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

Hello, how are you? I noticed that there was a part missing from the previous chapter. I've already put it in the full chapter, but it will also be here for those who have read the chapter before. It's a flashback to when Percy and Nico first met.

Happy reading!

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

Extra  - Getting to know each other

Another scene from the past, when Percy and Nico first met.

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.

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ShortStories - #1, #2 and #3

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

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

ShortStory #1 - The payback (Cockhold+cheating)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was nothing Will could do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you were too tired to continue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, sir. I don't deserve it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn't crying!

“Shhh, it's okay. See?”

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

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

“Hm?”

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

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

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

“Are you ready?”

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

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

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

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

“Look at that, baby.”

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

“Fuck, baby. I'm so proud. Fuck!”

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

“I love you, baby.”

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

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

I'm currently in an H50 rabbit hole, so here is my thought about McDanno. Danny never panics about his sexuality it doesn't matter whether identified as queer before meeting Steve or not, he just goes "Huh ok" maybe an additional "Fuck" because it's Steve but that's it. Steve, on the other hand, always panics. He's just a panicked gay.

Ligação

#desafiodascempalavras

Prompt: Fio vermelho, ligados pelo destino, alma gêmeas

Tema: primeiro encontro

Nico se sentou na arquibancada do campo de futebol e olhou ao redor, procurando por alguém, alguém que ele não sabia quem era, mas sabia que o reconheceria se o visse. Sabe, ele geralmente prefere ficar sozinho, com seus livros e músicas e videogames, mas hoje, hoje algo dentro dele o disse para ir até ali, falou para ele se sentar naquelas mesmas arquibancadas e esperar. Só esperar. 

Não demorou muito, mais a frente havia um grupo de amigos, jogadores e líderes de torcida, todos conversando animadamente como se só existissem eles. Nico não se importava, pois seguindo seus instintos que diziam para ele se mover, Nico fez. Ele se levantou, andou em um linha reta, descendo os degraus da arquibancada e parou em frente a um homem alto e de cabelos castanhos claros de sol.

 — Oi. — Ele disse para o homem.

O homem olhou para ele por um momento, parecendo confuso, mas no outro, sorriu para ele e… o abraçou bem apertado no mesmo momento em que alguém perto deles perguntou:

— Percy, quem é esse cara?

— Eu não sei, mas eu vou descobrir. 

— Nico di Ângelo. — Nico diz, ainda nos braços de Percy.

— É um prazer, Nico. Percy Jackson. 

— Annabeth Chase, namorada do Percy.

Mas Nico não se importava, ele só conseguia olhar para Percy e Percy também não desgrudava os olhos dele. Nada mais importava.

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

Mais um capítulo como prometido. O fato é que eu pretendia fazer algo curto e sexy e agora sentimentos foram envolvidos, e eu sempre coloco uma partezinha de mim no texto embora eu nunca tenha tido um crush no garoto popular capitão de basquete.... ou eu tive? srsrss

Boa leitura!

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I

Capítulo II

— O que você achou das primeiras aulas? — Percy teve que perguntar, apenas para ver a expressão de irritação se formar no rosto de Nico, algo bonitinho entre uma careta e um franzir de lábios. Ele sabia qual seria a resposta, mas nada podia se comparar em ver tudo pessoalmente. Ninguém poderia culpá-lo se Nico tinha se tornado bem mais expressivo nos últimos anos, como se o garoto tivesse se dado o direito de sentir e se expressar como bem quisesse, sem qualquer tipo de medo ou hesitação.

— Foi normal. Eu acho. Estou um pouco atrasado, mas nada que algumas leituras não resolvam. — Nico deu de ombros e continuou andando a seu lado, passando as mãos pelos próprios cabelos e os jogando para trás, evitando que eles caíssem em seus olhos; longos cabelos que pareciam brilhar no sol, longos e negros, porém, não como ele faria no passado, era um gesto mais expansivo e relaxado que Percy não sabia dizer como conseguia diferenciar. No fim, Grover devia estar certo. Ele estava obcecado.

— Com fome?

— Não muita. 

Mas mesmo assim eles andaram pelo refeitório lado a lado, caminhando entre as mesas e bancos até chegar ao balcão da cantina. Percy não poderia deixar de notar, sentia como se estivessem desfilando se fosse pelo jeito que as pessoas olhavam para eles; se eram olhares de admiração, inveja ou desgosto era difícil diferenciá-los, estava ocupado demais encarando o perfil do rosto de Nico, principalmente quando Nico levou os dedos a boca e os mordeu levemente, parecendo indeciso.

