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

Oii, como vai? Estamos tendo alguns dias de produtividade, não? O capítulo ia sair antes, por causa do feriado me permiti descansar. Eu definitivamente desisto de ter um cronograma de postagem, mas vou tentar atualizar toda semana. Então, é só passar aqui uma vez por semana, na sexta, porque se eu postar algo vai estar pronto na sexta até as 12h. E tipo, considerem os textos por aqui como rascunhos iniciais, ok? Ainda estou na minha fase criativa e eu amo colocor sub-plots e outras coisas no meio do enredo principal. Se eu seguisse meu planejamento original eu já teria terminado a história. Então, vamos relaxar e nos divertir. Obrigada pela presença!

Avisos: Aspectos mentais (Aqui teremos algumas conversas sobre esses assuntos)

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

Nico colocou a caneta na última página em que havia escrito e repousou o diário ao lado de seu travesseiro, se espreguiçando. Ele tinha escrito mais do que pretendia. Bem, Percy teria uma pequena surpresa quando lesse. Mas no fim, Percy estava certo, escrever tinha tirado a pressão em seus ombros que Nico nem sabia estar lá. Foi um momento mágico, ao colocar seus pensamentos no papel, sua mente ficou leve e vazia, como se contasse o que o incomodava para alguém que não o julgaria e não tentaria dar ‘conselhos’ que ele não havia pedido.

Cansado de esperar, Nico deitou na cama e colocou a cabeça no travesseiro. O que Percy fazia para demorar tanto? Quando menos viu, tinha fechado os olhos, os abrindo novamente para sentir algo macio deslizar por seu corpo. Era uma toalha úmida e morna que Percy segurava. Nico piscou lentamente e então a figura de Percy se fez presente, cabelos molhados e peito desnudo, vestindo apenas uma tolha enquanto limpava seu corpo com delicadeza.

— Quer tomar um banho? — Percy murmurou, se aproximando mais dele, o fazendo se sentar contra o batente da cama. — Enchi a banheira pra você.

— Pode ser. — Ele deu de ombros, parecia uma boa ideia. Nico raramente via motivos para usar a banheira.

Assim, Percy o segurou pela mão e o guiou para o banheiro, perguntando: 

— Como você se sente?

Ele não sabia. Um leve ardor que pulsava dentro dele, talvez? Um cansaço muscular e mental? Um relaxamento que nunca havia sentindo antes? Era tudo isso junto e mais. No geral? Nico se sentia bem, ou tão bem o quanto seria possível, parecido com quando ele ainda não tinha fugido para a Itália, talvez até melhor, agora que ele não precisava esconder o que sentia.

— Estou bem. — Nico deu de ombro novamente.

— Você se lembra das nossas regras?

Infelizmente, Nico lembrava. Percy devia estar se referindo a sempre ser sincero.

— Eu não sei. — Nico disse, tentando ser o mais sincero que podia. — É tudo muito novo para eu ter uma opinião formada.

— Nico. 

Ele parou e encarou Percy que agora tinha os braços cruzados.

— Você tem que parar com isso. Não me diga o que eu quero ouvir.

— O que você quer que eu fale?

— O que você está sentindo. Algo doí? Você precisa de alguma coisa?

— Por que você está sempre me questionando?

— Porque você sempre está tentando me agradar.

— Qual o problema nisso?

Ele olhou para Percy e Percy olhou para ele parecendo que iria explodir. Mas nada disso aconteceu. Percy respirou fundo, fechou os olhos por um momento e quando voltou a abri-los, uma aura de calmaria se fez presente. Era um daqueles momentos onde Nico sabia que não iria ganhar, não importava o que ele fizesse. Então, deixou que Percy o guiasse até a banheira e o ensaboasse devagar e sem pressa.

— Você não vê o problema nisso? Mesmo? — Percy perguntou distraído, suas mãos deslizando para baixo, entre as pernas de Nico.

— As coisas sempre foram assim.

— É por isso que eu não fui atrás de você.

— Acho que não entendo.

— Descobri que eu… não consigo me controlar perto de você. Eu fiz você agir desse jeito. Te coloquei nessa caixinha perfeita e inquebrável. Ninguém devia viver assim, conforme os desejos de outra pessoa.

— Não é verdade, eu sempre fui assim.

— Será que é mesmo? Precisou que você fosse para longe e de cinco anos para dizer todas essas coisas para mim. Se você não se sentia confortável em me dizer o que você sentia antes, o que isso quer dizer?

Nico voltou a encarar Percy que tinha um olhar distante e percebeu que isso incomodava Percy mais do que ele pensava.

— Eu não gosto de brigar. Prefiro que as coisas fiquem assim.

— Assim, como?

— Sem conflito e sem drama. Não quero ter que pensar em cada passo do caminho. Eu só quero ficar com você e… te satisfazer. Não é o suficiente?

— Eu não posso fazer isso. — Então, Percy segurou em seu rosto e deslizou os dedos para sua nuca, a massageando devagar e o fazendo relaxar ainda mais. — Como posso ter certeza que não estou te machucando ou te impedindo de fazer outras coisas?

— Essa é a questão, não é? Você se sente culpado de quer as mesmas coisas que eu.

— Nico, não me torture.

— Eu não estou. —  Quer dizer, ele achava que não estava. — Quando eu não quiser mais… essa coisa que a gente tem, você vai saber. 

— Como?

— Eu vou querer fugir. Não como aconteceu hoje. Com vontade, como se minha vida dependesse disso.

— Nico!

— Sabe, quando as pessoas tentam se aproximar de mim eu costumo me sentir sufocado. Mas quando é com você eu só me sinto livre e seguro, mesmo que eu sinta medo.

Nico achava que estava enlouquecendo, parecendo um lunático a beira do precipício. Mas era a pura verdade, o que ele buscou em todas aquelas faces, não foi a beleza ou os olhos verdes profundos, não, sempre foi aquele sentimento de segurança e estabilidade, o conforto que os braços de Percy sempre lhe deram. Pois essas coisas eram difíceis de emular; se somente ele pudesse ter encontrado isso em outro lugar, Nico não se sentiria tão controlado e condicionado a fazer aquelas coisas que Percy tanto criticava, mesmo que Percy nunca tivesse pedido por elas. No fim, ele entendia o que Percy estava tentando implicar; as coisas só ficariam piores dali para a frente e eles provavelmente continuariam nesse jogo de gato e rato por um longo tempo até que ele se rendesse. O que Nico podia fazer se Percy era o único que o fazia se sentir assim, tão livre e preso ao mesmo tempo?

— Nico. — Agora a voz de Percy soou toda rouca e firme.

Opps. Ele olhou para baixo e viu que sua mão estava no colo de Percy, em cima da tolha, mas em um lugarzinho bem estratégico.

— Por que você não pode me dizer o que te incomoda?

Ele negou, não estava pronto para dizer o que realmente pensava para Percy. Embora ele soubesse, Percy sentia algo similar ou pior. Nico viu o quanto Percy tentou superá-lo com outras pessoas, antes e depois dele ir para a Itália. Então, no fundo, discutir era inútil. Eles precisavam de um consenso.

— Isso não vai levar a nada. Eu sugiro uma trégua. — Nico disse ao invés de se explicar.

— Trégua? Isso não é uma guerra.

— Então, por que tudo o que a gente faz é brigar e transar? Eu prefiro muito mais só transar.

Isso tirou um sorrisinho no canto dos lábios de Percy.

— O que você sugere?

— Eu vou… confiar em você e fazer tudo o que você me pedir se você parar de me questionar.

Agora, Percy só parecia triste.

— Não quero que você se sinta mal e acuado. Eu só me preocupo. Eu quero que você seja a sua melhor versão possível.

— E se eu só quiser ser o Nico que quer ficar com o Percy e não ter que discutir?

— Tudo bem. A gente pode fazer do seu jeito. Você tem que me prometer que se não estiver funcionando, você vai me contar.

— Eu prometo.

Tudo o que Nico podia fazer era esperar pelo melhor e tentar manter sua parte do acordo.

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Quando eles acordaram de novo, o sol estava alto no céu, a manhã já dando lugar para a tarde numa temperatura mais amena. Eles ainda estavam na cama, sua cabeça no ombro de Percy e os braços de Percy em volta de sua cintura. Finalmente o silêncio durava mais do que cinco minutos. Eles não precisavam fazer nada ou estar em nenhum outro lugar que não fosse ali, onde eles tinham decido estar.

— Com fome? — Nico escutou Percy dizer bem baixinho, com a voz rouca de sono.

— Não.

— Nenhum pouquinho? Daqui a pouco Sally vai vir aqui, para ver se a gente ainda está vivo.

Isso seria engraçado. Nico até podia imaginar, Sally abrindo a porta e os pegando na cama assim, pelados e abraçados. Seria ótimo mesmo. 

Com esse pensamento o assombrando, Nico se desgrudou de Percy e se sentou na cama, se sentindo levemente zonzo, porém contente, se espreguiçando até cair para trás, fechando os olhos. Talvez ele precisasse comer alguma coisa. Quando tinha sido a última vez? Ele se quer tinha comido algo na festa ou tinha apenas bebido?

— Cansado?

Nico suspirou e se deu por vencido, sabendo que sua paz estava prestes a acabar. Ele ficou de lado na cama e encarou Percy que não parecia nenhum pouco contente.

— Não muito.

— Sabe, acho que a gente devia criar um sistema.

— Eu acho que--

— Cada vez que você mentir para mim você será castigado.

— Você disse que não iria duvidar de mim!

— Não é uma dúvida quando eu sei a verdade, quando eu te vejo mentindo para mim.

— O que você quer que eu faça!

— Diga a verdade ou não diga nada.

— Oh.

— Você vai passar o resto da vida calado para me agradar?

Essa era uma boa pergunta. Era difícil voltar para a escuridão quando se via tanta luz.

— Isso não tem graça. — Ele murmurou, sentindo algo dentro do peito se alastrar.

— Não tem mesmo. Imagina o que eu sinto vendo vejo você se rebaixar, sendo menos do que você poderia ser.

— Eu não faço isso sempre.

— Não?

— Só com você.

Então, Nico observou Percy estender o braço e tocar em seu rosto numa leve carícia.

— Eu odeio o que eu fiz com você, o que seu pai fez. 

— Você não fez nada. — Já seu pai, era outra conversa.

— Eu te moldei nessa pessoa perfeita que tem medo de ofender qualquer um. 

— Isso não é verdade! Eu… 

— Quero que você grite se você quiser. Quero que você me bata, que me xingue se tiver vontade. Que se revolte. Que exija. Eu nunca mais quero te ver tão magoado.

Talvez Percy tenha razão. Mas ele tinha mesmo que fazer essas coisas? Não era algo que ele se via fazendo.

— Não me entenda mal. Você não precisa. Mas se você quiser ou um dia fizer essas coisas, está tudo bem e é completamente normal.

— Normal? Como fazer essas coisas pode ser normal?

— Deuses. — Percy o abraçou com mais força e encostou a cabeça em seu ombro. — Você não tem que ser perfeito. Você entende isso?

Mas se ele não for perfeito, ninguém vai gostar dele. Como Nico não poderia ser o que ele já era?

— Está tudo bem. — Percy disse, mas Nico tinha a impressão que Percy falava isso para si mesmo.

No fim, Nico preferiu ficar calado. O que ele tinha a dizer não faria diferença nenhuma, e talvez Percy tenha razão. Se ele não tinha nada de bom para dizer é melhor ficar calado.

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— Deuses, o que Percy fez com você?! 

Assim que desceram as escadas, Sally os recebeu com um sorriso amoroso e abraços apertados. Isso é, foi o que aconteceu até Sally ver o hematoma no pescoço de Nico; hematoma esse que era, na verdade, um chupão bem colocado. 

— Mãe, você está exagerando.

Nico, coitadinho, olhou entre eles, tentando entender o que acontecia. E Percy como um bom samaritano, o ajudou a entender. Como quem não quer nada, Percy levou a mão até o pescoço de Nico e Nico gemeu. Agora se era de dor, surpresa ou prazer, era difícil distinguir. Fosse o que fosse, aquilo fez seu coração disparar e outra coisa acordar.

— Oh. — Nico então disse, levando a mão está ao próprio pescoço. — Eu não percebi. Está muito feio?

— Eu não diria feio.

