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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Percy_Jackson_and_the_Olympians_-_Rick_Riordan
  Relationship:
      Nico_di_Angelo/Percy_Jackson
  Character:
      Percy_Jackson, Nico_di_Angelo
  Additional Tags:
      Possession, Dubious_Consent, Unrequited_Love
  Collections:
      Darkest_Night_2017
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      Published: 2017-09-30 Words: 5812
****** The Ghost of Future Past ******
by Cerberusia
Summary
     On an autumn day in Maine, Percy gets possessed by a manes.
Notes
     The hardest thing about writing for you, Rirren, was picking a
     prompt. Because they were all AMAZING.
     ETA: Oh god, apparently I shouldn't upload the final draft while
     dying of a cold, because I am incapable of actually doing it. I saw
     the too-low word count just now and my heart dropped to my shoes. So
     here, please enjoy the full version of this fic, while I go and
     expire of embarrassment (and snot).
The distance between Long Island, NY and Bar Harbour, Maine is 353 miles.
Shadow-travel isn't my least favourite way to get from A to B - that would be
the Gray Sisters' Taxi - but it ranks a long way below a pegasus ride. It's a
lot quicker, though, even with Nico having to take a break after teleporting us
every fifty miles or so.
We were headed to Maine. Bar Harbour, to be exact - where Nico and his sister
had briefly attended a military boarding school. All I remembered of it was
dark, forbidding, and wet. I hoped we weren't going to have a re-run of that
adventure. One manticore was enough for this lifetime.
I looked over at Nico, who was almost comatose in the seat opposite.
Occasionally he'd jerk upright, blinking, and eat another couple of bites of
his sandwich. Then his head would droop again over the checkered cafe
tablecloth. After barely eating for weeks when he got out of that jar, Nico's
appetite had returned and then some. If he was too tired to eat, I'd be lucky
not to have to carry him out.
"C'mon, Nico," I said, reaching over to gently shake his bony shoulder. "We
need to sleep." Shadow-travel tired me out too, even though I hadn't even
technically done anything besides stand guard.
"Mm-hm," said Nico, and slowly got up from his chair, his long hair hanging in
his face. He shuffled after me obediently as I led the way out of the little
cafe towards the Best Western we'd spotted earlier. We were somewhere in
Medford, Massachusetts, and the summer evening was warm and humid, but with a
breeze coming off the Mystic River. It was nice, even though we were both too
exhausted to really appreciate it.
After so many experiences with gods and other supernatural beings running
hotels that conveniently popped up when I was on a quest, I stepped through the
doors of the Best Western half-expecting to see an empousa-leg umbrella stand
and a nymph on the desk. But it really did just seem to be a normal, boring old
Best Western, the same as you find all around the country. I asked the very
human-looking receptionist for a twin room, and Nico fished a black card out of
his aviator jacket and slid it across the counter. One of the advantages of
having the god of wealth for a dad: his allowance was a lot bigger than mine
had been at fifteen.
I wondered what the receptionist saw. We didn't look like brothers, but maybe
we could pass for cousins. Our godly parents were brothers, so I guess in that
sense we were cousins. I squinted at Nico in the elevator, trying to work out
if there was any resemblance. He squinted back at me like he was wondering if
I'd been hit on the head, so I stopped and stared at the shiny doors instead.
Even our smudgy, distorted reflections looked tired.
The room was plain and comfortable. Of course, I'd have thought anything softer
than the ground was comfortable at that point.
"Hey," I began, turning to Nico, "which-"
Nico had already wriggled out of his jacket and was in the middle of kicking
off his shoes. Before I could finish my sentence, he flopped down on the
nearest bed and promptly passed out.
"I guess you can have that bed, then," I graciously told his unconscious form.
His only reply was a snore.
I managed to brush my teeth and take off not only my shoes but my jeans before
I had to give up and collapse into what felt like the most comfortable bed I'd
ever slept in. As soon as my head hit the pillow, Morpheus dragged me down into
his embrace.
I dreamed, of course. I always dream on quests. Sometimes, I wish I didn't. At
least dreams of the future or of what the enemy is doing are kind of useful,
even when they're awful: but this was a dream about stuff that had already
happened. It was on the same theme as all the dreams I'd had since getting out
of Tartarus.
