The Naughty

Percy POV

Sweat beaded my forehead as her lips brushed my neck. Her gentle kisses traveled along my jaw and towards my chest.

My back arched to press up against her. The blonde felt my movements and adjusted her own body. Her waist pushed down against mine leading to another moan to come out of my mouth.

"Gods, you feel so good," I whispered.

She kissed my neck again before biting down. I groaned while rocking my hips again. My hands reached forward and grabbed her waist. I flipped us around so that I was on top now.

My lips crashed onto hers as my hands explored her body.

One hand was caressing her neck while my other hand was feeling the skin on her stomach, waist, and chest. Our clothes weren't even off, so the pressure from her shirt was only tightening my hold on her.

"Percy," she whispered between kisses. It was my turn to shift the kissing to her skin. She had a very accented neck that emphasized her nape.

I gently kissed her shoulder before pulling the orange shirt off of her (leaving her in a black bra). She had a stunning body, and I took it all in. Her chest moved in rhythm with her breathing. My body vibrated in sync with hers as I pressed down again.

My lips captured Annabeth's mouth once more.

Sweat beaded my forehead as our interaction continued in my mind.

---I gasped while sitting up on my bed. I frantically looked around to realize that I was alone. I had taken a nap because my body was aching from the beating this morning.

Gabe jostled me around today, but it wasn't too painful. He threw me against the wall before pushing me to the ground. Then, he left for work. We didn't have school today because it was the Wednesday of Thanksgiving break. I had nothing going on today, so I decided to take a nap and rest.

It was a dream. A sex dream with Annabeth.

I quickly wiped the sweat that was dripping from my forehead. Everything felt hot as I continued to feel her lips against my skin. The thing about dreams is that they're imaginary, but they can feel so real.

My breathing became heavy, and I couldn't shake Annabeth from my head.

I've had sex dreams before, but they were never this vivid. Wise Girl had a sort of power over me that makes me weak to the knees.

Grover suggested that I liked Annabeth.

While I was physically attracted to her, I rejected the notion of liking her. We were too different, and she got me into this awful deal.

I will admit that it's been hard. While pain relief and distraction via sex stopped, Gabe didn't stop. My mom's cancer didn't disappear. It was a lot to cope with, and I was struggling. There were many times when I wanted to give up, but I resisted.

Speaking of resistance, my sweat pants felt like they were gonna explode. The pressure below was agonizing.

Recently, I have been feeling very 'erotically charged.' That's a fancy way of saying horny. Props to my Friends reference.

"Thank you teenage hormones," I muttered.

I groaned as I walked to the bathroom to relieve myself. I kept thinking about my dream as I did my business.

Dam. Annabeth would probably kill me if she found out that I had a naughty dream about her. Of course, I couldn't control my dreams. However, some people believed that dreams were windows into the subconscious.

I wonder what that says about my feelings towards Annabeth.

***

I wasn't allowed to visit my mother on Thanksgiving day. It was hospital policy that they couldn't have visitors when it was short-staffed. Since many healthcare professionals didn't want to work on a holiday, the hospital restricted visitation on Thanksgiving.

As such, I spent half of the day before with my mother.

She was very weak, and it showed in her lack of talking. Regardless, I continued to ramble about my week and hold her hand.

Eventually, I run out of things to say, but solace came best in those moments. The room would be quiet, and I'd just enjoy my mother's company. I missed her so much, but she needed to stay at the hospital. She had to get better. I didn't have anyone else.

After spending time at the hospital, I went home. Fortunately, Gabe wasn't there.

Everyone was spending time with their family for Thanksgiving. However, I was spending it alone. A few days passed by in loneliness. I barely left my room so that I wouldn't have to deal with Gabe.

Grover wanted to invite me for Thanksgiving, but I politely refused. While I wanted to spend time with him and his family, I didn't want to intrude.

Thanksgiving is about family first and foremost.

Finally, it was Saturday when I decided to step outside. It was slightly cold, so I wore a jacket to walk in the park.

There were very few people outside today. The leaves had all fallen from the trees, and the trails were empty. The fresh breeze and warm sunlight felt so refreshing.

I was walking for several minutes before coming across a group of girls. They were crowding around a boy sitting on a bench.

The little boy was crying. I realized that this was bullying. The girls kept calling him names while ganging upon him. In this case, girls were bulling the young boy. It was so unfair. I felt my blood boil as I walked over to them.

"Hey, what the hell? Stop making fun of him," I exclaimed.

The girls turned around and their whole personalities changed. Rather than having scowls on their faces, they were blushing and batting their eyelashes. It was sick considering how much younger they were.

