Taking The Passenger Seat

I stepped through the doors to the pool to see a single figure moving up and down the middle lane. I came to a stop next to the starting block, seeing a towel already laid out on it. I sat down facing the pool, propping my feet up on the handlebar. I continued to watch the figure swim, waiting for it to make it's way back to me. As it touched the wall beneath my feet, Percy emerged from the water to stare up at me.

"You missed the last quarter," I stated as he pushed himself up out of the water. "We won, by the way."

"That was pretty obvious after the first half," he said as he turned away and picked up the other towel on the floor, immediately starting to dry his hair. With him turned away, I got a full view of his back. It was still heavily bruised, but at least he's starting to walk better.

"Why else would Coach bench you after the third quarter?" he asked, turning back to me with a small smile. "And in doing so, effectively eliminating my only reason for watching the game in the first place." He pecked me on the cheek.

"It was really important to me that you watched this one, Perce, considering you were still in the hospital for the first one because you just had to work your mouth..." I stopped talking the moment his smile fell straight off his face.

He stood up straight, crossing his arms over chest, and looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. Somehow I couldn't even stop to admire my gorgeous boyfriend in nothing but a speedo.

"I did watch it," he countered flatly.

"Not the entire game," I whined as I turned to sit up on my knees on the starting block, just to get some more height.

"Sorry I wasn't in the mood to watch the guy that put me in the hospital play QB while I can barely walk straight," he hissed through a clenched jaw.

I don't know what I was about to say, but the words died in my throat. Percy's been so cheery since he got out of the hospital, I hadn't stopped to think that he might be hurting emotionally. Suddenly, I felt the urge the throttle Luke's neck.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking," I said, my eyes falling to the ground.

"Hey," he said, pulling my chin up with his finger. "At least the water calms me down, yeah?" he asked with a small smile. It was true. Doctor Apollo had recommended swimming as his rehabilitation, and so far, it had helped him in more ways than one. I gave him a slight nod.

"Now, getting back to that game, you fucking killed!" he said with that troublemaker smirk. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"You think so?" I asked as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

"You keep playing like that; you'd be an Immortal in no time, Babe. I mean, you like single-handedly won the game for us," he said as he started to turn to the locker room.

I followed after Percy, snatching up the towel on the starting block. Walking behind him gave me an excellent view of his ass, and with the slight limp, I could almost imagine myself fucking him. I fell behind while in my fantasy, and he disappeared behind the door. The moment I stepped into the locker room, I was pushed up against the lockers.

"What the fuck, Perce?" I asked, and he simply watched me squirm as he pinned my hands above my head.

"I'm faced with a bit of a dilemma, Jase." I stopped moving, quirking an eyebrow. "My dilemma is how else I can congratulate my superstar boyfriend if I can't physically fuck him?" he asked as he seemed to be in intense thought for a moment and I felt myself start to harden at the mere thought of him fucking me. Then he locked eyes with mine, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"I think I have an answer," he whispered, and I felt a shiver run through me. It astounded me that he could have this much effect on me with the slightest of actions. In my defence, it had been about three weeks since we first got together and seeing him in nothing but a speedo quite often the last week hadn't helped my hormones.

Suddenly he let go of my hands and dropped to his knees. My eyes widened in shock, although my dick twitched at a single image running through my mind. Oh, get over yourself, Jason. He would never suck you off...my line of thinking was interrupted as he started to undo my belt and then my jeans, tugging both my jeans and underwear down to my knees the moment he was done.

"What are you doing?" I asked, hearing a voice quite a few octaves higher than my own. He smirked up at me.

"Don't you ever..." he started as he wrapped his long, delicate fingers around my dick "...complain about me..." he began to pump my dick slowly, and I was fully hard in a matter of a second "...working my mouth again, yeah?" He stopped all his movements, staring up at me like he expected an answer.

