Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with a brand new chapter of Nico Di Angelo's Hopeless Guide to Love, Chapter #14: No One's Secret To Tell. And gee, I wonder what this secret is, eh? After a few chapters that have been painstakingly long to comb through for errors (there are more, undoubtedly), and just in general to write, I gave myself a break and settled for a chapter at around 4-5k instead of the 7k-9k chapters you've been graced with. Smut writing is hard, despite the fact I've read a lot of it... straight and gay across the board, hahaha. Anywho, how long can Nico and Percy keep their little game of sex alive and out of the prying ears and eyes of the other four friends that decide to pop up? Who knows? I hope you all enjoy the chapter!
It's Monday morning, and Nico's in bed with his legs tangled around Percy's. They've been awake for about thirty minutes just touching and kissing, wringing out every last drop of satisfaction from this trip before they leave. Nico isn't sure he's going to get used to waking up next to Percy, their limbs entangled after having sex. They had sex last night—twice. Even after Percy's little water slide stunt. Nico finds it difficult to stay mad at Percy for too long, especially when he's naked and pressed against Nico in the shower. There's something about the dark haired god's eyes, that inquisitive emerald stare looking just so fucking sweet and pouty that Nico is unable to resist planting his mouth on Percy's and sucking at the nape of his boyfriend's neck, and taking in his cock, and gods, there are so many things out there that Nico would love to if his ass wasn't burning. And, okay, maybe in retrospect Nico found the whole ride a little fun. But he's never going to admit that out loud.
Percy sighs over his mouth. "We should probably get up, huh?"
"There's no point," Nico murmurs. "Luke refuses to check out of a hotel until the actual check-out time. Not a minute too soon."
"Geez, what's he doing in there?" the emerald eyed man frowns, musing over all the things he could think. "I mean, if he's so damn keen on screwing Annabeth just that one extra time..."
"My guess is packing all the hotel soaps," Nico shudders. "And, please god, never mention that to me ever again."
"What?" his boyfriend quips an eyebrow up, almost smirking devilishly.
"Annabeth and... and Luke..." the smaller man almost vomits in his mouth, and not because the idea of straight sex turned him off, but because it is Luke Castellan of all fucking people, and man who is often stranger and more fleeting than Nico is himself, nearly nigh impossible, but it is possible. "Just... Luke..." he shudders once more, and Percy latches on to feel the vibrations, those damn good vibrations underneath his fingertips. He's such a darling, ain't he Percy? I mean, shit, there isn't anything I'd want to see your mind and body not do to Nico. Except break up with him, please and thank you.
Percy cranes his neck to peer at the clock on the nightstand. "Well, looks like we got about an hour before Luke gets his butt in gear," He gives Nico a flirtatious grin. "Maybe we should find a way to pass the time?"
"Perce, for future reference, never mention Luke's butt when you want to have sex with me." Percy opens his mouth to protest, but Nico overrides that with a glare. "And moreso, nothing dealing with Annabeth and Luke... again. I find you and I fucking hard to believe at times, and lord knows I don't need to think of my other best friends doing acts like we do, possibly even with more lude action..." the word sits on his tongue awkwardly, like a curse when a new sixth grader discovers what the actual terminology in swearing is. Fuck, shit, bitch, skank, whore, slut, cunt... ooh I like this game!
"What about yours?"
"Well, mine is probably going to be involved, so, yeah, I guess," Nico makes a face. "Why are we even having this conversation?"
"Beats me." Percy moves to kiss him, smothers Nico's words under his mouth. His wandering hands trail heat over Nico's skin before rolling him onto his back. Percy climbs on top of him, the warm, heavy curve of his body settling over Nico.
"Perce, wait, I don't wanna have to take another shower," Nico says through biting kisses, though his legs end up hitched over Percy's shoulders. "Can we do something that isn't gonna be messy?"
"You read my mind." Percy grins, wraps a hand underneath Nico's thigh and slides it down to the curve of his ass. "I wanna try something."
"In bed?"
Percy narrows his eyes. "No, in the Olympics." Nico scowls, absolutely not in the mood for Percy's sass right now. "'Course I mean in bed."
"This isn't going to involve food or things that aren't body parts, is it?"
"Relax, will ya? You'll love this." Percy thinks about it for a moment, then: "Maybe."
"That's encouraging." Nico can't think of anything Percy might want to try here that isn't way out of his comfort zone.
Percy sits between Nico's legs, hands pushing his knees apart and sliding over skin.
Oh.
...
