To Be A Demigod Napping In The Sun With Your Bf🤲

first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...

10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds

Update!

Oii, como vai? Finalmente consegui escrever alguma coisa. Por enquanto apenas vão sair as versões em inglês até que ambas as versões estejam no mesmo capítulo. Fiquei esse mês afastada porque surgiu uma surpresa. Consegui comprar meu primeiro apartamento! Então, está difícil para mim apenas me concentrar em escrever quando tenho que pensar em mil coisas ao mesmo tempo. A boa notícia é que vamos continuar com nossa história. Eu não prometo trazer atualizações toda a semana, mas prometo passar aqui de vez em quando. Você sempre pode me mandar uma ask ou uma mensagem. Sei que eu sumo de vez em quando, mas sempre dou uma olhada nas notificações. Assim, se você ficar com saudade, é só falar comigo. Estou pensando em oferecer uma mentoria criativa. Alguém tem interesse?

Enfim, a versão em inglês vai continuar a vir semanalmente e a em português vai ficar em pausa por algumas semanas. Logo voltaremos a nosso cronograma normal. Até logo e obrigada pela compreensão.

Hi, how are you? I finally got around to writing something. For now, only the English versions will be published until both versions are in the same chapter. I've been away for a month because I gotta a surprise. I managed to buy my first apartment! So it's hard for me to concentrate on only writing when I have to think about a thousand things at once. The good news is that we will continue with our story. I don't promise to bring you updates every week, but I do promise to stop by from time to time. You can always send me an ask or a message. I know I disappear from time to time, but I always check the notifications. So if you miss me, just let me know and send me an ask. I'm thinking of offering creative mentoring. Anyone interested?

Anyway, the English version will continue to come and the Portuguese version will be on hiatus for a few weeks. We'll get back to our normal schedule soon. See you later and thanks for understanding.

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER XXI

Hi, guys. How are you doing? I had a bit of a burnout this week, but a promise is a promise. If I don't show up next week, it's because I'm sick and completely drained. I hope you like it.

CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV / CHAPTER XV / CHAPTER XVI / CHAPTER XVII / CHAPTER XVIII / CHAPTER XIX / CHAPTER XX

“I love you too.”

Percy continued to hold Nico against his chest and only moved when he was sure that Nico would no longer hate him. He leaned back against the couch and brought Nico with him, touching him gently

For a moment, in the silence of the living room, where all he could hear was Nico's heavy breathing slowing down, Percy thought that things between them would return to their normal and that Nico would finally be satisfied. Imagine his surprise when he felt Nico moving on his lap in a very specific way, rubbing against him, making him lose his breath when he felt small hands touch between his legs over his pants, a touch so gentle that it made him gasp, the sweet torture reminding him of his erection.

“Do you want to…?” He heard Nico say, the uncertainty in his voice clear, although that didn't stop Nico. Because, right after, he felt Nico's hands continue to explore the area, sliding up and down,  drawing a tortured moan from him.

“You don't have to.” He mumbled, or thought he had. In those moments it was hard to tell what was real and what was a creation of his mind.

“I know you're... trying to treat me with respect, but... is that necessary? Wasn't it because of sex that we... fell apart?”

The insinuation was clear, and with each passing day Percy saw how much the unspoken words made the distance between them grow.

“Do you think that's why I like you?”

“Well... you always say I'm pretty.” Nico said in a lower voice, as if he expected not to be heard. It was at that moment when Nico hesitated that Percy remembered to take his eyes off what Nico was doing between his legs and pay attention to what Nico was saying. What caught his attention was the blank expression on Nico's face, the distracted way he touched him, like Nico was trying to hide something behind the mask of indifference. “Isn't that why you looked for other people when I was right in front of you? For thinking I was... pure?”

“Nico. That doesn't make sense! I wouldn't do that again.” When would he have time to do that? Between his depression and the mountain of work and studying?

“Wouldn't you?” Nico then raised his head and looked at him, without any kind of judgment in his voice, but that still made Percy feel very judged. — “What I have to do so you don't ignore me?”

“I'm not ignoring you!” Like, he didn't think he was. Right? Didn't they spend all day together? How could Percy ignore someone who was right next to him?

“When was the last time you did something you wanted?”

“I... we went to that party last week?”

“Percy.” Now Nico looked like he was about to cry. “When was the last time you did something no one asked you to do? You say I'm not interested in things? You're not either. And now, you don't even want sex.”

“It's not your fault. It's not because you came back.”

“I'm starting to see that. But that doesn't make me any less guilty.”

"What do you want me to do? Everything I do is a mistake! It's better to keep things this way. If I do what people expect of me, I won't make mistakes." 

"Percy!" Nico's scream echoed through the room, making him open his eyes wide.

With a dry throat, Percy watched Nico get up from his lap and kneel between his legs. With tears in his eyes, Nico rested his hands on Percy’s thighs and put his face in his lap, ready to start begging. "No one is asking you to be perfect!" 

"I have to be!" 

"I should have never come back! If I'm going to see you like this, it would have been better to go somewhere else. It would have hurt less. You can say whatever you want, It's my fault you're acting like this again." 

"How could this be your fault?" 

"I made you remember the past." 

Nico was right about that. Percy was thinking about his childhood more often than usual. He had worked to get rid of it, and now that his memories were flooding back, it was hard to tell the difference between the person he used to be and the person he was now.

“Please,” Nico finally begged in the most miserable voice he had ever heard. “I don’t want you to hold yourself back because of me. I know you care about me, and I care about you. I just… I want to live these things with you. I want to wake up every day next to you, and I want to be with you every day, and I want you to have all the things you want, and I want… I want, um… you know… I don’t mind if you’re… not so kind in bed. I like it… really. I mean, you were never a saint, maybe a little vindictive, and also--”

“I’m glad you think that of me.” Percy said, and smiled sincerely for the first time in days, interrupting Nico. The boy wanted him to be honest and do what he wanted, didn’t he? “That’s not fair. And where does that leave you?”

“Me? I'll stay by your side.” Nico said and smiled back at him, still with his head on his lap, rubbing his face against him like a kitten. “I'd rather see you acting like the worst person in the world than see you turning into an empty shell.”

“Nico.” Percy leaned forward and grabbed Nico by the back of his neck, making him lift his head. “I don't want to take advantage of you. I feel like that's going to happen if we keep going like this.”

“What are you waiting for, then?”

“Nico!”

“There's nothing either of us can do. The damage is already done. Now, you have to take responsibility for what you did.”

“And what would that be?”

“You can start by taking me to the bedroom and taking off my clothes.”

“I'm not sure.”

“But I am.” Nico pouted cutely, and Percy found himself smiling again, watching Nico stretch toward him still kneeling and kiss him sweetly. “I can wait.”

When Nico spoke like that... so convincingly, Percy could almost see the reason behind it all. Although he didn't really understand. Who would want to be treated like Nico had been and still ask to continue suffering alongside someone like him? Percy would try one more time. If Nico had knelt at his feet and put his head in his lap like a pet, Percy could also try to be a good owner.

***

Honestly? Percy hadn't thought it would be so easy to surrender after so long fighting these urges. It was a magnificent sight to watch Nico get up from the floor. His pants still open, his hair messy and his lips swollen. Nico offered him his hand and Percy didn't hesitate, as he had promised, he went upstairs to their room. He sat on the edge of the bed and took off Nico's clothes. First, the skull t-shirt, then he pulled Nico's pants down, taking his underwear with him, his All-Stars and socks too, and finally allowed himself a moment to appreciate Nico's beauty. 

In the end, what his baby had said was true. The first thing that had caught his attention in Nico was his natural beauty. Long eyelashes, deep black eyes, full mouth, soft skin, rounded hips, long legs, the sweetest voice even when angry and, above all, that well-behaved boyish appearance, always obeying what he was told. There were exceptions, of course, moments like these, where Nico would beg and be demanding, but not like Percy would. Never.

"What about now? How that leave us?" It was a rhetorical question, and they both knew it. Percy smiled and Nico moved closer, placing himself between his legs, holding onto his shoulders.

"Do you want to see something?" Nico asked, cheerful.

"It depends. Is it a surprise?" 

"You could say that." 

Nico smiled and ran towards the closet, coming back with a golden box with a lid on top.

"Did you buy it for me?" 

"No, it's for me." Still smiling, Nico said and took off the lid revealing a nice collection of toys, only these toys were for adults. Three dildos of different sizes, a vibrating ball, handcuffs, nipple clamps and even a paddle. And lots of lube, at least three large tubes.

"Are you sure you haven't been having fun with someone?" He couldn't even blame Nico if that was the case.

"I don't want anyone else touching me but you. This is all your fault! Here I am, offering myself and saying that you can do whatever you want with me, and you having a crisis of conscience? I never thought something like this would happen.”

“Hey! I'm not that bad!”

“Right now, you’re not.”

“That's why I wanted to take it slow.”

“Sorry. I guess I've changed too. But if I knew, I would never have run away. At least, you didn't do the same thing I did.”

Yeah, Percy could imagine. Where would he run away to? To his father's house? To look at the face of his stepmother who hated him or deal with his stepbrother who stalked him when his mother wasn't looking? No way.

“I needed some time. I want to make sure that something like this won't happen again.”

“I know. I was safe in Verona. Hades isn't brave enough to face my nona. If she knew everything today, Hades wouldn't have a penny.”

“Why didn't you tell her?”

“It doesn't matter. She already spoils me too much.” But Nico said this with a smile on his face, seeming to remember happier times. “We don't have to do anything today. Or tomorrow. I want you to know that I'm here and that you don't need to feel guilty, because I've never blamed you for anything. Okay?”

Nico took the box from his hands and placed it on the bed, then sat on his lap, kissing Percy once more. And maybe... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let himself go a little bit.

***

So… Percy found that he really liked that toy box Nico had put together. Especially the vibrating ball. It was the size of his thumb and was fluorescent pink, with a long string and a button in the middle. Really interesting. And since Nico had bought all those things, it would be a waste not to use them.

He grabbed the handcuffs, the lube and the ball, and well, there they were. Nico lying against the pillows, on his back on the bed and his hands tied above his head to the bed frame, while he was between Nico's legs, fully clothed. It was kind of funny. Percy had pressed the button on the ball and it had started vibrating immediately, making him laugh and say "You asked for it" and before Nico could complain, Percy brought the madly vibrating toy to Nico's legs, following the same path with his mouth. It seemed that Nico didn't know what to do, whether to laugh because of the vibration or to moan, bite marks, teeth brushing against his skin and lsucking lips in places that had never been marked before.

"What now? Should I stop?" Percy said in the most innocent voice, moving the ball up between Nico's legs, stopping at his groin before reaching the really sensitive parts.

"No! Please!"

"What do I get if I keep going?"

"Anything!"

"I don't know... it seems too generic."

"Um-- I... I suck you? Or..."

"Or?"

"Whatever you want."

"Really?"

"Hmhm." Nico sighed and gasped, because Percy was tired of playing.

He brought the little ball down and pressed it against Nico's member, and like in a magic trick, it had magically gone from semi-erect to hard so quickly that it must have hurt. Percy slid the vibrator along the base of the member and slowly moved up, reaching the tip and lingering there, pressing in small circles on the reddish head.

