Percy Jackson One-shots

Dance Me to the End of Love - Part 2/2 - (Solangelo)

Nico rolls onto his back after what feels like forever, his hair messed up beyond help, but when he looks over at Will lying on the bed beside him, he doesn't need to worry about making an impression.

Will takes deep breaths, his chest rising and falling, and then rolls onto his side to look at Nico, his grin taking up the majority of his face. "Wow. I should have asked you out ages ago." Will's ears go bright red, then his cheeks follow suit. Nico thinks it's adorable.

"Why didn't you?" Nico asks, though he suspects he knows the answer. He hasn't been very good about showing Will he'd accept the invitation. Honestly, if it hadn't been for the stupid juice Jason had given him, he might have never said a thing and Will would have moved on when he assumed Nico wasn't interested. But Will wasn't lying about the pull Nico feels, the magnetism between them. It fills Nico with a secret thrill to know Will feels it too.

"I, uh ..." Will stammers, then clears his throat. "I'm actually not very brave. I was afraid you'd turn me down and then ..." His eyes go round, his grin slipping. "That would have killed me. You don't have any idea how hot you are, do you? How intimidating and really sort of scary you can be to approach when it comes to touchy-feely stuff?"

Nico breathes out slowly and nods. "Yeah, I ... I do that because I'm scared too. Like, if I act like I'm untouchable, then it won't hurt when nobody wants to touch me." He wrinkles his nose, feeling stupid. "That's pretty self-sabotaging, huh?"

Will reaches for him again, dragging his warm palm over Nico's cooling chest and settling over his right nipple. It sends another thrill racing through Nico's nerves, and then he realizes he's only wearing his briefs again. The bathrobe got pushed off sometime during their makeout session.

Nico shakes with laughter, remembering the ridiculous events that brought them to this point. He can't really find it in himself to be upset with Jason, though he really does need to ask about what was in that juice.

The Night Before


"Okay, okay," Jason gasps, laughing. "Watch this one next. He makes a selection on the remote control and a video starts playing on the new big screen television in the Big House's rec room.

He staggers to his feet and plops onto the couch next to Nico.

Nico's focuses on the screen where a fit young man dances, gyrating his hips, his hands caressing his own chest. He strips himself to his briefs, slowly, sensually, then turns and starts bouncing his butt while Jason cracks up, clutching his bottle to his chest.

Nico doesn't tear his eyes from the screen. His heart hammers, the music enthralling, and the dancing ... His fingers twitch in his lap. He has to concentrate to keep his body still when it's itching to get up and dance along. He mentioned he liked to dance to Jason a few months ago and Jason promised to find some modern day dances to show him when he returned to camp, but this is just plain mind-blowing.

The video ends and silence falls between them. Jason passes Nico the bottle, and Nico drinks without speaking.

"Yeah, so that's what I meant when I said today's dance styles would probably not be your thing."

The juice, though Nico wonders if it can actually be called juice, warms him up from the inside. He feels hyper alert and at the same time, powerful. Whatever it is, he likes it. "I could do it."

Jason blinks at him, his smile slipping. "What?" He looks from Nico to the blank screen and then back. "What, like now? Hold up a sec. Iam teasing you a little. I mean. Yeah, that is a modern day style of dance, but it's really geared more toward ..." He trails off with a vague swishy hand gesture.

Nico narrows his eyes. He's not stupid. He knows what Jason's trying to say. This form of dance is geared more to the 'sex for sale' culture. Still, if Jason thought it would be funny to pull as a prank on the guy plucked out of time, it would serve him right if Nico delivered on it.

He looks at the juice bottle, wondering momentarily if something in it is what's lowering his inhibitions, then he shrugs. It doesn't matter.

He glances at Jason, backed up against the arm of the couch, his forehead wrinkled, and sweat trickling from his temple. He's afraid, Nico realizes. He laughs and flashes Jason his creepy smile, then finishes the bottle and hands it back. "You couldn't handle it, Grace."

Jason breathes out slowly. "Whew. You had me going for a minute there."