"Oh." Nico's face might be about ten different shades of red right now. "Oh. That's—Are you trying to kill me? Is that what this is?" It's not like Nico hasn't thought about it, but the fantasies in his head and the reality of it actually happening are two totally different things. "Because I don't think I can handle your mouth... there."
"I know I've never done it before, but I know what not to do, y'know?" Percy looks embarrassed, like he's regretting even thinking about it. He rubs the back of his neck and looks away. "But if you don't wanna, that's fine, I—"
"N—no, I do!" Nico blubbers out. "I really do. Oh my God, you have no idea how much I do."
"Great!" Percy grins and tugs Nico's boxers over his hips. "Just—try not to move too much, okay?" This is not happening, Nico Di Angelo. HOLY fucking shit, holy fucking shit Nico Di Angelo. Percy motherfucking Jackson is sucking you off, the blowjob you've destined and wanted since that night on New Years. Jeez, I hope the noises in your throat don't break the windowpanes and shatter all that glass.
Nico nods, and Percy slides a hand behind Nico's knee, presses his mouth over the inside of his thigh. Nico shivers, squirming under the touch. Percy kisses a line down his thigh, and Nico watches his head sink lower and lower until he's breathing hot at his cock. He squeezes his eyes shut, feels Percy's fingers wrap around the base, and then there's a wet heat enveloping the head of his dick. Nico lets out a shaky moan, curls his fingers in the blankets as his hips twist and jerk, because he cannot stay still for this.
Percy pulls away and raises his head to glare at Nico. "What the hell did I just say?"
"Sorry, Perce," Nico groans out. "I think this is something my body just does when someone's got my dick in their mouth?"
Percy's not buying it. He gives Nico a sassy look and says, "Quit movin' so much, alright?"
"I can't make any promises."
Percy rolls his eyes—actually fucking rolls his eyes—before his head dips down again, and Nico's biting back unattractive whimpering noises. He loops a leg over Percy's shoulder. Percy takes him in a little deeper, his hand squeezing the shaft as his mouth works.
This orgasm might actually kill him. He's not too upset about it though; this isn't a bad way to go, all things considering.
Percy moans around him, all heat and wet suction. Nico fists his hands in Percy's hair when his hips start to thrust up beyond his control. "God, Perce..." Percy snorts out a huff of breath that Nico can just tell is supposed to be an exasperated sigh, like he's not even going to bother reminding Nico not to move again. Percy bobs his head to counter the way Nico's hips are pistoning into his mouth, but Nico can't help it. He's doing all he can to not blow his load in the next ten seconds, and it's the hardest thing he's ever done in his life.
Nico digs his fingers in, gets his hands full of Percy's hair. "Perce, I'm gonna..." He's not embarrassed at all about his lack of stamina here. He needs this right now, and he doesn't care if it's too fast.
Percy sucks hard at the head, swirls his tongue over the tip, and Nico falls apart with a desperate groan. His hands slide through Percy's hair while he tries to get air into his lungs again. He doesn't even remember how to make words anymore.
Percy's licking and smacking his lips when Nico finally meets his eyes. "Oh my God," Nico breathes out, because that's been a pretty apropos description of his sexual encounters with Percy. "That was..." He thinks new words need to be invented to fully describe this relationship.
"Good?" Percy sits up between Nico's legs and fixes him with a hopeful gaze.
"Yeah, yeah. Oh God, yeah."
"Really?" Percy's grinning now, his perfect teeth on display. "'Cause, y'know, that was my first time doin' that..." His fingers trail lazily over the muscle of Nico's inner thigh. He smirks to himself, as he's really lying about this. There's that guy he fucked in the porno, that guy in the shower from all those years ago, his 'original' boyfriend... and that one painstaking reminder that shall sit inside his brain forever. "Maybe with my luck Nico will never come across the ass, and I won't have to deal with the fact that I lay with men before Nico..."
"No, no, it was...it was good," Nico says.
"But, hey, I can get better!" Percy says suddenly, as if he's just realized this himself. "Would you...want me to do that?"
"Do you really need an answer to that question?" The world's stopped spinning now, and the realization that his dick was in another guy's mouth is starting to sink in. This is a whole new level of freaking out that Nico didn't even know existed. He rubs a hand over his face. "You, uh, you want breakfast?" When in doubt, distract Percy with food.
"Yeah, I'm starvin'!" He glances at the clock and frowns. "But I don't think we have time. We still gotta get dressed and pack."
Nico surveys the room; it looks like the contents of their luggage was scattered by a hand grenade. He grabs his boxers off of the bed and steps into them. "I'm sorry, Perce," he says with a sigh. "Would you feel better if I make breakfast when we get home?"