Percy couldn't believe his eyes, he pressed just a little more and suddenly, Nico was screaming, the small member throbbed in his hand and expelled faster than Percy could react. He removed the vibrator from Nico's member and watched Nico shake all over, breathing as if he had run a marathon. But he wanted more, Nico reacted so strongly to the vibrations that Percy wanted to see how long Nico could hold out.

He turned the toy back on, feeling it vibrate in his hand for a few moments and waited until Nico was not about to have an asthma attack, and slowly, like nothing was happening, placed the little ball on Nico's skin again, near his hip, going down his long legs. 

All Nico did was gasp in surprise, still shaking, he didn't say anything or even move in protest, he just looked at Percy, his gaze half lost and half ecstatic, trusting Percy and allowing himself to feel, as if that was all he wanted to do. So Percy, like the gentleman he was, continued with his exploration. He went back up with the vibrator and reached Nico's groin once more, this time passing straight past his member and touching his testicles, watching Nico open his lips in a silent moan, his body shaking without his control. To Percy the whole experience seemed painful, the way Nico contracted and arched, the high-pitched moans, if it weren't for the expression of complete pleasure on Nico's face, he would think that... no... it was better not to think about it.

Percy concentrated on what he was doing and finally brought the vibrator lower, finding Nico's entrance, who let out a little moan so delicious that Percy wanted to make things even more interesting. But, no, that was enough. Then, he rubbed the ball around the entrance until it went in, disappearing inside Nico. Maybe he had overdone it, Nico opened his eyes wide and writhed, whimpering and panting, seeming like he had never done this before, and when Nico did nothing to stop him, Percy kept on exploring. He pulled the vibrator out by the string and pressed it back in, playing with the entrance, doing this so many times that the skin began to swell, like when you kissed someone for a long time and this was the result.

"Please!" Nico begged, twitching on the bed, back arched and head thrown back, looking like he was about to cum once again. And who was Percy to deny his sweet baby.

He pressed the ball in once more, making Nico shudder and this time, he pushed it in harder, inserting his fingers along with it, moving the vibrator around. Nico went crazy, he began to beg nonstop and held on to the bed frame, his toes curling. It was a magical moment for Percy. With two fingers, he took the ball a little deeper and pressed it into that little spot they both knew well. The reaction was immediate. Nico screamed at the top of his lungs and Percy was amazed. He had never seen Nico cum so fast and hard, making Nico's orgasm hit his chest.

"Good boy. So obedient." He said as he pulled the ball by the string, finally bringing it out. Nico fell onto the bed and sobbed, still finishing his orgasm with a strange expression caught between agony and ecstasy. Maybe he really had overdone it. Well, Percy would leave that up to Nico to decide, since he himself didn't know whether to run away, disgusted with himself, or try not to think about his erection at seeing Nico completely under his control like this.

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NÃO HÁ LUGAR COMO O LAR - PERCY/NICO AU COLEGIAL - CAPÍTULO VI

Oii, como vai? As coisas começam a ficar mais interessantes aqui. Não vou dar spoiler, mas... gostei muito desse capítulo.

Boa leitura!^^

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III / CAPÍTULO IV / CAPÍTULO V

CAPÍTULO VI

Nico sentia que estava fazendo algo de muito errado, como se estivesse manchando a imagem que Percy tinha dele. Mas eles já tinham se tocado daquela forma, dormido na mesma cama pelados e agora andavam pelos corredores de mãos dadas como os namorados que ele dizia que eles não eram, então, qual seria o problema se… se ele mostrasse o quanto Percy era importante para ele, principalmente se fosse pela forma que Percy cuidou dele na noite passada? Nico só queria retribuir o gesto. Assim, como quem não quer nada, ele disse:

— Per, preciso ir no banheiro.

Sem esperar, Nico ignorou o sinal da segunda aula e puxou Percy pelas mãos, o guiando em direção ao banheiro na área das quadras de esportes, banheiro esse que nessa hora do dia estaria deserto. Percy apenas inclinou a cabeça, todo confuso e o seguiu sem questionar, enquanto que Nico tentava agir normalmente para não estragar a surpresa, achando que era inocência demais até para ele, mas, sinceramente? Ele queria que Percy visse como era legal ser encurralado contra a parede e sem qualquer aviso.

Nico não deu muito tempo para Percy pensar. Assim que entraram no banheiro, guiou Percy para um dos cubículos, fechou a porta e colocou as mãos nos ombros de Percy, o empurrando para trás até que Percy bateu as costas na parede. Nico não conseguia acreditar como aquilo era divertido ver os olhos de Percy se arregalando e sua respiração se tornando mais apressada, sendo que ele ainda nem tinha começado. 

E por que perder mais tempo? Olhando nos olhos de Percy, deixou que suas mãos deslizassem para baixo enquanto se ajoelhava entre as pernas de Percy, colocou o rosto sobre a virilha de Percy e massageou lugar sobre a calça jeans, deixando que sua boca se aproximasse, beijando o tecido que já tinha um bom volume perceptível.

Ele olhou para cima e sorriu, porém Percy não sorria de volta. Não, ele estava todo tenso, ombros retos, mandíbula trincada, respiração rápida e mãos em forma de punho ao lado do corpo. Isso costumava acontecer no passado também quando ele fingia que não via e que não sabia o que estava acontecendo; esse era Percy excitado e tentando esconder, tentando tanto ser o garoto honrado e bonzinho que todos pensavam que ele era. Quer dizer, Percy era o melhor, a questão era a libido alta que Nico não estava disposto a lidar naquela época.

Bem, agora as coisas tinham mudado, ou melhor, evoluído. O que ele podia dizer? Admitia que era lento para fazer as coisas que pessoas da idade dele já eram experientes. Quando ele tinha se visto sozinho e arrependido de cada decisão que envolvia sexo, principalmente por não ter lidado bem com Percy e... e beijos, já era tarde. Do outro lado do mundo e depois que o choque tinha passado, sentiu tanta falta de Percy que tinha pensado em voltar imediatamente e dizer que estava errado, implorando por perdão. No fim, sua família achou melhor que eles ficassem um tempo por lá. 

Isso já não importava, ele preferia se concentrar no presente, na forma que Percy tentava se controlar, todo tenso e angustiado, querendo tocá-lo, mas como Percy tinha prometido, o amigo não iria forçá-lo. No fundo, Percy tinha razão; ele dizia uma coisa e fazia o contrário. Talvez ele só estivesse ajoelhado entre as pernas de Percy porque Percy disse que não faria isso novamente, e Nico queria testar o quanto Percy estava comprometido. Nico enfim levou as mãos para o botão das calças de Percy e o abriu, prestes a descer o zíper quando Percy segurou suas mãos.

— O que você está fazendo? — Percy praticamente o acusava e ele praticamente ria da cara de Percy, se sentindo vingado por aquela manhã na escada e com sua irmã.

— Você não quer?

— Você disse que queria ir devagar.

— Isso não é devagar pra você?

— Nico! — Percy chiou entre os dentes, mantendo a voz baixa. — Eu estou tentando e você não está ajudando.

— Eu só queria te recompensar, você me tratou tão bem noite passada… 

Enquanto ele piscava os cílios da forma mais inocente que conseguia, falando todo doce e baixinho, viu o momento em que Percy desmoronou contra a parede, sua expressão num misto de frustração e angústia tão intenso que Nico não aguentou, ele encostou o queixo na perna de Percy e riu, gargalhando, deixando que sua risada ecoasse pelo banheiro vazio.

— Eu sabia que você ia se vingar de mim.

— Só um pouquinho. — Nico disse entre risadas. — Mas a oferta ainda está de pé.

— Está? — Percy murmurou, agora mais calmo e contido, levando uma das mãos aos cabelos de Nico, os acariciando suavemente. E Nico gostava muito disso, da voz e do toque firme e confiante, como Percy se certificou do que estava acontecendo com ele antes de deixar sua libido tomar conta. Era por isso que Percy merecia uma recompensa.

Ele enfim baixou o zíper e deslizou os dedos para dentro da cueca de Percy até achar pele quente e o membro ereto, o puxando para fora, admirando o tamanho e largura. Ele sabia que isso ia soar clichê, mas… mas era grande e longo, pesado, cheio de veias saltadas e molhado na pontinha de forma que o fazia querer lambê-lo até que estivesse molhado novamente.

— Você não precisa. — Nico ouviu num sussurro ao mesmo tempo que as mãos de Percy vieram para sua nuca e couro cabeludo com mais vontade, a voz de Percy perto demais, o fazendo ver que Percy tinha se inclinado sobre ele, e que agora ele o puxava levemente pelo cabelo, o forçando a encará-lo antes de beijar seus lábios todo doce e suave, como se tentasse seduzi-lo: — Você não precisa. Nunca. Se você não quiser.

— Eu quero. — Se tinha uma coisa que ele tinha aprendido é que gostava disso, era a única coisa que tinha gostado antes da noite passada. Mas ele não falaria isso para Percy, tinha medo de ver a reação dele. Era mais fácil agir e deixar que as coisas acontecessem.

Então, tomando coragem e ainda observando a reação de Percy, ele segurou na base e levou os lábios a cabeçona, lambendo feito um sorvete para logo em seguida selar os lábios em volta e chupar, devagar e lento, se certificando que seus dentes estariam fora do caminho, fez uma leve pressão com os lábios e deslizou um pouco para baixo, bobeando a cabeça ainda mais devagar e enfim ouviu o primeiro gemido vir de Percy, estremecendo quando Percy puxou seus cabelos com força, o forçando a se afastar do membro.

— Quem te ensinou isso?

— Eu tive um namorado, sabe?

— Você disse que vocês não fizeram sexo. E isso é sexo.

— É?

— Se tem alguém tendo prazer ou gozando é sexo.

— Hmm. — Ele murmurou, lambendo os lábios. Percy ficava mais atraente ainda quando ficava todo… intenso.

Nico não devia pensar nessas coisas, sabia que não devia. Não era culpa dele se Percy continuava o segurando pelos cabelos como ele pertencesse a Percy ou se Percy continuava o encarando com aquele fogo no olhar, feito um animal enjaulado que queria vingança. Ele achava que precisava de ajuda psicológica, mas enquanto isso não acontecia Nico podia se divertir, não?

— Você vai foder a minha boca?

— O-oquê?

— Quem sabe você quer--

— Não diga mais nada! — Percy rugiu, frustrado, se aproximando mais de seu rosto. — Você quer me matar? O que eu fiz para merecer isso?

— Per.

— Onde meu garoto inocente e tímido foi parar, hm?

— Ele ficou solitário e decidiu arranjar companhia. Mas essa companhia não foi muito boa.

