Olympusland // Drabbles
Drabbles written for the olympusland Mount Olympus Challenge.
Point Calculations
The Strangest Questions: 204 words - 2 points
Just a Little Reminder: 532 words - 5 points
The Simple Things: 581 words - 5 points
Driving the Sun: 402 words - 4 points
Shots: 888 words - 4 points (only counting half-points)
Total: 20 points
Title: The Strangest Questions
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Annabeth, Rachel. Annabeth/Rachel.
Warnings: Femslash, author with a weird sense of humor.
Prompt: 80 - Why?
Word Count: 204
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
"Hey, Annabeth?" Rachel murmured, laying on the grass under Thalia's pine tree next to the daughter of Athena. "There's something I've always wondered."
"What's that?" Annabeth asked, arching a pale brow. The two girls got along much better these days, since they realized mutual feelings for each other and, after a full explanation to Percy and to Athena - as well as bargaining with Apollo - Rachel and Annabeth started dating.
"Why do Athena's children have belly-buttons?" The question sounded absolutely absurd, but there was genuine curiosity behind it. "I mean, you're born from your mother's head. There's no umbilical cord. It doesn't make sense, though I do like your belly-button."
Annabeth's other eyebrow shot up at the question and, for a moment, she actually looked confused. One of the smartest demigods at Camp Half-Blood and Annabeth Chase couldn't answer a simple question from her girlfriend. "You know, I never thought about it," she replied, an amused tone in her voice. And really, what reason would Annabeth ever have to think about it? One never questioned their belly-button. "You ask the strangest questions, Rachel."
The mortal girl just gave a grin. "You love me for it."
Title: Just a Little Reminder
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Percy, implied Percy/Calypso
Warnings: Again, author's odd sense of humor.
Prompt: 36 - Smell
Word Count: 532
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
I should be asleep right now. I've got a test in my history class tomorrow that I know I'm going to fail. There's really no point in studying when there's always the possibility that the world as I know it might end soon. Luke's still out there, his army's numbers rising every day while my side's army keeps losing members. What's worse is it's not even Luke - it's Kronos in that body. Luke's gone and so are most of our chances. We're going to be flattened like Colonel Mustard and the battle at Little Buffalo.
It was Colonel Mustard, right? Or was it Custard? See? I'm totally going to fail that test.
Anyways, so here I am, sitting on the fire escape outside my bedroom. I'm fretting about what's coming, obviously - and not just the test tomorrow. I can't sleep because I'm thinking too much again. That's one thing I've always hated about my A.D.H.D. I over-think, my mind goes off on tangents and I wind up sitting back and watching my mind focus on one thing, then the next, back to the first. It's like watching two trains racing towards a head-long collision.
A soft breeze picks up and, on it, I catch the scent of the moonlace that I planted last summer. I've been taking care of it the best I can - I've never been really good at keeping things alive - and it's grown since I planted it. It's spread over the planter and, with the moon glistening down on it in the clear night, it's actually really quite beautiful.
Probably the strangest thing about moonlace is its scent; you can't really describe it with an actual smell, more like memories or ideas of some things that might be - like running hand-in-hand with someone you care about in the wet sand as the waves just touch your toes on a clear night, with no one watching except the stars and the moon, bright in the dark sky, and no sound except for the crystal-clear laughter of the one you let slip away.
It's just a small reminder of Calypso, of what I passed up when I left Ogygia. It's a small reminder that there are still things in this world to keep fighting for. I couldn't stay with Calypso, but I could still be one of her heroes - someone who kept fighting to keep the world she lives in safe. The smell of the moonlace cleared my head of the worries that were running in circles, helped to calm me. Just smelling that flower reminded me that there's still hope as long as someone's fighting.
So I crawled back into my room, leaving the window open to let in the night breeze and the scent of the moonlace. As I lay in bed, letting sleep overcome me, a few things stood out in my mind.
