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SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XXIV, Chapter XXV and Chapter XXVI

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

Chapter XXIV

"Ah, Percy Jackson! I didn't see you there. Have you been waiting long? I came to pick up Nico from work.”

No! Nico wanted to scream, he would never do that. But Will was still there and the threat had been clear enough. He was forced to let Will guide him by the shoulder and place him in front of Percy. He… he swallowed hard. Nico didn't think he had ever seen Percy like that; the man wasn't angry or upset like he imagined, no, it was such a neutral expressionlessness that… that made him fear the worst.

"Nico, you’re late." Percy stressed each word perfectly, his chest puffed out and his breathing deep and slow. Maybe… oh… maybe, in the end, fear wasn’t the right feeling.

Gasping, Nico felt a knot in his throat and walked the rest of the way to Percy, feeling smaller and shyer than he had in a long time.

“Lift your head,” Percy told him, and Nico found himself obeying without hesitation. “Ethan called me. He thought you needed help.”

Nico swallowed hard for the second time that morning. He was wrong, there wasn't an absence but an excess, a controlled excess of everything Percy didn't even try to hide. Percy just looked at him, his hot, stormy eyes fixed on his, making him fidget with anxiety.

Ah, why was this so hard? He felt… he felt that if Percy gave the order, at that moment, he would do whatever was asked of him.

“I…”

"Do you need help, Nico?" Percy insisted again and he couldn't lie. He merely nodded, letting out his breath slowly.

Percy offered him his hand and Nico accepted, Percy’s large hands covering his, guiding him to the car parked inside the large, solid iron gates, completely ignoring Will who continued to watch them.

"Hey, you can't do that! Nico and I--”

But he wasn't listening to what Will was saying, he preferred to focus on Percy's hand on his and the feeling that this innocent touch caused him.

When they got to the car he just… just let Percy grab him by the waist and lift him up, helping him sit in the passenger seat, allowing Percy to put on his seatbelt for him. Percy slammed the door and walked around the car, pulling away as soon as he sat in front of the steering wheel, his large hands gripping the steering wheel with more force than necessary. And the silence. If the sound of Will's voice turned his stomach, Percy's silence made him feel sick, made him want to jump out of the moving car just so he wouldn't have to face disapproval at Percy's every move and breath.

"I…" Nico said, trying to break the silence. "He didn’t do anything. Will just wanted to talk.”

"Hm.”

"He didn't kiss me or anything…”

"Hm.”

"Will, he wanted--”

“Enough,” Percy finally said, his voice low and gravelly, but in the silence of the car it sounded like Percy was shouting. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“He--”

"That's enough, Nico.”

Nico flinched, shrinking back against the car seat, the feeling going straight to his stomach as if Percy had punched him. Percy had never spoken to him like this, so cold, so rigid, so… domineering. Percy seemed to take up all the space and press him against the car seat with just his voice; it was like the man expected to be obeyed, demanding nothing more or nothing less. He felt like he had made a mistake, like a naughty little boy who deserved to be punished. And worst of all, he felt strange, like maybe he really did deserve the punishment.

And you know what was even stranger? Percy wasn't ignoring him, like Will used to do when they fought or like Hades did when he was angry. No, Percy still glanced at him from time to time in the rearview mirror and other times he even turned his head, staring at him before to get his attention back on the road. Nico just wanted... he just wanted to hide his face and cry like the helpless little boy everyone said he was.

***

The rest of the morning passed like a slow, uncomfortable but painless torture. Nico waited for the kids to finish eating, took them to school and when he came back, Percy was still there, in the living room where Nico usually spent most of his time. Percy sat on the couch right across from where Nico always sat – on the floor in front of the coffee table – where he would spend hours studying until lunch was ready.

Nico paused for a moment at the entrance to the living room and took a deep breath when he saw him there. He forced himself to take the few steps inside and picked up his books, placing them in a neat pile on the table and taking out his notebook and pens next. Percy just stared at him for a few seconds, returning to his reading, looking less… stiff.

"Have you eaten yet? I didn't see you put anything in your mouth.”

Okay, food… Nico lowered his head, pretending to grab something from his backpack and felt himself blushing. It wasn't his fault, when Percy spoke to him like that, all hoarse, deep and so serious it made him wonder… what else he could put in his mouth…

No! What was he thinking? Nico jumped and raised his head, Percy was watching him, his face still serious and not a hint of his usual smile. Percy should just want the answer, right? So why… Ah! He couldn't take it anymore!

Nico put his arms on top of the coffee table and hid his face in them, looking like he would melt in mortification at any moment! How could one look and ten words do this to him? Maybe Will was right and he just wanted to…

"Nico, take a deep breath." Percy touched his arm, his hands going to his hair, stroking it slowly. But this time that innocent touch only served to make him even more nervous, at the limit of what he could bear. He groaned, embarrassed and irritated.

"Then stop looking at me like that!" Nico practically shouted, he thought he was whining too, still with his face hidden.

“Okay,” Percy said, his voice softening. “Look at me, okay?”

Nico obeyed. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Percy. And if with his deep voice Nico couldn't deny him, with that soft voice that caressed his senses, he would do much more.

"I… I’m sorry." Nico murmured weakly. "Don’t be mad at me.”

"Okay, that’s right." Percy kept talking and touching Nico's hair, his hands sliding around the back of Nico's neck, pressing down there, preventing him from doing anything other than paying attention to him. But Percy wasn't smiling, still serious. Percy was kneeling next to Nico, his gaze level with his. However, what Percy said next made his breath stop. "I have to apologize. I have no right to act like this.”

"Act how?”