Ele ouviu risadas atrás dele, mas preferiu se concentrar em Nico que fazia um biquinho fofo e pegava o celular do bolso, se olhando no reflexo da tela.

— Percy! O que você estava tentando fazer? Arrancar um pedaço?

— Você não foi o único. — Percy abriu os dois primeiros botões de sua camisa e mostrou seu conjunto de marcas, unhas pequenas e o formato de dentes que desciam até desaparecer dentro de sua camisa.

— Eu… eu não fiz isso! Fiz?

— E muito mais. 

Percy não se aguentou, ele riu e puxou Nico para um abraço, beijando seu rosto. Mas tudo parecia estar bem, porque assim que Percy o abraçou, Nico derreteu contra seu ombro, o abraçando de volta.

— Esta tudo bem. Você pode me morder o quanto quiser, eu gosto. — E pelo jeito que as coisas iam, Nico gostava também.

Percy ouviu um pigarro e se virou para ver Sally, nenhum pouco feliz com a demonstração de… afeto.

— Percy Jackson! Não é assim que se trata as pessoas.

— Foi algo mutuo. E se você quer saber, Nico que começou. Pode perguntar para Annabeth, ele foi a primeira a ver. Ta vendo aqui? Foi o primeiro. — E bem perto de sua nuca, onde o cabelo começava a crescer longo, estava uma marca que começava a sumir.

Nico escondeu o rosto em seu ombro e Sally cruzou os braços. E antes que outra onde de reclamações chegassem, Percy se apressou:

— Permissão para chupões? — Nico acenou que sim, muito encabulado para enfrente a sala cheia de testemunhas, o que não impediu os xingamentos e protestos.

— É o suficiente. — Sally levantou uma de suas mãos, as levando ao rosto, e se virou para Nico, o fazendo levantar o rosto. — Está tudo bem, querido? Como estava a festa? Melhor que nos velhos, tempos, não?

Imediatamente, Percy viu que tinha algo errado. De repente, Nico abriu a boca, prestes a falar alguma coisa e então, a fechou, se encolhendo contra seus braços. O pior foi ver Nico levantando a cabeça e olhando para ele, como se esperasse a permissão de Percy para alguma coisa, mantendo os lábios selados com força. Ele ouviu outro pigarro e percebeu que todos estavam esperando que Nico respondesse. Grover, Tyson e Sally, todos estranhando o comportamento de Nico.

Restou a Percy sorrir e guiar Nico para a sala de estar e sentar com ele no sofá.

— O que está acontecendo, hm?

Mas tudo o que Nico fez foi negar e olhar para o próprio colo, se recusando a encará-lo. 

— Por favor.

Isso fez Nico olhar entre os silhos para ele e respirar fundo: — Eu pensei sobre o que você disse ontem a noite. 

— Sobre não mentir?

— Sobre ficar calado.

Algo no peito de Percy se apertou naquele instante, e torcendo para que não fosse o que ele pensava, perguntou: — Por que você ficaria calado?

— Você disse que se fosse para eu mentir, eu devia ficar calado, E já eu não tenho nada de importante para dizer, vou fazer o que você pediu.

Percy achava que tinha parado de respirar. Ele não estava falando serio! Quem é que iria seguir uma ordem tão ridícula. Ele só queria fazer Nico responder de qualquer forma que não fosse aceitar tudo sem protestar, queria fazê-lo reagir e ver o que estava acontecendo. E ao contrário disso, Nico decide seguir a risca da pior forma possível?

— Bebê, por favor. Eu estava errado. Eu só queira que você reagisse.

— Reagisse, como?

— Como você quiser. — Percy então sorriu, tentando incentivar Nico. — Vamos, pode gritar comigo. Pode me xingar. Eu fiz algo muito ruim. Eu mereço uma punição.

— Punição? — Nico entortou a cabeça, feito um cachorrinho confuso e se aproximou. Ele o beijo nos lábios, num selinho doce e suave e tocou em seus cabelos, sorrindo angelicalmente. — Pronto. Sua punição.

Percy queria chorar. Por que tudo o que ele falava parecia sair ao inverso? Ou talvez fosse Nico fazendo o melhor que podia.

— Você está me punindo ou consolando?

— Se eu escolho a punição, você tem que aceitar.

Percy se deixou levar e abraçou Nico bem apertado, o ouvindo suspirar de prazer.

— Eu não te mereço. Eu só queria que você se sentisse livre para se expressar. Te fizeram ficar calado por tanto tempo que tenho medo que agora aconteça o mesmo.

— Eu sei. — Nico murmurou baixinho, parecendo contente.

— O que você tem a dizer é importante, sempre será. 

— Pensei que se eu ficasse calado não precisaria medir minhas palavras. 

— Não me faça chorar. 

— Você é um bobo. — Nico enfim diz, parecendo a única coisa sincera no meio daquilo tudo. — Eu tomei essa decisão. Eu tive toda a liberdade do mundo, mas no fim do dia, ainda sentia falta de você e de como as coisas eram. 

Por no fim, a vida se tratava de decisões e consequências. Ele continuou abraçado a Percy e entendeu, Percy estava tão perdido quando ele nessa confusão toda, entendeu que era um período de adaptação e logo tudo voltaria ao normal. Agora, o que esse normal era, ambos não faziam ideia, já que eles nunca tiveram uma amizade comum. 

— Eu sinto muito. — Nico diz mais uma vez. — Acho que é um período de adaptação. Vou tentar não levar a sério tudo o que você disser.

— Eu fico muito contente com isso. — A verdade é que Percy estava aliviado, dando graças a todos os deuses e divindades por encontrar alguém tão compreensivo, embora ele gostaria que Nico fosse mais combativo. 

Não o intendam mal, Nico era uma das pessoas mais independentes e responsáveis que ele já tinha conhecido, mas o que Nico tinha de independente, também tinha de dependência emocional. E às vezes essa dependência emocional era pesada demais para que ele pudesse carregar sozinho, embora ele estivesse disposto a carregá-la pelo resto da vida se isso garantisse a permanência de Nico em sua vida.

— Então, a gente tá bem? — Nico perguntou, levantando a cabeça e o espiando timidamente.

— É claro, bebê. Contanto que você esteja.

Nico pareceu imediatamente tranquilizado. E se era isso o que Nico queria, Percy faria seu melhor resolver as coisas. Obviamente pedir não tinha resolvido, tão pouco conversar ou pressionar. O jeito seria fazer as coisas do jeito tradicional. Não que ele soubesse estar fazendo algo no passado, mas se funcionou antes, vai funcionar agora.

Sorrindo, como se nada tivesse acontecido, ele guiou Nico de volta para a cozinha e se sentou ao lado de Nico em frente a mesa, descobrindo tarde demais que todos ouviram sua conversa com Nico. O que ele podia fazer? O bem-estar de Nico era mais importante do que os olhares de reprovação. Ele sabia que logo veria a repreensão, e se errar um pouco fosse necessário para consertar o que ele havia feito, que fosse! Percy nunca se arrependeria de colocar Nico em primeiro lugar.

— Panquecas ou ovos?

— Panquecas. — Nico respondeu para ele. Então, panquecas seriam. Não era uma novidade. As comidas favoritas de Nico eram doces, e as salgadas tinham um sentimento nostálgico, do tempo em que a mãe de Nico ainda estava viva. Então, ao lado das pequenas e da cobertura de chocolate, Percy colocou um croissant de queijo junto um copo de suco e uma xícara de café.

Era incrível mesmo. Até parecia que nada de ruim tinha acontecido a mesmo de dez minutos atrás. Nico deu o primeiro cole em sua xícara de café e sorriu como se fosse o dia mais feliz de sua vida, mergulhando em suas panquecas açucaradas. E assim, como num passe de mágica, o ambiente voltou a ser amigável, Nico conversando com Sally animadamente, enquanto ele, Grover e Tyson observavam, tremendo pelo próximo banquete que eles seriam obrigados a participar.

— Cara, obrigado por me deixar ficar. Minha mãe está de volta.

— Pode ficar o quanto quiser, o quarto é seu. Por que você não faz uma mala e fica até a formatura? Não falta muito.

— Se um ano inteiro não é muito… — Ambos, ele e Grover, deram de ombros e Grover socou seu ombro amigavelmente, fazendo os dois sorriem. Era uma boa ideia, especialmente quando ele e Nico fossem embora; sua mãe ficaria sozinha e Grover sempre seria uma ótima companhia.

— De verdade! O que você ainda faz naquela casa?

— É! Sempre vai ter espaço para você. — Tyson finalmente se dignou a participar da conversa, geralmente preferindo ficar longe do drama. — Você já trabalha pra gente, o que custa ser parte da família?

— Você chama sorrir para os clientes e levá-los para a mesa certa quando outros não podem, trabalhar?

— É claro que é. Você até usa um terno bonitinho e penteia o cabelo com gel. — Tyson continuou, todo feliz em zombar de Grover, de volta a rotina natural deles.

— Cala a boca! Aquilo nem é um uniforme. Juniper gosta disso… — As últimas palavras de Grover soaram bem baixas, parecendo estar encabulado.

E bem, quem era Percy para interromper um momento tão doce e feliz.

Ele se virou para sua comida e deu a primeira garfada em seus ovos, macios e com pouco sal, do jeito que ele mais gostava e deu um cole em seu café forte sem açúcar ou leite, percebendo que Nico já tinha terminado de comer e olhava para ele com um sorrisinho no rosto.

— O que foi, hm? Quer mais?

— Não. Eu gosto de te ver feliz e se divertindo com seus amigos. Você não costumava fazer isso.

— É verdade. Eu disse que tinha problemas, não disse?

— Acho que não levei isso a sério. Você sempre parece tão decidido e confiante.

— Isso não quer dizer que eu estivesse certo.

— Hm. — Nico murmurou, pensativo. — Nunca pensei por esse ângulo. Acho que todos tem algo a esconder. Algumas pessoas só esconder melhor.

— É isso mesmo. Quanto mais coisas as esconder, melhores atores somos, não? — Percy não pode se conter, Nico estava sendo tão sincero que ele merecia uma recompensa. Ele puxou Nico pela nuca e o beijou ali mesmo na frente de todos, um beijo daqueles destinados para quatro paredes.

— O que foi isso? — Nico disse assim que recuperou o folego.

— Uma recompensa para um bebê obediente.

Corando dos pés a cabeça, Nico apenas olhou para ele, fazendo um biquinho lindo, mas sem reclamar. O que ele podia fazer? Se era desse jeito que Nico entendia, então era como seria dali para frente.

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E então? Eu tenho a impressão que o Nico está se tornando tão dramatico... ou será a visão do Percy sobre ele? Bem que eu também acho que o Nico pensa que o Percy é um pouco dramatico também 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Qual sua opnião? Sua comentario me ajuda a entender os pontos fracos da história para que eu possa rescrever da melhor forma no futuro.

Obrigada por ler!

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XVIII and Chapter XIX

Hi, how are you? I'm still a bit sick, but nothing to stop me from bringing you new chapters. So they'll probably come out towards the middle and end of the week, but I promise I'll be around. I hope can you enjoy it! Any feedback is welcome, because I'm thinking of turning this story into an ebook. For example, a reader told me that Nico's age was confusing. And she was right! For those who have the same doubts, Nico and Percy are around 15 years apart. That's because this story was supposed to be just smutt, but then I decided to do something more serious. That's when I decided to raise Nico's age a little. So Nicois eighteen and Percy is in his early forties.

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

"See? It wasn't that hard." That's what Annabeth told him on Monday, the morning after the party. Fortunately, that nightmare was in the past and soon she would leave, sneaky and silent as always.

"You're absolutely right, it was so much fun. In less than two hours the kids were already tired and I had to greet twenty different people who treated me like I was a childhood friend. It was really fun.”

"Don't be dramatic. They know you, you just don't remember them.”

It's true. Percy never had patience for self-interested people with superiority complexes. He had enough of that himself.

"Daddy, can we change clothes? Nico should be here soon." Alice said, her face expressionless and her eyes drooping, dark circles surrounding them in a soft pink tone. Her dark brown hair further highlighting her paleness.

"Of course, dear. Do you have money for lunch?”

She just waved and held out her hand to Logan who slowly stood up and walked over to his sister.

