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Nico continued to studiously ignore Percy as he unpacked the rest of his boxes. He'd been trying to get completely moved in for almost a week, but kept getting distracted. But with Percy trailing along after him he needed something to occupy him. And boy did Percy trail after him. Before tonight, Nico never realized just how small ten feet was. Every time he had to climb up to the loft to put something in either the bedroom or office, Percy was right behind him. There would be no privacy until this was resolved it seemed.

Nico was at a loss for what exactly to do when he finally ran out of things to put away. It was only eleven pm, and normally he'd log on and play a few games with Frank, but one careful glance at Percy revealed bleary eyes and yawning. Yawning that involved stretching. Stretching that involved clothes not lying where they were supposed to. Nico shook his head, avoiding that train of thought.

It was odd to him, that Percy could be so tired so early, though he supposed dying was as good of a reason as any to be a little exhausted. And Nico's sleeping habits weren't exactly considered normal, or so Hazel told him. But Percy seemed ready to collapse at any minute, and Nico decided to have a little mercy on him. Even if he was pretty wide awake. "You wanna go ahead and get some sleep?" Percy nodded slowly, unable to answer around another delicious yawn. "Well, I think I have some spare linens we can put on the couch-"

"Neeks, I can't sleep on the couch." Nico frowned, brows furrowed.

"Why not?" Percy scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, avoiding Nico's gaze.

"Well, for starters, it's too small." Nico balked, eyes darting between the loveseat and Percy. A few rotations confirmed that the sofa was, in fact, too small.

"I guess I can sleep on the couch." He sighed in resignation. It wasn't an uncomfortable place to sleep, it just wasn't his bed either.

"Well, that brings us to the second problem." Nico's eyes narrowed as Percy continued. "The couch is too far away."

Silence.

"Too far away?" It occurred to Nico that he knew exactly what Percy meant, however, his mind couldn't quite seem to reconcile the meaning with the application.

"I mean, yeah. It's way more than ten feet. I've been giving this some thought, and it's not like,a huge deal if we just share the bed," Percy kept talking, Nico watched him, the way his mouth just went through the motions of speech, but Nico heard none of it. He was expected to share a bed with Percy Jackson? His breathing got shallower, his heart racing, and his palms sweating. And as his thoughts were swimming - as well as his vision - Percy didn't seem to notice. He just stood there, rambling and gorgeous and -

"AH!" Nico screamed, throwing his hands into the air and stalking away, Percy right on his trail.

"C'mon Neeks, like I said, it's not a deal. Jay and I shared a sleeping bag once in Maine. It was super cold, and we were chasing a chimera." Nico continued to ignore him, yanking open his drawers and tossing clothes onto his bed. Once the dresser was empty he assembled the pile into a mass somewhat resembling a wall and gestured wildly at the right side.

"Don't cross the pile." Percy pursed his lips, like he wanted to make a point, but one look at the manic gleam in Nico's gaze shut him right up. He pulled off his shirt, dropping it unceremoniously onto the floor,and dove under the covers. Nico wanted to scream again. He resisted, stomping to his side of the bed and climbing inside. He wasn't even a little tired.

It didn't take long for Percy to fall asleep, and Nico decided to occupy his time with a little Pokemon. He was just working on filling out his Pokedex, having already beaten it a couple months ago. The going was a little difficult, especially since what he needed was previous generation starters and the only people trading those wanted level one legendaries. But after a little grinding and finally getting a Cyndaquil, he turned to see Percy out like a light and drooling.

Nico huffed, smiling fondly, and ruffled his hair. Percy made a weird noise, somewhere between a giggle and a snort, and kissed Nico's palm. Nico blushed, yanking said hand back and scowling. With his arms crossed, he turned away, scooting against the clothing barrier. Percy was even more unbearably cuddly when unconscious. Nico tried to go back to the game, but kept getting distracted by Percy's tossing and turning. Chancing a glance back over, he found the boy seeking what Nico could only imagine was his hand. Annabeth's hand, he corrected.

Still, he took pity on him, placing one hand over the pile and grasping Percy's searching one. Percy's hand was cool, a nice contrast to Nico's heated and admittedly sweaty palm. Percy clenched Nico's hand and the boy calmed down, his breathing evening out. With a bit of resignation he closed the DS and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

He almost succeeded when Percy fell on top of him, having rolled over the wall of laundry. Nico yelped, pushing himself away violently and tumbling onto the hard floor. Percy just let out a loud snore, oblivious to the world. Nico stood slowly, rubbing his sore ass, and climbed into the opposite side of the bed.

