What A Confusing Person You Are, Duncan Wedderburn.

ShortStories - #1, #2 and #3

Hi, how are you? We have a new project! ShortStories, short stories starting at 500 words, something to keep me busy while I don't finish my other stories. I wasn't going to post them in English, but… why not? Here are the first few stories. The next story will be in the same text with the portuguese version.

There will be a new chapter on “Sitter's Love” later today.

ShortStory #1 - The payback (Cockhold+cheating)

For what seemed like the millionth time, he wriggled in his chair, trying to find a position that wasn't so uncomfortable. However, after almost two hours sitting in that wooden chair, he no longer had any hope of comfort. Will was in their bedroom, the place he and his husband shared. Well, not that night. And if Will were honest with himself, he could admit that Nico and he hadn't shared the same bed for many months.

Will was trying to be a good partner, trying to make amends for past mistakes, and that was the only reason he was in this situation. His surprise came when Nico, his husband of two years, discovered his betrayal. Or rather, informed him of it. The real surprise was knowing that Nico wanted Will to feel everything he had felt, and without a choice, Will agreed, of course. It was either that, or divorce, losing his best friend of the last twenty years.

Knowing that Nico wanted to pay him back was acceptable, but having to witness it in person was too much for him. Especially having to see a guy almost seven feet tall, holding Nico down and almost disappearing underneath him. Seeing Nico moaning like he had never moaned before was what was really unacceptable.

Will really didn't want to see it, he didn't even want to look in their direction. Although that was the deal. Will couldn't get up from that chair until Nico let him. But he couldn't help it, Nico moaned so loudly that Will had to look. And even from that distance, it was impossible not to notice the large, wet member, sliding in again and again, seeming to open Nico up even more with each movement, the small, delicate entrance now slightly swollen and pink, the legs spread wide and the spine curved, uninterrupted moans, almost grunts as the guy on top of Nico hinted that he wouldn't stop anytime soon, not until Nico begged for mercy.

Somehow, Nico still had time to mock him. For, every now and then, he would turn his head and look at Will, smiling as sweetly as ever, but moaning, as if this was the best day of his life, and say softly, “Now that you've seen how it's done, you can do it too.”

It made Will's heart leap, knowing that this wouldn't be the last time he'd see him having sex with this man in his house. Wiil loved him more than his sense of pride, and now that Nico had the power in their relationship, there was no stopping him.

And so it happened. Every weekend, Perseus came and used Nico as he pleased; he touched him, kissed him, fucked him and on one occasion, Percy put Nico over his lap and spanked him in front of him, the satisfied look on the man's face and Nico's sweet moans infuriating him a little more every minute. But if he had known that this was the beginning of the end, Will would have enjoyed his last moments, would have tried to convince Nico to stop.

From that day on, Perseus started going on dates with Nico, just the two of them, movies, dinners, romantic walks, motels.

How did he know that? The bills came in on his credit card, one bill more expensive than the next, descriptions indicating that they were traveling to neighboring towns or even plane tickets. But the times they were at home? He still heard the moans, Nico's crying, his sighs, and Perseus' laughter and grunts of pleasure. If that wasn't enough, he could hear them talking. Their future plans, what they were going to do for Nico's birthday and what clothes Nico should wear to the party Percy's mother was going to throw for him.

That was how Will had to put a stop to it, finding them on the sofa in the living room, Perseus on top of Nico, kissing him, his hands between Nico's legs, legs that were on Perseus' shoulder, three fingers moving deep inside Nico, only to see those fingers replaced by the member that Will admitted was bigger than his, entering slowly but sliding in smoothly, Nico closing his eyes and letting out another of those moans that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

There was nothing Will could do.

He left the living room and headed for his bedroom, sat at the foot of the bed and stared at the white wall next to his television, still listening to the moans, now the sounds of skin hitting skin intensifying and echoing around the apartment. All that remained was for him to call his lawyer.

Well, things happened faster than he thought they might. The following week, on a Tuesday, part of his furniture was gone along with all of Nico's things. The television that Nico loved so much, the sofa, some kitchen utensils and everything in Nico's room. He felt alone and couldn't blame anyone but himself.

ShortStory #2 - I know you want to (cheating + blowjob + babysitter)

“I know you want to.” Nico said, without even hesitating.

Kneeling at his feet and staring at him with the most innocent eyes Percy had ever seen, the boy who was old enough to be his son, rested his hands on his lap and moistened his lips, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, inviting Percy to come closer to him.

How could Percy resist, faced with this vision that had been recurring in his darkest dreams, and that was now presented to him on a golden platter? How could he look away from that plump, red mouth, the long, elegant neck and the slender body that was finally exactly where Percy wanted it most? And since Nico was already on his knees in front of him, without Percy even having to ask, still looking at him with that deceptive expression of innocence and shyness, Percy wouldn't miss the opportunity he was being given.

Before he did anything stupid, Percy closed his eyes, trying to think through the fog of lust that was overtaking him. Gods! What was he doing? Or rather, what was he about to do? Percy never thought Nico would be capable of doing something like this, he was his sweet young babysitter, the little boy he had seen growing up, running around with the other children, always smiling at him and stopping in front of his house to talk to him. But now, the immaculate image of the little boy with the olive skin and deep black eyes was transformed, and all Percy wanted was to touch Nico, it was all he had wanted since Nico had started working for him and his wife, noticing how the shy little boy had become a man, handsome and tall, always helpful and available, no matter when he and his wife needed his babysitting services.

