the amount of times I'd come home only to find her gone, hanging with him. She'd wanted me to meet him for a while now, saying we were both the same age and we seemed like we'd get along. But if she had told me he was a Half-Blooded… Then again, we did seem to get along pretty well. The fact that his lips were slowly inching towards mine proved that.

All thoughts of my sister and how much this was going to fuck me over left as soon as his mouth met mine.

'Oh gods he knows how to kiss.' It was still all hot frenzied making out, and soon – I wasn't exactly sure how – I ended up with my legs wrapped around his lean waist, my fingers threading through his hair.

His hands travelled down my body, from my neck to my chest, to the hem of my T-shirt. We broke apart for a few seconds do he could quickly pull it over my head and toss it far away. I grunted in surprise as he pushed off from the wall and carried me over to the deck chair.

I let out a manly yelp as he laid me out and quickly pinned my hands above my head, smirking when I shot him an affronted look. That yelp dissolved into more moans as he continued to suck at my collarbone.

"Quite a mouth on you Grace. Are all Jupiteers this loud or is it just you?"

"Sh-shut up!" I could feel my face turn even redder. "Fucking Half-Bloodeds…" My eyes bore into his. There was no doubt that the effect of my glare had lessened because of the fact that I was half-naked and held down.

"What was that?" The glint in his stare became more obvious, lust evident and plain as day. "Would you mind~" He straddled me properly, the wet flimsy material of his swim shorts not really hiding much, "repeating~" he leaned down to lick the shell of my ear "that?"

"Jackson, get off or else I swear to the Gods I will-mmf!" I widened my eyes when he pushed his body flat down against mine, meeting my lips with his. He wasted no time shoving his tongue in when I involuntarily whimpered. I could feel how wet his skin was, smell the slight tang of chlorine that covered him. His chest felt hot against mine, defined abs apparent.

I struggled to break free of the iron grip he had on me. There was a growl deep in his throat, and he pulled back to look at me. I felt infuriated at the smirk on his face, and more than a little bit turned on when I saw how dishevelled his hair was and the kiss-swollen redness of his lips.

"Not bad for a half-blooded huh?" My face was still stupidly red. This boy… "Yeah not bad, not bad at all." Fuck it. So this was how he wanted to play? Then we'd play.

"But any Jupiteer would be able to do a better job." His expression slowly shifted from confusion at my sudden confidence to delight. The smirk turned into a grin. I was slightly reminded of the Chesire Cat in the Alice in Wonderland story.

"Is that a challenge?" There was something that changed the quality of his voice.

I snorted at that "For it to be a challenge we'd have to be evenly matched. You're so far below me it's sad."

He laughed, the sound low and short. "I think you've forgotten what position you're currently stuck in Jason." Damn it, the way he said my name was sinful and completely unfair. But two could play at this.

I bucked my hips up, grinding them against him. His swim shorts really did hide nothing. I relished the startled gasp he gave and the hardness I could feel. The pressure holding my wrists together tightened. He smiled at me and whispered in my ear. "Game on."

All of a sudden I wondered if what I had done was a good idea.