Percy shrugs. "I'm not gonna turn down food."
Nico tries to rein in his panic while he gathers his things. What's the big deal, really? It's not like he's never thought about getting a blowjob from Percy before. Hell, that's pretty tame compared to all the nasty porno fantasies he's got swimming around in his head. But they've always stayed in his head where it's safe to think about them. It doesn't make him gay to fantasize about Percy sucking his dick, but if he lets it happen—encourages it, even...
He hates that his father's indiscretions have internalized inside himself, destroying any chance he may have had at building a real, lasting relationship. Nico's prided himself in being nothing like Hades Di Angelo, nothing like the man who'd wrecked his home and his life. But it seems he's more like dear old dad than he thought.
Like father, like son.
Lost in his thoughts, he flails manically when Percy throws something soft at him. "Sorry, I was aiming for your suitcase."
Nico grabs the t-shirt Percy tossed in his direction, his hands still jittery. Nico's suitcase is nowhere near him. "Call the NBA; I think we found our new star player!"
Percy gives him a look. "Alright, maybe I was just seein' if you were payin' attention. It's not like you to be so...quiet. It's weird. Stop it."
Nico just stares numbly at the shirt in his hands. He knows what Percy looks like on top of him and between his legs now, and he doesn't know how to handle any of this. "It's just—" He wets his mouth, tries again. "It's gonna be really weird doing this at home, y'know? This feels like something you do when you're drunk in a foreign country or Vegas or somewhere you won't bring it home with you." Percy looks torn open, and Nico tries to backpedal over his words. "It works so well here, but I don't know how well it's gonna work when we get home, I mean. But I do want to try it."
Percy still looks wounded, and Nico clenches his hands into fists, because why is he so bad at this? Half of him wonders what all of this will Nicoge about their relationship, but the other half is ecstatic that Percy likes him back—likes him enough to suck his cock, damn it—and that's the half Nico should be paying attention to, because how often does he ever get to have nice things like this?
Nico twists the shirt in his hands. "What we have here is so great, but if it doesn't work I don't know if we can go back to being friends."
"But you said—"
"Oh, what do I know? The rules go out the window when it comes to you."
"What are you sayin' here?"
"I think my original point was just happy surprise that this actually happened, like 'whoa, this is neat,' but then I kept talking and this is exactly why I shouldn't talk. Can you be the designated talker in this relationship?"
Percy's expression softens into a smile. "But I like when you talk, even if I don't know what you're talkin' about."
Nico smiles back, and Percy tosses a pair of rolled-up socks at him.
They get home a little while after noon. Percy throws his bag into his bedroom and rushes into the kitchen. "I don't know 'bout you, but I'm hungry." He swings the fridge door open and peers inside.
"You're always hungry."
"This is who I am, Nico," Percy says, digging through the contents of the fridge for something edible. "And you promised you'd make me breakfast."
"Yeah, I did," Nico concedes, coming over to Percy and placing a hand between his shoulder blades. Percy moves out of the way so Nico can bend down to search for ingredients. "One of these days you should make me breakfast."
Percy likes this idea. "Yeah? You want somethin' fancy or somethin' boring like pancakes?"
"Pancakes aren't boring. And you always burn them anyway. It takes a certain...finesse."
"You sayin' I'm not...finesse-y?" Percy struggles with the word, trying to spin it in his own fanciful little way and Nico chuckles, kissing him on the mouth, taking his lip with him as they retract. His boyfriend's expression is beyond unreadable.
"Not exactly. You're just...better with meat. You have a rougher touch, and, my God, that doesn't sound dirty at all, does it?" Nico sticks his head in the fridge in an effort to cool down. He's unusually horny this morning; maybe this is just how he is when he's dating someone—Nico wouldn't know, it's been a while since his last relationship.
Percy chuckles, reaches down and drags his fingers through Nico's hair. "Maybe just a little."
When Nico stands up, batter mix in hand, Percy's chest is pressed against his back. He shivers when he feels something hard jutting into the base of his spine. "Why, Percy, is that your wallet or are you just happy to see me?"
Percy huffs a laugh and presses his mouth over the back of Nico's neck. "Both. But why don't you start fixin' breakfast? Then you can find out for yourself. I'm starvin'."
Nico chuckles to himself, moves over to the stove. "We worked up quite an appetite last night, huh?" He feels the heat of Percy's form behind him, and he's one erotic thought away from smashing his hand onto the burner. "Perce, would you, uh, see if we have any chocolate chips left over?"
"Sure." Percy lets his hand linger on Nico's waist before he walks back to the fridge.
