Percy Jackson One-shots

So Close and Yet So Far (Percico)

So Close and Yet So Far - Percico - Rated M

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I'm running on fumes. This emergency quest set upon us by Olympus, to deliver a package to Artemis isn't going according to plan. I've reached out to Thalia in the dream world, and Percy's passed the message to every naiad we've come across to tell the hunters we're looking for them. All our efforts have failed.

The whole journey has had me on edge. Percy says he's trying to be my friend, to show me he's accepting of me, but he's doing it to a degree that feels like flirting. I know he tends to go overboard when he decides on a course of action, but this new closeness as well as the non-stop travelling, dispatching monsters, and lack of time to sleep is not making it easy for me to not lean on him.

We stop at another quiet stream in some forest; I've lost track of which state we're even in, and Percy kneels at the bank talking to a pale green naiad. My vision blurs. She takes his message and sinks back into the water with a splash. He walks toward me, his image going double, and then the world goes dark.

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I open my eyes, blinking sleep out of them. I feel safe and warm. Percy's dirt smeared face grins down at me. "What happened?" I ask, my voice raspy, my throat parched.

"You fainted...straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."

He's wearing that stupid grin again, the one that dares me to try and not like him. I roll my eyes. I like him just fine, as friends. Annabeth is his rock and the reason he's survived as long as he has. Neither of us will forget that.

I push myself up on my elbows. I'd been using his thigh as a pillow and - I feel my face burn - we're on a bed. Together. I scoot off the edge and get to my feet, looking around the unfamiliar room, anything to not look at him. I scrub my filthy hair, disgusting myself. "How long was I out?" I ask, feeling like I need to talk to prevent an awkward silence. "Where are we anyway?"

He doesn't answer my first question. I look at him over my shoulder, my fingers tapping the sides of my thighs. He raises his eyebrows, wrinkling his forehead. His back is propped up against the headboard, his arms lifted so his hands cushion his head and his legs are stretched out on top of the duvet. He's got that calm about him that has always made me want to trust him, like his whole aura screams: Don't worry. I got this.. "Nearest hotel I could find that looked nice. I uh ... hope you don't mind, but I paid for the room with your credit card."

I don't care about that. It's not like Hades doesn't have funds to spare. I shake my head, and face away again, cursing my body's reaction to checking him out. I'm supposed to be over him, and yet here we are questing alone together, finding refuge in a hotel room that only has one bed. He's not making it easy for me to move on. I wonder if he's aware of it, if he's toying with me, but even though Percy is a lot of annoying things, he's not a bully. He wasn't even aware how bad I had it for him for so long. I don't think he would deliberately play with my emotions.

"I'm gonna use the shower. I stink so bad I'm offending myself," I tell him, trying to diffuse my nerves with humor. "I'm surprised you didn't push me off your lap."

I don't wait to hear how he answers. I can't do it. I'm supposed to be over it, this stupid crush. I walk to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I lean with my back to the door, my heart thudding, my balls aching. I press my hand to my groin, unable to stop myself from squeezing a little, adjusting. My jeans aren't tight and I hope to Hades Percy didn't notice them tenting.

Okay, I need to just do this, not think about Percy in the next room, just shower, wank my cock back to normal, and then ... I unbutton my fly. I'll think about what to do next after I take care of this problem . I strip myself, realizing Percy must have taken my shoes and socks off for me, and that makes the throbbing worse.