I Slipped In The Shower, Again!

My legs were shaking. I might have blamed my morning jog for my inability to support my own weight, but Percy's fingers were, without a doubt, the real culprit, rubbing intently against the bundle of nerves inside me. My head hit the shower wall with a thud as Percy shifted his thumb over my taint, putting even more pressure on my prostate.

Percy grunted from where he kneeled before me, with my thigh draped over his shoulder, as my heel met the centre of his back, toes curling. My other leg was fighting a losing battle against gravity. If it weren't for Percy's firm hold curling around my thigh and across my abdomen pinning me to the wall, I would have dissolved into a puddle and joined the shower's spray gurgling down the drain.

Somewhere throughout the years, sex with Percy had evolved. Gone were the days of going to war, and in waltzed the era of well-choreographed dances. Lazy weekend mornings turned into a beautiful Vienneses Waltz, flowing languidly through our sheets. Even the table breaking battles of the past had morphed into passionate Tangos.

This, however, was something else entirely. This, where Percy pushes me fast and hard toward my limits, this was a Paso Doble. Percy was the ruthless matador going in for the kill, and I was a once proud bull withering under his assault. A deep chuckle reverberated against my hip at the high pitched whine that bubbled out my throat.

"Stop teasing," I kicked him again. The bastard raised his head, eyes meeting mine with a devilish smirk. The hunger swirling in those whirlpools engulfed me and made me shudder.

"So impatient," Percy mumbled, lips reattaching to my hip, littering the skin stretched tight over the pelvic bone with hickeys. A third finger joined the assault, the slight sting only adding to the pleasure. I clutched at his arm across my stomach, trying to ground myself.

"Percy," I whined, earning another chuckle.

"Yeah, I know," he breathed, reaching for the bottle of lube he had discarded on the shower floor. The fact that we now kept a bottle permanently hidden behind the shampoo was a testament to how routine this dance had become. "I'm getting pretty desperate too. How do you want it?"

"You know how I like it," I said, tugging on his hair to get him on his feet. Percy's fingers slipped away, leaving me terribly empty. Percy slotted his lips over mine, and I welcomed the heat he poured into me.

"Yeah," he hummed. "I do."

He gripped the back of my thighs, my thighs bracketing his hips on instinct and muscle memory. My arms wound around his shoulders, lifting myself just enough so Percy could line up. Percy then promptly dropped me onto his dick. I shuddered as I sank down, his cock instantly and insistently pressing into my abused prostate. Percy and I groaned in unison.

"I fucking love you," Percy growled, searing my lips with a kiss. With his arms linked underneath my knees, he hoisted me back up and dropped me back onto his cock, effectively cutting my own affirmation of love off as the air was knocked from my lungs. I was repeatedly dropped onto Percy's cock, every stroke sending a wave of pleasure through me. My thighs shook as the waves rippled right into my toes. I clawed at Percy's back, aware of his hiss and teeth sinking into my shoulder.

"Perce, I...I'm gonna cum."

"Just hold on a little longer, babe," Percy kissed my temple. "I'm almost there." I groaned, head tilting back and hitting the tile. "Gods, you're beautiful," Percy grunted, abandoning his efforts to lift me, yet thrusting up into me with renewed vigour. "Okay, cum for me, Babe."

His voice was the final nail in my coffin. The bowstring snapped, and everything crashed into me like a tsunami. My body craved to be impossibly closer to Percy, my back arching, nails drawing blood. I came with Percy's name on my lips like a prayer, Percy tipping over the edge with a sinful grunt right after, filling me with heat.

"Fuck," I huffed, trying to regain my breath after a few minutes. Percy lifted me off his cock with a laugh, setting me down on unsteady legs. My knees nearly gave out, but I still took that one step closer to kiss Percy.

"Yeah," Percy hummed into my mouth. "Fuck."

I laughed before grabbing the shampoo and handing it to Percy. I might have been able to stand, but we both knew I wouldn't be cleaning myself. His long, skilful fingers lathered me up and worked on getting me squeaky clean before washing himself. I ran a gentle hand over the angry red marks down his back.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Don't you fucking dare, Jason," Percy smirked as he pulled me into a chaste kiss. "You know I fucking love it when you lose it like that."

"Yeah, I know. I still feel bad about hurting you, though."

"Well, don't," Percy shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"What do you mean, don't?" I protested. "That's easier said than done."

"Well, think of it this way, then. Every time it stings or feels uncomfortable, it's going to remind me of what we did right here. And then I might just have to jack off like a hormonal teenager, all while thinking about you," Percy smiled, and I laughed.

