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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Percy_Jackson_and_the_Olympians, Heroes_of_Olympus_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Jason_Grace/Nico_di_Angelo, (side)Percy_Jackson/Annabeth_Chase, (side)
      Reyna_Avila_Ramirez-Arellano/Piper_Mclean
  Character:
      Jason_Grace, Nico_di_Angelo, Piper_McLean, Drew_Tanaka, Leo_Valdez, Percy
      Jackson, Annabeth_Chase
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Smut_and_Fluff, Almost_No_Transitions, Poorly
      written_in_the_middle_of_the_night, otp
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-31 Words: 4106
****** Short Skirts ******
by CrossGeneration
Summary
     Nico hasn't been about for a couple of days. Jason is getting
     worried. Turns out, Nico is in a little bit of a predicament; okay,
     maybe a BIG predicament, but nothing he can't handle, right? Well,
     too bad for Jason, who is a little bit 'interested' in Nico di Angelo
     (according to Piper); also an understatement. Their relationship
     progresses at an amazing speed, almost too fast to be true. Could
     this be what they were both waiting for?
Notes
     Warning ahead: SMUT SMUT SMUT. OOC-ness in Nico's part, and the
     story's mood will be very wishy-washy because the author is feeling
     very bi-polar at the moment.
　　“Hey, Percy,” the blonde jogged over to the son of Poseidon and his features
contorted into a confused expression. “Have you seen Nico around?” The green-
eyed teen shrugged and then shook his head.
　　“Not recently. I saw him like a couple days ago, but that was about it. Piper
told me that he couldn’t help me with the sword lessons... I wonder why...”
Percy more muttered to himself after a second of pondering. Anyways, the two
sons of the Big Three said their good-byes and Jason resolved to successfully
look for Nico, whatever that meant. He decided that he would leave the son of
Hades be for a while.
　　The next day, and he still couldn’t seem to spot Nico. It was breakfast, and
the slowly filling-up Mess Hall did not seem to contain a specific pale and
skinny son of Hades. He caught sign of his former girlfriend; Piper and he
didn’t really have a bad fight or anything, more of a mutual agreement after
Piper seemed to find feelings in a female praetor and the blonde had found his
growing interest in Nico di Angelo, although he swears it’s only ‘bromance’.
　　“Hey, Pipes, have you seen Nico?” At his question the brunette giggled and
quickly changed her expression to a neutral smile, pretending to be
indifferent.
　　“Why? Finally ready to confess?”
　　“No,” he rolled his eyes and playfully yet gently nudged her arm. “I haven’t
seen him in days. Do you know where he is?”
　　“Have you thought to check his cabin? He’s bound to be there if nowhere
else,” the daughter of Aphrodite explain, colorful eyes swirling over to look
at Jason curiously.
　　“Oh, why didn’t I think of that?” Jason mentally face-palmed himself.
“Thanks, Piper,” and with that, ran to the Hades cabin, catching something
close to ‘Boys...’ before he was out of hearing range.
　　When he got to the black-painted door, (being the perfect little polite Roman
he was,) he knocked.
　　“Hello? Nico, you in here?” He didn’t hear anything but with the small
demigod, but he didn’t want to take any chances. “I’m coming i-”
　　“Please don’t!” A panicked voice came from the other side of the door.
　　“Nico? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
　　“It’s... It’s n-nothing, just leave. I can’t see you right now,” Jason tried
to open the door but Nico pushed it back closed. The doors, weirdly enough,
didn’t have locks. Nor did any other cabin’s for that matter.
　　“When’s a convenient time, then? You haven’t been out for days, and
everyone’s worried.”
　　“I don’t think everyone would....”
　　“Okay, I’m coming in no-”
　　“Come uh, later! L-like in a week, then I’ll be able to see you!”
　　“What,” the blonde huffed, annoyed, “that makes absolutely no sense. Nico,
I’m coming in whether you like it or not, and don’t think of shadow-traveling
because I’m going to track you down.” He forcefully opened the door and was met
with a very red-faced Nico di Angelo. He wore a over-sized blue sweater that
threatened to fall off of his left shoulder and came half-way down his thighs.
He wasn’t wearing skinny jeans for the first time.
　　“Jason,” the son of Hades stared up at him straight in the eye and sighed
before averting his gaze. The flush on his pale cheeks darkened considerably.
“This really isn’t a good time.”
　　“But why are you,” electric-blue eyes scanned over the smaller teen’s body
and he visibly gulped. Nico blushed and tried to pull the sweater down more,
but at the same time keep it on his shoulders, “dressed like that?”
　　“That’s kinda why I told you not to come in.”
