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Comfortable [Percy/Nico, PG-13]
Title: Comfortable
Author: igrab
Pairing: Percy/Nico
Written For: soxdamnxcute
Wordcount: 547
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Percy has had an awful day.
It was just one of those days. You know. When nothing went right, and the whole world seemed angry at him and he just wanted to scream, but mature adults don't scream, they shut up and carry on. He hated every second.
Even the key in the lock of his apartment wasn't working, to put the icing on the cake, and he slammed his fist against the door and let out a wild screech, because fuck this, really. He just wanted something to go right.
He tried the lock again. It opened.
The only light in the apartment came from a large fish tank in the corner, bubbling soft and blue, and though it was usually a comforting white noise, today it felt like knives. He just wanted silence, and darkness, and quiet. No water noises, nothing to remind him of all the stupid people in this stupid world who didn't understand that dolphins smiled because they had to, and only Percy could hear them cry.
Fuck.
He sank down onto a kitchen stool, and let his head fall into his hands.
Fuck.
The first thing he noticed - some indeterminate length of time later - was the curious absence of sound, and he cast wildly about with his ears but it was the fish tank. Someone had turned off the bubble thingy, or silenced it somehow. He didn't care. The relief was nearly palpable.
And then, fingertips. Just touching, resting against the back of his neck. They were cold, and perhaps on other days Percy would've laughed and jerked away, but today it was strangely welcoming. Yes, please, cool the fire in my head. My ears. My thoughts.
He heard the faint sound of zipper teeth, separating, and cool fingers stroked down his spine as the thick wetsuit cloth parted, and pretty lips touched the base of his skull. He let himself be guided, let those slim little chill fingers peel the fabric away, until he could dig bony joints into Percy's shoulders, drawing out a startled sigh of pleasure.
The mouth sucked, warm and wet, just under his ear until his limbs gave out, and he would have flopped forward if an arm didn't snake across his chest then, to steady him. He was slowly losing all motor functions and brain cells, and it was perfect, it was just what he needed.
Nico had gotten so much more skilled at dark portals. Now, Percy mistily realized he couldn't articulate the feeling of the chair beneath him, or the table, or even his clothes, and it was a good few seconds before he realized that the pressure had become a blanket, and his bed, and his lover curled like a serpent around him. It was dark, and silent, and comfortable. He'd never been more grateful for that particular power, never been gladder for the companionship of a person that truly, deeply wanted nothing more than his happiness.
He wouldn't break the silence to say 'thank you', or 'i love you', but it was implied in the contented breath of his exhale, and he'd make it up to him, sometime. Soon. When he least expected it.
Author: igrab
Pairing: Percy/Nico
Written For: soxdamnxcute
Wordcount: 547
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Percy has had an awful day.
It was just one of those days. You know. When nothing went right, and the whole world seemed angry at him and he just wanted to scream, but mature adults don't scream, they shut up and carry on. He hated every second.
Even the key in the lock of his apartment wasn't working, to put the icing on the cake, and he slammed his fist against the door and let out a wild screech, because fuck this, really. He just wanted something to go right.
He tried the lock again. It opened.
The only light in the apartment came from a large fish tank in the corner, bubbling soft and blue, and though it was usually a comforting white noise, today it felt like knives. He just wanted silence, and darkness, and quiet. No water noises, nothing to remind him of all the stupid people in this stupid world who didn't understand that dolphins smiled because they had to, and only Percy could hear them cry.
Fuck.
He sank down onto a kitchen stool, and let his head fall into his hands.
Fuck.
The first thing he noticed - some indeterminate length of time later - was the curious absence of sound, and he cast wildly about with his ears but it was the fish tank. Someone had turned off the bubble thingy, or silenced it somehow. He didn't care. The relief was nearly palpable.
And then, fingertips. Just touching, resting against the back of his neck. They were cold, and perhaps on other days Percy would've laughed and jerked away, but today it was strangely welcoming. Yes, please, cool the fire in my head. My ears. My thoughts.
He heard the faint sound of zipper teeth, separating, and cool fingers stroked down his spine as the thick wetsuit cloth parted, and pretty lips touched the base of his skull. He let himself be guided, let those slim little chill fingers peel the fabric away, until he could dig bony joints into Percy's shoulders, drawing out a startled sigh of pleasure.
The mouth sucked, warm and wet, just under his ear until his limbs gave out, and he would have flopped forward if an arm didn't snake across his chest then, to steady him. He was slowly losing all motor functions and brain cells, and it was perfect, it was just what he needed.
Nico had gotten so much more skilled at dark portals. Now, Percy mistily realized he couldn't articulate the feeling of the chair beneath him, or the table, or even his clothes, and it was a good few seconds before he realized that the pressure had become a blanket, and his bed, and his lover curled like a serpent around him. It was dark, and silent, and comfortable. He'd never been more grateful for that particular power, never been gladder for the companionship of a person that truly, deeply wanted nothing more than his happiness.
He wouldn't break the silence to say 'thank you', or 'i love you', but it was implied in the contented breath of his exhale, and he'd make it up to him, sometime. Soon. When he least expected it.