Bad Case

4 am.

Spencer is wake at 4am reading, you making him go back to bed.

You find yourself waking op in darkness, you glance to your alarm, t's 4 am.

You softy reach out, finding only cold sheets where Spencer should be. You turn over fully, searching for Spencer. When you find nothing at all, you tramble out of bed, panicking.

You flick on your reading light. Your first thought is to call Hotch, but you need to be sure that Spencer's gone and not just in the bathroom. You pull on the shirt Spencer left on the floor when you went to bed.

You grip your phone tightly as you check through the living room, then the kitchen, then the bathroom, you're about to call the whole team and tell them Spencer is missing when you hear a chair creaking.

You walk to your shared study, seeing light on beneath the door. You gently crack the door and sigh happily as you see Spencer sitting at his desk with at least 7 different books.

"Spence..." You call, rubbing your eyes. Spencer quickly turns around, hair a mess, only in his underwear and glasses and with a bit of blue pen ink on his fingers. "H-Hey..." Spencer croaks. Your shoulders sag.

"It's 4 in the morning, what the hell are you doing Spence?" You ask, walking to Spencer and grabbing both his shoulders.

"JJ called.....needed help with some chemical stuff and I, just got invested" Spencer blushes in the yellow light of the study. You lean your head on his.

"Have you learned what you needed?"

"Yes..." Spencer mutters, pushing his glasses further op on his nose. That makes you smile a bit. "Then call JJ and then you are coming back to bed"

Spencer looks down in shame. "What? Out with it Baby, now" You demand, squeezing his shoulders "I, already have" Spencer mumbles, refusing to look at you.

You grab his chin and force him to look op. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, you are coming back to bed and cuddling me" You drag him op from the chair. Spencer nods and lays his glasses by the books.

"Of course, it's early morning and we should be sleeping" Spencer relents. You press a kiss on Spencer's cheek. "Mm, now come on, Bed" You say before dragging him back to your bedroom.

You toss the shirt you were wearing back on the floor. You settle in bed with him. Spencer opens his arms for you to tuck yourself into, and so you do. Snuggling op close to him.

"When did JJ call?" You ask, laying your head in the crook of his neck. "At 3:43 am"

"Damn it Spence, i, never-" You yawn. "mind, it's fine, but promise me, the next time the team calls at night, you find what they need, then go back to bed. Okay?" You tell him, wrapping an arm around him, feeling the skin of his back.

"I will, promise" Spencer says with a small nod, tracing circles on the skin of your lower back.

"Good"

I said sit

The Seven and I are sitting at heath. Talking about how the hell we made it through that quest. We should realistically all be dead. We really should be, me especially. How did I don't spilt my head down the middle and die. How did I not get amnesia and forget what we were doing. I hit my head so mange times, like how did nothing happen to me. I snap my attention up to see who's walking over to us. Nico, my, well, not quite my boyfriend yet, but we're flirting. We're getting there. The others do know, we don't hide it. Why should we. "Nico! join us, sit sit" Percy calls. Nico stops in front of the circle, there's no room for him to sit anywhere, unless he sits on the grass. "Um" Nico utters, looking around awkwardly. He still hasn't really found his place among the seven. Which is, understandable, we did debate saving him, which was really shity of us. And extremely shity of me, considering that I'm now trying to date the dude. It brings a lot of guilt, because, I almost let him die in that jar. "Why don't you sit with Jason" Piper asks, nudging me. "What?" Nico murmurs, if you don't know him the way I do, you won't see this, but he holds his hands behind his back. A small nervous thing he does. "Yeah" I pipe up, realizing that I was supposed to say that. "Come sit with me" "What do mean sit with you?" He asks. "There's no room for me to sit" He mutters. I sigh a bit, gods, that boy does not get it. "Come sit in my lap" I say, trying to sound causal. "Yeah no" Nico says, the words slow and unsure. The others pick back up the conversion. Nico slowly makes his ways to me. He stands behind me, but I reach back and tug on his belt. There's is light blush on his cheeks. Guess I shouldn't have gone for the belt. That's kinda sexual. "Sit" I whisper to him. He stares back at me, moving my hand off him. "No" He whispers. I tug him closer by the belt, he fumbles forwards and balances himself on my shoulders.