"I was jealous." Percy said bluntly, that deep tone of voice returning, intense eyes capturing his, making Nico get close to him without even realizing it. "I'm a very jealous man, I don't like other people touching what's mine.”

He blinked and took a deep breath, looking into Percy's green eyes. The man didn't seem to be joking, because in fact, Nico had never seen him so serious. Did he belong to Percy? Did he? Nico didn't know what he was doing or thinking anymore.

"I…" Nico didn't think or hesitate, he threw himself into Percy's lap and hugged him tightly around the neck.

Nico was actually doing it, he was sitting on Percy's lap and he didn't care at all, he needed this, he needed to make sure Percy wouldn't leave without letting him explain himself. 

So Nico wrapped his legs around Percy and quietly so as not to break the mood, he started whispering in his ear: "Will wanted to get back with me. He said you just wanted to play, that you would never... never be with me. That I just... he said he's going to talk to the police... I didn't know what to do. He didn't kiss me, I swear... I never--”

"Shh… it's okay. I believe you. Don't worry about it." Then, finally, Percy's arms wrapped tightly around his waist and hugged him, only then did Nico know he was forgiven, feeling Percy's lips whispering in his ear as softly as he had done, sliding down his face, brushing against his skin, stopping at the top of his head, making him sigh and close his eyes, feeling welcomed and warm inside. Nico wished Will could make him feel that way or evenJason would do, any other boy he had met other than Percy. Things would be so much easier and he would never have to feel guilty for feeling this way, as though he was doing something wrong every time Percy offered what he needed so much.

But it didn't matter. Just this once, Nico would let himself be rocked and touched in this soft, affectionate way, maybe when this was all over it wouldn't seem so damning.

Chapter XXV

Nico took a deep breath and walked into the house with the children. Ever since that incident with Will, things seemed to be… heating up and calming down at the same time, slowly settling down as the days went by. He couldn't explain it, it was like he was inside a pressure cooker and with the slightest touch everything could go up in a smoke. Nico could swear, something in Percy's eyes and attitude had changed, the smiles returned, but the intensity in them only increased, cooking and cooking with each passing day until… well, the food was ready.

And as usual, Percy Jackson proved to be the kindest and most gentlemanly person Nico had ever met in his life. Maybe a little too much. Even though he had the key to the house, Percy was always awake to welcome him. It was their routine, they had breakfast with the children, Percy said goodbye to them with a kiss and always had a caress for Nico, soft and discreet, but that made him melt every time. If it wasn't his hands sliding through Nico's hair when Percy passed by the room or got up from the table, it was that small touch on his shoulders that usually followed to the back of his neck. However, it was the soft and husky voice, all the careful and attentive looks, always paying attention to the smallest details that really drove him insane.

That day was no different. Percy had wiped his mouth, stood up and, smiling at Nico, walked around the table to say goodbye to the children. Then, Nico felt those big hands caress his hair in passing, Percy slowly moving away, climbing the stairs to the second floor, like nothing was happening.

He couldn't help but follow with his eyes the figure that disappeared down the stairs, Percy's scent already impregnated his senses, bringing together everything Nico liked most in the world; strong black coffee, books, a woody perfume and mint, all of this reminded him of his house in Italy where there was a mint and a coffee plantation right next to the window of his old room.

Nico looked at the children, trying to see if they had noticed anything and sighed in relief. They looked back at him, innocent and well-behaved, as if they were waiting for something.

"Okay." He said, confused. Nico looked back once more as though he could see through the walls and let out a breath. That meant nothing. Nothing at all. The affectionate gestures. The money. And much less this domestic and peaceful routine.

In the end, he decided it was best to just stop thinking and get on with his day. So Nico got up from his chair, the kids followed him, and they left the house and headed for the car Percy had bought for the kids. It was already dinnertime, which was ridiculous to think about when the kids were right there, eating and talking happily to Percy, while Percy responded, hanging on every word. In fact, he was the one who hadn't eaten much, playing with his food and fantasizing about the man who should have just been his boss. It was better not to think about things that were beyond his reach.

"Nico, do you want the cook to prepare something else? You haven't touched your plate. This has been happening for some days." Of course it was Percy who spoke, always paying attention to everything and everyone, or rather, his control complex speaking loudly once again.

"I'm not hungry." He said, keeping his gaze on the food, just looking at Percy made him feel guilty. And hot.

Seriously, how could he be so pathetic? How? Even the kids were starting to notice.

"Is it your anxiety?" Alice asked, all worried.

"Hm." Nico stated, which was a complete lie. Anxiety was not what he would call that desire.

Yeah, Nico had finally gone over the top.

"Did you take your medicine?" Percy asked and he finally looked at the man.

It was a mistake. Percy had a smile on his face, but it was that kind of smile. Percy knew exactly what was happening to him. How bad would it be if Nico said that he was his medicine? Nico hated it when Percy looked at him like that, all satisfied and in control. Because, in truth, he didn't hate it at all. So, Nico forced himself to sigh, shoving a forkful of some random food he couldn't even taste into his mouth, resigning himself to his fate.

***

It was one day that his pot finally burst.

Nico was there, minding his own business and studying for a change, when strong arms came around him from behind, wrapping around his waist. Percy's head rested on his shoulder and large hands pressed against his abdomen, making him moan in surprise. But that hadn't been a cry of fright, no, it was a high-pitched, needy moan that would make even Luke, the most perverted person he knew, blush.

"Now, now. Do you need help with that?”

Nico was embarrassed, but he admitted it. He had gasped, arched his spine and froze, shocked by his own reaction when he realized what was happening. He was… hmm… erect? Because of a hug? How old was he? This couldn't go on, Nico wouldn't survive.

