Discontinued - PJO One Shots

Easter Problems (Pertavian)

PART TWO

WARNING: contains smut (I attempted it, yay for me) and gay shipping. Don't like, don't read.

Percy huddled against the warmth of the blond beside him. Tears fell from his eyes, rolling and dropping everywhere but the blond just wrapped his arms tighter around the boy, completely ignoring the feeling of discomfort now that his shirt was covered in saltiness. Percy needed all the support he could get, and Octavian wasn’t going to jeopardise that since Percy was in another state of weakmindedness.

“It’s alright,” came Octavian’s slightly hushed voice. “What’s done is done.”

The older teenager rubbed circles on Percy’s back as he continued to let all the emotions out.

“It’s alright,” Octavian repeated. “You’re safe now.”

“But,” Percy began, hiccupping from all the crying. “But… what if she finds me?”

Octavian grimaced as he looked down into Percy’s dulled eyes. It’d been two weeks since Percy had split up with Annabeth, saying that he couldn’t deal with any of her abusive attributes. He had been travelling fine but not long ago, Annabeth had sent a text to the raven-haired boy saying that he was going to regret everything he had done to her. It was hypocrisy really as Annabeth was the one who committed to all the wrong-doings that had occurred in the three years the two of them had been together. 

“She will never hurt you again,” Octavian replied. “Not even when I’m dead.”

Percy buried his head into Octavian’s damp shirt before pulling himself onto the older teenager’s lap.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice soft and whispery. “You sure you can manage that?”

Octavian grinned down at the younger boy, ruffling his raven-black hair. “If I can manage you,” he began. “Then I can deffientley handle her.”

Percy’s eyes focused onto Octavian’s blue ones. “You have no idea,” he giggled. “You’re taking on far too much.”

The blond shook his head. “Is this why you scared away Luke and Jason?” Octavian asked, a playful tone in his voice. “Did you give them too much?”

“They gave me too much,” Percy responded. “Besides, we were just friends…”

“With benefits,” Octavian finished for the young teenager. “If we are to continue this, you’ll have to put an end to that all.”

Percy’s eyes widened. “Continue what?” he asked, his eyelids blinking over his sea green eyes.

In the count of only a few seconds, Percy found himself pressed against the sofa, Octavian’s muscular frame resting on top of his thin one. Octavian found his narrowed lips against Percy’s plump ones. They stayed like that, their lips moving in a rhythmic pattern as Octavian found his hands under Percy’s head. The younger teenager’s hands were gripping onto Octavian’s dampened purple shirt as the two boys deepened the kiss. To Octavian, he had no idea as to what was running around in Percy’s head or what he envisioned for he seemed to be distant… faraway from the world they were currently living in. The boys stayed like that, their bodies pressed against one another, as they shared each other’s warmth.

“I’m sorry,” Octavian said, removing his lips from Percy’s. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Percy just wrapped his arms around the blond’s neck, bringing their lips together once again.

“I don’t care,” Percy muttered. “I want this. I want you.”

Octavian shook his head. “I can’t do this to you,” he stated. “You just got out of a…”

Percy silenced the older teenager with their lips once again. The younger teenager’s arms, during the kissing, made their way to the hem of Octavian’s t-shirt. He began pulling it off until Octavian’s toned, and muscular torso was revealed. Percy murmured in delight before allowing his hands to trace the other’s body.

“Come on, Tavy,” Percy drew out, batting his eyelashes. “I know you want this. I know you need this.”

Octavian let out a distressed grunt before he went back to kissing Percy. It was full of not only passion but frustration as the boys struggled to remove their clothing. Octavian got to his feet, carrying the raven-haired boy to his room. He put him down, peppering kisses all over the youngster’s body. Occasionally, his teeth sank lightly into the boy’s tanned skin but all he got from Percy was mutters of delight, so Octavian figured he was doing the right thing.

“Stop teasing me,” Percy whined when Octavian bit the inside of his thigh. “Please, Tavy, please.”

Octavian looked up at him, his blue eyes shining with mischievousness.

“You sure?” he asked. “I think you’d be better off waiting until I’ve taken all your fight.”

Octavian flipped the young boy over, his back exposed to the cold air and Octavian’s hunger-lust gaze. The older teenager brought the boys knees up, so that his rear end was pointing directly at him. Octavian ran his fingers over the crack before grabbing a bottle from the drawers beside him. He uncapped it before squeezing some of the coldness on his fingers.

“Urgh,” Percy groaned. “Just do it.”

Octavian ran his fingers over the crack once more before pushing a finger in the young teenager. Percy’s response was that of a gasp, so Octavian inserted another. He pulled them in and out, circling them around the boy’s clenching hole. His fingers scissored together, Percy yelping when Octavian hit the spot he was so desperately wanting. He could feel himself harden by Percy’s response.

“Alright, I’m going to give you something so much better.”

Percy neighed when Octavian replaced his fingers with his hard on. He had had to push and pull it out a few times to allow Percy to take in the whole ten inches, but Percy’s reaction was worth it all. Every single moment of noise and movement that came from the younger teenager was worth it all and Octavian was glad to have it. Even when Percy snuggled up to him when they were finished because the both of them were exhausted after doing it. He watched Percy’s eyes closed as his hands rubbed the young boy’s shoulders before finally, his eyes closed shut as well.