I'm not Colonel Custer. This is not the Battle of Little Bighorn. I'm going to keep fighting, for Calypso, for my friends, for my family. I'm going to end this war and find some way to set Calypso free.
And I'm still totally going to fail my history test.
Title: The Simple Things
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Percy, Nico. Could be Percy/Nico, if you squint, stand on your head and zoom in.
Warnings: None.
Prompt: 015. Blue.
Word Count: 581
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
Percy Jackson was a guy with simple tastes; he liked his Coca-Cola straight out of the can, he liked his macaroni drowning in cheese and his liked his Jello blue and bubbly. Whenever he got the chance, he dipped into his allowance, ran across the street to the convenience store and bought himself a package of blue raspberry Jello and a bottle of Mountain Dew - the Voltage flavor. Blue with blue, man. Never mess with the blue.
Percy knew that he could trace his obsession with blue food to his mother and her cooking quirks, but Sally tended to draw the line at making caffeinated blue raspberry Jello. Her son was hyper enough as it was; he didn't need the caffeine from Mountain Dew making it worse. She made him regular jello, sometimes adding sparkling water to it to get the bubble effect, but for Percy, it wasn't quite the same. So he made it on his own, before he headed out to school, but after his mother went to work. He'd add the soda before he left the apartment and, when he got home, it would be ready to eat.
He was actually just about to dig into the batch he'd made that morning when Nico appeared in his living room. The son of Hades looked tired and was covered in dirt. Ever since the battle of Olympus ended, there would be occasions when the younger demigod would come over to Percy's place for a few hours to shower, wash his clothes and generally hang out. It looked for a moment that Nico was just going to head straight for the bathroom to shower as usual after the son of Hades gave his usual greeting.
Then one dark eyebrow shot up, disappearing underneath the younger demigod's unruly black fringe. "What is that?"
Percy mirrored Nico's expression. "What, you've never had Jello before? Have you been living in a cave all your life?"
Nico stared at Percy, eyes dark and lips pursed in thought. "You know I don't remember anything before the casino."
"So you've just been living in a cave for the past few years." Percy scooped out a clump of the gelatin dessert, a quiet schloorp coming out of the bowl before he dropped the Jello into a smaller serving bowl. He pushed the bowl across the counter that separated the kitchen from the bowl. "Here, try some."
Nico stared at the bowl now, wrinkling his nose. "It jiggles."
"It's Jello."
"Is it really edible?"
Percy rolled his eyes at his younger cousin. "Just try it. I make it with Mountain Dew, so it's got caffeine and tickles the tongue."
Nico moved over to the counter and picked up the bowl, accepting the spoon that Percy offered him. While Percy got a second bowl and served himself, Nico poked at his Jello for a few moments before he actually took a spoonful and put it in his mouth. The son of Hades gave the dessert a moment to sit on his tongue before wrinkling his nose again, this time with a soft twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"It does tickle."
Percy shot the younger demigod a grin. "Told you."
Later, after showering and borrowing some of Percy's clothes while his own were in the wash, Nico asked for more of the son of Poseidon's tongue-tickling blue Jello and Percy knew he had converted the younger demigod.
Title: Driving the Sun
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Percy, Apollo, Apollo/Percy
Warnings: Slash, implied adult situations.
Prompt: 031. Sunrise.
Word Count: 402
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
Percy Jackson had always wanted a Maserati. There was something amazing about the model that made the son of Poseidon wish that he had the money to get his hands on a gorgeous, sleek sports car. Maybe it was some in-borne desire that came with being male or simply the idea of getting a thrill out of speeding down the highway, top down and wind tousling his hair as he let go of all his worries, driving forward and never once looking back. Percy always imagined that owning an incredible car like a Maserati would be better than anything in the world.
And maybe he didn't own this ride, but driving the sun chariot, in Maserati form, with Apollo cranking up the tunes in the passenger seat was -
"Better than sex?" Apollo suggested, as though he were reading Percy's mind. A chuckle escaped the sun god. He had to shout to be heard over the music - classic rock, the perfect accompaniment to a morning drive as the son of Poseidon led the sunrise. "Not quite, Percy, but let me tell you, it's up there. Why do you think this is my favorite ride?"