Percy choramingou, frustrado, parecendo se agarrar aos últimos fios do controle que tinha e o beijou de novo, dessa vez com língua e tudo, o mantendo preso pelos cabelos. Mas aquilo não era mais suficiente, ele queria… queria chupar Percy até que sentisse gozo descer por sua garganta, e foi o que fez, quando Percy enfim o deixou respirar, ele abriu bem a boca, molhou os lábios e os deslizou pela extensão do membro de Percy, ouvindo um longo gemido e uma pancada em algum lugar perto deles; Nico abriu os olhos para ver o que tinha acontecido, era Percy que tinha socado a parede atrás dele e tinha os olhos bem fechados e lábios mordidos que prendiam seus gemidos. Sim, ele conseguia sentir Percy pulsar em sua língua, parecendo se alongar ainda mais. Foi nesse momento em que Nico suspirou e relaxou o rosto, permitindo que aqueles últimos centímetros alcançassem o fundo de sua garganta.

Ele admitia que tinha engasgado indo com muita sede ao pote. Tudo valeu a pena quando Percy jogou a cabeça para trás e voltou a agarrar em seus cabelos, guiando e movendo sua cabeça. Foi lindo, foi mágico, ver o instante em que Percy o agarrou com força e quando ele menos esperava, sua boca estava sendo movida naquele membro gordo, de novo e de novo, sentindo as bolas de Percy baterem em seu queixo, enquanto ele apenas ficou ali, com as mãos no próprio colo, observando a cena se desenrolar e… ah… deixando que Percy controlasse seu corpo, encurralado contra a parede ao lado da privada. Ele nem mesmo percebeu quando Percy tinha gozado, se viu engolindo ao redor de Percy, devagar e sem pressa, fungando e flutuando, ouvindo Percy grunhir para de repente ser levantado pelos cabelos e depois pela cintura, Percy limpando seu rosto e o rodeando em seus braços, o tocando em todos os lugares que pudesse alcançar.

— Nico, bebê? — Então, ele mesmo estava gemendo quando Percy abriu suas calças e encontrou umidade ali. — Você gozou?

Ele… ele achava que tinha. Era algo que talvez tenha acontecido uma ou duas vezes antes… mas isso não importava. Ele flutuava e Percy o segurava para que ele não fosse muito longe enquanto lábios desciam contra os seus mais uma vez, e de novo e de novo, até que… ele não sabia… até que seus pés tocassem o chão novamente.

***

— Tudo bem?

Agora eles estavam fora do banheiro, andando em direção ao refeitório depois de jogar uma água no rosto e de uma bala de hortelã. Ele não se orgulhava, mas tinham gastado muito tempo entre acordar, conversar com Bianca, dirigir até o colégio e... ir ao banheiro. Sua garganta ainda estava seca e seus lábios inchados, seus joelhos doíam e uma sensação fantasma permanecia em seu couro cabeludo onde Percy tinha puxado. Contudo, ele não conseguia controlar aquela sensaçãozinha no fundo de seu ser, contente e satisfeita, pela forma que ao invés de Percy estar segurando em sua mão, ele agarrava em sua cintura, todo possessivo, encarando qualquer um que dirigisse um olhar para ele que durasse mais do que três segundos. Nico também tinha sentido falta disso. E isso o fazia uma pessoa terrível.

— Nico.

— Hm? — Ele respondeu quando Percy parou no meio do corredor, tocando em seu rosto e o fazendo encará-lo.

— Eu sinto muito. Não queria que aquilo acontecesse. Isso não tem que mudar nada entre nós.

Então era isso. Percy realmente tinha medo de que ele fosse correr para a Itália como tinha acontecido antes.

— Per, eu quis.

Para provar que tudo estava bem, ele ficou na ponta dos pés, abraçou o pescoço de Percy e juntou seus lábios, deixando que seus olhos se fechassem por um momento. Percy imediatamente o abraçou pela cintura e o beijou de volta, todo intenso, mordiscando seus lábios e juntando suas línguas, roubando seu ar.

Ele ouviu um pigarro e um assobio, e não se importou, era tarde demais para se preocupar com o que as pessoas iriam dizer. No momento ele precisava acalmar Percy e mostrar que estava tudo bem. Então, descolou seus lábios e continuou no meio dos braços de Percy, levando suas mãos para os cabelos do amigo, tentando consolá-lo.

— Relaxa, tudo bem? Eu estava curtindo o momento.

— Curtindo? — Percy repetiu, franzindo as sobrancelhas, talvez o apertando com mais força.

— Eu gostei. — Ele deu de ombros, tentando não rir, enquanto o vinco no rosto de Percy se aprofundava. — Qual o problema nisso?

— Se você gosta tanto assim, não precisava ter ido para tão longe.

Nico quase revirou os olhos, sabia o quanto Percy podia ser ciumento e ele sabia o quanto ele próprio podia ser ciumento de volta. Sempre tinha sido assim, o motivo que realmente o assustou e o forçou a fugir, mostrando a ele sentimentos que não conseguia lidar. Ele sabia exatamente o que aconteceria se ele voltasse e ali estava a prova, a possessividade em pessoa. Sabia que não devia, mas também tinha sentido falta disso.

— Per. — Foi tudo o que ele disse por alguns momentos e Percy abaixou ligeiramente a cabeça, parecendo se dar conta do que fazia. — Estou aqui agora, não estou? Eu prometo que é tudo o que aprendi na Itália.

Era uma mentira, é claro. Mesmo que ele tecnicamente ainda fosse virgem.

— É? — Isso foi o suficiente para que Percy perdesse a expressão assassina e seu rosto se suavizasse num olhar doce, embora um pouco desconfiado.

Um beijinho veio em seguida, um roçar de lábios suave e molhado, mãos deslizando em sua nuca num afagar afetuoso.

— Prometo que isso não vai se repetir.

— Não prometa o que você não pode cumprir. — Ele disse quando enfim as borboletas em seu estômago se acalmaram e completou: — Não me importo se voltar a acontecer.

— Desculpa. — Percy disse em seu tom usual, parecendo voltar ao normal. 

Percy deu de ombros e enfim deu um passo para trás, olhando para Nico todo sorridente, apenas para levantar uma das mãos e ajeitar os cabelos de Nico, as mãos Percy deslizando para o pescoço de Nico, e só então Nico percebeu que Percy estava massageando o lado de seu pescoço, porque a área latejava levemente.

— Chupão?

Outra coisa que não o surpreendia. Quer dizer, como ele pôde não ver? Não era a primeira vez que isso tinha acontecido.

— Você é um cachorro? — Resmungou sem realmente se importar, o resto de seu corpo não estava muito melhor. E como ele poderia ter o direito de reclamar quando podia ver um chupão na parte alta do peito de Percy onde a camisa não escondia a pele?

— Desculpa. — Percy disse mais uma vez, seu sorriso se alargando. 

É, parece que nada tinha mudado. 

— Você quer comer?

Por que não? Ele deixou que Percy voltasse a segurar em sua cintura e ambos caminharam em direção a cantina. Percy fez o pedido para eles, um suco, um milkshake e um pedaço de torta. Bianca teria se revoltado instantaneamente se visse como Percy nem o tinha deixado falar, como se ele não tivesse a capacidade para tal. A verdade é que ele mal teria percebido esse comportamento se seu ex não tivesse feito o mesmo com ele, meses atrás. Ele tinha se ofendido na época, finalmente começando a entender o problema, vendo o que seus antigos amigos diziam. E agora, observando Percy pegar o pedido e trazer para a mesa em que eles estavam... ainda era difícil se importar com isso quando se tratava de Percy. 

Aparentemente, uma cegueira o abatia quando ele via aqueles olhos verdes e sorriso feliz.

— Não está com fome? Quer outra coisa?

— Não, obrigado.

Ele deu a primeira garfada e se sentiu tão feliz em sentir o mesmo gosto, mesmo que sua felicidade tivesse outro motivo. Por que essa felicidade era tão intensa só porque Percy fazia isso por ele?

— Coma devagar.

— Sim, papai. Vou comer direitinho.

Percy não parecia nenhum pouco impressionado pela piada. Ele fez uma careta e pegou o guardanapo, limpando o canto da boca de Nico, dizendo: — Por favor.

E Nico? Ele apenas sorriu e continuou comendo contente, feliz por saber que nada tinha mudado; o cuidado e preocupação ainda evidentes, só que agora o sexo tinha se tornado parte do relacionamento deles, enfim completando o que faltava.

— Obrigado. — Nico disse sem pensar, observando Percy jogar fora o guardanapo. — Eu nunca disse quanto sou agradecido.

— Não quero sua gratidão. — Percy, então o encarou, fazendo força para não ficar todo sério e estragar o clima feliz. Mas ele não podia enganar a Nico.

— Eu sei. Queria que você soubesse.

— Então?

— Isso entre a gente não tem nada a ver com gratidão.

Nico queria falar mais, queria dizer que nunca quis magoá-lo e que nunca mais iria abandoná-lo. Ao contrário disso, Nico segurou na mão de Percy e sorriu para ele. Imediatamente, o ambiente ao redor voltou a ficar leve e o mundo ao redor deles parou de girar, no meio daquele caos todo criando um lugarzinho apenas para os dois.

***

— Exatamente quem eu estava procurando!

Nico piscou rapidamente, desviando de seu olhar, e parecendo surpreso pela interrupção.

Percy suspirou. Quem mais podia ser? Grover e Luke, é claro. Para Percy não fazia diferença quem tinha os atrapalhado, tudo o que ele sabia é que se arrependia de ter amigos como os dele. Mas ele se negou a deixar que Nico se afastasse; mantendo a mão de Nico sobre a dele, se virou para os amigos:

— O que vocês querem? — Ouvindo Nico rindo dele, segurou em sua mão com mais firmeza ainda, e só não reclamou porque Nico momentos depois encostou a cabeça em seu ombro, doce, meigo e inocente, seus olhos negros irradiando felicidade.

— Onde você estava? Perdeu um teste. — Luke disse.

— Você vai no treino? — Grover completou. Ambos tinham sorrisos estranhos no rosto.

— O que foi?

— Parece que mosquitos morderam vocês. Noite dura?

Percy apenas suspirou, ele estava cansado demais para as piadinhas deles.

— Percy, cara! Você desapareceu! Você não atende mais o celular?

— Tanto faz.

— Ohhhh é um daqueles dias. — Luke disse, acenando, fingindo estar pensando sobre algo sério.

— Não, é um daqueles “dia do bebê”. Você não se lembra?

— Nãao! Perigo, perigo! É melhor a gente não se aproximar.

Luke pegou no braço de Grover e juntos eles deram três passos para trás, ainda de frente para eles, como se não quisessem dar as costas para um animal selvagem.

— Vocês são inacreditáveis. — Percy murmurou, tentando não deixar que as memórias o lembrassem porque esses momentos eram chamados de “dia do bebê”.

— A gente só queria saber como você estava! —  Grover gritou já se afastando. — É bom te ver de novo, Nico.

Luke concordou e acenou sorrindo, ainda arrastando Grover para longe.

— Dia do bebê? O que isso significa? — Nico disse quando enfim eles desapareceram do outro lado do refeitório, o encarando com uma expressão curiosa.

— Não é nada.

— Nada? — Nico insistiu. — Isso tem a ver com os dias que a gente ficava em casa sem ver ninguém?

— Talvez.

Parte das vezes isso tinha a ver com a depressão que Nico tentava esconder, mas em outras, calmas e felizes, tinha a ver com ele querer a atenção de Nico toda para ele.