Nico stares at the empty bottle in Jason's hand, his mouth already dry again. "You got any more of that juice?"

XxxX

"So, we gonna get this party started or what?" Percy asks as he pushes the door to the rec room open and he and Annabeth enter. Annabeth spots Piper by the Ping-Pong table and joins her, while Jason greets Percy and bumps fists with him. "How's my bro?"

Nico watches his friends as if filtered through a pleasant haze. He feels simultaneously light in his body and weighted to the ground. Like a helium-filled balloon with a heavy clip attached to the end of its string. His mind switches from Percy and Jason's bromantic greeting to Will Solace and his friends entering the room. Butch, Lou Ellen, and Cecil head for the dartboard, while Will hangs back and surveys the crowd.

Nico smiles when Will's eyes settle on him. Normally, he isn't quite so eager to greet Will with so many people around, but now – he feels good. He waves as Will grins at him, and then heads over.

"Hey, Nico. How've you been?"

Nico shrugs, grinning lopsidedly. "Not bad."

Will furrows his eyebrows, scanning the room again. Then he leans in close and speaks next to Nico's ear. Will's breath feels nice on Nico's cheek, sending a small thrill running down his spine.

"What was that?" Nico asks when he realizes Will is waiting for a response to something he'd just said to Nico.

"I said it feels kind of strange that Chiron and Mr. D are okay with this party."

Nico shrugs. He halfway recalls Percy and Jason mentioning they had pulled some strings with some other god to get the camp directors out of the way for the night, but he can't recall the details. Will smells good too. It's much more pleasant to just enjoy his tropical-scented shampoo mixed with whatever hand sanitizer he uses.

Time seems to fly by.

Before Nico knows it, he's seated cross-legged on the floor in a large circle of former and current campers. They've pushed the Ping-Pong table up against the wall along with most of the other furniture, and there's some sort of game in progress.

Nico focuses on Percy in the center of the circle, doing a weird impersonation of Chiron, and then bumps Will with his elbow. "What game is this?"

Will looks over at him, his forehead creased again. "Some sort of dare tag game," he says. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little out of it tonight."

Nico shrugs again, and turns his attention back to the circle.

"All right, Jason Grace!" Percy calls out, whooping. The noise of the chattering campers settles down as Jason gets to his feet. "I think ..." Percy pauses, tapping his chin as if he hasn't quite shaken off his Chiron persona. Then he smirks, his eyes flashing mischievously. "I dare you to give Piper a Spider-Man kiss."

The crowd picks up a chant of "Do it. Do it. Do it." Nico laughs along with the rest as Jason brings an evening breeze through the open window and uses it to lift himself up to the ceiling, then turns upside down and kisses Piper, dangling as if from a strand of spider silk.

Will sets his hand on top of Nico's, brushing his thumb up and down the inside of Nico's wrist. Nico closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation. He and Will aren't dating exactly. They're at the tricky point where they're both aware of their mutual interest, but are waffling a little because of all the 'what ifs'. In this moment however, Nico doesn't even think about how taking things to another level could risk their friendship. He wants to touch ... to be touched ... to feel.

He opens his eyes after what feels like a very long time, Will's thumb still stroking his hand so it must not have been long at all. The other campers climb to their feet and gather their stuff, then and head out in groups of twos and threes. Nico and Will are the only ones still sitting on the floor. Nico doesn't really mind missing the end of the party.

"You ready to get up?" Will asks. His voice is a low hum Nico can feel buzzing in his veins.

And then Jason drops to his knees in front of them, smiling weirdly.

"Hey, Nico."

Nico stares at him, probably wearing what Jason tells him is his 'bitch face'. "What?" Nico asks. Will moves his hand away from Nico's and Nico scowls at Jason for ruining the moment.

"Everybody's headed back to their cabins for the night, but I was saving my dare for you."

Will chuckles nervously. "Umm, I think we should probably get back too ..." he starts, but Nico cuts him off, holding up a hand for silence. Jason is daring him. He's not going to just go to bed yet.

"What's the dare?" he asks, focused on Jason.

