Percy laid in the bed, trying to comprehend what had happened earlier. And why he was reacting in such a way from it.
He was right there, literally an inch away from the dream he wanted to be reality. And it ends. Tragically.
He replayed the rising action inside his head over and over again, hunting for the error that made everything go wrong in the climax as he miserly struggle through the falling action. He didn't know what he did wrong...
It all began, in his eyes, the night of the deal being made. After the sun rise, Nico left his room, and Percy went back to sleep for a few hours before waking up and going about his day. Nighttime arrived quickly, with the full moon shining through his window. Percy had already changed and was waiting for Nico to come by like he always did. It was a normal night, at the time, and Percy was glad to have a routine like it.
The Ghost King soon arrived, dressed in what he was wearing earlier in the room. Percy smiled even more. Those gorgeous blue eyes sparkled in the moon light and it made Percy feel even more giddy inside. He loved having Nico to himself at night; it was one of the greatest pleasures in his life.
The boy smiled at his too, using only his fancy foot work to fling off his boots. He unstrapped his belt that always held his two swords and carefully tossed it over to the near by chair. He ran his long fingers through his messy hair and breathed in deeply, moving his chest in a slight, upward gesture.
Percy watched the normal act with interest every time. He loved seeing Nico moved around with delightful movements. They were careful and delicate, like a leaf being gently blew in all the directions of the summer breeze. He found it somewhat odd, in a small detect, of how it didn't fully define him entirely. Nico might move with soft grace, but he truly strong. For a leaf in the wind, he had faced so much and stayed together the whole time when he should have torn apart or died out.
The younger boy pulled out his shirt that was tucked into his pants and walked over the water bowl to wash his face. Percy felt his head title the other way as he followed him. He left one corner of his mouth in a small smile without realizing it. He kept on staring.
Nico shook his head and dried his face. He caught Percy looking at him and smirked. The Sea Prince felt his cheek heat up.
"Are you enjoying the view?"
"Oh yes." He sassed back. "I brought a ticket and everything."
The King laughed and came forwarded to the bed. Percy grinned more as he sat down in front of him. He noticed the new redness to his high cheek bones.
"It was hot today." He stated.
"I can tell." Percy longed to cup his cheek.
"I'm used to the cold."
"Why?" Percy asked simply.
He didn't mean to start spilling secrets.
Nico didn't lookat him when he asked, his smirk faded down to a forced grin. He swallowed hard before looking back at him. Percy thought he did the thing he was trying his best to avoid: stepping into Nico inner area of emotions and experiences that he didn't want to talk about. He knew that he told Nico everything about himself, but he was an open book kind of person by nature, on most topics anyway. Nico was the polar version of that; he was much more private and personal. Thats why he was cautious over any of the matters that could possibly caused the sudden mood change.
"Alaska does that to a guy." He responded.
From that night on, Nico told him about his life after the Giant War. He told him the tale of how he ran away right after the victorious end, which was his plan ever since he came back Tartarus. He did so, fleeing off to Alaska. He began a new life there, building himself a cabin for a home and providing food and supply from the woods he lived in. He described it as a peaceful lifestyle, one that he enjoyed to some extant that ended in the spam of three years.
Percy still found it extremely out of character of him though. Nico never came across as a wilderness man to him. Even now, he couldn't see it. Sure, the picture of a even buffer and raggedy handsome version of Nico with an axe over his shoulder and a beard is somewhat funny and slightly hot, but it was still unlikely.
Nico continued on about how his cabin was destroyed by a random attack of hellhounds. He said he had to shadow travel to escape the second attack and ended up somewhere else he didn't recognized. He then told Percy of how he found Oltre Malavita.
It astonished him. It seemed like a myth, a magical fairytale. It was like a made up story that he would normally not believe, but he knew Nico and trusted him. It wasn't a lie.
Once Nico was finished, Percy asked the only question he had. Why?
"I told you this before, Percy." He answered. "I just needed to get away. From the gods, from everyone."
Now that was a lie, or at least a small one. He knew how it felt to want to get away, and he could easily see why Nico would want to, but there was more to it then Nico was going to give away.
He was spinning off his tale differently then he did. Percy didn't want to share but felt like he had to, so he only gave him a bit at a time. He spoon feed him everything in their nightly sections; almost pushing himself to the point of choking on sobs and tears to make sure he got his mouth full. He didn't want to keep it from him. He knew Nico would relate, so he didn't mind to much. That's why he IMed him in the first place. Nico had been the only one to relate.
