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Percy Jackson was an octopus that had taken the form of a human and was dedicated to laying on Apollo all the time. Not that Apollo minded. He preferred it to laying on the couch by himself. They’d often fall asleep wrapped around each other. It was only when Apollo tried to get up did the problems begin.
Apollo woke up groggily from another nap with Percy and glanced at the clock. He’d promised to meet Rachel soon. He nudged his boyfriend.
“Baby,” Apollo whispered. “I have to go.” Nothing. Apollo tried again. “Percy, I need to leave.” He grabbed Percy’s arms that were tightened against him and tried to pry Percy off him.
It had the opposite effect. Percy’s grip became lethal, squeezing his waist tighter. Had he been mortal, Percy might have cracked a few ribs. Apollo wheezed out and flopped backwards on the bed.
“You’re not allowed to move.” Came Percy’s sleepy voice. Apollo huffed. Of course he was awake. He’d probably been awake the whole time Apollo had been trying to figure out how to move without waking him up. Typical.
“Baby, I have to meet Rachel. I promised I’d model for her.”
“And how did she extract that promise?”
Apollo pursed his lips. “Favour for a favour.”
“And what favour did you give her?”
Apollo signed. “We cried a little bit together, is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Very much so.” Percy wrapped his hand in Apollo’s. “Because you were probably crying about something dumb.”
“Ned Stark’s death was not dumb.” Apollo insisted. Percy shrugged. “I could have told you that he’d die.”
“That would have ruined the experience for me.”
“I don’t know why you got attached to Game of Thrones characters anyway. Especially in season one.”
“You said some of them would live!”
“ Some being the key word there.”
“You suck.”
“I do. I suck very well.”
Apollo was quiet. “That was a terrible joke.” Percy let go of Apollo’s waist who then used the chance to drop Percy’s hand and slide off the bed.
“No,” Percy protested. “Come back.”
“Never,” Apollo said dramatically. “I have been freed from the grasp of the sea monster from the depths, and never shall I return.”
“Rude.” Percy huffed as he too slid out of bed. “Wait for me, I want to see the shitshow you and Rachel are going to concoct together.”
“It’s not going to be a shitshow. She needs me for her art class. They’re doing a greek mythology character study or whatever.”
Percy raised an eyebrow. “And she wants you as Apollo?”
“No, she wants me to be Poseidon. Of course she wants me as Apollo.” Percy rolled his eyes and spat in the sink.
“Are you wearing something sexy?” Percy asked as he pulled on a pair of old sweatpants and a Lana Del Rey graphic tee.
“Is a chiton sexy?”
“I can work with it,” Percy wrapped his hand in Apollo’s again. “Or I can try.”
Apollo flicked him.