AN: Well, golly gee. I wasn't planning on continuing this, but in the midst of avoiding NaNoWriMo, I was inspired to write a chapter two. Which means that this has officially become a multi-chap, and will be continued beyond just this chapter. Cheers.

As with chapter one, this is dedicated to Taffeh A. Llama-because she doesn't actually know I've been working on this at all, but I really hope she likes it.

This chapter is kind of...not as fluffy as the first. It's not really angsty at all, of course, but yes. Not quite as fluffy as chapter one.

Also, there isn't a playlist for this chapter. There is an overall one for the rest of the fic, but for this chapter, there isn't one.

Warnings: Mostly the same as chapter one. Still slash, a little bit more language in this one. Um, actually this one has mentions of sex, and a brief make out scene. Because reasons.

Disclaimer: Still, unfortunately, not mine. Percy Jackson and all associated themes belong to Rick Riordan. The plot belongs to me. The song lyrics at the end belong to Nickelback.

Onwards and Enjoy!

~THF

Early September finds Jason back at school, a thousand miles away from his boyfriend. Jason knows all of the teenagers surrounding him, stopping by to greet him and ask him about his summer, but he doesn't care about any of them.

"Jason! My main man! My home brother!" The Latino drops into the desk next to Jason, grinning as he lightly punches Jason on the arm. "I was hoping we'd have homeroom together!"

"Hey, Leo," Jason says, and he smiles at his best friend's antics.

"Dude, I haven't seen you all summer," Leo says, shaking his head. "Let me tell you, life is just not as good when I don't get to see your pretty face every day."

Jason gives Leo an amused smile. "I'm sure bunking with Piper made up for it. How was Italy, by the way?"

Leo's cheeks turn a little red, and he gives Jason a mischievous smile. "You ever meet someone, and the first thought in your head is, 'I'm going to marry them one day'?"

Jason thinks of eternal sex hair, lively eyes, and sharp hipbones. He hopes he isn't blushing as he asks, "Did you meet a girl over in Italy?"

Leo grins. "Nah. But I did meet a guy, so…"

Jason coughs. "Sorry, what? Since when do you like guys?"

"I don't," Leo mumbles, glancing down at his lap with a goofy smile. "It's just Nico."

And Jason gets it, because he's Jason, and he understands that sexual preference isn't as black and white as 'gay or straight.'

"Hey, babe," Percy says when he picks up the phone, his voice husky and tired, like it always is when he's just woken up.

"Hey," Jason says, and he feels a wide grin stretch over his mouth. "Did I wake you?"

"Yeah, but I don't mind. I fell asleep whilst doing homework."

Hearing Percy's voice makes a certain warmth pool in Jason's stomach, and Jason drops his backpack to the floor and toes off his sneakers, slumping onto the couch. He and Percy have spoken on the phone almost every day, these two weeks that Percy's been back with his mom in New York, and even though it's not the same as Percy being beside him, speaking into his ear and driving Jason crazy, it's still better than nothing.

"I just got home from school," Jason says, drawing his knees to his chest and shutting his eyes. He can hear Percy breathing over the phone, and it sends chills down his spine. He can almost pretend that Percy is sitting on the couch next to him.

"How was your first day?" Percy asks, in that supportive boyfriend way that Jason associates solely with Percy. Percy started school a week ago, so Jason has already treated Percy to a similar question.

"It was good seeing Leo and Piper again. I didn't realize how much I missed them over the summer."

Percy laughs. "That's because you were so preoccupied with me, right?"

"Right," Jason agrees, and they both laugh.

"Hey, Jase," Percy says, regaining his composure, "I've got to go. My mom is calling me for dinner. I'll call you again later tonight, okay?"

"Okay," Jason echoes. He's always known that being so far away from Percy was going to be hard, but he still hates the distance and time difference. When the line goes dead, Jason pulls his phone away from his ear and starts their playlist. Since Percy left, he's downloaded every song to his iPhone, but it still doesn't feel right without Percy singing along and purposefully botching every lyric.

Jason sighs. Two months, he reminds himself. Just two months until Thanksgiving break. Two months until I get to see Percy.

"I feel like everyone got a boyfriend over the summer except for me," Piper complains jokingly, draping herself over the couch. "It's really upsetting. I'm prettier than both of you bitches, and I'm still single."

Jason snorts, and Leo wiggles his hips at Piper. "Suck it up, Beauty Queen. We all know you could have your pick of the litter here in California if you wanted."

"And," Jason adds, "we never get to see our boyfriends, anyways. It's kind of like they don't exist half of the time."

Piper rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. You and Percy are always texting, and Leo and Nico Skype constantly."

"Yeah," Leo agrees, softly, a rueful smile pulling at his lips, "and we miss each other like crazy."