They went to bed late that night. Percy was laying down on his side and his eyes were very heavy. Nico was sitting cross legged, bouncing his right knee. Percy would never understand how the boy contained so much energy. He knew there were many night where Nico didn't sleep at all, sometimes on a long stream. He knew the days in Oltre Malavita were constantly changing and most of the time they were shorter then the days he was used to in the mortal world, but he still found himself sleepy and resting for long hours at night no matter what.
"Are we still on for the fight tomorrow?" Percy asked, letting his eyes rest for a little bit.
"Yes. Why?" Nico stopped the bouncing of his knee.
"No reason." Percy answered. "Just making sure. You know you can back out if you want. I'll understand if you're scared of losing."
Percy heard his chuckle and lay down next to him. Percy opened his eyes to find them face to face. He loved the view: Nico with his dark eyes and rose cheeks and shining pale skin...
Percy scooted a bit closer to him, trying his best to limit himself the best he could from the tempting heat source. He'll never understand that either; how Nico was always so cold during the day and suddenly warm during the night. Maybe it was just his imagination. Yeah, probably was.
He didn't realized his eyes were closed again till he felt something soft on the tips of his fingers. He could barely open his eyes enough to see fingers slowly intertwining with his. Percy used the last of his energy to follow the gesture, locking the digits together into the spaces perfectly. He felt a warm embrace ringing down inside his stomach from the physical contact. He enjoyed the new feeling, with the coolness of his skull ring and the warmth of his skin touching the other's. He never wanted to let go.
"Night, Nico." Percy whispered. He scooted closer, planting his ear to his chest. He heard the heart beat of the younger boy and felt the warmth rush to his cheek. He loved this position. He can't image a night without it.
"Night, Percy." Percy faintly felt the sudden petting of his hair before falling into a heavenly sleep. He did not have nightmares that night.
Morning arrived and Percy woke up to the feeling of movement, followed by coldness. He curled himself up even more in the blanket as he heard Nico leave the room. He laid there for a few seconds before slowly opening his eyes lazily. He didn't stay down for all, slowly lifting himself up to a siting position. He let out a long yawn before turning in his mind and recalling everything from last night. He rose from bed a little bit later, determined to make it a fun day for both of them since last night ended on such a serious note.
He dressed in a light white shirt and black pants that were tucked into his brown riding boots. The shirt was long and the pants were bagging so it was comfortable but he felt like going to bed afterwards. He fought the longing to go back to his future husband of a bed and headed down to the fighting arena.
When he was walking out on the green, he caught sight of Bradshaw who looked like he was just coming back from the fighting arena. Percy nodded to him as they passed and he reflected the notion. He hadn't really spoken to the general in a long time, not since the last attack from the tyrants.
Before he entered inside, he made a promise to himself that he would try to lighten the mood and make the day fun. It was his first chance to spend time with Nico during the day and he wasn't going to blow it.
Sadly, the fates didn't agree with him.
Percy looks back on the event with such embarrassment yet thrill. He was hurt a bit from the rejection, but if he had the chance again, he wouldn't hesitant like he did before.
When he was right there, less then an inch of capturing his goal, and he pulled himself back from it for a small second. He felt the insanity and the electrifying throb for the first time in along time. He glanced up into those eyes and found the lighting and the signs to be right.
He never really felt like this before, thought. This galvanization was different from anything he ever felt before. The blissful adrenaline that put his mind and body to a hold and to a race in harmonizing unison.
He watched the pair of eyes in this new strains. He loved the way they nothing stood still, like the owner. They flickered and fidgeted in pointed traces as they straighten back at him, with the light reviling there true shade and hue. The pupil expanded slightly, like they were seeing something they were amazed by.
He knew then. It answered everything he needed to know.
He mumbled something he didn't quite remember, barely feeling it pass and leave his lips. He leaned forwarded, taking what he desired, what he longed for for so long...
The shove of a forceful hand was short lived, but still enough to make him take a step or two back. His view vanished in a blur to the ground before lashing back onto them at a farther distance. They were wide, filled with shock and confusion, like they didn't know what they were doing themselves. Hurt soon developed in those irises with fear and sorrow. Then they gone. Nico was gone.
Percy stood there for a long time after he ran off, standing to where he back touched the wall for support. He forced himself to breath even though it came out it huffs. He tried to comprehend anything that just happen, along with name and his age and his life. And his emotions. Gods, those needed the most help.
