An excuse to write some slash (no likey? don't read it.) and involve Movie Version (AKA. Hipster Version) Grover, because he needs love now that he's not in the Heroes of Olympus :(. Anyway, enjoy!
Jason Grace was sexy as hell and Percy Jackson knew it all too well. Not that Percy himself wasn't an icon of girls' wet dreams but Jason? Now that was an ass (both figuratively and literally) worth ogling. Not that Percy would admit he ogled. He especially wouldn't admit to ogling over Jason that's for sure. Or that he thought that Jason was an ass.
Piper had broken up with Jason after last month's trip to Olympus to save the gods once more. She had claimed to need space to think about her goals and have some time to recuperate. She had taken up daily swordsmanship training under Clarisse and had been spending time with the Athena cabin. He and Annabeth however, were a different story.
Annabeth herself had thrown herself into her work on making Camp Halfblood more like it's Roman counterpart in ways of education and living style. When the two actually had time to talk it was awkward and felt forced. Though she had been giving him weird looks lately. But they looked more pissed than anything, which probably meant they were over. So it was perfectly natural to ogle the son of Jupiter's ass, right?
Percy's head slammed down onto the Poseidon table. He had asked Leo earlier in the day if he knew any ways to end a crush. Leo had just scoffed, saying that the only knowledge he could give his was how to get girls, not get rid of them and that if Percy was insinuating what he thought he was insinuating then so help him he was going to-
It was dinnertime and the pavilion was full, more full than the last time Percy had seen it considering the new 'demigod exchange' program that had been put in place between the Roman and Greek camps. Grover, who sat at the table with Percy, looked at him quizzically before saying,
"What's up with you?"
Percy lifted his head to glare.
"Oh heck no, I know what you're thinking in that brain of yours," Grover's pitch took on that of a prepubescent girl's voice. "Oh Grover, I'm being all angsty and I'll calling you an ass in my mind." He switched pitch again. "Well tough shit. I'm a satyr, half goat, not donkey so that won't work on me! Plus angst doesn't suit you."
The thunk of Percy's head hitting wood drew a few glances from the other tables who quickly turned back to their conversations. It wasn't like he didn't appreciate Grover's attempt at a pep talk but it wasn't what he was in the mood for.
"This is the part where you tell Grover all your troubles, I offer you advice, and then you go and do something stupid that works,"
Percy sighed and gave in. Curse the persistence of Satyrs. "It's Jason."
"You're angsty about Jason? What, are you afraid he'll steal your fangirls?"
"Shut up! No it's not about the damn fan clubs. He's just so...irritating!" he announced frustratedly. The blond himself wasn't sitting alone but instead had a mix of Roman and Greek demigods filling in the seats around him. Chiron had laxed up on which tables which demigods sat at but majority tended to stick to their house table, with it being a habit and all.
"Fangirl stealing irritating or hotshot hero irritating?" Grover said with a raised eyebrow.
"GAHH!" Percy pulled up his head and threw up his hands in defeat and it all came tumbling out of his lips. "I mean he's kind of a jerk yet a bit of a badass and a hero so I respect him except the times when he's being a jerk but then there are the times where he's nice and acts like he's the nicest person on earth and now the fact he's also a hero like me but then there's his hair! And his-" ass.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it. You sir, are starting to act like a girl. And hair? What about his hair?"
Percy stuttered and falter, trying to find the right words. Meanwhile Grover sipped his coke and raised an eyebrow.
"It's...blond?"
"Oh. Oh." Grover then started laughing and shaking his finger at Percy.
"What?!"
"You like him."
"What the hell? No!"
"Don't deny it. You've always had a thing for blonds. Annabeth for example, and don't forget that one girl back in-"
More head thunking followed.
"-Not that I care that you're in love with a guy. We satyrs are all about love and peace and tolerance. Plus everybody else is too busy with almost constantly dying so I doubt they care."
Repeated slams of Percy's head (sounding suspiciously like S.O.S. in morse code) went around the pavilion. Some of the other tables glanced over in pity and curiosity but went back to their conversations almost immediately.
"So what're you going to do?"
"What the hell can I do? Go up to him and announce 'I like you, wanna date?'"
"Knowing you, you'll end up doing that anyway."
Percy rose from the table. "I think I'll ask one of the Morpheus kids to put me in a coma," he said, getting ready to march there before Grover tugged on his sleeve so hard that he fell back onto the bench and (accidentally this time) banged his head on the table.
"Now hold it." Grover munched on his finished can between words. "How about you just ask the Aphrodite cabin to make you a celibacy potion?"
"Can they even do that? I thought they just painted their nails all day -save Piper. And doesn't that go against the whole love thing anyway?"
"Surprises at every corner, my friend. They've had to use it in cases of severe stalking and lovesick people and whatnot."
Percy nodded. "I'll do that. But first I'm going to the medic bay." he rubbed his aching head. "I think I have a concussion."
"So what do you need this potion for again?" Lacy raised her eyebrow questioningly.
