The Deep End

Chapter 11: Part 5

Nico stepped out the shower, water droplets raining down his pale skin onto the cold tiles nipping at the bawls of Nicos feet. The mirror was fogged over which he was glad, he didn't have to look at the disgusting reflection. Nico towel dried his hair, then continued to wipe the rest of his frail body. He quickly slid on his boxer briefs, and grabbed his dirty clothes. He decided to change into the clothes Sally just washed for him. When he opened the door Percy looked, voluptuous, sensual.
Nico immediately dropped his things, careful not to make a sound he rushed over to his backpack. Although he didn't have his sketchbook Nico didn't care. He grabbed a random notebook, blue. Luckily his charcoal pencils remained undamaged. He sat carefully where he laid on the bed prior to his shower, so he could quickly lie down, and pretend to be asleep. The sunset created this orangey glow across Percy's already slight tan skin.
The position was gorgeous, and delightful to the eye. Percy's shirt hung slightly off his muscle toned hips, the sun lowering in the sky created harsh lighting, it made Percy more vigorous as it brought out his muscles making him look powerful, he radiated dominance, his sweatpants hung loosely around his v-line pulled up enough for modestly, but slung low enough for a teenage gay boy to imagine things the 20th century wouldn't dare consider, all while Percy was asleep.
Nico sketched everything. Every outline, every mark, anything Nico could see, it was times like this he wished he had his glasses. Nico didn't really need them unless he was reading, so he just wore contacts, he was pretty sure they fell out when he fell in the water. He then remembered he kept a spare set of glasses in his bag. Careful not to disturb Percy, Nico tip-toed over to his bag once more, pulling out his black framed, small prescription glasses. When Nico made it back to the bed the glasses didn't do much, they were meant for close up reading, not far distant staring. Though, it helped him a little with drawing , he was grateful that Percy was a heavy sleeper, and didn't move much in his sleep, but as if on cue Percy started to stir.