“Please, sir. I... I want... I know your wife doesn't touch you anymore. Please, I can show you that I'm better than her.”

Percy was beginning to suspect that Nico was right. Annabeth had no interest in sex, and he had no interest in having sex with her. That didn't make what was about to happen any better or right. Although he didn't need to worry about being caught, his wife wouldn't be back from her trip until next week, probably longer than that if he knew her, and his children were upstairs, sound asleep by now. If they acted quickly and were quiet, he was sure no one would know.

“Are you sure about this?” Percy couldn't help himself and reached out, touching Nico's face, soft and velvety, letting his fingers slide over Nico's cheekbones and then touching his lips, fingering the outline of them, which opened once more, Nico's tongue coming out and meeting his fingertips, sucking them leisurely, staring at him, as if challenging him.

Well, Nico hadn't used words, but the gesture was more than enough. Percy couldn't keep a sigh from escaping his mouth when he finally unzipped his pants, pulling his hard member out of his underwear. Percy massaged the length for a few moments before guiding it towards the lips that were still waiting for him, wet and open, Nico gasping slightly.

In the end, letting Nico wrap his member around those soft lips and suck on it for long minutes had been one of the easiest decisions of his life, and when he finally reached Nico's throat after a few moments, feeling him choke slightly, his second easiest decision came too; Percy grabbed Nico's hair and let himself go in and out, watching Nico's dark eyes water, fixed on him, while Nico, now with his lips relaxed around him, swallowed around Percy and touched his own member, small and wet, Percy feeling Nico shudder and moan, enraptured by the scene he was seeing. 

ShortStory #3 - Just married (fingering+orgasm denial+chastity)

Nico woke up that morning, slowly. First there were the soft rays of sunlight coming through the blinds, then, broad shoulders against his back, arms encircling his hips and finally, he felt fingers sliding between his legs, gentle, even if the feel of them left a rough, warm track by his exploration, briefly navigating over his tightly locked member and finally reaching his entrance, rubbing gently, making Nico shudder just at the delicate touch around the slightly wrinkled entrance, his muscles still relaxed from last night.

Nico responded immediately, and in the only way he could, the way Percy had taught him. He groaned against the pillows and remained exactly as he was, the way Percy had positioned him on the bed; lying on his side, facing the bedroom wall, legs slightly apart, relaxed against the sheets. In fact, this was one of the most comfortable positions for them. For Nico, it was the lack of any kind of discomfort or pain, for Percy, free and unimpeded access, no matter what Percy had planned for that moment.

He arched his back and gripped the pillow, trying to breathe slowly, feeling Percy's fingers finally apply a little more pressure, still without penetrating him, rubbing around and sliding in a little just to withdraw again with those circular movements around, although it was the right pressure and the perfect rhythm, driving him a little crazier with each movement.

But it was all right, because this was a special moment, the first day of the rest of their lives, their first day as a married couple. And after going the whole night without having an orgasm, months in fact, Percy had kept him locked up for the entire engagement period, as the proof of fidelity Percy had asked of him.

At first Nico hadn't seen a problem, they'd dated for three years, two months without cumming in the way he was used to didn't seem too difficult. What he soon discovered was that it meant not having an orgasm at all.

Nico admitted that their relationship had changed completely, but if he could be honest, they had just taken it a step further, as if they were testing the likelihood of their marriage actually working out.

It wasn't a surprise exactly, perhaps at most it was the consequence of what would happen sooner or later.

He had always been more... quiet and reserved, while Percy liked to take charge and do things his way, if possible, Percy would take matters into his own hands.

Deep down, it was the main reason that brought them together and kept them connected for so long; three years of dating and two months of engagement.

So, when Percy asked, Nico obeyed, discovering that cumming... wasn't even that important. Of course, that was the gateway to other things happening, things he didn't even hesitate to do, and only because he trusted Percy with all his heart, soul and body.

Still, Percy didn't need to torture him like that, in fact, he didn't need to torture him for two months straight, relentlessly and mercilessly, and no matter how much Nico begged, just once, just one orgasm, the key to the cage remained hidden or around Percy's neck, mocking him, even if Percy made up for it by always being around, asking for his opinion on something that in the end Percy would have the last word on, or by his touch that every day became more intense and permanent, like a mark becoming more visible and vibrant.

Nico swore, he was trying to be a good boy, just like Percy liked, the most obedient and the most patient, he swore, but... he felt something in his chest, something that squeezed his throat and choked him; he wanted to wait a little longer, he tried to hold this feeling inside, but he felt that he was about to cross a line, he would cross a limit that Nico didn't know he had and only realized when he first met Percy one Saturday morning in an expensive, gourmet diner, seeing a tall, smiling man flirting with the waitress.

He couldn't hold back the next moan, a gasping whimper that stole his breath when, finally, feeling himself tense up, Percy massaged around for a few more moments and inserted two fingers inside him. Nico felt his head spin for a moment and spread his legs wider, he loved to come while he was being penetrated, and he felt that feeling of completion come faster than ever.

