Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

FTAHPT 3

by medeaa on ao3

Notes:

thank you so much for bearing with me, folks-- i wrote this all in 2016, so there are two things to keep in mind: 1) I didn't really know much about sex when I was writing this so obviously it's not super realistic but I can't be arsed to rewrite any of it (in this chapter or other chapters) and 2) take any of the dates mentioned within a reference timeframe of 2016.

Chapter Text

Percy's hand slams into the wall and he rears up, gasping for breath and tearing off his goggles and swim cap in one go. The water around him is a sloshing frenzy. His chest is burning in a good way; he feels like he swam faster than he ever has before. He rests his palms against the pool deck and squints up at his coach through the bright floodlights.

"That was a good run, kid, really good. New PB."

Percy grins. "Thanks."

"Now get going; if you're in the water any longer you're going to pull your shoulder." His coach, a gruff man, really does care about him. Even if he makes Percy work on his kick more than should probably be considered ethical. He stalks off. Percy pulls himself out of the pool and heads to the changing room, his jammers leaving a dripping trail behind him. A teammate walks out the door as he's heading in and slaps him on the ass. He turns to look over his shoulder, winks and wiggles his fingers flirtatiously. They both start laughing uproariously, but Percy abruptly stops once he sees a head of blonde hair sitting high up in the stands, watching him. It's too far to make out the expression on her face, and Percy's not sure whether he wants to or not.

He showers, changes, and towels off his hair distractedly. He doesn't notice that he's trying to pull his socks on over his shoes until he hears a locker door slamming somewhere farther inside. Percy doesn't know why he's so nervous.

Actually, he does, if he thinks about it. Annabeth coming over for sex is something familiar by now; there's no way he's going to let himself confuse it for anything more than it is. But Annabeth coming over for something this domestic, even if it's just a favour- it's new territory.

He's just being dumb, he tells himself. He's overreacting. Get over it.

When Percy emerges from the locker room, Annabeth's still sitting in the bleachers, gaze trained on him. He climbs up to meet her, heart racing. Stop that, he thinks. The stands make a dull metallic ringing noise every time he puts his foot on a step; the sounds of others in the pool echoes around them.

"Hey," he says, standing in the aisle level with her stand.

"Are you aware that your time would have beaten the 1976 Olympic world record?" she says without preamble, looking at him with something suspiciously like awe. He looks at his shoes self-consciously and rubs the back of his neck. "Seriously, you should be on the national team with times like that!"

"I'm here on a swim scholarship," he mumbles. "But I got a lot faster in the summer and there's a big tournament coming up in the spring. And. You know. Olympic scouts will be there."

Annabeth's still looking at him like she's never seen him before. "I had no idea you could swim like that."

"Yeah, yeah," he says, his cheeks starting to burn. "Now wipe up your drool and let's go."

She flushes and stuffs her phone into her pocket. "Shut up," she hisses ferociously. Percy just laughs. She swats at his shoulder; he catches her hand and kisses her knuckles without thinking.

They freeze. Suddenly the sounds of the pool are ten times louder. Annabeth's face is burning red, while Percy's has drained of colour. He drops her hand like it's burning him.