The numbers on the clock read 3:07. I got up to get myself a glass of water
from the bathroom. Nico was still dead to the world, a lump of bedsheets
emanating faint whuffling snores. I wondered whether he dreamed of Tartarus
too. It wasn't exactly something you could just bring up casually, like, 'Hey,
do you still have awful nightmares about being hunted by empousai? Because I
have them at least twice a week, and it's getting old.'
There was, technically, somebody else I could talk to about Tartarus, and I
knew for a fact she still dreamed about it. But I didn't really feel up to
talking to her about anything right now, which was a large part of why I'd
basically forced Nico to take me with him on this trip to Maine. It wasn't even
a proper quest: there hadn't been a prophecy, and there were only two of us. It
was just that, for the first time in my life, I wanted to get away from Camp
and particularly from the people in it.
The hotel room was grey in the light from a street-lamp outside the window.
After the sick, heart-pounding confusion of the dream, I was sleepy again. I
got back into bed, closed my eyes, and timed my breathing to Nico's. I doubted
he'd care if he knew, but it made me feel better to have somebody else in the
room with me, another living, breathing person.
It wouldn't have surprised me to be woken up the next morning by Nico briskly
shaking my shoulder and telling me to get up. Instead, I gradually dragged
myself into consciousness by watching the light grow through the curtains. From
the bed next to mine, the faint snoring continued. When I looked over, all I
could see was a blanket burrito and some black hair. I remembered what Reyna
had said about Nico being a deep sleeper - neither of us had wanted to say
'sleeps like the dead', but we were both thinking it - and decided that I got
first shower by default.
When I got out of the shower, Nico still hadn't stirred. I went over to shake
his shoulder and drip on him. It's the most effective method I know of waking
somebody up.
He wrinkled his nose when I leaned over him and a drop of water hit his neck. I
relaxed a little bit at the sight: despite the snoring, he'd been so still and
quiet that I'd been the tiniest bit worried that he was dissolving into shadow
again, like Reyna had warned me about. I hadn't been there to see it, but I
could imagine it all too vividly.
He opened his eyes just as I was reaching for his shoulder to give it a good
shake - if I could find it through the blankets. He'd made himself a pretty
effective coccoon. Sadly, the Nico that emerged was still a small, grumpy
caterpillar.
"Fine," he mumbled, in response to a question I hadn't asked, and wriggled his
way out of his blanket burrito to sit on the side of the bed for a moment. I
continued to drip on him, helpfully.
"Aaargh," he said, wiping water droplets off his forearm. "Percy." Then he
seemed to really look at me - dripping wet and wearing only a towel - and I
guess it must have jogged his memory of what he was supposed to be doing,
because he shot into the bathroom like his ass was on fire.
I got dressed and was just packing away my pyjamas when Nico came out of the
bathroom, clean, damp and dressed. I'd seen those fresh clothes neatly hung up
on the back of the bathroom door while I was showering, and again I wondered
whether he owned anything that wasn't black. Where did he find so many t-shirts
with skeletons on? All he needed was some black nail polish and he'd fit in
perfectly with my high school's small collection of Goths. I decided not to
mention that to him.
Once we'd checked out, we'd barely stepped into the morning sunlight when
Nico's hand closed around my arm and the shadows closed in around us.
Everything went dark. My insides felt like they were being squeezed through a
keyhole; my eyeballs felt like they were liquefying.
We were bound for somewhere around Portland, Maine. Nico claimed that he could
make the jump to Bar Harbour in the same day, but I had no intention of letting
him try. We would stop for the night if I had to knock him out myself.
Luckily, we came out in Portland. Not that we knew that immediately, of course:
it just looked like another city. But the lighthouse bearing the sign 'Portland
Observatory' was a pretty big clue.
As cities go, Portland was pretty nice, I guess. Being from New York skews my
perception of what a city should look like, but also biases me in favour of
places which aren't crawling with tourists year-round. I was happy to find a
bench to let Nico sit down after shadow-travelling - after framing it as me
being tired, because I knew that Nico was stubborn enough to insist he didn't
need a rest.