Logan wasn't doing any better either, it seemed like all his joy and will to live had been taken from him, his green eyes were puffy and his back was hunched over. The saddest sight he ever saw. Annabeth had promised them a family night and what they had gotten was a lonely dinner, secluded at a table while their mother paraded Percy around the room, as to demonstrate how her trophy shone brighter and brighter than anyone else's.

In that moment, Annabeth chose to stand up as well, acting like the children and the heavy air didn't exist. She stroked Alice and Logan's hair and walked up the stairs, strutting down a runway that only she could see, never looking back.

"I'm sorry, kids. This will be over soon.”

"She… she doesn't even…!" Logan sobbed and Alice hugged him tightly. "Why doesn't she love me?”

"Don't be like that." It was Percy's turn to stand up and join them, completing the hug. "Of course she loves you, she's your mother. She loves you in her own way.”

"I wish! I wish she wasn't my mother! Anyone is better than her!" Logan shouted with all the strength he had and ran up the stairs.

"It's okay, Dad. I'll take care of it." Alice tried to smile and hugged him as tightly as she had hugged Logan. 

She pulled away and followed her brother, straightening her spine and walking up the stairs, doing her best to show that everything was okay. But it wasn't, they had known for a long time that it never would be. The children were growing up and finally understanding what was happening, what had always happened. The truth was that Annabeth wanted more than to stay home and take care of children, no matter who she left behind or hurt in the process.

After that, Percy didn't even have time to finish his black coffee, the doorbell rang and he had to answer it, knowing full well who it was. He opened the door, coming face to face with Nico's dark and slightly rounded face, his black eyes as puffy as Logan's, looking down, huddled against himself at the foot of the door.

"Nico, you don't need to ring the bell, I gave you the key for a reason." Percy tried to break the bad mood.

"I wasn't sure if I should." Nico looked at him hesitantly, and remained rooted to the spot, looking like he was going to burst into tears right there.

"Nico, what happened?”

"Nothing. Nothing happened.”

"Did you get my message?”

He nodded and wiped his face.

"I wish you hadn't sent it." He then looked at him and practically begged. "You make things even more complicated.”

"More complicated, how?”

"I thought… I thought I could handle it. What should I do? Never talk to them again? Pretend it never happened? What should I do?”

"Nico, dear. It's okay.”

"Nothing is okay. Nothing will ever be! I wish I had never met you, never met Diego and still been in Italy! None of this would have happened and I would never have known--”

"Never know what?" Percy had to ask.

Nico looked at him, fidgeting in place, his lips trembling.

"I would never know what it's like to be treated well. Like I mattered. Like I was worth the effort.”

Percy waited a moment and continued to look at Nico, this boy couldn't be real. His sincerity, his affection. Percy could kiss him right there, right now. He could hold him in his arms and give him all the attention Nico could possibly want, but it wasn't right, it wasn't what Nico needed; this was just a vulnerable moment. The strange thing was that Percy didn't understand why he cared so much, even though he knew it was enough to try to help Nico. What Nico needed right now was a friend and not what Percy really wanted to give.

"Okay." He murmured back, trying to stay on the right path. In the end, he couldn’t resist. Percy touched Nico’s shoulder and slid his hand down the curve of his neck, watching Nico gasp and move closer to him, their heads a hand’s breadth apart. "Do you need help? Medical help? Money?”

"I don't want to take advantage of you." It was Nico's turn to murmur back, looking less fragile, as thought the danger had lessened.

"Our family has a partnership with an NGO. It's great for taxes. I could arrange something for you.”

"I can't." Nico shook his head, moving just a little closer.

"Please? I would feel more at ease. It’s a community-based program. You can continue to receive help even after you stop working here. It’s at the college, downtown. It’s safe, I promise.”

"I don't know, Per.”

"Or you can stay with me for a while. I have other houses.”

Nico grimaced and shook his head.

"Come on, everyone needs help.”

"Are you sure? Is it really communal?”

"I wouldn't lie to you.”

"I… thank you.”

Nico jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly around the neck, and whispered:

"No one has done anything like this for me before. I will never forget it. Never.”

Nico then kissed him on the cheek, a soft, fleeting touch, and pulled away, his face reddening more by the second.

"Uh… the pleasure is mine." Percy said. He tried hard not to step forward and end this torture. But there was no way, playing the good guy was too exhausting.

Percy sighed deeply, waved and turned his back to Nico, being greeted by an audience, because there in the entrance chamber he found the children smiling, all happy with Annabeth who was watching them like she had swallowed a whole lemon. The worst part was seeing her anger displayed for anyone to see when Annabeth had done much more than a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Well, two kisses on the cheek. Who knows, maybe the next one would be in the right place.

But no, that wasn't all. Annabeth uncrossed her arms, pushed herself off the wall and came towards him, strutting and tossing her golden hair back.

"So, you are the famous Nico.”

"Am I?" Nico asked, confused.

"Annabeth Chase, wife of the man you were hugging so tightly.”

"Hmmm… it’s a pleasure to meet you? I can finally… put a face to the name.”

"Did they talk about me? I expect only good things.”

“Of course, ma’am.” Nico looked at Percy uncertainly, and Percy nodded at Nico, patting Nico’s shoulder once more. “Kids? We’re already late.”

This is the moment when Logan and Alice ran to Nico, each of them hugging him tightly only to run out of the house, leaving Percy to grab the keys to the car that had just arrived and hand them to Nico.

"Those keys, they're not--”

"Today you will use another car. It is next to the Jeep.”

Nico shrugs and picks up the children's backpacks, going after them and leaving only the silence and Annabeth's malicious judgment on his back.

Chapter XIX

"You finally showed who you really are.”

Nico and the kids had barely left when Annabeth started. She followed him through the house to the living room and stopped in front of him, refusing to be ignored. Percy felt like rolling his eyes, but he was resigned; nothing he could say would convince her otherwise. So, Percy gave in and just sat on the couch, opening the newspaper to the business section.

"Really? Who am I?”

"A child groomer. You always preferred the younger ones. They’re more innocent, aren’t they? Easier to manipulate? You can tell me.”

He looked at Annabeth, at her bright blue-gray eyes that conveyed compassion and understanding. She had always been a good actress. But, did everyone think the same? Did he enjoy dominating the weak? Was that the impression he gave to others?

"Annabeth, how many times I will need--”

"You're cheating on me. You'll never admit it, but I know it. Is it revenge for what I did?”

"Annabeth." Percy sighed, already tired of this. "If I wanted revenge, I would have done it four years ago.”

“Four years?” She gasped and took a step back. This time, it didn’t seem like an act. “You knew all this time and never said anything?”

"I wasn't sure. Until you brought your lover home, things were great. I saw you two together and it was so obvious. I couldn't keep pretending.”

"Percy, I never meant to hurt you.”

"I know, it would happen sooner or later, right? And all because of our families?”

"Percy, please. Don't complicate things.”

"No, Annabeth. I'm tired of this. Remember your part of the deal. This is my last warning.”

"Percy! Don't you realize what you're doing?" Annabeth approached him and held his hands like she hadn't done in a long time. "Don't you know what people will say?”

"He's just a kid who needs help.”

"No." She refused to accept it, holding him in place with the strength of her intense eyes. "You say that now, but what about later? When you no longer feel guilty? I know what will happen. What will they say about me when you abandon me because of a little boy?”

"You were the one who abandoned me first!”

"Yes! For an adult and independent person. Someone mature and with a career. What do you think will happen? Will you play with him for a while and then dump him?”

"Oh, I hope not. I'll play with him, dress him, feed him, and give him everything he needs." Percy said with a smile wider than the world, catching himself and Annabeth off guard. "Then I'll love him and marry him.”

"You… are you serious? You would throw away our partnership over some random child?”

"This has nothing to do with Nico. That was our agreement, you would visit the children a few days per year until the divorce was official. All that’s left is for you to sign the papers.”

"Percy! Why can't you accept this? I'll even let you play with him. Equal rights, right?" She said hopefully.

"No, thank you very much. You should have thought about that before making your decision.”

"Percy!”

He had lost interest in what Annabeth had to say. Percy sat back down on the couch and opened the newspaper once more, watching from the corner of his eye as Annabeth paced the room, her dress billowing around her as she came up with a thousand reasons to convince him why a divorce after so long would be detrimental to both of them.

The truth was, he didn't care, and he didn't care what might happen to him. Would Percy lose some money? Yes. Would his parents be furious in that passive-aggressive way that said they were going to take away any support or power he had over the family business? Absolutely. As long as Nico and the kids weren't affected, everything else could fall apart and he wouldn't lift a finger to stop it.

"Okay! But don't say I didn't warn you!" Annabeth threw her hands in the air and marched upstairs. Which seemed perfect to him, the less he had to deal with Annabeth, the less problems he would have in the future.

***

“Thank you, Jenny,” Percy said, picking up the cutlery on the table and deciding what he would eat first.

That was a pleasant early afternoon, the sun was shining brightly into the room and the food was being served on the table while Jenny, the new maid/housekeeper , arranged the dishes on the table. And Percy had to admit, he had never eaten so well before, even at his parents' house when the custom was to have a party or charity event every two weeks. It seemed that Nico was excellent at everything he did and even at finding exemplary and efficient service providers.

“Of course, Mr. Jackson. Mrs. Chase.” Jenny nodded at him and Annabeth, and walked away. She was out of the dining room and back to the kitchen faster than a rocket. Had Annabeth managed to scare away more of the staff yet?

“So…” Annabeth began. She uncovered one of the dishes and made a face. “You know I don’t eat pasta.”

"Nico eats. The children too.”

"It's your favorite dish. And I know you, everything has to be about you.”

"No, you're mistaken, I think we're talking about someone else.”

It was Percy's turn to make faces. When he was with Annabeth, he couldn't help but sink to her level. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long, as he soon heard the front door slam and hurried footsteps coming towards him. Small arms grabbed him by the neck and childish giggles followed. Percy smiled at them and kissed their happy faces, Alice and Logan, the only positive thing that would come out of this marriage. Of course, Nico came right after, out of breath, running after the children, probably worried that they might have gotten hurt.

"Oh." Nico mumbled, looking embarrassed for some reason. " I'm sorry.”

Nico took a step back and was already turning around when Percy said:

"Nico, join us.”

"I don't want to bother you.”

"I insist.”

"Yes, Nico. We insist.”

Nico turned and faced him, hesitating, and then disappeared once more with the children's backpacks down the hallway and up the stairs. When he returned, Nico simply extended his hands toward the children and they came to him, each holding one in his arms. They went up the stairs and with that, the silence that was so common when he and Annabeth were together was once again present, louder than if a lion were roaring in the dining room and right in their faces.

"Hm." Annabeth said after a while.

Yeah… maybe he had looked up at the cream-colored ceiling and then at the dishes that, even though covered, were releasing steam from the cooked food. When he looked back at her, Annabeth had her arms crossed and was leaning against the back of the chair, observing him as if she were analyzing an experiment that had an obvious conclusion.

"You are thoughtful.”

"…”

"You are… happy.”

Percy made a point of not answering her again. He wouldn't smile or make any faces. But still, Annabeth said he was happy.

"You've made up your mind.”

"I already told you--”

"Yes. But this time is serious.”

It was better for things to stay that way. He allowed himself to look at the ceiling once more and let his thoughts go wherever they wanted. He allowed himself to think about Nico's dark eyes, his easily embarrassed face, and his shy but sweet gestures. And in the end, Annabeth was right, he was just biding his time, waiting long enough for Nico to reach twenty-one so he would feel less guilty about what he was about to do.

***

Percy heard the footsteps before he saw them. Nico reappeared with the children, already changed, and guided them by the hands, helping Logan to sit in the chair while Alice sat down alone, sitting next to her brother. Silently, Logan and Alice waited for Nico who started by taking the children's plates. First Logan's, filling his plate with vegetables and a small portion of pasta. Nico did the same with Alice and even though they made faces, they both took the first bite, swallowing the vegetables practically without chewing. At least it was a start, he had never managed that feat.

"So, Nico. You're a student, right?" Annabeth said, barely letting Nico sit down.

Nico went around the table and did the same with Percy, filling his plate with vegetables, but with a much larger portion of pasta, doing the same with his own plate.

Nico nodded, sat down next to Percy, and lowered his head, shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

"What are you studying again?”