Percy sighed and recited his story once more. "I need it for one of the Hephaestus kids, apparently he's so lovesick over some Athena girl he refuses to go to any classes and keeps causing trouble in the forge. Leo sent me to pick it up." Percy smiled inwardly as Lacy handed over the potion, all traces of doubt gone. Mentioning Leo had yet to fail in any situations of requiring trust. Not like there had been many of those...
He walked away and Lacy sighed, turning to head back into the cabin. She stopped short when she saw a second bottle missing off the shelf, which she remembered was a deep crimson liquid and she tried to think of what color had she given him. Translucent? Was that it? Now if only she could remember the rhythm for identifying potions. Was it 'clear, no love here' or 'red, the love is dead'? 'Clear, and love appears' or 'Red and the love will spread'? She shoved the thought to the back of her mind, thinking that if she had messed up then she could blame whoever had taken the other.
Somewhere in the distance, two twins cackled evilly and lorded over their prize.
"You seriously are going to do this aren't you?" Grover said from where he leaned against the door frame.
"There's no other way."
"There's always another way. Hell if you drink that you may never fall in love again!" Grover protested moving from the wall to stand a few feet in front of Percy. Before Grover could launch into a speech Percy uncapped the vial and downed it in one gulp.
Grover stared wide eyed as Percy closed his eyes and shook his head with a 'brrrrrah' followed by a 'woo'.
"H-how do you feel?" Grover asked cautiously, looking nervously at Percy's face.
"Great. I don't think I've felt this good since I defeated that one giant. Oh my god, do you see that sunset? Can't waste it. Later!" An overly peppy Percy stated, starting to walk off.
"Where are you going?!" Grover shouted after him.
"For a walk! What else?" He broke into a jog, leaving Grover to wonder what the side effects of that potion were.
A sweaty Jason rung out his hair from swimming in the ocean. Swimming lessons were now required at the camp lake and for those more advanced, the ocean.
"No matter what happens to it, it seems to stay gorgeous." A voice came from his right. Jason turned to find him face to face with one Percy Jackson.
"Um, what?"
"Your hair," Percy spoke again, shifting towards Jason. "It always looks perfect."
"Jackson are you high?" Jason said, leaning away from the bright-eyed demi-god before him.
"High off you maybe." He said, pressing closer to Jason in retaliation, and then leaning all the way forward to smell his hair.
"Jackson," Jason growled, moving to push Percy away but Percy's hands stopped them.
"It's Percy, actually." He said just before closed the distance between their lips.
Name: Jason Grace. Species: Demigod. Godly Parent: Jupiter. Other Relations: Thalia Grace, sister. Occupation: Killing Monsters, Staying Alive. Currently: Being brain-fucked.
Jason's world was one that was pretty simple, and even had a day to day schedule that went something like this: Get up, get breakfast, hang out, battle some monsters, go through camp schedule, eat some more, sleep. So when checking his mental schedule, and finding no mentioning of being kissed by Percy Jackson at any time, he became confused. Plus the fact that it was Percy doing the kissing was the kicker.
All thoughts of schedules and kickers and dinner melted from his mind as Percy shifted, allowing better access to his mouth and felt Percy's tongue swipe at his bottom lip before taking it within his teeth. Jason gasped and Percy took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. Both of their minds became a haze and they were only vaguely aware of their hands slipping under shirts, pushing hips together or becoming tangled in the other's hair. They were so occupied with each other that the world seemed to drift away and they didn't notice the number of figures huddled in the bushes on the outskirts of the forest, watching.
"No way, no way, no way did I just lose!" Leo urged and threw up his hands before falling on the floor in a dramatic gesture. Grover was in a similar state only bashing his horns against the tree in front of him. He hadn't been in on the bet, preferring to be neutral in his best friend's war with love. Too bad being moral just didn't earn you money.
"I believe everyone knows who the winner is?" Annabeth smirked.
"Ah, ah, ah, we won." the Stroll twins argued in unison.
"And what makes you think you two devious beings won?"
"Ahem, beach liplock over there-" Conner jerked a thumb at the almost pornographic scene taking place.
"I don't think so." She interjected. "You guys cheated."
"Cheated?" Travis mock-gasped and held his hand over his heart as if offended. "Why what do you mean?"
"Don't think I didn't notice two thieves sneaking into the Aphrodite cabin after you listened in on last night's mess hall conversation."
"Fine, smartass." He grumbled as he dug around in his pocket for cash.
She went around the circle, palm up as everyone reluctantly slapped down their money and as the pile increased her smug smile grew wider and wider. Annabeth counted it and when satisfied that all was accounted for, shoved it in her pocket and looked on at the kissing -though by now that word seemed too...innocent for what they were doing with their mouths- couple with the rest of the depressed group.
Travis, sighed and broke the silence.
"So who wants to bet on how long it'll be till they have sex?"
Tell me what you think! Writing suggestions welcome! If you're a fan of the pairing say hi and who knows, maybe if I get enough reviews I'll even throw in an extra smut chapter ;)
~ Authoress