　　“Can’t you just get dressed? I could’ve waited for a couple minutes since you
were a little indecent.” The blonde really didn’t get the point of all this. It
was such a simple manner.
　　“I-I can’t,” Nico replied, looking defeated towards the floor at his bare
feet.
　　“What? I can help you if you wa-”
　　“No, it’s not like that! I just kinda, maybe...pissed of Drew, and she...c-
cursed me.” He managed to stutter out, his usually pale complexion a bright
scarlet.
　　“Curse you into wearing only this?” Nico shook his head. “Then what?”
　　“Oh, umm, just into wearing...skirt the entire week...” he trailed off again.
The blonde’s eyes instinctively trailed to Nico’s seemingly bare legs and he
bit his lip in order to contain his laughter.
　　“So that’s why...” the glare that he received cut off the rest of his
sentence. “Oh, so how does this curse work?”
　　“The skirt doesn’t come off. And it’s not like I can walk over to the Hecate
cabin and ask for a remedy,” Nico countered-argued, getting defensive. Jason
put his hands up in the air as mock-surrender.
　　“How doesn’t it come off?”
　　“You can’t like rip it, and it doesn’t have a button or anything...”
　　“Like leather?” Nico shook his head.
　　“I tried using my sword but it didn’t work. I really don’t know what to do,”
he sighed as he sat on the bed and the sweater hitched upwards a bit, revealing
a laced, black miniskirt that flared out slightly. Nico flushed and, muttered
Italian obscenities under his breath, tried to cover it. Jason couldn’t help
but let out a strangled cough that sounded strangely like a laugh. Nico set his
jaw defiantly and narrowed his eyes; Jason just thought it made him look more
adorable especially with the blush displayed on his chee- okay, let’s not go
there. “Then you try fixing it.”
　　Jason coughed a little nervous now. “Umm, can I try and you now, umm,
decapitate me?”
　　“Fine, Just get this thing off of me,” Nico muttered, somewhere in between
embarrassed and angry. “Please.” He almost unwillingly too off the sweater and
Jason could see that he wore a tight black tank-top and simply sat there on the
bed, pressing his knees together. He stood up, staring at Jason’s chest,
suddenly.
　　“Uh, if you could turn around...” this was suddenly very awkward for them as
Jason knelt down to look at it a bit closer. Just to create small talk, he
asked: “So where’d you get that huge sweater?”
　　“It was, um, Percy’s...” Jason looked up surprised but not completely without
a little twinge of jealousy. “He lent it to me when I was younger, and he said
that he didn’t need it back...”
　　“How many years ago was this?”
　　“Two...”
　　“How much have you grown, Nico?” Nico kicked him. He decided not to think too
complicated on the matter. “Just try and get the stupid thing off of me.”
　　“Yea, yea.” There was an indicated zipper in the back, but it wouldn’t budge,
no matter what Jason would try to do; using his sword would be too risky, and
trying to rip it didn’t work at all. He sighed and inspected the ‘offending’
garment some more. It seemed to be made of regular silk but true to Nico’s
word, he couldn’t seem to make a tear in it.
　　“There’s a zipper that won’t move. Can you work your way out of this?” Nico
snorted at his naive hopefulness.
　　“What do you think?”
　　Although the half-Italian was insanely skinny, the miniskirt clung tightly to
his hips, as of to leave no room. “It’s fine, you can’t do anything.. I guess
I’ll just have to wait a week...” The brunette turned suddenly and the blonde
found himself facing Nico’s abdomen and...crotch. His mouth went dry, and his
pants felt a little too tight to be comfortable.
　　“N-Nico?”
　　“Yea?”
　　“What did you do to piss Drew off?”
　　“Oh, uh, about that,” Nico gave a hesitant chuckle and Jason looked up at his
scarlet face. “I told her to leave me alone...”
　　“How?”
　　“I kinda... She, uh, did accuse me of being a homosexual.” He laughed and
then abruptly stopped, looking up at Jason with a small smile. Nevertheless,
the big, brown, doe-like eyes reflected the hurt and anguish received in them.
Just watching the orbs become the sole outlet of Nico’s real emotions made the
blonde’s chest scrunch up in a way that wanted him to embrace the younger teen
and sweep him of his insecurities, because well, he was only a kid.
　　“What did she do, try to pick you up?” Jason’s tone was joking as he tried to
lift the current mood, but with the look on the other demigod’s face, he did a
double-take. “She did, didn’t she?”
　　“I wouldn’t call it- I mean, she just walked up to me and started to like,
touch my arm, and I don’t know. And she did tell me that there was a cure....