His excitement drained from him like water flowing out if a stream. They rush passed his mind into his memory as he dealt with the new ache of bitterness and sadness. He never really been rejected before and he didn't like the way it settled with him. Especially with Nico.
He didn't cry or even got mad. He was just confused and still was when his trainer came into the platform. They trained for a while, ending the lesson early. His mind never left Nico.
Afterwards, he traveled up to his room, only grabbing a slice of ham and two rolls for his dinner on the way. The staff didn't noticed since most were running around even more then normal. He didn't ask
why; he just kept up his haste.
He stayed there for the rest of the day and into the night. He ate his food slowly along with his pacing around the room. He didn't even walk in a long straight line; he wondered around blindly, lost in his thoughts and soul search.
He, in that short frame of time before total nightfall, came to the conclusion that he did want to kiss Nico, and he had finally came to terms fully that he had wanted that for a very long time now, but why was still a larger, more complex problem he wasn't sure he could solve.
Overall, Percy was a bit to emotionally attached to Nico then a normal friend should be. He images people in his condition freaking out about it if they were in his position, keeping the fact about who they were to themselves and trying to convenience themselves otherwise.
That didn't completely settled well with him, like it was a dirty little secret he wanted to share and gossip about. And weirdest of all, he wasn't really ashamed about it. He didn't feel different whenever he thought about it. He still felt like himself and didn't really find anything wrong with it. He was okay with it. Entirely, completely. It was just... Well, Nico might not feel as comfortable as he did with it.
He didn't know if Nico would like the fact that Percy now found him in a new line of light. A very different light then the friend light that they had entered into. Before all of that, during the two wars, Percy wasn't sure of who he was, since he changed so much after Bianca's death and all the shit he went through afterwards. Then, when he first came into the new world, Percy saw him as a good friend who he was grateful to have because he treated Percy with kindness and helped him through his own stage of hell. But now, Percy saw him as a very dark looking guy with a hidden sweet side buried under his appear that he has grown to become fond of. He has had a feeling of something more start inside his head and grow into a much stronger feeling of affection that he couldn't completely explain or even understand himself. All he knew as concrete solid knowledge was that he liked Nico a little bit too much then he probably should.
Why? He had no idea. When? During the time when they became close, he guessed. How?... That he didn't know, but then again, he didn't really seem to care. All he cared about was if Nico felt the same way. If so, then maybe they could go a little bit farther, like Percy has been wanting too. If not, well...
That's the thing that held him back from ever saying anything about it. He didn't want to be rejected by his friend. He didn't want to lose Nico.
He smacked himself. He might have just done that.
He told himself that he would handle the ordeal later and he turned back over to his wardrobe and changed for the night. He opened the window to let the cool wind in since he was still sticky and over heated from earlier that day. He felt flushed from his thoughts, his mind always going back over to how Nico looked in the moonlight and how he was so kind to him...
That only confused Percy even more on the matter. He always assumed he was heterosexual since he never really found males attractive before. He had the mind set that he only liked girls, but was okay with others who weren't. He lived in New York, for Gods' sake. He's been around people like that and have seen some weirder stuff them two guys in a relationship with each other. It's just he never really thought of himself into that way before. He always found girls attractive. Yes, there have been a few boys who came by that he found cute, but not in the same way as he found girls cute. He never had a man crush or a bromance before; he never gave it much thought of having one before. He was so involved with her that it never really crossed his mind.
Then he encountered Nico again, and that all changed.
Maybe he had a very certain type with boys? That wasn't possible. He had seen boys like Nico before. All darkly dressed with italian features, and none of them have ever caused this much of a riot inside himself. That and if he did, wouldn't he liked him right away? Well, the boy was twelve when he found them, he let his sister died on the same quest he was on, and that was around the same time she when missing so that consumed all his thoughts... Makes sense, in a certain light, but still very unlikely. He dismissed the solution right away.
He recalled how after that, once he told the young boy at the time and she came back, Nico loathed his presence. Even if someone mentioned his name to the son of Hades, the boy would get in a fit of rage. Looking back on it, Percy still understood why, and the guilt built back up inside him yet again, making him feel sick to his stomach.
Percy sat on bed as a new question formed in his mind. Why did Nico helped him after that? Now, in his kingdom and castle and humble company... Why was the Ghost King giving him such a kind treatment? Yes, Bianca's ghost explained everything and how it was her own action that caused her death, and eventfully Nico forgave him, but forgetting was the harder part.