As Percy's fingers went deeper and became more energetic, the more Nico lost control of his body. But this had never happened before, as if he was going to come even with the cage, a tight, suffocating piece of metal around his member that didn't even allow him to get hard, something that Nico had thought impossible until a few months ago. But then Percy stopped moving his fingers, pulling him even closer, as Nico prepared to finally explode, saying:

“I thought you were too tired to continue.”

“I'm sorry, I...” Nico didn't know what to do. Percy usually didn't ask questions that required him to actually think. The worst thing was that Percy didn't even sound mean or merciless, as he sometimes did; it was an almost curious, exploratory tone, as if Percy knew something he didn't and wanted Nico to find out for himself.

“I...” Nico didn't know what the right answer was. Usually, he would know. Percy wasn't even giving him a clue. Sometimes Nico felt bad about it, guilty for some reason, it was strange to feel that his opinion didn't matter and that his only duty was to fulfill his owner's wishes. He didn't even know why he was thinking about it now, things had always been like this, even though neither of them had expressed it in words, they were both comfortable and their relationship had worked that way from the start. So why, exactly when he was already married, were these thoughts haunting him?

When Nico didn't answer, Percy grabbed his hair and made him face Percy with a tug that brought stars to his eyes, making his mind go blank for a few moments and his thoughts quickly disappear.

“I asked you a question.” Percy whispered in his ear, hoarse and in control.

For a long moment, all Nico could do was close his eyes and whimper, confused.

“It's not that hard. I asked if you deserve it, not if you want it.”

“No, sir. I don't deserve it!”

“Hmm, that's right. You don't deserve it.”

Percy moved his fingers inside him again, and it felt even worse, somehow Nico felt himself becoming even more sensitive to Percy's touches, feeling those fingers opening him up again even more slowly than before, twisting and fingering around, one of his hands holding him around the waist, Percy's calm, contained breathing against his ear.

“I know you want to come, baby. That's better for you. You'll get used to it in a few more days. If you need to, just tell me and I'll make it all better. Isn't that nice, hm?”

Percy was right. He had never felt so much pleasure like he had in the last two months, and in fact, he felt so much pleasure that he thought he was going to explode with the need to come and to allow that pleasure to flow out of him.

Nico could still remember the first time he had come with Percy, it had been perfect, a sensation that seemed to come from deep inside him and emerge through his spine, long and intense, that left him satisfied like nothing else had ever been able to do. But now, it was the opposite, it was something that remained on the surface of his skin and that didn't let him think about anything other than Percy, his touch and his voice, when he would finally be allowed to feel that sensation again.

“Shh, don't cry. I promise it'll get better.”

He wasn't crying!

“Shhh, it's okay. See?”

Nico knew what was coming and yet he moaned, sobbing as if his mother had died a second time. Percy replaced his fingers with his member, rubbing the big head against his entrance, penetrating him on the first try. He... he really loved feeling Percy fill him like this, without warning or permission, making him take every inch until he couldn't go any deeper.

“There. My baby is so obedient. Just a little bit more, okay?”

“Hm?”

He thought he had moaned again, like a purr, something that made Percy laugh right next to his ear, for some reason embarrassing him, making the familiar feeling of humiliation crawl up his spine and lodge in his brain like a worm.

“That's perfect, baby. Just a little longer.”

Percy took hold of one of his legs and slipped one of his between Nico's thighs, changing the position, allowing for a deeper penetration.

“Are you ready?”

Ready for what?, Nico wanted to ask. That is, he would have if Percy had given him time.

At first Nico didn't understand what was happening, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Percy began to move, hitting that little spot that always made him tremble, but something seemed... seemed different. Percy let go of his legs and his hands slid up his thighs and towards his abdomen, massaging gently, making Nico understand that Percy was touching the very member that was inside Nico, making the bulge there more evident. However, what really surprised him was that Percy's other hand went up and up, past his nipples and stopped at his neck, his fingers holding him firmly there.

For a moment, Percy stopped moving and Nico felt like he had stopped breathing, and when he did nothing more than gasp, still feeling Percy's fingers around his neck, Percy started moving again. It felt good at first, Percy seeming to reach for his prostate with every movement and the hand around his neck comforting him in some twisted way, but then something changed, and he was moaning like he'd never moaned before; he'd swapped places with a rag doll who had only one duty, to moan and be obedient. The hand around his neck tightened, just a little, the member inside seemed to go deeper and hit him harder, drawing gasping sobs from him.

“Just a little bit more, baby.” Percy whispered in his ear, again and again, the sound of their bodies meeting insistently. With each word and each precise movement, Nico felt his mind emptying, felt Percy's fingers taking his air, until all that was left was the sound of Percy's voice against his ear and the sensation of eternal pleasure that transformed him into this rag doll with no life or will of his own.

“Look at that, baby.”

Percy grabbed his hair and turned his head in the right direction. Nico looked down at his own lap, at his member trapped by the cage that was now stuffed, and in the central hole, he could see what Percy could also see. He was cumming, or something close to it, with every movement of Percy's hips, a liquid overflowed from his member in weak jets between long intervals of seconds. Nico felt... felt his soul leaving his body with each of these jets, nothing reminiscent of an orgasm, but similar to the months trapped inside the cage, only now intense and painful, something that made him lose the rest of his sanity.