"Nico?" Percy asked in that gentle voice of his, still hugging him from behind, his hands caressing his belly through the fabric of his shirt. But not this time, because Nico knew what Percy was trying to do; the humiliating thing was that it was working.

"Percy, I need you to stop.”

"Do you need it?" His voice sounded playful now, but he wouldn't fool him.

"I want you to stop.”

Percy let go of him and Nico turned toward him, feeling his throat tighten. Why did it feel like he was breaking up with someone else in less than a month? Maybe because he was. Nico couldn't jeopardize his own future and Percy's future over something that would eventually end in drama and lots of tears.

So, he took a deep breath, let it out and opened his mouth:

"Per--”

"I know what you're going to say. You don't have to tell me anything.”

"No, you don't understand.”

"Yes, I understand. You want me to stop.”

Nico stared at him and Percy stared back, his green eyes blazing. It was like Percy had expected this, the rejection and betrayal clear on his features. Percy didn't even look sad or disappointed, he just seemed to accept things as they were.

"I love you." There, finally Nico had said it. "I love you." He repeated.

“Do you love me?” Percy repeated in disbelief, a slow smile forming on his lips.

“That's why this has to end. If it were anyone else, I would take advantage of you and threaten you for money. I can't do that. I wouldn't sleep well knowing that I was the reason for your downfall.”

"Nico!" Percy laughed, laughed so happily and held his hands, his eyes shining with happiness. "Don't be so dramatic.”

"No, I can't take it anymore! I'm leaving right now and--”

"Calm down, okay?" Then, Percy moved closer and turned his face towards him, his hot breath against Nico's mouth, his hands pulling him by the back of his neck, his lips so close to his and… Nico couldn't! He placed his hand in the middle of Percy's chest, preventing Percy from moving any closer.

"I can't! This is wrong. This is so wrong! You gave me money and now you expect me to... to do this?”

"Nico!”

"And what about our age? How can things work out?”

"It doesn't matter. If you love me and I love you, it's not wrong, honey. It's just human nature. Hmm?" Percy leaned closer to him once more and the only solution Nico found was to get up and run away from him.

"Percy, no!" He walked around the couch and tried to put some distance between the two of them.

"Percy, yes." Percy whispered, standing up as well.

Nico swore, he felt like he was in a romantic comedy or maybe the beginning of a very cliché porn. That was his mistake, in his one moment of carelessness Percy launched himself towards him and caught him by the waist before Nico could run away once more. Percy grabbed him by the neck, pulling his head back and then his breath was against Nico's face once more, mere millimeters away.

"I want to resign." This time Nico didn't try to run away and just closed his eyes, waiting for the worst.

The kiss never came. What came was a disappointed grunt.

" You're serious.”

“I am.”

"Nico, are you going to let these people tell you how to live your life?”

"This isn't about them, it's about whether I'll be able to sleep with a clear conscience. I've barely started my life, you already have an established career. What if I need to move to another country?”

"I'll go with you.”

"What if I don't have free time?”

“I wait for you.”

“And if--”

"I’ll do everything for you.”

Percy seemed as determined as he was, but… but Nico couldn't do that to Percy or to himself.

"Next semester I'm going to college, but until then I hope you can respect me.”

Chapter XXVI

"I’ll do everything for you.”

Percy seemed as determined as he was, but… but Nico couldn't do that to Percy or to himself.

"Next semester I'm going to college, but until then I hope you can respect me.”

Nico closed his eyes again and when he opened them, Percy was still there, his green eyes staring at him and his hands holding him by the waist, stroking his hair as if nothing was happening. And since when was this something normal? Since when did being around Percy become something so instinctive, something so comfortable?

"Percy! You're not taking me seriously.”

"That's not true. I always listen to you, I choose not to agree.”

Nico hit Percy's shoulder, trying to push him away, which only caused them both to fall to the floor; Percy on top of him, of course, and he against one of the beanbags on the floor. Percy's hands broke his fall and his hoarse voice echoed through the room, the sound of Percy's laughter making that little part of his stomach turn and his heart start beating fast again.

"Come on, baby, don't be so serious. It was just a joke.”

"Is this all a game to you? Is this what I am? A joke?" Nico turned his face away from Percy and focused on keeping his breathing calm. He couldn’t help it, he could still hear Will’s words… “Do you think he’ll stay with you? Some useless guy who’s good for nothing?” Nico couldn’t help but think, to wonder if deep down it was all just fun and games, something Percy use to pass the time.

"Nico, darling. Look at me.”

In the end, it wasn't up to him to decide. Not when it mattered. Because, without waiting for his permission, Percy simply grabbed the back of his neck and made him look at him, so close to Nico and more serious than before, enough to make him tremble, but in a different way, almost encouraging him to act in the way that, deep down, he knew was what they both wanted. But there Percy was, just holding him gently, watching him, without hesitation or masks that could hide what was happening at that moment.

Which was a relief, he didn't know if he could say no to what Percy was going to ask. That is, if Percy stopped playing around and decided to take action.

"You will always be important to me." Percy said, finally being honest. "I will always take into account your words, your opinion. If it were up to me, we would be in bed and I would treat you the way you deserve.”

“I--”

Nico thought he moaned. His face so close to Percy’s, their breaths mingling, bodies pressing closer with each passing moment.

"Don't you realize that when I try not to take you seriously is when I want you the most?”

He understood. It’s like… he was starting to understand, because Percy was between his legs and even through the fabric of his jeans, he could feel the bulge and pressure against his groin.

"You…" Nico swallowed, his hands that were resting against Percy's shoulder slid down without his permission, stopping against his abdomen.

"I respect you, I would never do anything against your will. I can wait. If you wait for me.”

