Take Off Those Glasses! (Jason x Percy = Jercy)

3. That Was So Gay

"Percy," Jason declared.

The man confidently removed the hood to expose the boy Jason could die for. The green eyes twinkled with an unknown shine. His lips were curled up to a small, gentle smile. Jason was left helplessly staring at the perfect face.

"Why are you here?" Jason asked confusingly as he saw Percy delicately taking a bite from the burger and then, a sip from the diet coke can.

"I just felt like I should look out if you folk are doing anything inappropriate. So, I followed you here," Percy sad. "After all, we're best friends. And something told me this date wasn't going to go very well. I knew you'd be awkwardly sitting here alone, thought to give you company."

"That's stalker-behavior right there. But I love you anyway, bro," Jason said, feigning to wipe un-existing tears off his face.

"I love you too, Jason. You're the greatest, bestest friend I could ever get," Percy said, managing between chewing a huge bite and speaking.

Did the asshole just friend-zone me?! Jason thought.

"Heh," Jason gave a mocking scowl before taking the second burger and having a handsome bite himself.

***

Percy was sitting on Jason's bed, playing Among Us with a few friends while Jason read a book beside Percy. Somehow, Jason didn't mind the curses and offensive lines Percy spat while playing. He was the Imposter, and no one had still known till now.

"Bro, why don't you play with me?" Percy whined.

"I don't know jackshit about Between Us, and you know that, Percy," Jason said, not averting his eyes from the book.

"It's 'Among Us', dumbass" Percy scowled. "And I can teach you!"

"Tsk. I don't wanna learn," Jason said. 

"Even if I'm the one teaching you?"

"Shut up and focus on your game." 

Percy finally knew there was no way he could convince Jason, and so he went back to killing the Crewmates.

A good fifteen minutes later, when Jason got bored from sitting in a single position, he went to Percy's upper thigh and laid his head on there. Percy didn't protest. He was too busy playing the game.

A little while later, Percy looked at Jason's face on his lap. He blushed for no reason, probably because Jason was so close. He wanted to tell Jason to fuck off, and that what he was doing was gay, but he couldn't say a single word. He felt good to have Jason near him, to know he was safe and sound. He looked at Jason's bright blue eyes through his glasses, intent and focused on the printed letters. And his long, beautiful, blond eyelashes. He noticed the faint scar on Jason's upper lip and felt the irresistible urge to touch it, as if it was still raw and needed care.

It was that moment that Jason shifted an inch and his ear almost touched Percy's manhood. Percy blinked, painfully realizing once again where Jason was. But he couldn't take his eyes off Jason's face. Off his perfectly sculpted features. Off his striking blue eyes. Off his little scar. Blonde Superman, Percy thought.

"Quit staring, Jackson," Jason said suddenly. Percy almost jumped. He had not expected Jason to know what he was doing when his eyes were so absorbed in the book. His eyes widened when Jason shifted once again and Percy stiffened at places he shouldn't should.

Percy could feel the bulge in his sweatpants. And he could feel it throbbing and pleading to be touched. Fuck, Percy thought. Think of grannies. Grannies with saggy boobs. And weird smelly vaginas, he told himself. This is gay, and I'm not gay. But it was not helping. And he felt guilty. For getting a hard dick for his best friend behind his girlfriend's back.

Jason suddenly got up and his eyes went straight to Percy's tent. He kept the book aside. A playful smirk made way to Jason's lips. He took off Percy's headphones and gently pushed him down on the bed. Percy was too flushed to even react to any of this, and on top of that, Jason messed with Percy like this quite a lot of times.

But this instant, Percy just looked at him like 'what the hell are you up to, dude?'

"Jason, are you -?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, as he took off his glasses and put them away.

"Jason, why - why did you remove your glasses?"

'I only take off my glasses when I take a shower, sleep, fight or have sex'. The line flashed through Percy's mind and he shuddered.

Jason only smiled wider. He got on top of Percy, holding his body up so that no weight would fall on Percy. Percy couldn't help but notice the muscles flexing in his arms as he held himself up. His eyes practically bulged out of his head and his heart leapt out of his chest.

And then you know what happens.

No, they don't kiss.

Percy felt heat crawling up to his cheeks. In other words, he started blushing.

"You're blushing, Perc," Jason remarked with artificial surprise. He had used the nick name Percy had not heard from a long time, not from his girlfriend or anyone. Great, could I have been any more exposed? Percy thought. But seriously, what is Jason even trying to do? What is he thinking?

"Jason," Percy said, assuring himself it was, in fact, Jason, his best friend.

Out of the blue, Jason began grinding his hips on Percy. His eyes were literally popping when as he saw Jason. Jason just looked at him mischievously as he slowly rocked his hips against Percy, their pants rubbing against each other. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

"J-J-Jason," Percy stuttered, keeping a strong hold onto Jason's arms as prepared to push him away. This is going a little too far for a joke, right? Percy asked himself. He could feel beads of sweat going down his temples. And he could also very well feel his dick getting harder under Jason. And he was also very well sure Jason knew that.

Jason looked down at Percy, his blues darkening as he continued to rock against his best friend. Percy still had his hands on Jason's arms, and he could feel the hard muscles under his palms.

Percy let out a moan when Jason kept going, and instantly regretted it. He looked at the boy above him in utter horror and Jason suddenly stopped.

"You might want to take care of that," Jason said matter-of-factly, glancing at pointing at Percy's tent.

"What the hell, dude?" Percy growled, ignoring Jason's latest comment. "Why the fuck did you do that?" His eyebrows furrowed and his lips curled into a pout.

If only I could bite that lips and taste his blood, Jason thought. If only I could take him right now and fuck the brains out of him. If only I could take him away from Annabeth. If only I could make him love me. If only I could make him mine.

"Just wanted to fuck with you," Jason said, as he wore his glasses and took his book in his hands once again.

"Just wanted to fuck with me?!" Percy exclaimed. "Dude, that was so gay!"

"So what?"

So what?