I've pretty much exited the conversion, focusing on Nico's refusal to sit. I don't think it's such a big, it's not like he'll be sitting on my- oh wait, he will be. So what, nothing's gonna happen. We're around 6 other people. "Please" I say, batting my eyes at him, the way Piper use to do to me to get her way. It worked for her, it always tricked me. Nico sighs, and swings his legs over, getting into the inner circle. He does sit, but not properly. He's almost just sitting on my knees. I don't comment, I know it wouldn't do any good. I rejoin the conversion the best I can. But I'm distracted by Nico a lot. He's exceptionally light, almost like he's not sitting at all. And he keeps shifting his weight, like he's trying to do something, but he can't. I wrap my arms around his hips, and that's when i feel it. He's feels to light, because he's not sitting, he's hovering. I pull him back, sitting him fully in my lap. I lean up to his ear, resting my head on his shoulder to not look too suspicious. "I said sit, honey. Not hover" I murmur. He huffs out in embarrassment, but it could be confused for a sound of amusement. Probably what he was aiming for. I've got him against my chest. I lay on head in the crook of his neck, relaxing into this new feeling. It's really nice. I shift a bit under him, and I feel him tense up. I choose to ignore it, and rejoin the conversion for real this time. How did we not die, like how. The subject shifts to Nico, who's is getting quite uncomfortable with sitting in my lap. The warm press of his body against mine, isn't exactly making me uncomfortable. Well, not in the way I'd thought it'd make me uncomfortable. I'd thought, that it'd make me sweaty and get my legs to fall asleep. While I am a little sweaty, my legs aren't sleeping, my lower body is, um, happy. Let's say it like that, I think you know what I mean. Morning wood, just in the afternoon. I guess I should have known.

It's not that bad yet, just a bit. But I know he won't move, 1 : because I won't let him 2 : If I ask him nicely, he'll happily cover for me until the others go away. 3 : He's frozen up, he won't leave unless I make him. This is probably what he wanted to avoid, But hey, I bet he doesn't mind. While we're not dating, we do have, sexual experiences together. We've kissed, made out, shoved our hands own each other's pants and gotten the other off. It's not like he's never touched or seen it. He has, he's seen it, he's touched it, and he liked it. So did I. My body is not a secret that he has to ask to see. My body is his to look at, to touch, to have. My body doesn't don't hold secrets from him, it holds a warm welcome. I can't speak on Nico's behalf though. He's still rather shy about that kinda thing. I suppose it comes from being raised in the 1930s. The whole, sex was bad, and gay sex was down right 'unholy'. But we're working on it. "How you survive that?" Percy asks. "It wasn't that bad" Nico chuckles nervously. "It'd happen before, when I was younger" They others have gone silent, waiting for Nico to continue. I don't remember what Nico had said to get this reaction. I'm having a little trouble focusing. "Um, I think I was around, 10" He guesses, he folds his arms over mine. Another nervous thing he does. Reaching for his own hand to hold. I move my right arm move his, and lace my fingers with his. His hand is slightly sweaty. I squeeze it tightly. Percy makes a sort of, go on, gesture. "Um" Nico stutters on. "I just, sorta, kneed em, and wacked them on the head. Then I took what I needed, and ran away" He shrugs. The others break out in laughter. "Oh, that's so a 10 year Nico" Leo, (who's on my other side) laughs out, aiming to shove an elbow in Nico side, but he get me instead. "Ow" I yelp, untwisting my fingers from Nico's. I lightly slap the top of Leo's head. "Sorry" Leo laughs. Nico awkwardly chuckles along.

I lay my hand back over Nico's, and he twists his fingers into mine. "Oh fuck!" Piper yells out, jumping op from her seat next to me. "What?" Annabeth asks. "We're late!" She yells. Everyone else get's op in a hurry. What are we late for? I haven't been told of anything. "What's going on?" I ask, shifting Nico in my lap. "We'll explain later okay? don't worry!" Leo yells as they all sprit off. Nico goes to move, but I hold onto him. "Jason I have to-" "Honey, stay here" I insist. "I have to help them" "With what?" I ask. "Stuff" I would later find out, that said stuff, was a secret birthday party for me. Percy stops, turning around. "Nico!?" Percy gestures for him. But grab onto his hips. "Stay with me" I whine. "Sorry!" Nico yells back to him, settling back into my lap. Nico huffs in frustration. "I hate you" He mutters. "You love me" I snuggle into the crook of his neck. Nico shifts around, making me twitch. "What the fuck have you got in your pockets? It's so stiff" He shifts around even more. Sweet, innocent Nico. I pull him, getting him sat straight on me. "Sweetheart, I don't have anything in my pockets" I start. Nico shifts a little more, almost making me groan. "What?" He asks. "Baby, that's me, so be a good boy. And cover it for me, Mhm?" Nico chokes on his own spit. "Did you really have to say it like that?" "I'm only teasing you" I chuckle. Nico shoves his elbow back, hitting me in the rips. "Ow!" I yelp and jerk in pain. "That hurt" I whine. "Sorry" He mumbles, reaching back to hold my hand. I pull back for a seconds, but then I let him have it. He shift his weight, leaning forward, hovering again. "Baby, I said sit" I grunt and yank him back. "Okay" He sighs.

"I'll be good"

Movie night

You settle on the couch with a bowl of chips and some soda. Spencer sits down beside you, seeming nervous and tense. It's your first movie night together and while you're in a nervous extied state, Spencer seems to be head for an anxious state. You find yourself rocking slightly, a trait you've picked op from Spencer. The movie starts, and you smile widely, bringing your legs op to sit criss cross apple sause, or as Spencer has told you, like a tailor. But it's way more fun to say criss crosss apple sause.

