Nico didn't feel himself moving until his back hit the mattress of his bed. Even then, he seemed to be having some sort of an out-of-body experience, unable to care what was going on around him but only hyperaware of Jason, his hands, his touch, his kiss, his love. Nico himself was inexperienced (being realistic and being stuck in the palace did take away most of your chances of dating), but the blonde didn't seem to mind as he gently raised his hands upwards so that they rested on the concave hollow of the pale teen's stomach. Jason leaned back for breath, and Nico could see his flushed face and his messy blonde hair and his lust-filled blue eyes. No doubt he was much better. The taller blonde's expression suddenly became sober, and he couldn't seem to be able to take his eyes off of the 'translator's son'.
"Nico," he said, "are you okay with this?"
The half-Italian pretended to ponder the subject with himself. "Hmm. Well, at least you don't smell anymore."
"Nico." His serious tone made said teen grab Jason's biceps and push him off a bit, before flipping them so that he was on top. He straddled Jason, pressing against his flushed body as he hastily pressed his lips against Jason's. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. If I really didn't want you to do this, you probably wouldn't be breathing right now."
Nico could feel the blonde smile into the kiss and his strong arms flexed under the ebony-haired teen's grip. They once again started to roam around, and once again Jason moved them so that he was on top, in control.
"Oh, shut u-" he was cut off by his own gasp as Jason nibbled on his lower lip, hands pressing the small and sensitive dip of Nico's back against his strong body before moving down to cup his arse. Nico writhed and moaned, unable to keep the small noises to himself. Jason had managed to wrench off the long and vexing toga and throw it somewhere to the side, somewhere that the two didn't care about. Nico none-too-gently tugged off the blonde's cloth shirt so that the both of them were left only in their trousers and undergarments.
Jason detached himself from Nico's lips even as he heard a soft whine, which quickly turned into a moan when he re-attached himself to the exposed strip of pale flesh underneath his jaw. He bit down, hard enough to make a bruise but not enough to break the skin- just the right amount for pleasure. Nico bit down on his lips to keep from screaming, and arched upwards. Now, it seemed as if the half-Italian's body had a mind of its own. White exploded behind Nico's eyes when his hips brushed against Jason's, and the blonde gave a husky groan that reverberated throughout Nico's entire being.
Jason's warm breath ghosted over the pale and exposed chest, stopping momentarily to gaze into the deep, dark eyes that reflected the color of rich cocoa. "Once I start, I'm not going to be able to finish," he simply stated. Nico met his gaze head-on.
"Then don't."
The next couple of moments were frenzied as they touched and kissed some more, with renewed vigor and a passion stronger than it had been the moment before.
A maid knocked on the Sultan's son's room, calling out. "Sir. Di Angelo." There was a loud thud and some ruffling, as if someone were either organizing cloths or shifting through papers. "Sir."
"Yes?"
She gulped and the multiple rumors about the young prince whirled in her mind. "Sir, the Sultan wishes to see you."
"I-I'll be out in a bit."
Inside, two teens were scrambling to find and put on their own pieces of clothing as the maid waited. Nico quickly felt if his hair was still as tousled as ever and his face flushed and his toga presentable. Jason pouted like a little child. "But that look suited you."
Nico made a noise of exasperation that came from the back of his throat, one which he seemed to be extremely good at. "I'm going to meet the Sultan. I can't just go like I just had sex."
Jason held Nico in a slight hug, hands sliding down the silky material of the toga and pressing their lips together for a bit. "Well, we didn't really have sex but if you wanted to…"
"Jason."
"Nico," the blonde replied. The ebony-haired teen sighed and shook his curls. "Jason, I don't think that I'll be back for some time, so…"
"Oh, okay." The blonde looked, if not, a bit disappointed. "I guess I'll see you soon?"
"I-I…" The half-Italian stopped, not knowing what to say. Then, he stepped forward, and hugged the blue-eyed teen. "Just don't hurt yourself," he mumbled into the taller one's chest. "Hooligan."
Jason laughed and held Nico, then walking backwards towards the balcony. With a small salute, he fell backwards, then flew gently towards the ground, sneaking his way back towards the city. Nico left the room and nodded to the maid, who was surprised by his calm demeanor and his small stature. She hurried along and left Nico to walk to the Sultan's main throne room.
On the way there, however, the royal scribe tagged along, walking besides him with a smirk on his face. The Prince only sighed. "Fuck off, Octavian."
"Now, now, is that the kind of language that you use?"
"Around you," the half-Italian hissed back. "Since when are you so involved in what I do?"
The scrawny blonde didn't reply, only looked suspiciously at him. "What's that on your neck?"
"A wha-" Nico's hand flew to his neck and he covered it, flushing slightly. It was probably what Jason had done earlier, when he had bitten- Nico cleared his thoughts away, and then scratched the slightly bruised patch of skin before acting all nonchalant. "Oh, just a bug bite."
The scribe still looked a bit suspicious, but he could nothing about it. For the moment.
They arrived at the chamber, and Octavian had left while the half-Italian was opening the door. Even though there was the apparent doom of meeting his father, Nico couldn't help but smile with the thoughts from before- the thoughts of and with Jason.
He walked through the door, happy and loved.
