AN: Hey guys! I got a really good response on my last story, The Only Exception, so I decided to write another. This one is, once again, Jasico. Please enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any of its characters. That right belongs to Rick Riordan.
Jason wondered why Nico didn't smile more often.
"It's because it makes me look weird," the Italian mumbled one night. "So I just don't." Jason never understood that. Because he had seen Nico smile. It was New Year's Eve, and the Seven and Nico were all standing, huddled into a group for warmth, waiting for the fireworks to go off. Then, when the bursts of color and loud claps of noise appeared, Ghost King smiled.
Jason stood in awe.
Because with that soft curve of Nico's lips, his eyes lit up. Those obsidian orbs became gems that sparkled with life, and the Roman's heart beat faster to the point where he was sure it would explode, his knees wobbled and his head spun. The only thing he could think was: Beautiful.
The Greek turned to him. "What?" He asked, but Jason wasn't listening anymore. He wrapped his arms around the other's waist and yanked him forward. "Jason, what are you-" He was cut off as the blond kissed him. He kissed him until he was sure that Nico was experiencing the same feelings he was. He pulled away, panting. He grinned. "Happy New Year." Nico flushed. "What was that for?" He whispered, confused. Jason grinned.
"You have a beautiful smile."
AN: Well, that's it. Sorry it was so short. I hope you enjoyed it! :)