So yeah, this became a multi-chapter thing. Whoops.

This was requested by Juliakaze26, "…how about Jason has an accident on a quest or something and Nico takes care of him..." Jason has a sort of accident, but it's really more on a quest for maintaining Nico's pride. Hope you like it!

Jason knew it was kind of pathetic that the mortal had managed to land a blow on him at all. For the love of Jupiter, he was 6'1" and 204 pounds of muscle, with a dozen plus years of military training under his belt. Fat lot of good it had done him to be punched in the face by some homophobic noob that dare to say anything about Nico.

"So, was the quest for maintaining my valor really worth getting punched in the face?" Nico asked. Shortly after Jason had gotten decked, they had retired to home base (read: their lofty Seattle apartment) so Nico could take care of the quickly darkening bruise blossoming on the left side of Jason's face.

Jason pulled Nico closer so the younger man was settled between Jason's legs as the blond sat in one of their kitchen chairs. One of the nice things to come from this was the complete and undivided attention his boyfriend was giving him, gently wiping the bruise with a warm washcloth and giving Jason a very nice view of olive toned collarbone showing out from under Nico's black and gray flannel. "Definitely," Jason said, rubbing circles with his thumbs into Nico's hip bones, "Anyone who calls you that f-word is gonna have to answer to me."

"My hero," Nico said, a wry smile on his face. With one more swipe of the cloth on Jason's face, Nico pulled back. "You should probably ice that."

"Mm, later." Jason said, pulling Nico back to him, the half-Italian falling awkwardly into Jason's lap. The older blond pressed his face into Nico's neck, smelling the rich scent of Nico's aftershave. "You smell good, want cuddles," Jason insisted as Nico squirmed in his arms.

"If you don't ice your fucking face you're gonna be sore and complain all day tomorrow." Nico said gruffly, still reaching to run his hands through Jason's hair. He sighed as the Roman snuck a hand up his shirt, simply resting it on Nico's abdominals, content to just touch. "Indulge me, baby," Jason said into Nico's neck, knowing perfectly well of Nico's weakness for pet-names. There was a sigh from above as Nico hesitated to give in.

Wary, Nico muttered, "Then go lie down on the couch. I think we still have some of the bruise salve in the cupboard from Camp Half-Blood."

Jason perked up, pressing a few soft kisses to Nico's face, "Cuddle after?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ragazzo D'oro, cuddle after."

After all, who was Nico to deny his knight in shining armor?

Cute boyfriends being cute. Requests are open!

Translation:

Ragazzo D'oro – Should mean "Golden Boy" in Italian but I could be wrong. Correct me if I am, please.