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The prying glances passed between the two bodies as the night stretched on. Percy heard the murmurs and accusations from the campers, but it wasn't for Luke, who forced him to keep his gaze fixed on him when his long fingers curled around his chin. Percy lost all capacity for understanding because all he could see was that vague, stupidly charming smile.
Without realizing it, their bodies were already too close, too warm, and he didn't know when the other's breath hit the side, just above his ear.
"It's okay, calm down, don't pay attention to them," Percy felt more nervous than expected.
But the clinking of the glass reverberated in his ears, pulling him out of the reverie he had sunk into. Percy blinked a few times, still feeling Luke's breath too close, the warmth of his body pressed against his. But when he turned his head, the other had already stepped away with ease, as if nothing had happened.
Around them, the campers raised their glasses in honor of Mr. D. Percy took his, more out of inertia than anything else, feeling the weight of a fixed gaze on him. He didn't need to turn to know whose it was.
"To the god of wine," someone murmured.
"To a bit of freedom," another added, between laughs.
The murmurs mingled with the sound of the toast. Percy brought the glass to his lips without thinking, but he barely tasted the contents. His mind was still caught up in what had just happened, in the way Luke had held him, in the intensity of his gaze.
When he lowered the glass, Luke was still there, watching him from across the table, his chin resting on his hand with a barely perceptible smile.
"Come with me," he suddenly murmured, not taking his eyes off him.
Percy felt a flutter in his stomach. It wasn't a suggestion; it was an assertion, as if he already knew he'd be followed.
Luke stood up with an exasperating calm and began to walk away through the crowd. Percy stayed there, paralyzed for a fraction of a second, before his feet moved on their own. The night air was colder away from the fire, but the sense of unease that ran through his skin had nothing to do with the weather.
Step by step, he was moving further from the celebration and closer to Luke. The older one stopped in front of the Hermes cabin and, without looking back, slipped inside.
Percy swallowed and entered.
The cabin was empty, lit only by the moonlight seeping through the windows. He'd barely taken a step when he felt Luke's presence close again.
"You shouldn't follow strangers to secluded places, Percy."
The low, mocking tone sent a shiver down his neck.
"You're not a stranger," he murmured, not daring to step back.
Luke smiled. A vague, almost lazy, but natural smile. His fingers grazed Percy's wrist with a teasing softness before sliding up his arm. The touch was more burning than expected. Percy didn't know who moved first; he just felt Luke's lips brush against his, soft at first, then more confident, more intentional. He clung to his shirt, feeling his own pulse in his throat.
Finally, the son of Hermes' lips pressed more intensely against Percy's, demanding, exploring without hesitation. Percy opened his mouth with a stifled sigh, barely aware of how Luke's tongue slid inside, deep, desperate.
Then, the taller one gripped his waist, pushing him against the wall with a quick, almost rough movement. The light thud against the wood made him gasp, but Luke took advantage of the opening to bite his lower lip and suck it hard before kissing him again with more hunger.
Percy clung to his neck, pulling with urgency, feeling Luke's breathing grow more erratic against his skin. His fingers slid along his nape, lightly scratching, causing the older one to growl into his mouth.
"Are you keeping up, Percy?" Luke whispered hoarsely, his mouth moving down to the line of his jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to his neck.
Percy trembled, his breath coming out ragged as Luke's teeth grazed his skin before biting harder.
"Shut up," he murmured, pulling Luke by the hair to kiss him with the same intensity, leaving no room for a response.
Luke slid his hands under Percy's shirt, his fingers tracing each muscle as they moved up slowly. With a smooth motion, he lifted Percy's shirt over his head, exposing his torso. His lips followed the path of his hands, kissing and nibbling at the exposed skin, stopping at each nipple to play with them, eliciting gasps and moans from Percy.
Now driven by more desire, Percy began to unbutton Luke's shirt, his hands trembling with anticipation. With the shirt open, Percy caressed Luke's chest, his fingers slowly moving down towards the belt.
"Do you want this as much as I do?" Percy asked, perhaps a little drunk.