— Que fofo. Vocês até têm um nome para isso. — A voz de Nico era brincalhona, então Percy achou que era seguro colocar a mão no ombro de Nico e puxá-lo para mais perto.

— Não foi ideia minha.

— Eu sei. É engraçado.

— O que é engraçado?

— Todo mundo menos eu via o que estava acontecendo.

— Quando você fala assim parece que eu te enganei. — Percy disse, tirando do peito o que estava engasgado há anos.

— Não foi exatamente assim. No fundo eu sabia.

— Você não estava pronto.

— Eu não estava. — Nico disse num tom de finalidade ainda com a cabeça encostada em seu ombro, o que significava que ele não queria falar sobre isso. Não que eles precisassem, pois era óbvio. Sabia que Nico apenas falava essas coisas para tranquilizá-lo. A verdade é que Nico tinha se mostrado ser muito mais forte e independente que ele mesmo, e que se Nico dizia todas essas coisas era para que ele se sentisse melhor, Percy até conseguia imaginar o que mais Nico tinha percebido e se essas coisas tinham sido o motivo dele precisar atravessar o oceano para se sentir seguro.

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Então, o que acharam? Interessante?

Estava pensando em mudar as atualizações para uma vez na semana com capítulos mais ou menos com 5 mil palavras. Assim, gostaria de saber da sua opinião!

Ainda teremos um capítulo curto na sexta e no fim de semana vou decidir. Então, votem. Seu apoio e presença são sempre bem-vindos.^^

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SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter VIII e Chapter IX

Hi, how are you? Yes, I'm back. I know you're getting tired of me, but as I had a few chapters ready I decided to share them with you in advance. We'll probably have new chapters on Wednesday, because I'm trying to finish the new chapter of “There's nothing like home” (although it's going to take me a while to post it here, I still need to finish writing and revising it), but it'll come.

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy today's chapter. And if you can give feedback on the story, I'd love to hear from you, really, without judgment. This story isn't complete yet, so any suggestions or notes would be very beneficial.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V / Chapter VI e Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Nico opened his eyes and sat up on the blankets, realizing that he wasn't in his single bed. There were no windows facing a huge tree, his computer wasn't in the corner of the room, and there weren't any loud voices reverberating through the house early in the morning. No, no way, that wasn't his room. Well, this one, painted in soft shades of gray and with a double-sized bed, wasn't his, and much less this calm that made him feel so peaceful and calm.

He… what had he done…? It was so confusing…

Oh! Now he remembered. Percy and his soft voice. A bowl of soup and another question that finally made sense. Yes, last night he had waited for Percy and fallen asleep without wanting to, even though Nico had sworn he would wait for the children to fall asleep so he could leave. Instead, he had a serious conversation with the man who didn't seem to take anything seriously, but who in fact hid his seriousness behind very well-disguised smiles.

Like, he knew that now. However, that hadn't been the case the day before when he'd followed Percy up the stairs and into the empty guest room. He barely remembered getting into the shower, that had been another thing he hadn't expected of himself. He felt like he should have done more than nod and obey. 

In the end, Nico couldn't help it, Percy had spoken to him so gently and affectionately that Nico found himself nodding. Vaguely, he remembered taking off his clothes once inside the suite Percy had shown him to, stepping into the bathroom and a while later hearing two soft knocks on the door. After that, Nico didn't know how the rest of the night had gone. He knew that at some point Percy had... gods! Was that right? He'd shown up naked and wet in front of his boss? While the man was handing him clean clothes? Nico couldn't even remember their reactions. It was all so hazy it was like Nico had been drinking himself into a stupor.

Thinking about it, it was better that he didn't remember any of it. Nico wasn't sure if it had really happened or if it had been a dream, especially the part where Percy looked at him from head to toe like he was going to attack at any moment, but since he didn't feel anything unusual, no pain or marks, then... then if he ignored what might or might not have happened, it was as if nothing had happened, right? So, wearing the same clothes he had slept in, he walked down the hallway and down the stairs, going straight to the kitchen where he found something strange and sweetly domestic; Percy Jackson wore a red apron and dark colored sweatpants as he walked barefoot across the cold kitchen floor,  plating four dishes. Bacon, eggs, and sausages. There was coffee and juice on the table. Jam, bread, croissants, and cake. A small improvised feast.

"I thought you didn't know how to cook.”

Nico didn't know why he had said that. Maybe it was because it all seemed like a dream, where he had a happy family that welcomed him on a nice, sunny Saturday morning and a... husband...? Wow... Nico was starting to think his fantasies were a little rushed. Or maybe his brain wasn't ready to wake up so early on a Saturday, much less was it prepared for this happy scene. Usually his family didn't eat together; his father was the first to wake up, getting up early, and his mother prepared the food. As people woke up, each one served themselves and went about their day without talking to anyone else. So, this... this wasn't at all what he expected.

"That's nothing! Everyone knows how to make an egg." Percy said excitedly, almost humming as he finished putting the sausages on everyone's plates. "Come on, sit with us.”

“I shouldn’t,” he muttered. Nico really shouldn’t. Percy made him feel like he was part of the family, and that was dangerous. Most of the time, Nico barely felt like he was part of his own family.

"Come on, I insist." Percy looked at him with that bright smile and he felt uncomfortable, for some reason it made a lump appear in his throat.

Nico lowered his head and thought about running upstairs, still remembering the night before, when he heard a chair scrape across the kitchen floor and a small hand touch his. To his surprise, he found Alice smiling as much or more than Percy himself, gently pulling him by the hand, guiding him to the chair next to where Percy sat. She didn't say anything else, just went back to her own place and continued eating calmly, the two children and the adult man acting like this was something normal to them.

"Did I miss something?" Nico muttered once more. He picked up the cup of coffee that was in front of his plate and almost groaned, now ready to wake up. It was the best coffee he had ever tasted.

"Dad's postdoc was accepted! And Mom is coming home today. We have to celebrate!”

"Yes, yes! Mom promised we would go out today! Everyone together!" Logan finished for his sister, almost jumping in the high chair.

Nico smiled at them, still with the cup against his lips, and looked at Percy, tempted to ask what had happened last night, noticing how his smile had diminished a fraction. The children might not have noticed, but he had seen several of his smiles and could see it clearly. Which was pretty crazy, he had known him for less than forty hours and already knew what those smiles meant? Nico must have been very tired, delirious, due to this mountain of emotions that this strangely affectionate and at the same time, fragmented family, made him feel. Yeah, it must have all been his imagination.

“That's very good." He said after a while, when he realized they were waiting for an answer. "I'll finally be able to meet her.”

"That you will." It was Percy's turn to mutter darkly.

“Should I worry?" He said it unintentionally, just as a joke, and of course, even the children understood it because they let out little giggles between bites of scrambled eggs.

"You're damn right." Nico heard that and turned to Percy trying to figure out if he was serious. And when he found out that was the case, well… Percy distracted him as always. His clear eyes, his mouth curved in a smile and his handsome face made him forget what he had asked.

The good thing about all this is that Percy had shrugged, as if he didn't have any problems in the world, and said:

"Don't worry, dear. I'll protect you." Right after he winked at him.

And as always, even though he felt himself blushing, Nico pretended that nothing had happened. He drank the rest of the coffee in his cup while the children laughed happily. Now, whether they laughed with him or at him was another question.

Chapter IX

“No, seriously now,” Percy told him, his tone changing to something more neutral. “Annabeth can be a little demanding. Don’t take anything she says seriously, and don’t do anything she asks.”

"Um… okay? I guess?" He said, shrugging.

Nico had already realized how things worked around here. The children were happy with every bit of attention, Annabeth Chase was the absent wife and Percy was the provider of the house, something quite simple in his opinion. So, he didn't see any reason for so much drama.

He looked at the plate seeing that two pieces of toast had magically appeared on it and looked back at Percy.

"I guess I'll go then.”

“You usually eat more in the morning,” Percy said, ignoring him, and pushed the plate closer to Nico.

"Me? No, I don't.”

"But you could. And what are you running from? She doesn't bite. At most Annabeth might say a few not-so-kind words.”

“Really, I've been away from home for too long. I need to--”

“Nonsense.”

Percy didn't understand. He felt something strange... something that was going up his back and stopping halfway down his throat, something that hadn't happened in months. Nico needed to get up and move, needed to bring back any sense of normalcy he could find, because staying here, in that friendly and calm environment, was far from what Nico was used to. He had to--

Nico dragged his chair back, unable to hold it any longer, and Percy stood up with him, holding him loosely by the arm, nothing that really held him in place, but for some reason that gentle gesture made him gasp, made him even more anxious, impatient, as though his skin wanted to escape from his body along with his lungs. He tried to do what his psychiatrist suggested and stopped in the middle of the next movement, in the exact place where Percy was holding him, less than a step away from the chair where he had previously sat; did he want to escape? Yes, but curiosity won, keeping him trapped in that kitchen to find out what Percy's next motive would be.

Percy handed him the container with the food from the day before and Nico held it in his hands, feeling a little confused. That is, until he saw that on top of it there was a note and a hundred dollar bill. He turned the jar in his hand and read the message that said: “Thanks for the food” only to turn to Percy and for the first time look him straight in the eye, without hesitation. Percy made him feel guilty. Vulnerable. Important. It was like Nico was cheating on the boyfriend who should have been waiting for him all night. And he didn't even have the guts to tell him; he hadn't even remembered during all this time that Will could have been worried. His mother too. And his sisters?

"What is this?" Nico asked even though he didn't care, feeling a little out of it. Airy. Light.

"What do you think it is?”

"I can't accept it.”

“You will. I don’t accept refunds.” Percy smiled at him. Percy… Percy was actually smiling again. A smile so beautiful that this time Nico knew he was being teased or mocked. No, Percy Jackson was flirting with him.

"W-what?”

"You bought us food and then made more food. It's the least I can do to repay you.”

"Sir, I can't--”

Nico shook his head. It was all wrong. Everything!

“Actually, where did you buy that food? It must have been expensive.”

That was when Nico closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He counted to five very slowly and opened them again, just like the doctor had taught him. Maybe he shouldn't have stopped taking his medication. And as discreetly as he could, he moved his hands that were starting to shake and crossed them behind his back so they wouldn't notice. If he could just leave, maybe everything would be okay. Nico hated this. Why was he so nervous if Percy was just asking about the restaurant? It was no big deal. So what if the man wanted to give him money? These situations shouldn't do this to Nico. If he remembered that he was in control, everything would be okay. That's it. He was in control. He--

"Nico? Are you okay?" He felt Percy's hands on his shoulders and let out a breath, not even realizing he had stopped breathing.

"I'm sorry. I have to go.”

"You're not even going to tell me where you bought the food?”

"I… went… went to a restaurant… that sells homemade lunch boxes… in the city center.”

"Do you need a ride?”

He waved, accepting the ride, but didn't move; Nico wasn't even breathing, trying to act normal. He felt paralyzed, as if someone had chained him up and thrown him into the depths of the sea. He felt himself getting heavy and his vision was starting to get blurry, preventing him from seeing anything in front of him. He... he...

