I Wonder If I Ever Crossed Your Mind
Hermes really wanted to wake up, but he was comfortable. But he felt cold. There was a bit of warmth left from where a warm body was supposed to be next to him, but it was quickly fading and –
The messenger god shot up in bed and looked at the empty spot on the bed next to him in disbelief.
Never, absolutely never, had anyone ever left him. Alone. Especially in bed. And he’d never done that to anyone, knowing how it would make the person feel, and he always took that small bit of time to wait for the person to wake up before he left. It was how he always was, always on the go, always leaving people behind. So he took care to never do that after sleeping with a person, at least for a little second.
Percy had up and left him behind and it hurt like hell.
Of course, if he were being rational and thought on it some more, it would be understandable. Percy being drunk last night made things worse. So okay, yeah, Hermes admitted he’d taken advantaged of Percy, drunk, emotionally vulnerable and confused, and all. And only Zeus knows what was going on in Percy’s head last night and this morning –
Dear Zeus, what was going on in Percy’s head?
Hermes shook his head. Percy had probably woken up confused and miserable, found out he’d slept with Hermes (who he already had a rocky relationship with, especially now after having slept with him), and there was still his issues with Luke. And could he add that Percy probably wasn’t feeling very happy that he’d slept with the father of said boy Percy was currently still having issues about.
Who knows what else was going through Percy’s mind at that moment.
So Hermes understood Percy having just left the god to wake up alone, unable to cope about the situation and everything that had passed.
But it still fucking hurt.
Hermes unhappily slid off the bed, found his chiton and waved it clean, putting it on as he found his sandals. Sliding those on, he trudged out of the room alone and headed out to the streets. There was more people up, but many were still passed out or just milling around in small groups. He started in the direction of his home when he caught wind of the early gossip that was going around.
“Did you see Athena with the Son of Poseidon? They looked really cozy together.”
“You don’t think…”
And he started hearing more, feeling oddly angered and upset. With his discontent from being abandoned in the morning, this recent news just compounded on his displeasure. Before he knew it, he was striding angrily towards Athena’s home and had slipped inside to face the goddess.
“Hermes, I did not expect you to be here now. How are you feeling?” the goddess asked kindly, and he knew immediately what she was referring about.
His lip curled and he narrowed his eyes at her, who was startled at the show of hostility that came suddenly and as a surprise to her.
“Well. How about you? Cozying up to Percy? Thought you hated him as the Son of Poseidon, and wanted him as far away from your daughter and consequently yourself as possible. Now I’m hearing how you were walking the streets this morning with each other, arm in arm fondly, and those nosy minor gods speaking of how the two of you have gotten together. And something about how he’d grabbed your hand before he left and spoke something ‘with such a tender look on his face,’” he quoted the sugary remark he’d heard on the way to Athena’s palace.
Athena looked surprised, “I had no idea those would be the kind of rumors going around. We’d thought that everyone would be claiming I’d finally given Perseus my consent to date my daughter.”
Hermes’ stomach lurched at hearing that. No way would he consent to letting the two of them date. Then he went back to sneering.
“So you’re not denying it. I didn’t think Percy was your type.”
Athena’s eyebrows furrowed and she looked at him in confusion.
“He’s not really. And I assure you, we are not dating. Are you…are you jealous, Hermes?” it was her turn to narrow her eyes.
The messenger god didn’t fumble, raising an eyebrow at her.
“You weren’t friendly with him either. Why the sudden easiness with him?”
“Personal issues,” Athena answered stiffly, not elaborating. “I wasn’t going to mention this, after Luke and all, but you smell like sex. And so did Percy while we’re at it. And the two of you have each other’s smell clinging onto the both of you heavily,” the accusation was implied.
Hermes huffed, though inwardly he was uneasy.
“I was around Percy quite a bit last night. We mourned my son’s death together. Our scent must’ve clung to each other because of the amount of time we spent in each other’s presence.”
“Did I mention both of you smelled like sex?” Athena clenched her jaw.
Hermes frowned, “And what of it? What would you care if I chose to indulge in some carnal pleasures to distract me from my son’s passing? Or if Percy chose to have a little fun after everything he’s been through? He would deserve it.”
Athena stood up tensely, “And would you perhaps have had sex with him? Shall we say that Percy was your distraction last night, and Percy chose to indulge himself with you?”
The male god faltered, knowing Athena wasn’t done and not really wanting to admit to last night’s activities, especially with her.
“Hermes, I am neither blind nor stupid. The two of you had sex with each other last night. Now I’m asking you…was it consensual?”