"This is incredible!" Percy didn't care that he was driving through the sky, right up there is Zeus' face; he was in the sun chariot and Zeus would not send a bolt of lightning at him while Apollo was sitting in the seat next to him. He had the sun god's permission to drive this beautiful vehicle and, actually, 'incredible' didn't even come close to what this was.
Exhilarating, mind-blowing, extraordinary. Last time, Percy had been a mere passenger, while Thalia drove. Last time, the sun chariot had been a bus. With just Apollo and himself, Percy could truly appreciate the awe of the chariot. Driving it himself was the most thrilling thing the son of Poseidon had ever done.
"Oh, I think I can come up with something a little more thrilling," Apollo purred into Percy's ear, leaning over to set the chariot on auto-pilot (because he was awesome and could have a Maserati/chariot with auto-pilot, damn it). He then pulled a barely-protesting demigod over to him, kissing and nipping and sucking on the son of Poseidon's neck, hot fingers already working at unfastening the teen's pants.
And that's how Percy Jackson really got that incredible sunburn in the middle of December.
Title: Shots
Rating: PG-13, maaaybe light R
Characters/Pairings: Ensemble, established Annabeth/Rachel and Percy/Nico
Warnings: Slash, femslash, some underage drinking.
Prompt: 091. Birthday.
Word Count: 888
Notes: Somewhat connected to The Strangest Questions and The Simple Things.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
Things had gotten out of hand really quickly. What was meant to simply celebrate Nico's eighteenth birthday privately between their friends became a handful when Travis and Connor brought a couple bottles of liquor to Percy's apartment. Nico was the only one who wasn't of drinking age, but with just the group that was there, there wasn't much argument over letting the son of Hades have a few drinks. Percy pulled out the shot glasses he'd been collecting - he rarely used them, since he only drank occasionally - and Travis poured out the alcohol, with Connor passing the drinks around.
It was supposed to just be the six friends, drinking and hanging out, but then the alcohol set in and Rachel, of all of them, stood up and proclaimed it was time for body shots. The unexpected proposal from the Oracle host was quickly seconded by her girlfriend and then promptly thirded by both Travis and Connor. Percy agreed to it and Nico, not wanting to be left out, gave a shrug. The group around the son of Hades cheered and Percy's coffee table was quickly cleared off.
Annabeth was volunteered to be the first body. The daughter of Athena wrinkled her nose, but went with it, pulling her shirt off to various catcalls and wolf-whistles from the Stolls and Rachel before laying on her back on the coffee table. Travis proceeded to pour a shot into the blonde's navel, causing Annabeth to shiver and giggle. Rachel shoved the son of Hermes aside as soon as the drink was poured.
"By the gods, Annabeth, I love your belly-button," the mortal girl grinned before pulling her kinky red hair back and leaning in, licking and sucking up the liquor that was threatening to spill over her girlfriend's stomach to the coffee table. She grinned, sucking at Annabeth's skin and pulling a soft, pleasured moan from the daughter of Athena. "Really love it."
Annabeth's breath was heavy as she grinned back at the other girl, both of them ignoring the whistles from Travis and Connor. She grabbed Rachel by the wrist and pulled the Oracle host in to a deep kiss, which only got two sons of Hermes whistling louder. The red-head broke the kiss and tugged Annabeth from the table, dragging the daughter of Athena to the couch.
"Nico's turn!" Travis proclaimed. He went over to the youngest demigod in the room and started shoving him towards the coffee table, much to Nico's protest. The son of Hades was stripped of his shirt and pushed down on the table. "Hold still, di Angelo!"
