Percy Jackson reclined in the bathtub in his cabin. He twirled a shimmering pastel scarf between his fingertips. The fabric was quite soft and gave off the dizzying scent of mountain laurel and roses. He couldn't take his eyes off it, lost in the soft feeling of it against his skin and the pleasant, rosy haze that had settled over him. Percy barely even noticed when his cabin door opened, except that when he realized who was there he did a double take. “Luke,” Percy said, smiling.
All of the girls - and quite a few of the boys - at Camp Half-Blood had told Percy that Luke was hot. As if Percy didn't have eyes and couldn't see for himself. Luke's face was very pleasing to look at, his golden blond prince curls were perfect, his sparkling blue eyes were mesmerizing. And Luke was ripped. His muscles were so sexy sometimes Percy drooled about it.
Luke stood by the door, as still as a statue. His eyes had gone wide, his pupils dilating so that the blue of his irises were thin rings of color. He took a deep breath through his nose, exhaled through his mouth. Luke swallowed. “May I come in?” His voice was low and rough.
“Close the door behind you,” Percy replied. He flattened a portion of the scarf and looked through the material at Luke.
Luke stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He unlaced his sandals, left them by the door. His eyes were still on Percy. Luke wasn't even blinking. “I forgot why I came here,” Luke said, puzzled but unconcerned.
“Since you're here, do you want to take a bath with me?” Percy said. It would be rude not to offer and the bathtub was plenty big enough for, well, a whole group of people. Percy thought he'd like it best with just him and Luke, though.
“I'd like that a lot,” Luke said. His voice was full of longing. He took off his clothes, left them in a pile on the floor. Luke was hot with his clothes off too. In no time, Luke was beside Percy in the bathtub. “What is this?”
“I found it on my quest,” Percy said. He let Luke hold onto one end. “Isn't it…so nice?”
Luke rubbed the fabric against his cheek. He closed his eyes and hummed. “Yeah, it is.” His leg touched Percy's under the water.
Percy's heart skipped a beat. He rested his leg over Luke's.
Luke's attention shifted from the scarf to Percy. His free hand ran over Percy's thigh. His hands were big and calloused. Up went his hand to the space between Percy’s thighs, fingers brushing against Percy's co*ck and balls.
Percy moaned softly. He spread his legs so Luke could touch him more.
Luke curled his fingers around Percy's co*ck. He moved his hand up and down at a slow, unhurried pace. Above the water, Luke leaned toward Percy and then he was kissing Percy.
It felt so good to have Luke's mouth on his. Percy moved his mouth and it felt even better and Percy wanted to kiss Luke forever. Luke's hand around his co*ck, jacking Percy off, was even better. Waves of molten pleasure washed between Percy's hips, making his co*ck stiff and aching for release.
As they kissed, Luke wrapped the scarf around both of their necks and tied both ends loosely so that they were bound together. With his hands free, Luke gripped Percy’s jaw with one hand and Percy’s co*ck with the other.
Percy ran his hands along Luke's strong arms. He smoothed them down Luke's chest, catching Luke's nipples with his fingertips.
Luke moaned.
The sound was like a punch to Percy's gut, just pure hot arousal. He rubbed Luke's nipples again, felt them stiffen against his fingertips.
Luke moaned again. He kissed Percy hard, slid his tongue past Percy's lips and into his mouth. He tasted like sweet s'mores.
Percy liked it. He sucked on Luke's tongue and when the sweetness was gone, Percy pushed his tongue into Luke's mouth. He licked the flavor from Luke's mouth.
Luke moved his hands to Percy's hips, lifted him up and set Percy on his lap. His co*ck was hard between their bodies. Even without his hands on it Percy could tell that Luke's co*ck was longer and thicker than his was. Luke took both of their co*cks in his hand and resumed stroking.
It was even better with Percy’s co*ck rubbing against Luke's and Luke's hand around both of them. His legs shook with pleasure, moans and whimpers leaving his mouth as Luke got them off.
“Good?” Luke whispered against Percy's jaw.
“So good, Luke,” Percy panted. He remembered how Luke liked his nipples played with and pinched them both at the same time.
Luke's co*ck throbbed against Percy's. He whimpered with pleasure. He peppered kisses up and down Percy's neck. Luke tightened his grip and moved his hand faster.
Percy tried to focus but the pleasure was building and building. As he got closer to cumming, he raked his nails down Luke's chest. He couldn't stay still, had to roll his hips and f*ck into Luke's hand.
Luke moaned when he was scratched and shivered. His hand tightened on the upstroke and Luke let out a broken moan as he came.
Percy was right there too. His back arched as he came, pleasure flooding his veins. He shivered with the aftershocks as he gently kissed Luke.
Luke held Percy tightly. He kissed Percy back, lips moving soft and slow against Percy's.
And everything was so, so good.