I looked out across the water and pretended to ignore Nico's head drooping
towards my shoulder. I didn't actually mind if he did use me as a pillow, but
Nico would be embarrassed.
This would all be so much simpler if Nico could act like he didn't hate me. It
hadn't always been this difficult: even after Bianca's death, when he'd taken
me for my dip in the Styx we'd got on fine, small imprisonment interlude aside.
But now he acted like he could barely stand to look at me.
Popular consensus among our mutual friends was that Nico's standoffishness had
started around the time Annabeth and I started dating, which brought up some
awkward questions. But I had no idea how to even start the 'Hey, so, I'm not
dating the girl you have a crush on any more, so maybe we could be friends?'
conversation, so we were stuck in an awkward relationship limbo where we kept
saving each other's lives but barely exchanged a civil word.
This was quite nice, though. Nico's head had finally hit my shoulder, which
meant that he was asleep instead of refusing to look me in the eye, so I just
watched the mist gathering over the rippling water.
Of course, that was the moment when it all went to Hades.
The mist over the water was getting thicker. I thought it was my imagination at
first, but no, it really was. Strange. Then I realised that it was thickening
and forming into a shape. A human shape.
"Nico!" I whispered between my teeth, trying to shake his shoulder subtly but
also firmly. He woke with a start. I squeezed his waist in warning: keep it
down.
"There, on the water," I breathed in his ear, and felt him shiver. He must be
ticklish, which wasn't a thought I'd ever had about Nico. I guess even scowly
necromancers can be vulnerable to tickling.
"A manes," he said, voice thick with sleep. "A ghost." On reflection, I
probably should have guessed that: it did look pretty grey and ghostly.
"Good or bad?"
"Neither, strictly speaking." We both watched the thing coalescing. It had very
big, very sharp teeth. "In practice," Nico admitted after a significant pause,
"usually bad."
We stood and drew our swords at the same time.
"Can you do something?" I asked as it drew nearer, swirling and gliding towards
the shore. "You're the King of Ghosts, right?"
"I guess-"
But what Nico was preparing to do, he never managed. The thing rushed right
towards me, a great swirling grey cloud. I swung Riptide to guard my face - and
the cloud ran straight onto it and dissipated.
It just vanished, like smoke out of a window. It didn't scream or drop or
anything: it was as if the celestial bronze of my sword had drained it of its
vitality. A few wisps drifted off harmlessly past my face.
After the initial panic, it was kind of an anticlimax. I cautiously lowered
Riptide, and chanced a look at Nico. He looked back at me like he was thinking
the same thing. Could that really be all it took?
We waited for a long moment, each of us still prepared to strike; but nothing
happened. Everything was still again, normal again. The birds started singing
again, cautiously. The ghostly presence had vanished.
"Well," I said eventually, "what would a ghost even drop as a trophy?
Ectoplasm?"
That got a tiny smile from Nico. It was the first smile I'd got out of him on
this whole sorry quest.
So much for our ghost. We sheathed our swords and headed for the nearest place
that sold lunch, which we promptly inhaled. Hey, we were teenage boys. And
coming off an adrenaline rush always makes me hungry.
Nothing seemed strange until evening rolled around, and we were holed up in
another motel. We'd turned off the lights, so the room was lit only by the
streetlamps outside, which cast a faint glow through the curtains.
Nico was tucked up in bed already, and I was just spitting out toothpaste into
the bathroom sink. I looked up, met my eyes in the mirror - and then they
weren't my eyes. The hand holding the toothbrush wasn't my hand. Toothbrush
back in its holder, my legs carried me back out to the main room
Then they carried me to Nico's bed. My hand pulled back the covers. Startled
from his doze, Nico rolled over to face me.
"What are you doing?" Nico's eyes were wide in the dark,
"Huddling for warmth," my mouth answered. "C'mon, Nico, I'm freezing here." I
wasn't cold at all in boxers and a t-shirt, despite the lack of heating in the
room.
"Then freeze," Nico growled, but he let my hand lift the covers and my body
crawl into bed alongside him without going for his sword. I guessed he was
still groggy.