"Nico, pay attention to me. Can you hear me? Breathe with me.”

He took a deep breath and let it out, this time feeling the weight in his chest ease.

“Again.”

Nico took another deep breath and then his head fell forward, so light and empty that he found himself collapsing, feeling so good that the world finally made sense again. However, he didn't end up on the floor or face down on the table as he expected, no, now that things were back to normal he noticed that something firm and stable was holding him upright, giving him exactly what he needed. It was... it was Percy's chest breathing next to his, guiding his breathing, it was his head resting on the man's shoulder and it was the large hands that caressed his back over his shirt. Nico couldn't deny it, he felt warm once again, like a breath of air that brought heat, allowing his blood to warm up again and circulate through his body.

“Daddy, is he going to be okay?” Nico heard Logan ask, his childish voice sounding scared.

"Shhh… don’t worry.”

Now, who Percy was saying this to, he didn't know. The good news was that Nico didn't feel uncomfortable around them and that, in fact, their voices full of affection and care were like a balm to his lonely soul.

***

“Do you feel better?” Percy asked in a low, hoarse whisper.

They were still standing. Percy's arms were wrapped around his waist and Nico felt the world slowly spin as he leaned against his boss's broad shoulders, his head resting against his neck, and even from this awkward angle Nico could feel Percy's worry radiating around them.

Nico couldn't help but notice, Percy was looking at him very closely and touching his face so carefully, his features so worried, that Nico just let himself be carried away by the feeling that warmed his chest and allowed him to breathe a little easier. He watched as Percy kept trying to make him react, calling his name and touching his neck, keeping him safe in his arms. It was then that Percy finally made a decision, and only when Percy was sure that Nico wouldn't faint, he picked him up and didn't wait any longer; the man held his legs, lifting them off the floor and then supported his back so that he wouldn't slip away from his arms. 

In this way, they moved through the house, Nico seeing the white marble floor and the stairs behind him, and Percy going with him through a long hallway. They passed the windows that let the midday sun enter the hallway and then into the room that Percy was carrying him into.

The world spun for a moment, the sun softening as they entered the room, allowing Nico to close his eyes and the sway of Percy's footsteps to lull him gently. Then Percy lowered himself and sat with him on the bed, making him lean against a soft surface and sigh, feeling Percy support him against his broad chest.

“Hm,” Nico remembered muttering back. He always felt a little spacey and high the moment the seizures went away, but in the best way possible. He owed him an explanation, right? Yeah, he did.

"Do you need anything? Water? Pain medicine?”

Nico could barely hear Percy's voice, the low, whispered timbre always distracted him. Percy used such a soft, gentle tone that it seemed to caress his soul, so husky and velvety, so softly at the foot of his ear that if they weren't so close to each other, Nico wouldn't hear anything. And his eyes, they were so beautiful, all intense and fixed on him. Hmm... yes, Percy was still holding him and he had his arms around the man's neck. Should Nico do that? Hmm... he didn't know, he just understood that his chest was resting against his shoulder and that Percy's hands were holding his head, keeping him comfortable.

He blinked slowly and stared into Percy's now serious eyes. So steady. They gave him so much confidence that Nico knew he was safe. Ah, maybe he shouldn't be so comfortable, at times like these his body kind of... acted without his consent.

"I… I'm fine. I'm sorry. I… I have--

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Percy told him, as serious as ever, looking uninterested. Or maybe Percy was just shocked. It was understandable.

“I do.” When Percy just nodded, he continued, “When I was eight, I had a panic attack and was diagnosed with GAD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I’m always anxious, but I can usually control it without it interfering with my work. It’s been years since that happened. I… I’m so sorry. Routine and feeling stable helps. I’m really sorry. I know I should have told you.”

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault.”

"No, it’s not that. I recently came off the meds. The doctor told me I would be able to control it. It’s just that…”

"What is it?" Percy told him softly.

“I've been more nervous than usual. It's just... well... the change in routine…”

He said it was a change of routine, but they both knew it was more than that.

“I see,” Percy said again. “I’m sorry if I caused this. It won’t happen again.”

It probably meant he wouldn't lose his job, right? Because Percy paid really well.

It was Nico's turn to nod. He looked down at Percy's hand that was now on his shoulder and the other one that was resting on his knee. For some reason, at that moment he didn't feel nervous. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Nico was numb, feeling so good that any guilt or discomfort about being in this situation had dissipated. Or maybe he trusted him, because Percy was showing him that this trust could be placed in him.

Nico continued to stare at Percy's hand and then a blond head entered his field of vision. It was Logan, he was crying, his big green eyes puffy while Alice just watched attentively and quietly, both trying to smile at him. Nico smiled back and then everything seemed to get lighter, almost making him close his eyes.

"Okay, you can rest now. Do you have your cell phone? I'll let your family know.”

“Oh,” he muttered. It was true. Nico hadn’t told them. Looking up and finding himself smiling at Percy, Nico thanked him. “It’s in my bag.”

Before Percy could say anything, Nico finally let his eyes close. He felt Percy tucking him back into the pillows and heard footsteps leaving the room, but it was okay; in less than a few seconds everything went black and sleep took him away.

Until next time!

character sheet for Percy in my percico college AU!

(as always, feel free to ask me any questions about this AU :) I will chat and maybe throw in a drawing)

edit: [Nico's sheet]

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XX and Chapter XXI

Hi, we're back! I've had a bit of time and decided to move things along. I hope you like it.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V / Chapter VI e Chapter VII / Chapter VIII e Chapter IX / Chapter X, Chapter XI, Chapter XII e Chapter XIII / Chapter XIV / Chapter XV / Chapter XVI e Chapter XVII / Chapter XVIII and Chapter XIX

Chapter XX

“I’m leaving,” Nico muttered weakly before leaving the house.

He took one last look at his father's figure sitting on the couch, ignoring him while reading the newspaper, and opened the door. Nico didn't even wait for a greeting in return, knowing he wouldn't get one. Not that he cared, he had come there to get some books and a change of clothes, and if that was the way Hades was going to continue to treat him... it was better that way, because things were only going to get worse. After that lunch with Percy, or rather, after he decided to ignoreWill's calls, the vow of silence had begun. However, it was only when the gifts, money and unwanted appearances started to appear that things became truly uncomfortable. That is, gifts from Percy andWill, both competing to see who was the best.

Yes, it seemed that was how things would be. If he didn’t stay too long inside that house, he wouldn’t have to see them and that way, everything would be fine. And if he didn’t stay at home, Maria wouldn’t have to take sides and Hazel wouldn’t have to fight with Hades, but… but it was all right. Jason and Thalia were helping him, the siblings had a spare room and they didn’t demand anything from Nico. Yes, it was the best thing to do, he kept telling himself; in the end, everything would be fine. The good news was that Nico had left plenty of clothes at their house and he wouldn’t have to go back for a few days.

"Nico!" Nico's soul nearly jumped out of his body at the shrill scream. Hazel came running down the stairs toward him, her face distressed and angry, determined as ever.

"Where have you been all week! We've been so worried.”

She was a true angel. Nico let Hazel's short arms wrap tightly around his waist and returned the gesture, barely realizing how much he missed her.

"I'm not welcome here." Nico confessed.

"That’s not true! Mom and Bianca miss you. EvenThanatos asked about you.”

"It's better this way." He said, "You don't have to fight over me.”

"No, I refuse. You're not leaving!”

"Honey, I have to work.”

Nico looked at her and smiled, even though he was crying a little. He missed Hazel so much that he almost gave in to the temptation to stay. He missed his mother too, and the nights watching movies with his brothers.”

"Why, right now? What changed that made you abandon me?" Hazel pouted cutely and tears fell from her golden eyes. The worst part was that she was right.

For the first time in his life, Nico had accepted someone's help and gone to the psychiatrist that Percy had recommended, as well as the psychologist, both community doctors. The truth is that the doctors he had seen before had not been a good experience, but Nico had talked a lot with them, learning that moving away from what was hurting him was essential, even if it was slow, and having a support network was even more important. He had also decided that he would no longer lie and that he would face his problems head on, and he would never, ever again be ashamed or feel guilty for thinking of himself first.

"I'm going to a psychiatrist. She prescribed me a weaker sedative and advised me to seek a healthier environment.”

“Oh,” she murmured. “I understand. I’m… I’m happy for you.” But now she was crying for real, silent tears streaming down her dark face. “You’ll come back to visit, won’t you?”

"I'm not leaving. I just need some distance. When you need me, just call me and I'll come running.”

"Do you promise?”

"I promise." Nico said to her and hugged her tightly.

"Can I go with you?”

"Where?”

"Work, of course." She said as if it were obvious.

And you know what? He shrugged, Percy probably wouldn't mind.

Nico took Hazel's hand and guided her to the bus stop.

***

Nico rang the bell and held Hazel's hand, counting the seconds. The door opened quickly and, as usual, it was Percy who came to greet him, always with a big smile and an affectionate hug.

Of course, it hadn't always been like this, the important thing was that in the last few days a simple "hello" had turned into something more, something that required physical contact and was as easy as breathing. He just wanted things to stop there. You know when you think it's going to rain a little and instead a flood destroys your house? That was exactly how Nico felt, all the presents, tight hugs and soft smiles weren't good for his heart. Or the money that had mysteriously appeared in his bank account, so many zeros that Nico didn't even know how to count them and that seemed to increase every day he looked at it.

"You know you don't have to rin-- Hazel! What are you doing here?" Percy said, opening the door completely and allowing them access to the entrance chamber. Percy crossed his arms and made a face, but Nico knew it was a joke, because soon after Percy bent down and hugged Hazel, ruffling her hair.

"She came with me today, I hope that's okay.”

"Yeah, no problem." Percy said and turned to him.

Holding his shoulders, Percy looked him straight in the eyes and then moved them from his feet to his head, and only then hugged him tightly, tighter and longer than would be appropriate.

"You look much better. The kids will love to see you." Percy said in the middle of the hug, his voice whispered against his earlobe.

Nico could only nod, the words he was about to say disappearing without being pronounced, like, why he found so much money in his account when he went to get money to buy a book and why so many gifts. He just wanted to understand what was going on between them. Or what could still happen. What really made him understand how screwed he was was finding himself surrounded by Percy's arms, realizing how much he had missed him this past week, the week he had asked for time off. It was the only way to get his life together and try to build something to motivate him to continue.

One of Percy's hands held him by the back of the neck and the other came to rest on the small of his back, making him feel welcome and safe. When Percy finally let go, Hazel and Percy had identical smiles on their faces, which made him deeply uncomfortable, as if they knew something Nico didn't.

"Come on, the kids are already at the table." Percy told him.

Percy touched his hand hesitantly, as if expecting to be rejected, but when Nico did nothing to stop him, Percy gently guided him as he stroked his fingers. However, Nico didn't have time to enjoy the feeling of Percy's touch on his skin, because there was the Jackson family; Alice sitting next to Logan,Annabeth at the farthest point from everyone while Percy sat in the center, with him and Hazel seating them next to him and across from the children. The funny thing was that instead of asking the cook or the housekeeper to get more dishes, Percy himself stood up.

