[fic] fall head first (like paper planes)
fall head first (like paper planes)
luke/percy ; percy jackson fiction ; 615 words ; pg-13
| "It’s just jam, Percy" |
notes: for amanda (venacavaa), because i never would've noticed the pegasus jam in my fridge without our picture a day thing ♥
in which percy loves jam,
and luke does not,
(except when it's on percy)
Saying that Percy liked jam was an understatement. He adored it.
He hadn’t always, only having it from time to time when he was younger, but then he had breakfast for the first time at camp and he was a changed man. He couldn’t help it. The camp’s jam was made from it’s own strawberry fields and it was utter perfection in Percy’s mind; sweet and sticky and amazing.
No one else really understood it. Annabeth always wrinkled her nose, saying, “It’s just jam, Percy,” and Grover always declined it, “No thanks, man. I’ll just stick with the cans.”
Luke especially disliked it, always asking, “How do you never get sick of it? It’s so… sugary, and it gets just about everywhere when you eat it,” which wasn’t too far from the truth when Luke came to find Percy in his cabin, hands and face speckled guiltily with the sticky substance.
Luke carefully picks up the empty glass jar left on a table, reading the label:
Pegasus Strawberry Jam: ‘Let your taste buds take flight!’
Percy sees Luke roll his eyes before placing the jar down and leisurely strolling over to Percy, who’s seated comfortably on the bed, completely sated with the taste of strawberries still light on his tongue.
Luke leans over him, and Percy feels a little lightheaded as he watches the slow smile spread over Luke’s lips.
“You’ve got a little something,” Luke murmurs, as he lifts his hand to Percy cheek, wiping some of the jam off with his thumb.
Percy watches mesmerized as Luke licks the jam off the thumb, kneeling onto the bed before Percy.
“What are you--“ Percy starts, but then Luke cups Percy’s chin, tilting his head.
Percy lets out a surprised squeak when Luke leans forward, licking at his jaw, more of the sweet substance dissolving on his tongue. Percy’s hands tighten in the sheets below him, and his heart begins to jackhammer in his chest.
Luke’s hand circles Percy’s wrist, bringing it up to his lips where Luke kisses Percy’s palm, and then each finger. He takes one of Percy’s coated fingers into his mouth, sucking lightly until all the jam is gone, repeating the action for each digit. Percy can’t take his eyes off the sight, and he feels like molten heat is sliding down his spine.
Percy realizes he’s been holding his breath when Luke tangles his fingers with his own, completing the gesture with a light kiss pressed to the soft skin on the back of Percy’s hand.
Luke glances at him, frowning, “Missed a spot,” erasing the space between them to kiss Percy lightly on the lips.
Percy’s hand reaches up to fist in Luke’s shirt as he licks into his mouth, and Percy makes a soft sound in the back of his throat. He feels Luke smile.
When Luke pulls away, Percy says a little breathlessly, “That was a bit cliché,” and Luke laughs, the sound making Percy’s heart skip a beat, and a flush spread on his cheeks.
Luke leans forward again, “Maybe I could get to like jam a little more.”
“Don’t expect a kiss each time you have some. This was a one time deal, you know,” Percy replies, leaning away from Luke to look him in the eye.
“Oh, obviously,” Luke replies mock seriously, a smile tugging on his lips.
Percy pauses for a moment before saying: “Maybe it’s better if you don’t like it anyway. More for me,” and then he tilts his head up, kissing Luke, who leans into him easily.
Luke tastes of sunlight and warmth and lazy summer afternoons.
(Percy thinks he might like it better than jam. Maybe.)
end
amanda, stop daring me to write fic. (except, you know, don't.)
luke/percy ; percy jackson fiction ; 615 words ; pg-13
| "It’s just jam, Percy" |
notes: for amanda (venacavaa), because i never would've noticed the pegasus jam in my fridge without our picture a day thing ♥
in which percy loves jam,
and luke does not,
(except when it's on percy)
Saying that Percy liked jam was an understatement. He adored it.
He hadn’t always, only having it from time to time when he was younger, but then he had breakfast for the first time at camp and he was a changed man. He couldn’t help it. The camp’s jam was made from it’s own strawberry fields and it was utter perfection in Percy’s mind; sweet and sticky and amazing.
No one else really understood it. Annabeth always wrinkled her nose, saying, “It’s just jam, Percy,” and Grover always declined it, “No thanks, man. I’ll just stick with the cans.”
Luke especially disliked it, always asking, “How do you never get sick of it? It’s so… sugary, and it gets just about everywhere when you eat it,” which wasn’t too far from the truth when Luke came to find Percy in his cabin, hands and face speckled guiltily with the sticky substance.
Luke carefully picks up the empty glass jar left on a table, reading the label:
Pegasus Strawberry Jam: ‘Let your taste buds take flight!’
Percy sees Luke roll his eyes before placing the jar down and leisurely strolling over to Percy, who’s seated comfortably on the bed, completely sated with the taste of strawberries still light on his tongue.
Luke leans over him, and Percy feels a little lightheaded as he watches the slow smile spread over Luke’s lips.
“You’ve got a little something,” Luke murmurs, as he lifts his hand to Percy cheek, wiping some of the jam off with his thumb.
Percy watches mesmerized as Luke licks the jam off the thumb, kneeling onto the bed before Percy.
“What are you--“ Percy starts, but then Luke cups Percy’s chin, tilting his head.
Percy lets out a surprised squeak when Luke leans forward, licking at his jaw, more of the sweet substance dissolving on his tongue. Percy’s hands tighten in the sheets below him, and his heart begins to jackhammer in his chest.
Luke’s hand circles Percy’s wrist, bringing it up to his lips where Luke kisses Percy’s palm, and then each finger. He takes one of Percy’s coated fingers into his mouth, sucking lightly until all the jam is gone, repeating the action for each digit. Percy can’t take his eyes off the sight, and he feels like molten heat is sliding down his spine.
Percy realizes he’s been holding his breath when Luke tangles his fingers with his own, completing the gesture with a light kiss pressed to the soft skin on the back of Percy’s hand.
Luke glances at him, frowning, “Missed a spot,” erasing the space between them to kiss Percy lightly on the lips.
Percy’s hand reaches up to fist in Luke’s shirt as he licks into his mouth, and Percy makes a soft sound in the back of his throat. He feels Luke smile.
When Luke pulls away, Percy says a little breathlessly, “That was a bit cliché,” and Luke laughs, the sound making Percy’s heart skip a beat, and a flush spread on his cheeks.
Luke leans forward again, “Maybe I could get to like jam a little more.”
“Don’t expect a kiss each time you have some. This was a one time deal, you know,” Percy replies, leaning away from Luke to look him in the eye.
“Oh, obviously,” Luke replies mock seriously, a smile tugging on his lips.
Percy pauses for a moment before saying: “Maybe it’s better if you don’t like it anyway. More for me,” and then he tilts his head up, kissing Luke, who leans into him easily.
Luke tastes of sunlight and warmth and lazy summer afternoons.
(Percy thinks he might like it better than jam. Maybe.)
end
amanda, stop daring me to write fic. (except, you know, don't.)