Nico wasn't very warm, which didn't surprise me. When I'd taken his hand
earlier it had been like a block of ice. I'd assumed that 'lukewarm' was just
his normal body temperature, or maybe he had bad circulation. Either way, this
kid seriously needed some bedsocks.
"You're freezing," my mouth whispered. At least that was true. "C'mere."
Nico didn't so much tense up when my arm wrapped around his waist as seize up.
Then he started struggling.
"Percy, get off me," he snarled. I'm trying, I wanted to say. My body wouldn't
respond. I couldn't do anything as my arms wrapped around Nico and pulled him
closer, rolling him so his back was to my front.
"I'm trying to warm you up," my voice insisted. "Seriously, Nico, we both need
to get warm." We were both wearing shorts, and my hairy legs intertwined with
his smooth ones. He tried to elbow me in the ribs, but only caught me a
glancing blow on the arm. My grip tightened a little so I was - there was no
way around it - holding him in my arms.
Frankly, I was expecting Nico to throw me out of bed, more or less literally.
It was what I'd have done in his place. OK, maybe it wasn't: if Nico had
crawled into my bed pleading cold, I'd have assumed he was either dying or
possessed, which might have taken precedence over the kicking him out thing.
But apparently me doing the same thing didn't ring those alarm bells in Nico's
head, and I just found myself - amazingly - spooning a very tense Nico who was
probably going to turn around and bite me any minute.
This was nuts. It'd been possessed before, by the eidolon, and it had made me
do some crazy things; but I hadn't been aware of it. I hadn't felt that I was
watching my body act without my permission, without my control, like I was just
a passenger in it.
"You're cute," my voice mumbled in Nico's ear as my arms squeezed him tight.
Was this really what the manes wanted? To cuddle Nico and tell him he was cute?
Furthermore, what kind of standards of cuteness was the manes using? Nico had
been cute at ten, I could admit that. By fifteen, not so much, unless 'cute'
was just a euphemism for 'short'. Teenage boys didn't meet any definition of
the word 'cute' I knew. Puberty was a harsh mistress.
"Get off." Nico sounded furious, but he still wasn't physically shoving me off
the bed, which I found weird. Needless to say, my body didn't do as he told it
to.
"Really cute," my mouth whispered into Nico's silky hair - before pressing a
tiny kiss behind his ear.
The manes' plan suddenly snapped into horrible focus.
Get out! I howled in my own head. If the manes heard me, it didn't obey. Don't
you dare touch him!
It wasn't like Nico was helpless, I told myself. Sure, I was taller, older and
heavier, and in a straight physical fight I'd pin him - but as demigod powers
went, we were matched. If the worst came to the worst, he could just shadow-
travel to the next state over and leave me here. I knew his sword was in reach
because I'd seen him slip it under his pillow.
So why wasn't he fighting?
In my arms, Nico felt like he'd stopped breathing.
"Percy, what are you doing?" I hadn't expected him to say it in that small
voice. He sounded frightened. My heart and stomach turned over.
"What does it look like?" Another kiss. My thumb started drawing little circles
on his chest through his t-shirt. "I've wanted to do this for months," my voice
promised him.
Nico trembled in my arms.
"Percy, stop it," he said thinly. He still wasn't fighting.
"Please," my voice begged, "I want you so bad." More kisses to Nico's neck and
throat, and my thumb graduated to playing with his nipple.
"No you don't." Nico jerked out of my embrace and rolled over to face me. His
face was pink. "Percy, what in Hades is the matter with you?" He looked
suspicious. Good, be suspicious. If there was anyone I trusted to exorcise
ghosts, it was Nico.
"Nico, I broke up with Annabeth because I couldn't stop thinking about you." My
mouth kept spewing lies as my arms pulled Nico close again. "Please, I can't
not do anything about it any more, it's driving me crazy." Nico's eyes were
huge and dark in the dim light, and they fluttered shut as my head bent
forwards to press my lips to his.
Fight! I silently begged Nico. This isn't me! I wouldn't do this! But his mouth
opened to my forceful kiss, and when my tongue licked his lower lip, his whole
body shuddered.