"Hmm.”

This time Nico had moaned, he had really moaned and he had even thrown his head back. He couldn't help it, to the point where he almost wet his pants. Almost two months of this, Percy teasing him and slowly torturing him until he couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't fair, especially when Percy hadn't even done anything; it was Nico who had accidentally rubbed himself against Percy.

"No, no, no! I can't!" He practically screamed. Well, it was more like a desperate whimper. Nico pushed Percy harder and crawled across the room, getting as far as he could only to lean his back against the living room couch and cover his face with his hands, focusing only on breathing deeply.

"Where do you think you're going, kitten?" Nico heard the laughter in Percy's husky, velvety voice, making him squirm, feeling even more miserable.

"Percy!”

"I'm sorry, baby.”

"No, you don't!”

"It's true, I don't.”

Then Percy's voice came closer and he knew the man was sitting next to him, but not touching him.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I never meant for this to happen. It's like those things that catch you by surprise, things you didn't even know you needed.”

"Hm." Nico murmured, his face still covered.

"I'm not proud of it. We... just fit together, you know?”

“I know.”

"It's so natural. It feels like I've known you for years.”

“I know.”

"So, you know that I love you? That I'm in no hurry?”

" I… know. " Nico hesitated, feeling his chest warm.

"Then you should know that I'm not the romantic type or to get attached easily.”

Nico nodded this time, trying to forget everythingJason had told him.

"And you're so good with children. Even Annabeth likes you, even if she denies it.”

"Please, can you stop?" Nico found himself saying, or rather, pleading. He wasn’t ready for this conversation.

"Look, I get it. I want you to know that this is a new feeling for me too and that--”

"Are you here if I need you?”

"Yeah, that too. I'm not going to change my mind. I'm not going to play with you. I'm not that person anymore, I have kids, a career--”

"So why would you stay with me?" Nico raised his head and looked at him, he needed to know if Percy was serious.

The sad look he saw on Percy's face surprised him.

"Because you're worth it. Isn't that enough?”

So Percy stroked his hair one last time and stood up, saying:

"I'll be in my room if you need me.”

Nico watched Percy walk away and almost followed the impulse to follow him upstairs. He didn’t know why, but to Nico it felt as if those words had been a farewell.

***

"Nico? Nicoooo, I can't solve this problem." It was Logan who called him, probably for a while if it were for the hand that the little boy was waving in front of his face, all anxious and frustrated.

"Let's see." It was a mathematics problem. "It's easy. You have to add from right to left, top to bottom. One plus five equals?

"Six!”

"Three plus two?”

"Five!”

"That's right, so we have sixty-five. See?”

"Ah. I had--”

He heard footsteps across the room and there was Percy, tall and charming as ever, his hair slicked back, he was wearing a tailored dark blue suit and carrying a briefcase in his hands.

As soon as Logan saw him, he ran towards his father and hugged him tightly around the waist.

"Where are you going? You promised you would have dinner with us!”

"A promise is a promise in this house. I need to go to work quickly, I'll be back before you know it.”

"Daa-ad." Logan whimpered and Percy just smiled. He stroked Logan's hair and picked him up.

"Behave yourself, okay? I'll be back soon.”

Percy sat Logan down on the couch and said goodbye to Alice, who was watching the dramatic scene, disinterested as always. She received a caress and a kiss on the cheek then Percy turned to him. Nico saw in slow motion Percy's hands come towards his hair and stop before reaching it, frozen in the air.

It would be funny if it wasn't so sad.

Percy cleared his throat, the kids looked at each other and Nico looked away, pretending nothing was happening. The worst part wasn't even the aborted touches, it was the silences that followed, they explained much more than Nico could put into words. Because, in fact, Percy hadn't lied, he was respecting what Nico had asked. Even more so if he could be honest. 

Percy didn't touch his hair anymore, didn't hug him, didn't smile as much and didn't spend time with him anymore until the movie sessions disappeared too, happening only when the kids were around. Nico just... missed him. At first, he thought this thing was about the physical contact, like Will had said, but now, Nico saw how much Percy talked to him, how Percy always listened to him and never judged him, it was only at that moment that Nico realized how the sweet and patient words had left a hole in his chest bigger than touches and almost kisses could.

"Okay." Percy said. He looked around the room, avoiding his gaze, put his hands in his pockets and also pretended that nothing had happened. "I shouldn't be back too late. Wait for me.”

This time, Percy was talking to Nico, he knew that. That's why Nico nodded and looked at Logan's notebook that was still in his hands. He flipped through it like there was something very important and only raised his head when he heard Percy's footsteps heading towards the entrance chamber. Sighing in relief, Nico leaned back against the couch behind him, letting his head fall back. When he asked Percy to stop, he thought that would be the most intense part and not... any contact between them.

With Percy it was all or nothing, right? He didn't imagine it could be so literal.

"Nico, are you okay?" Alice asked beside him. "What happened between you and Daddy?”

"What happened? Nothing happened. These are adult things, you don't need to worry.”

"Are you leaving?" Logan asked.

"I…" Nico thought about lying to them and saying he would stay forever. He wouldn’t want them to do that to him, so… "I will, but not now. Next semester. Did you know I’m working to save money for college, right?”

Both children waved, moving closer to Nico, each from one side.

"Now I have enough money, your father--”

"He's very generous. That's what everyone says!" Logan told him.

"Yes, he is.”

"Don't listen to what Daddy says." Surprised, he heard Alice tell him. She held his hand and looked at him deeply with those green eyes as intense as Percy's. "He's not usually so... mean.”

Nico opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. What could he say? That he really liked this evil side when Percy was focusing it on him?