Hermes really wanted it to be consensual, but if he was being honest and didn’t lie to himself, last night wasn’t consensual at all. Fuck, Percy was beyond drunk and obviously saw Hermes as Luke. But he would never admit that readily to Athena.
“Of course,” he lied tersely.
“Wrong answer again,” she spat out. “Percy didn’t just smell of you and sex, he smelled of alcohol. He had clearly been drinking heavily. A drunk person cannot give full consent. I know drunk sex happens, but I fully know that you were nowhere near drunk or even anywhere close to any alcohol last night. You were in complete control of your faculties, and you chose to take advantage of Percy. You knew Percy was drunk and vulnerable and you still chose to seduce him.”
“I didn’t choose to –,” damn it, his voice cracked. “I didn’t choose to seduce him,” he finished lamely, not even able to look her in the eye.
“Didn’t you? You were the one completely aware of everything, and you knew of Percy’s inebriated state. And yet you still took Percy, knowing he wasn’t capable of making a decision.”
“You don’t understand!” he shouted. “Percy lost Luke. I lost Luke. We’re the only ones who could understand each other. We share the same pain. I know he needs me as much as I needed him, and gods Athena…I don’t regret last night at all. And I still want him.”
Athena looked at him, gaze torn between sympathy and anger.
“And what if Percy regrets last night? What if he never wanted you? He was so lost in thought this morning that he didn’t even notice his hangover. I healed him of it before he could notice, but that he didn’t says a lot. There are too many things on his mind for you to interfere and add more problems.”
“And leave him alone to deal with it all? No thanks, Athena. I’m not going to just leave him to deal with his problems alone. I’ll be with him and do everything I can to help him,” he said firmly.
“So touching him inappropriately, pawing at him like an animal will help?” Athena had the beginnings of a sneer.
“Maybe it will,” he gritted out. “At least it’ll help distract him from his troubles. And maybe it will make him feel better after all. Maybe then he can hate me instead of hating Luke!”
“Okay, if we put aside all that, Percy is still 16. He’s underage. All of us gods had agreed to abide by the mortals’ laws. You still slept with a minor, ignoring the alcohol part in all this which would make it rape.”
Hermes scoffed, “He’ll be 17 in a couple of days, and he’s a demigod. Normal rules never really apply to demigods.”
“Meaning he was still underage when you slept with him. 16 is illegal and statutory rape in the state of New York, and rules are still rules, Hermes. And we had promised to try to listen to the mortals’ laws. Demigods aren’t exempt, no matter how much they seem to be.”
He crossed his arms childishly, “Key words ‘try’ and ‘listen’.”
“Mom?” Annabeth’s voice drifted into the room, followed soon after by the girl herself. Seeing Hermes in the room, the atmosphere actually turned even tenser and also awkward. “Lord Hermes…”
He automatically scowled at her. He had made up with Percy, but he still was at odds with her. Especially since it seemed that she was going to be a rival and an obstacle to Percy’s affections.
Annabeth fumbled with the thin camisole she was wearing, pulling it down her front more in embarrassment. He inwardly sneered. As if he was interested. He was more interested in the boy Annabeth had a crush on.
“Annabeth, go back to your room. I’ll take you back to camp in a little while, after I’m done talking to Hermes.”
“No need,” he announced loudly. “I was just leaving.”
He transported himself straight into Percy’s cabin without waiting for a reply, seeing how empty the cabin was when he arrived. So Percy had gone here, packed, and left. That left where he’d go straight to –his mother’s home.
He headed there and luck would have it, ended up in Percy’s room. Even better, Percy was lying on his bed asleep, arm thrown over his face as the other lay on his stomach.
Hermes had gone there mainly for the much needed talk the two of them needed to have, but now his mind was racing with inappropriate thoughts and already his body was heating up. His eyes roved all over Percy’s body and he unconsciously licked his lips.
Then he shook his head to clear his thoughts and told himself to focus on his goal. It was hard, especially when all he wanted to do was touch Percy, wake him up and bend him over as he took him from behind. Or better yet, take him on his back. Or maybe try sideways –
He berated himself inwardly and tried not to go out of control with his thoughts again. But his eyes kept getting drawn back to that delectable body lying languid before him, taste that was still fresh in his memory and that he wanted to savor again.