Then I realised that's precisely what he wanted. I was thankful for the wall of lockers behind me, supporting me because I felt like crumbling. I started nodding wildly, and he gave me a wink. His hand started moving again, but he kept his eyes locked on mine.

Then, while keeping his eyes on me, he inched closer and laid one soft peck on my tip. My legs nearly gave out, and he smirked up at me. That was just about the hottest thing I have ever seen. He broke eye contact, suddenly very focused on what he was doing. That's when he wrapped his lips around me for the first time.

I thanked every god that would listen as he swirled his tongue round and round and round my tip. My hands tangled into his hair, pulling him closer. He ran his tongue through my slit before he popped off, leaving me to almost whimper like a girl. He ripped the towel off his hips and used it to tie both my hands behind my back before he pushed me back up against the lockers.

"I might be doing the sucking, but I'm still driving, Babe," he whispered huskily into my ear before he gave me a peck on the lips and moved down again. I had no idea how he was this fucking good at all this, but once again, I thanked the gods that he was.

I felt the weirdest yet, most fantastic sensation as he blew on my wet tip. It sent shivers straight through me. Then he started swirling his tongue around me again, running his tongue through my slit before he popped off. This time though, he licked the underside of my dick from the base back to the tip and then started swirling his tongue around my tip, again.

I let my head fall back against the lockers, looking up at the ceiling because if I watched Percy doing this, I wouldn't last two minutes. He repeated the sequence about five times, my breath hitching each time he ran his tongue through my slit. Then he started to take me in...like all of me.

"Fuck, Perce," I hissed as he started to bob his head, and I felt my head slamming into the back of his throat, and he began to hum each time it did. He set an inhumane pace, and soon I started to feel my muscles tense. I felt my hips beginning to buck, but Percy pinned them down with his hands as soon as they began to move.

"Fuck!" I swear I started to hyperventilate. "Perce, I'm gonna..." I tried to warn him so he could pull away and avoid me unloading into his mouth. To my shock, he didn't pull away. What he did do, stopped my heart for a second, I swear.

He grazed his teeth along my shaft, sucked at my tip like it was a fucking lollypop and then he slammed right back onto me. As my head hit the back of his throat, I exploded. I saw white, my knees buckled, and I was vaguely aware of Percy working to swallow...he was fucking swallowing?

When I was done, he popped off me, let go of my hips and untied my hands. I instantly slid down the lockers, numb, sitting on the ground in front of him, breathing heavily. He looked down at me with a satisfied smirk. I let my head fall back against the lockers again, trying to catch my breath.

"Where the fuck did you learn all this?" I asked as my eyes fluttered closed. I could feel Percy move closer, could feel his breath on my ear.

"Oh, you don't want to hear all the horny details of my past, now do you?" he whispered, effectively sending shivers through my body. I opened my eyes to see him give me a wink, smirk still intact.

"Well, one thing's for sure," he raised an eyebrow at me, and I gave him a smirk of my own in return. "Your mouth truly can do no wrong." A low, husky chuckle escaped his lips, and I loved the sound. "So, can this be expected every time I have a good game?" He cocked his head in thought.

"Call it..." he said still in thought "...incentive." The way he said it was like he was testing how it felt on his tongue.

"And if I have a bad game?" I challenged, already feeling myself heat up. He leaned in slowly until he was about an inch from my nose.

"Then I'll just have to spank you, won't I?" he said, and just like that, he got up, opened a locker and got dressed.

I stared at him in wonder. How could he be so open about this stuff? I couldn't even think about it without blushing. He looked down at me and started to chuckle. He held out his hand, and I took it. He helped me up, pulled up my pants and fastened it along with my belt.

"How about we get some food in you?" he asked, and I started to nod shyly, after all, he did get me dressed because I was still in shock. "I mean I'm pretty full, but you must be starving," he grinned at me wickedly, and it felt like my head was on fire, my eyes going wide. He burst out laughing as he made his way out the locker room.

You, Perseus Jackson, are going to be the death of me.