Jason leans forward and whispers in Nico's ear. "Dare you to try out those dance moves on Will." Then he stands up and sprints for the door before Nico can respond. "Night guys. Lock up the room when you leave for the night."

The door closes and it's just Nico and Will. A sort of heavy tension hangs in the air between them, but Nico doesn't pay it any mind. It almost seems to feed him. The dance he'd seen, those moves ... He looks at Will, who seems to be trying to find his voice, probably to remind Nico of all the camp rules they've already broken tonight, probably to stop him from taking Jason's challenge.

"Will," he says before Will can speak, staring right into Will's round blue eyes. "Go and sit on the couch. I'm taking the dare."

Nico climbs to his feet and kicks off his shoes. He expected to feel a little dizzy standing up so quickly, but instead, his nerves thrum. He feels almost like the air around him is bolstering him, balancing him, like he's connected with the world hidden by the Mist.

"What's the dare, Nico?" Will asks. He sounds nervous, but Nico just points at the couch as he crosses the room and picks up the remote control.

"I'm going to dance." Nico says. He pulls off his socks, then clicks the remote to the video Jason had shown him earlier. He clicks it again to turn off the screen so only the sound plays. He needs music to dance and would rather wing it with the screen off than be constantly comparing his dancing to the guy in the video.

It's interesting, this modern music – so vibrant – almost as if it compels a person to dance.

Nico stalks towards Will, determined to wipe the confusion off his face, to enrapture him until Nico dancing is the only thing on his mind. Nico swings his hips, then juts to the right, smirking as Will's eyes immediately snap to follow him.

Nico does it again, rolling his hips from side to side, then jerking them upwards as Will follows every movement. Nico dances closer to Will, and then turns around. Using his arms for balance, he swings along with the dance beat, bending his knees, and bouncing his butt like in the video. He grins when he hears Will suck in his breath with an appreciative hiss.

Nico relaxes to the beat, swinging his hips again, stepping forward and turning back around. He stands right in front of Will, and then lifts the hem of his T-shirt right beside his hipbones. He pulls it up slowly, gyrating his hips. He brings his shirt up to expose his nipples as Will moistens his lips with his tongue, and then Nico pulls it off altogether and drops it.

His nipples have always been super sensitive and now, bared to the air, they stand out in hard nubs. He rubs his palms over his chest, still swaying to the beat, then drags them down to his fly.

Will's eyes grow huge and he glances up at Nico's face, swallowing hard. Nico moves one hand and rests it on Will's shoulder, then lifts his leg so his foot rests next to Will's thigh on the couch cushion. Nico thrusts his hips, rolling his pelvis close up until Will is under his thrall again. He climbs onto the couch, straddling Will's lap, but not touching him. He supports himself on his knees and the back of the couch, and then jerks his hips. A thrill rushes through Nico's body when Will runs his hands up and down Nico's sides, his palms sweaty and hot, then rests them on Nico's hips.

Nico breathes Will's scent in again, his own arousal seeming to sharpen it. It would be so easy to fall in and just make out with Will right now, but that's not what the dare was. Nico reminds himself he's dancing.

He pushes himself back off the couch, Will reluctantly releasing him. Nico smirks as he turns around again, his back to Will, first catching sight of Will trying to subtly adjust himself. Nico sways to the music once more, his arms moving more fluidly, and then he plants his feet and shakes his ass, his grin taking over his whole face.

Nico turns to face Will again, this time determined to finish the dance. He trails his hands down his chest and pops the button at his fly. He pushes his jeans exposing the waistband of his briefs, watching as Will's eyes devour his hipbones. Undulating with the music, Nico drops his jeans to the floor and kicks them to the side.

Standing before Will wearing only his briefs, Nico feels on fire. His body thrums as he works it, moving closer to Will's lap, his legs on either side. He uses his thighs to lower himself, barely brushing Will's thighs, and stroking his own chest with his palms. He closes his eyes, his body dancing by instinct, and then flicks one of his nipples, and groans as the flames inside him rise even higher. He swears there's got to be a whole nervous system connecting his nipples to his groin. He's come apart before only touching his nipples, and now, with Will's eyes on him, the sensation multiplies tenfold. He's rock hard in his briefs, pushing against his waistband, angled toward his hipbone.