Spencer insisted you picked the movie. You didn't agrue. It's a new movie, like came out a week ago. It's a movie about a young boy gathering and selling seashells while learning about the sea. You glance over to Spencer as the into plays, he's gripping the ege of his couch, knuckles white. You graze a hand over his knee, watching him tense op more. "Spence, are you okay?" You ask, turning your full attention to him. "I'm fine" He promises, brushing your hand off. You pull it back, accepting it as no touch day. You're half way through the movie when you realize, you've been touching and hugging Spencer all day, if he was really that uncomfortable wouldn't he have pushed you off.

You look back to him, he's got a pillow craddled in his lap, he's hugging it, leaning over it. You try to subtlety eye him op, hoping for another clue. But you are not subtlet at all and he catches you. "Is something wrong?" Spencer gulps. "With you, yes what is going on with you?" You state, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie. Spencer shallows, shaking his head. "No, nothing's wrong"

"Spencer, you've got a pillow in your lap and hugging it for dear life something is wrong" "nothing is wrong"

"Then why can't i touch you?" You chuckle, leaning an arm down on your knee, bracing your head on your hand. Spencer gulps again, blushig a bright pink and you ready youself for a long talk of germs. "I'm sorry, i, i just. This feels a lot like a date and i don't like touching on dates becuase i get anxious" his grip on the pillow tightens.

"Baby, we're just watching a movie on your couch, nothing you don't want to happen is going to happen, if you get uncomfortable, i'll leave" You slowly put a hand over his. Spencer smiles silghtly, gently turning his hand over and inter lacing their fingers. "I know that, okay i know that" He sounds like he's trying to reasuring himself then you. "Oh honey, can i give you a hug?" You ask, feeling your eyes grow watery. Spencer nods and you move in to hug your boyfriend. Your arms settle around him, drawing him in close. He wraps his arms around you, slowly, but affectionnately. "There we go, it's okay Spence" You comfort him, laing your head in the crook of his neck. Spencer tugs at you and you crawl into his lap, moving the pillow from between you. "I'm sorry, it's not that i don't want you to touch me it just makes me nervous"

"i know, you'll use to it, i hope" You say, brushing a hand op the back of his neck and into his curls. You pull back, focusing on his lips, would kissing him be too much? "Would you mind if i kissed you?" You ask Spencer, grabbing ahold of his curls lightly. "No, i wouldn't mind" Spencer answers , leaning in to met your lips. You press your lips firmly against his, enjoying his reactions. He shivers under you and you pull back. "How about, we can finish the movie, or we can head to bed ealry if you like?"

"We'd wake op ealier then normal what's- oh, you mean....."

"Yes i mean we could go have sex" "I'd like to finish the movie first, i, actualy really like it" Spencer mutters, cheeks flushing a deeper red. You brust out laughing. "Oh how i love you Doctor Spencer Reid" You seize his face with both hands and kiss him firmly.

Who decided we have to give up pure and wholesome things just to grow up? Sleeping with a little Pikachu plushie does not mean I don’t also make my own doctor appointments.

I have no fucking Idea what I'm doing

I'm called away from wall climbing by Will. "Okay, don't freak out, Jason fall off some rocks and hit his head, and he might have a concussion" He says. "Okay, why are telling me?" I draw the words a little. He's hit his head before and no one came to get me. "He asked for you" Will rubs the back of neck. He doesn't normally do that, he always insists that he'll be fine on his own. I nod, "Okay, where is he?" "He's in his cabin, he asked me to get you, said he didn't wanna be alone" Well, that makes sense. If he does have a concussion he'll want me around to keep him awake for the couple of hours. "Yeah, yeah I'll go, just a second" I excuse myself from class, and head for the Zeus cabin. But something's off, the last time he hit his head, he stayed in the Infirmary until he was cleared. But he went back to his cabin, he's asked for me. Something's wrong, I just don't know what. I convince myself that he only wants some company. I gently knock on the door, there's a small sound I can't fully hear. There's no answer. I knock again, a little louder. The noise stops, and there's a rustling like someone getting to their feet. A rough looking Jason opens the door, sniffling a bit. "Hey. I murmur. "Hey..." He wipes his slightly red eyes, visibly shallowing. "Come in" He clears his throat, and sets aside to let me in. He's wearing his old camp Jupiter hoodie and a pair of light blue jeans. I walk in. Jason shuts the door, taking a shaky breath. We both sit on his bed, he's unusually quiet. Breathing weirdly loud and uneven. "Are you okay?" I ask, sitting crisscross beside him. "Yeah, yeah, just didn't wanna be alone" He laughs, but it's so fake, so I fake that he has to hear it too. "Jason, It's okay. You can tell me" I mutter. He's slouching, shoulders hanging low. He exhales, his breath slow and shaky. "I, fuck" He breaks down, crying and shaking. "Hey, hey, it's alright" I whisper, wrapping him up in my arms.