— O que você vai pedir? — Nico perguntou a ele, enfim o encarando.

— Um suco está bom. Que tal dividir uma torta? — Ele sabia que a de legumes com queijo era a preferida de Nico.

E só para provar seu ponto, Nico sorriu e acenou, pedindo um milkshake para si próprio. 

Era tudo tão familiar que Percy sentiu um aperto no coração. Por que aquilo doía tanto? Ele não devia estar feliz por ter seu melhor amigo de volta? Bem, Nico parecia estar muito feliz com seu milkshake e metade da torta de legumes agora que eles tinham achado um lugar desocupado para sentar, um leve rubor de felicidade se espalhou pelo rosto moreno, se intensificando a cada momento que ele continuava observando Nico mastigar.

— Você não vai comer? Está tão gostoso quanto eu me lembrava.

— Nico. — Percy reclamou, frustrado.

— O que foi?

— Será que você pode comer com menos prazer?

Certas coisas nunca mudavam. Nico olhou para ele com a boca em volta do canudo e sorriu, sugando o sorvete com vontade. Percy apenas balançou a cabeça e desviou o olhar, dando a primeira mordida. E Nico tinha razão, a torta ainda tinha o mesmo gosto, a massa suave e macia, o queijo que derretia na boca e o gratinado crocante por cima. Desde que Nico tinha ido embora ele não tinha tido coragem de comer essa torta, ela lhe trazia lembranças que ele preferia deixar para trás.

— Per-cy. — Nico o chamou, praticamente cantarolando, sorrindo, apoiando a cabeça nas mãos e piscando devagar para ele, seus olhos negros e brilhantes o distraindo por um momento.

— Hm.

— Você não devia comer com seus amigos?

— Por quê?

— Eles estão olhando para a nossa mesa.

Talvez fosse verdade. 

Percy desviou o olhar em direção a eles rapidamente e voltou a se concentrar em Nico. Eles não eram importantes, mesmo que sentisse os problemas se aproximando pelo simples motivo de Annabeth estar entre eles. Annabeth, Thalia, Luke, Grover, Chris e Clarice. Todos velhos amigos dele e de Nico. E tudo bem, talvez não fosse certo manter Nico só para ele quando ele não era o único que tinha sentido saudade.

— Você quer falar com eles?

— Nah. Depois. O que eu quero saber é, com quem você está saindo?

— O quê? Eu não--

— Annabeth ou Luke?

— Eu nunca! — Quando Nico fez uma careta nada impressionada, Percy confessou: — Tá bom! A gente teve um rolo, mas é coisa do passado. Estou livre feito um pássaro.

— Você tem certeza?

— Eu prometo.

— Porque eu não acredito em você? — Então, Nico se encostou no apoio do banco e cruzou os braços. — Eu não vou ganhar uma surpresinha dos seus ex-namorados, não, vou?

— Por que isso aconteceria?

— Pelo jeito que as coisas andam…

Percy não conseguiu fingir por mais tempo, sorriu para Nico e se inclinou em direção ao garoto, segurando em suas mãos, as levando em direção aos próprios lábios, as beijando longamente: — Eu prometo que nada vai acontecer. Eu não sou desse tipo de homem.

— Hm, sei bem. Será que eu devo saber de mais alguma coisa?

— Eu só tenho olhos para você, querido.

Isso fez o rubor no rosto de Nico voltar com força total. Talvez fosse porque ele ainda segurava nas mãos de Nico ou talvez porque eles estavam sentados lado a lado no meio de toda aquela gente. Depois disso nenhum dos dois voltou a falar e ninguém se aproximou deles, o que não os afetou em nada. Eles continuaram a comer e segurar nas mãos um do outro até que o sinal bateu e eles tiveram que se separar; Nico iria para a aula de história e Percy para a de matemática avançada, e Percy como o perfeito cavaleiro que era, levou Nico até a sala de aula correta, por um momento pensando em agir como o clichê que Nico tinha lhe acusado de ser e o beijar bem ali, onde qualquer um podia ver. No fim, ele se decidiu por abraçá-lo longamente e bem apertado antes de deixar Nico entrar na sala de aula. A boa notícia é que eles teriam a última aula juntos, física avançada. 

***

Percy mal colocou o pé dentro da sala quando uma enxurrada de vozes o cercaram. Parecia que todo mundo tinha algo a dizer sobre o garoto italiano recém-transferido, pois, aparentemente, ele era o único que sabia da volta de Nico.