“Fuck, baby. I'm so proud. Fuck!”

Nico didn't understand exactly what was happening, only that he had to close his eyes to feel himself leaking a little more, while Percy held him tighter in his arms, finally sighing and stopping his movement, still inside Nico.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you more.” Nico answered, because it was the one thing he had no doubt about.

So, what did you think? I even thought about continuing the third story, but then that would go against the purpose of the project. Maybe I can continue it in the future? Let me know what you think!

Are you fucking kidding me, the smartass twink and hot werewolf aren't even the main characters of the show?

Who the fuck is Scott?

I came across this article, and it got me thinking about neurodivergence and platonic relationships.

Bring on the Pigeons

Aromanticism, Aplatonicism, Neurodivergence and Me

Originally, I was going to call this post “Accepting that I was aro was a lot harder than accepting that I was ace, but not for the reasons

Like OP I'd heard of the term aplatonic, but I'd resisted applying the label to myself. It made me kind of uncomfortable, like a flickering light that I'd refused to look at or focus on. I'd think 'that can't be me, I want friends' then move on before I could think about it too much. Because deep down this term struck a chord. One that felt too much like saying 'I'm a bad person who doesn't like their friends'.

But I am bad at maintaining friendships. Not super great at making them either if I'm honest. Most of this can possible be explained by autism, and my struggle with friendships was the primary reason why I'd started suspecting that I might be autistic. (But am I really autistic though?)

I'd heard other autistics explaining how they kind of lack object permanence when it comes to people. Not that they literally don't think that someone doesn't exist when they don't see them, but that they don't think of them. This mirrors my own experience with friends. I don't think of them that often. And if I do and realise that I haven't spoken or seen them in a while, then actually contacting them for catch up takes a lot of energy and mental prep before hand. Phoning people makes me anxious, even for people I talk to all the time and know that I can talk to easily. It's a huge mental effort to go 'I'm going to call Sally today'. Even then I'll probably tidy my bedroom first, do the laundry, vacuum etc., then decide it's too late and put off calling her for another week.

Recently I came across the term 'relationship degradation mechanics' by twitter user Khoshtistic. They described it in terms of their ADHD, but it also describes my own experience perfectly. The term comes about from video games which have a friendship meter for NPCs which either fills up over time, or empties, depending on how often you interact with an NPC. I frequently forget about my friends (that faulty object permanence), I don't message them, call, or organise meet ups. There have been times when I've decided to message someone and then realised that the last time I interacted with them was a year ago. In those instances I often feel so guilty about it that I decide against messaging them completely. Why draw attention to it? When I do happen to catch up with a friend, months or years after I last saw them, I'm often surprised that our friendship bar has degraded. I expect things to be the same as when we last met up, but they aren't.

My partner is always messaging his friends. He is the polar opposite of me in many ways, but especially in this. If he hasn't seen his friends for a while he gets sad and upset about it. When I ask him how long it's been, he'll tell me that it's been ages. But how long is that? A couple weeks, he says. For him those couple of weeks span a millennia, for me that feels like yesterday.

This type of conversation is not uncommon for us:

Him: We haven't seen Sally and John in ages

Me: But we just saw them. Remember? we played board games

Him: That was 2 weeks ago!

Me: Exactly. Only 2 weeks ago.

We both have a very different understanding of time.

His relationship with friendships is informed by his ADHD in a very different way to mine. He worries that if he doesn't stay in contact with people constantly, then they'll think he hates them and subsequently decide that they hate him too. Rejection Sensitivity Disorder (RSD) is a bitch. I'm glad I don't have that, but sometimes I wish I cared a little more than I do.

He cares so much for his friends and what they think of him. Sometimes I feel like I'm not really friends with anyone, and that I'm only preforming friendship. Sometimes I feel like an unfeeling robot, and the ace/aro community often (unintentionally) amplifies that feeling. The uncaring aro or ace person is a common trope that the aspec community rails against, usually by saying that one can still have strong and intimate platonic relationships. However this is something that I don't have either. I'm ace, aro, and at the very least bad at friends. So what does that make me?

Your harassing neighbor dies. Then a bullying coworker dies in a crash. Within a month, people you’ve had bad blood with start dying. The police are watching you closely—but you haven’t done anything… at least, not that you know of.

No thoughts, just baby hippos

why you should reblog and support content creators

i’ve been on tumblr since 2012 and became a content creator in 2014/5, so i’ve been here for years and I can confirm that: people barely reblog posts now and it’s becoming an issue. yes content creators make stuff mostly for them, but if we post them it’s so people can see and enjoy it. and this happens when you hit “reblog”

the likes/reblogs ratios is a big disaster. when I first started, the reblogs were like 70% of a post with 30% of likes. now it’s 10% reblogs and 90% likes. likes are good, don’t get me wrong, but they don’t give us visibility.

reblogging = sharing posts to your followers. it’s easy and quick

WHY YOU SHOULD REBLOG

reblogs are important because it motivates people to create stuff and create more

it’s a great way to introduce your followers to a show/an artist/sports. i don’t wanna throw myself flowers but a few of my followers got into motorsport because I was reblogging posts about it (and also creating gifs and edits)

reblogs are a great way to make new friends because your followers/mutuals will see you have stuff in common and it will help to engage a conversation and start a friendship.

