Would that I ──── Leo Valdez [2]

𝟏𝟑: 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬

─────"𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞!"

Someone was shaking him. 

Why were they shaking him?

"Vince! Vinny! Vin! Vin Diesel! Family means everything! Fast and Furious! Vince! Patito!"

"If you call me a duckling one more time, I swear to all the gods above, Leo, I will throw you off this ship," Vincent said, but he was still half asleep and half drooling so it sounded something like, "duckling... bleh bleh, gods, mmmhh leo, throw...  ship."

Leo shook him again until Vincent had to crack his eyelids open and stare at Leo's half crazed face. His eyes were wide and he looked like a mad scientist that had just discovered a way to turn the entire population of humans into ducks or something similarly disturbing. 

"Percy and Annabeth weren't in their beds this morning."

"So?" Vince mumbled, reaching out, completely unaware of what his hand was doing until he pulled Leo into the bed fully dressed. Leo let out a strangled yelp, but fell onto the bed next to him. 

"What do you mean, So?" Leo sputtered. Vincent just buried his face in the crook of Leo's neck. Leo was so warm and the room was so cold and Vincent was so sleepy and Leo's waist was so amazing. He slipped an arm around Leo, and he told himself it was fine because they did that all the time. 

"I don't sleep in my room." Vince tried to shrug, but his body was pressed against Leo so it was probably hard to guess what he was trying to do. He slung his leg over Leo's. "Big deal, maybe they woke up early or something."

"Frank found them in the stables," Leo sounded frustrated that Vincent wasn't understanding what he was insinuating, "He looked pretty red when he told Coach where they were... all alone... all night..."

Vincent's brain, as a rule, refused to work in the morning, but for Leo, he wanted to make an exception. He tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes. 

"So, you think they fucked."

"I didn't— That's not what I— Vince!" 

Vincent loved when Leo stuttered, when something was so weird that even he was at a loss for words. 

"That's what it sounds like you're saying."

"I'm just saying it sounds suspicious!"

"Why is their sex life any of your business?" Vincent pulled back a bit (with herculean strength) and stared at Leo. 

"I'm not saying they fucked—"

"And even if they did, good for them," Vincent was already half on top of Leo, using him like a body pillow. Even if Leo wanted to, he wouldn't be able to leave now with Vincent letting him. "Sex positivity, Leo. As long as its safe and consensual."

"Can we please stop talking about sex?" 

"Your heart is beating awfully fast," Vincent teased, "I'm close to your chest so I can hear it. Don't tell me you're a prude, Leo."

"Says the guy that didn't know what periods were until he was thirteen."

"Hey! Not my fault all the foster parents used euphemisms like 'aunt flo' or 'sharkweek' or 'the time of the month'."

"You accused the girls of being werewolves!" Leo laughed and the noise sounded even better with Vincent's ear pressed to his chest. 

"I'm telling you one of those girls was definitely always missing on a full moon night. There was something fishy going on."