When Nico continued chewing, showing no signs of responding, Percy spoke for him:

"He's going to be a--”

"I'm not talking to you." Annabeth said and turned to Nico, and asked again: "What do you study, boy?”

He watched things happen in slow motion. Nico wiped his mouth delicately, put his cutlery on the plate, and then stared at Annabeth, his brow furrowed. He placed his hands on his lap, somehow looking shy and yet not at all intimidated.

“You don’t scare me,” Nico said, straightening his back. “You’re not the first to think that just because I’m quiet I’d be afraid of this emotional manipulation. I’m sorry if I’m interrupting your dinner. I can leave.”

A slow smile formed on Percy's face and not even his attempt to hide it with his hands could disguise his amusement. It was funny to see the way Nico acted, the boy didn't even make an effort to move and just continued to stare at Annabeth, calm and composed, as if this was a normal occurrence. The children didn't have the same composure, laughing softly as they tried not to choke on their food, all while Annabeth seemed to take Nico's answer as a challenge.

"Ah, but it seems like you learned a lot from daddy, right? After all, he's old enough to be your father. Maybe an uncle, hmm?”

It was Percy's turn to swallow something sour.

"My father?" Nico shook his head and gave a dry chuckle. "My father would never teach me these things. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

"You don't have to?”

"No." This time Nico looked Annabeth straight in the eye, completely serious. "You are not part of our lives. How long will it be before you disappear again? If you don’t care about this marriage, you should care about what happens to your children.”

Only silence remained. Annabeth paled and inside, where no one could see, Percy felt vindicated, so fulfilled that he could get down on one knee and ask Nico to marry him right then and there.

"I’m sorry." Nico said once more, softening his voice. "I don’t mean to intrude. But all this has a negative effect on the children. They spent the night crying. It’s not healthy. And no, everything I said here, they’re not my words, they’re theirs. Can you hear that?”

"I…" Annabeth murmured, looking at her own plate.

"Can we start over?" Nico then smiled and stood up. "Nico Di Ângelo, nice to meet you. I'm the kids' new nanny. I've been here for less than a month and I'm studying law at the community college, next semester I'll transfer to the federal college. I'm working to pay for my studies.”

Nico offered Annabeth his hand and the most incredible thing happened: Annabeth stood up and accepted the greeting, shaking Nico's hand. The children sighed in relief and Percy felt disappointed. Nico could have chased Annabeth away, right? But nothing was that simple. Annabeth and Nico sat down at the table, the plates were emptied, dessert arrived and so the children, Annabeth and Nico began to talk, telling her what had happened since Nico had arrived there. Unfortunately, Annabeth was cordial, Nico was sincere and the rest of the day passed peacefully with Annabeth and Nico putting the children to bed and wishing them a good night.

The good news is that when Nico came down the stairs to leave, he was alone. Backpack on his back and a calm expression on his face. That is, until he finished going down them and found Percy waiting for him at the bottom.

"Sorry about today. I didn't expect her to do that.”

“It’s okay.” Nico shrugged, stopping a meter away from him. “You two are alike, actually. I just needed to shock her and show her that I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

"Still, you didn't have to deal with her.”

"Percy--”

"I have something for you." Percy took a card out of his pocket and offered it to Nico. "The clinic I told you about.”

"You said it was an NGO." Nico looked at him suspiciously, but accepted the card.

"It’s a clinic that partners with an NGO. It’s the same thing.”

"No, it's not.”

Nico read the address on the card and frowned.

"Isn’t it that tall building in the city center…?”

"Well… you discovered my evil plan.”

With that, Nico looked away from the card and crossed his arms, staring at him with that grumpy little face, making a cute little grimace.”

"I said my family had a partnership with an NGO, didn't I?”

"I didn't expect it to be in that building. I mean…”

"Yes, we are those Jackson.”

"You mean, I gave a moral lesson to one of the most… famous socialites in the city?" Nico said, looking like he was going to faint, his voice slowly fading away.

"Yes, and that was the best moment of my life! Thank you very much!”

"Percy!" Nico whimpered and came at him, slamming both his fists against Percy's still aching chest. " Couldn't you have warned me?”

"No, I couldn’t." He murmured, satisfied, holding the middle of Nico’s back. He loved it when Nico approached him of his own free will. "Did I mention you were amazing? Fantastic. Magnificent. Perfect.”

"Stop it! And don't try to distract me. I can't accept it." But Nico didn't pull away as he feared, Nico hugged him by the neck and held on tightly.

“None of this.” Percy murmured against Nico’s ear. “A promise is a promise.”

"I didn't promise anything.”

"Come on, it will be good for you. And if you need to--”

"No." Nico denied, letting his arms fall away from Percy’s neck, and took a step back, looking anywhere but at him. "I can’t accept more than this.”

"I know. I understand. But I want you to know, if you ever need me, no matter what it is. I'm here.”

"I know." Nico murmured back. "And that’s the problem.”

Thanks for being here. Comments are always welcome.

PJO Memes Pt.2

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

O que é isso! Mais de um capítulo em uma semana? Sim! Talvez tenha mais um até o fim dela. Como eu disse, tenho que aproveitar enquanto o burnout me dá um tempo.

Capítulo sem revisão, quando eu tiver uma versão mais polida, aviso aqui.

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 / CAPÍTULO XXIII / CAPÍTULO XXIV / CAPÍTULO XXV / CAPÍTULO XXVI

— Por favor! — Nico gritou a plenos pulmões. Sua sorte era que o resto da família estava ajudando no restaurante, então, não tinha ninguém para presenciar essa cena.

— Eu não sei. Será que você aprendeu sua lição?

Nico choramingou mais uma vez e se remexeu em seu colo.

Sabe, ele era muito paciente, quase um santo de tão caridoso e bondoso. E sabe porque? Percy tinha levado Nico até o carro, colocado suas coisas no banco de tras e dirigido tranquilamente pelos próximo quinze minutos até a casa da mãe. Tinha guardado suas bolsas, oferecido agua para Nico e o feito comer algo antes de leva-lo para o andar de cima, onde o quarto deles ficava. Então, só assim, depois de trancar a porta do quarto e colocar a chave dentro do bolso, ele se virou para Nico, deixando que o garotinho visse suas reais intenções.

— Tire as roupas. — Percy disse sem hesitar. Entretanto, foi Nico quem hesitou. O garoto olhou para a porta e depois para a janela, e por último, o encarou, incerto.

— Você tem certeza? — Nico perguntou. — Você não reagiu muito bem, antes.

Hmm... era verdade. Mas aquele momento tinha ficado no passado.

— Tire as roupas. — Percy repetiu.

Essa seria a parte onde ele geralmente estaria se movendo e ele mesmo tiraria as roupas de Nico. A questão ali não era sobre tirar a roupa ou mesmo sobre as palmadas que viriam, e sim que Nico sentisse que aquilo realmente era um castigo, e para isso acontecer o primeiro passo era fazer Nico se sentir humilhado e depois repreendido. A dor seria apenas uma forma de liberar todas essas emoções.

— O que você está esperando. Você precisa de incentivo?

— Eu... não! — Nico arregalou os olhos, surpreso, e se colocou a tirar as roupas. Ou melhor ele as arrancou de qualquer jeito e as jogou a um lado do quarto, parando em sua frente com a cabeça levemente abaixada e as mãos atras das costas.

Percy sempre se esquecia que Nico entendia como a relação entre dominação e submissão funcionava. Mesmo assim, ele observou Nico por alguns momentos. O rosto que começava a corar, a coluna curvada como se quisesse se proteger e a postura tensa de quem sabia o que estava por vir. Percy deixou o momento se arrastar por alguns minutos, sem falar, e só quando Nico começou a se remexer de ansiedade, decidiu ter misericórdia.

— Você sabe por que estamos aqui?

— Eu... te fiz passar vergonha?

Bobinho. Percy nunca teria vergonha de Nico. Não importava o motivo.

— Você acha que eu tenho vergonha de você? — Ele segurou Nico pelo queixo e o fez encará-lo. E quando Nico não faz nada além de encará-lo de volta, completamente dócil, Percy final se deu por satisfeito. Esse era o jeito que um bom garoto devia se comportar, devia ser obediente e bem-comportado e o tom avermelhado na pele oliva deixava tudo ainda melhor.

Bem, mesmo sendo um bom garoto, Nico era uma das pessoas mais teimosas que ele conhecia. E as vezes, tentar conversar sobre o problema não surtia efeito com Nico. Então, a solução era mostrar para ele. Assim, segurou Nico pelas mãos, se sentou na ponta da cama e colocou Nico sobre seu colo de barriga para baixo.

Percy poderia fazer isso de diversas formas. Nico de quatro na cama, deitado sobre um travesseiro, se ajoelhando no chão, em pé virado para a parede... mas, não, Percy queria que dessa vez fosse algo mais intimo e pessoal, pois ele tão pouco iria utilizar nenhuma ferramenta, como uma palmatoria ou até uma escova de cabelo. Ele queria que Nico sentisse cada palmada e a cada toque me sua pele, queria que Nico se arrependesse e se desculpasse. Entretanto, Percy parou por um momento e admirou a beleza de seu bebê, a pele macia, as nádegas firmes e redondas, a cintura e quadris esguios, o corpo que tremia conforme Percy acariciava a pele morena. Sabia que estava torturando Nico além do necessário, mas, no fim, ele teria certeza que a Nico não duvidaria dele nunca mais.

— Você está pronto?

É claro que aquilo não era uma pergunta, era mais um aviso. Percy não esperou que Nico respondesse e levou sua mão contra o lado direito das nádegas de Nico, e o primeiro gemido já veio. Ou será que tinha sido um resmungo?

— Eu... ah! Estou... faz tanto tempo! — Um gemido mais alto veio com a próxima palmada que veio sem avisar, permitindo a Percy vir a primeira lagrimas aparecer.

— Vou perguntar mais uma vez. Você sabe por que estamos aqui? — E então, mais uma palmada. Nico se curvou todo e segurou nos lençóis, tentando fechar as pernas. — Me responda.

— Eu fui um mal garoto.

— E o que mais?

— Eu não sei! — Nico gritou, sentindo a próxima palmada vir.

Percy estava desapontado. Quer dizer, as palmadas não eram exatamente fracas, mas não devia ser tão difícil entender por que Nico estava sendo castigado. Ele deu mais três palmadas, uma em seguida da outra e no mesmo lugar, e deixou que Nico descansasse por alguns momentos, vendo o garotinho em sua miséria extasiante; seu pequeno membro estava completamente ereto, a ponto de expelir, mas seu choro era tão intenso que Nico soluçava, ansioso e angustiado. Uma punição bem-aplicada em seu ponto de vista.

— Tudo bem, bebê. Eu vou te ajudar.

— Você vai? — Nico disse na voz mais pequena, doce e vulnerável que ele já tinha ouvido.

— Eu nunca teria vergonha de você. Então, o que poderia ser, hm?

— Eu... — Ainda chorando e fungando, Nico franziu a sobrancelha e os olhos, numa careta de concentração. — Eu estava com ciúmes?

— Não, não é isso. Você pode ter ciúmes quando quiser.

— Então...?

— É sobre confiança.

— Oh.

Ah, agora, sim! A expressão que ele queria ver, culpa e arrependimento.

— Eu confio em você. — Nico murmurou, envergonhado.

— Você acha que eu vou te trair? Te trocar por outra pessoa? Se eu não isso por dois anos, por que eu faria agora?

— Eu não sei. — Nico murmurou mais baixo ainda, as lagrimas voltando a rolar por sua pele morena. — Eu só... eu não consigo acreditar que alguém como você iria querer passar o resto da vida comigo.

Deuses, agora quem queria chorar era Percy. Ele pegou Nico no colo e o fez se sentar sobre uma de suas pernas, mantendo o pequeno membro de Nico pressionado contra sua calça jeans. Nico arfou no mesmo momento, seu membro e sua bunda dolorida sendo roçados ao mesmo tempo.

— Bem, isso não está certo. Meu bebê nunca deve duvidar de mim.

— Eu não duvido! Ah!

— Até que isso entre na sua cabeça, vamos continuar fazendo isso. De novo e de novo, até que não reste nenhuma dúvida.

— Por favor! — Nico voltou a gritar, sentindo o ardor se espalhar mais uma vez por sua pele.