content creators spend a lot of time editing and a reblog shows that these hours weren’t lost 

reblogging helps us making our work be seen as tumblr’s tags are sometimes broken and they don’t appear in tags

it encourages people to create more and. i’m posting graphics and reblogs are encouraging me to keep posting them and creating more

top bonus is when you leave nice stuff in the tags. we see them and we love it and we love you

reblog because it’s free and the button exists for a reason

there is many more reasons but i won’t spam you

WHY YOU SHOULD SUPPORT CONTENT CREATORS

we are nice

we provide stuff for free

we take requests and make stuff you ask for

we share our resources: colorings, writing tips, where to get pictures, where to get fonts, tutorials, links for softwares

because we struggle a lot with tumblr’s tags

because people are sometimes rude to us and send rude asks (ex: writers - to publish their writings sooner)

because our work is being stolen by people claiming it’s theirs

because our work is being reposted on other social medias without asking us and crediting

i’m not pointing a gun to your face screaming “REBLOG”, i’m just telling you that if you like a post, you should think about reblogging it so your followers can see it and you’ll make one person happy <3

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

Oii, como vai? Temos um novo capítulo. Espero que vocês gostem. Sem revisão.

Não sei se já falei sobre isso aqui. O tema da história, o relacionamento D/s, acho que não é algo tão comum, ou pelo menos não da forma que eu abordo o assunto. Quero conversar sobre maturidade, sabe? Sinceramente espero que ninguém menor de 18 anos esteja lendo essa história, e se tiver, tenha bom senso, ok? Não vou dizer que você não possa ler, apenas... não tente isso em casa! Especialmente com quem você mal conhece e possa abusar de você.

Sei que não é o caso de todo mundo, mas tem algumas pessoas que usam a comunidade BDSM para se aproveitar da inocência de outras pessoas. No fim, é sobre o poder que uma pessoa pode ter sobre a outra, no caso, um submisso colocar tanta confiança em outra pessoa e acabar em perigo por causa disso.

Enfim, eu só queria lembrar que nem todo mundo merece ter a sua confiança. Por exemplo, na história, Percy e Nico se conhecem há quase dez anos. Entende? Se lembrem de sempre serem sanos e seguros, ok?

Boa leitura!

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III / CAPÍTULO IV / CAPÍTULO V / CAPÍTULO VI / CAPÍTULO VII / CAPÍTULO VIII / CAPÍTULO IX / CAPÍTULO X / CAPÍTULO XI / CAPÍTULO XII / CAPÍTULO XIII / CAPÍTULO XIV / CAPÍTULO XV / CAPÍTULO XVI / CAPÍTULO XVII / CAPÍTULO XVIII / CAPÍTULO XIX / CAPÍTULO XX / CAPÍTULO XXI / CAPÍTULO XXII

Percy se sentia como se fosse um criminoso. Ele tinha plena consciência que não devia ter ido ver Apolo e Vanessa sem a permissão de seus pais, afinal, tecnicamente, ele ainda tinha 17 anos e só seria considerado maior de idade dali há dois meses. Sua única opção foi se esgueirar pela casa. Ele se escondeu na entrada de empregados e só se moveu quando não viu ninguém por perto, passou pela cozinha e então correu escadas acima, ouvindo a voz de sua mãe e a de Nico na sala de estar. Era uma pena. Se Nico ainda estivesse dormindo, ele poderia enfim fazer o que tinha que fazer antes que sua mãe o convencesse do contrário.  

Sinceramente? Sally estava certa. Eles não deviam mexer com certas coisas, principalmente porque eram jovens demais e porque, de acordo com a lei, eles não seriam responsáveis no caso de algo dar errado. Mas... se Nico já praticou esse tipo de dinâmica com outras pessoas e ele também já estava mergulhado até o pescoço nesse meio, qual era o problema de apressar as coisas? Só um pouquinho? Seria apenas o suficiente para tranquilizar Nico que estava determinado a deixá-lo louco. 

De verdade, Percy não tinha escolha. Era o pior tipo de sentimento ver Nico implorando atenção como ele o estivesse ignorando de proposito; e se era o que Nico queria, pelo menos Percy faria da forma certa. Quer dizer, ele já tinha dado um diário para Nico e eles tinham também tinham as palavras de segurança, mesmo que Nico não tivesse notado o que elas realmente eram. Então, talvez, fosse a melhor alternativa. Assim, eles poderiam enfim esclarecer as coisas de uma vez por todas. 

Se dando por vencido, Percy andou até seu quarto, colocou a caixa em cima da cama e saiu do quarto rapidamente. Ele não queria que Nico pensasse que ele tinha o abandonado bem no momento que eles tinham se reconciliado, por sua causa, é claro; mas como ele poderia simplesmente dar o que Nico queria quando Percy sabia da responsabilidade de dominar alguém? Na maioria das vezes não seria apenas obediência e diversão. Era a expectativa por trás da palavra, do que realmente significa dominar a vida de alguém. O cuidado, a preocupação, se certificar que Nico estaria seguro e contente mesmo no meio da dor e da frustração, a real responsabilidade de ter a completa entrega e confiança de alguém a ponto de Nico levar cada palavra ou ordem sua ao pé da letra. E pelo que ele tinha visto, alguns submissos esperavam que o dominador tomasse todas as decisões por ele, e nisso, Percy não sabia se seria capaz de consentir. Esse era o real motivo dele hesitar tanto, quem dera fosse somente as fantasias de Nico, a expectativa sempre seria mais pesada do que qualquer coisa que eles pudessem praticar. 