I don't know what I am doing, I've never been good at comforting people. I shift, sitting half beside and half behind him. "S-Sorry, I just" His voice is almost non-existent through the storm of tears running down his face. "It's so stupid" he hiccups, wiping away the tears that threaten to spill down his chin. So I do the only thing I can think of, I gently grab his red cheeks with both hands. "Whatever it is, it is not stupid" I wipe away more tears. I should how to fucking comfort my own boyfriend. But I don't, because we're only been dating for a month or two. Jason brings his knees up, sniffling wiping his nose with his sleeve. I return my arm to where they were, holding on tightly to his shoulders. "I just, feel so stupid" He shallows down the snot in his throat. "You're not" I shift the closest I can. Pressing his back into my chest. "It's not" He takes a deep, steady breath in. He almost violently wipes the tears off his face. He sniffles, breathing heavily. "That, I just, feel so stupid" He starts, sniffling to keep his nose from running. I reach over to his nightstand and pick out a tissue. I hand it over to him. He blows his nose and throws it in the trashcan by his bed. I stay quiet, letting him gather himself before he continues. "It's just so fucking silly that I keep fucking hitting my head" His sadness slowly turns into a defeat. Like he's just feeling defeated by the world. "It's such a silly thing, and everyone always makes fun of me for it" More tears steam down his cheek. I lean over his shoulder and kiss the tears away. Jason bursts into a laugh, a pure, happy laugh. "Stop!" He laughs, half heartly pushing me away. I kiss away his tears, then lay my head on his shoulder, waiting for him to continue. "It just hurts, because I really try to be more careful, but I end up falling or getting hit over the head with something" He hiccups mid way through the sentence.

"I'm just so tired of it" He cries, voice breaking. "I'm just so tired of being injured all the fucking time" He mutters. He looks out the window. "Sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with this" His voice quivers. Oh hell no. "Hey" I caress his cheeks with both hands, and turn his head to look at me. "I love you, and love means I stick by you, through this, and through much fucking worse. So don't say that, because quote on quote dealing with you, is something I want to do. I want to know, and see every single part of you. I love you, all your injuries, all your scars, fucking everything, Do you hear me?" My voice breaks, he's not stupid, he's not dumb, he's wonderful, he's flawed, he's human, a human I don't think I can live without. Jason nods through more tears. I wipe them off with my thumb. "You're okay, you're wonderful, you're smart, you're, everything" I smile. Jason smiles through tears, laughing and crying. His eyes are blood shot, his cheeks warmed by all the tears. He lurches forward, making us both crash onto his bed. He laughs through tears and more tears, I wrestle him down on his back, kissing off the tears running down his face. He laughs, happiness almost oozing out of him. He slings his arms op around my neck. I chuckle, and lean back, gazing into his eyes. The sadness is still seeping out of his eyes, happiness slowly taking over. Okay, so I'm that bad at comforting others. I spot a half drunken bottle of water on his nightstand. I move off him, guiding him up against the wall. "Here, drink" I say. "No I'm-" "Please honey, just drink something" I coax him into drinking the rest of it. You can't cry while drinking something. He finishes off the bottle, setting it aside, sniffling slightly. I shuffle until I'm seated beside him. "What do you need from me?" I ask, laying my hand over his. "Could you hold me? Please" His voice is almost a whisper, like if he said it any louder he would shatter and ruin everything we have. "Yes, yes of course, come here"

He looks over, more tears welling in his blue eyes. I lace my fingers through his. Another tear rolls down his cheek. I reach up and wipe it away. Jason smiles, laughing slightly. He shuffles in front of me, straddling me, and resting his head on top of mine. I wrap my arms around him. Jason groans and shuffles down so he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of my neck. I'm leaned back on the wall, in a nice relaxing position. I press him tightly against me. A sudden noise startles us both, lightning, how the fuck. Why now. I look out the window, it's started raining, when did that happen. Jason slings his arms around my shoulder. "I'm here" He murmurs. "I know" I murmur, gently squeezing him. I twist my head, planting a light kiss on his ear, the only real place I can reach like this. Jason turns his head to look at me, snuggling his forehead against mine. I chuckle and snuggle my face into his. He laughs, and it's light, bright and, well him. It's everything I love about him. It's my boyfriend, every side of him. I can't help but smile. "Could we, lay down?" "Yeah, of course" We move down. He snuggles himself into me, slinging his arms around my hips. I wrap him my arms around his ribs. I turn my head, deciding to place a playful kiss on his neck. "I love you" I whisper. He shivers. "I love you too" He mutters into my skin. For a small second, he snuggles into my T-shirt, breathing in the scent to calm down. I take a deep breath, he smells of sweet summer rain. Even through it hasn't rained in weeks, maybe it's some kind of soap he uses. I press my nose into his hair, it's soft against my skin. It smells wonderful, smells like, well him. I don't know how else to describe it, it's just, Jason. My Jason. I smile into the soft strains of blonde hair. "Sorry" He sniffles. "Don't be, having bad feelings is a human thing" I snuggle into his hair