"There's always room for one more in this house." Percy placed the cutlery, plates and glasses as the housekeeper had taught them and straightened his spine. Percy puffed out his chest and cocked his head in a comical gesture, looking really proud of his work.

"So, what brings your sister here?”

"I--” Of course Nico didn't get the chance to finish.

"I had to ambush Nico in the morning!" Hazel practically slammed her hands on the table, exactly like Hades would do, all irritated and offended.

“Oh, really?” Was all Percy said, his easy smile seeming to calm her.

"Nico… Nico hadn’t been home for over a week! I was so worried! No one knew where he had gone, not Mom, Hades, Bianca. Not even Lou and Cecil! It was like he had disappeared off the map!”

"Hmm, and how did that happen?”

But this time, Percy wasn’t asking Hazel that question. No, he was looking at Nico as he lifted the wine glass to his lips. One corner of his mouth lifted and he leaned back against the back of his chair, looking Nico over once more from head to toe.

"Could this have anything to do with some recent changes? I wonder what it could be…" Percy said again, in that mix of joking and mocking that only he could do.

“Okay,” Nico said, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. “I went to the psychiatrist, okay? She referred me to a psychologist too.”

"I'm glad." Percy said then, contentedly. The smile that reached his eyes said much more. “Did you like it?”

“Like isn’t the word I’d use,” Nico found himself saying, feeling his face heat up, that urge to hide stronger than his sense of pride. “It’s helping. I guess I needed to hear certain things, from a neutral perspective, you know?”

“I know!” What surprised him wasn’t that someone agreed with him, but that it was Logan who had said it. Alice nodded, seeming to flinch when the attention turned to them. “Dad put us in therapy after you had your panic attack. It’s so cool! He listens to me and jokes with me, just like you do, Nico!”

He smiled at Logan and Alice, but for some reason he felt like crying. Nico didn't cry, of course, it would be too much drama for such an early morning, he just looked at Percy suspiciously.

Percy shrugged.

"My parents never worried about that kind of thing. I wanted to make sure that… everything was as it should be." Percy muttered, a strange, self-deprecating smile forming.

Nico was so proud! To show his approval, he held Percy's hand and smiled at him. Percy didn't know how much trouble he was saving himself with this. Percy only did this because the children must have been traumatized, but it showed that Percy cared about their well-being, not just their physical well-being, but their mental well-being as well. The problem was that Percy turned his hand against his and intertwined their fingers, making him feel that warm feeling in his heart, and maybe somewhere else too. When that happened, he tended to forget everything else.

It was at that moment that Nico heard a throat clearing.

Sofia pushed her chair back and stood up, knocking it over as she went. She crossed her arms and approached them, circling behind each one sitting at the table, as if she was about to attack.

"Who gave you permission to do this to my children? Is this how you raise them? And letting just anyone come into my house?”

If he didn't know whoAnnabeth was or what the purpose behind those words was, Nico would be offended. Hazel, who didn't know what was happening, didn't have the same reaction. She stood up and, just as aggressively asAnnabeth, lifted her chin, taking a step towards her.

Fortunately, Nico acted faster. He grabbed her arm and sent her a look, which was enough for Hazel to sit back down, not at all happy with the situation.

"Is this house still yours?" Surprised, Nico heard Logan say once more. "If you don’t live here, is it still yours?”

Percy frowned andAnnabeth paled. If Nico hadn't been paying so much attention he would have missed the momentAnnabeth gasped and took a step back in shock. Percy was too focused on Logan, Alice was looking down in sadness, and Hazel had looked away in a huff. He could only watch asAnnabeth took another step back and another, disappearing up the stairs without a word.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring Hazel there.

Chapter XXI

Even though the morning was full of drama, the rest of the day passed peacefully; after Percy talked to Logan, Nico took the children to school with Hazel and then they returned, Nico showing his sister the house, quickly passing by Percy's room, a gigantic place with a double bed, a suite with a bathroom and, in the corner of the room, a spacious table with chairs, a printer and everything Percy could possibly need. They said "hi" to Percy and soon Nico pulled Hazel by the hand when she started to talk, Percy in the middle of documents spread out on the table, laughing at their attitude.

When they finally returned to the living room, Nico was able to sit down and pick up his books. But Hazel? She wasn't satisfied with that. No, she walked around the room, looked out the window that overlooked the garden and the pool, and went to the bookshelf that took up an entire wall and began to read the titles.

That was already getting on his nerves.

"Hazel, what are you doing? Looking for evidence for Hades?”

"What, no… but… is that all?”

She came towards him and sat on the sofa by his side, still curious.

"What were you thinking?”

"You and Percy seem so close…”

"Hazel!”

"I'm just saying. So, you just study? All afternoon?”

"Sometimes Percy comes over and we watch a movie. Or we get something to eat.”

"Really? Not even a little kiss? Maybe a--”

"You can stop right there. If you came here for that--”

"No! I missed you. You still haven't said where you're living.”

"And I won't. I don't want to take my problems elsewhere. They're already helping me, I can't get them into this mess.”

"Is this part of your therapy too?" She asked, pouting.

"Yes. I have to learn to say no, or the same thing will happen no matter where I go.”

"What? People coming to your new house?”

"No, people abusing me. Even if they don't know what they're doing.”

"Oh." Hazel murmured, looking at her hands. "Do I do that? I never--”

"It's not your fault. If I don't tell you how I feel, how can you know? The responsibility for building healthy relationships must come from both parties.”

"Does it start with “no”?”

"Start by defining what I am willing to accept and what I should never allow.”

"Oh." She said, but this time, Hazel understood. She smiled and hugged him tightly. "I hope I'm one of those healthy relationships.”

"Of course you are, I'll always want you in my life. The question is: do you want to study with me until it's time to pick up the kids or do you want me to take you home?”

"I think I've caused enough trouble. I'll go alone.”

"Are you sure? Do you have the money for the bus?”

"Yes, Hades always gives me money to spare. Don't worry.”

That was when Nico realized how differently they were treated. Hades had never given him a penny that wasn't strictly necessary, but for Hazel... only the best. He took Hazel to the door and waited for Ethan to pick her up, and only then did he let himself fall apart. He walked mechanically to his little corner in the living room and lay down in one of the long armchairs, only realizing that time had passed when someone gently touched him on the shoulder.

“I--”

He jumped and tried to sit up. However, it was Percy. The man always caught him in these situations. Percy just smiled at him and sat down next to him, Percy's hands going to his hair automatically, brushing and massaging, rocking him so gently that he calmed down after a few moments.

"You were so quiet, you didn't come to call me for lunch. Have you eaten yet?”

"No." Nico denied, relieved that he didn't have to explain.

He didn't understand where all this care was coming from or why Percy chose to treat him this way. It was clear that he wasn't the best person for Percy to invest so much time... and money in. In the last few weeks it had seemed like as soon as he breathed, Percy was offering him something or giving him "tips" that felt more like extra pay, even when he was off duty, the money showing up in his account randomly.

It’s just… that was why he was working, wasn’t it? Except it wasn’t work at all, taking care of the kids or occasionally making food when the cook was gone. Really, Percy had done so much for him, more than he could ever do for Percy; he just wished Percy wouldn’t make him feel so guilty.

Ah! Who was he kidding? Percy was all he needed. Someone who would support him, care for him, and understand him, someone Nico could trust, just like Percy had already proven. So why did all of this feel so wrong? So bad? Like he was taking advantage of the man and manipulating him, just like those girls his father criticized so much.

"Nico?" Percy called his name, and that voice that was usually soft and husky, sounded authoritative, like Nico hadn't heard in a long time.

He immediately paid attention and looked at Percy's face, who was staring at him seriously, with his jaw clenched, offering him his hand. He didn't hesitate and took it, Percy's firm grip making him feel safe and a little better.

"I'm not going to make you talk about what happened. You know you can talk to me about anything, right? It doesn't matter what it is.”

“I…”

"Am I being too intrusive? If it's about something that happened in this house, I can--”

"No!" He jumped up, facing Percy. "Nothing happened. Nothing at all!”

"Hm. I'll pretend to believe you. But if something is bothering you, I'd rather hear it from you than from other people.”

"I promise… I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

Still a little sad, Nico sniffed and wiped the tears on the sleeve of his sweater. Percy didn't ask anything else, just took his hand again and guided him once more with his firm touch. He knew that if he wanted to talk, Percy would listen; and that was enough to make the sadness dissolve a little more, enough for Nico to know that if he had lost a father, he had gained so much more in return.

***

When Nico opened his eyes, the living room was already dark, only the television and the clock lit up the room. He rubbed his eyes and checked the time, half past eight, well after working hours. He got up and left the children sleeping, heading towards the kitchen, or that was the goal. Nico had to stop halfway when he came acrossAnnabeth, she was coming down the stairs, pulling a huge and heavy suitcase, and for a moment he felt bad for the children who were being abandoned once again, without so much as a goodbye or any words of comfort.

Fortunately, Nico soon snapped out of his trance and headed towardsAnnabeth, running over to where she was, helping her down the rest of the steps.

“Thank you,” was all she said, her attention completely on the still half-open suitcase, her gaze determined to fit everything into that compact space.

"Sofia-- ma'am... aren't you say goodbye to the children?”

"Say goodbye to them?"Annabeth finally looked at him and analyzed him from head to toe. "They don't need me. They don't even want me here. Why would I say goodbye?”

It was a good question. Still, it wasn't the right thing to do.

"The children miss you.”

“I know they do.” She finally closed her suitcase and turned to him, with the same self-deprecating smile Percy had used before. “They miss something that never existed.”

"That's not true. I bet they'd love to spend a holiday with you. If you'd talk to them... Percy would be open to it, I know he would.”

"So cute, yet so innocent." She finally smiled at Nico, a sincere smile that spread across her entire face. "You're a good boy. That's why I know you'll take good care of my husband and my children. You have a gift for it. They're so happy that I won't need to go back for a long time.”

"What?" Nico asked without understanding.  “So, you…”

"It's the deal I made with Percy, I have to come back a few times a year. That's it.”

"Aren't you afraid?”

"What could I be afraid of?" She looked down at him, mocking Nico. When Percy did that, it gave him a feeling of affection, but whenAnnabeth did it, he could only feel mockery and sadness.

"For them to grow up and reject you for the rest of their lives?”

Sofia pulled on the handle of her suitcase and hesitated for a moment, then looked back at him with those piercing gray eyes.

"I meant it about the kids missing you. They were so happy when they heard you were coming… all they need is a little attention. They just need to know that their mother cares.”

"Hm." Was all she said before tossing her golden hair back and opening the door, walking out.

You know what was funny?Annabeth had spent the past two weeks watching him like a hawk, trying to find any flaws or mistakes he might make, but all she had revealed was how she and Percy could never be more than two strangers, or how the children worshipped her, like a god they could never reach. But now, listening to the sound of the car driving away, all Nico felt was sadness. These were two more children who would grow up feeling rejected and incomplete.

See you next week!

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V

Hey. Here are the chapters, three in one go! I got too lazy to do them one at a time, I hate these monetization book platforms that force me to chop up the chapters. I think I'll give up on them, they annoy me to no end. Anyway, I think the next chapters are going to be much longer.