Percy admitia, estava em seu momento mais sádico, eram tantas coisas que ele tinha que fazer e planejar que confessava, estava deixando o estresse sair por seus poros enquanto observava Nico gritar e implorar por misericórdia.

— Então, eu quero ver você implorar por perdão.

— Desculpa!

Ali estava, exatamente o que ele queria ouvir. A expressão de angústia no rosto de Nico era tão bonita que ele poderia gozar só de observá-lo. Percy continuou espancando a pele Nico e a cada nova palmada que era acompanhada pela “Desculpa!” gritada, mais algo dentro dele se expandia e se satisfazia, como Percy estivesse em um banquete com todos os seus pratos favoritos.

Isso é, Percy ficaria satisfeito em observar aquela cena pelo resto da vida, se não tivesse pegado o exato momento onde algo em Nico parecia ter mudado, em um momento Nico estava todo tenso e angustiado, e no próximo, bem... Nico amoleceu em seus braços, as linhas em seu rosto se suavizaram e os olhos negros se reviraram, logo em seguida se fechando no completo clímax. E se Percy não estivesse tão perto, mal teria percebido, o único indício era a pequena poça de um líquido contra seu quadril onde Nico estava se apoiando.

O que Percy podia fazer? Ele nunca disse que Nico não poderia gozar ou que não poderia curtir o momento.

***

Nico suspirou e se permitiu ser abraçado, enquanto Percy o consolava. Achava que ainda estava chorando, tremores fazendo os soluços se tornarem mais intensos do que o esperado, sua cabeça vazia e anestesiada, girava lentamente. Nico sabia que um dia Percy o mataria, mas ele morreria feliz e contente. Nada poderia o afetar naquele momento.

O que estava tudo bem. De fato, Nico não poderia estar melhor, viajando nas endorfinas que apenas uma boa sessão de dor podia trazer. Se desobedecer Percy mais vezes fosse o necessário para ser “castigado” mais vezes, Nico se tornaria o pior dos bons garotos. Ele queria rir desses pensamentos bobos, mas Percy ainda o segurava entre seus braços, ainda acariciava suas costas e ainda massageava a pele sensível de suas nádegas. Era difícil ter um pensamento coerente nesses momentos, momentos em que ele se concentrava em apenas obedecer. Nico sabia que assim que as endorfinas deixassem seu corpo, ser um bom garoto ou não, não faria diferença, porém, nesses longos minutos, sentindo as mãos de Percy sobre ele e lábios contra os seus, nada era mais importante.

— Shhhh... está tudo bem. — Percy murmurou contra seus lábios, o fazendo abrir os olhos. Nico inspirou profundamente e gemeu, sentindo os dedos molhados de Percy roçarem em sua entrada, a posição em que eles estavam perfeita para a penetração; ele sentado no colo de Percy com suas pernas rodeado a cintura de Percy.

Não demorou muito depois disso, um dedo virou dois e então a cabeça do membro estava tocando sua entrada, fazendo um pouco de pressão até entrar, deslizando na passagem apertada e o fazendo curvar a coluna, gemendo ao sentir Percy o penetrar completamente. Isso era algo que Nico não entendia, ele costumava odiar essa sensação do esticar de seus músculos, da leve ardência que o queimava sem o machucar. Agora? Ele amava sentir seu corpo se abrir e permitir que Percy entrasse dentro dele, um prazer que Nico não entendia se era completamente físico ou se também era emocional.

Nico deixou que mais um gemido saísse, sentindo a dor voltar com tudo, quando Percy segurou em suas nádegas, o fazendo se contrair todo.

— Hmm. Tão gostoso. Você gosta desse jeito, não?

Ele... Nico amava. Gostava de cada gesto e cada toque, cada palavra, cada movimento. Mas, Nico tinha um problema, tinha medo dizer o quanto gostava de cada coisa que Percy o fazia sentir, fossem emoções positivas ou negativas. Pois, ás vezes, Percy era um tanto... cruel, o dominando para além do que Nico estava confortável. Percy usava o que Nico dizia contra ele, ainda que fosse da melhor forma possível. Mesmo que Nico não quisesse admitir. E se um dia, um dia que estava muito distante de chegar, Percy o dominasse de tal forma que Nico nunca mais seria capaz de sair desse estado mental submisso e se tornasse apenas o que Percy queria que ele fosse, nada mais do que uma boneca de retalhos?

De fato, Nico sentia que isso poderia acontecer a qualquer momento, com o mínimo toque e palavras ditas docemente ao pé de seu ouvido. Sentia que sua mente iria flutuar para longe dele e apenas sobraria a parte dentro dele que vivia para satisfazer os desejos de seu dono.

— Bebê? — Ele ouviu ao longe a voz de Percy o chamando de volta, como se o puxasse com uma corda de volta para a terra. — Aqui está você. Tão bonito.

— Ah, eu vou... gozar... — Nico gemeu, estremecendo, Percy o segurando pela nuca e costas, afetuosamente, movendo sua cintura em direção a mais um orgasmo, seus ossos parecendo feitos de geleia e seus músculos completamente relaxados.

— Isso. Assim?

Nico não aguentava mais. Percy alcançou aquele lugarzinho dentro dele, a sensação vindo repentina. Em um momento ele se sentia feito manteiga derretida e no próximo, Nico se contraia, gozando, enrolando suas pernas ao redor da cintura de Percy e jogando a cabeça para trás em um grito silencioso. E sem ser tocado, expeliu, por longos momentos se sentindo esvaziar, apenas parando quando a exaustão o fez relaxar mais uma vez.

— Per. — Ele choramingou, seus nervos hiper sensíveis. A sensação vindo tão repentinamente quanto seu orgasmo.

— Está tudo bem. Estou aqui.

Um beijo foi colocado em seu pescoço, outro em seu rosto e enfim em seus lábios. E então, tudo pareceu ficar melhor. Sua respiração se acalmou e se coração desacelerava.

— Bom garoto. Tão obediente.

Se ele tivesse um rabo, Nico estaria o balançando de felicidade nesse exato momento. Pois era assim que Nico se sentia, feito um animalzinho de estimação que havia sido elogiado por um aprender um novo truque e por seu um bom garoto.

— Eu não sou um... um... — Nico não conseguiria encontrar palavras mesmo que quisesse, sua cabeça estava vazia demais para montar pensamentos complexos.

— Ah, você não é o meu bom garoto? O meu bebê? Papai vai ficar triste.

Isso era demais para seu cérebro cheio de dopamina. Nico preferiu fechar os olhos e esconder o rosto no ombro de Percy, se sentindo seguro e protegido, concordando com Percy ainda que não pudesse admitir o fato.

— Oh, meu bebê não precisa se preocupar. Tenho um presente pra você.

Nico ouviu um barulho de plástico sendo aberto e algo sendo colocado em sua mão.

— Coma.

Nico obedeceu, assim em transe. Deu uma mordida e prazer se espalhou em sua língua. Era chocolate. Bem, era um doce feito de chocolate que eles costumavam comer quando crianças. Costumava ser o seu favorito, algo que ele fazia com as próprias mãos para se lembrar de sua mãe.

— Obrigado. — Ele viu dizendo entre mordidas, contente em ficar exatamente onde estavam; na cama, sentado no colo de Percy com a cabeça apoiada em seu ombro e comendo seu doce preferido.

— Meu bebê merece o melhor.

Disso Nico não tinha muita certeza. Deixaria que Percy decidisse isso por ele, como sempre fazia.

Entãoooo.... eu decidi desenvolver melhor a relação D/s deles. Eu não ia porque mal tenho energia para colocar no papel o que já tenho planejado, então, imagina adicionar mais coisas ainda. Mas... acho que não vou ter outra oportunidade tão cedo para desenvolver esse tema especifico. Espero que vocês tenham gostado. Comentários construtivos me deixaria muito feliz.

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

Hi, how are you? I managed to translate the chapter just in time.

The chapter was going to come out earlier, but because of the holiday in Brazil I've allowed myself to rest. I've definitely given up on having a posting schedule, but I'll try to update every week. So, just come by once a week, on Friday, because if I post something it'll be ready on Friday. And, like, consider the texts here as initial drafts, okay? I'm still in my creative phase, and I love putting sub-plots and other things in the middle of the main plot. If I followed my original plan, I would have finished the story by now. So, let's relax and have fun. Thanks for being here!

Not too many warnings apart from mental health, I hope you like it.

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Nico put the pen down on the last page he had written and rested the diary next to his pillow, stretching his arms and neck. He had written more than he had intended. Well, Percy was in for a bit of a surprise when he read it. But in the end, Percy was right, writing had taken the pressure off his shoulders that Nico hadn't even known was there to begin with. It was a magical moment, as he put his thoughts down on paper, his mind felt light and empty, as if he was telling what was bothering him to someone who wouldn't judge him and wouldn't try to give him 'advice' he hadn't asked for.

Tired of waiting, Nico lay down on the bed and put his head on the pillow. Why was Percy doing taking so long? The next thing he knew, he had closed his eyes, opening them again to feel something soft slide over his body. It was a damp, warm towel that Percy was holding. Nico blinked slowly and then Percy's figure came into view, wet hair and bare chest, wearing only a towel as he gently cleaned his body.

"Would you like a bath?" Percy murmured, moving closer to him, making him sit against the edge of the bed. "I filled the tub for you.”

"I could." He shrugged, it seemed like a good idea. Nico rarely saw any reason to use the bathtub.

So Percy took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom, asking: 

"How do you feel?”

He didn't know. A slight burning that pulsed inside him, maybe? Muscle and mental fatigue? A relaxation he had never felt before? It was all of this together and more. In general? Nico felt good, or as good as possible, similar to when he hadn't run away to Italy yet, maybe even better, now that he didn't need to hide his feelings.

"I'm fine." Nico shrugged again.

"Do you remember our rules?”

Unfortunately, Nico remembered. Percy must have been referring to always being honest.

"I don't know." Nico said, trying to be as honest as he could. "It's all too new for me to have an opinion.”

"Nico.” 

He stopped and faced Percy, who now had his arms crossed.

"You have to stop this. Don't tell me what I want to hear”.

"What do you want me to say?”

"What you're really feeling. Does something hurt? Do you need anything?”

"Why are you always questioning me?”

"Because you're always trying to please me.”

"What's wrong with that?”

He looked at Percy, but Percy looked at him like he was going to explode. None of that happened, though. Percy took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, an aura of calm was present. It was one of those moments where Nico knew he wasn't going to win, no matter what he did. So he let Percy lead him to the bathtub and lathered him up slowly and leisurely.

"You don't see the problem with that? Do you?" Percy asked distractedly, his hands sliding down between Nico's legs.

"Things have always been like this.”

"That's why I didn't go after you.”

"I don't think I understand.”

"I discovered that I... can't control myself around you. I made you act this way. I put you in this perfect, unbreakable little box. No one should live like that, according to someone else's wishes.”

"That's not true, I've always been like that.”

"Really? It took you five years to say all those things to me. If you didn't feel comfortable telling me how you felt before, what does that mean?”

Nico turned to face Percy, who had a distant look on his face, and realized that this bothered Percy more than he thought.

"I don't like fighting. I prefer things to stay that way.”

"Like what?”

"No conflict and no drama. I don't want to have to think about every step of the way. I just want to be with you and... satisfy you. Isn't that enough?”

"I can't do that." Then Percy grabbed his face and slid his fingers to the back of his neck, massaging it slowly and making him relax even more. "How can I be sure I'm not hurting you or stopping you from doing other things?”

"That's the point, isn't it? You feel guilty about wanting the same things I do.”

"Nico, don't torture me.”

"I'm not." He didn't think he was. "When I don't want... this thing we have, you'll know. 

"How?”

"I'll run away. Not like today. But, like, as if my life depended on it.

"Nico!”

"You know, when people try to get close to me, I usually feel suffocated. But when it's you, I just feel free and safe, even if I'm scared.”

Nico thought he was losing his mind, looking like a lunatic on the edge of a cliff. But it was the pure truth, what he looked for in all those faces, wasn't the beauty or the deep green eyes, no, it was always that feeling of security and stability, the comfort that Percy's arms always gave him. For those things were hard to emulate; if only he could have found this somewhere else, Nico wouldn't have felt so controlled and conditioned to do those things that Percy criticized so much, even though Percy had never asked for them. In the end, he understood what Percy was trying to imply; things would only get worse from now on, and they would probably continue this game of cat and mouse for a long time until he gave in. What could Nico do if Percy was the only one who made him feel this way, so free and trapped at the same time?