— Eu te disse! — Um deles falou.

— Quem diria. — Outro comentou com bem menos entusiasmo.

E Percy? Bem, ele não ligava para o que eles tinham a dizer. Ele andou calmamente até sua mesa, tirou seus livros da bolsa e olhou para frente, feito o aluno modelo que ele nunca foi. O que Percy podia dizer? Sonhar acordado com Nico era bem mais agradável do que alimentar mais fofocas.

— Cara! Você não pode fazer isso comigo. — Era Grover, mais uma vez, que agora se sentava a seu lado e colocava a mão em seu ombro, o apertando e parecendo orgulhoso por algum motivo. Não era as palavras de Grover que o irritava, era seu tom de voz; era a pura zombaria. — Você tem que me contar tudo.

— E eu pensando que as líderes de torcida eram fofoqueiras. — Percy devolveu.

— Percy!

— Tá bom.

— Tá bom? Você não está se esquecendo de nada?

— Como o quê?

— Desde quando você e Nico são tão próximos?

— A gente sempre foi. Desde os nove anos de idade.

— Mas… como! Ele não estava na Itália?

— E daí?

— Cara. — Dessa vez quem falou foi Luke que estava por perto apenas escutando. — Eu me sinto usado.

Isso era uma piada! O garoto mais galinha e com o maior recorde de traições que ele já tinha conhecido, se sentindo usado! E só porque eles tiveram algo rápido durante a ausência de Nico?

— Eu pensei que a gente tinha algo especial. — Mas quando Percy se virou para Luke o amigo tinha um brilho estranho no olhar e um sorriso de quem estava prestes a aprontar algo. — Sabe quem não vai gostar de saber disso?

— Annabeth. — Grover completou por ele, agora bem mais baixo para que somente ele e Luke pudessem escutar.

— O que eu tenho a ver com isso? Ela não é minha namorada.

— Você tem certeza disso? Annabeth não parece pensar o mesmo. 

— Isso é problema dela e não meu.

— Cara, isso vai dar problema. Depois não diz que eu não avisei. — Luke disse e tocou em seu braço, fingindo ser compreensivo.

— Que tal você cuidar da própria vida?

— Se eu fosse você tomava cuidado. Eu lembro como o pequeno Nico costumava ser indefeso. E ninguém quer que isso aconteça de novo.

Percy olhou bem para Luke, tentando decidir se isso era uma ameaça ou se era um lembrete do que Annabeth era capaz de fazer para conseguir o que queria. No fim, ele decidiu ser apenas um aviso, já que no passado Luke tinha sido um dos poucos a defender Nico quando ele não pôde. Ele só esperava que o passado não voltasse a se repetir.

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Nico sentia que deveria ter feito a coisa mais racional e ter ido embora depois do clube de música, como qualquer pessoa normal faria. Mas ali ele estava, andando pelos corredores agora vazios com seu violão e mochila nas mãos, indo em direção à quadra descoberta que ficava mais ao fundo da propriedade da escola. Ele não era o perfeito clichê? O garoto novo indo encontrar o garoto bonito e popular depois da aula só porque esse mesmo garoto bonito tinha pedido. Agora era tarde demais, ele já tinha atravessado o colégio inteiro e se sentava nas arquibancadas, colocando o violão em seu colo enquanto dedilhava algumas notas soltas. Ele era um idiota, tinha evitado por tanto tempo esse tipo de gesto só para cair na própria armadilha sem nem perceber.

O que ele poderia fazer além de deixar as coisas rolarem e ver onde elas dariam? Ele deu de ombros e tirou uma caneta e seu caderno dentro da bolsa, anotando as notas e possíveis melodias. Não demorou muito, logo ele ouviu o barulho de uma bola batendo no chão e passos correndo para perto de onde ele estava sentado. Levantou a cabeça e lá estava Percy, batendo a bola no chão e olhando para ele, seu sorriso quase se estendendo a suas orelhas, como se a coisa mais maravilhosa estivesse acontecendo apenas porque Nico estava ali. Era por isso que ele não conseguia dizer não para Percy, como ele poderia quando alguém sorria assim para ele?

— Nico. — Percy disse, como se saboreasse o nome nos lábios, feito o doce mais saboroso. — Mais dez minutos? Vai ser rápido.

