𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 [Jason Grace]

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𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

His hair was plastered to his forehead, half of it sticking up, defying gravity, his mouth was open as well while he snored softly. The wrinkles of the bedsheet had left an impression on his cheek. Jason thought the temperature of his room was a bit colder for Dante which is why his nose and cheeks were tinged pink.

Beautiful.

He looked beautiful.

In his sleep, Jason was aware he usually snuggled closer to people, but he hadn't known the extent of it until he'd woken up entirely and found out he'd slipped an arm around Dante's middle.

Dante stirred so Jason went still. His body still hurt, but the ambrosia and nectar was helping to make the pain bearable. What really helped though, was Dante's presence.

Jason couldn't stop thinking of last night. He'd woken up from a nightmare where he'd been unable to save Dante from some monster in Tartarus. Just to calm his nerves, he tiptoed down the hallway and opened Dante's door only to find his bed empty.

He had gone to the deck of the ship but it was deserted as well.

Finally, he'd found the bathroom door ajar and curiosity made him peer inside to find Dante shivering in the bathtub.

Dante looked awful, the bags under his eyes were prominent, his eyes half lidded like he was between death and dreams. He was wearing blue pajamas and under different circumstances, Jason would have smiled.

Jason had led him to his own room and looked away as he undressed. Dante didn't scare him often, and when he did, it was because Jason was scared for him.

He hadn't known what to make out of the blank stares, the half smirks, the smiles that didn't quite reach his eyes and his utterly defeated expression.

And now, here he was in Jason's bed. Looking like an angel.

Dante seemed to wake up since Jason heard someone mutter a soft "Fuck."

He noticed Jason's arm over him and went completely still.

Before Dante could wiggle out of his grip, Jason just lifted his arm and let him go. In two seconds flat, Dante was leaping out of the bed like he'd been touched by a hot iron. He stood next to the bed, suddenly very awake.

"'Morning," Jason grumbled, still half asleep.

"Jason," Dante flushed.

"Yes, lover?"

"I—" Dante choked on air, "Uh— Last night—"

"What happened last night?" Jason raised an eyebrow. He made a show of acting shocked, "Gods! Dante, how dare you take advantage of me in my vulnerable half asleep state! Here I am, waking up half naked next to you!"

Dante turned even redder at that, "I don't—"

"I mean, what will people say?"

"Shit, I don't even remember what happened last night—"

Jason snorted, "You're okay, I was just messing with you. Nothing happened. I found you in the bathtub and you were drenched so I gave you my t-shirt. Nothing else."

Dante still didn't look relieved.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Nonsense," Jason sat up in bed. His wound hurt considerably less. "You're my friend, I don't mind taking care of you sometimes, everyone needs it once in a while."