I didn't understand. If an older boy had randomly got into my bed in the middle
of the night and started touching me and telling me how cute I was, I would
have been out of there. Even if it had been Luke, back when I thought he was
super cool. Why Nico, who plainly didn't even like me that much, was putting up
with this, I had no idea.
Unless it was all a put-on, and actually he'd realised that I was possessed and
was about to perform some sort of exorcism? By letting me stick my tongue down
his throat? I couldn't do anything, so I just had to hope.
My legs wrapped more securely around his as my tongue continued to explore his
soft, hot mouth. This had to be his first kiss, and I felt bad that this manes
was using my body to take it from him. At least it could have been slightly
kinder and possessed Annabeth.
Nico let my arms pull him closer, pressing our bodies together. He was shaking,
just a little, and the manes squeezed him tighter.
"You're shaking," it broke the kiss to whisper. "You OK?" A hand rubbed his
back comfortingly. I was very aware of how much smaller and skinnier he was
than me. It had never seemed important before.
"Mm." Nico's arm wrapped tentatively around my waist, and he started to stroke
my back with his fingertips through my t-shirt. He was watching my face like a
puzzle. The darkness seemed to envelop us.
"Sorry," my mouth whispered, as my hand felt for his where it was pressed up
against my chest. "That was your first kiss, right?" Did the manes know what I
was thinking, or had it just worked that out for itself?
Nico went pinker and looked defensive, which answered the question. My hand
reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear and stroke his cheek for a lingering
moment. Then it took his chin, and when the manes leaned in for another kiss,
Nico opened his mouth eagerly. I couldn't tell whether Nico was pretending any
more. Had he ever been? As my tongue twined slickly with Nico's and Nico took a
sharp breath through his nose, I remembered that Nico had never been a
particularly good liar.
The kiss got deeper, hotter. My teeth bit at Nico's lip, my tongue traced the
inner recesses of his mouth. My hands stroked him, his chest, his back, under
his t-shirt. All through it, Nico clung to me with one hand tangled in my hair,
shuddering when my body did something he liked. I learned that he liked it when
my tongue licked the inside of his lower lip. The little noises he made into
the kiss - that wasn't acting. When his hand crept up under my t-shirt to feel
the bare skin of my back, that wasn't acting.
My hands clutched at him more urgently, my mouth kissed him brutally. But Nico
didn't complain: he kissed back as good as he got, the way I - the manes - had
taught him. His tongue mimicked mine, teasing and twining. His breathing got
heavier along with mine until we were panting through our noses as our mouths
crashed together. There's no way around it: we made out like the horny
teenagers we were in that motel bed. Except it wasn't really me.
When my hand started teasing the waistband of his underwear, just above his
ass, I started to panic.
Stop it! I thought furiously at the manes. But Nico didn't pull away and ask
what in Hades I thought I was doing, and my fingertips slid down underneath the
waistband to grab hold of his ass.
Nico jumped like he'd been given an electric shock, but he didn't push me away
and tell me not to get fresh. Of course he didn't: he was a horny teenage boy
too, and, as I was realising, probably a lot higher up the Kinsey scale than
I'd thought. I felt a little stupid for having not worked it out, but hey,
everybody else thought he had a crush on Annabeth, and it had seemed to fit.
Styx, maybe he really did, and he just liked guys too.
My other hand grabbed his thigh to pull it over mine, which put us in an even
more intimate situation, if you get my drift. To be blunt, I could feel his
hard-on pressing into my belly. I could also feel mine, which surprised me. I
hadn't even realised I had a boner, but there it was, cradled between our
bodies.
Now I'd noticed it, it was impossible to ignore. I wasn't turned on by this,
wasn't even enjoying it - but I had a raging stiffy that was rubbing against
Nico's belly as we squirmed about in the bed. It felt good, and I hated that it
felt good.
Nico broke the kiss. His warm breath ghosted across my cheek as he whispered,
"Percy..." He sounded apprehensive, even as his hips moved to rub his dick
against my belly, encouraged by my hand squeezing his ass and pushing him back
and forth. When my tongue flicked out to lick and suck at his earlobe, he made
a sound like he was in pain and I felt his dick jump.
