Chapter 4
“What do you think you’re doing here, Jackson?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Percy retorted, he didn’t have the time to deal with Jason and his stupidity.
“Don’t play with me, or I’ll report you to McGonagall,” That hypocritical little-
Percy rolled his eyes and bit back a scathing retort. Then he just continued walking, ignoring Jason and his questions. Unfortunately, Jason was a persistent asshole and Percy shortly heard his footsteps following him. He groans internally, fantastic.
“What are you doing?” He aks when Jason comes up beside him.
“I’m making sure you don’t do anything stupid…again,” Percy levels Jason with a glare, but it doesn’t stop Jason from walking with him. Dam.
They walk in silence, no destination in mind. Percy hates it. Hates that he can’t find anything to hate about Jason at the moment. He’s sure it’ll come to him eventually.
“Are you going to put your name in the Triwizard Cup?” Jason asked abruptly. Percy considered the question.
“Hmm, probably. But I wouldn’t be too mad if I didn’t get picked,” Jason nodded, “What about you?”
“Yeah, been wanting to since first year. My dad won when he was our age, and I want to as well.”
Personally, Percy couldn’t care less, if anything, the tournament violates several healthcare codes. But he’s not going to bring that up to Dumbledore.
“I bet you’re glad we can’t go against each other, I’d beat your ass,” Percy smiled snarkily at Jason. They turned to walk down a large hallway, a few torches illuminating it.
“I hope you don’t actually believe that. You don’t stand a chance,” Jason raised an eyebrow, face blank but eyes dancing with mirth.
Percy feigned offense and, having no response, he just crossed his arms and pouted.
Jason opened his mouth to say more but was interrupted when voices came from their right,just around the corner. Thinking on his feet, Percy grabbed Jason’s wrist and pulled him into a nearby storage closet. He’s never been happy to be forced into a closet until now. Maybe luck was finally on his side. The closet was small and the two were practically on top of each other, and they strained their ears to hear outside. Their wands produced a small light so they could see.
“It’s ridiculous, Severus! And it’s extremely dangerous, what if it gets inside?” Professor McGonagall was talking frantically.
“Don’t worry. It’s being blown out of proportion and-” Someone outside the closet sneezes. Now, normally it would be fine, neither of them were the ones that sneezed. But someone (the perfect Jason Grace) actually had manners but no brain.
“Bless you,” Percy slowly turned his head towards Jason with a murderous glare on his face. Jason slapped his hands to his mouth, eyes wide. Percy mouthed, I’m going to fucking kill you, and raised a fist menacingly.
“Did you hear that?” Snape asked, his footsteps getting closer to the closet.
“It’s a school of magic, Severus. It was probably a painting or one of the ghosts. You know they never sleep.”
“I’ve never known them to be polite,” Snape countered, shit. But, by some higher power, Snape walked away, his footsteps getting quieter. The hallway was quiet but the boys didn’t dare say another word.
After about five minutes, they realized how close they were and jumped apart, but not far considering how small the closet was. Percy snapped.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want us to die?” Jason shrugged.
“Sorry! It was a reflex!”
“I hate you so fucking much right now. Like those two are the worst people ever to catch us. You say you’d beat me in the tourn-”
“Gods, can you shut up?” Jason huffed, but his eyes were looking at the lower part of Percy’s face.
Painfully aware of how close they really are, Percy swallows,
“Why don’t you make me?”
And suddenly lips were on his, violent and forceful. Percy wouldn’t have it any different. He presses closer to Jason, and when Jason spins them around so Percy’s back is against the wall, Percy almost melts. Jason kisses like he does everything else, determined and powerful… and he needs to breathe. When the kiss breaks, Jason doesn’t stop, he kisses down Percy’s neck and Percy doesn’t have it in him to be embarrassed at the soft noise he lets out.
“This doesn’t change anything, I still hate you,” Percy tells him with labored breaths.
“Of course, and I still think you’re a sewer rat,” It catches him so off guard and he snorts loudly. Jason brings his hand up and covers Percy’s mouth.
“Quiet!” Jason hisses, and he looks so nervous of being caught, how can Percy deny teasing him? He slides his hand into Jason’s robe and to his belt, slowly undoing it. Jason’s eyes widen and Percy stops, afraid he might have overstepped.
“Is this okay?” Jason nods urgently and Percy almost laughs.
He brings his hand down the front of Jason’s pants and wraps his hand around his dick. He starts slow, unfamiliar with the new territory, but Jason’s moans encourage him to pump faster. Percy starts to think that Jason has a thing with necks because soon a mouth is sucking under his jaw and lower.
Percy moves his hand faster and Jason’s moans come out louder, and Percy almost shushes him, but he’s kind of preoccupied.
“P-Percy I’m gonna-” and with a final jerk, Jason releases and then lays his head on Percy’s shoulder.
“That was…” Percy trails off, unable to form a coherent sentence.”
“Jason looks up and his face is flushed and hair a mess. He looks down Percy’s body and motions towards his own dick.
“Do you want me to?” Percy’s face heats up but he smiles at Jason softly.
“Hmm, maybe next time, Grace.” And if he smacks Jason’s ass on the way out, no one has to know but them. He makes sure to sway his hips more and he yells back at Jason,
“I still want to punch you,” and he flips him off, Jason just huffs and turns away. Both look back but neither of them sees it. *** Hello guys! That was my first time doing anything sexual with writing, and I know it wasn’t much, but baby steps!! It’ll get better! Hopefully!!