Body shots

"If you're late because you two were having sex, I'm going to kill you," Will hissed as he pulled us through D-vine's door. I laughed at his palpable gay panic. Jason eyed him carefully.

"I'm guessing Nico's here too?" Will glared at me.

"He refused to let Hazel come without supervision," he whined. "Which means he's not even looking at me because he's in big brother mode...and it's hot." I laughed harder as I shrugged off my jacket.

I felt good with how I looked. I was still a little nervous about how people were going to react to the remodelled tattoo. And by people, I meant Jason. This was also the first night we were out as a couple. Yeah, I talked to him once before practice, and I was at his game, but I was isolated from the team in both cases. Why did I feel like I didn't belong anymore? Maybe I was self-conscious because for years I was sitting next to these guys, laughing at all the ways girls tried to stake claims and show the world who they belonged to.

And now I was walking into a football team party, wearing my boyfriend's Captain America tank top. In my defence, it was the same shade of blue as my converse. Besides, the ripped skinny jeans I was wearing was black. If I wore a black tank, I would come across as just a little too emo for my liking. And white is never a good idea in drinking scenarios unless I wanted to look as crusty and disgusting as Gabe by the end of the night.

"Woah, what's that?" came Will's voice as I handed my jacket to the coat check. I turned around to see two pairs of blue eyes locked on my arm.

"Well, the anchor tattoo was really faded, so I had it redone," I shrugged, trying to keep calm as I saw Jason's eyes widen slightly. His cheeks tinted pink as he shrugged off his coat and handed it to the coat check, taking both our numbers and stuffing them in his jean pocket.

"It looks good," Will smiled. "Not as good as Nico's angel wings, but good."

"Angel wings?" I asked with a frown.

"Yeah, he has black wings on his back," Will sighed dreamily, and I smirked. "They're hauntingly beautiful like an angel of death."

"Oh my gods," Jason said slowly. "You have it real bad."

"What's the roman numerals, though?" Will cleared his throat, pointing towards my arm.

"Thirteenth September last year," Jason answered, scratching the back of his neck as he diverted his gaze elsewhere. I raised an eyebrow at the drastically darkening blush on his cheeks.

"What happened on the thirteenth of September?" Will looked worried as he eyed Jason's discomfort. I could only smirk.

"I found my anchor," I shrugged. Will eyed the tomato beside me one more second before turning back to me.

"Anyway, I really need your help." I raised a questioning brow at the blonde. "Yeah, well as I said. Nico's in big brother mode, and I've been trying to get him to notice me. Cecil, bless his heart, has tried to help, but I need someone with a little more sex appeal to come dance with me before I resort to taking off my clothes."

"Wait, taking off your clothes?" Jason sputtered.

"Pollux is holding my boots and hat behind the bar for me." My eyes widened in the realisation of what he was planning. "I am fully prepared to take off my shirt, put on my boots and hat and offer to ride him like a bronco. Because that's the kind of Texan, I am." That sentence sounded even dirtier with Will's southern accent.

"Oh fuck," Jason breathed before he shoved me towards Will. "Go, he needs you more than I do right now." Will shot Jason a grateful look before grabbing my wrist to tug me to the dancefloor.

"Hold up," I pulled back for a minute. "One condition. If I help you, you help me. Jason's a lightweight."

"Hey," Jason protested, but I ignored him.

"So help me keep him alive tonight."

"Understood," Will nodded, and I gave Jason a peck on the cheek before I followed Will onto the dancefloor.

The bar was packed, which really shouldn't have been the case. The reason Piper could book the bar for free wasn't only that she was one hell of a negotiator. It was a Thursday night, and the football team and cheerleaders were just about the only students on campus because classes didn't start again till Monday. How were there so many people here?

I looked over my shoulder to see Drew pull Jason off towards a few couches by the DJ booth, and my stomach dropped. I didn't like her touching him. I hated the way she smiled at him. I knew that fucking smile and how she paired it with a flip of her hair and a playful graze of the arm. I forced myself to look away. I trusted Jason with my life, and I knew he would never cheat, ever.

For my own sanity, I focussed on the blonde in front of me instead. Will spun around angling me is such a way that I caught a glimpse of his Italian roommate over his shoulder. It took a mere five seconds of Will moving his hips for a pair of onyx eyes at the bar to zero in on the action. Will would never see it, though. Not since the eyes snapped back to the caramel curls by his side at the first sign of the blonde turning around. I saw it, however. The hungry gaze that found Will whenever his back was turned. I smirked as I gripped Will's hand and pulled him to me just as Dua Lipa's Physical started.

My hand on his hip spun him around, and his back met my chest. In an instant, we fell into each other like we always did in high school. Will's hand found the back of my head as he pulled me closer, my chin resting on his shoulder as he ground his ass back against me. A few months ago, this would have led to sex in the bathroom. Now all I could think was how much I wished it was Jason instead of him.