Piper sighs. "You're both seeing your boyfriends for Thanksgiving. What am I doing? Gaining three pant sizes and watching Silena and Charles make out on my couch."

Leo winces. "That is pretty bad. I don't even like to be in the same vicinity as Silena and Beckendorf when they get at it."

"So you see my problem!" Piper exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air. She turns to Jason. "Please, for the love of God, don't leave me here with Leo, Nico, Charles, and Silena. Take me with you to New York."

Jason shakes his head. "Percy and I won't be any better than Nico and Leo, or Silena and Beckendorf."

Piper grunts, falling back on the couch. "I hate both of you so much."

Percy has Jason up against a wall before Jason can even say that Percy has a nice apartment.

"Oh, God," Jason moans into Percy's mouth, and Percy's knee pries apart Jason's legs.

"I missed you," Percy mutters, moving from Jason's mouth. He nips at Jason's jaw, presses searing, open mouthed kisses down Jason's neck. Jason whimpers.

"I missed you, too," he breathes, and grinds his hips into Percy's.

Percy groans, and then his hands are underneath Jason's ass, hoisting Jason's feet off of the ground and dragging a surprised yelp out of Jason's mouth.

"Hey!" Jason protests, instinctively wrapping his legs around Percy's waist as Percy pulls him away from the wall, carrying Jason further into the apartment. "You can't just carry me around like I'm a sack of potatoes!"

"I'm topping right now," Percy retorts. "I'll do as I damn well please. Later, when you top, I fully expect you to do the same. Now, shut up. All this talk of potatoes is turning me off."

If Percy's hair usually looks like he's just had sex, after Jason finishes with him, it looks like he might have just barely escaped the clutches of a tornado. Jason feels very proud of himself.

"Ugh," Percy groans as he slides into his boxers. "Hot damn, Grace, could you have been any rougher? My ass is killing me."

Jason smirks and tugs his jeans on over his boxers. "You know you like it rough."

"Yeah," Percy says, grinning and pulling his boyfriend in for a gentle, sweet kiss. "I do."

Across the apartment, a door slams shut, and Percy jumps.

"Oh, shit!" he cries. "Mom and Paul are home!"

Jason pulls on a long-sleeved shirt (he decides to skip the t-shirt he wore on the plane for obvious reasons—it's fucking cold in New York) and looks at himself in Percy's mirror. Both teens are flushed, and there's a very prominent hickey just above the collar of Jason's shirt. There's no question about what they've been doing.

"Percy?" A woman's voice echoes from across the apartment, and Percy gives Jason a wide eyed look as he stumbles into his skinny jeans.

"Hang on, Mom!" Percy hollers, yanking on a t-shirt and looking over himself in the mirror. His clothes are rumpled from where they were haphazardly tossed on the floor before, and his hair is noticeably more tousled than it normally is. Percy curses.

"For the love of God," he mutters, shaking his head. He runs his fingers through his hair a few times, to no avail, then shrugs at Jason.

"In hindsight," Percy says lightly, "we could have timed that a little better."

"Round Two was totally necessary," Jason quips, but he's got that weird, nervous, and anticipatory feeling in his stomach, and he thinks he might throw up. He's not prepared to meet Mrs. Blofis, especially not after fucking her only son into his mattress.

"Come on," Percy sighs, grabbing Jason's hand and pulling him out of his bedroom. "I'm going to introduce you to my mom."

"You must be Jason," the woman in the kitchen says. She's a mirror image of Percy—older and grayer and female, yes, but her smile is just as bright and just as warm. Jason instantly feels welcome.

"Hi, Mrs. Blofis," he says, feeling his cheeks flush. He hopes he doesn't look too ruffled as he holds out his hand for Percy's mom to shake.

Mrs. Blofis ignores his hand and pulls him into a tight hug, whispering, "Call me Sally, sweetie." Jason stiffens momentarily, then relaxes against her. He's not used to hugs from anyone other than Piper, but Mrs. Jackson smells like pie, and Percy is giving him an encouraging smile over her shoulder.

When Sally pulls away, she looks over the two boys, a smirk stealing over her mouth. "Did you at least use protection, Percy?"

"Mom!" Percy gasps, scandalized, his cheeks turning scarlet. Jason blushes, too, but laughs along with Sally.

"What's this about protection?" A man comes up behind Sally, wrapping an arm around her waist, and she grins up at him.

"Nothing, dear," she says, her eyes twinkling. She points at Jason. "This is Percy's boyfriend, from California. Jason, this is my husband, Paul."

"Jason, huh?" Percy's step dad rubs his chin, looking Jason over. "It's good to meet you, son."

Jason shakes Paul's hand. "It's nice to meet you, too, sir."