"Nico." Now Percy's voice sounded all hoarse and firm.

Opps. He looked down and saw that his hand was in Percy's lap, on top of the towel, but in a very strategic place.

"Why can't you tell me what's bothering you?”

He denied it, not ready to say what he really thought to Percy. Although he knew Percy felt something similar or worse. Nico had seen how much Percy had tried to get over him with other people, before and after he went to Italy. So, deep down, arguing was pointless. They needed a consensus.

"This will lead to nothing. I suggest a truce." Nico said, instead of explaining himself.

"Truce? This is not a war.”

"So why all we do is fight and have sex? I'd much rather just have sex.”

This brought a little smile to the corner of Percy's lips.

"What do you suggest?”

"l will... trust you and do whatever you ask if you stop questioning me.”

Now, Percy just looked sad.

"I don't want you to feel bad and cornered. I just worry. I want you to be the best possible version of yourself.”

"What if I just want to be the Nico who wants to be with Percy and not have to argue?”

"That's fine. We can do it your way. You have to promise me that if it's not working, you'll tell me.”

"I promise.”

All Nico could do was hope for the best and try to keep his end of the bargain.

***

When they woke up again, the sun was high in the sky, the morning already giving way to afternoon at a milder temperature. They were still in bed, his head on Percy's shoulder and Percy's arms around his waist. Finally, the silence was lasting more than five minutes. They didn't need to do anything or be anywhere other than there, where they had chosen to be.

"Hungry?" Nico heard Percy say quietly, his voice hoarse with sleep.

"No.”

"Not at all? Sally will come here soon, to see if we're still alive.”

That would be funny. Nico could even imagine Sally opening the door and catching them in bed like that, naked and hugging. It would be great. 

With this thought haunting him, Nico disentangled himself from Percy and sat down on the bed, feeling slightly dizzy but content, stretching until he fell backwards, closing his eyes. Maybe he needed something to eat. When was the last time? Had he even eaten anything at the party or just drunk?

"Tired?”

Nico sighed and gave in, knowing that his peace was about to end. He lay on his side of the bed and stared at Percy, who didn't look happy at all.

"Not much.”

"You know, I think we should create a system.”

"I think--”

"Every time you lie to me you will be punished.”

"You said you wouldn't doubt me!”

"It's not a doubt when I know the truth, when I see you lying to me.”

"What do you want me to do?”

"Tell the truth or say nothing at all.”

"Oh.”

"Are you going to spend the rest of your life keeping quiet to please me?”

That was a good question. It was hard to go back into the darkness when you could see so much light.

"This isn't funny." He muttered, feeling something inside his chest spread.

"Yeah. Imagine how I feel watching you lower yourself, being less than you could be.”

"I don't do it all the time.”

"No?”

"Only with you.”

Then Nico saw Percy reach out and touch his face in a light caress.

"I hate what I did to you, what your father did.” 

"You didn't do anything." His father, on the other hand, was a different story.

"I molded you into this perfect person who is afraid of offending anyone.” 

"That's not true! I…”

"I want you to scream if you want. I want you to hit me, to curse me if you feel like it. To revolt. Demand it. I never want to see you so hurt again.”

Maybe Percy was right. But did he really have to do these things? Wasn't something he could see himself doing.

"Don't get me wrong. You don't have to. But if you want to, or one day do these things, it's okay and completely normal”.

"Normal? How can doing these things be normal?”

"Gods." Percy hugged him tighter and leaned his head on Nico’s shoulder. "You don't have to be perfect. Do you understand that?”

But if he's not perfect, no one will like him. How could Nico not be what he already was?

"It's all right." Percy said, but Nico had the impression that Percy was saying this to himself.

In the end, Nico chose to keep quiet. What he had to say wouldn't make any difference, and maybe Percy was right. If he had nothing good to say, he'd better keep his mouth shut.

***

"Gods, what has Percy done to you?!”

As soon as they got downstairs, Sally greeted them with a loving smile and tight hugs. That is, that's what happened until Sally saw the bruise on Nico's neck; a bruise that was actually a well-placed hickey. 

"Mom, you're exaggerating.”

Nico, poor thing, looked between them, trying to understand what was going on. And Percy, like a good Samaritan, helped him to understand it. As if on cue, Percy put his hand on Nico's neck and Nico moaned. Whether it was pain, surprise or pleasure, was hard to tell. Whatever it was, it made his heart race and something else wake.

"Oh." Nico then said, bringing his hand up to his neck. "I didn't realize. It’s very ugly?”

"I wouldn't say that.”

He heard laughter behind him, but preferred to concentrate on Nico, who was frowning sweetly and taking his cell phone out of his pocket, looking at himself in the reflection of the screen.

"Percy! What were you trying to do? Tear off a piece?”

"You are not the only one." Percy opened the first two buttons of his shirt and showed his set of marks, small nails and the shape of teeth that went down until they disappeared inside his shirt.

"I... I didn't do this! Did I?”

"And much more.” 

Percy couldn't help himself, he laughed and pulled Nico into a hug, kissing his cheek. But everything seemed to be fine, because as soon as Percy hugged him, Nico melted against his shoulder, hugging him back.

"It's all right. You can bite me all you want, I like it. "And the way things were going, Nico liked it too.

Percy heard a snort and turned to look at Sally, who didn’t seem all that happy about the display of... affection.”

"Percy Jackson! That's not how you treat people.”

"It was something mutual. And if you must know, Nico started it. You can ask Annabeth, she was the first to see. See here? It was the first." And, right at the nape of his neck, where his hair was starting to grow long, there was a mark that was beginning to fade.

Nico hid his face in his shoulder and Sally crossed her arms. And before another wave of complaints arrived, Percy hurried over:

"Permission to maim?" Nico nodded yes, too embarrassed to face the room full of witnesses, which didn't stop the cursing, laughter and protests.

"That's enough." Sally raised one of her hands to her face and turned to Nico, making him raise his face. "Are you all right, darling? How was the party? Better than old times, no?”

Immediately, Percy knew something was wrong. Suddenly, Nico opened his mouth, about to say something and then closed it, cowering against his arms. The worst part was seeing Nico raise his head and look at him, as if waiting for Percy's permission for something, keeping his lips sealed tightly. He heard another gasp and realized that everyone was waiting for Nico to answer. Grover, Tyson and Sally all found Nico's behavior strange.

All that was left for Percy to do was smile and lead Nico into the living room to sit with him on the sofa.

"What's going on, hm?”

But all Nico did was deny it and look down at his lap, refusing to face him. 

"Please.”

This made Nico look between his eyelashes at him and take a deep breath: "I thought about what you said last night.” 

"About not lying?”

"About keeping quiet.”

Something in Percy's chest tightened at that moment, and hoping it wasn't what he thought, he asked: "Why would you keep quiet?”

"You said that if I was going to lie, I should keep quiet, and since I have nothing important to say, I'll do as you say.”

Percy thought he had stopped breathing. 

He wasn't serious! Who would follow such a ridiculous order? He just wanted to make Nico respond in any way other than accepting everything without protest, he wanted to make him react and see what was going on. And instead, Nico decided to go along with it in the worst possible way?

"Baby, please. I was wrong. I just wanted you to react.”

"React how?”

"In any way you want." Percy then smiled, trying to encourage Nico. "Come on, you can shout at me. You can swear at me. I've done something very bad. I deserve punishment.”

"Punishment?" Nico tilted his head like a confused puppy and moved closer. He kissed him on the lips in a sweet, gentle kiss and touched his hair, smiling angelically. "That's it. Your punishment.”

Percy wanted to cry. Why did everything he said seem to come out backwards? Or maybe it was Nico doing the best he could.

"Are you punishing me or  comforting me?”

"If I choose the punishment, you have to accept it.”

Percy let himself go and hugged Nico tightly, hearing him sigh with pleasure.

"I don't deserve you. I just wanted you to feel free to express yourself. You've been kept quiet for so long that I'm afraid the same thing will happen now.”

"I know." Nico murmured softly, looking pleased.

"What you have to say is important, always will be.” 

"I thought that if I kept quiet I wouldn't have to measure my words.” 

"Don't make me cry.”

"You're so silly. "Nico finally said, the only sincere thing in all that. "I made that decision. I had all the freedom in the world, but at the end of the day, I still missed you and the way things were.” 

In the end, life was about decisions and consequences. He continued to hug Percy and understood, Percy was as lost as he was in all this confusion, he understood that it was a period of adaptation and soon everything would return to normal. Now, what that normal was, they both had no idea, since they had never had a common friendship. 

"I'm sorry." Nico said again. "I think it's a period of adjustment. I'll try not to take everything you say so seriously.”

"I'm very happy about that." The truth was that Percy was relieved, thanking all the gods and deities for finding someone so understanding, although he would have liked Nico to be more combative. 

Don't get him wrong, Nico was one of the most independent and responsible people he had ever met, but what Nico had in the way of independence, he also had in the way of emotional dependence. And sometimes that emotional dependence was too heavy for him to carry alone, although he was willing to carry it for the rest of his life if it guaranteed that Nico would stay in his life.

"So, are we okay?" Nico asked, raising his head and peeking at him shyly.

"Of course, baby. As long as you are.”

Nico seemed immediately reassured. And if that’s what Nico wanted, Percy would do his best to sort things out. Obviously, asking hadn't worked it, nor had talking or pressuring. The way would be to do things the traditional way. Not that he knew what he was doing in the past, but if it’d worked before, it would work now.

Smiling, like nothing had happened, he guided Nico back to the kitchen and sat down next to him at the table, discovering too late that everyone had overheard his conversation with Nico. What could he do? Nico's well-being was more important than the disapproving looks. He knew he would soon see the reprimand, and if making a mistake was necessary to put right what he had done, then so be it! Percy would never regret putting Nico first.

"Pancakes or eggs?”

"Pancakes." Nico answered him. So pancakes it was. 

This was nothing new. Nico's favorite foods were sweet, and the savory ones had a nostalgic feeling, from the time when Nico's mother was still alive. So, next to the pancakes and the chocolate topping, Percy placed a cheese croissant in Nico’s plate, along with a glass of juice and a cup of coffee.

It was incredible. It seemed as if nothing bad had happened ten minutes ago. Nico took the first gulp from his coffee cup and smiled like it was the happiest day of his life, diving into his sugary pancakes next. And just like that, as if by magic, the atmosphere was friendly again, Nico chatting animatedly with Sally, while he, Grover and Tyson watched, trembling for the next feast they would be forced to attend.

"Dude, thanks for letting me stay. My mom's back.”

"You can stay as long as you like, it's your house. Why don't you pack a bag and stay until graduation? It won't be long now.

"If a whole year isn't too much..." Both he and Grover shrugged and Grover punched his shoulder amiably, making them both smile. It was a good idea, especially when he and Nico left; his mother would be alone and Grover would always be a great company.

"Really! What are you still doing in that house?”

"Yeah! There'll always be a room for you." Tyson finally deigned to join in the conversation, usually preferring to stay away from the drama. "You already work for us, what does it takes to be part of the family?”

"Do you think working is smiling at customers and taking them to the right table when others can't?”

"Of course it is. You even wear a nice suit and comb your hair with gel." Tyson continued, all too happy to mock Grover, back to their natural routine.

"Shut up! That's not even a uniform. Juniper likes it..." Grover's last words sounded very low, as if he was embarrassed.

And well, who was Percy to interrupt such a sweet and happy moment?

He turned to his food and took the first bite of his eggs, soft and lightly salted, just the way he liked them, and took a sip of his strong coffee without sugar or milk, noticing that Nico had already finished eating and was looking at him with a little smile on his face.

"What is it, hm? Do you want more?”

"No. I like to see you happy and having fun with your friends. You didn't used to do that.”

"It's true. I told you I had problems, didn't I?”

"I didn’t take it seriously. You always seem so determined and confident.”

"That doesn't mean I was right.”

"Hm." Nico murmured, thoughtfully. "I never thought about it from that angle. I think everyone has something to hide. Some people just hide it better.”

