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“We shouldn’t do this.” Jason gasps, fisting the curls caught between his fingers.
Percy looks up, lips still brushing against hot golden skin. “Do you want me to stop?” His breath is whispering leaves in a dangerous forest.
“Gods no,” Jason whines. His back hits the metal of the bleachers, making him hiss as the cold seeps through his letterman jacket.
Percy latches onto his neck again and Jason’s eyes go blurry, as he sinks into himself. The chocolate taste from their special brownie batch still lingers on his tongue and he can hear his friends somewhere in the distance. But he can’t concentrate on anything because he’s here and not and he can feel everything and he doesn’t want to but he will and—
“Percy!” He trembles, as he tugs them together, lips meeting in a clash of too much and perfect all at once.
“Jason.”
His name is a prayer and sin and divinity and falling grace. He is at a loss for words.
This will never end. Will it?