Dam Pie

"I don't think I've ever eaten this much in my life," I said as I leaned forward onto the table with a groan.

"Well, we weren't about to underfeed you on Thanksgiving, now were we?" Percy asked before he took both our plates and walked it over to the sink. His dad was already starting to slice the pie.

"Sir, please, none for me." I was met with four questioning looks. Ty was the first to break the silence.

"Yeah, he's right. Pie is for winners, so give me his slice." Ella started giggling. Had I mentioned that they won the Scholastic Decathlon State tournament? Percy smacked him upside the head as he walked back to his seat on my side of the counter.

"I was more taken back by the 'please,'" Mister Jackson said. "I don't think I've ever heard that word in this house," he smirked at his sons. "May I ask why, Jason?"

"I'm going to have a hard enough time come Monday's practice, sir," I answered as Percy started drawing circles on my back.

"Right, Coach Hedge will be all..." Percy took a deep breath, preparing himself to impersonate Coach Hedge, "...semi-finals are coming. Time to whip you bunch of cupcakes into shape," he even ended it with the whipped motion, complete with 'whoopha' sound effect. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, pretty much," I smiled at the goofball.

"I'm so glad that's not my problem anymore," he sang, reaching for the plate his father had placed in front of him, only for it to be taken away a split second before he reached it.

"You know, Percy," Mister Jackson said as Percy looked up at him like a five-year-old who had just been told there is no Santa Claus. "Come Monday; you're going to be training hard too." He raised an eyebrow at Percy. "Perhaps it will be better if you go without pie too."

"But...but..." Percy's head snapped between his father and me as if he was asking me to help him, "...it's Thanksgiving."

"Yes, but that's no excuse to loaf," his father said, taking the plate for himself. "You're an athlete, Percy, and you have to be ready to compete this summer." He took a bite of the pie before he turned back to me. "Where are you playing the semi's, Jason?"

"Um, Miami Gardens, sir," I answered. I stole a glance at Percy, who was sulking back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. I almost burst out laughing.

"Florida, nice," Mister Jackson nodded. "When?"

"Thirty-first December, sir."

"So you might not be able to go home for Christmas?" he asked with a frown.

"No, sir."

"That's depressing," Tyson mumbled around a mouthful of pie.

"It's alright." Everyone but Percy seemed a little shocked. "My dad's taking my stepmother to Switzerland to ski, and my sister already bailed," I shrugged, and silence fell over the room. "I guess I'm not in the mood to go home to an empty house, anyway." Again, silence.

"Very depressing," Tyson mumbled, pushing his plate away from himself. Everyone had stopped eating. It was almost as if the pie now left a bad taste in their mouths.

"Well," Percy started, obviously trying to lift the spirits. "You're always welcome at my mom's," he said, giving me a peck on the cheek.

"Well, since Percy helped me cook..." Mister Jackson said as he stood, "...Ty, you're on clean up duty while I take a wonderful nap before the last game." He stretched his arms over his head as Tyson groaned.

"I think that sounds perfect," Percy said, copying his father's movements to a tee. He did, however, give me a mischievous look before he turned towards the stairs, motioning for me to follow. I obediently followed up the stairs and into Percy's room as I heard his father's door close as well.

The moment I stepped into the room, though, I was thrown onto the bed, Percy pinning my hips down as he straddled me. I almost screamed, but Percy was smart enough to clasp a hand over my mouth.

"You owe me dessert," he whispered huskily into my ear, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Will he ever stop affecting me this much? He slowly let go of my mouth and plucked his shirt over his head, which sent another shiver down my spine.

"Why are you so fucking hot?" I hissed, and he chuckled before he slowly pulled my hoodie up and over my head. The cold air hit me like a wave, and I could feel my nipples harden almost immediately. Then Percy's mouth was on mine, and I forgot about the cold.

He slipped his hand down from my neck, grazing his thumb over my already sensitive nipple, which shot straight to my groin, before continuing south. I was aware of my breath hitching as his finger reached the hem of my pants. I was hard now, and aching for him to slip his hand inside.

His lips left mine, tracing a path along my jaw to my earlobe where he bit down, as his finger teased the sensitive skin right beneath the hem of my sweats. I bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming or at least moaning. It was a sin. A complete and utter sin what this man could do to me in a matter of seconds, reduce me to with a few actions.