"Plus, you stay with me when I'm like this, so you deserve the same. And because I love you"

"I love you too"

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Once apon a time

(I know it's not Christmas but I was looking through an old book of mine and found this, so I wrote it here)

Sanders sides a Fairy Tail about a new Christmas tradition

Once apon a time there livet a young lad out in the woods, all alone. The town hated him. every year on Christmas eve the towns people would come and throw sticks and stones at his little cabin. Because of this he would ever again leave the Forest nor his his house for that matter, not even Christmas was anything to look forward to. 'but this year will be better'

But on the stroke of Midnight, Virgil was yet not asleep no he was running around the town placing posters on every door he could find.

He was going to show them that he still had it in him

When the night of Christmas eve came. No one came.... So there the young lad stood 'they didn't even came to throw stones at me' he thought as he sat down on the steps of he's house.

He sat there with his head in his hands, but then he felt a small hand tapping his shoulder. He looked up, and there stod the whole town. "sorry if we were a little late, we got lost" said the town elder

A small boy came up to him, and gave him a teddy bear "I'm sorry for all We have done. My names Patton but you can call me Pat"

The boy looked no older then 8 years old

"the others didn't want to come, but Logan made them. Logan's the towns elder..."

Logan spoke up "and we could use a young man like you, don't worry we know what you are dear"

Virgil stod up in shock "you know I'm a wicth?"Virgil asked ready to run for his life

"we do and we don't mind, not at all" Logan said

Virgil smlies Softly "well come inside, the food should be ready soon"

Attention

Growing up as a son of Jupiter, has made me like rules, and I like to stick to them. So when Nico told me he was a brat, I didn't quite get it. But then he explained further, and I did get it. He wants rules, and he wants boundaries, but he also wants to push them until there's a reaction. So, when he suggested that he wanted me to kinda take on a role like that. Which, I didn't mind, again, I like rules. I agreed. But I didn't quiet expect this. I'm trying to draw op some more temples, but Nico's annoying me. He's standing behind me, nudging my shoulder. "Jaceyyy~" He whines, shaking me. "Enough Nico. In a minute" I say, shoving his hand off. I focus back on the paper in front of me. I don't look back to see if Nico's still standing there. He better not be. The new Hera temple doesn't look quite right yet. The roof's weird. I erase it. Suddenly, there's a hand in my hair. "No, go sit on my bed, I'll only be another couple minutes" I reason, removing his hand. "But-" "No buts, go sit" I repeat "Hear me ou-" "Hush sweetie, I just need a bit longer, I promised you, It'd spend time with you. AFTER, I finished this temple" I sigh and try to redesign the roof. "You said that 10 minutes ago" He grumbles. I sigh and lay down my pencil. "I know I said that, but I promise I'm done soon" I say, my head's aching. It's been such a long day. My chair is pushed forward, and the table digs into my chest. "Hon-" My chair losses balance and it falls back. I crash on the floor. I hit my head on the floor. Fuck. I look op at Nico, who's standing above me, with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. "Nico!" I sap. "Don't tell me you did that" "Fine, I won't tell you" He brats. I get to my feet, breathing deeply to steady myself. I need to get back to work. I get in front of him, standing a good way taller than him. He's looking at me, like he knows he's misbehaving and that I'm getting tired of it.

I place one arm around his hips, to keep him from running. I draw my other hand back, never breaking eye contract. Then I strike him on the bottom. A very clear warning. He jumps at feeling "That's quite enough, what is it with you?" I ask. He swings his arms around my neck. Whining. "What?" I ask. I plant my other hand on his rear. He shifts around, whining. Goddammit. "Come on baby, what is it? Tell me" I demand. Nico whines, tugging my neck down. "What?" Nico tugs me further down. I pull my head op. What is with him today. "What?" I repeat. He whines, stomping his feet. "Baby" I warn. "I want a hug" He mumbles. For fucks sake, a hug. All that for a hug. "A hug?" I clarify. "Yes.." I sigh, this is gonna be a long day. I move my arms op, pressing him into me. "Better?" I ask. He mumbles something that might be a yes. He snuggles into me. Finally quiet. I go to pull away, but he whines and tugs me closer. "Sweetheart" "Please" He mumbles. "Just a little longer" "Alright" I exhale, I let my right arm slide down and pat his little cute ass. He happily snuggles into arms. "You're needy today" "I know" He mumbles. "I'm sorry" I rest my hand in his back pocket. "It's alright" I sigh. He doesn't want to be difficult, he just doesn't know how to ask for affection or attention. Which means, he brats and whines until I understand what he wants. That can end op leading to a lot of punishment, but he likes that part of it too. So it's alright. I let myself smile. I pull back, Nico whines and tugs at me. "Hold on a second" I mumble. I get back in my chair, leaving just enough room for Nico. I pat my lap. "Come on baby, sit" A happy Nico sits himself down, he presses himself against me. Resting his head on my shoulder. I wrap an arm around him, patting his back. I soot closer to my desk and pick op my pencil to finish off the roof on the Hera temple. After a lot of drawing, easing, and re-drawing. Nico starts to kiss and nibble on my neck, wanting my attention.