He sat there for a long time before the loud sound of footsteps broke the silence of the hallway. Percy made careful yet fast movements to the top of his bed and gently laid himself down on his side, as of he were sleeping.
He pulled the covers over his chest as the shadow appeared in the dim light of the doorway, down at the bottom. Nico had arrived that night, something Percy was scared that he wouldn't do again.
He laid there for a long time, staring at the shadows never move. He wondered when he would finally come in, and what would happen when he did. He wasn't sure if he wanted him in or not then.
The feet moved, turning in the heels and exiting the sight to the left of the door. They were back again soon, crossing the thin line of light again and again. Percy felt himself smile at the thought of Nico pacing in front of his door. He always did it when he was ranting or thinking hard over something.
Then Percy thought about what he could be thinking about. His blood ran cold.
He watched the feet move in a line for a long time, feeling an aching bitterness in his stomach. He realized that all he cared for was to have Nico come through the door. He hated the anxiousness that built inside him. He hated the fact of not knowing what the hell was going to happen if he does come in. He hated not being with him, especially since he knew how his emotions were now. The knowledge seemed to put everything into a new light.
Percy saw them stopped and flinched. He laid down and acted as if he was asleep before he heard the ticking of the turning door knob. He focused on inhaling and exhaling evenly when the light poured into the room. He felt his skin begin to pickled as he felt Nico entered and take rather small steps to the bed.
Percy peeked one eye open to find Nico's back towards him. The Ghost King was looking at the door, like he was considering leaving him. Percy kept his eyes open, praying and begging for him to stay to his backside.
Nico turned back around and his eyes locked into Percy's in the same second his did. He jumped back, not realizing that he was awake. He didn't say anything.
Percy focused on breathing again, trying to keep his emotions sealed inside. He didn't want to spill out his soul and his feelings on the matter yet. Yes, in that moment, he had the clearest thought-the brightest answered theory-of what he felt.
He just wanted Nico to lay down with him. He wanted Nico touching his skin. He wanted to feel Nico's presence. He just wanted Nico.
The younger boy's eyes filled with so much emotions that they seemed to be flooded by it. He was had his mouth open, looking as of he was trying to force himself to say something to him. Percy looked up to him in innocent interest and knew it was why he was making it so hard. It's easier talking to someone who doesn't care. Both of them did though, which made everything more difficult.
Percy didn't want him like that. He didn't want to put Nico on the spot at that moment. It was clear he was in the same boat as Percy himself, clueless and confused. He didn't want to watch him stammer and try to explain this when the title of their emotions can be waited on later on. Tonight, they could just be together, because that's all that matters.
Percy held up his arm, his fingers reaching out and pointing towards Nico's hand. The boy responded immediately, reaching out with his hand. Together, they interlocked their fingers and Nico joined him. Percy scooted over to him, diving into his body heat and eloping himself into the sound of his heartbeat. He breathed in his scent of clove and soil. He crawled out for the touch of his soft, skin.
Nico wrapped his arms around his shoulders, squeezing Percy into his chest. He felt those full lips and that cute nose pressed against the top of his head. He couldn't hear him, but he felt the lips move into his hair, whispering something he couldn't make out. He only snuggled in closer. He didn't want any apology yet. Nico got the message.
They stayed like that all night. Percy fell asleep in the position, after feeling the soft ups and downs of Nico's chest. His back muscles were very relaxed and he never really moved. He was sure the boy was asleep and decided it would be best for himself to do the same.
He woke up hours later, alone. He woke up to the sudden feeling of absence to find his bed empty. He sat up and found it to be the morning, the sun just fully risen out of the horizon. He must have over slept or something, which is stupidity since he didn't have any classes today.
He pursed his lips. He did feel somewhat up set that Nico left him before he woke up, but he understood that the son of Hades needed some space to think. He needed it, too.
He rose from the bed. He felt lonely again, in the cold morning. He waddled over to the window and closed it. He shivered again, wishing that he had Nico back to warm him.
He signed lightly as he noticed something thrown over the nearby chair. He found it to be Nico's long black robe. Percy has found the robe to be very pretty, even since he first saw it, he had wanted one himself. It flattered the King so nicely, as well, with the lacy laces and long train. He didn't noticed them at first, but he soon found that there were precious jewels planted beneath the fabric, glimmering in the light whenever Nico moved.