I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter III

"It's not your fault. Come in.”

Mr. Jackson made room for Nico to enter and closed the door, then walked into the house, guiding him through the entrance chamber.

Nico tried to move through the room at the man's speed, but he had to stop for a moment. The first thing he saw was white in its purest tone, seeing that as he walked and his eyes roamed the hall, the white mixed with other lighter and more neutral tones. The walls were white too and the furniture was had an equally light color, pale snow, which contrasted with the beautiful paintings in which he would never be able to recognize their real value even if he were paid to do it, decorating those walls interspersed with large windows that went all the way to the floor in strategic points; everything was so immaculate, so clean and bright that he was afraid to take a step forward and get something dirty.

He blinked, looking around and wondering what else he would find in that place. So, with the greatest care possible, Nico stepped on the very white carpet that stretched across the entire entrance and walked as fast as he could trying to reach Mr. Jackson who was already waiting for him at the entrance to the living room.

And like everything else, the floor of that house was also made of a white granite that shone almost blindingly. Had he mentioned the large spiral staircase that led to the upper floor? It was beautiful, something out of a fairy tale. Nico could very well imagine a princess descending those bright, polished steps. He heard a cough and finally looked away from the staircase, seeing that there were two doors on the right and one on the left, and the room that he thought was a small living room opened up wider to the right, well lit by the large windows that were also there, showing the well-kept garden, more white walls, cream sofas, a coffee table and a big tv mounted on the wall.

Like an idiot, he kept walking while looking around and accidentally tripped over the end of the carpet, stopping at the beginning of the living room. Mr. Jackson, on the other hand, had walked confidently down the long hallway, waiting for him, looking more impatient with each passing minute now standing in the middle of the room.

"Come in. Please." Mr. Jackson told him as seriously as before.

For some reason Nico couldn't explain, he felt conflicted, though... though he knew it was a different kind of conflict. It was a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, as if... it might sound ridiculous, but he felt like he'd walked into a trap where if he stepped wrong he'd be devoured. He admitted it, he was attracted to a specific type of man. Tall, strong, and... determined.

Well, he didn't know if "decided" was the right word, but Nico liked to believe that. He didn't know, maybe it was all that skin on show, the way the half-naked man was standing in the middle of the room as if he had nothing to hide, the way Mr. Jackson seemed to use his height to demand... demand something from him. It was also the way those eyes that shone intensely seemed to stalk him, restrained, attentive, trying to communicate something that Nico refused to understand.

It could also be that giant, deserted place that gave him this feeling of being suffocated, as if he were tiny and the white vastness was going to swallow him in that house that seemed to be the perfect prison made of gold. Or even worse, it could be something unprecedented, something that Nico would refuse until the end out of pure moral sense; he hated this feeling that climbed up his spine and made him even more confused, because it wasn't fair, he had been irritated with the man less than ten minutes ago! And now, well... Nico couldn't hide it, it was something that came to him naturally; this sexuality that he tried to bury as much as he could and that was obvious if Nico could compare, was the similarity in the posture of this man who stared at him from head to toe so intensely that it made him uncomfortable and at the same time eager.

But everything was fine, Nico could admit that to himself. The only reason he hesitated so much was the memory of what had happened yesterday, it was exactly because he knew people like this man, authoritative and confident, as if it was obvious that others lived to fulfill his desires, that he had lost his job. Nico didn't want the same thing to happen so soon. Or for something worse to happen.

Ah, why didn't he listen to his intuition and leave when he could? I mean... no one was forcing him to be there, right? Mr. Jackson had just held the door, letting him pass and walked into the house. Maybe with his head held a little high? Maybe standing up straighter than before as if... as if he were puffing out his chest? And just maybe... just maybe he could see a sinister glint in those eyes that for some reason Nico couldn't look away from ... No, it must have been the anxiety that liked to play tricks on him.

Nico took a deep breath and did his best to convince himself, he was only making this sacrifice for the money.

He took another deep breath and let it out, taking the first step into the room. Then he took another step and stopped in front of Mr. Jackson, who stared at him for a few more seconds, his face unreadable, arms crossed in front of his chest, standing in the middle of the room with his legs apart. It was hard to keep his eyes from following the natural direction of things.

"Follow me.”

Without waiting for Nico, Mr. Jackson strode towards the sofas in the living room and sat down heavily against one of the thousands of armchairs that decorated the room, forcing Nico to follow him.

"I won’t beat around the bush. My wife travels most of the time and I take care of the kids. I’m a researcher and I don’t have time to waste. They have a routine. You’re supposed to wake them up at seven sharp, get them changed, help me with breakfast, take them to school, pick them up, help them with their homework, keep them entertained until bedtime, and bathe them at the end of the day. The rest of the time, I don’t care what you do. Whether you stay here or somewhere else is none of my business.”

"Hmm… okay?" Nico said, a little confused, irritation rising again in his nerves. "Will you be present at some point? Or should I do something else?”

"And what would that be?”

The man finally smiled at Nico, but it was so mocking and cynical that he almost got up from his chair to punch him.

"Look, I don't know what you do in other people's houses, but here you're going to do what you were hired to do. Take care of the children and clean up the mess they make. Is two hundred a day enough?”

"Two hundred?" Nico said, surprised. That was double what he expected.

"Two hundred plus transportation and lunch. You are free to eat or do whatever you want.”

Mr. Jackson gave Nico another small smile and slowly stretched as he stood up, Nico watching every movement more closely than necessary, still slightly confused and refusing to blush. The worst part was knowing that he was so obvious, unable to avoid the embarrassment.

"Don't worry. It happens to everyone. "Mr. Jackson winked at Nico and finally walked away, but not before saying: "Up the stairs, I'm in the first room on the right. The children should be woken up in twenty minutes.

Nico waved dazedly and watched the broad-shouldered silhouette of his newest boss disappear up the stairs.

Chapter IV

Nico turned on the couch, leaning back against it and placed his hand over his eyes. He blinked slowly and felt the early morning light blind him, like an arrow hitting its target. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the sun was already shining brightly throughout the room, bathing the cold, white walls with the warm rays of dawn, illuminating and warming the place that had previously seemed so devoid of life or warmth.

He blinked once more, trying to pry his eyelids apart and rubbed his eyes, his vision clearing as Nico got used to the morning light. He looked around and finally remembered where he was, leaning forward in search of his cell phone. He felt around the coffee table and his pants pockets until an image he hadn't expected to see became clear; all Nico could see were blue-green eyes, as intense as the sea on a rainy day, along with a thin nose and pretty lips, open in an even prettier smile, although he felt that this smile didn't indicate good news.

In a leap that made his heart race, Nico threw himself off the couch just as the alarm clock rang, telling him it was time to wake the children. Determined to regain control of the situation, he took a few steps back and put some distance between himself and the man who was leaning over the couch, insisting on disturbing him and who was now smiling at him, his pretty lips widening and the pleasure on his tanned face making it clear that the fun was far from over.

Still half asleep and with his face burning, feeling as if he were observing his own life through a blurred lens, Nico saw when Mr. Jackson straightened his spine and, still smiling, approached him. The man stopped in front of him, placed one of his hands on Nico's shoulders and looked at him in what seemed to be a friendly way. However, this time, Nico could see that Mr. Jackson had deigned to wear clothes and had even combed his hair, which was now thrown back, allowing him to see how handsome the man really was. With a clean-cut face, white teeth and a smirk, he looked so charming that for a moment Nico forgot where he was.

If Nico said that something had possessed him and controlled his mind, would anyone believe him? Well, that's what happened. In slow motion, he found himself raising his own hand and holding the fingers that rested on his shoulders, staring at them, half-seeing and half-disbelieving. Fingers over fingers, his palm curved over his, observing how both hands, together and of such different tones, fit so well that for a moment Nico just allowed himself to watch. He heard a throat clearing and only then turned his attention to Mr. Jackson; his green eyes, handsome face and friendly smile finally making him realize that the silence had lasted longer than usual.

That was a fact he couldn't deny, Percy Jackson could be strangely annoying and nice at the same time, but he was one of the most beautiful people Nico had ever met, even though his face had a slightly rounded shape and he was now wearing glasses, not forgetting the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

"Rough night?”

"…something like that." Nico said, unsure. With each passing moment, Nico's confusion grew, making him… uncomfortable, making him feel that little sensation crawling out of his stomach, running down his spine, causing a trail of heat and shivers, something beyond what he was willing to admit.

The truth was that Nico couldn't help it, Mr. Jackson's voice sounded so hoarse and so velvety that he couldn't suppress another shiver, Nico couldn't help the way his hands gripped his tighter. In return, Percy Jackson didn't seem to be behind. The grip on his shoulder was so strong and determined that Nico's attention went immediately to what the man was saying, making him pay attention to his mouth, to how his lips moved, to his tongue that came out and wet his slightly dry lips, Nico little by little feeling himself going crazy with every second he spent near that man; one moment, Mr. Jackson seemed like he was going to kick him out of the house and the next, they were the best of friends. Nico didn't feel comfortable with any of this, bothered by the man's sudden change. It made him insecure and uncertain of how to act.

Realizing what was happening, Nico let go of him and took another step back.

"Sir, if you could--”

"No, it's my fault. I didn't express myself properly." Mr. Jackson raised his other hand and when he saw Nico moving away again, he lowered it and continued in a much softer tone of voice, keeping his intense eyes on Nico's. "Can we start over?”

Nico felt a different kind of heat rise up his spine, he opened his mouth to call him a bipolar lunatic when he stopped in the middle of what he was going to say. Yes, Nico shut up. He shut up because Mr. Jackson kept looking at him as if Nico was the only thing worthy of attention, he shut up mainly because Mr. Jackson smiled again, a small and beautiful smile, but so sincere that it had hit him completely and with full force, making him realize that he was in more trouble than he thought.

You know what? Nico didn't know what was happening to himself or to this man, or why this sudden change in behavior. And he didn't even want to know. Should Nico leave or…

"I swear, I'm being sincere. I'm sorry about before. The last nanny she got didn't leave the best impression, you know?”

“She?”

"Annabeth Chase, my wife? The one who hired you? It doesn't matter, she did it on purpose.”

"I understand if you--”

“No, I insist,” Percy Jackson said, sounding more… firm than before. “Let’s see what happens by the end of the day. Think of it as an experiment, okay?”

And so, the matter was concluded. Mr. Jackson nodded to Nico, straightened his spine and turned, indicating the way. He strode in the direction indicated and climbed the flights of stairs, walking down a long hallway that led to the children's room.

Still a little dizzy from so many mood swings, Nico had no choice but to follow him, practically running to catch up with him. He took the stairs two at a time and, already panting, reached Mr. Jackson on the upper floor.

"I thought… that you… wouldn't be involved?”

"I wasn't serious. I'll be there whenever I can. So relax. I'm not that kind of father.”

For some reason, Nico felt that Mr. Jackson was still mocking him even though the mockery wasn't obvious. In the same way, he followed him once more into the room, being greeted by two children who were already awake. They ran to their father, laughing, and each of them held one of the man's legs, their happiness sincere and contagious, soon making him forget what had just happened.