— Percy? Pensei ter te visto entrar. Acho que precisamos ter uma conversa. 

O pior que ele temia aconteceu, alguém realmente tinha o pegado desprevenido. Era sua mãe, furiosa e com os braços cruzados. Percy nem teve tempo de descer as escadas, mas pelo menos ele tinha fechado a porta do quarto, a impedindo de ver o logo na embalagem da caixa. 

— Olha, não é o que você pensa. 

— Eu sei de tudo. Nico me contou. 

— Tudo? O que seria esse tudo? 

— Não tente me enganar. 

Percy parou por um momento, se dando conta que a mãe estava blefando. Se ela soubesse de alguma coisa, Sally já estaria esbravejando de uma forma bem mais especifica. No máximo, ela devia ter visto algo nos ombros ou no pescoço de Nico. Mas... será que ele devia esconder essas coisas de sua mãe? Sempre era melhor ter um plano reserva caso ele fizesse besteira. 

— Tudo bem. A gente fez sexo, satisfeita? — Percy levantou a mão antes que Sally pudesse continuar, vendo o rosto dela se aprofundar na fúria, feito uma mãe leoa defendendo seu filhote. — Sei que prometi, eu tentei fazer do seu jeito e olha o que aconteceu! Nico pensou que eu não queria ficar com ele. Descobri que ele...  

— Ele o quê? 

— Você sabe... 

— Não, eu não sei. 

— Nico acha que estou rejeitando ele se eu não... tocar nele. 

— Oh. — Sally suspirou e se escorou na parede, parecendo derrotada. 

— Vou fazer as coisas do jeito certo dessa vez.  

— Percy, o que você está dizendo? O Nico não é assim. Ele é bondoso e calmo e... 

— Super obediente? Gosta de agradar a todo mundo ao redor dele? 

— Percy, eu te proíbo de-- 

— Ele é um submisso, mãe. O que você quer que eu faça? Por que você acha que eu me afastei de dele? É isso o que você quer? 

— Eu decido o que acontece nessa casa e isso não vai acontecer. 

— Já é tarde demais, você não vê? Não fui eu quem começou com isso. 

— O quê? 

— É isso mesmo. Nico andou se divertindo sem mim na Itália. E se eu encontrei um lugar e fui acolhido, tenho certeza que ele também vai encontrar. 

Isso enfim pois um fim na discussão. Sally parecia arrasada a um ponto que Percy não tinha visto antes, nem mesmo quando ela descobriu que Percy tinha tendencias suicidas. 

— O que pode ter acontecido para Nico querer essas coisas? Ele deve ter aprendido com alguém. 

Era uma boa pergunta. Para um garotinho que evitava sequer a menção de sexo para se tonar um submisso era um grande passo. 

— Talvez o que ele contou sobre o Hades seja pior do que a gente pensou? 

— Percy! Eu não quero pensar nessa possibilidade. — Sally levou a mão ao rosto, se negando a acreditar que Hades seria capaz de abusar sexualmente de um garotinho tão indefeso. Quando ela voltou a encarar Percy, Sally tinha um brilho estranho no olhar. — Parece que a gente tem mais trabalho pela frente. 

— Mãe, não! Nico não falou nada sobre isso. Não quero que ele se sinta pressionado. 

— Querido, é claro que ele não falou sobre isso. Você falaria? É o que abusadores fazem. Eles manipulam pessoas mais frágeis do que eles e as fazem crer que ninguém vai acreditar nelas. Nico precisa de um empurrãozinho na direção certa. 

— Eu não sei. Vamos falar com ele, se for o caso-- 

— Deixa comigo. Hades Di Ângelo não sabe com quem se meteu!    

*** 

A vida de Percy era uma grande bola de cansaço, pois era assim que ele se sentia. Uma coisa pequena que parecia ser sem importância, de uma hora para a outra, crescia e crescia, e quando ele menos percebeu, os pequenos sinais de perigo se tornaram um vendaval de problemas. Ele não estava reclamando, era melhor saber o que acontecia do que ser pego de surpresa mais tarde. O primeiro deles era sua mãe sempre se metendo no que ela não devia. Eles desceram as escadas e imediatamente ele soube; assim que chegaram no andar de baixo, viu Sally endireitar a coluna, como se ela estivesse se preparando para ir a guerra.  

Por sorte, as três pessoas presentes não haviam reparado na presença deles. Nico estava sentado em frente a mesa de refeições, parecendo irritado com algo que Tyson falava para ele, enquanto Grover apenas ria estirado na cadeira onde se sentava. Então, antes que algo pudesse acontecer, Percy segurou no ombro dela, sorriu e se abaixou na direção da mãe, sussurrando: 

— Mãe, a gente conversou sobre isso. 

