A/N:So this is a sequel to Stupid Cupid with another 'what if' and I've thought of a sort of vulgar one! Hopefully after this 'what if' Percy might actually be in love with Nico in the end? Yeah?

This scene takes place a few weeks after everyone wakes up on the Argo II.

Coffee or Tea?

Chapter One: Nico's POV

Nico felt the brush of his hand against his pale cheek. The very touch sent shivers rushing down the boy's spine and filling up his stomach with butterflies. Percy's lips moved along with the Italian's in nips and sucks. But before the boy could completely fall into the spell that is Percy Jackson as his tongue slid across his own lower lip, Nico's eyes opened to find himself still lying in bed.

He brought up his fingers to lightly brush his burning lips as his other hand ran through his ridiculous bed head. Disappointment seeped into the Italian's bones as he remembered the kiss. Every night for the past few weeks he had only dreamed of Percy and that enthralling kiss.

It was torture to know that it had only been a ploy made up by that stupid god.

It was not only the dreams but the way everyone was acting.

Annabeth was constantly seeking Percy's attention, making simple conversation and asking his opinion on this or that. She was clinging onto the boy as if he was the only life boat on a sinking ship. And Nico knew that Annabeth wasn't the clingy type of person. Had the dream secretly influenced this upon her?

Percy was also different. Nico kept catching him throwing glances towards him when he was trying to catch glimpses of him. If that makes any sense. Percy would also 'accidently' run into the Italian and force him to make idle conversation with him, sometimes lightly touching his shoulder or brushing his fingers against Nico's arm which completely drove him insane by the way.

It was almost unbearable for Nico di Angelo. The dreams and the confusion. He almost wished that Cupid would put him back into that reality. He wished that the kiss had gone on longer and that it had deepened and that they would have had something more than the few precious moments that they had had.

"You've been wasting time," someone spoke from the other side of the room. They crept closer and stood at the edge of Nico's bed. "I've given you so much to work with and you just throw it away." The figure Nico could make out was tall with an angelic array of hair that cascaded around their face. Instantly the boy recognized him as the god Cupid.

"You do you have to terrorize me?" Nico asked. "Don't you have much more important things to attend to?"

"This is important." The god insisted.

Nico sat up and stretched his arms as a yawn escaped his lips. "I would rather have you not meddling in my not so much love life."

"Of course the son of Hades would rather be left alone. Of course he would take away the possibilities of being loved and cared for and would rather sit in the dark corner that is self-pity." Somehow Cupid had made his way next to Nico to set his hand on his head, ruffling his hair in what could have been a loving manner, but the expression on the god's face showed otherwise. He was furious. "But I'm going to be generous and help you out."

Before Nico could stop the god from doing what he had done before again, he was running.

Nico di Angelo was running and confused. He was pushing past people and looking over his shoulder. Was he running from something? Was that something dangerous? He only knew that he was terrified beyond control. His legs pumped him faster and his breath came out in ragged gulps.

He had to get away. Get something from… something. He wasn't sure.

After turning a corner Nico burst through a door and found himself into what looked like an elegant coffee house. He looked around taking in the light brown wallpaper decorated with swirls and flower designs, the wooden floor and round glass tables complimented with small metal chairs that bloomed a brown cushion.

Nico looked up to see a boy standing before him carrying a tray of coffee in elegant glass mugs. His hair was black and waved along his head. He wore a vest that matched with the wallpaper with a white long sleeved shirt that was rolled attractively up to his elbows. Nico's stomach fluttered as he looked shyly away from piercing seagreen eyes. "Coffee or tea?" he asked.

A/N: I can't wait to get along with this story!