"Percy," I breathed his name, careful not to be too loud. Never have we had to be quiet. Sure we had tried to make as little noise as possible for Leo's sake, but now his father was right in the next room, his brother and Ella too. We had to be quiet this time, and that surprisingly made the whole thing hotter.

"Shhh," he hissed in my ear as his non-teasing hand came up to clasp over my mouth again. He then continued to nibble on my ear, and I could feel my dick start to throb...and, then it was all gone. Percy wasn't straddling my hips, wasn't kissing me or nibbling at my ear, wasn't even teasing me at the hem of my pants. I looked at him, where he now sat on the edge of the bed with an evil little smile on his face. The only thing that remained was my raging erection.

"What the fuck?" I hissed, and he put a finger to my lips.

"Now we both missed out on dessert," he whispered, and I realised what he was doing. He had the slice of pie right in front him, could almost taste it when it was taken away. He just took my pie away too, except my pie was sex.

"You're so cruel," I whimpered, letting my head fall back into a pillow. He chuckled as he jumped underneath the covers, settling in for what looked like a nap. The air was suddenly freezing on my bare chest. "Percy, please," I pleaded, desperate for release.

"Look I don't care what you do," he said, looking at me, nose barely sticking out from under the duvet. "Think of your sister if you have to, but I'm not touching it." That did it. One mention of Thalia and I went soft. Evidently, Percy realised this. He gave me a sweet smile.

"What about you get in here with me?" he asked, pulling back the covers for me. I didn't think twice. He wrapped me up in his arms as soon as I was in reach and I snuggled into him, laying my head on his chest. I was thankful for the warmth he radiated.

I hadn't realised how cold it was. I've never liked winter but lying there in Percy's arms; it didn't seem too bad. I guess part of why I hated winter was the fact that I've never really had someone to help keep me warm.

My mother died when I was two; my father has never even given me a hug and Reyna...well, Reyna wasn't the cuddly type. The only person who has ever held me was Thalia, and yet she pulled away too, absent for years. Our nanny, Lupa, wasn't the affectionate type either. She had always told me not to show any weakness, and apparently, love was a weakness.

I traced a finger over the words scrawled across his ribs, close to his heart as he had told me the first time I had asked about his tattoos. They were in ancient Greek, which I couldn't read, but he had told me what stood there. 'We were not put on the earth to be ordinary'. His mother had always said that. She sees the world differently, and she always wanted to be more.

My father would have a heart attack if he ever saw Percy's back, covered almost entirely with a nautical map, compass and pirate ship included. He had told me that the compass had been his first tattoo and it just grew around it. If you had told me a year ago that I would fall in love with a man covered in tattoos, I might have had a heart attack myself.

I slid my hand down his arm to where I knew the trident was engraved on his pulse, for his father, only fitting seeing that his father was named after a sea god. I had asked him why he was named after Perseus, a son of Zeus if his father was named after the sea god. He told me that his mother insisted on Perseus because he was one of the few Greek heroes whose story didn't end in tragedy.

I felt a bit of rough skin right before I reached the trident, and as I looked down, I saw two new words engraved into his skin, right above the trident. They too were in ancient Greek, though, so I had no idea what it might mean. It was kind of strange dating a Greek, especially since my family was initially Roman. Greeks and Romans haven't exactly gotten along in the past.

"That's new," I pointed out, and I felt Percy's chest vibrate as he chuckled.

"I wondered how long it would take you to notice," he spoke softly into my ear. I could hear the smile in his voice, and I couldn't help but smile myself.

"What does it say?" I asked, turning onto my stomach to face Percy directly.

"I think it's time you learned to read Greek," he sighed as he gently pushed me off him, turning onto his stomach as well, placing his arm between us, tattoo facing upwards. I stared at the words, 'Ιάσονας Χάρη'.

"Well, then you have to learn to read Latin," I challenged, raising a brow at him. He scrunched his nose at that. I mean, he had trouble with English because of his dyslexia. He wasn't ever going to learn Latin.

"You really want to know?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you idiot." He just smiled at me and leaned into my ear. I looked down at the words again. I somehow felt drawn, connected to them.

"It says..." he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine, "...Jason Grace."