"Shh, don't worry," my voice comforted him, breathing on his ear and neck to
made him shudder, "I'll look after you."
And I guess that was the reassurance he was looking for, or maybe he was too
turned-on to care, because when I rolled him over and started kissing and
sucking at his neck, his legs opened wide and we humped each other like it was
a race. Nico moaned desperately in my ear, and my voice, not under my control,
moaned back.
I'd never done this with a guy before, barely even done it with Annabeth, and
the feeling of another boy's hard dick pressing into my belly made my face go
hot with embarrassment. It was crazy: I'd never thought of Nico in this way,
and it made the whole thing ridiculous and humiliating. How was I going to look
Nico in the eye when I got control of my body back?
Then my hand left off squeezing his ass and encouraging him to thrust - and
grabbed his dick through his underwear instead. He made a hiccupping sound in
my ear, then gasped,
"Nn, yes." His hips tried to thrust up into my hand.
You fucker, I thought as my fingers started to delve inside Nico's underwear,
you fucker, next time I'll send you back to Tartarus where you belong. Still no
answer. I didn't even know whether the manes could hear me, though it clearly
had access to my memories.
Nico's dick was very hot and very stiff, and he moaned when I touched it. It
felt different to mine, and it took me a minute to work out that he wasn't cut.
They didn't do that in Europe.
I hated that I was noticing everything - the size of his dick, of his balls,
how the foreskin felt as it slid over the head. I knew that I'd never be able
to forget what it felt like, or the sounds he made when I stroked him. I'd
never be able to forget how his thin body felt underneath me as he eagerly
yielded to my touch. I wasn't going to be able to look at him without
remembering the time a manes possessed my body and used it to have sex with
Nico, while I was aware the whole time.
"Hey, Nico," my voice breathed in his ear, "wanna suck my dick?"
Nico flinched or shivered, I don't know which, but he managed to whisper,
"Yes."
The sheet was flung down to the bottom of the bed, my t-shirt wrestled off, and
my legs spread to let Nico kneel between them. The manes let Nico take off my
underwear slowly, his eyes fixed on the bulge of my hard-on through the fabric.
I was left totally naked, totally exposed, and I could see my heaving chest and
beyond that my hard dick, like they didn't even belong to me.
Nico wasn't shy about wrapping his hand around my dick, which pulsed and leaked
precome as he stroked it. He knew what he was doing and it felt good, and my
throat let out soft little moans as he jacked me slowly. I could see his hard
dick between his legs, red and straining, and after a moment he started
squeezing and playing with it, like he was so desperate that he couldn't bear
not to touch it.
He was more hesitant about putting his mouth on my dick. He leaned down and
breathed hot breath onto it from his open mouth, but then seemed to get stuck.
"Go on," my voice cajoled, "you've thought about this a lot, right?"
Nico nodded. His ears went pink. Mine would have too if I'd been in control.
"I bet you've had lots of fantasies about sucking dick. I bet you've had lots
of fantasies about sucking my dick." Where was this coming from? The manes was
using my voice, my way of speaking, but saying things I'd never say.
Nico's blush spread to his cheeks, but he said determinedly, almost
defensively,
"Yeah, I've thought about it."
"Did you jerk off while you thought about sucking my dick?" My voice was low
and dirty. I didn't know I could sound like that.
"You know I did," he said fiercely. Nico had jerked it while thinking about
giving me head? In other circumstances, I might have been kind of flattered.
"Good, 'cause I jerked off while I thought about sucking yours." Nico looked
startled, but I could actually see his dick jump in his hand. "Please, c'mon"
my voice begged, "don't tease me, Nico."
And I guess that 'admission' gave him confidence, because his tongue flicked
out to lick the head of my dick. Then a longer lick, circling it, and I guess
he didn't mind the salty taste (yeah, I know what my own dick tastes like, I
wasn't going to put it in a girl's mouth without checking) because he just went
for it.
I wish it wasn't the best head I'd ever received, but it was. It shouldn't have
been, because if that had been his first kiss then this was definitely his
first blowjob, but he sucked my dick so enthusiastically, so desperately, like
it was the only thing he wanted and he could come just from giving head, that
it blew my paltry experience in having my cock sucked out of the water.