"That's just it. The more things we hide, the better actors we are, no?" Percy couldn't help himself, Nico was being so sincere that he deserved a reward. He pulled Nico by the scruff of his neck and kissed him right there in front of everyone, a kiss meant for four walls.

"What was that?" Nico said as soon as he caught his breath.

"A reward for an obedient baby.”

Blushing from head to toe, Nico just looked at him, giving him a cute little peck, but not complaining. What could he do? If that was how Nico understood it, then that was how it would be from now on.

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So? I have the impression that Nico is becoming so dramatic… or is it Percy's view of him? Well, I think Nico thinks Percy is a bit dramatic too 🤣🤣🤣🤣 What's your opinion? Your comments help me to understand the weak points in the story so that I can rewrite it in the best way in the future.

Thanks for reading!

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

Hi, how's everyone? It's been a while, hasn't it? I'll try to get back to normal, but I can't promise anything. But what I can promise is that this story will be concluded when the time is right. Thank you in advance to those who have been worried. I'm happy to know that I'm making a difference to someone's life, even if it's just through entertainment. Short chapter, but as soon as I can I'll bring you another part. And thank you for your understanding.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII

Percy admitted that he wasn't being fair to Nico. It wasn't planned at all, he wasn't even thinking about having sex with Nico anytime soon. One moment Nico was all aroused and the next, he was pushing him away, like he did thousands of times before everything went to hell. But this time... this time Percy had decided to do exactly what Nico did to him. It was a last minute decision driven by frustration and desperation. If he made Nico feel the way he felt, Nico would stop torturing him, right?

First, Percy tried it slow and unhurried, strolling around town and stopping at Nico's favorite ice cream shop, then he drove Nico home, and kissed him only when they had privacy. Percy swore he didn't intend to do more than kiss Nico and have a peaceful night, the problem came when Nico kissed him back, all needy, and turned onto his back, rubbing that perky little ass against his groin.

There went his self-control down the drain, Nico smelled so good Percy had to kiss that soft skin, nibbling on the back of Nico's neck and nape until he found the bitten, reddened mouth, getting lost in him, undoing the buttons on Nico's shirt and then the his own to find smooth, hairless skin, flat stomach and prickly, pointy nipples, forcing him to play with them at length. He couldn't stop playing with them, hearing little gasped moans, Nico curling up against him until well…you can imagine, Nico tensed up all over and he had to stop, trying to reason through the dense fog of excitement that was coursing through his brain.

He tried to talk and tried to calm down, that irritation creeping up his spine. Percy wouldn't accept being made a fool of again. He didn't think, threw Nico on the bed, pressed him against it and held his hands above his head where Nico couldn't use them to distract him. What felt like a mistake, though the confession and the half truths slipped from Nico's lips like a waterfall.

Now, how did he know Nico was lying? Nico looked away and tried to break free in an attempt to escape. Nico didn't even realize what he was doing, still not wanting to face him. Because that was what happened when Nico felt he couldn't tell the truth, he would lie, try to distract him or run away, as he had did two years ago and as he had since they were children; when the world got too hard for Nico to handle, he hid, and it was always up to Percy to find him and make him face the reality. It was fine when Nico ran away from the rest of the world, but when things were between them? Who would go after Nico to make sure everything was okay?

Sincerely? Percy didn't want to hear any of that. He didn't want to know who had made Nico decide to want sex or who had traumatized him to the point where Nico was so closed off that he was forced to extract the truth from the one person who he never needed to have secrets. Percy was so tired that... he just decided to give Nico space, watching him cry on the bed as if he had offended Nico's dead mother.

It was too much for him when Nico said a "Don't you love me anymore?" How could he not love him? A few boys and sexual escapades wouldn't be enough to destroy an entire decade of dedication and commitment. However, worst of all was hearing “I just… don't like being tied down and…” Another sob, “It was awful when he tried… tried to penetrate me and…”, you know why that was awful to hear? Nico was lying again! His face was so...so...excited! In a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment so great that nothing Nico said at the moment Percy would be able to believe.

Unfortunately, Percy didn't have many options. He took a deep breath and said the only correct, rational thing he could, trying to calm Nico down, which seemed to make things worse. Desperate, Nico crawled to his side of the bed and straddled his lap, right on top of his erection and looked at him with those eyes full of crocodile tears that excited, rather than worried him, despite the anxious and anguished way Nico acted was a more accurate indicator of what was going on in the mind of his sweet and no longer innocent little boy.

Percy was trying to do the right thing, wasn't he? But it looked like Nico didn't want that. With them it was all or nothing, Nico's next line just made it all clearer: “I want you to touch me! I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, but… it hurt so bad! I don't want it to hurt. I want only you to touch me! Only you kiss me! Only you!" and who was he to deny what his dramatic, manipulative baby wanted? Not that Nico was fooling anyone there, but if that was what Nico needed to say to choking out the words, he would make Nico's wish come true; which resulted in something he could never predict: spanking, screaming and confessions that this time came out much more sincere, although he had the impression that Nico still kept things inside his chest.

Well, he wasn't worried. He would rip out every single one of those little secrets that Nico thought he could keep from him. Not because he wanted to know, but because Nico looked so relieved as every single word slipped out of his mouth that he knew their relationship would never be perfect until Nico confessed everything to him, exactly like it always had been.

He admitted that he wasn't ready for what came next, and he admitted that he wanted to make Nico suffer a little, which wasn't even close to what Nico did to him, even if squeezing that perky little ass was effective. Now he understood why Nico had run away from sex for so long, the little boy was so sensitive that in a few touches he was moaning like he was about to die and so tight that he finally believed when Nico claimed to be a virgin. Percy was patient and careful to get him to relax and then…well, do his best not to come as he slid into that tight, hot channel.

From that moment on it was fast. Nico could only moan and barely complete what he wanted to say, panting and whimpering, sprawled on the bed. Not that he had it any better, Percy gripped Nico's hair, holding him in place as he felt Nico shudder from head to toe, nearly throwing him off the bed. In the end, Percy hadn't been able to move much, trying to think of Nico's comfort, but it had been enough. A few moments later it was his turn, coming deep inside the most important person in his life.

***

"Good boy.” Percy had said, still inside Nico. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment, but when the sensitivity kicked in, he was forced to slide away, watching the semen trickle over his tanned skin.

He was still angry, slightly annoyed by the way Nico had made him lose control. But now, seeing Nico sprawled on the mattress as if he had run a marathon and still with tears streaming down his black eyes, Percy had made up his mind, he would never again let his feelings interfere with their relationship; he loved his little liar who preferred to hide what he really wanted if it was to ensure that people liked him.

Percy took a deep breath and let his hands leave Nico's hair, laying down next to him, about to get out of bed in search of something to clean Nico up with. That is, he would have gotten up if Nico hadn't whimpered, clutching at his arm.

"Where are you going? Am I forgiven?” Nico blinked slowly, looking like he was going to burst into tears if he didn't hear what he wanted.

What could he say? In the end, crocodile tears always worked.

He smiled, because he knew that always soothed his sweet baby, and leaned closer, kissing him softly on the lips.

"There is nothing to forgive.”

“Per.”

"Beautiful.” Percy kissed him again and again until Nico went back to relaxing on the bed, still on his stomach.

"Don’t leave me.”

"Not even to go to the bathroom?"

Nico denied, burying his face in the pillow. But he took Percy's hand and brought it to his own hair, in the exact spot where he had held it moments ago.

Percy understood everything and started petting him there, slowly and gently, listening to Nico purring like a sly kitten.

“We're not done talking yet.”

"Sorry.” Nico muttered, his voice coming out muffled.

“What do you hide that makes you hesitate so much?”

“How can you love me after this? How could anyone?" Nico finally lifted his head and faced him all tearful.

“Nico.”

“I feel like a dirty bitch who doesn't need to charge for sex but I do because I like it.”

"What's wrong with liking it?"

"I'm a sham! Everyone thinks I'm this... this pure being... and look at me now!" Nico went back to burying his face in the pillow and complaining, but it looked like his tears were ending. He must have been very relaxed to be able to get angry.

“Nico!” Percy ended up laughing and Nico whimpered back indignantly. He then caressed Nico's bare back and Nico surrendered, melting in his hands.

"That's not fair! You never take me seriously." Nico turned his back to the bed and faced him with an adorable pout, and realizing his state, he tried to pull the covers over himself. He would have made it if Percy hadn't stopped him, grabbed him by the shoulder, sliding his hands until they reached the back of Nico's neck, getting closer to him, putting their foreheads together.

"I do, I swear I do. I actually wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have treated you like that.”

“Treated me how?”

"Don't you see the problem?"

“Hm?”

“Nico, I hit you, threw you on the bed. I did something you didn't want.”

"I…" Nico blinked slowly, and it surprised him when Nico didn’t looked away from him. "I liked. It just… it wasn't a good experience when they tried to tie me down. I don't mind trying that with you. I got scared, you were never violent with me. I liked, though. I really liked.

“Don't do this to me.” Percy pleaded, trying to stop those ideas from forming in his head.

“I want you to hit me again. You can throw me on the bed as many times as you like. Just promise me you'll always love me.” Nico said, his expression all open and vulnerable, and unfortunately Percy knew, Nico wasn't lying this time.

"I love you. Ever. Even when you drive me crazy.”

Nico looked away from him for a moment and when he looked back at him, he was biting his lips, as if he wasn't sure of something.

“I want… want to please you… and if… if making me cry or making me scream is what pleases you… I don't care.”

Percy gasped, trying not to show how his body was reacting to those words, but how could he resist when Nico spoke in that almost innocent way and in the sweetest, most affable voice?

“I don't want to make you cry.”

“Liar.” Nico said, a smile beginning to creep across his smooth features. “I don't want you to hold back on my account.”

“You have to do the same.

Nico bit his lip and seemed to think it over, his small hands coming to rest on Percy's shoulders.

“I don't know if I can. How could I say these things?”

“You seem to have no problems at the moment.”

“It's because I'm… I'm floating on endorphins. I don't know how long it will last.”

"What would make you feel better?"

“I love it when you touch me anywhere.”

"Where?”

"In the neck. In my hand. The wrist. In the… in the waist.”

"Like this?” Percy slid his lips across Nico's face and kissed the side of his neck, applying light pressure there.

“Hmhmm.” Nico sighed, closing his eyes.

"I want you to know. You can tell me anything. I will be jealous, but I will never judge you.”

Nico chuckled all happy and sly and turned towards Percy, resting his head on Percy’s shoulder.

"Only if you tell me too."

"It's a deal, then."

He kissed Nico's cheek, got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned with a warm, damp towel, Nico was finally asleep, curled up on his side of the bed with a sweet smile on his lips.

Another scene from the past, when Percy and Nico first met. - Extra  - Getting to know each other

Percy looked around, making sure no one was following him, and left the empty classroom. Ever since his family's restaurant had become five"star, the stalking had begun. People who had never spoken to him now wanted to be his friend, his best friends started treating him like royalty. No matter where he went, everyone knew his name, trying to get a reservation on behalf of other adults. He had learned very quickly how to avoid these people who were now almost everyone he knew. And you know what was worse? These people weren't interested in his mother's food, they were interested in who frequented the restaurant. It was so unfair! Even to go to the bathroom the crowds followed him without giving him a minute's peace. Tyson was so lucky! He’d already finished high school and was about to graduate from college. Percy had no choice but to deal with the gossip and greedy, self"centered people.

Looking once again at the empty corridor, he put his cell phone back in his pocket and went into the bathroom.

Ah, finally. Silence. Just him and the urinal. He unzipped his pants and...he heard a moan. Right next to him. Percy turned his face and there were three boys in a circle. He saw that one of them was unzipping his pants and the others were already without them.

Well, that was none of his business.

"No, please. I… I…"

"You what? Are you going to tell your little sister? Your Dad?"

"Please!"

Percy sighed and walked towards them. His mother hadn't raised him to watch someone being abused.

He stopped behind them, in front of the mirror, and saw what was happening. A boy with the softest, most feminine features he had ever seen was trying to cover his face and was cowering against the wall, he was so small that reacting against those boys would have been stupid. The problem was that he was so distracted by the boy's beauty that Percy ended up missing when one of the boys grabbed his own member and pointed it towards the boy on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Percy finally said. The boys were startled and jumped away, covering themselves as best as they could.

"We... hey, aren't you that rich kid?"

Just what he needed.

"I said, what are you doing?"