He, expecting it to hopefully not cause a riot, put it on for himself. It was light on his shoulders and back. The train was a bit short when it was on him but it still left a black trail behind him. He viewed himself in the mirror with it. It looked odd and awkward for his type of body, not fitting him properly. He still left it on through. It smelled of clove and felt warm.
He felt his face; the hairiness had gotten out of control. He wondered to the bathroom, which was small and only held a brass colored tub for bathing. He didn't find anything to help him there so he assumed that he had to do it the old fashion way. He hoped it would turn out fine; he had never done it before.
He pulled the water bowl over to the mirror and graded Riptide. He uncapped his sword and hoped it doesn't hurt as much as he thought it would. The demigod pulled out a fist full and straighten it out all the way. He swallowed before taking the blade and quickly slicing it off.
He stumbled as he held back his cry of hurt. A painful tingle spread through his whole cheek. He dabbed some water there and it recovered quickly. He breathed in before doing the small action repeatedly. He bite back the pain as he kept smoothing it by the water. Luckily, it was salt water from the beach. That was always the best for his usage.
He was done lately afterwards. He hated doing it, making a vow to never do it again if he could help it. The results weren't too great either. His sad, now scrawny beard was patchy and nasty to look at. He couldn't leave it like that, but he didn't know what else to do. He went back into the bathroom, ratting through the cabins. He found some a smaller knife with some smooth white liquid in a can.
He tried it, and then kicked himself for not finding it earlier. His face was soon clean and nude. Once he washed the leftover from his jawline, his fingered the blade in his hand. He noticed that Nico didn't have any facial hair. He should have asked him about it before hand.
Nico... He sure that their relationship was still somewhat alive, living fully maybe. He wasn't sure if it was were it stood before or possibly move forward into something more. He wanted the latter option, but only if Nico wanted it too.
It was plain enough to see that Nico held strong feeling towards him and vice versa. It was easy to see why Percy desired after him, but why Nico the same for him was a bigger mystery, if not the biggest one of all.
Percy found himself nibbling on the end of the strap of the robe. He bit down on something lightly. He found it to be a small ruby and was admiring it when the door suddenly bursted open.
Percy dashed around to find the King of Oltre Malavita standing in the entree. He held a determined look on his face, but didn't speak. Percy stood there, shocked to hell about the sudden entree. He waited for something to happen, but nothing was said. The Ghost King looked away from him for a second, glazing his eyes over to the light coming from the window.
Percy looked away from him. He felt so weird, so awkward. He was still wearing his robe, which didn't make matters any better. He put down the knife and walked over to the bed. He sat down softly and waited for something to happen again. He wasn't sure if he did want something to happen.
He was afraid of what was about to come. He was afraid of everything and anything to come. He didn't know what Nico would say, would do, and it scared him to the bone. He knew that Nico felt the same, if not close, but that never promised anything.
Percy felt himself wondered off till he caught Nico turing around to face him. His eyes were set onto his. Percy never seen him like this before except once. He was so fragile and so raw. He hated the sight.
"For the pass five years, I have found myself berserkly and wildly in love with you. Ever since our first encounter in that damned school when I was twelve, to this very moment. I have loved you undeniably for most of my life... And I'm afraid and delighted that I forever will."
Percy sat there stunned. He couldn't really grasp or could attempt to described the look of pure untold emotions on Nico's face.
The boy but his lip before going on. "I know this sounds so unreal and impossible, but I have. From the beginning, through Bianca's death, the labyrinth, to the war and so on... My adornment and affections for you have grown stronger through it all. To the point where they are apart of my being, like my godly blood. I first thought it was a small crush that would soon pass, later on down the road, because I couldn't like you. I just couldn't, but it reversed. My embellishing of you flamed into love so quickly... Too fast for me to stop it. I've tried the fight it; so hard and to the bitter, painful end. It was the truth that I couldn't face. I couldn't, I wouldn't, but the proof was proceed and presented everyday to me..." He looked away from him. "I visioned the way you laughed and smiled. I visioned your eyes and implanted them into my mind...Your personality and the way you put your friends first above everything else... It became my safe heaven. You became my beautiful, glimmering hero."
Percy felt his eyes go wide and his breath taken away from him. He didn't know how to react. He felt so many things that once he could name them all.
Nico was quiet for a moment before turning back to face him. His expression was cold and sad and heart breaking to the Sea Prince.