Just a little touch…
His hand reached out hesitantly, fingers brushing lightly once against Percy’s jean clad thigh. Then he pressed more firmly, massaging though the fabric. Soon enough, he was fumbling with the button and zipper of the familiar jeans, sliding them down and was once again faced with Percy’s boxers. Percy mumbled something, shifting slightly, but then he stopped and was clearly still asleep. Hermes paused but only for that moment, continuing to grasp Percy through his boxers, thoroughly kneading the covered organ.
He could feel it hardening and stiffening under his touch, and soon enough there was a tent made in Percy’s boxers. Satisfied he’d aroused Percy enough, he’d hooked his index fingers under Percy’s boxers and pulled them down to expose Percy’s erect member.
Okay, he hadn’t come there for this (not really true, he’d been hoping that he and Percy would get to mess around a bit after their talk…), but he was definitely not going to regret this.
Only the thought that Percy might regret it made him stop.
Well, it was a hell of a good way to wake up to though.
Hermes pushed onwards, taking Percy’s cock into his hands and guiding it towards his mouth. He slipped the head inside his mouth, suckling, before removing his mouth and instead licking the underside of the cock, practically coating it with his saliva. One hand traveled a little lower, fingertips brushing against Percy’s balls and tickling them.
As the god worked on Percy’s cock, his hand teasingly switched from ball to ball and to the base of the cock, squeezing at random intervals. He teased the head of the cock again, nibbling at the tip before his tongue slid out and licked at the slit, slipping in briefly before he moved slightly away to blow on it. The rewarding shiver and slender hands moving to grip his hair tightly made him smirk, and then he had Percy’s entire cock back into his mouth.
Percy started mumbling in his sleep, steadily growing louder until Hermes could hear him clearly.
“Luke, please don’t. Luke, Luke, Luke,” and Hermes had to grip tightly into Percy’s waist to try to calm down, knowing that that would bruise the boy later. He ignored the chanting of his son’s name and continued his ministrations, one particular suck sending Percy over the edge and exploding into Hermes’ mouth.
As he moved away, he looked up to see Percy’s eyes widening into awareness and looking at shock at Hermes as the boy woke up.
+
+
+
+
+
+
“Percy, Percy,” someone was shaking him awake.
Percy blearily opened his eyes to see Luke hovering over him with a gentle smile.
“Luke? What’s wrong?”
The blond shook his head.
“Nothing’s wrong, Percy. I just wanted to do something for you. Take off your pants.”
Percy turned bright red, “What?!”
“Sh! You don’t want to wake up the others, do you?” Luke held a finger to his lips. “Just do it. I promise you’ll like it. It’ll feel really good.”
Percy hesitated, but he decided that it would be okay. Luke was nice and he’d taken care of Percy while he had been in the Hermes cabin. And that morning, Luke had…
He turned bright red again at the reminder of that morning, but Luke had poked his side and was smiling at him teasingly, his eyes questioning. Percy cleared his throat and began sliding his pajama bottoms off his legs, but when Luke gestured for him to take off his boxers too, he gaped at the elder boy and fidgeted uncomfortably.
“M-my boxers too, Luke?” he asked shyly.
Luke’s smile, if possible, grew gentler.
“Yes, Percy. You trust me, right? You’ll like this.”
Percy swallowed nervously, but took off his boxers, aware that he was naked from waist down in front of someone else. Then Luke was pushing him back onto his sleeping bag, shocking Percy when the older boy wrapped his lips around Percy’s member.
If any of the others in the Hermes cabin were to wake up right then, they would have seen Percy on his sleeping bag, in his little corner of the room, his legs spread and Luke in between them, enthusiastically moving his mouth up and down the younger boy’s cock as he encouraged Percy to stay quiet so they wouldn’t alert the others.
Percy threw his head back, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, as Luke moved back slightly and blew cold air onto Percy’s cock. The younger boy reached out blindly and gripped onto blond locks, Luke moving back to mouth his cock again.
It was strange, this feeling. It felt so good, but it was too intense. He did like it, but it just felt too much.
He started mumbling incoherently, not sure himself what he was saying.
“Luke, please don’t,” he blurted out, wanting to push Luke away. He wanted the feeling to stop. He wanted Luke to stop. He wanted whatever he was feeling to stop. It was too much! “ Luke, Luke, Luke,” he began to chant, feeling tears at his eyes as the feeling grew even more and he felt like he was going to die.
He ejaculated and Luke milked every single last drop, not moving away until he’d swallowed everything and Percy’s cock lay flaccid in his mouth.
Percy’s eyes fluttered open, widening as he realized that Hermes was right there in front of him, moving away from his naked bottom half, and obviously looking like he’d sucked Percy off, especially with the tiny trail of cum down the corner of his mouth.