Nico gave a frown, but finally stilled to let Travis pour the liquor. It was still cool, even though it had been out a while and the son of Hades gave a soft little gasp at the feel of the cold liquid over his warm (and very sensitive) stomach. His eyes fluttered closed and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from letting out any other sounds. Of course, even that didn't help when Percy announced that anyone that wasn't him was not allowed to suck at Nico's stomach.
Damn him, Nico thought. Percy knew very well how sensitive the son of Hades' stomach was and now Nico was convinced that the older demigod had agreed to body shots just to get his now-legal boyfriend worked up. Damn him to the depths of Tartarus and back.
And certainly, by the downright devious smirk over Percy's lips, the son of Poseidon was intending to get his very hot younger boyfriend worked up. Percy knelt next to Nico, that gods-forsaken smirk pasted over his lips as he leaned over the son of Hades. Nico decided then that he was totally going to make Percy pay for this.
"Would you just hurry it up?" he demanded. He could feel the liquor on his stomach, still cool against his skin and it was driving him crazy that Percy was taking so long.
"As you wish," Percy purred. Before Nico could even think of cursing the older demigod again, the son of Poseidon had his lips on his stomach, sucking up the alcohol and tongue smoothing over his skin and drawing soft whimpers from the son of Hades.
Nico's hands dropped to the edges of the coffee table as Percy continued to sweep his tongue along the younger demigod's stomach well after the liquor was gone. He squeezed his eyes shut, body arching beneath Percy's ministrations. A low moan escaped the son of Hades, quiet and long as the older demigod teased him.
"Good gods, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth giggled, prodding her friend with her foot. "Just take him to your room already!"
"Seriously!" Rachel couldn't help laughing right alongside her girlfriend, fingers tangled with the daughter of Athena's. "We don't need to see that!"
Percy finally pulled his lips from Nico's stomach, giving the son of Hades a break at last. He grinned up at the girls. "Alright, then," he replied, standing up and picking the lithe younger demigod up - bridal style, much to Nico's protest. "You all can stay or go, I don't care, but I've got a boyfriend's world to rock."
Nico caught his arms about Percy's neck. "Happy birthday to me."
Point Calculations
The Strangest Questions: 204 words - 2 points
Just a Little Reminder: 532 words - 5 points
The Simple Things: 581 words - 5 points
Driving the Sun: 402 words - 4 points
Shots: 888 words - 4 points (only counting half-points)
Total: 20 points
Title: The Strangest Questions
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Annabeth, Rachel. Annabeth/Rachel.
Warnings: Femslash, author with a weird sense of humor.
Prompt: 80 - Why?
Word Count: 204
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
"Hey, Annabeth?" Rachel murmured, laying on the grass under Thalia's pine tree next to the daughter of Athena. "There's something I've always wondered."
"What's that?" Annabeth asked, arching a pale brow. The two girls got along much better these days, since they realized mutual feelings for each other and, after a full explanation to Percy and to Athena - as well as bargaining with Apollo - Rachel and Annabeth started dating.
"Why do Athena's children have belly-buttons?" The question sounded absolutely absurd, but there was genuine curiosity behind it. "I mean, you're born from your mother's head. There's no umbilical cord. It doesn't make sense, though I do like your belly-button."
Annabeth's other eyebrow shot up at the question and, for a moment, she actually looked confused. One of the smartest demigods at Camp Half-Blood and Annabeth Chase couldn't answer a simple question from her girlfriend. "You know, I never thought about it," she replied, an amused tone in her voice. And really, what reason would Annabeth ever have to think about it? One never questioned their belly-button. "You ask the strangest questions, Rachel."
The mortal girl just gave a grin. "You love me for it."
Title: Just a Little Reminder
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Percy, implied Percy/Calypso
Warnings: Again, author's odd sense of humor.
Prompt: 36 - Smell
Word Count: 532
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
I should be asleep right now. I've got a test in my history class tomorrow that I know I'm going to fail. There's really no point in studying when there's always the possibility that the world as I know it might end soon. Luke's still out there, his army's numbers rising every day while my side's army keeps losing members. What's worse is it's not even Luke - it's Kronos in that body. Luke's gone and so are most of our chances. We're going to be flattened like Colonel Mustard and the battle at Little Buffalo.