"He's lonely and he's always put us first. But I think... I think he deserves company too. I don't mind if you and Daddy go out.”

"What? No. Nothing is going on between us. It's serious.”

"Are you going to be our mother?" Logan asked in his innocence, his bright blue eyes watching him with joy. But if even he had noticed, it meant that the innocent one was himself.

"Logan, I could never replace your mother.”

"Why? You're much better than her.”

“I…”

"You don't like Daddy?" Alice said again. "I thought you did.”

"It's not about liking.”

“So, you like him?” She insisted, leaning closer to him, just like Percy would do.

Nico found himself laughing and hugging them both by the shoulders, really tight.

"It was Percy who asked you to say that, I'm sure.”

"Well… he’s been so sad. I swear daddy didn’t say anything.”

"Alice." He scolded her.

"Maybe he said something…”

"What would that be?”

"Like... he's been sleeping a lot. Eating little. Distracted. It's been a while since I've seen daddy like this.”

"What does this have to do with me?”

"You're distracted, too.”

"You even burned the soup the other day!" Logan finished for Alice.

"Children, you are exaggerating.”

"So why don't you guys talk anymore? Why don't you stay in the same room for more than five minutes?”

"I…" Yeah, Nico had no excuse for that. "It doesn’t matter. What matters is your well-being.”

"It's okay if you change your mind one day.”

"Yes! We love you very, very much!" Logan said and hugged him tightly around the waist, Alice followed, hugging him on the other side. Nico was left to return the gesture of affection. But he and Percy would have a good talk, that's for sure.

Today was a big chapter. As always, I appreciate your feedback! If you want, I'd love to hear from you.

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

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

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

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

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

Boa leitura!

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Olha, não é o que você pensa. 

— Eu sei de tudo. Nico me contou. 

— Tudo? O que seria esse tudo? 

— Não tente me enganar. 

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

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

— Ele o quê? 

— Você sabe... 

— Não, eu não sei. 

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

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

— Vou fazer as coisas do jeito certo dessa vez.  

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

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

— Percy, eu te proíbo de-- 

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

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

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

— O quê? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*** 

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

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

— Mãe, a gente conversou sobre isso. 

— Eu preciso-- 

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

— Per-- 

— Me prometa. Estou falando sério. 

— Perseu Jackson! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Se comporte.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Eu garanto que sim. 

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

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

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

— Que seria...? 

— Você vai descobrir. Logo. 

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

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

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

*** 

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

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

— Bebê? Tudo bem? 

— Hm. Só estou cansado. 

— A gente tá quase chegando. 

— Ta bom. 

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

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

— Lindo. Levanta a perna. 

— Oh. 

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

— Os braços. 

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

— Melhor? Um pouco de água? 

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

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

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

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

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

— Eu... não fala assim comigo. 

— Assim como? 

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

— Eu sempre fiz isso. O que mudou agora? 

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

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

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

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

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

— Eu sei disso. Nunca duvidei disso. 

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

Esse não. Será que ele estava encrencado? 

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

Até a proxima!

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Writing Characters With ADHD

...From someone with adhd.

I very rarely see books with well written characters with ADHD, and when I do, it’s always represented the same way. It ISN’T, ‘yeah so I was at Jane’s house on- oh, look, a squirrel!’.

Here’s what (in my experience), it IS:

there’s a common stereotype that people with ADHD talk a lot- but no one ever mentions that we talk fast

bouncing your leg a lot when seated

losing your train of thought often, and getting sidetracked trying to find it again.

forgetting instructions relayed seconds before

repeating a story without realizing it in conversations (‘did I tell you about..’)

feeling that ‘tired yet wired’ feeling at the end of a long day

accidentally talking over people often

having really poor time management skills. constantly misjudging how much time certain tasks will take. losing track of time often

Iiking distraction (i.e. usually having an earbud in)

leaving projects until the last minute and then doing them at the speed of light

NOTE: the absolute worst thing you can do is make having ADHD a characters only trait. They should be a full, interesting character who just happens to have ADHD. Here’s an easy test to see if you’ve done it right: If you ‘take away’ the ADHD and the character has no defining traits? You’ve done it wrong.

Again. This is my experience and therefore may not apply to everyone, but I just thought I’d share in case it helps anyone out!

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!

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— 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 XXVII

Hi, how are you? This will be the last chapter of the year, we'll be back on January 6th, although we'll still have posts on writing tips in Portuguese this week (because there are plenty in English) and another post on the creative prompt.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV / CHAPTER XV / CHAPTER XVI / CHAPTER XVII / CHAPTER XVIII / CHAPTER XIX / CHAPTER XX / CHAPTER XXI / CHAPTER XXII / CHAPTER XXIII / CHAPTER XXIV / CHAPTER XXV /CHAPTER XXVI

Percy slowly moved away from the bed and walked towards the wardrobe. He still couldn't believe what he had done. Nico wasn't like Luke, or like any other boy, where Percy would have some fun and then leave, without caring about the consequences. No, with Nico, extra care was necessary, he needed time and attention, to be treated in the right way and at the right pace so that in his haste, Percy wouldn't ruin everything. That was why he couldn't let himself get carried away like that, having more fun than he should with Nico's reaction and discomfort, watching Nico get more excited with each passing moment without even knowing what he was doing.

Did Nico realize how easily he could enter that state of submission? His pupils dilated, his face flushed, and even his posture changed, bowing slightly, the mood changing drastically as Nico transformed into that completely obedient and sweet being, something even the other people around him noticed. The worst? Percy transformed with him, bringing out his worst side.

