𝐂œ𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬é𝐬 [Percy Jackson]

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What was he doing? What the fuck was he doing?

He watched Percy retract his hand that was holding Hadrian's wrist, his fingers no longer touching the newly tattooed skin. Hadrian desperately wanted to ask him if Percy liked the tattoo, to ask him what he thought about it, what other tattoo he should get. But he didn't trust himself to speak.

He took off his shirt first, Percy followed. Hadrian tried to look away, anywhere else. He focused on the two lights on the deck. They pointed into the water, so thankfully they weren't jumping into black nothingness.

And besides, if they were attacked, Percy would be right there with him, so Hadrian didn't know why he was panicking.

"What are you waiting for, pretty boy?" Hadrian smirked, trying to ease himself back into his own personality— the snarky flirt— not the bumbling jealous idiot. "I mean, you can keep staring, I don't mind"

Percy scoffed humorously and flipped him off.

Hadrian wasted no time in vaulting over the railing and plunging into the water.

The cold shocked him to the bone.

He should've expected it. But he somehow forgot to think about the temperature.

It was nowhere near the chill of the Cocytus or the agony of Phlegethon, but still, Hadrian gasped as he broke the surface and thrashed around. "COLD!" He yelled, his teeth chattering as he looked at Percy, still on the deck.

"Are you always this impulsive, mon cœur?"

"Learned it from the best"

Hadrian slicked his wet hair back, some blue strands stuck to his forehead. He hoped he looked sexy and not pathetic.

His brain only repeated one phrase— Percy likes me, Percy likes me, Percy likes me, Percy-

The light from the ship didn't give them a lot of area to swim in, but Hadrian would take whatever he could get. He watched Percy take off his pants so he was wearing only boxers. Gods of Olympus, this boy was going to be the death of him.

Hadrian had been wearing shorts, so he didn't need to take them off. Technically, Percy didn't need to take his pants off either, he could control the water to stay dry. Then why had he stripped?

Percy flashed him a grin and dove into the water like an Olympic diver. The deck of the ship wasn't that much higher than water level, maybe ten or so feet. Hadrian watched as Percy cut through the water perfectly with minimal splash, his body disappearing into the black water.

They really hadn't thought this through. They were in the middle of the Mediterranean, surrounded by monsters that wanted to kill them and they had decided to jump straight into unfamiliar water. Great.

If he died here, Hadrian wanted his gravestone to say: He died as he lived— horny and gay.

One moment passed, then another, and another. Percy didn't come up. Hadrian knew he could breathe underwater, but he couldn't help the lurch of his stomach. He scanned the water that was illuminated by the light, but he couldn't spot any figure.

Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the water, opening his eyes, trying to search for Percy.

Nothing. The only thing he could see was the ship and a few fishes swimming close by.

No sign of Percy in the murky water.

Hadrian swam up again, taking another deep breath. If Percy was messing with him, he was going to kill that son of a bitch.

"Percy, it's not funny" He whisper yelled. "Percy!"

He went underwater again, watching the white light as it passed through the water, making designs on his skin made of dancing light. Percy was still nowhere to be found.