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Most people who were presented with the opportunity to draw on a sleeping person's face wouldn't hesitate to break out the sharpie and write something vulgar and funny on their victim.
Percy Jackson was not most people. He saw his boyfriend asleep on the couch and instead of a sharpie, Percy broke out the lipstick. His lipstick was matte black - not like his soul but because it made him look devastatingly sexy - and Percy applied it to his lips very thoroughly. When Percy was satisfied with the coverage, he got to work.
Luke wasn't a heavy sleeper under most circumstances - he spent too long being hunted - but when he was around Percy, Luke tended to sleep a little deeper. It showed a level of trust in Percy that Percy never took advantage of. Except for today.
Percy leaned over Luke and kissed his cheek. He planted kisses all over Luke's face, leaving behind perfect black prints of his puckered lips.
Luke slept on unaware of what Percy was doing. He was going to love this when he woke up…if he noticed. How long would it take Luke to notice the kiss marks all over his skin?
Percy reapplied his lipstick, struggling to keep from smiling. This was going to be great. He kissed Luke's throat and neck, being so very careful not to smudge his hard work.
Luke moaned very softly as Percy kissed his neck. His neck was a sweet spot, so sensitive that touching him there always made Luke hard.
Percy loved biting Luke's neck because it always made Luke hump like a dog and that was sexy. But he wasn't biting now.
Even so, Luke was beginning to wake up. “Mmm…Percy,” he mumbled without opening his eyes.
“It's me,” Percy said, smiling. He was so fond of this man it filled his chest like helium in a balloon. “You don't have to wake up now.”
Luke hummed. His eyes were still closed. “You're sus,” he said sleepily.
Percy laughed quietly. He was on the floor, head resting against Luke's ribs. He could feel Luke's heart beating.
“Up to something,” Luke said. For a man still mostly asleep, Luke was very astute.
“No I'm not,” Percy lied.
“Scheming,” Luke said. He yawned.
Percy hoped Luke didn't touch his face before he could see. “I would never.”
“Mhm,” Luke hummed disbelievingly. He opened his eyes to look at Percy. “I like the lipstick. It's sexy.”
Percy smiled. “Thanks. I wore it for you.”
Luke put a hand on the back of Percy's head. “C’mere.”
Percy moved closer.
Their lips met in a kiss.
The doorbell rang.
Luke and Percy both jumped.
“I'll get it,” Percy said, getting to his feet.
“Is it that time already?” Luke asked. He sat up and stretched.
Percy opened the door to Annabeth and Thalia.
Thalia had her arm around Annabeth, keeping the other woman close. They made quite a sight together. Thalia dressed in ripped and patched punk clothes, decorated with spikes and safety pins. Meanwhile Annabeth looked like a forest ranger in her khaki shorts and button up shirt, and hiking boots.
“Stealing my look?” Thalia asked, one pierced eyebrow raised. She too wore black lipstick. However hers wasn't all over Annabeth's face.
Percy grinned. “Don't say anything,” he said, keeping his voice low.
Annabeth cocked her head. “What did you do?”
Percy’s grin widened. “You'll see.” Louder he said, “Come on in.” He stood aside for them to come in.
Thalia and Annabeth did, going into the living room. When she saw Luke, Thalia snorted.
“What?” Luke asked, getting up to greet both of them with hugs.
“Your bedhead is impressive for someone with such short hair,” Thalia lied.
Annabeth's eyes were wide but she didn't blow Percy's cover. She elbowed Thalia and said, “It's not any worse than yours.”
“It's different, kitten. Luke isn't a punk,” Thalia replied.
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Are you two ready for lunch?” she asked. You'd think she would tell her big brother that he'd been compromised but Annabeth had a surprising mischievous streak.
“Let me get my shoes on,” Luke said.
Thalia drove a convertible painted the same place blue color as lightning and the top was down so that Luke couldn't see his reflection in the windows.
They drove through town, always drawing looks, but now people did double takes. At the restaurant, there were giggles and looks. One mortal snapped a photo of Luke with their phone.
“People are being weird today,” Luke commented.
“People are always weird,” Thalia replied.
Luke hummed.
They got a booth, Luke and Percy sitting across from Thalia and Annabeth. The waiter couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Luke, except to flick his eyes to Percy's black lips. It was amazing that no one said anything outright. Their food came. They talked about everything except for the kiss prints on Luke's face.
And then it was time to go home and Luke still hadn't noticed.
Thalia and Annabeth came inside for drinks.
Finally, Luke went to the bathroom.
Thalia, Annabeth, and Percy exchanged looks. The looks changed to smiles and then to giggles.
Luke returned from the bathroom. He had to have seen but his expression looked completely normal. The black kiss marks were still on Luke’s face. Luke stood in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips. “What did he bribe your silence with?”
Annabeth buried her face in a throw pillow to muffle her giggles.
Luke stared at her and then turned his attention to Thalia. He raised an eyebrow.
Thalia smirked. “No bribes necessary.”
“Uh-huh,” Luke said, looking unimpressed. “You’d turn on me so easily?”
Thalia shrugged, remorseless. “Next time we'll charge him.”
Luke held his stern look for a moment longer and then he laughed. He flopped down beside Percy and pulled him into a headlock. “You're trouble,” Luke said. He kissed the top of Percy’s head.
Percy snuggled up against Luke’s side. “You love me.”
”I do love you,” Luke agreed. “You’re still trouble.”