Nico deu de ombros e tentou não encarar os olhos de Percy, sabendo que seu rosto devia estar mais quente que uma pimenta, preferindo apreciar os ombros e braços definidos e descobertos.

— Tudo bem, não estou com pressa.

— Eu posso ver.

Então, Nico teve que enfim encarar Percy, tinha algo na voz dele que o fazia querer prestar uma atenção mais cuidadosa.

— Hm?

— Você está escrevendo uma música?

— Acho que sim. — Sem perceber, ele até tinha escrito algumas palavras para acompanhar a melodia.

— É sobre mim?

— Poderia ser.

Que sincero da parte dele. Isso só podia ser costume, era tão normal para Nico dizer o que viesse à mente sem precisar se policiar perto de Percy que essas verdades saiam sem permissão.

— Lindo. — Agora Nico tinha ficado confuso. O que era lindo? A música ou… outra coisa? 

Percy sorriu mais uma vez e a dúvida logo se desfez. Ele se perguntava desde quando os sorrisos de Percy expressavam tantas coisas e como cada uma delas era tão claro para ele, como uma linguagem perfeita, completa e sem erros.

— Então… depois?

— Eu conheço um lugarzinho que você vai amar.

— Você me conhece tão bem assim? — Mais um sorriso e um inclinar de cabeça, como se Percy dissesse “É óbvio, bobinho”. 

Ele revirou os olhos e voltou sua atenção para seu violão.

— Você não tem que praticar?

— Nada é mais importante que você.

Nico gostaria de dizer que eram palavras amigáveis e que Percy estava brincando, mas ele tinha falado com tanta firmeza e confiança que Nico acreditou. Sabe, às vezes os sorrisos sumiam, como se Percy quisesse que não houvessem mal entendidos. Era nesses momentos que Nico preferia fingir que não tinha escutado, que não tinha entendido ou que nada tinha acontecido. Era mais fácil quando essas coisas aconteciam por ligações onde milhares de quilômetros os separava, mas ali, a menos de cinco metros? Fazia seu coração acelerar e suas mãos suarem.

— Vai logo. — Ele murmurou de volta, tentando ignorar as palavras de Percy. — Está ficando tarde.

— Me espere.

Então, Nico esperou, ouvindo os passos de Percy se afastarem pela quadra.

O que mais lhe restava? Além de esperar e se comportar, aguardando pelo momento que Percy teria algum tempo para dedicar a ele? Nico continuou dedilhando as cordas de seu violão e não voltou a levantar a cabeça por longos minutos, isso é, até que alguém sentou a seu lado, permanecendo em silêncio até que ele se deu por vencido e a encarou. Era Annabeth, é claro, com seus intensos olhos azuis acinzentados e longos cabelos dourados, esbelta e alta, o olhando de cima, exatamente como ele se lembrava, o fazendo sentir como se ele fosse um inseto que ela não mataria por pena.

— Nico, é prazer te ver de novo. Como vai Bianca?

— Bem. — Foi tudo o que ele disse. Talvez ela ainda o intimidasse, talvez ela ainda tivesse o poder de fazê-lo chorar feito um bebê sem amparo.

— O que te traz aqui?

E de novo, ele era o mesmo garoto solitário e excluído, o garoto indefeso que qualquer um podia abusar. Nico estava tão cansado disso. Ele não daria esse poder para Annabeth ou para esse tipo de pessoa que quando não tinha algo, tomava a força.

— Não é da sua conta. Isso é dor de cotovelo? Doeu muito quando ele te chutou?

Annabeth meramente sorriu, o estudando, fingindo que estava por cima quando ambos sabiam que isso passava longe da verdade.

— Ah, parece que algumas coisas mudaram, então. 

— Parece.

— Você sabe que não vai ganhar, não sabe?

— Isso não é um jogo.

— Olha, eu não fui muito legal com você. Por isso, vou te dar uma chance. Se você se afastar, prometo que não vou ficar no seu caminho. As coisas são assim…

Que bondoso da parte dela, não? Será que ela sabia do que aconteceu todos esses anos em que ele esteve no exterior? Como Percy tinha sido o primeiro a retomar contato menos de uma semana depois dele ir para a Itália? E que no fim, não tinha nada a ser ganhado ou perdido? Foi por esse exato motivo que Nico preferiu ficar calado, observando Annabeth jogar o cabelo platinado para trás enquanto ela continuava a falar.

— .. cê vai se dar muito bem por aqui se seguir esses conselhos.