Nico stares at the pan for a moment until he remembers that he's supposed to be making pancakes, not fantasizing about how Percy fits perfectly inside of him. He gets the ingredients mixed together by the time Percy finds the chocolate chips.
"Here ya go." He tosses Nico the bag, but Nico flails in a failed attempt to catch it and ends up dropping them. "Nice catch." Percy grabs the package and sets it on the countertop. "I should'a remembered that you're a dropper."
"I'm not a dropper!"
"What do you call what you just did?"
"I wasn't ready," Nico says with a frown. "Fuck off!"
Percy settles his hands on Nico's waist while he cooks. He behaves himself, save for a few soft kisses over Nico's neck and the slope of his shoulder. Nico lets him do it because it feels really damn good. But when Percy starts kissing at his throat, Nico has to speak up.
"Perce, not all of us can pull off turtlenecks," he warns, tilting his head away from Percy's mouth.
"Sorry," he says, but he doesn't sound sorry at all. "But I'm not really sorry. You know it."
They're enjoying delicious pancakes on top of the foosball table when Nico's foot begins its ascent up the long line of Percy's leg. Percy's eyes go wide, and he looks down, then looks at Nico. "Are you—?"
"I'm not doing anything," Nico says in his best innocent voice—which, now that he hears it, really needs some work. He trails his toes over Percy's inner thigh, slides his foot between his legs and feels him through his jeans. He's not going to fool himself into thinking he can get the jeans unzipped or unbuttoned with his feet, so he just lingers there, the breadth of his foot gliding against the inside of Percy's thighs.
Percy's voice is shaky with need when he speaks. "Nico, stop. I'm tryin' to eat."
"I thought food and sex were your two favorite things."
"They are, but I'm really confused right now."
Nico's foot brushes over Percy's knee when someone knocks at the door. Neither one of them moves, although Nico's gaze slides from the door to Percy. "You know that'll stop if you get up and open that big square thing with the knob?"
"Yeah, but that means I gotta stop eatin'," Percy says with his mouth full.
"A no-brainer."
Nico sighs and goes to answer the door. Thalia's standing there smiling at him. "I thought I heard you two get back! How was your trip?" Good fucking God, will you not get to have a moment with your lover? Just one, please? Pretty please? No? Well, fuck you too life!
"It was...good," Nico says, stumbling around the words. He lets her inside, not wanting to be rude. Percy's hunched over the table, conspicuously shoveling forkfuls of food into his mouth. "Very relaxing."
Percy makes a sound of agreement around a mouthful of pancakes.
"Did you do anything fun? Was the room nice? You didn't go in the pool, did you?"
Nico gives Percy an "I told you so" look. Percy just looks across his legs, moreso across the foosball table, trying not to think about dick. and keeps eating. "We, uh, we—water slides! And—and sharks!" He realizes how that sounds to someone who doesn't speak Nico's unique brand of weird. "Not, like, in the same area."
"Luke told me about the sharks," Thalia says with a chuckle. "He wouldn't stop talking about it." she giggles uncharacteristically, akin to the whole rocker look.
"Oh, and Percy tried to kill me," Nico adds. He's never going to be over that.
"I pushed him down a water slide," Percy clarifies, rolling his eyes at Nico's theatrics.
"And I almost died."
"No, you didn't."
Nico mouth-glares at him.
"You almost died?" Thalia asks, clearly humoring him.
Percy spreads his arms. "Why you gotta take his side?"
"That slide was not meant to be ridden without an inner tube!" Nico asserts. "Remember that scene in The Empire Strikes Back when Luke's fighting Vader and he jumps down that long tunnel? That was me!"
Thalia's distracted by something in the kitchen. "Did you make pancakes?"
"No, the breakfast gods have been very kind to us this season." Nico's in a particularly snarky mood today.
Thalia seems to be immune to his sarcasm by now. She walks over to the mixing bowl. "There's still some batter left over. Could I make some?"
Nico shrugs. "Yeah, go ahead."
Percy makes an exasperated shrugging motion and gives Nico a pointed look. Nico makes a face as if to apologize.
"So, my credit card got stolen while you guys were gone," Thalia says while she works over the stove. "And... Rachel almost broke a guy's back because she was painting a portrait of him and then asked him to put himself in quite the uh... compromised position. He refused, and she went all like batshit crazy and tried forcing him to do this weird foot on head thing and sure enough..." to make emphasis, Thalia positions her hands to resemble a bone breaking. "Snap!"