When Will settles his hand on Nico's hip, so close, the want inside Nico burns like a fever. He opens his eyes again, and takes in Will's face: lips parted, panting his breaths, his other hand at his groin, massaging ... And Nico can't resist any longer. He lowers himself onto Will's lap, wraps his arms around Will's head, pulls Will's face to his chest, and nearly falls to pieces as Will kisses his left nipple, then bumps it with his nose, following up by dragging over it with the flat of his tongue.

Nico's hips work on their own steam, bumping against Will's stomach until his erection pops over his waistband, and grinding his backside against the bulge in Will's pants.

Nico's eyes fall closed again when he sees Will has closed his and he goes with what feels natural. He drops his face into the crook of Will's neck, breathing his scent in some more. It's heavy with arousal, more potent and intoxicating than ever. Will closes his arms around Nico's back, his skin so soft and his grip so strong, hugging Nico even closer, then rocking his hips to meet Nico's grinding.

Nico's whole world bottoms out. When he had pulled Will's shirt up, Nico can't recall, but it doesn't even matter because the friction is exactly what he needs.

Will tightens his arms, bumping his hips more forcefully against Nico's rear, and Nico loses it. He comes against Will's skin, spilling warm and slick between them. Will goes rigid under him, groaning a pleading cry that's muffled against Nico's sweaty chest, and then clarity hits Nico like he's been doused with ice water.

Oh shit.

He'd only meant to rise to Jason's stupid challenge, to dance, maybe to tease Will a little before scampering off to his own cabin. He'd indulge his fantasies about what Will might be doing back in his own bed, perhaps trying hard to stifle an erection he can't take care of in a room full of his siblings. But the reality, the fact he and Will have never even kissed, and now they just ...

Will's shoulders tremble as he comes down from his high and Nico doesn't want to let him down, doesn't want to be accused of cowardice, but what if Will gives him that look? That seriously, Death boy? If you want to get yourself killed - judgey look. He feels Will's lips starting to form words against his skin and dissolves into shadow before he has a chance to hear them, materializing in his own cabin and feeling like he's going to pass out.

Somehow he makes it to his bed before doing exactly that.


Back to the Present


Will laughs along with him and then tackles Nico to the bed, covering him with his body. "So, Death Boy. Why don't you put some clothes on and we can take a walk down to the lake? Three years of dancing around each other ... I want to make up for as much of that lost time as I can."

Nico tries to hold his scowl at the stupid epithet that he'd always thought was Will judging him. Now though, looking at how Will's eyes sparkle when he uses it, Nico thinks Will means the name to be affectionate. An affectionate Death Boy. As far as pet names go, Nico thinks it actually sounds a bit badass. But if Will thinks he's the only one allowed to use pet names, he's got another thing coming.

Nico slaps Will's ass, flashing his Jason-defined 'bitch face'. "Get off me, Sun Baby and I'll be able to."

Will's cheeks turn so red he looks like he's got a sunburn. He rolls off of Nico, curling on his side, and Nico climbs to his feet to find his clothes. He slips them on and drops down to tie his shoelaces, suddenly aware of how quiet Will has become.

"What's the matter with you?" Nico demands. "I'm getting dressed, ready for you to take me for a walk as requested."

Will's color has mostly returned to normal, and he pulls himself into a seated position on the edge of the bed, but the scrunched up face he's making confuses the fuck out of Nico. Nico stands up and meets him, bumping their knees together.

"Will?"

Will cringes, looking up at Nico, then pulls Nico down until they're sitting beside each other. He leans over and whispers in Nico's ear.

"I need to stop by my cabin before we head to the lake. When you called me Sun Baby, I came in my pants."

Nico giggles. "Nobody needs to know that. It'll be our secret," he says, his lips twitching.

Despite the confused looks people give when Nico uses the endearment in public, Nico doesn't stop laughing about the incident for the rest of their lives and yes, they're together that long.