Percy Jackson One-shots

Bro Bonding Exercise (Jercy)

Bro Bonding Exercise - Jercy - Rated M

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This thing with Percy started pretty much since our first fist bump. I couldn't help but compare myself to him, from who was more heroic, who had the hottest girlfriend, who was the more natural leader ... You know, pretty much the same thing my dad and his probably did. That thought always sours my stomach. I think it does Percy's too.

We were better than our fathers, capable of reasonable compromises, but occasionally our bromance teetered on a thread neither of us was willing to acknowledge.

Once, I stopped by his room on the Argo II - he'd been acting bummed because Annabeth wasn't paying him much attention - and his hand was busy under his blanket.

"Really, man?" he said, pulling his hands out, sheepish, his face going red.

I was ready to apologize for coming in without knocking, and then dunk my head under the faucet in the bathroom to cool my cheeks from my own embarrassment. Instead, in typical Percy fashion, he made it a joke.

"Bet my dick is bigger than yours."

And just like that, the competitive edge crashed down on top of me, my heart racing, my hormones going wild at the words 'dick' and 'big'.

"You think so, Jackson?" I was half-hard already, but undeterred.

He raised an eyebrow and gave me a cocky grin, spotting me pressing my hand to my groin. He shifted over in his bunk. "Get over here and let's find out."

I won the bet by an inch.

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After that, we laughed it off. Comparing dick sizes and getting off next to each other is such a typical frat boy thing to do. We figured risking our lives to save the world killed our chances at getting into any frat, but that didn't mean we couldn't mess each other around a bit in the same fashion.

The next time happened after Chrysaor made us both feel like fools. Hedge sent me away after telling me my 'help' while exhausted and humiliated really wasn't much help, so I went below deck and knocked on Percy's door. He flung it open looking about as humiliated as I felt.

When he saw it was me, he grabbed my arm and pulled me in, then shut the door. "You look like crap, Grace."

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Yeah, getting knocked out by a dolphin man ..." I scowl. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep. I'll be beating myself up trying."

"Tell me about it, bro. I got disarmed pretty much the second I crossed swords with that golden jerkoff."

I raised my eyebrows in amusement. "Nice choice of words."

He shrugged, grinning stupidly. "Well. That's what my plans were. Helps me relax."

"You wanna?"

"Bro bonding exercise? Do you have to ask?"

We stood a foot apart, rubbing our dicks through our pants. My breath got heavy, watching him, then I wondered if he'd be weirded out that I was getting hard watching him rub his dick and looked up, but he was doing the same thing to me and instead of weirding me out, it got me harder.

We pulled them out at last and Percy, typically, challenged me to a duel. We smacked dicks, and fuck if it wasn't the most awesome feeling in the world, giggling like naughty school boys until the sexual frenzy ramped up and we finished by jacking off with our dicks rubbing together, our hands making a shared fist.

The second I heard him call out and watched the come spurting from his tip, it was over for me too.

"Dude!"