— Eu preciso-- 

— Não, eu vou falar com ele quando for a hora certa. 

— Per-- 

— Me prometa. Estou falando sério. 

— Perseu Jackson! 

Isso enfim chamou a atenção de Nico. Ele ignorou o olhar fulminante da mãe sobre ele e seguiu em direção a Nico. Sally podia ficar irritada o quanto quisesse, mas hoje não era o dia certo de discutir essas coisas; hoje, ele iria colocar Nico numa coleira bonita e fazer as coisas da forma certa. 

Isso é, ele faria isso se Nico permitisse. Porque esse era seu segundo problema do dia. Era até engraçado se Percy fosse sincero consigo mesmo, Nico olhou em sua direção por um breve momento e simples assim, o ignorou, olhando para a prato em frente a ele, movendo a comida com a garfo de um lado para o outro. 

— Parece que alguém não teve uma noite muito boa. — Tyson continuou, mastigando enquanto falava. Era um tanto nojento. O que Percy podia fazer? Quando o irmão estava com esse tipo de humor nada podia impedi-lo. A não ser quando Nico estava com um humor ainda pior. 

Em câmera lenta, ele viu Nico pegar um pãozinho ainda quente, o olhar por um momento e, então, Nico jogou o pão na cara de Tyson, acabando com o riso de Tyson, mas arrancando gargalhas de Grover que quase caiu para trás de tanto que ria. 

— Agora, quem é que não está tendo um dia bom? Hm? — Um sorrisinho vitorioso apareceu no rosto de Nico e na maior demonstração de infantilidade, Tyson mostrou a língua para ele, pegando o pãozinho que havia caído em seu prato, dando uma grande mordida nele. 

— Comida arremessada é ainda mais gostosa. Vamos ver quem ganha? 

Era claro que imaturidade tinha ganhado essa rodada. Percy não viu outra alternativa a não ser bancar o adulto. Bem na hora que Nico se preparava para lançar outro pedaço de pão, Percy parou ao lado de Nico e tocou em sua nuca. Ele sequer o segurou, apenas colocou a mão sobre o pescoço de Nico. O efeito foi imediato. Nico parou com a mão levantada e olhou para cima, em seu rosto uma expressão de garoto arteiro.  

— Se comporte.  

Essas palavras pareceram ter um efeito ainda mais potente. Devagar, Nico abaixou o braço, colocou o pão no próprio braço e olhou para baixo, todo encabulado. Percy nem havia o repreendido ou dito para ele parar, mas foi como se ele tivesse feito. Era... intoxicante. Se ele desse qualquer outra ordem a Nico, ele acataria? 

— Coma. — Percy disse e esperou para ver o que aconteceria. 

Por um momento, ninguém se moveu. Nico continuou todo encolhido contra o assento da cadeira, se remexendo inconfortável. Nem mesmo o barulho dos saltos de sua mãe se aproximando pareceu despertar Nico de sua vergonha. Nico permaneceu assim por mais uns momentos e enfim voltou a segurar no garfo, dessa vez cortando um pedaço da panqueca e a levando aos lábios, parecendo que iria cair no choro a qualquer momento. 

— Bom garoto. — Percy disse mais uma vez, testando para ver o que Nico faria.  

Ele acariciou os cabelos ali e sentiu Nico imediatamente relaxar, mastigando devagar sobre seu olhar atento e corar discretamente. A real pergunta era se as coisas sempre tinham sido assim ou era algo novo.  

Percy olhou para sua família que agora parecia tão comportada quanto Nico e viu que ninguém tinha estranhado a cena. Era verdade que ele por vezes tinha que apartar discussões assim, sem importância, mas Nico sempre reagiu a ele dessa forma? Percy odiava o que seu cérebro fazia com ele, apagando esses tipos de informação e depois o fazendo questionar se era real ou apenas sua imaginação fértil. 

— Onde você... — Nico começou a dizer, ainda olhando para o próprio prato. — Você não estava na cama quando eu acordei... alguma coisa aconteceu? 

— Eu tive que sair bem rápido. É uma surpresa. 

— Surpresa? Eu vou gostar disso? — Mas o que Percy escutou foi “vai ser divertido?” 

— Eu garanto que sim. 

— Eu só... não gosto de acordar sozinho. 

Hm. Percy entendia, realmente entendia. Mas já que Nico queria ir nesse caminho, Percy tinha a obrigação de ser responsável. 

— Isso não vai se repetir. Tive um bom motivo. 

— Que seria...? 

— Você vai descobrir. Logo. 

Percy tinha falado com um tom de finalidade que geralmente ele não gostava de usar. Quer dizer, ele era o dominante ali, não? Então, ele iria agir como um. E Nico parecia ter noção disso mesmo que eles não tivessem tido uma conversa séria e definitiva. Porque Nico olhou para ele com curiosidade e ao invés de discutir, ele fez um biquinho manhoso e voltou a comer, dando uma garfada nos ovos mexidos. 

— Você quer? — Nico deu mais uma garfada e ofereceu a Percy, que aceitou apenas para ver um sorriso aparecer no rosto de Nico. 

Bem, o que ele poderia fazer? Percy puxou uma cadeira para perto e deixou Nico o alimentar em intervalos onde as coisas voltaram ao normal, sua família voltou a conversar e Nico se manteve quieto aceitando tudo o que Percy colocasse em seu prato. 