However, my interest was in the boy with tears on his face. He looked very familiar, but I couldn't place him.

"Get away from him," I ordered. The girls dissipated but not before the leader tried to touch my arm. I immediately pulled away and told them to get lost.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked softly.

I sat next to the light-haired boy. He finally looked up with his silver eyes, and I immediately felt sorry. He was a normal, young boy who was getting tormented by bullies.

"Why are people so mean?" he asked miserably.

"Some people are mean because they enjoy spreading the pain from their own lives. Others are mean because it makes them feel better. There's no real answer to that question," I replied.

"Even people that I love are mean to me," he cried.

"A person that is supposed to love me, hates me. I know how you feel."

This time, I did wrap my arm around his back. He was a small boy with milky skin because of its pale nature. I gently rubbed his back. His head instinctually leaned against my shoulder as I comforted him with my words.

I always try to stop bullying, but it persisted anyway.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Bob Titan. I came to play in the park, but they intercepted me. No one likes me in this world," he whispered.

His last name struck a nerve with me. However, it had to be a coincidence. I quickly shook my head to shake my thoughts away before turning towards the gray-haired boy. It was weird for a young kid to have gray/white hair.

"I'm Percy. You have very cool hair, kid. Anyway, why are you here alone?" I asked.

"I don't like the people that I live with. They're so mean to me," the boy cried. I quickly picked the boy into my arms.

"Come on, Bob, I'll drop you at home. I don't want those bullies to find you again. I'll give you a piggyback ride. How does that sound?" I asked excitedly.

It was the first time that the boy smiled. His arms wrapped around my neck before he twisted himself onto my back. I quickly adjusted him on my back.

I jogged through the park. The eight-year-old clung tightly to my neck. However, he relaxed after realizing that I wouldn't drop him.

"All right, Bob, tell me where to go," I said firmly.

His little fingers were playing with my black hair. It felt like a massage, and I was having a good time with the kid. I like interacting with kids. That's part of the reason why I volunteer at the hospital pediatric wing.

The kid gave me instructions to his home.

It surprised me that he lived in a rich neighborhood. It was a gated community with million-dollar mansions. It was situated next to the park.

The boy explained that he lived in house #2022, so that's where I took him.

"All right, Bob, I brought you home, so it's time that you go inside. It's also getting late. Also, you can't run away from your home like this. That'll get you in serious trouble," I explained.

Just then, his front door opened to reveal a middle-aged man. I immediately recognized the man, and my chest constricted.

No wonder Bob ran away and said that his family was awful.

"Boy, get back here right now. I have already warned you once that you cannot run away from home," the man ordered. Then, his dark eyes met mine.

"Well, well, if it isn't Perseus Jackson," Atlas said slyly.

I pulled Bob to the ground but held his hand. My hand engulfed the little boy's hand, but I didn't intend to let go anytime soon.

"Bob told me everything. How can you treat your son like this?"

"How I treat my children is my own decision. Besides, you're not one to talk. Your dad died when you were young, and your step-dad is a deadbeat," Atlas appraised. My free hand balled into a fist even though he was completely correct.

"It's your job to protect your kids. Not hurt them. Haven't you learned your lesson yet?" I asked confidently.

"A year in jail doesn't do shit, Jackson," he exclaimed.

Bob immediately cowered behind my leg. I didn't want to leave the boy here, but I couldn't take him either. I had no choice.

"So, you broke up with my daughter. I suppose that this is another reason for me to kill you," Atlas expressed.

My jaw hardened at the mention of Calypso. I didn't want to think about her, let alone talk about her. She was the perfect girlfriend until she wasn't. I gave her so much love until she didn't deserve my love anymore.

"Bob, this is your home. I'm sorry about that," I whispered as I lowered to Bob's level. "Just be careful and don't tell your sister that you saw me."

Bob nodded in confusion before going inside his home.

I continued to stare at Atlas. It was a mutual hatred. After all, I was part of the reason why he had gone to jail for hurting Calypso. Now, he was back, and (evidently) nothing had changed.

I wondered if Calypso was inside. It doesn't matter.

I don't care about her anymore.

With a final glare, I left the Titan residence. I never wanted to see them again, but destiny wanted me to save Bob. However, I wasn't so sure that I saved him. After all, if I left home, and someone brought me back. That wouldn't save me. Instead, it would put me back in the hands of a monster (Smelly Gabe).

I sighed and cleared my head on my way home.

I had enough problems already. I don't need to adopt other people's problems as well. Regardless, I hoped and prayed that Bob and Calypso would be okay with Atlas.

However, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd definitely see them again.