It was Colonel Mustard, right? Or was it Custard? See? I'm totally going to fail that test.
Anyways, so here I am, sitting on the fire escape outside my bedroom. I'm fretting about what's coming, obviously - and not just the test tomorrow. I can't sleep because I'm thinking too much again. That's one thing I've always hated about my A.D.H.D. I over-think, my mind goes off on tangents and I wind up sitting back and watching my mind focus on one thing, then the next, back to the first. It's like watching two trains racing towards a head-long collision.
A soft breeze picks up and, on it, I catch the scent of the moonlace that I planted last summer. I've been taking care of it the best I can - I've never been really good at keeping things alive - and it's grown since I planted it. It's spread over the planter and, with the moon glistening down on it in the clear night, it's actually really quite beautiful.
Probably the strangest thing about moonlace is its scent; you can't really describe it with an actual smell, more like memories or ideas of some things that might be - like running hand-in-hand with someone you care about in the wet sand as the waves just touch your toes on a clear night, with no one watching except the stars and the moon, bright in the dark sky, and no sound except for the crystal-clear laughter of the one you let slip away.
It's just a small reminder of Calypso, of what I passed up when I left Ogygia. It's a small reminder that there are still things in this world to keep fighting for. I couldn't stay with Calypso, but I could still be one of her heroes - someone who kept fighting to keep the world she lives in safe. The smell of the moonlace cleared my head of the worries that were running in circles, helped to calm me. Just smelling that flower reminded me that there's still hope as long as someone's fighting.
So I crawled back into my room, leaving the window open to let in the night breeze and the scent of the moonlace. As I lay in bed, letting sleep overcome me, a few things stood out in my mind.
I'm not Colonel Custer. This is not the Battle of Little Bighorn. I'm going to keep fighting, for Calypso, for my friends, for my family. I'm going to end this war and find some way to set Calypso free.
And I'm still totally going to fail my history test.
Title: The Simple Things
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Percy, Nico. Could be Percy/Nico, if you squint, stand on your head and zoom in.
Warnings: None.
Prompt: 015. Blue.
Word Count: 581
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
Percy Jackson was a guy with simple tastes; he liked his Coca-Cola straight out of the can, he liked his macaroni drowning in cheese and his liked his Jello blue and bubbly. Whenever he got the chance, he dipped into his allowance, ran across the street to the convenience store and bought himself a package of blue raspberry Jello and a bottle of Mountain Dew - the Voltage flavor. Blue with blue, man. Never mess with the blue.
Percy knew that he could trace his obsession with blue food to his mother and her cooking quirks, but Sally tended to draw the line at making caffeinated blue raspberry Jello. Her son was hyper enough as it was; he didn't need the caffeine from Mountain Dew making it worse. She made him regular jello, sometimes adding sparkling water to it to get the bubble effect, but for Percy, it wasn't quite the same. So he made it on his own, before he headed out to school, but after his mother went to work. He'd add the soda before he left the apartment and, when he got home, it would be ready to eat.
He was actually just about to dig into the batch he'd made that morning when Nico appeared in his living room. The son of Hades looked tired and was covered in dirt. Ever since the battle of Olympus ended, there would be occasions when the younger demigod would come over to Percy's place for a few hours to shower, wash his clothes and generally hang out. It looked for a moment that Nico was just going to head straight for the bathroom to shower as usual after the son of Hades gave his usual greeting.
Then one dark eyebrow shot up, disappearing underneath the younger demigod's unruly black fringe. "What is that?"
Percy mirrored Nico's expression. "What, you've never had Jello before? Have you been living in a cave all your life?"
Nico stared at Percy, eyes dark and lips pursed in thought. "You know I don't remember anything before the casino."