"Really?" Nico's interested, really at the Rachel thing because maybe the guy is super attractive, but Percy's gesturing wildly, again across his legs, and generally being distracting. "Everything good with the credit card now?"
"But you know what the worst part is? This thief lives my life better than I do!" She thwacks the spatula against the skillet. "I basically learned that I'm in debt and I'm boring! How can I be boring? I'm Thalia Fucking Grace," Percy quirks a smile at the dark haired woman's revelation with her own name, which is pretty awesome. "I cook, I can clean, I can strum a guitar and I can also really fuck a man good if need be!" Gods, the woman deserves a beer.
"You're not in debt; you don't have to pay for anything you didn't buy," Nico reminds her. He grimaces, skipping over the fact Thalia believes she can get any man in bed if she wants. He's already brought to the table that Percy mentioning Luke and Annabeth is inappropriate, this is a whole other level.
"But you think I'm boring?"
Nico should have seen this coming. "N—no! I didn't say that!"
Percy heaves a sigh, glaring at Nico in a way that could bore holes through titanium. Nico flails in a panic and mouths 'I can't,' because he knows Percy wants her out of here so Nico can take care of the, uh, uprising he started in Percy's pants.
Thalia's reciting number three on her list of Reasons Why Thalia is Boring when Percy pushes away from the table. "Ugh, sorry, Thalia, I gotta get a shower," he grumbles, stomping down the hall to the bathroom. "And it is a Monday, too. Y'know, fuck Mondays!"
Nico's not going to be capable of thinking about anything else now that he knows Percy will be naked and drippy in the next room. He squeezes his thighs together and tries his best to boost Thalia's confidence.
He's not so good at the confidence boosting.
When Thalia finishes eating the pancakes, she gets the irrevocable urge to clean up the kitchen, and Nico wonders what he did to deserve this. Percy's naked and wet in the shower right now, and Nico doesn't get to join him and touch his dick. Or have his own dick touched. There's no dick-touching going on, and somehow it's all Thalia's fault.
By the time Thalia leaves, Percy's already toweling off when Nico scrambles in to join him. Nico doesn't even bother trying to hide the way his gaze rakes over Percy's body, because, wow, could that towel be any smaller? Nico's mouth opens in a gasp. Percy's pecs are trailing water in a way that's helplessly distracting. He forces himself to step closer; Percy's his boyfriend now and he's allowed to touch him. "So, uh, where were we?" Nico sputters out.
"Oh, I already took care of it. Sorry."
"No fair!" Nico whines. But now he's thinking about Percy jerking himself off, and the mental image isn't exactly disagreeable.
"Well, maybe if we told everybody we're together they'd leave us alone for a while?" Percy offers in his most 'trying not to be confrontational' voice.
Nico's face goes through a complicated mess of emotions. "Perce...I don't think that's such a good idea right now."
Percy's eyebrows knit together in a way that makes him look like a puppy that's just been kicked. "Why not?"
"I—I want you all to myself for a while. I haven't been with somebody like this in"—Nico stumbles over his words, embarrassed at his lack of experience here—"in a long time. I mean, if we told anybody they'd probably bug us more." Percy gives a small head tilt of agreement. "And Luke and Annabeth just got together. If we said that we're dating too, we might steal their thunder. Annabeth probably wouldn't appreciate that. I mean, the trip was her birthday present from Luke."
Percy nods grudgingly after giving this a moment of contemplation. "Okay, well, whatever you think is best. I trust you."
Nico feels like he's just dodged a huge bullet.
"Remember..." he licks at his lips. "This is no one's secret to tell, not even ours. You know what that means, don't you?"
His boyfriend sighs, running a finger over his forehead. He's wary, but tired and that derails general rational thought. "Yeah, Nico. I understand."
He leaves the bathroom without so as much giving Nico a kiss.
There we are ladies and gentlemen! Chapter #14 of Nico Di Angelo's Hopeless Guide to Love, #14: No One's Secret To Tell. Percy and Nico shall have to readjust to living as a couple back in their regular skin and life where Percy's own interests will stumble and have strife with Nico's. I've taken some liberties by making sure that there's some tension that'll either be evaporated or added onto by the end of the story... we're super close to being finished, just seven chapters left my lovelies. You all are great, y'know? This is third or fourth most viewed story on the site believe it or not, and I'd be compelled / crazy enough to say that my writing isn't even the best I've done (I'd give that to Cardinal Stasis, a Rated T Will x Nico story) in this fandom, but I digress. Anywho, thanks for reading! I hope to see you all soon for Chapter #15: What I Like About You. Please review and let me know what you thought! Have an amazing day! Love you all! Bye!
~ Paradigm