𝐂œ𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬é𝐬 [Percy Jackson]

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Hazel caught them.

In her defense, she was just there to ask Hadrian about waterproof eyeliner.

"OH MY GODS"

"HAZEL?"

Percy fell off the bed and groaned in pain as he gathered himself and got to his feet. Hadrian's face flushed red, matching his hair.

"I'M SORRY"

"CAN WE ALL STOP YELLING?" Hadrian scrambled to his feet as well.

Hazel hadn't moved, despite looking like she might throw up. Hadrian had a feeling it was more of a seasick and scandalised at people making out look instead of a homophobic look. She really had a lot of character development, huh?

Her eyes were wide and she looked between Percy and Hadrian like she was following a ball in a tennis match.

"It's not what it looks like" Percy held up his hand. Hadrian cleared his throat.

Hadrian was shirtless, his lips pink from the way Percy was kissing him as if he didn't even need oxygen to survive. Percy's hair resembled a bird's nest more than it did hair, Hadrian remembered feeling the soft strands as he ran his fingers through it.

"It's exactly what it looks like, pretty boy"

Hazel stood as still as a statue, for a moment, Hadrian thought she would turn into Coach Hedge and yell at them for "indecent actions"

"I'm just going to-" She turned around and bumped into the door, "-go, I'm going to go"

"Hazel, no wait" Hadrian jumped over all the messes in his cabin and stopped her before she could walk out. He stood in the doorframe, blocking the way and closed the door, herding her in. "Listen-"

"Hads, I don't care if you two are.."

"Smooch buddies?"

"I hate you" Percy groaned.

"Hazel, I know you're from like a thousand years ago, but it was just kissing, I swear"

"You have a hickey- or several" She pointed to his neck.

Hadrian flushed again, tripping over piles of clothes as he rushed to the mirror, "no, no, no, no, no" he muttered under his breath, "Jackson!"

Sure enough, red marks were starting to form down his neck and across his collarbones. Percy flushed a very pleased pink behind him, but Hadrian couldn't stop worrying.

"In my defense, I didn't even know how to give hickeys"

"Well you did it anyways" Hadrian groaned as he fell back on his bed, covering his face with a pillow and screamed.

"We could-" Percy shifted, "we could cover it with makeup, if you have any, Hazel"

"I'll go steal some from Annabeth who stole it from Hadrian"

Ten minutes later, Hadrian was thanking her profusely while she looked so embarrassed she might die.

They all sat in front of the mirror, watching as Hadrian applied various products to try and make his neck look normal.

"Percy, he looks like he was mauled by a bear," Hazel shook her head, "I don't think you can cover it all up, it's too much"

"Let me try" Percy said, taking a few products from Hadrian. He ignored the boys protests and sat on Hadrian's lap facing him.

"Oh gods" Hazel fanned her face.

"Yeah Percy, oh gods! You're making the poor girl fan her face" 

Percy looked smug at the way Hadrian's breath hitched. He might have to find excuses to do this more often.