"I know" I murmur running my hand op his back. I'm getting so frustrated with the drawing. I lean my head to the side, letting Nico have his fun. It's been a long day for both of us. The lines just don't look right. I throw the pencil on the table. I can't finish it, I'm too annoyed. I pat Nico on the back. "Op" I instruct. He whines but he does get op. I do the same, pushing my chair in. I yawn, covering my mouth. Nico comes op in front of me, slinging his arm around my neck. Pulling at it. "Mhm?" "Can I have a kiss?" He asks, getting op on his tiptoes. I smile and lean down to complete his wish. I throw my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. I smile into the kiss, and he take the chance to deepen the kiss. I stumble back a little, the bend of my knee hitting my bed frame. Surprising. Our tongues play for a bit, before I let myself fall down on the bed. Sitting on the edge, I pull Nico down with me. He's straddling me. Now I'm leaning op to reach him, it's not a new feeling, we kiss quiet often. But it's still unusually, because I'm taller he usually has to reach op to kiss me. So having to lean op is still rather new. Nico shifts closer. Gently pressing himself against me. I pull back, giving him a bit of breathing room. He shallows, and I follow it down his throat. He's pretty. I wanna yank him back and kiss him until he's whining for more. I bet he'd happily comply. I tug him closer by his waist. "Mhm?" "I want my baby" I mumble, laying down on my back and yanking him with me. Nico stumbles forward, landing on his elbows on top of me. "Rude" He whines. "Aw, how cute" I tease, bringing my hand op to tap his ass. He's on his elbows and knees, his ass higher op. He grumbles a bit, shifting around a bit. I smirk op at him. He pouts. "Aren't you cute?" I murmur. "Shut op" He mutters. I sigh, it's a small pit fall he makes a lot. Swearing. I rear back my hand, striking him hard on the butt. He jumps at it. Whining at the pain. "You've gotta quit swearing"

"Sorry" He mumbles. "Habit" "I know" I sigh. "We'll kick it" I lick my lips and grab his collar. Pulling him down into another kiss. Nico whines, shifting on his elbows. His mouth falls open, and I slip my tongue in. Nico shifts, getting his legs down beside mine. He relaxes on top of me. Happy to finally have my full attention. His hand twists in my hair. I sigh happily at the familiar sensation. Our tongues play for a while. But eventually Nico's gets bored, and he starts pulling my hair. Craving for more. I give him another pat on the ass, a hey, wait op. I pull back, panting. Nico's face is exceptionally red, he's panting, mouth slightly open. "Have you enough attention?" "No" He pouts. "We'll be at for a while, won't we?" I sigh.

"Unless you wanna go further"

"And give you what you want? No way"

Fun

"Nico!" Jason clicks his tongue at me. I turn around. He's sitting on a bench with his nose buried in a book of some kind. He looks op, clicking his tongue at me again, like I'm a fucking dog. "Come here" He gestures at me. "Will you ask nicely?" I chuckle. "Just come here" He grunts. "I'm not a dog, you can't just call me like that" I grumble, I mean, I don't mind it. But definitely not in public. It's kinda embarrassing, but in a weirdly nice way. "Well, aren't you my puppy?" Thank fuck no one's in earshot. I feel a dark blush come into my face. "I'm not, don't. Not in Public" I stutter out. "Aw, aren't you cute. Now come here" He says, clicking his tongue again, the sound becoming normal to my ears. He set in a bookmark and closes the book. "Come on, don't make me ask again" He muses. I sigh and walk to the bench he's sitting on. "Mhm?" I mumble. He pats his leg, oh no. "Sit" He orders. "Can I not?" "Did it sound a question?" His voice goes a little stern. "No, it didn't. But I'd like to think it was" I murmur, dropping my eyes. "Sit your ass down" he repeats. "Why?" I mumble. "What do you mean why? Do I need a reason to want my boyfriend in my lap?" He bats his eyes at me. "In public, you do" I grumble. Jason stands, tugging at my belt, causing me to fumble and almost fall over. "Then let's go back to my cabin, because I want you in my lap. Preferably now" He demands. "Okay okay" I chuckle, trying to not show how freaked out I am by the way he's acting. It's a bit little scary, but also really hot. He slings in arm around my hips, his fingers hooking into my belt to drag me along. I stumble along his side I can. "What's with you today?" I breath out, not daring to look at him. "What?" He asks, halting us. "What's with you? You're so, demanding" I mumble. "I didn't mean to be" he says, tugging at my belt to turn me around to look at him. I can't look op, the sudden tone shift is too weird.