"I was always the hopeful kind. At least, back then I was. It was so stupid and pitiful but you were just something I couldn't let go. I loved you and I was hopeful... It's the deadliest combination... I just about took that hope to my grave. It was my motive for everything, for life in general, really. I used that small thought to drive myself into talking you into the river of Styx, for when I was hunting for you, when I found you, when I went to search for the Doors of Death, even when when I was down there... I just got so..." His voice cracked. "Just by the mere thought... That maybe we had a chance..."
Percy wanted to hug him, to hold him and say he was sorry, but he couldn't move. The information was overwhelming and dulling his senses on actions. It's just he never seen a sign that even subjected it. "I never noticed it before." He felt himself confess in a whisper.
Nico didn't hear him. He went on. His eyes were dark and so sad. "But I never had the chance. I always withdrawn from you, from everyone, because of it. Because you had Annabeth; you looked at her so lovingly. I knew it was hopeless to confess to you. So I became afraid of you; of you ever knowing... I was scared of rejection from everyone, but you most importantly. You see, I always knew I was..." He waved his hand off in use of the word. "So I ran off. I ran away after the war, cutting myself off from everyone and everything that involved you. I needed to. I had to so I could finally give up on my damn endless hope and move on from you. So I could find the love and happiness I deserved. Yes, I was alone, but I was safe and sound and away from you... And it was a sorry, poor attempt that failed miserably. I soon discovered from it that it was a hopeless case. I couldn't do it, no matter what. You were alway there, in my mind."
Percy pulled the now cold robe closer to his chest in a comforting motive. He never felt so guilty and terrible in all of his life. He did that to him, caused him to restart his shitty way of living because he couldn't get him out of his mind. He knew if he just noticed or maybe even give him a bit more attention...
Nico took a soft step towards him, reaching his hand out to cupped his cheek. He stopped before his skin touched his. Percy placed his hand over his and brought it to his face. He needed his touch, he needed him...
"I'm sorry for the kiss." Nico began, not pulling his hand away. "I'm sorry for all of this. I'm sorry for ruining everything for you here... I understand if you want to leave now. I get it. I'll began to search for the exit from here and try to find it for you as fast as I can... But I would really like you stay." His voiced broke entirely then. His tone became light and his jawline hung open as his chin went shaky. "I'll take care of you. I'll always keep you safe and sound and worried free. I'll put you above everything and everyone else, like you always done for everyone you loved. You deserve the security for yourself. You'll always be accepted and loved and respected and free with me. We'll play this your way, because I know this is so crazy and strange and new to you and I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do. Just say it; anything you desire. I'll do it to the best of my abilities. We'll do it. We'll do whatever you want, just please stay with me..."
He was on the very tippy edge of breakdown. He was about to fall to his knees to him and Percy didn't want that. He didn't believe in begging for anything, and he didn't want to cause Nico to be reduced down into that. He caused him enough pain in his life.
He laced his fingers with the younger boy's. Nico took that as his sign of his finally plead. "I need you... I love you.. Just tell me what I need..."
Percy never felt such a inflection before. It crazed inside him, blooming soft and raging fierily all at once. He didn't know how to exactly describe it, not really sure if he ever could, but he knew what it meant. He never felt it before, but he knew exactly what it was.
He felt wanted, needed... Loved.
He felt loved and he loved Nico right back.
"I just want you to kiss me..." Percy gasped out in his small attempt to show him how he felt. His whisper this time didn't go unnoticed. Nico didn't hesitant either.
Nico took his other hand to Percy's spare cheek and brought their lips together into a fast, passionate meet. Percy melted like ice over a flame, adopting to the kiss like it was a nature occurrence. He felt his free hand grabbed onto Nico's arm for support. He didn't realized he was so limp from the effect.
Nico pulled away first, breathing heavily. He was grinning like a fool, which Percy found cuter then anything else he has ever done.
He leaned into him, making there foreheads touching. He couldn't help but smile, even though he couldn't bring himself to look at the son of death. He was trying to hold back his silly giggles of joy. He felt his cheek burn with delight.
"Gods, you're cute." Nico commented. Percy lost it and laughed fully heartedly. His body racked from them, leaving him to wrap his arms around his Nico for support.
He sneaked another kiss in, knowing Nico wouldn't mind. He pulled away again. "I'm staying."
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Yay! Percico happened!
I had so, so much fun writing this. I took my time and made sure I enjoyed actually writing it. I listened to 'Little did you know' by Sierra and Alex to get into the mood and I don't reject a single thing.
I hope you all loved it as well. Thanks for reading. Next chapter is going to be even better!