Thankfully, all of this has been put on hold for the time being. Percy made sure to keep those memories inside the box Apollo had given him, along with the collar and the other objects. In the meantime, he kept the box on top of the desk next to the bed, out of sight but close enough if they decided to take it a step further than they were both comfortable at the moment.

"Per?" It was Nico who called him, the only one who used that nickname or said his name so sweetly.

Nico was sitting on the bed, fingering his necklace with the same hand that held his engagement ring. He had that same lost look and flushed face, even though they had just showered and gotten dressed for school. Percy decided to ignore the urge to pin Nico against the bed and give them what they both wanted, and just smiled, content to watch Nico.

"What's wrong, baby?”

"We... is everything okay?”

"Of course it is.”

"So why haven't you touched me since... since the collar?”

Percy stopped and thought, “Hm. That was true.” It hadn’t been a conscious thing or to punish Nico. Percy just thought it would be good to have a few moments to breathe a little.

"Don't worry, hmm ? Give me a kiss.”

Percy walked back to the bed and knelt between Nico's legs, getting to his height, and kissed him. Something sweet and soft. Percy didn't intend to turn the kiss into anything more than a passing caress. The problem was Nico and his sweet moans, the way he parted his lips and gasped, wrapping his legs around Percy’s wais, pulling him up, inviting him to lie on top of Nico. When Percy saw it, he had grabbed Nico by the hair and rubbed his tongue against Nico's, swallowing his moans.

Moving away from Nico was like surfacing after long hours of swimming, he felt like he could go on for a while longer, but that it wouldn't be good for him if he tried it. So he pulled his lips away from Nico's, took a deep breath and slowly moved his head away. He propped one knee on the edge of the bed and inhaled, forcing his heart to beat at a normal pace. And Nico? He was lying down, sprawled in the middle of the sheets, breathing just as deeply as he was, but completely happy and content to stay exactly where he was, blinking slowly as he watched Percy walk away.

It seems like he would have to be the adult there.

Percy practically threw himself out of bed, then grabbed Nico's shoes and put them on Nico's feet, tying the laces. He got up, went to the wardrobe and grabbed their jackets. He helped Nico sit on the bed and finally put one of them on Nico who just raised his arms, allowing himself to be dressed.

If he could, Percy would stay home today and make sure Nico stayed in his happy, content bubble of pleasure. That is, if it weren't for the exams coming up. They had studied too hard to let everything be ruined now.

"You didn't have to do that." Nico said, his face heating up, seeming to come back to reality.

Percy just looked at him and smiled, picking up their bags from the floor, Nico's guitar, and took Nico's hand that was now reluctantly dragging itself across the carpet, Percy guiding him out of the room towards the exit door.

***

Percy sat down on the bench and closed his eyes for a moment. Preparation for finals was starting and the teachers were determined to make his life miserable. Seven papers, surprise tests and group presentations, everything he didn't need right now. If he could just have a moment to catch his breath he was sure that—

"... cy ? Percy!”

"Hm?”

"You didn't listen to anything I said!”

Percy tried not to roll his eyes, but it seemed to be in vain. Luke was trying to say something that must be very important, Percy was sure. Something about the team, or probably about graduation. In fact, in his absence, Luke was proving to be a great leader, a good friend and someone he could trust even if the jealousy always got the better of him.

"I know you're busy with Nico and the future of your perfect life. But can you pay attention to me?”

Percy smiled at Luke and hugged him around the neck, reminding him of the thousands of nights where loneliness made him seek refuge in those same arms, but that no matter how hard Luke tried, it would never be enough for Percy. The reality is that beneath the flirting and fun, Luke was just another person looking for a place to belong.

"You don't need me. You never did.”

"Percy! I'm serious.”

“Me too,” Percy said. He turned to Luke and cupped his face, admiring him in a way Percy rarely did. It was a shame he already loved Nico. Luke deserved someone who loved him as much as he loved Nico. “I’m quitting the team this week.”

"What? Why now? So close to graduation?”

"It's a surprise. I'm not going to go to college here.”

"You can't drop everything because of him!”

"I received a good offer in Italy.”

"Are you sure? You tried so hard.”

“You deserve it more than me.”

"Me? What do I have to do with this?" Luke pulled away, leaning back, and scratched his head, completely confused.

"You'll make a great captain.”

“I…” Luke stuttered and stopped talking, and Percy could see real emotion flash across Luke's face for the first time in a while. “You don’t have to quit the team. We need you if we want to win.”

"Hm. Maybe. If you insist.”

***

In the end, Percy was defeated by sheer exhaustion, he would be vice captain while Luke would take his place. The coach seemed proud of them for some reason, and nothing really seemed to change, even though he didn't go to all the practices anymore. Without the practices, Percy had more time to talk to his mother and plan the next steps, like college and marriage. A house. But without Nico realizing that something very drastic was happening.

"Come to the next training practice.”

"Do I really need to?" Percy said to Luke and then turned to Grover who was beside him, hugging Juniper. Grover shrugged and Juniper smiled, the cheerleader just hugged Grover tighter and rested her head on his shoulder.

"The first game is in eight days. Please.”

"Just because you asked nicely.”

Percy ruffled Luke's hair, and Luke stood up, taking his bag and the clipboard with him. He watched Luke march out of the courtyard and saw Nico appear shortly after with his bag and guitar slung over his shoulder. An unusual sight. Nico would be at band practice at this time, getting ready for his performance at the prom, not here, looking like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road. Before Nico could disappear into the crowd of teenagers, Percy ran towards him, grabbing Nico by the shoulder, turning him towards himself.

“What happened?”

Percy could tell immediately that something was wrong. He touched Nico's face and turned it towards him, moving it in different angles. He felt around Nico's neck and ran his fingers down Nico's shoulders, finding nothing wrong. That is, until Nico looked at him through his eyelashes and blinked slowly in his direction.