But I have to find it.” The childish pout (Nico would argue otherwise later on)
made the Roman demigod’s lips curl up into a genuine grin.
　　“You’re adorable,” the blonde felt the words leave his lips before he could
stop himself. Nico looked at him incredibly, like he had grown two heads. “You
know what, forget I said that, just, I’ll try to ask the Hecate cabin if they
know anything.” He stood up to his full height and Nico backed away a bit, just
allowing him to get to the door when he tripped on a loose floorboard. Jason,
on instinct, had lunged to catch him but also fell in the process, resulting in
him sprawled above Nico on his bed. Awkwardly. They both didn’t fail to notice
the close range that they were in. Their breaths mingled together weirdly, but
not entirely unwelcome.
　　“S-sorry, just let me, uh, get up..” Nico flushed and tried to move his
squished legs when he accidentally slipped on in between the son of Jupiter’s
legs. Jason let out a husky groan and met the doe-big, brown eyes of the
shorter demigod. “Are you-?”
　　Jason had the decency to blush before getting up and allowing Nico to get up.
Walking with a hard on deemed a very, very difficult task, especially when the
person who cause it was standing within two feet of him.
　　“I, uh-” Jason’s couldn’t find a proper explanation to give the younger teen.
He decided to heed Piper’s words. “Kindahavefeelingsforyou... Sort of.”
　　“Wait, what?”
　　“I know, I’m sorry, but-”
　　“No, I can’t understand what you’re saying, Jason.” the one time Nico had to
say his first name had to be when he had a hard-on, and just to mention, it
didn’t help much at all.
　　“I kinda, majorly, maybe like you,” and with his strained confession, Nico’s
jaw fell. He had Jason Grace, perfect blonde superman, ex-praetor, the dream-
guy of every single girl in camp, blundering in front of him like a middle
school girl because of a confession? But why him? It didn’t make sense. “I
know, I’m sorry. It feels like I betrayed you, and if it helps, I don’t think I
can look at you right now,” Jason breathed out. The weight of denial had risen
from his shoulder, and he could, maybe, just a tiny bit, see what Piper meant
when she told him about his ‘interest’ in Nico di Angelo (which he himself did
not notice at first).
　　“It’s fine Jason. I was just,” he hesitated, “caught by surprise. Not to
mention that I’m wearing a skirt...”
　　“But, Percy-”
　　“I told you in Croatia, that I got over him. I don’t have a crush on him. And
I like someone else. That I told you about but I didn’t tell you. Do I need to
spell it out for you?”
　　“I’d rather you not,” the blonde mumbled, he could sort of start to control
his body again although it was sort of painful. The thought of his crush liking
someone else...he knew how Nico felt when he formerly gazed on Percy. “Wait, by
that person, do you mean-”
　　“Oh, for the love of Aphrodite, Jason Grace. I like you, you idiot!” Nico all
but yelled at him, exasperated. It was now his turn to be surprised.
　　They stood there in silence for the moment, staring at each other. With each
blink of those chocolate-brown eyes made Jason hard again. Now he was back on
base one.
　　“Now... W-what are we going to do?”
　　“If you want to, we could,” Jason coughed into his fist, shifting weight from
foot to foot, the tent noticeable in his jeans. Nico got the point and walked
towards the blonde, and pulled him down by his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt,
crushing their lips together. Their teeth clashed against each other, and Nico
was breathing heavily, not knowing what to do. It was too inexperienced, and
too naive, and too sudden, but too full of hidden emotions being poured out
that Jason didn’t care. Jason, on the other hand, did not anticipate Nico to be
the outgoing lover type, but the change in perspectives sure didn’t hurt.
　　They crashed onto the bed again, but deliberate this time. Their bodies moved
against each other and certain anatomy reacted. Jason took charge of the kiss
and fluidly tilted his head for better access; he swiftly inserted his tongue
into the other’s mouth when Nico moaned.
　　When they parted for breath, the blonde only took a moment before attaching
himself to the pale neck, moving downwards. He left an impressive lovebite on
the protruding collarbone and removed the black tank-top. He tried to slide off
the skirt before remembering what the real problem was. He simply flipped it
upwards before meeting with the bulge underneath. He palmed it over the simple
grey briefs and was rewarded with a lengthy moan. The blonde gently pried the
death-like vice on his shirt and pulled it off, resulting in a flustered Nico
again (and they were both wondering at the time if the blush would ever go
away).
　　“W-wait, Jason,” blue eyes looked up curiously and Jason swallow: Nico’s hair
was disheveled, cheeks a bright red and lips bruised. His neck was littered
with soon-to-be dark hickies.
　　“Yea?”
