A/N I ship Percabeth but I find it fun to mix and meddle with all the "what if's". No hate please.
Chapter one: Percy POV
I am not sure why he has this effect on me. He pisses me off alright... but there is something else. Something heavy and demanding that stirs in the pit of my stomach. I circled him, riptide at the ready as our sparring match dragged on.
He regarded me with a smirk on his chiseled face.
"Ready to give up yet Jackson?" he taunted. I laughed despite myself.
"In your dreams Grace" I spat out and lunged forward, slicing riptide in shimmering arc. His own gold sword intercepted me and for a second we were face to face - breathing hard and our eyes locked in a silent staring contest. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and see beads of perspiration as it leaked down the hollow of his neck. I was overcome with the sudden desire to latch onto his neck - taste the salt of his skin and feel his hard body pressed against mine. Smell that heady scent that was radiating from him and kiss those arrogantly set li-...
"At it again boys?" A voice came from the doors of the training room
I blinked, snapping out of that vision with a jolt and my body moved out of reflex, twisting his wrist and disarming him in one smooth move. He frowned, his pupils dilated and looked like he was about to say something , but I was already turning to greet Hazel who regarded me with a slightly confused look. I looked away and headed to the the water cooler, pouring myself a cup and drinking hurriedly.
Cool yourself Percy. I scolded myself while trying to ignore the rampant thoughts and the slight sudden tightness of my pants.
"Good Job" Jason said begrudgingly to my right. I turned to reply something witty that would probably make Annabeth proud and froze. Jason had stripped his sweat soaked shirt off and his head was tipped back as he gulped down some water, his Adams apple bobbing as his throat contracted and his torso slick with sweat. The tightness in my pants wasn't slight anymore.
"Y-You too" I managed to choke out and then with a hurried excuse of needing a shower I was out the training room and down the hallways of the ArgoII to my room.
I locked the door with shaking hands and slumped down behind it.
I have a crush on Jason Grace. I thought the words hesitantly.
I, Percy Jackson, has a crush on Jason Grace.
An image of his body flashed through my mind and my already hard cock twitched.
I groaned.
I am so fucked.