Percy Jackson One-shots

Wrestling Personal Demons (Jercy)

A/N: College AU

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I grapple with Grace on the mat, my mouthguard slipping, my mouth going juicy. I have his right shoulder pinned, straddling his left hip as he twists, my jockstrap stretching tight as he gets his knees up and spreads my legs wider than I'm used to, bracing himself and I know I'm in trouble. The pressure on my cock forces a groan out of me. I hope my face, already burning from exertion, hides the flush spreading down my neck to my chest. He twists again, snakelike, slipping out from under my hold, my palm striking the mat hard, and then the world tilts as I'm thrown onto my back. He holds me in place with his pelvis, his feet pinning my legs, his hands grinding my biceps. I'm so worked up I'm close to coming.

Thweeeeeeet! sounds the whistle and Hedge calls the match.

Grace grins down at me, a strand of saliva slipping from his mouth and hitting my cheek. He holds me in place a few seconds longer than necessary, and it could be my damn perverted brain, but I swear he grinds our groins deliberately before letting up.

"All right, cupcakes! On your feet and hit the showers!"

Grace gets to his feet as I rise on my elbows, my heart hammering, shame setting in. I'm off my game. He holds out a hand, surprising me and I grab it, pulling myself up. I shake my head and focus on keeping my feet level, covering my vertigo.

"Grace!" Hedge snaps. "You're good to go! Jackson, stay a sec."

Grace looks at me, his forehead creased. He raises an eyebrow.

I spit out my mouthguard and shoo him away. We're bros, but that doesn't mean I want him to see me get dressed down by the coach.

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I push the front door of Olympus University, my head pounding and my breath catches in my lungs as the freezing January air hits me. I hug myself, my bag slung over my shoulder and curse my memory for leaving my jacket in the locker room. My breath rises like smoke in the cold night as I stomp across the snow-laden grounds, crunching through trails of footprints crisscrossing my path. My teeth chatter.

"Hey, Jackson!"

I turn, spotting Grace as he steps out from behind the statue of Zeus several yards from me at the center point of campus. I remember sharing a laugh with him when he said he thought the school was tempting fate, naming itself Olympus. Same as the guy who built the Titanic.

"Too cold!" I call back and then I catch sight of his hand. "Don't you throw that snowba- goddamnit!" It strikes my shoulder and breaks apart, bits of it sliding down my shirt.

Grace doubles over with laughter. Normally, this would be war, and I'd arm myself and show him up, but after 15 minutes of coach shouting in my ear and then forgetting my jacket after losing to him on the mat, I'm just done.

I turn and lengthen my strides, reaching the dorms before Grace realizes he fucked up.

I yank the dorm building door open and race up the back stairs instead of taking the elevator, warming up as I work my legs, and my beef with Grace has my nerves thrumming with frustration.

I make it back to my room, drop my bag and lock the bathroom door on my side. Grace is in the next room over and we share the toilet between us. That finished, I strip to my briefs and crawl into bed, pulling my laptop up and fixing my headphones in place. He can't get in now, and I can't hear him, so I figure I'm finally safe.

I pull my laptop close, hating myself as I visit his Instagram and start scrolling. There it is, the picture of us I can't get out of my head. Jason's muscular ass, flexing through his purple singlet, hugging me in the tightest bear hug possible. I slip my hand inside my briefs and start stroking. I'm smiling in the photo, my face smooshed beside his neck, and I recall how it felt to be so close, the manly smells, the taste of his sweat on my lips.