He should have known that being nice to Percy never ended well. A bit of glaring at the ceiling and the next thing he knew Percy had his arms tightly around him. Nico tried, unsuccessfully to pull away, startled out of his light slumber. Percy was still on his side of the bed, but his arms had come through the clothes, holding Nico close. Struggling was futile, Percy's grip was like iron. Nico had to resort to wriggling down and out of his grasp, once again falling off of the bed.

Eyeing Percy suspiciously, Nico backed away slowly. He needed a distraction. Nico grabbed his pillow, leaving him without one, and placed it in Percy's arms. Percy snuggled into it, grinning like an idiot, and rolled back over. With that Nico crawled back into bed, more than exhausted, and fell right back to sleep.

He almost screamed as Percy somehow yanked him over the wall, waking him up. The pillow was missing, and Nico's face was pressed intimately against Percy's chest. Pushing did nothing, and as Nico tried once again to wriggle away, Percy just hooked his leg around Nico's torso pulling him even closer. Nico glared up at Percy, temper well and truly lost, but came up short at the contented look on Percy's face.

Nico's heart fluttered with the realization that Percy looked that happy because he was holding him. He refused to acknowledge the fact that Percy didn't know who he was snuggling with, ignored the fact that he'd never be this affectionate awake and even if he was, it didn't mean anything. Instead of dwelling on that he kicked his clothes onto the floor and burrowed his nose into Percy's neck, relishing the scent that was one hundred percent Percy. And redirecting a stray hand when Percy went to grab his ass.

It was warm and cozy when Percy started to regain consciousness. He squeezed the person in his arms, kissing their forehead and loving the cute cooing he received in return. The form scooted impossibly closer, wriggling against him. Percy smiled lazily, opening his eyes and finding a Nico in his arms. A Nico who was super adorable when he wasn't scowling or glaring at anything.

Percy decided these were feelings better left for another time. Or never, whichever happened sooner, and gently detached himself. Nico grumbled wrapping his arm around Percy's waist and burrowed his face into Percy's neck, whispering in Italian. "Tornate. Voglio toccare il tuo culo. Gattini sono carine." Percy blushed, rolling over to check the time. It was almost eight. He'd overslept. Not that he had anything pressing to do, but keeping a routine was good for staying focused.

Bracing himself, Percy struggled out of bed, leaving Nico to huff and try to get comfortable again. Normally he'd start off with a jog, but seeing as he couldn't leave the apartment, he'd have to settle for jogging in place. Percy shoved some of the clothes that somehow ended up on the floor during the night into a serviceable pile and began warming up. The clothes were to deafen his footfalls, and if Nico's sleep murmuring was anything to go off of it was working.

He had worked from cardio to strength training and just started his sit ups when he noticed a very flustered Nico staring down at him. "What time is it?" Percy pretended not to notice how cute the blush on Nico's cheeks were, instead continuing his workout.

"Almost nine?" Nico groaned, flopping back on the bed and rolling over.

"Then why are you up? It's so early." The last part was a whine and Percy found it impossible to keep going as he chuckled.

"I normally get up around six thirty." Nico peeked around his elbow, aghast.

"Disgusting! I sometimes don't make it to bed till then. Stop being sweaty and gross." Percy chuckled, leaning his back against the bed.

"I'm not sweaty, I'm glistening." He was rewarded with a pillow to his face. "C'mon Nico, if you are up, can we go check and see if everyone's found out? You know, about me being dead." Nico just groaned and Percy frowned, a little irritated. "Look, I just want to see if my mom and Annabeth are okay-"

"Yeah, whatever Percy." Nico's shift in mood was disconcerting. It was hard to rationalize the cuddly boy when he was sleeping to the surly kid in front of him now. But Nico was finally grabbing his phone and willing to talk to his family. He didn't get to dial though, instead interrupted by a knock on the door. Both boys looked at each other, surprised, and then dashed to answer it. Percy only just remembered to let Nico, since he shouldn't draw attention to himself, and stared slack jawed at the visitor.

Annabeth was standing in the doorway, eyes still puffy and nose still red from crying. She was in the jumper she'd worn last night and her hair was a tangled mess on her head. She obviously didn't get any sleep last night. Percy gulped, looking between the two and wondering what would happen. "Dude, let her in!" Nico ignored him, but stood aside.

"Hey Annabeth, are you okay?" She sniffled, accepting his invitation and stepping inside, before pulling Nico into a tearful embrace.

"Percy's dead."

Tornate. Voglio toccare il tuo culo. Gattini sono carine. = Come back. I want to touch your butt. Kittens are cute.