𝐂œ𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬é𝐬 [Percy Jackson]

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Percy could not keep his hands off Hadrian.

It's like once he touched him, it was impossible to stop.

He did everything he had wanted to do for so long, he pushed Hadrian onto his bed (Annabeth had winked at him when they turned up at her cabin and told him she'd sort the night watch thing out), he sunk his hands into his hair like he'd imagined, heard Hadrian mumble softly, ran his tongue over his lips, kissed the freckle next to his lips.

Everything he wanted and more and Hadrian seemed just as desperate for it. Was this just a dream?

"I don't want the shark and the gay fish to watch us make out" Hadrian said suddenly, "Think of the kids, pretty boy"

Percy grumbled, complaining, but he did turn the stuffed toys around.

By the time he looked back at Hadrian, he was looking down at his shorts in bewilderment. "I could have sworn they were wet just now"

"yeah, I figured you didn't want to sit on your bed with wet clothes" Percy shrugged, "Put on a record"

So Hadrian moved to the record player, putting on a slow tune with guitar. A man's voice sang so beautifully, Percy had to wonder if he was a god.

"Harry Styles" Hadrian explained hastily, "The one you bought for me"

"I'm glad you like it" Percy leaned back on the bed.

Hadrian smiled like he hadn't expected Percy to talk, "We don't have to make small talk—"

"I want to" Percy said earnestly, "I want to talk to you, I want to listen to you... tell me about Harry. I'm not going anywhere, I'll still be here in the morning"

Hadrian got to his feet suddenly and cleared his throat, "You're going to be the death of me, I swear"

"Don't say that" Percy whined like a child, "I just want to talk to you, is that so bad?"

"Yes" Hadrian threw up his hands, "Because— Because you're you and I can't— I— Why can't you just be a horrible person? Why do you have to be so—"

"So?" Percy raised an eyebrow.

Hadrian opened his closet door. He pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before throwing them at Percy. "You're so... ugh"

"I'm ugh?"

"No— I mean yes— I mean-"

"Kiss me?"

Hadrian wasn't an idiot, so he didn't refuse.

He did something downright sinful with his tongue that dragged a low groan from Percy's throat. He had never heard himself make that sound before. And he wasn't sure how he felt about it because it sounded desperate and needy. Whether he liked it or not, Hadrian sure seemed to.

Percy's brain either stopped working or started working at lightning fast speed. He felt like he was second guessing himself at every step. Was he doing this right? Is this even how you kiss? What should he do with his arms?

He'd only been kissed twice before, both the times by girls. And Hadrian felt so different from that, but a good kind of different.

"Remember Louis?" Hadrian pulled back. "Harry was in the same band as him"

And that's all it took for Hadrian to start talking about them. And while Percy loved the feeling of his lips on Hadrian's, he loved this too.

Hadrian couldn't help but flush as Percy kept staring intensely. As if he cared about every single word Hadrian was saying, as if every syllable out of his mouth was worth noting. No one ever did that, at least not with Hadrian. No one had ever done that. No one had ever paid that much attention, invested that much time and energy.

And here was Percy Jackson, listening to him talk about a boy band.

Hadrian wanted to kiss him again. So he did.

Percy hummed with a small smile as they parted again. He looked like he was in heaven, like nothing else mattered.

Hadrian's heart might as well have leapt out of his throat.

Finally. He thought. Fucking Finally.

Yes. This feels right. This is what I'm meant to be doing. This is the person I'm meant to be kissing.

It was like he'd spent his whole life in Tartarus, and only now had he come up to the overworld for a breath of fresh air.

Percy pulled him closer, making him sit on the bed.

And honestly? Hadrian could have done this for eternity. Just sit with Percy Jackson. Percy Jackson who was kissing him, Percy Jackson who's hand was in his hair, Percy Jackson who made him feel so many things, Percy Jackson who seemed to want him just as much.

Percy pushed him back onto his bed and oh.

Well that was fast.

He placed mindless kisses down Hadrian's neck, reaching the spot he seemed to be aiming for.

"mon cœur" Percy said, pulling back for a moment. "I know what it means... I remember you said it means my heart"

And Hadrian swore his heart fucking stops. His breath hitched.

"Your birthmark" Percy brushed his thumb against it. "I thought it was my secret spot"

"Hmm?"

"I thought only I saw it... and then Hazel pointed it out and..." Percy sighed in disappointment. Then he ducked his head and kissed his birthmark. Hadrian bit his lip.

Percy looked unsure of what he was doing, but he intertwined his fingers with Hadrian's hand and brought both the hands between them. He stared at the tattoo on Hadrian's wrist and smiled so fucking bright that Hadrian had to look away.

Percy made it feel like he had a storm inside his heart.

"Sun" he breathed out, falling onto the bed next to him. "You got a sun"

"Felt right" Hadrian shrugged. "And because you suggested it"

Percy pressed a kiss to his cheek. Both of them were flushed red, Hadrian pulled the blanket on top of him.

"Percy, you're going to turn away from me or I swear to gods, I won't be able to sleep"

"Forget sleep" Percy grinned.

Hadrian snorted and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Good night, pretty boy"