Backpacking (Jercy Style)

Spoon Man

He wakes up with a raging hard-on being worked into even more of a fury by a hand not belonging to him and another hard-on humping his backside.

"Jackson!" He means to spit Percy's name, to unleash his disgust at being taken advantage of in his sleep, but it comes out like a pleading whiny moan which doesn't shock Percy out of his humping.

Jason twists until he can see Percy's face, surprised to find he's fast asleep and drooling down Jason's back.

"Gross," he mumbles and turns over onto his back, hoping gravity will wake Percy up. It doesn't, but at least the hand on his groin falls to the side.

His plan to create enough body heat worked at least, but now he's so hot and bothered it's painful. Percy whines in his sleep, the hand that had been on Jason's groin, moving to his own. And no. Jason isn't going to just lie there while Percy gets himself off in his sleep, stains the sleeping bag and makes everything smell like come. At least, he doesn't think he will. He might give it a minute's thought.

"Wh-what?" Percy gasps, and Jason closes his eyes, rubbing the corners with his thumb and forefinger.

"I moved as soon as I woke up, dude," Jason says, groping along the side of the sleeping bag to make sure he hasn't lost his glasses. They're there, but the frames are so cold, he's not going to put them on until he has to. Besides, it's easier to deal with the awkwardness if everything's a little blurry.

Percy breathes heavily for a couple of long ass minutes and the sound doesn't help quell Jason's erection at all. Percy finally breaks the silence. "We don't mention this ever, right?"

The words hit Jason's heart like an ice pick, but he can't really fault Percy for them. You can't turn a straight guy bi after all, and he's never even told Percy he is bi, so it's not like Percy would know to be sensitive.

"Right," he says and shuts up before they start bickering. It's not quite morning yet, the sky's still dark, and if possible, staying alive and keeping the body heat is easier to do when you're not hating on your bed partner.

"Then it doesn't matter if we take care of this problem, right? I'm hurting, man. I need relief."

The words in themselves could be taken as insensitive again, but the tone in Percy's voice, the need, the desperation softens Jason to Percy's plight. Hell, he's in the same boat. He'll never have an opportunity to actually do this with Percy ever again, and Percy has just confirmed they'd never speak of it, so why shouldn't he?

"Yeah," he says, not really sure what it is he's agreeing to, but he's not going to shut Percy down, "just like it never happened."

Jason's breath catches in his throat as Percy latches onto him, pressing their bodies together and rolling until Percy's on top. The sleeping bag twists, trapping Jason's feet while Percy moves his hips, grinding their groins together, their chests and stomachs slick with sweat.

Jason meets Percy's mouth in what can definitely not be passed off as a 'bros giving a helping hand' sort of way. He can't help it; he pours everything into the kiss, all the need and lust from previous denials flooding out of him as the boundaries are erased. His brain catches up with him, finally over the surprise, and he remembers he has hands he could be using. He runs them over Percy's back and shoulders, groaning loudly, releasing all the sounds he's suppressed over the years of being so close and unable to speak. Instead, he drinks in Percy's body as if through osmosis, desperate, thirsty. He needs to glut himself as much as possible while the opportunity lasts.

"I want it," Percy says, his breath hot next to Jason's ear, then he nuzzles under Jason's earlobe and nips at his neck.

Jason's blood thunders in his ears, pulsing behind his eyeballs, the urge to turn the tables and establish dominance warring with the fear that it might scare Percy off and end things before they start. But when Percy licks over the bite mark and tweaks one of Jason's nipples, it sends a jolt through his nerves, his balls growing tight and his libido screaming to own this guy.

Without thinking, Jason succumbs to his baser instincts, pushing their boxers down, working their bodies free with his hands and legs, and then he rolls so Percy is pinned under him, his hardness fitted between Percy's thighs, prodding his balls. He pins Percy's arms at his sides, not willing to chance being pushed away, and in the dark, he barely makes out the fear flashing across Percy's eyes, threatening to turn aggressive. Before that happens, he smashes their mouths together again, tongues, teeth, lips until Percy gasps under him and arches his hips to get more friction. Jason finds Percy's pulse point and sinks his teeth into the skin below it, where neck meets shoulder, moaning in pleasure as Percy relaxes under him. He smiles against Percy's skin and releases the hold on his arms.

Percy grabs his back, fingers digging in, his voice whining. "Make me come, bro. I want it."

Jason backs his hips away, giving Percy room to spread his legs, to open up, and he wonders if he's dreaming. It's too good, too easy. He brushes their groins together gently at first, fuzzy, sticky rubbing, and then breathes in short huffs. "You done it before? With a guy?"

Percy squeezes his eyes shut, perhaps second guessing himself or maybe hearing the bare truth of what's he's asking will break whatever spell he's under. He bites his lip, then pushes his groin upwards, frustrated when Jason moves back just as much, not giving him the relief he seeks.

Jason waits, the unspoken words heavy between them.

"No. Not like this. It'll be fine. Please, man."

Jason nods, then twists away to find his backpack, the sounds of Percy's sighs, pants, and groans as he palms himself, the perfect background music. Jason digs in the right pocket of his pack and pulls out the small tube of lube he's stashed there, then rolls back, curling up along Percy's side. The lube is freezing cold, though thankfully not frozen solid. He squeezes it in his fist, warming it up as best he can while he watches Percy slipping in and out of his own fist, his eyes fixed on Jason's face. When Jason meets them, there's pure want in their depths, so much more serious than Jason believed Percy was capable of being.

Unable to wait any longer, the heat between them growing to fever pitch while the air outside the bag freezes Jason's ears. He uncaps the Lube and squirts it on Percy's hipbone, earning a hiss, though Percy doesn't stop bucking, even after Jason moves Percy's hand away. Jason smears the lube down, coating his fingers, and working Percy loose. He's hot inside, more than Jason would have expected, and the way he clenches around Jason's fingers makes Jason ache to the point he has to stop and squeeze himself to keep from coming.

Time doesn't seem to exist anymore. Jason turns Percy on his side, spooning up behind him, wrapping Percy's back with his chest, and meeting his mouth in fast needy kisses. Percy holds himself ready and Jason pushes inside. And then there is only sensation reducing them to give and take, mouths and hands, squelching sweat-slick skin, gasps, and tight velvet heat. Too soon, Jason's going to come. He holds back as much as he can, finding Percy's hardness with his free hand, hot and slick, and Percy cries out, gripping Jason's wrist, not to stop him, but to encourage him, begging. "More. Yeah. There. Right there."

Jason answers the plea as best he can, but he's losing the fight to hold back as Percy stiffens against his body, swearing up a storm, his body rippling around Jason to the point Jason's going to come whether he wants to or not. It's pure bliss to let go. He empties himself, high on fumes and holding Percy's body in a bear hug, pumping into him as close and deep as he can get, nearly blacking out from the force of his climax.