"He was staring," I whispered into Will's ear. "Watch his jaw." I slipped a hand underneath Will's shirt, pulling it up just far enough to catch a glimpse of his abs. Sure enough, Nico's jaw twitched, even though his head was turned the other way. That's when I saw it. The murderous glare reflected in the mirrors behind the bar. So that's how he kept an eye on Will without the blonde noticing? I smirked back at the dark-haired man before spinning Will around again, pulling him in closer to whisper in his ear again.

"He's been watching you all damn night in the fucking mirrors, idiot." Will frowned, and I had to physically stop him from spinning around again with a firm hand on the back of his neck.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, eyes widening as he stared at something over my shoulder. "Percy, body shots." I spun around just as Drew lied down on the coffee table in front of my man, the Stolls setting up salt and lime for a tequila shot from between her breast.

I acted before I knew what I was doing. My hand found Sherman Yang's collar on its own accord, and I pulled the guy towards the couches. I shoved him onto his knees in front of the cheerleader sprawled out over the table. Did she have no fucking shame? He stared up at me, confused.

"Take the damn shot, Sherman," I ordered, and he did so without question. Drew scowled at me as Sherman licked the salt off her stomach before his lips wrapped around the shot glass nestled in her silicone valley. Lastly, he gingerly took the offered lime wedge from between her teeth. He didn't dare linger, though. She looked like she would bite.

"The fuck, Jackson," the Asian girl sneered. "That shot was meant for Jason."

"Yeah well, I'm not letting my boyfriend lick anyone else, so fuck off, thot," I deadpanned, and there were a few snickers around the circle. Drew got up and stomped off, fuming out the ears. Jason gently pulled me onto the couch next to him, smirking before he pecked me on the lips. I tasted tequila and frowned.

"I was dancing for like five minutes. How many shots did they give you in five minutes?"

"Two," my boyfriend sang happily. Two shots weren't enough to get him drunk, but it was apparently enough for the blonde to initiate PDA. He pulled me into his side, kissing me behind the ear.

"Hey, I thought you were team Ironman," Jake frowned as he pointed at my shirt. "Why would you betray us like that, bro?"

"Relax, gearhead." I rolled my eyes at the engineering student. "I am team Ironman." He narrowed his eyes at me, sceptically.

"I'm not, though," Jason said next to me, which caused an uproar of playful jeers towards me wearing Jason's clothes. Will tossed me a bottle of water as he walked into the conversation. A bottle I silently handed over to Jason to drink, who kissed me behind the ear again.

"By the way, I love the tattoo," Jason whispered in my ear, and it sent shivers through me. "But you could've chosen the date we actually started dating opposed to the night we first had sex."

"No, I couldn't," I whispered back, tilting my head toward him. "Because I didn't take your virginity on the sixteenth." He blushed, and I kissed him quickly on the lips.

"Oh, you guys are so cute together!" Piper coed as she dropped into the seat next to me.

"Careful, your inner girly-girl is showing," I jabbed and she rolled her eyes.

"Okay, well, I think I have a suitable punishment for Percy," Travis shouted to silence the rest of the circle.

"Why the fuck am I being punished, now?" My head snapped up. I was so immersed in Jason, and our little moment, I had completely spaced out on the conversations around us.

"Perseus Jackson, you are accused of the unlawful distribution of honoured shots as well as dishonouring your bro Jake Mason by wearing displeasing merchandise." I rolled my eyes at a wickedly grinning Connor.

"These wrongs must be righted," Travis continued, sticking a finger in the air. I bit back my suggestion of where else he could stick his finger. "Firstly, the offending garment must be removed."

"Oh yeah, we'd all like that," Piper smirked, and Jason's hold on me tightened with a scowl.

"Easy, Superman," Leo laughed from Jason's other side. "You'll enjoy the reason for it," he said conspiratorially.

"Secondly," Travis nearly screamed over the chatter, making everyone die down. "Since Percy won't allow dear Jason to lick anyone else, he will have to volunteer as serving platter for our beloved quarterback's victory shots."

"Ah, fuck," I grumbled as cheers went up from around the group. They weren't going to let me get out of this.

"Front and centre, Jackson," the Stolls said, and I eyed the surface of the coffee table. There were already little puddles of spilt booze littering the table, and I wasn't looking forward to having my bare back pressed to the presumably sticky tabletop.

It couldn't be helped though, so I scooted forward and tugged the tank top over my head. A couple of wolf whistles sounded as I sat on the table and pulled Jason onto his knees in between my thighs. The little coffee table was barely a foot off the ground, which meant Jason was pretty much eye level with me.

He looked slightly panicked. Hades, he's never done a regular shot before tonight, not to mention a highly erotic version of a shot with an audience. At least it was with me and not another thirsty bitch. I cupped the back of his neck, bringing him closer to whisper in his ear.

"I got you, babe."