"Nothing happened. Today's practice was canceled. The teacher was absent. Everyone was going out to eat... I rather stay here.”

"What happened on the way here?”

"It was nothing, I swear.”

Percy thought about continuing with his questions, but then he remembered his promise not to question Nico's actions. He would trust his baby.

"Do you want to rest a little or do you want to go home?”

He knew it wasn't fair, testing how dependent Nico really was on him. Imagine his relief when he saw Nico stop and think for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowing and a pout of concentration appearing on his lips. Nico was taking a huge weight off Percy's shoulders without even knowing it; not because it was hard for Percy to keep deciding everything for the two of them, but because, this way, Percy knew he wasn't hurting Nico in any way or deepening any kind of trauma.

"Can we rest a little and then study?”

Percy groaned, already regretting asking. Nico could deny it, but he loved torturing him with endless study sessions. Percy was sure of it.

"Seriously? Is that all you think about?”

All Nico did was laugh, all delicate, and hold onto the strap of his backpack, acting cute and innocent.

"What's the problem? It'll be good for you. This way, we'll be training for college. "Nico continued smiling, using a very soft and gentle voice, and held his hands, making him forget the complaint that was about to come.

See? And then people called him manipulative and cold. That's because they never paid attention to what Nico did. Percy smiled back and took the backpack and guitar from Nico's shoulder, walking towards the benches in the open courtyard. He knew how much Nico liked to lie in the sunlight.

It was not a common sight, him sitting on the bench in the middle of the courtyard and Nico with his head in his lap. Nico had his eyes closed and was breathing calmly, while Percy massaged his hair, slowly and carefully, touching his small, soft ears, his long neck, the fragrant nape of his neck.

"Stop looking at me like that." Nico said with his eyes still closed, although Percy could feel his face between his hands slowly warming up.

"How am I looking at you?”

"Like I would run away.”

"That's not why I'm looking at you." Percy continued touching Nico's skin, running his fingers down Nico's neck, and stopping with his hand on the choker, finally leaning over Nico, kissing him softly on the leather. Percy raises his lips and finds that piece of skin, right behind Nico's ear, which makes the boy shiver from head to toe.

Of course this is the moment where Luke yells for them to find a room.

“Where did he come from?” Nico says, and something in his voice makes Percy stop and look at him, seeing Nico open his eyes softly. Percy could force himself to believe that nothing was wrong, but... it was so obvious. “I saw you hugging Luke.”

So, that was it.

"He's just a friend.”

"I don't like this." At this moment, Nico really looked at him and emphasized every word. "Just a friend? Just like he was when I was in Italy, is that it?”

"Wow." Percy was speechless. It was kind of funny, even if deep down Nico was right. Any friend could have become more when Nico was on the other side of the world and Percy was there, alone and lonely.

"Wasn't that what you did?”

“You’re right,” Percy said, trying to calm his fussy baby. “I didn’t know this was a problem.”

"You didn't act any different than me when I told you about my ex-boyfriend.”

Hm. That was true. As always, Nico was right.

Percy thought about justifying himself and saying that they were angry for different reasons. He didn't understand why Nico had to go looking for sex on the other side of the world and Nico didn't like that Percy had tried to replace him with the first person who appeared.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I swear that's in the past. I promise it won't happen again.”

“Have you had sex with other people or touching your “friends” is something usual?”

This time, Percy couldn't hold it in. He threw his head back and laughed. Gods! He missed Nico so much, the senseless jealousy and obsession they both had for each other. Even though he understood it was wrong, it was like coming home after a long, tiring day.

"Both. I won't do either without your consent.”

Then the cutest thing happened. Like the baby that Nico was, he pouted and puffed out his cheeks, showing his displeasure, and then he turned to the side, hiding his face in Percy’s belly.

"Sometimes I hate you. I hate this feeling that eats away inside of me. I want you all to myself. I know you do these things on purpose!" Nico raised his voice and sank even deeper into his lap, rubbing himself against Percy a little too much.

Now, who was doing what they shouldn't have done on purpose?

"Baby, I swear. I didn't do this--”

"Percy, it's been a while.”

Damn! Did she have to show up right now?

For a moment the voices around the courtyard seemed to fall silent, and there was a strange silence, as if the other people had frozen in place to listen better and see what would happen. Even Nico seemed to stop breathing, tensing in his arms and turning his back to Annabeth . And just when he said he wouldn't do those things...

"Per-cy!”

"You don't need to shout, everyone can hear you." He murmured, trying to ease the situation.

"When are you going to get tickets to the dance?”

"I don't know what you're talking about.”

"Don't you remember? You promised.”

"Only in your dreams.”

Percy couldn't help but look down and see that Nico was already staring at him, furious, a look so determined that he knew he would have to make amends. He barely realized that he was still holding Nico's hair and necklace, still with his fingers on Nico's skin, possessive and protective. The biggest surprise came next, Nico grabbed his hands and pulled them away from him, struggling to get up, trying to run away from him once again.

That was enough for Percy to spring into action. Percy pushed Nico back, and turned him around, making him sit on his lap, once again with his back to Annabeth .

"Where do you think you're going, hm?”

"I thought you wanted to talk to your friends.”

Oh, so much hurt, so much jealousy, so bitter. Would he be a horrible person just for knowing that Nico cared so much, even if it was through such bad emotions?

“Baby?”

“What is it?!”

Percy lifted Nico's head, who refused to look at him, and got closer to his ear, so that only Nico could hear:

"I love you. Only you and no one else.”

"Liar!”