He cups my face, placing his fingers under my jaw, gently guiding my head op. I look everywhere but him. "Nico, look at me. Please" It's not a question and I know it isn't. I blink and take a deep breath. I look op, finally seeing the look in his eyes. There's a look I've never seen. It's want, it's love, it's dominance and it's concern. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" "Well, no" I start, shallowing down the lump in my throat. "But, it's strange. You've never acted like this" I reason. His fingers loosen on my jawline. "Do you want me to stop?" The question rings in my ears. Stop? No, it might be strange but it's nice "No" I say, reaching op and placing my hand over his hand on my face. Tugging at it to get him to let go. He does and I let my hand drop down beside myself. "Well come on" He tugs at my belt, and I swear he's trying to get me hot and bothered. "To my cabin" Jason says, tugging me the rest of the way to to Zeus Cabin. He only let's go when he has to get the door. I walk myself in, jumping a bit when I feel a hand my lower back. His fingers are hooked into my belt yet again. He's guiding me in? That's new as well. The butterflies in my stomach won't seem to settle. It's all so surprising. I stand still as he closes the door, it's not really a choice, if I tried to move, he'd pull me back by my belt. Which might make me fall on my face. I'd rather avoid that. Jason mumbles something about being well behaved and waiting. But it's like I've got water in my ears and I know I don't have water in my ears, because I forgot to shower this morning. Gods, I must smell a little. It's okay, he's hasn't commented on it, so it can't be that bad. His hands slide into my back pockets. He rests his head in the crook of my neck. He licks op my neck and I almost jump. "H-Hey!" I yelp. He chuckles, starting to bite around a bit. "Yes?" He murmurs.

"What are you doing? This isn't what-" "I know what I said Honey, but I want a bit more before that" He bites into my ear, and I almost scream out at the suspiring pain. I bite on my lip to keep it down. I cannot take it, it hurts. I whimper as he bites down even harsher. His teeth pull off my ear. "I thought you said you liked pain" He chuckles. "Not out of the blue" I heave. "Understood" He whispers into my ear. He leans in, kissing the place he had been biting on. "I'll work op" He slips his hands out my pockets, yet again hooking his fingers into my belt. He pushes at me, walking me forward. I stumble along to his bed. I fumble forward, almost falling as he suddenly turns me towards a chair in the corner. Fuck, why is this turning me on. His hips are pressed against mine as he finally gets us to the big round chair. He glides his finger around to the front if my belt, stepping in front of me. He falls down on the big white fluffy blanket. He clicks his tongue and tugs at my belt again. How was it not broken yet? It's not a stretchy belt. It's thin leather had I've worn on and off for years, it should have snapped by now. "Careful with that" I say, shuffling closer. "Sorry?" "It's old, please don't snap it" I shallow. He moves his fingers from under my belt and into the beltloops. That's not good either, these jeans are getting a bit old too and I'd rather not have to sew it them back together again. "Careful with that too" I mutter, feeling rather fragile standing in front of him. "These are old, I've already had to sew them together once" I shallow around the lump in my throat, why won't it go away. Jason rakes his eyes over me, looking for a different place to pull. He sighs as he turns op nothing. "Where can I pull then?" "You can pull there, just be careful" I say, voice smaller than I've ever heard myself talk. He hooks his fingers back under my belt. "If I break it, I'll buy you a new one. Deal?" He asks, catching my eye.

I nod. "Deal" I repeat, voice becoming even smaller. It's like I'm losing my voice but I'm not fucking sick. He tugs at it again, and I suddenly remember why he dragged me here. I move down, carefully shifting until I'm seated on each of his legs. Apparently, that wasn't where he wanted me. When he said his lap, he meant his lap. He wraps his arms around my hips and pulls me fully into his lap, my chest pressed tightly against his. He leans op, kissing around my slightly sore jaw. I never thought anything Jason did would leave me sore. But he'd gripped onto my jaw a little too tightly. I hope there isn't a mark, that'd be hard to explain. Like yeah, my boyfriend just grabbed me, no no he's not abusing me. He just grabbed me. No one would believe that. I tense op as he gently bites into the slightly sore skin. He doesn't ask, only moving down to bite somewhere else. I feel my legs press in on his sides out of pure reflex. My shoulders drop, my body relaxing. I feel a small smile come on. It's been too long since we've done anything. Blood flows from my head to somewhere much lower. I sling my arms around his shoulders. "Isn't this nice?" He whispers into my head. "Mhm" I murmur, my knees dig into his side. It's just reflex at this point. I maybe be smaller, but siting in his lap makes me feels taller then him. I know I'm not, but it's nice to feel taller for once. There's a chill down my spine, for some fucking reason, I'm getting cold. I shiver in my T-shirt, I had forgotten my hoodie back at my cabin. "Are you cold?" He asks, leaning op to lightly nibble on my ear. "A little" I whisper. Jason pulls my arms off his neck and slips his hoodie off. Then he pulls it over my head. I put my arms through the holes and half snuggle into the fabric. I know I'll take it off in a bit, but right now, I'd like to not be cold. I'm still a bit cold, because the fabric is loose on me. All his clothes are too big on me, I always feel so small while wearing anything of his.

