Jason moaned as Percy traveled further down his throat. "Perce," he said. "Perce, please! Your walls are pretty thin!" The two boys lay on Percy's bed, the afternoon sun shining through the thin curtain hanging over the far window.
"And?" The raven haired boy looked up at his boyfriend through his lashes, a teasing smile on his lips as he unbuttoned the blonde's shirt. "We're alone, gorgeous. I don't think it matters how thick they are." He had almost completely taken the shirt off when Jason grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands away and sitting up straight.
"I should go."
Percy whined, a pout Jason was all too familiar with settling on his face. "Spoil sport." Jason laughed and kissed his boyfriend. "Why do you have to go?"
"We're supposed to be studying, remember? I don't think this is on the curriculum."
"Anatomy class," Percy shot back. "We're testing to see if your nervous system is up to standard." Jason yelped as the shorter boy pinched his sides. "It seems fine to me. All studied, let's get back to-"
"Okay, mister." Jason again pushed his boyfriend back as Percy leaned in to continue making out. "We seriously need to study."
Percy stuck out his tongue, blowing a raspberry to the other boy. He stood from his bed and walked over to the desk opposite, pulling his homework from his bag and placing it on the desk. Jason followed him, looking over the work laid out. "You're cute when you're focused."
"Perseus, I swear."
"Okay, okay."
-
"How is he?" Thalia sat on his bed when Jason returned that night, not even bothering to look up from her phone.
"This is my room, you know. You have your own down the hall."
"Mom's looking for me and she still thinks you have a lock."
"I do have a lock."
Thalia looked up at him then, a smile on her lips. "Or it's smashed into pieces, you don't know." Jason groaned in frustration, crossing the spacious room and placing his backpack down on his desk chair before moving to the en-suite bathroom on the other side. "So how is Percy?"
"Why is Mom looking for you?" Jason had begun to brush his teeth, leaning over the door frame to smirk at his more rebellious older sister, toothbrush in hand.
"I asked first."
"He's fine."
"Getting a lot of 'studying' done?" He leaned around the corner and shot her another look and Thalia began laughing. "Come on, give me more than that. He was my friend before you came along."
"Then text him and see!" Jason spit out the toothpaste, wiping his face off and finally moving to stare at his sister fully. "If you guys are so close, call him."
"Nah." Thalia returned to her phone as Jason sat on the foot of his bed. "He still thinks I badmouthed him to Annie before they dated."
"You did badmouth him to Annie. You badmouthed him to me before I met him." Jason's arms were crossed in defense of his boyfriend. He had never understood the rivalry Thalia seemed to want to start with the dark haired boy, as it was mostly one sided. When Jason mentioned Thalia, Percy all but gushed about how "cool" he thought she was.
"He doesn't know that for sure, though."
Jason chuckled and shook his head, laying back on his bed. "Why're you in trouble?"
"The usual," Thalia responded. "Another one of my 'statements' made headlines and dad isn't happy about it. Of course, he doesn't care to stop by and handle it himself, so the old maid is coming for me." Jason nodded. He knew that Thalia and their father, the newly elected governor of New York, always clashed about their politics; their father was a staunch conservative from old money, while Thalia was one of the most liberal people he had ever met. She regularly came out in opposition of anything her father's political party released and, with her platform as the governor's daughter, word usually got back around.
The siblings mother, a retired soap opera actress, didn't have a personality besides "whatever her husband thought." She may have, Jason thought, at one point, but that was long before they had come into the picture. Jason wasn't overly close with his mother, though they looked incredibly alike. Jason wasn't sure why his mother didn't seem to care for him as her own. She didn't pay him any kind of attention, he thought, as even Thalia would get told off by the woman almost daily. When Jason and his mother were together, he felt like he was speaking with a stranger.
He had always found it ironic. He took after the mother that didn't want him, and Thalia looked like the father she couldn't stand.
"I'm sorry she's a bitch." Thalia set her phone down and locked eyes with her brother. Of everyone in the mansion they called "home," Thalia was more of a parent to him. He had always felt guilty when thinking about it; the two weren't far apart in age, so Thalia had to grow up fast to care for the younger brother her mother regularly forgot to feed. "I wish we didn't have to deal with them."
"Eh," his sister said. "If we didn't, we wouldn't be you and I. And I think we're pretty damn great."
"Eh," Jason teased, and received a pillow to the face.
-
Sally Jackson, Percy thought, had to be the best mother in the world. "Did Jason get home alright?" Sally stood at the stove, stirring a pot as she held Estelle, Percy's toddler sister, on her hip. "Paul is going to be upset to miss him. He's the only one around here who'll listen to him go on and on about Dante."
"Yeah, he just got home." Percy offered to take Estelle, the toddler giggled and slid right into her older brother's arms as he sat at their small kitchen table. "Jason'll be sad, too. He won't stop talking about the circles of hell."
Sally laughed and turned up the radio sitting next to her. The three sat comfortably, not speaking, just enjoying the time. It reminded Percy of older times, before Paul and before Jason, when it had just been him and his mom. Things hadn't been perfect, sure, and there seemed to be one too many bad guys lurking around them, but it had still been nice.
He liked this better, though.
Paul was good for his mom, he thought. He was kind and had a stable job (and never hit either of them), so he was alright in Percy's eyes. Jason was the same for himself, and he knew Sally thought the same. It was the reason she invited him over as much as she did, even though Percy heard her curse his father's name to the wind one too many times.
"I like Jason," Sally said as the song died down.
"I like Paul," Percy said, bouncing Estelle on his knee. Another song started and the two didn't say anything else until Paul returned. They didn't have to, really. Just enjoyed their time.
-
So I guess I'm rewriting this?