"I would never spoil anyone the way I spoil you. I would never indulge your every whim or allow myself to be so vulnerable if I didn't love you. You know what else I would never do?”

"What?" This time, Nico's voice came out much lower, almost a whisper.

"I would never fuck you like I do to you. I would never accept submission from anyone other than you. Why would I choose anyone else when the most perfect, obedient thing is right in front of me. Hm? Answer me.”

Nico pulled back just enough to look at him, his face and ears now on fire. His attitude completely different than it had been five minutes ago.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say those things. I just…”

"I should punish you. I should show you what naughty boys deserve.”

The moment would have been comical if Percy hadn't been so turned on, and apparently, Nico was too; he could feel the small bulge against his lower belly, and the way Nico moaned and held onto his shoulders would have told him what was going on anyway.

"Now, how are you going to apologize?”

"Apologize?" Nico looked confused, but even so, he moved closer to him, pressing their bodies together and hugging him by the neck.

Nico only needed a little push and their lips were connecting. Their tongues soon met and a breathy moan followed. Unfortunately, Percy couldn't let things go too far, after all they were still in public, and his baby was too good for those predatory eyes, looking for the next gossip.

Percy grabbed Nico by the back of his neck and pulled their mouths apart, watching Nico gasp as if they had done much more than just share a quick kiss. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave Nico without sex for too long.

"How about we go home, hm? Take a relaxing bath? I promise we'll study as much as you want tomorrow.”

Nico just nodded, blinking slowly. He helped Nico pick up his bags, and when he stood up, Annabeth was still standing in the middle of the path, closer than Percy would have liked her to be. Well, that didn't matter. As long as Annabeth didn't intrude on his life, she could do whatever she wanted, even if it meant watching him like a hawk.

Eu conheço você

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. 

Depois disso, não demorou muito. O time de futebol entrou na quadra e… desde quando aquela faculdade tinha um time profissional de futebol. Não, isso não podia ser verdade. Ele se negava a socializar com um.. um atleta! Nico se levantou, tentando sair discretamente do campo quando um cara alto parou em frente a ele, o fazendo dar de cara com um peito largo e mãos que o seguraram pela cintura.

— Você está bem?

Não! Ele já tinha escutado aquela voz em seus sonhos, ele já tinha sentindo aquelas mãos fortes em sua pele e já… tinha encarado aqueles olhos verdes e tempestuosos que o encavam sorridentes. Mas ele se negava, por isso, Nico juntou sua mochila que tinha caído no chão e se virou, sem respondê-lo.

— Niccolas? Esse é o seu nome, certo?

Nico teve que se virar para o homem de seus sonhos. Ninguém o chamava por esse nome, porque ninguém além de sua família já morta sabia dele. Ele era Nico, e não Niccolas. 

— Como você sabe meu nome?

Percy deu de ombros. — Eu apenas sei. Como você sabe o meu.

— Perseu. Percy? — Nico arfou, sentindo a cabeça rodar. Não, o Percy de seus sonhos era gentil, inteligente e engraçado, não um… 

— Eu sei o que você está pensando--

— Como você poderia saber?

— Bem, eu imagino.

— O quê? Não. É melhor se a gente fingir que isso nunca aconteceu.

Sim, Nico disse a si mesmo. Seria bem melhor, ele se preparou para virar as costas para Percy quando sentiu mãos grandes o segurarem pela nuca, um corpo grande envolvendo o seu em um abraço que tirou seu fôlego. Rosto contra rosto, e lábios contra seu ouvido, beijando a pele sensível e o fazendo derreter.

— Me dê uma chance. Só uma. Você não vai se arrepender.

— O quê? — Nico murmurou, se sentindo bêbado. Isso não parecia normal, como Percy poderia saber de seu ponto fraco?

Nico fechou os olhos e se surpreendeu quando ele mesmo levou as mãos às costas de Percy e deixou que seus dedos levantasse a camisa de Percy e navegassem pela pele macia e músculos bem definidos.

— Percy, quem é esse homem? — Nico escutou alguém dizer a eles. 

Ele abriu os olhos e deu de cara com uma garota loira, alta e com agressivos olhos cinza-azulados.

Nico sabia que era bom demais para ser verdade.

Ele se afastou de Percy, empurrando o peito largo para longe dele e olhou uma última vez para Percy. Ah, como ele havia sonhado com aqueles olhos. Era uma pena mesmo. Ele colocou a mochila nas costas e… de novo, Percy o pegava pelo braço, não o deixando partir.

— Onde você indo?

— Para o dormitório.

— Por quê?

— Você tem uma namorada.

— Não por muito tempo.

— Percy! — Ele escutou a garota reclamar, a ignorando.

— Não. Não é certo. — Ele disse negando com a cabeça.

— Não é você quem decide isso.

— Então, é você?

— Sim, sou eu.

Percy se inclinou sobre ele e o segurou novamente pela nunca, sussurrando:

— Até agora eu respeitei sua vontade. Mas você veio até mim. Agora que você está aqui, eu não vou te deixar escapar.

Nico arfou e empurrou Percy mais uma vez.

— Você não está falando sério. 

— Eu estou. — Percy acenou, firme e decidido. — Eu sempre te vejo pelos corredores. Sempre distraído e sozinho. Por quê você veio aqui, hoje? Por quê?

— Eu…

— Olha, eu não estou pedindo que você se case comigo, eu--

— Quer me conhecer melhor?

Percy acenou novamente e continuou segurando em sua mão. 

A verdade é que se Nico quisesse ele já teria ido embora, mas havia algo tão magnético em Percy que o fazia querer ficar e saber o que poderia acontecer. Talvez… talvez fosse o destino lhe dando um empurrãozinho.

.....i am Speechless