"You'd think after eight years, we would've hit a plateau," I said, biting my lip. "But no, sex with you always gets better every single time. You keep blowing my fucking mind."

"You want me to really blow your mind?" Percy asked, smirking devilishly.

"No, I'm done, you insatiable fucking demon. We're not teenagers anymore," I slapped Percy's chest, which made him laugh. "Now, get me dressed and carry me to the couch."

"As you command, your Grace," Percy winked, lugging me out the shower to put on some sweats before plopping me onto the couch, which is where I stayed, slightly tilted to relieve the pain in my thoroughly fucked ass. Percy went to open the guest bedroom door, Mrs O'Leary bounding over to join me on the couch. She gently laid her head in my lap in a supportive manner. Percy brought me something to eat and drink as he set up everything for tonight's movie night. Estelle came running through the door when Annabeth dropped her off, and I tried not to wince as she jumped into my lap.

"Hey, now," Percy said, thankfully peeling the toddler off my aching body. "Jason's my cuddle buddy."

"You sure you don't wanna stay for dinner and movies?" Percy asked Annabeth, turning back towards the blonde, child on his hip. I couldn't help but smile at the domestic image he portrayed. If I had ovaries, they would have been ready to combust.

"Yeah, Piper and I are going out to dinner, so I'm good," she gave them each a hug and threw a wave to me. "Bye, Estelle," she coed.

"Bye, Auntie Beth," she waved happily.

"Okay, you gonna help me with the pizza?" Percy asked the girl on his hip as Annabeth left.

"Yes," she sang. I smiled again. Percy and his little sister were so alike in many ways, and yet they were each other's opposite as well. They shared the same troublemaker smirk. They both loved the beach, but where Percy loved it for the water, Estelle loved it for the sun and sand, and ice cream. Don't forget the ice cream. Estelle wanted to be a princess like most little girls do. She loved her sundresses and flower crowns. The rainbows and flowers contrasted heavily with her brother's band tees and tattoos, though.

Percy had gotten wilder through the years, if possible. A few more tattoos joined the canvas. Percy's entire thigh was covered in a neon coloured jellyfish that showed through the rips in his jeans and made old ladies glare. He had gotten a couple of piercings, too. The tongue stud was my personal favourite for very selfish reasons.

Not that his students would know any of this. At school and functions with my father, he was perfect, tattoos hidden by perfectly tailored suits, or even covered up with makeup in cases where he wore short sleeves or if he had foregone a tie. The piercings stayed in his drawer, only to be brandished on weekends or holidays.

Which is why I love summers best now. Not only did I get to see Percy show more skin, but since he didn't have to go to school, he was also free to be his punkish self. I adored seeing him shaking off the shackles of his past and just losing control in the tiniest of ways.

I loved him. I loved him more every day. My chest hurt just thinking about how much I loved him.

It's hard to think that nine years ago, I hated Percy Jackson. I couldn't stand looking at him, at the perfect specimen my father kept comparing me to. I'm not proud to admit that in my darker days, I wished him hell. Hoped something would shatter Half-Blood High's prince. If only I had known that the smile was nothing more than a mask, a porcelain mask one touch away from cracking, from shattering. If I had only known that while I wished Percy hell, he battled every day to get through it.

"Hey, Babe?" Percy called from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" I called back.

"Could you please set up the movies while we finish up?" As if on cue, the smell of fresh pizza and popcorn wafted into the living room. Eyeing the bowls of blue candy on the coffee table, I could already feel the tummy ache.

"Sure, what do you guys want to watch first?" I called, grabbing the remote and launching Disney+.

"Finding Nemo," Estelle and Percy sang in unison.

"And then Finding Dory," Percy continued.

I loaded the movie and searched for the remote for the surround sound, only to realise it was on the other side of the room next to the tv. I sighed, glancing down at Mrs O'Leary in my lap, who tilted her head in question.

"Why haven't we taught you how to fetch remotes?" I groaned before pushing myself up, hissing as I got to my feet and shuffled over to the remote.

"Are you hurt, Uncle Jason?" Estelle asked curiously, stopping mid skip alongside Percy with a bowl of popcorn. Percy put the pizza on the coffee table, cheeks flaring up at his sister's question. "Do you need the doctor?" she frowned in concern.

"No, I'm fine, baby girl," I smiled at her, grabbing the remote and hobbling back to my seat. "I just, um, well..." I glanced toward Percy for help.

"He just slipped in the shower."