He reaches a hand op, caressing my cheek. "You look so cute in my clothes" He muses. His hand glide onto the back of my neck. What's he doing? His fingers twist in my hair, lightly grab a fit full of hair from the back of my head. He yanks my head back and I bite down a whimper. It's like he's ripping out my hair out. Through the pain, I find a happy feeling settling in my stomach. I peel my eyes open again, blinking look down at him. Jason's smirking op at me. That annoying boy. He's doing it on purpose isn't he. This is what he wanted me here for. I should have thought so. I press my hips down to get back at him. He pulls my hair again. I press down again. There's a small tap on my rear. A warning. "Careful there" He groans, woah, a double warning without a real slap. He's going easy on me. No way. I huff and push down again. There's a good smack on my ass and I can't help but jump a bit. It's good. I glance down at him it's clear he knows I got what I wanted. His smirk twists downward. Unhappy. His face has become rather neutral. It's like he's trying to figure out what he what's to do with me. "You damn lucky I'm not wearing a belt" He grunts. I hold back a laugh, that's not really a good theat. We're in his cabin, he could just get one. I guess he'd have to move me then, he wouldn't like that. I'd probably run out just to get at him. "How so?" I tease, gliding my tongue over my teeth. "You know damn well why you're lucky" He chuckles and lands another smack on my rear end. "Because If I was, that would have been a belt and not my hand" He grumbles, resting said hand in my pocket. This gonna be funny. He gently tugs my head back to get to my neck. He nibs around and kisses the parts he can reach. I hum happily, I know he won't like it. He leans into my shoulder and bites down harsher than I expected. I bite down a small whimper. I tense op a bit, finding the pain, rather painful and not in a good way.

I whine, shifting a bit. "That hurt" I whine, shuffling around to make him uncomfortable. "That's the point Sugar" He muses "But it's doesn't feel good" I grumble. "It's not supposed to feel good for you, it's supposed to be fun for me" Jason chuckles. "You suck" I whine bring my arms back op around his shoulders. "And you shallow" He mumbles into my skin, biting down again. A blush rushes to my cheeks. Gods damn it. At least he's not lying. I shift a bit, where is this gonna end? On his bed? On the floor? With someone bursting through the door? With me over his knee? Who knows. I don't really care, as long as no one bursts through the door. That wouldn't be good. Oh who I'm a kidding, the kid would slam the door shut again. I would freak the fuck out, and Jason would he laughing his ass off. I grip into his shirt as he bites down again. I'm getting too hot in his hoodie. I go to take my arms away from his neck, but he reaches back and stops me. "I want the hoodie off" I mutter, my voice not coming out how I want it to. I'd hoped I'd sound steady ,calm and maybe a little sexy. But no, my voice cracks and is so unstable that I sound like I just stopped crying. My voice has been a bitch lately. "No, you're too cute in it" Jason's voice takes on a slightly whiney tone. Like he really means it, he's not just saying that to be mean. I let my arms lay back down, guess I'll just sweat. He still hasn't kissed me, does he don't want to? I might have forgotten to shower, but I did brush my teeth. So it's not my breath. I tug at his neck, pushing his head further onto my shoulder by mistake. The wrong way. "Mhm?" He muses, biting around. I've been so caught up in the pain, that I didn't think about the mark that's got to forming by now. Shit. At least it on my shoulder, I should be able to hide it. "Won't you kiss me?" I plead. He laughs into my skin, sending a shiver down my spine .

He pulls back from a neck. "Only if I can take your belt off" He says. My belt? What does that have to do with anything? "Su-sure" I stutter, suddenly feeling a cold sweat run down my back. Jason reaches down and works the belt open and off. "Get op" He demands. I stay for a second. "Get, op. Now" At his insistence I do. He grabs me by my hips and spins me around. Is he gonna hit me with my own, almost broken belt? I feel the material wrap around my wrists. Oh. Fuck. I'm dead. It gets tighter and tighter. "Wiggle a bit, make sure it's not too tight for you" He instructs. I do, wiggling my wrists around a bit. It's tight enough that I can't get out, and loose enough to be safe. I nod, not trusting my voice to hold any more words. He spins me around again, hands staying my on hips. My jeans have gotten very uncomfortable. I know he sees it, but he doesn't comment. Only leaning down to kiss me. I can't do much more then step as close as possible. He brings a hand op to hold my face in place. He pulls back, laughing at the state I'm in. I'm on my tip toes, leaning op to get back to his lips. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back down on my flat feet.

"Oh Darling, this is going to be so much fun. Well, for me"