At first, the two of them just stared at each other, Hermes stoic and Percy shocked. And then Percy averted his eyes, hands scrambling for his sheets, wiping himself off and then covering himself with it.
“You, um, have…cum at the corner of your mouth,” he mumbled, still not looking at the god.
“Percy.”
He flinched but looked up, watching in reluctant fascination as Hermes’ tongue darted out and licked the trail of cum clean.
“I woke up alone. It kind of sucked,” Hermes said hollowly, and Percy shrugged uncomfortably.
“I woke up next to you. Naked. It was kind of confusing,” he shot back.
This time the god shrugged uncomfortably.
“It really hurt,” Hermes mumbled. “Did I ever cross your mind when you left me this morning? How I would feel? I didn’t expect it to hurt, though to be fair I didn’t think you would be gone the next morning. But it just really hurt.”
“It hurt?!” Percy exploded, just feeling angry all of a sudden. “You feel hurt when you wake up one morning next to a god who has more kids than you’ll ever have in one lifetime, knowing you had sex with him and don’t remember a damn thing! And then remember he’s the father of the boy who you’re not sure if you hate or love, the same boy who took advantage of you all these years, tried to kill you several times, and who made you believed he really liked you just to betray you in the end! Luke took advantage of me, you took advantage of me, what is it about me that screams take advantage of me?!”
Okay, maybe it wasn’t all that smart to be screaming angrily at a god, but at that moment Percy didn’t care. He was angry, he was hurt, and he was confused. He missed Luke, but he still hated him at the same time. He liked Annabeth, but apparently not enough to mean anything. And he didn’t know where Hermes fit in all the chaos that was his life.
“I don’t know, Lord Hermes. What do you want from me?” he murmured, cradling his head in his hands.
The god sighed and pulled him closer, wrapping him in comforting strong arms.
“Percy, maybe you should stop thinking about it and just let things happen? You’re so busy worrying and over thinking things that it’s building up in you and you keep bottling it up.”
Percy pulled away angrily, speaking bitterly next.
“Did I ever cross your mind? How would I feel about all this? How I would feel after finding out I slept with you?”
Hermes stiffened up.
“I guess that’s a no. Please, Lord Hermes. Just leave.”
Surprised, and not sure if he was happy or upset about it, Hermes actually did as he asked, disappearing without another word.
He took a deep breath and buried his face into his pillow.
The next couple of days passed by quietly, and with each day that passed he ignored the finger shaped bruises discoloring the skin around his waist. Since he’d left camp early, his birthday was actually more than two days after camp usually ended for him. Five days and then August 18 rolled around, and he finally turned 17. He didn’t really expect anything, except for his mom to do something for him, but he was happy when his dad managed to send him a birthday cake (his dad told him he tried his hand at cooking and hoped Percy liked it) and the trench coat Percy had given him as an offering during the whole Golden Fleece Quest, along with new armor Tyson had made for him, and surprisingly Triton had sent over a necklace with a trident bent into a circle and a pearl wrest inside the circle as a pendant.
Then his mother threw him a surprise birthday party, with Grover with Juniper, Clarisse with Chris, and the Stoll brothers actually in attendance (he didn't even want to guess where Annabeth was). Of course, Paul was there and gave him his first gift.
Awesomely, his soon-to-be-step dad had bought him a dark blue Maserati Spyder. This was, without a doubt and shamelessly so, his favorite gift.
Grover and Juniper pitched in together to get him some special gardener supplies from Olympus to help him with his moonlace garden, Clarisse had snuck in with some Dionysus brand of wine she had taken from her dad’s personal stash, Chris had nicely enough bought him some comfortable training clothes, and lastly the Stoll brothers had brought two large boxes.
Travis and Connor smiled at him hesitantly.
“They’re, uh, full of his stuff,” Travis murmured for the both of them.
Percy’s grin faltered, and he didn’t know if he should be grateful or resentful to the brothers for bringing the boxes to him.
Later that night, he shuffled into his room, lost in thought. The glowing of a small object on his bed made him blink, and he cautiously went closer. When he saw what it was, he gaped and his head swiveled around trying to look for the god.
It was a small, silver sliver touchscreen cell phone, with a medium-sized caduceus embossed on the back. He turned it on and saw why there wasn’t a card or note left with the phone. Instead, there was a text already waiting for him.
Happy 17th birthday, Percy. Hope you enjoy your gift. Keep in touch, okay? Call me anytime.
Percy was oddly very pleased with the gift.