Chapter V

Percy tried to hold back his laughter and turned his back on Nico, going up the stairs, deep down tempted to continue and see how far he could tease Nico. He liked to think he wasn't that sadistic. Most of the time he did his best to be a good father and stayed true to Annabeth's image. Like it or not, on paper, they were still married, even if Annabeth didn't make the same effort as him, and at the moment, Percy was especially trying to be a good host; it was clear that Nico was a good boy, patient and respectful when he didn't treat him the same way, but it was so easy to tease that little boy... before he knew it, they were too close, Percy having even more fun while trying to control himself and hide his amusement behind a frown.

Okay, he was the one to blame in this story, Percy admitted, he was testing the boy. Nico seemed too nice and too young to be working, it was like watching a child taking care of other children, besides the fact that he didn't know anything about the boy. It couldn't be possible, that cute and innocent little face couldn't be more than fifteen, maybe sixteen years old. He was so skinny that Percy was afraid that the children would accidentally break him in half when they went to play. And even though he knew he would regret it, Percy went up the rest of the stairs and opened the door, being greeted by his mischievous little angels who hugged him tightly before returning to their tasks.

"Daddy, Daddy! Where have you been? We 're late!" Little Logan shouted from his bed, putting on his shoes and already dressed. He was sweet, innocent and well-behaved, always trying to do the right thing. This also had to do with the fact that Logan hated being late.

"Kelly didn't come today?" Alice asked in a much calmer, almost distracted way, reading something on her cell phone while sprawled on the bed.

"She had to leave. Nico will stay with us today. What do you think about that?”

"Another one left?" Alice said.

“I didn’t like her at all,” Logan said. He smiled at his shoes, satisfied with a job well done, and shrugged. “She didn’t know how to play and was on the phone all day.”

"I know, dear. Hopefully, Mr. Nico will be different. Do you want to meet him?”

Obediently, the children stopped what they were doing and got up from the bed, each one stopping on either side of Percy and finally seeing the person standing behind their father. With their straight spines and curious looks, they waited patiently when Percy finally moved out of their way, allowing them to see him. And Nico, who had been leaning against the doorframe all this time and watching the interaction between him and the children, let a smile take over his face.

Percy saw Nico take a step into the room, approaching them, and continued watching from afar, as curious as they looked at Nico.

"Kids, what do we say when we meet new people?

"It's a pleasure to meet you! "Logan said excitedly, his eyes shining when they met Nico's.

"I hope you last longer than a month." It was Alice's turn to mutter. Soon after, she looked away at her cell phone and pretended nothing was happening.

Percy understood perfectly, it was Alice's way of protecting herself; she would ignore the problem until it went away or until someone solved it for her. Because, in fact, he had already lost count of how many people he had hired in the last few years.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Nico said, the tone of his voice surprising him.

Percy couldn't deny it, that tone was something much more loving and kind than Nico had used with him. This surprised him even more when, contrary to what he thought, Nico knelt down to the children's height and held their hands, smiling gently as he said: "I hope we can have fun.”

"Are you going to take me to school? The sitters always do that." Logan said.

"Are you going to help us with our homework?"Alice added.

"Yes, we will do that and much more.”

“Shouldn't you be in school? How old are you?" Alice said again, looking suspicious.

"I'm twenty. And you?”

"Eleven. My little brother is seven.”

"It's true! Daddy's twenty-nine. Mommy, thirty-one!" Logan spoke excitedly, as if in a game. Whoever spoke the fastest won.

"That's very good to know." Nico smiled and Percy couldn't help but smile along.

Percy ruffled Logan's hair and sat on the bed as he continued to watch the light and easy way Nico spoke to the children.

"Do you… study?" Alice asked.

"No, I'm saving money to pay for college.”

"Do you live in the city?" It was Logan's turn.

Percy saw Nico smile even wider, a smile so wide and angelic that he tried to hide his interest as Nico continued to answer the children without hesitation. “No, I live further inland, an hour away from the city. Yes, I have four brothers, two girls and two boys. And yes, I have a boyfriend.”

"Why so many questions?" Nico asked after a while.

"We're helping daddy!" Logan told him, sitting next to Nico on the floor with his sister.

"When we ask, people lie less." Alice nodded, confirming.

"Who has lied?”

"The last nanny. A woman of twenty-five.”

Percy felt like slapping himself and sneaking out of there just as Nico turned to him and raised an eyebrow, clearly questioning him about it. He shrugged, pretending he didn't know anything and settled back in bed, pretending with his cell phone in his hand as if he was reading something very important. Nico turned back to the children, once again paying attention to what they were saying, but... yeah... Percy could see a slight blush creeping up Nico's neck, stopping at his high cheekbones, giving Nico a slightly darker hue.

"I think that's enough for today. Who's ready to go to school?”

Surprisingly, it wasn't Percy who had said it. It had been Nico himself, already in full caretaker mode. It all felt so natural that Percy found himself following Nico's order. They both helped the children pick up their bags, books, and water bottles, each of them taking Nico's hands and pulling him toward the front door, down the stairs, and into the entrance hall.

Feeling satisfied, he handed the car keys to Nico and said, “Have fun!”

"Shouldn't you…?”

"You don't know how to drive?”

“It's not that!”

"So, it's settled. It's the black Jeep.”

Being dragged along by the kids, Nico made a funny face at Percy and he found himself following them again as the kids continued to drag Nico around the house. They went around the house, past the garden, and behind it where there was a long garden were the cars, a convertible that Percy had gotten for his eighteenth birthday and a Jeep, a four-door monster with wheels that he loved to drive, almost taller than himself.

Percy pointed out the car to Nico and, paying attention to Nico's face, felt even more satisfied. Nico stopped in place and spent a while admiring the car, his eyes wide open with such a surprised expression that it made him even cuter.

Nico shook his head and looked at him, looking overcome with fatigue.

"Come on, unlock the car." Nico did, of course. Nico pressed the button and as soon as the alarm was deactivated, Percy opened the door for him and then picked up the children, placing them in the backseat and adjusting the seat belts for them.

"Can you climb up?”

Nico waved, pushed himself forward, and fell face first into the driver's seat, all awkward. Percy had the urge to help him, but since Nico hadn't reacted well when he'd touched his shoulder earlier, Percy stopped before Nico could interpret it the wrong way.

Yeah, looks like he'd have to buy them another car. One that was... lower? That was a good idea.

Percy finally slammed the car door, waved to them and only went inside the house when Nico actually showed that he knew how to drive. Percy continued to watch the car drive away until Nico parallel park to complete the return towards the exit. It seemed that things would be more interesting than Percy thought.

I hope it was a good read. Suggestions or comments are always welcome.

ShortStory #2 – Eu sei que você quer (traição+blowjob+babá)

Oii, como vai? Então.... vou precisar dar uma parada nas postagens para descansar. A boa notica é que em fevereiro estamos de volta. Eu também escrevi um shortstory para me desculpar. Espero que vocês gostem! 18+!

“Eu sei que você quer.” Nico disse, sem nem ao menos hesitar.

De joelhos a seus pés e o encarando com os olhos mais inocentes que Percy já tinha visto, o garoto que tinha idade para ser seu filho, repousou as mãos sobre o próprio colo e umedeceu os lábios, ele abriu a boca e colocou a língua para fora, convidando Percy a se aproximar dele.

Como Percy poderia resistir, justo diante dessa visão que vinha se repetindo em seus sonhos mais sombrios, e que agora se apresentava a ele numa bandeja de ouro? Como ele poderia desviar os olhos daquela boquinha avermelhada e carnuda, do pescoço longo e elegante, e do corpo esguio que finalmente estava exatamente onde Percy mais queria? E já que Nico já estava de joelhos a sua frente, sem Percy nem ter que pedir, ainda olhando para ele com aquela enganadora expressão de inocência e timidez, Percy não perderia a oportunidade que estava sendo dada a ele.

Antes de fazer alguma besteira, Percy fechou os olhos, tentando raciocinar sobre a nevoa de luxúria que o tomava. Deuses! O que ele estava fazendo? Ou melhor, o que estava prestes a fazer? Percy nunca pensou que Nico fosse capaz de fazer algo assim, ele era seu doce e jovem babá, o garotinho que ele viu crescer, correndo por aí com as outras crianças, sempre sorrindo para ele e parando em frente à sua casa para falar com ele. Mas, agora, a imagem imaculada do garotinho de pele oliva e profundos olhos negros se transformava, e tudo o que Percy queria era tocar em Nico, era tudo o que ele queria desde que Nico começou a trabalhar para ele e sua esposa, notando como o garotinho tímido tinha se tornado um homem, bonito e alto, sempre prestativo e disponível, não importava qual fosse o momento que ele e sua esposa precisariam de seus serviços como babá.

“Por favor, senhor. Eu... eu quero... sei que a sua esposa não te toca mais. Por favor, eu posso te mostrar que sou melhor do que ela.”

Percy começava a desconfiar que Nico estava certo. Annabeth não tinha interesse em sexo, ele não tinha interesse em ter sexo com ela. O que não tornava o que estava prestes a acontecer melhor ou certo. Embora ele não precisasse se preocupar em seu pego, sua esposa só voltaria de viagem na próxima semana, provavelmente demorasse mais tempo do que isso se ele a conhecesse, e seus filhos estavam no andar de cima, há essa hora dormindo profundamente. Se eles agissem rápido e fossem silenciosos, tinha certeza que ninguém saberia.

"Você tem certeza disso?" Percy não consegui evitar e estendeu a mão, tocando no rosto de Nico, macio e aveludado, deixando que seus dedos deslizassem pelas maçãs do rosto de Nico e então tocou seus lábios, dedilhando o contorno deles que se abriram mais uma vez, a língua de Nico saindo e se encontrando com a ponta de seus dedos, os chupando sem pressa, o encarando, como se o desafiasse.

Bem, Nico não tinha usado palavras, mas o gesto era mais do que suficiente. Percy não conseguiu evitar que um suspiro escapasse de sua boca quando enfim abriu o zíper de suas calças, puxando seu membro duro para fora de sua cueca. Percy massageou o falo durante alguns momentos antes de guiá-lo em direção aos lábios que ainda o esperavam molhado e abertos, Nico arfando levemente.

No fim, deixar que Nico envolvesse seu membro com aqueles lábios macios e o chupasse por longos minutos, tinha sido uma das decisões mais fáceis de sua vida, e quando ele finalmente alcançou a garganta de Nico depois de algumas momentos, o sentindo engasgar levemente, sua segunda decisão mais fácil também veio; Percy agarrou nos cabelos de Nico e se deixou levar naquele vai e vem, observando os olhos negros de Nico lacrimejarem, fixos nele, enquanto Nico, agora com os lábios relaxados ao redor dele, engolia ao redor de Percy e tocava o próprio membro, pequeno e molhado, Percy sentindo Nico estremecer e gemer, extasiado pela cena que via.

E então, educativo, não? Brincadeiras a parte, foi interessante, fazia tempo que eu não escrevia algo assim, então, valeu apena. Espero que você tenham se divertido.

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