"So you've just been living in a cave for the past few years." Percy scooped out a clump of the gelatin dessert, a quiet schloorp coming out of the bowl before he dropped the Jello into a smaller serving bowl. He pushed the bowl across the counter that separated the kitchen from the bowl. "Here, try some."
Nico stared at the bowl now, wrinkling his nose. "It jiggles."
"It's Jello."
"Is it really edible?"
Percy rolled his eyes at his younger cousin. "Just try it. I make it with Mountain Dew, so it's got caffeine and tickles the tongue."
Nico moved over to the counter and picked up the bowl, accepting the spoon that Percy offered him. While Percy got a second bowl and served himself, Nico poked at his Jello for a few moments before he actually took a spoonful and put it in his mouth. The son of Hades gave the dessert a moment to sit on his tongue before wrinkling his nose again, this time with a soft twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"It does tickle."
Percy shot the younger demigod a grin. "Told you."
Later, after showering and borrowing some of Percy's clothes while his own were in the wash, Nico asked for more of the son of Poseidon's tongue-tickling blue Jello and Percy knew he had converted the younger demigod.
Title: Driving the Sun
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Percy, Apollo, Apollo/Percy
Warnings: Slash, implied adult situations.
Prompt: 031. Sunrise.
Word Count: 402
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
Percy Jackson had always wanted a Maserati. There was something amazing about the model that made the son of Poseidon wish that he had the money to get his hands on a gorgeous, sleek sports car. Maybe it was some in-borne desire that came with being male or simply the idea of getting a thrill out of speeding down the highway, top down and wind tousling his hair as he let go of all his worries, driving forward and never once looking back. Percy always imagined that owning an incredible car like a Maserati would be better than anything in the world.
And maybe he didn't own this ride, but driving the sun chariot, in Maserati form, with Apollo cranking up the tunes in the passenger seat was -
"Better than sex?" Apollo suggested, as though he were reading Percy's mind. A chuckle escaped the sun god. He had to shout to be heard over the music - classic rock, the perfect accompaniment to a morning drive as the son of Poseidon led the sunrise. "Not quite, Percy, but let me tell you, it's up there. Why do you think this is my favorite ride?"
"This is incredible!" Percy didn't care that he was driving through the sky, right up there is Zeus' face; he was in the sun chariot and Zeus would not send a bolt of lightning at him while Apollo was sitting in the seat next to him. He had the sun god's permission to drive this beautiful vehicle and, actually, 'incredible' didn't even come close to what this was.
Exhilarating, mind-blowing, extraordinary. Last time, Percy had been a mere passenger, while Thalia drove. Last time, the sun chariot had been a bus. With just Apollo and himself, Percy could truly appreciate the awe of the chariot. Driving it himself was the most thrilling thing the son of Poseidon had ever done.
"Oh, I think I can come up with something a little more thrilling," Apollo purred into Percy's ear, leaning over to set the chariot on auto-pilot (because he was awesome and could have a Maserati/chariot with auto-pilot, damn it). He then pulled a barely-protesting demigod over to him, kissing and nipping and sucking on the son of Poseidon's neck, hot fingers already working at unfastening the teen's pants.
And that's how Percy Jackson really got that incredible sunburn in the middle of December.
Title: Shots
Rating: PG-13, maaaybe light R
Characters/Pairings: Ensemble, established Annabeth/Rachel and Percy/Nico
Warnings: Slash, femslash, some underage drinking.
Prompt: 091. Birthday.
Word Count: 888
Notes: Somewhat connected to The Strangest Questions and The Simple Things.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rick Riordan, not me.
Things had gotten out of hand really quickly. What was meant to simply celebrate Nico's eighteenth birthday privately between their friends became a handful when Travis and Connor brought a couple bottles of liquor to Percy's apartment. Nico was the only one who wasn't of drinking age, but with just the group that was there, there wasn't much argument over letting the son of Hades have a few drinks. Percy pulled out the shot glasses he'd been collecting - he rarely used them, since he only drank occasionally - and Travis poured out the alcohol, with Connor passing the drinks around.