*** 

Nico pegou sua bolsa do chão e aceitou quando Percy ofereceu a mão para ele, ouvindo o sinal tocar. Era sexta-feira e geralmente esse era o dia que Nico mais gostava, um dia que tinha poucas aulas e o fim de semana inteiro para descansar. Ou era o que costumava acontecer. Desde que ele tinha voltado todos os dias eram cheios de altos e baixos, pequenos momentos em que Nico guardava com carinho esperando que eles durassem pelo resto de sua vida. Ele só... só não esperava que depois de tantos desentendimentos as coisas se tornariam tão fáceis. Imprevisíveis? Sim. Mas nunca forçadas, mesmo quando acontecia algo que fazia sua cabeça girar. 

Felizmente, esse era um dos momentos bons. Desde que tinha acordado naquela manhã sua cabeça estava... vazia. Ele não conseguia se preocupar sua problemas, como provas que se aproximavam ou com Annabeth que continuava os rondando. Nem mesmo quando Percy o repreendeu no café da manhã. As coisas apenas pareciam estar no lugar certo novamente, como se ele nunca tivesse ido embora, entretanto, elas pareciam estar melhores ainda, sentindo que eles tinham dado um passo importante em direção ao futuro que ele sempre sonhou. 

— Bebê? Tudo bem? 

— Hm. Só estou cansado. 

— A gente tá quase chegando. 

— Ta bom. 

Eles estavam mesmo. Nico mal tinha percebido o momento em que haviam entrado no carro de Percy, não se lembrava de ter colocado o sinto ou quando eles tinham chegado no bairro com eles moravam. Ele olhava para fora da janela, sem registrar nada, deixando sua mente viajar, vazia, se sentindo tão calmo como nunca antes. Tinha sido o sexo da noite passada? Ou era apenas a presença de Percy? E de onde vinha essa paz de espírito toda? 

Isso não importava, ele saiu do carro quando Percy abriu a porta para ele, aceitou a mão que Percy mais uma vez lhe oferecia e subiu as escadas enquanto Percy o guiava. Hm... talvez fosse isso. Sempre tinha sido isso, não? A ausência de deveres e obrigações? Não sempre e nem de tudo, só um pouquinho. Estava tudo bem se ele se permitisse não tomar nenhuma decisão por algumas horas, certo? 

— Lindo. Levanta a perna. 

— Oh. 

Ele fez, levantou uma perna e depois a outra, permitindo que Percy tirasse seus tênis, meias e calça. 

— Os braços. 

Nico os levantou também, Percy trocando sua camisa por uma camiseta confortável. 

— Melhor? Um pouco de água? 

Nico não hesitou, pegou o copo de água da mão de Percy e a tomou em um folego só, se sentindo bem imediatamente. 

Será que tinha acontecido algo durante o dia para ele estar se sentindo assim? 

— Bom garoto. — Percy disse e beijou seu rosto, o segurando pela nuca, praticamente o embalando em seu colo. 

Algo acendeu em seu cérebro, prazer irradiando por seu corpo sem motivo nenhum.  

Oh, então era isso? Devia ser esse o motivo dele estar se sentindo tão leve e contente. Não devia ser algo normal se sentir assim durante tanto tempo, certo? Quer dizer, ele tinha acordado de mal humor, mas logo aquele sentimento de estar fazendo a coisa certa e estar no lugar certo o preencheu, o fazendo esquecer que devia estar bravo com Percy. 

— Eu... não fala assim comigo. 

— Assim como? 

— Assim... com essa voz... me tocando dessa forma... 

— Eu sempre fiz isso. O que mudou agora? 

— Eu... — Mas Nico já começava a não se importar se Percy fazia isso de proposito. Era normal ouvir a voz de alguém e imediatamente sentir todas essas coisas? 

Nico ouviu Percy rir e um arrepio percorreu sua coluna. Era um baixo e grave ao pé do seu ouvido, o fazendo perceber que Percy, de fato, estava fazendo isso de proposito. Talvez ele tivesse gemido e se agarrado ao pescoço de Percy, Percy mordiscando seu ombro, subindo até encontrar mais uma vez o lóbulo de seu ouvido. 

— Tudo bem, eu admito. — Percy murmurou. — Você tem estado muito suscetível a... sugestões. Sou eu ou é algo geral? 

— Só você. — Nico se pegou dizendo, vendo que era a verdade. — Acho que... eu confio em você. 

— Me sinto honrado. — Percy disse sem nenhuma ironia, o tom de voz baixo e aveludado dando lugar a algo mais normal. — Eu tinha medo que isso acontecesse. Nunca vou abusar da confiança que você me dá. 

— Eu sei disso. Nunca duvidei disso. 

— É por isso que tenho que falar algo com você. 

Esse não. Será que ele estava encrencado? 

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Espero que tenha sido divertido e desculpa pelo texto no inicio, como escritora o minimo que posso fazer é informar. Me lembro como foi descobrir esse mundo, e nem sempre é o que as pessoas te fazem acreditar. Essa história deve ser usada meramente como intertenimento e não uma verdade absoluta.

Até a proxima!