— Anne? — Alguém atrás deles a chamou. Era Silena e Grover, eles estavam vestidos ambos com roupas de líderes de torcida. Grover com uma calça de lycra e Silena com saia, mini-blusa e pompons na mão. — Drew está te chamando.

— Ela sempre está. — Foi a vez de Annabeth revirar os olhos e se levantar. — Acho que é isso. Faça um favor para nós dois, sim? Vai ser melhor assim.

Desse jeito, arrumando a saia e subindo os degraus da arquibancada, ele, Grover e Silena observaram Annabeth desfilar para longe, levando junto com ela a tensão que Nico nem tinha percebido que tinha se instalado. Bem, agora ele se lembrava de um dos principais motivos dele ter ido para bem longe dali.

— A gente sente muito. — Grover foi o primeiro a quebrar o silêncio, se sentando a seu lado.

— Ela não faz de propósito. — Silena se sentou do outro. — Não é pessoal.

— Nunca é com ela. — Nico murmurou de volta.

Ele nem sabia porque tentava. Agora, olhando as coisas bem de perto… talvez ele devesse ter continuado na Itália. A situação por lá era caótica, mas pelo menos era gerenciável. Ter que voltar e enfrentar as mesmas coisas traumáticas pode não ter sido a melhor das ideias.

— Não liga para ela. — Grover disse mais uma vez, enquanto os três observavam o time de basquete praticar bem no momento em que Percy fazia uma cesta e olhava em direção a ele, sorrindo vitorioso.

Talvez, no fim, todo esse drama valesse a pena se a recompensa fosse o sorriso iluminando o rosto de Percy Jackson.

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Obrigada por ler! Sua presença é sempre bem-vinda e se você tiver um comentário ou feedback para me motivar, mais ainda. Até Sábado!

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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UPDATE! Retrospectiva e planos futuros

Oii, como vai? Faz tempo que a gente não conversa, não?

Bem, eu estive adiando esse momento por alguns meses. Esse ano foi um período bem difícil para mim, praticamente fiquei doente o ano todo com uma infecção no fígado e o diabetes que rouba toda a minha energia. Por isso, acabei não escrevendo tanto e deixando de lado alguns projetos. Então, esse post vai servir para informar o que vai acontecer a partir de janeiro, e se eu tiver energia, talvez eu já comece em agora em dezembro.

Não sei se vocês sabem, eu mantive um blog de dicas de escrita durante mais de cinco anos, com quase dois mil seguidores, ele se chamava @escritoremaprendizado e @desafiodeescritadiario, com mais de quinhentos posts (em português, já que já muito desses blogs em inglês). Sei que não é muito, mas ele me ajudou muito na pandemia, só que depois de um tempo ele acabou virando um trabalho não remunerado, o que acabou perdendo o sentido inicial. Então, como estou com saudade de fazer isso, vou retomar esses posts por aqui. E claro, vamos continuar com os meus amados Percy/Nico, vou trazer outras história para cá, em inglês e português. Espero que vocês possam me acompanhar nesse próximo.

Eu só queria agradecer mais um ano juntos. Sei que as vezes eu passo uma vibe antissocial, mas esse nunca é meu objetivo. A verdade é que eu tenho muita dificuldade em socializar na internet, as vezes eu fico muito ansiosa e até deprimida por motivos que não tem nada a ver com vocês, mesmo que eu quisesse receber mais comentários e engajamento, ai eu acabo me distanciando da internet por motivos de sanidade. Então, se você se sentir a vontade, pode me mandar asks, seja sobre minhas histórias ou se você precisar de ajuda na escrita. Tipo, sei que raramente termino minhas histórias, mas tenho duas ou três terminada que ainda não trouxe para cá.

Enfim, nesse ano vou tentar ficar mais próxima do fandom, embora não seja uma promessa.

Sobre a retrospectiva...? Bemmmm, eu só escrevi um pouquinho e anunciei a "Amor de babá", (o que pretendo postar ainda essa semana). Vamos tentar recuperar o tempo perdido. Me desejem sorte.

Ah, então. Acho que não comento muito essas coisas por aqui, mas estou tentando ganhar dinheiro com a minha escrita, ainda que esteja sendo um processo lento.

Estou testando algumas plataformas. Como o Patreon, e a Tapas. Vou deixar os links abaixo. Se vocês puderem me apoiar, ficarei feliz, embora não seja uma obrigação. Ainda estarei aqui amanhã com um novo capítulo da "There's no place like home" como de costume.

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