It was supposed to just be the six friends, drinking and hanging out, but then the alcohol set in and Rachel, of all of them, stood up and proclaimed it was time for body shots. The unexpected proposal from the Oracle host was quickly seconded by her girlfriend and then promptly thirded by both Travis and Connor. Percy agreed to it and Nico, not wanting to be left out, gave a shrug. The group around the son of Hades cheered and Percy's coffee table was quickly cleared off.
Annabeth was volunteered to be the first body. The daughter of Athena wrinkled her nose, but went with it, pulling her shirt off to various catcalls and wolf-whistles from the Stolls and Rachel before laying on her back on the coffee table. Travis proceeded to pour a shot into the blonde's navel, causing Annabeth to shiver and giggle. Rachel shoved the son of Hermes aside as soon as the drink was poured.
"By the gods, Annabeth, I love your belly-button," the mortal girl grinned before pulling her kinky red hair back and leaning in, licking and sucking up the liquor that was threatening to spill over her girlfriend's stomach to the coffee table. She grinned, sucking at Annabeth's skin and pulling a soft, pleasured moan from the daughter of Athena. "Really love it."
Annabeth's breath was heavy as she grinned back at the other girl, both of them ignoring the whistles from Travis and Connor. She grabbed Rachel by the wrist and pulled the Oracle host in to a deep kiss, which only got two sons of Hermes whistling louder. The red-head broke the kiss and tugged Annabeth from the table, dragging the daughter of Athena to the couch.
"Nico's turn!" Travis proclaimed. He went over to the youngest demigod in the room and started shoving him towards the coffee table, much to Nico's protest. The son of Hades was stripped of his shirt and pushed down on the table. "Hold still, di Angelo!"
Nico gave a frown, but finally stilled to let Travis pour the liquor. It was still cool, even though it had been out a while and the son of Hades gave a soft little gasp at the feel of the cold liquid over his warm (and very sensitive) stomach. His eyes fluttered closed and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from letting out any other sounds. Of course, even that didn't help when Percy announced that anyone that wasn't him was not allowed to suck at Nico's stomach.
Damn him, Nico thought. Percy knew very well how sensitive the son of Hades' stomach was and now Nico was convinced that the older demigod had agreed to body shots just to get his now-legal boyfriend worked up. Damn him to the depths of Tartarus and back.
And certainly, by the downright devious smirk over Percy's lips, the son of Poseidon was intending to get his very hot younger boyfriend worked up. Percy knelt next to Nico, that gods-forsaken smirk pasted over his lips as he leaned over the son of Hades. Nico decided then that he was totally going to make Percy pay for this.
"Would you just hurry it up?" he demanded. He could feel the liquor on his stomach, still cool against his skin and it was driving him crazy that Percy was taking so long.
"As you wish," Percy purred. Before Nico could even think of cursing the older demigod again, the son of Poseidon had his lips on his stomach, sucking up the alcohol and tongue smoothing over his skin and drawing soft whimpers from the son of Hades.
Nico's hands dropped to the edges of the coffee table as Percy continued to sweep his tongue along the younger demigod's stomach well after the liquor was gone. He squeezed his eyes shut, body arching beneath Percy's ministrations. A low moan escaped the son of Hades, quiet and long as the older demigod teased him.
"Good gods, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth giggled, prodding her friend with her foot. "Just take him to your room already!"
"Seriously!" Rachel couldn't help laughing right alongside her girlfriend, fingers tangled with the daughter of Athena's. "We don't need to see that!"
Percy finally pulled his lips from Nico's stomach, giving the son of Hades a break at last. He grinned up at the girls. "Alright, then," he replied, standing up and picking the lithe younger demigod up - bridal style, much to Nico's protest. "You all can stay or go, I don't care, but I've got a boyfriend's world to rock."
Nico caught his arms about Percy's neck. "Happy birthday to me."