A.N- This is my first PJO fic, and my first Jake/Will fic.
Warnings- This is SLASH, boyxboy, a gay pairing. If it isn't your cup of tea, then leave now, press that back button and go. If there's any flames for the pairing, they will be used for a campfire. :)
Written- June 29, 2012.
Edited- June 29, 2012.
Posted- July 16, 2012.
It was later in the day, probably around 7:00 or 8:00, and the sun was starting to set. A small smile came to my lips as I reminded myself that it was actually my father driving his Sun Chariot across the sky so my Aunt Artemis could get her moon in the sky.
I sighed, for the first time in a few weeks, I have nothing to do. No one to heal, no campers to teach, I was a bump on a log, and it was killing me. Doing nothing gave me time to think, something I didn't want to do. When I started thinking, I remember all the lives I couldn't save. All the friends I didn't save. Then I remember the bodys Apollo's cabin- my cabin had to go through. Hardest was when we couldn't find a body, they were just gone. Like Micheal, my brother.
I could feel the tears pricking at my eyes, and I grumbled as they fell. I reminded myself that it wasn't my fault I was a son of Apollo, God of Medicine, making me a healer. I didn't mind that part, I loved the look of happiness when you help someone. However, I detest the fact that I'm also more emotionally vullnerable to situations like this, after a battle or war, when a lot of frineds- family really, died.
I looked down at my tanned hands through blurry eyes. I pulled my knees up to my chest, to keep crying. I felt like hiding my face, I was 18, and crying like a baby.
"Will?" I heard the soft voice and looked up at Jake. I openly admit, he's the only reason I'm sane right now. He's been the glue holding me together.
I patted the sand next to me, and he sat. Before he could say anything, I started talking. It was like a flood gate had been opened, or a dam broken. I looked at him, still crying, and whispered.
"So many, Jake, I couldn't save so many. Now they're dead. I could've done so much more, bu-" I was silenced by his hand over my mouth, but my tears continued flowing down my cheeks, and over his scarred hand.
He pulled me into his lap, my legs to the side, though we were almost the same size. His fingers wiped at my tears, then finally came to rest around my waist.
"Will. Listen, Will, it isn't your fault. You did your very best. No one blames you. Everyone knows you saved every person you could." He had pulled me closer and was setting his head on my shoulder. His arms tightened around my waist as his words worked their way into my brain, but my tears didn't stop.
One of Jake's hands had made it's way up into my hair and was playing with the blonde locks when I abruptly turned my head.
"Thank you, Jake. You're the best-" I stopped myself and flushed. I wasn't sure what we were, we'd never discussed it, always skirting around an awkward conversation of our true feelings. Then with the war, it got put on the backburner. But now, there was nothing to interupt us.
"The best what?" He asked, leaning his forehead against mine.
"I don't know." I finally whispered, closing my eyes. My tears had stopped. As I opened my eyes again, I saw his face come forward a fraction, and our lips connected. My hands snaked around his neck, and he leaned back into the sand, so I was leaning over him. My body moved without my permission, swinging a leg over his hips, so I was straddling him. We slowly parted and his brown eyes sparkled.
"That help?", he whispered, and I nodded, blushing, before kissing him again.
"Best boyfriend. Definatly the best.", I whispered against his lips, finally starting to believe his words.
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