As soon as Jason lets go of Paul's hand, Percy drapes his arm over Jason's shoulder, kissing the top of his head.

"Do you need any help with dinner, Mom?" Percy asks, a blinding grin in place. From Percy's expression, Jason can tell that the meeting went better than Percy expected.

"I'm fine, sweetie," Sally says, smiling and shaking her head. "Why don't you take Jason into the living room and find a movie?"

So that's where they go. And Percy tells Jason that his mom and step dad already adore Jason, and Jason waits until he hears the soft lilt of Paul's and Sally's voices from the kitchen before he leans in quick and kisses Percy.

It doesn't feel like it's been two and a half months since they last saw each other, oddly enough. Percy still feels comfortable, and that's what Jason has always liked about him.

After dinner, Percy helps Sally clean up the kitchen, and sends Jason into the living room to choose a board game with Paul. Thanksgiving isn't for another three days, but Percy insists that board games are mandatory.

"So, Jason," Paul says, slowly, as they rifle through the closet of board games, "I know Percy isn't actually my son, but I feel a responsibility towards him. I'm sure you got this same interrogation from his dad in California, too, but I just want to make sure we're all on the same page here."

Jason pulls Monopoly off the shelf and rests it against his hip, turning to look at Paul. "Sir, is this where you pull out your gun and give me the 'don't hurt my daughter' speech?"

Paul laughs, probably harder than Jason's comment actually warrants, and has to step away from the closet.

"Well, Percy isn't my daughter," he says, still grinning, "and I don't have a gun, and I'm not going to threaten you. I just want to talk. Where do you plan on going in your life, and how does Percy fit into the equation?"

Jason considers, sobering. "Honestly, sir? I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I just know that I want Percy with me, whatever I do."

And that seems to be enough for Paul, because he nods, grins, and slaps Jason on the shoulder.

Later, once Percy and Sally join them, Jason hears Paul whisper to Percy, "He's a keeper."

"Jason, meet my two best friends, Annabeth Chase and Rachel Dare."

Jason shakes the hands of the two girls—one all sharp angles and sharper gray eyes, and the other all soft curves and tousled red curls—as he and Percy sit down at the table. The girls survey him for a moment, and the blond smiles.

"It's nice to meet you," she says. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm Annabeth."

"And I'm Rachel," the redhead adds.

Jason gives them an amused smile. "Oh, you're the two who put together the summer fling playlist."

Rachel laughs, hard. "Yeah," she says, grinning. "Percy texted us the day after he met you, raving about some blond haired, blue eyed cutie that he couldn't stop thinking about. He said you really enjoyed the playlist."

"Well, yeah." Jason shrugs. "You have good taste in music."

Annabeth sips at her lemonade and fans herself. Percy and Jason met up with Annabeth and Rachel at The Amazon, a Brazilian restaurant in downtown New York. There's one in California, too, that Jason and Percy frequented over the summer.

"When we created the playlist," Annabeth says, "we weren't actually expecting Percy to meet someone he wanted to continue a relationship with past the end of the summer. He's not good at long distance relationships." She smiles, a little sadly, and Jason gets the feeling that there's more to Percy's and Annabeth's shared history than just friendship.

"We're glad he met you, though," Rachel adds, and Jason blushes. "You should see him talk about you. He's like a kid on Christmas Eve, bright eyes and bubbling excitement every time someone says your name. He's really head over heels for you, you know?"

"I think that's enough," Percy interrupts, wrinkling his nose. Jason still can't help but think Percy looks adorable when he wrinkles his nose like that—next to Percy's embarrassed flushed cheeks, it's his favorite look on Percy.

"Oh, you don't want to tell them the story of how you wooed me?" Jason jokes, and Percy sticks his tongue out at him.

Annabeth lets out a noncommittal laugh. "Trust me, we've heard the story enough times. Very touch-and-go. Hollywood cute."

"Annabeth isn't much for a good love story," Rachel says, rolling her eyes. "I find it absolutely adorable, the way you guys met and everything. Like Annabeth said, it's the kind of story that almost never happens outside of the movies."

Yeah, Jason thinks, yeah, it is. He grins and kisses Percy on the cheek. Because relationships like this one don't just happen in real life.

It feels like nothing could go wrong, to Jason. And that's why, when he pulls away from Percy to study his profile, he feels the giddy happiness of finally being around Percy again fade into something darker—like anticipation, only not the good kind.

Jason is just waiting for things to turn sour, which is why the song playing on the radio in The Amazon makes him feel sick.

Something's gotta go wrong, 'cause I'm feeling way too damn good.

Fin.

The song at the very end is Feeling Way Too Damn Good by Nickleback. It's a great song, go check it out.

Chapter three will be posted early December, probably. Cheers!

Hope you liked it as much as chapter one, Jahfy (;

~THF