　　“I-is this, like, okay?”
　　“What else would you think about it? What do you think I’m doing?”
　　“No, it’s, um,” Nico bit his already swollen lips. “Is this alright? I mean,
we’re two guys....and...” The blonde’s face was sympathetic and he gently
cupped the younger demigod’s face and kissed his heated cheeks, finishing it
off with a gentle brush of his lips on the latter’s forehead.
　　“Nico, it’s not the thirties anymore. It’s fine, and some people even
encourage it. But you’ll have to let me continue otherwise I think we’re both
going to get blue balls,” he breathed out the last part after running his eyes
over the lethe, pale body once more. He drank the sight in. It wasn’t long
before the two of them pressed their nude bodies against each other, well,
minus the skirt. Jason started to palm the shorter demigod’s length but a
gentle moan from Nico stopped him.
　　“Uhh, J-Jason,” the son of Jupiter had stopped palming and stroking and
looked up curiously, not that he had any self-control and will to stop any time
soon. “I-I’ll do it,”
　　The blonde was very confused until the pale teen flipped himself on top and
started to work down to his hard member. His hand gently took it and their
breathing hitched. The older one managed to calm his breathing before resting
on his elbows to look at Nico again. “What are you-” He let out a choked cry
when he saw the black curls lean forward and lick his length fully, from base
to tip. The dark eyes were lidded and clouded as he once again used his tongue
to trace the obvious veins; he licked the head and Jason’s cock twitched, the
blonde fully aware of the pink appendix lapping up the pre-cum from his weeping
member.
　　Nico slowly put the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue, giving a heated
but hesitant glance. “Just...use your tongue, and mind your t-teeth,” Jason
heaved out as if he had inhaled two lungfuls of smoke.
　　The world exploded into black and white and all colors of the majestic
rainbow, for goodness sake, and his blue eyes rolled into the back of his head
as his crush went down on him in between his thighs. His hesitation soon gave
way to confidence as every moan and groan spilled from Jason’s bruised lips.
Not that the younger’s were any less bruised, of course.
　　With a feral growl, Jason gripped the black hair and pulled the half-Italian
up from his protruding member; he wasted no time in pulling the younger demigod
below him. He yanked the grey undergarment off and quickly thrust a digit
inside of him. It was surprisingly well-lubricated and the blonde restrained
himself from coming right then and there: Nico’s usually pale complexion was
flushed, all the way down to his chest and his back; the son of Hades arched
when the former had found the jackpot.
　　“N-Nico, can I-?” The silent question hung into the air, to which the son of
Hades replied with a single, shaky nod. It wasn’t long before Jason used all
three fingers to stretch Nico open. The blonde quietly whispered instructions
with a hot breath: “Relax, it’ll hurt less.”
　　“Jason, I’ve handled Tartarus, giants, titans, and Cupid.” The half-Italian
tried to sound as authoritative and as in-control as he normally did, on his
back and exposed completely to the taller teen. “J-just do it already.”
　　With a gulp, the blonde gently held the other demigod’s thighs and rested
them upon his shoulders, making the latter’s body to bow off the bed again by
blowing cold air unto his protruding erection. Just to mention, Nico in the
black miniskirt shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was to Jason.
　　“Alright,” and the son of Jupiter entered the son of Hades. The tight heat
seemed to swallow him full, and neither could stop from making obscene noises
that would probably earn them their friends’ teasing. A hiss of pain made Jason
stop moving completely as he fully penetrated the shorter demigod. The hopeful
and yet fearful look in the latter’s eyes made Jason lean over and gently press
their bruised lips together. It was a simple gesture of love and affection, no
complex dancing or wrestling (with compassion, of course); The son of Hades
shut his eyes closed as they separated, and turned his head to the side,
unwilling to make eye contact. Tears fell onto the sheets, creating a small
river down Nico’s cheeks.
　　“Jason,” the croaked reply came out hushed and whispered, afraid to break the
moment. He repeated, “Jason. Gods, Jason.”
　　“It’s okay,” I got you. Shh.” Unconsciously, Nico held onto the son of
Jupiter like his only lifeline left. Their continuous connection bound them
together, a faithful reminder of their love.
　　Nico unconsciously rolled his hips and the blonde moaned, unable to stop
himself. The heat and tension in the room was so palpable, he could just come
right at the moment. “N-Nico.”
　　The single nod was all that he needed for permission.
　　It started as a slow-paced race but as soon as Jason managed to hit that
‘jackpot’, it was all over for him. The hauntingly beautiful demigod revealed
out for him tightened around him and a pitiful noise escaped his blood-red
lips. His hands clutched at the thin cotton sheets, looking for a purchase, a
stronghold keep him anchor in the brewing storm of emotion that was sweeping
the two teens off their feet. It wasn’t, truly, long before the two of them
came, only seconds away from each other.
