𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 [Jason Grace]

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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Fuck.

The next thing he noticed— he wasn't in his own room. And he had someone pressed against his back, with a leg over him and an arm holding him close.

The memories of the previous night hit him like a truck.

He went absolutely still like a cardboard cutout.

Jason Grace, the person he hated most in the world, was snuggling him. Even more concerning was the fact that Dante had become the little spoon. He was being cuddled by Jason Grace.

What had his life come to?

"Get your fucking arm off me," He mumbled, pushing the arm off as he struggled out of Jason's grip. Embarrassment flooded him all at once and he flushed, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

He was in Jason's room. After they had kissed. A lot. And Dante didn't mind it. At all.

Jason didn't wake up when Dante struggled to his feet. He was still snoring softly, his blond hair a mess from where Dante had played with it before he went to sleep. He didn't have a blanket since Dante had stolen his and he looked happy in his sleep. Trust Jason to smile even while passed out.

Dante blinked.

His heart began to race. With the morning light falling into the room, he felt refreshed and awake. The clock read 7:30 am.

They kissed. The two of them. On the lips. Fuck.

Jason's hands on his hips, Jason's breathy laugh, Jason leaning his forehead against Dante, Jason pushing him against the wall, Jason's hand touching his arm gently, running down his scar, Jason's lips on his jaw, Jason, Jason, Jason, Jason...

Dante ran out of the room, taking the coward's option.

Naturally, he had to run into Annabeth.

The two bathrooms were side by side. Dante thought it was kind of unfair that the boys had to all share one bathroom since there were five of them, while the girls were only three and had their own bathroom.

Dante nearly bumped into the blonde since he was lost in his own thoughts, his toothbrush, towel and clothes in hand as he trudged from his room to the bathroom.

"Oh fuck," Annabeth reached out to steady him and he blinked until his surroundings made sense again.

Annabeth's hair was wet, she wore a nerdy t-shirt with a stupid pun that Percy probably found hilarious. Her eyes were stormy gray and when she looked at Dante, he felt like he was being watched under a microscope.

"Get your head out of the clouds, Dora."

"I hate you," Dante grumbled.

"What, Jason wasn't enough to insult?" she laughed, "You're turning on me now? How did your conversation go, by the way?"

"What conversation?" Dante lied smoothly.

"You said you wanted to talk to him right? And you look... not exactly miserable... just conflicted. So I assumed you guys talked."

"Oh that. Yeah. It was fine. We had had a small argument, we cleared it up."

"Making out can help the worst fights just... fizzle out, you'd be amazed."

Dante choked on air, nearly dropping all his stuff. "W-What?"

Annabeth blinked now. "I was kidding— wait, did you guys seriously make out?"