"It's not what it seems."

"Oh, is not? How do you explain that?"

The three boys and Percy looked at the little boy on the ground, who was hiding his face and crying pitifully.

"You know what? I don't want to know. If I catch you doing it again…"

"You have no proof!"

"Are you sure?"

The boys looked at each other and after a few moments, ran off. And Percy Finally could do what he needed to do and leave.

That is, if the little boy hadn't lifted his face and looked at him with those deep black eyes, swollen and shining from crying. Slightly curly black waves of hair and the most beautiful red lips he had ever seen. Percy admitted that he had frozen, enjoying the sight. He, who had never been interested in anyone in his eleven years of life, found himself enchanted. And even when the little boy bit his lips and looked at him, still lying on the bathroom floor, Percy couldn't stop staring.

"You didn't have to." The little boy mumbled, shrinking further against the wall near the sink.

"I... was the right thing to do." That was the truth, it was the right thing to do, but what wasn't right was to admire the beautiful little boy, especially in a situation like that. He felt like a monster. "What's your name?"

"Nico. Niccolas."

Hmm... Italian. They say it's the language of love.

"Percy Jackson."

"Oh." Nico said, looking him up and down, his high cheeks getting hotter. "You're not going to do what those boys wanted to do... are you?”

"What they wanted to do?”

Nico looked down and Percy followed his gaze.

Oh, actually, his zipper was still open, but now there was a certain... volume there.

"I'm nothing like those boys.”

"Aren't you?" Nico still looked doubtful, even though he himself had a bulge in his pants. A much smaller one that Percy seemed to be analyzing more closely than he should.

"I'm not." Percy turned around, trying to convince himself, and walked to the urinal again.

He pulled down his underwear and tried to concentrate. No one had warned him that it would be so difficult to relieve himself with an erection on the way. Percy took a deep breath, relaxing, and finally succeeded. When he returned to the sink, intending to wash his hand, he saw that the little boy was still on the floor, watching him get close.

Nico had been watching him... go to the bathroom? Since the area was wide open, it was impossible not to see.

"Do you need help?" He said as he washed his hands, staring at their reflections in the mirror. Nico looked scared and embarrassed, while he himself was serious and almost absent, showing no emotion.

"No! I mean, I'm fine. Thank you very much.”

"All right, then.”

Percy dried his hand and turned towards the exit. He had offered to help, hadn't he? From then on, it wasn't his responsibility what happened to Nico.

***

Percy had never realized how big that school was. Two indoor and two outdoor courts, fifty classrooms, ten laboratories. Swimming pools, jogging trails and even a forest with a variety of plantations. It was a good place for anyone looking for a well-rounded education, but also for anyone looking for a place to hide. Luckily, Percy had found just the perfect place; deserted and quiet, right in front of one of the open courts. Best of all, the view from the stands was very limited, preventing people from finding him easily.

He walked calmly through the school corridors and arrived at his favorite spot, determined to make a few baskets on the court and eat something quick before the next class. Percy intended to join the team and didn't want it to be out of sheer favoritism. That is, he was just about to enter the court when he saw a black head of hair on the far side of the bleachers. Now, he needed to know who it was, and only then would Percy know if it was still a safe place or not.

Percy hurried over and saw that it was the same little boy as last time. He had a cut in his lip and the right side of his face was purple. Percy had the impulse to ask who had done this to him, but remembered it was none of his business. Especially since Nico seemed to be fine, apart from his bruised face, and seeing that Nico was eating a small feast. Percy could see at least four different kinds of dishes, all arranged in little bowls, the sight warming his heart for some reason. It must have been the way Nico cowered, trying to hide from him, but he still stared at him, smiling.

Percy watched Nico pick up one of the lunchboxes and, as shyly as possible, offer it to him, saying: "Do you want some?”

Percy found himself walking the rest of the distance to Nico, abandoning his backpack and basketball at the foot of the bleachers, and sat down in front of Nico.

"I brought it too. My mother is a cook.”

"Ah." Nico muttered and shrugged, picking up his fork. "I always make a lot. See?”

Nico then opened the other two lunchboxes and showed them to him. Vegetable pie with cheese. Meatballs. Calabrian bread. Cake, too.

"Do you? And your mother?”

"I don't have one. She's dead.”

That's when Percy realized what he was doing. Like a weirdo, he watched Nico eat as if it were the most wonderful thing in the world while the boy ate alone, having to make his own food.

"Your father? You must have one, right?”

Nico denied it and stuffed another piece of pie into his mouth, ignoring all the other dishes. "Dad's always traveling.”

"So...?”

"I learned from Mama before she died. Her food was the best!" But Nico said it so happily that Percy felt better.

"Who looks after you?”

"I have a nanny. My sister, too! She's the best sister in the world." Nico continued eating happily and Percy felt something in his eyes. What was going on? This boy couldn't be so naive, could he? So... happy? How old was he? Nine? Ten? He must be younger than himself.

"You really don't want to? I did it all by myself!”

"Everything? Did you even reach the stove?”

"Yes, I did! The nanny just turned on the stove. I have a ladder near the table and…”

"Yeah?”

"You're very mean. I don't want to talk to you anymore!”

Percy couldn't stand it, he put his hand around his belly and laughed. It had been a long time since he had seen something so cute and funny. Nico's chubby cheeks inflating like a balloon, his arms crossed, his lips in an even cuter pout.

"How old are you, eh?”

"I’m eleven! What's the problem?”

"You're so short and small. Who's feeding you?”

And again, Percy couldn't take it. Laughing at his own joke, he let himself fall backwards onto the bleachers, laughing and laughing until his breath died away and then came back, a happy smile remaining on his lips long after his crisis had passed.

"Are you okay?” Nico asked in a small, soft voice, making his heart melt.

Percy opened his eyes to see that Nico had approached where he was laing, sitting on his knees, all worried, his black eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

"So…" Percy said, trying to stop smiling. "We're in the same year. Why haven't I see you around?

"I saw you.” Nico said and lowered his eyes to his lap. "It's hard not to when people only talk about you.”

"What they say?”

"You get the best grades. You're the best at sports. You have the best girlfriend. That sort of thing.”

"Who is that girlfriend?”

"I think… Annabeth Chase? I'm not sure. I arrived a few weeks ago.”

"That's good to know.”

"Know what?”

"That I have a girlfriend.”

"You… don't know?" Nico tilted his head like a confused puppy and that got another laugh out of him. This time, Nico laughed along. He seemed to be holding back his laughter, but when Percy didn't stop, Nico found himself with no escape, joining in.

"You're funny.” Nico told him.

"No, you are.”

And like third-graders, which they both were, they laughed again as they heard the bell ring. Percy hadn't even realized that half an hour had passed, which was more time than he usually spent with his old friends. And what that said about him, hm?

"We have to go." He heard Nico say.

They really did.

In a hurry, he helped Nico collect the lunch boxes and accompanied him to his next class, discovering that Nico was in fact in the same class as him. Was Percy so distracted by trying to hide that he couldn't see what was going on around him? Well, that would change from that moment on.

***

"Nico”

"Hm.”

"It's time to wake up.”

Nico grumbled and snuggled further under the covers. He was so tired that he felt like he would need a whole week to recover. 

He moved again, about to put the blanket over his head when he felt strong arms surround his waist, but what made him open his eyes was the kiss on his neck, on that little spot near the nape of his neck that was now making him react more intensely than he thought he should. It was all Percy's fault,  his fault for the way Percy had touched him the night before and all those words.

Gods! What had he done? Had Nico really said all that things to Percy? Nico couldn't believe it! He sat up and looked around. He was still in his room, and Percy? Well, the idiot was stillnext to him, leaning against the headboard and with such a satisfied smile on his face that it made him wonder: Had he said something he couldn't remember in the night before?

"So, do you like being spanked?”

"Percy!”

"I thought I was the only one you allowed to fu-"

"Don't you dare!" Okay, Nico admitted that he was panicking. 

"I wonder where is the boy who wanted to take things slow, hmm?”

In another leap, Nico threw himself on top of Percy and covered his mouth with his hands.

"I take back everything I said. All of it!”

Percy licked his hand and kept smiling at him until Nico gave up and let Percy speak:

"It's a shame. We could’ve had so much fun…”

"I… I don't know." Nico had to look away, maybe he didn't want to take anything back, no matter how humiliating it was.

"Baby. Come here.”

Nico went, of course. 

Percy grabbed him around the waist and made him lie down on his chest, one of Percy's hands immediately going to his hair. Nico didn't understand why that gesture calmed him down so much, or why this feeling of tenderness made him want to tell Percy everything he hadn't said the night before. It's just that... he felt conditioned to never to lie to Percy, and he had already said so much… Nico wished he had a time machine to make sure none of it had happened, because only then he would be sure that nothing between them would ever change.

"I'm so sorry.”

"Nico.”

"I shouldn't have left. But when you told me to meet other people, I thought... I thought we would never have a chance. So why wait for something that's never going to happen?”

"It's all right. It's my fault.”

"I don't care who's fault it is. I want you to say that you forgive me and that this won't affect things in the future.”

"I forgive you and that won't change anything.”

Nico knew that Percy was only saying this because he had asked, but even so, the knot in his stomach seemed to loosen a little bit.

"Promise?”

"I promise.”

Nico pulled away enough so he could look into Percy's face and touched him there gently, caressing the sides of his neck.

"You know I love you, don't you? For real?" Nico forced himself to say, seeing a small smile appear on Percy's lips.

"Why those words now?

"I realized... I thought I liked you because you were my first friend. But when I was in Italy, it felt like something was missing. I tried to find it in other people, you know?”

"What were you looking for?" That's when Percy touched his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

Ahg, he couldn't look at Percy when Percy acted so kind.

"I don't know!" It was a lie, of course. And Percy knew it. “It's hard to express how much you mean to me. So when I don't tell you things, it's because I can't, not because I don't want to.

"I know that. But I need you to tell me anyway. I need you to give me permission." Then, Percy touched the back of his neck, pulling his head up to face him. And yet, when Nico refused and kept his eyes closed, Percy insisted: "Beautiful. Look at me.”

Nico did it, he did it because it was impossible to resist when Percy spoke to him in that firm, and at the same time, reassuring tone.

"I understand. You don't have to force yourself.” 

"I'm sorry.”

"No, Nico. It's not your fault.”

"I don't want to make you worry.

Because that was the truth. He'd always liked to go through life quietly and unnoticed, except that Percy had taken note of him and hadn't let him go ever since. No matter how much time passed, he would never get used to the attention Percy gave him and even after a decade, it still was strange, it was like  he was in a dream and at any moment Nico would wake up, realizing that Percy had been his imagination playing tricks on him.

"This won't happen again.”

"What are you talking about?" Nico asked, not understanding.

" I won't force you. Just… just tell me if you need to. Anything.

"Anything?”

"Of course.”

"Then, tell me you love me.”

"I love you.”

"Again”.

"I love you.”

"Again.”

"Nico." Percy smiled and kissed Nico, interrupting him. "What's going on? It’s about last night?”

"It's nothing.”

"I promise I won't do that again.”

"That...?”

"I'm not going to be... so intense or... you know.”

Why did Nico felt his face getting hot? And since that was the case...

"Why not?”

This was the moment Nico feared the most. Percy remained silent and stared at him for long seconds, giving him no choice but to stare back. He dreaded these silences so much because this was the moment when he couldn't lie, and if he couldn't speak, then he'd have no way of diverting the attention away from the truth. 

Yes, that was the reality, no matter how much he tried to hide it, Percy would always know everything in the end.

"Is this all because of shame? It’s the humiliation too much for you? Or is it because you like the feeling?

Nico didn't know how Percy managed to say all this in such a serious and composed way. Well, Percy was more right than he thought. However, when Nico got nervous, these feelings only came out in two ways: tears of anxiety or laughter. So imagine the scene where he started laughing out of nowhere while Percy remained serious and stern.

"Do you think I'm a joke?" Percy said and puffed out his chest, pretending to be offended.

"I would never think that.”

"I love you." Percy said, then hugged him tightly and stroked his back. “No matter what this thing is between us, we'll get through it together.”

That's what Nico expected. 

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So, how was it? I almost deleted the first scene, but since I liked Percy's POV, I left it like that. Thanks for everything so far. Good feedback is always welcome. Until next time.