　　With a groan, they collapsed with weak limbs but full hearts on top of each
other; Jason carefully slid out of the beat half-Italian instinctively laying
down with him and caressing him. His warm arms enveloped the small figure and
protected him from every demon both inside and out. It had been a long time
since Nico di Angelo felt safe like this, safe from monsters, safe from the
Gods and Fates, safe from the judgment, safe from hurt and pain and sorrow.
　　But soon he pressed a fleeting hand to the bare, and impressive, chest in
front of his eyes, steadying it with another. “Grace. Grace. Jason.”
　　“Mhh.” The blue eyes opened reluctantly before closing again with a content
sigh. His grip was almost an endearing suffocation to Nico. “Gods, I love you.”
　　“J-Jason. Wake up. We need to,” he tried to put up a struggle against the
solid mass of muscle, “We need to clean up.”
　　After a minute of asking and waking up and coaxing, they struggled through
the chaos of random clothing on the floor and made it to the bathroom. Jason’s
amused face turned out to be, at least to Nico, more contorted than he thought
of it to be.
　　“What’s going to be the incentive?”
　　“Being sanitary.”
　　“Really, Nico,” the hot breath on the shell of his ear made a chill run down
his spine. The blonde’s big and calloused hands were free to roam wherever they
wanted and they tried to, once again, zip down the black skirt. Funnily enough,
it opened and slid right down Nico’s hips, pooling over his feet. They paused,
stopped right in the middle of the moment, an awkward silence overtaking them.
Nico’s jaw hung open, words forming and dying on the tip of his tongue. A weird
stuttering was present as the son of Hades did not know what to say; Jason only
used that to his advantage and pulled him into a breathtaking (quite literally
so) kiss. The ebony-haired teen went boneless as Jason smirked as their
tongue’s wrestled in a secret tango of their own. “How ‘bout we take this while
cleaning up?”
　　“H-huh?” The next thing that Nico’s short-circuited brain processed was how
the blonde was carrying them into the shower; Nico’s back was pressed against
the cold tiles, soon warmed by the heat of the two colliding bodies and the
scalding water temperature.
　　It would be a long while until the two teens separated for the day.
~ ~ ~
　　The next bright sunny morning, a bleary son of Hades walked into the Dining
Hall, and, undetected, grabbed a plate and goblet for himself. He was going to
sit at the empty Hades table when someone seemed to be waving at him. With a
heavy grunt, he tried his best not to limp towards his friends. He sat next to
the familiar blonde, who smiled all too cheerfully at him. Making sure that any
of the others (basically the seven minus Percy because he was too badass for
early mornings) The pointed look made him reconcile for a bit before mouthing
‘sorry’ towards the younger teen. Still not satisfied yet not knowing what to
do, Nico started munching on the piece of toast on his plate. It was hard not
to squirm in his seat, and when Jason grinned (not at all subtly), the son of
Hades kicked him under the table.
　　“You okay, man? You look like you have ants in your pants.”
　　“I can assure you,” Nico managed with a straight face, but Jason not so much,
“that there are no bugs in my pants, Valdez.”
　　“Pants?” Nico kicked Jason for that, and Piper made puppy eyes at them with a
total I-told-you-so look on her face which the male blonde pointedly ignored.
　　“Lighting bug?” the son of Hephaestus grinned hopefully. Three were snickers
around their table, and Hazel was helping Frank to breathe properly after he
choked on his juice. Nico only shot Leo a glare. “I would know if there was a
bug in my pants. Besides, as a child of Hades, I don’t really attract living
things.”
　　Abruptly, the son of Poseidon sat at the table, and gave his blonde
sweetheart a little kiss on the cheek. “Hey guys. Oh, hey Nico. Why are you
wearing a turtleneck when it’s ninety degrees outside? Are you sick?” Annabeth,
Leo, and Piper laughed obnoxiously loud while the others (minus the two new
lovebirds) were stuck in confusion. Percy watched the son of Jupiter stab his
eggs quite vigorously and the son of Hades nibble at his food when it hit him
like a train full of bricks. “Oh.” He then dug into his own food with a knowing
grin on his face.
　　Underneath the table, the blonde snaked his hand slowly, inching towards
Nico’s own small, fine-boned yet capable hands (or whichever was closest to
him). When he finally gripped it, they intertwined their fingers together as if
on instinct and nobody else noticed the mirrored smiles on their faces. It
seemed like a pretty good beginning.
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