Maybe being a guy gave him an advantage, because he sure knew how to work a
dick. Well, hadn't he just admitted that he'd fantasised about it and touched
himself? He was touching himself now while his head bobbed up and down my dick,
pulling and squeezing at his dick and moving his hips like he was desperate to
come but trying not to tip over the edge. He kept opening his eyes to stare up
at me, my open mouthed undignified sex-face, then closing them in ecstacy.
He worked his tongue into the hole at the tip and pressed it into the sweet
spot just underneath the head, his free hand that wasn't steadying my dick
slipped down to fondle my balls, and my hands tugged at his hair as my voice
said hoarsely,
"Ah, Nico, Nico, I'm gonna come." And I was: the shuddery tight feeling was
building up at the base of my dick. Nico groaned around my dick and kept
sucking it, rolling my balls in his palm. He must be able to feel them drawing
up, I realised, everything drawing tighter and tighter -
I came in Nico's mouth. He didn't pull off, so my dick spat ropes of come
inside his hot, wet mouth. Every muscle seized, every synapse fired, and I
experienced one of the best orgasms I'd ever had.
It left both of us panting. Nico hadn't swallowed, and when he pulled off my
come was dripping from his mouth.
"Come here," said my rough voice. "Kiss me."
Kiss me? Every cell in my body revolted from the thought. I was not kissing
somebody - anybody - while they had come in their mouths, mine or otherwise.
Nope. Not happening.
Except that Nico crawled up my body and kissed me, and come mixed with his
saliva flooded my mouth. It was so gross I can't even describe it, but my body
and Nico eagerly kissed and shared my come between them. I could feel Nico's
erection still throbbing against my thigh.
"Up, up," my mouth commanded breathlessly, pulling at Nico's thighs. My body
propped itself up on its elbows as Nico crawled up further. "C'mon, let me do
you now."
"Percy," Nico gasped as he stared down at me, then bit his lip. He was kneeling
over my chest, his dick level with my mouth. It was wet with pre-come where it
had drooled, and so red and straining that my own dick ached in sympathy. A
flush had spread down his pale neck, and his thin chest was heaving. As I
watched, his dick jerked and oozed another string of pre-come. He was obviously
going to come any minute.
"You're so hot," my mouth told him, before taking in his whole dick. His whole
dick, just like that, like a magic trick. It was burning hot and salty-tasting,
and Nico curled forward and grabbed hold of my hair as I sucked at it.
"Percy, Percy!" he gasped. "Aah, Percy, I-" Jets of come fired into my mouth
and whatever he was about to say was cut off in groaning and gasping. My mouth
sucked harder, and he swore.
I swallowed. Well, my throat did: I didn't have any choice. The salty, bleachy
taste was immediately seared on my memory.
Nico collapsed over me, panting, and my arms easily rearranged him so he was
lying half-on me, half-off. Some small part of my brain fretted that I could
pick him up so easily: he was short, sure, but he should be more solid than
that.
We kissed some more, sloppily. I'd got used to the taste of his mouth.
When our breathing had slowed and the kisses had turned sweet, Nico broke off
and tucked his head into the crook of my neck, so his voice just reached my
ear.
"How did you know?" he asked in a small voice. "That I..." Nico didn't so much
trail off significantly as fail to make any sound.
"That you like guys?" How had the manes known? I sure hadn't. Unless it had
just been luck that Nico had been up for being seduced. My blood ran cold as I
imagined a scenario in which Nico hadn't been so willing. I didn't think the
manes cared much about little things like 'consent'.
"That I like you." Nico looked up at me through his bangs. "I thought I was
hiding it really well. I tried to hide it."
And with that, my world turned upside down.
"You did." My hand played with his silky hair. "I didn't know. But I couldn't
hide it from you any more, so I just had to hope."
Nico snorted.
"That' s so like you," he said, affectionately. Then he leaned up to kiss me
again, tenderly. Lovingly. Things I'd never understood about Nico suddenly took
on new meanings.
My mouth returned the kiss, my arms held him tight - and my heart dropped right
through my stomach. What were we going to do when the manes left?
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