Luke responded by pushing Percy back against the wall, kissing him deeply while his hands found Percy's belt buckle, unbuckling it with skill. Percy felt the urgency in each of Luke's movements, his touch making him tremble.
Luke knelt, sliding Percy's pants and underwear down to his ankles, revealing his erection. With a lustful look, Luke kissed the tip before licking it slowly from base to tip, enjoying each moan that escaped Percy's lips.
"Fuck, Luke..." Percy groaned, his hand now in Luke's hair, guiding him clumsily.
Luke continued, taking more of Percy into his mouth, his tongue moving skillfully while his hands caressed Percy's thighs, up and down, intensifying the sensation. Percy pushed his hips forward, seeking more contact, more friction.
After what seemed like an eternity, Luke stood up, drawing a moan of complaint from Percy, his own desire evident in his gaze and body. He unbuckled his pants, freeing his erection before aligning himself with Percy.
"Please," he asked.
Percy nodded, somewhat dizzy, turning to offer himself to Luke, leaning against the wall. Luke took his time, preparing Percy with his fingers, lubricating them with saliva before slowly inserting them, stretching him with care. Percy moaned with each movement, his body responding to the intrusion, preparing for what was to come.
When Luke finally entered, he did so slowly, allowing Percy to adjust to his size. He began with gentle thrusts, deepening gradually, each movement bringing more pleasure.
"Faster..." Percy demanded, it was just sounds and demands now.
Luke obeyed, increasing the pace, his hands gripping Percy's hips, guiding each thrust. Their bodies moved in sync, the sound of skin on skin filling the small corner of the cabin along with their pants.
Luke leaned over Percy, his lips finding the other's nape, nibbling and kissing while his hands explored every accessible part of Percy's body.
Feeling the build-up of pleasure, Percy tried to keep up the rhythm, pushing back with each of Luke's thrusts.
"Come with me," Luke requested, his voice a hoarse whisper in Percy's ear.
Percy, with Luke's hand now stroking his erection, felt the pleasure accumulate unbearably. With one last deep thrust, they both reached climax; Percy spilling into Luke's hand while he released inside him, their moans joining as they reached it.
They fell together, breathing hard, leaning against the wall not to collapse, their bodies still united, feeling the last spasms of orgasm fading away, leaving behind a sense of satiation.
After catching their breath, Luke slowly pulled away from Percy, both laughing between gasps.
"Fuck, I'm tired," said the son of Hermes, falling back, his laugh light and echoing in the small space.
Percy, still leaning against the wall, adjusted his clothes with trembling hands before joining Luke, lying down beside him. "We should clean this up before your siblings come," Percy commented, looking around the cabin.
Luke looked at the mess with a crooked smile. "Well, the advantage of being in the Hermes cabin is that no one will be surprised by the disorder."
Both laughed; the alcohol from the Dionysia was still affecting their systems, making them more relaxed and giggly. Percy sat up a bit, looking at Luke with a silly smile. "I didn't think we'd end up like this after a dance."
Luke turned to him, his hand seeking Percy's to intertwine their fingers. "Dionysus has his way of inspiring... things," he said with a wink, the amusement evident in his tone. "Now what? Do we go back to the party or is the night over for us?"
Percy let out a chuckle, stretching next to Luke. "I think I've had enough fun for tonight. Plus, if we don't go back, someone might notice our... absence."
Luke nodded, his laughter mixing with Percy's. "Yeah, it's better not to give them more to talk about." Then, looking at the state of their clothes, he added. "Do you think anyone will notice our shirts are inside out?"
Percy looked at his own shirt and then at Luke's, letting out an even louder laugh. "Only if someone looks too closely. But hey, we can say it was a sword fight... of a different kind."
They laughed harder, the idea of the joke making the moment even more comical. Luke stood up, adjusting his clothes. "Let’s at least try to look presentable." He glanced around, picking up some things from the floor and placing them, albeit with little enthusiasm.
Luke approached, planting a quick kiss on Percy's lips. "Now, let's get out of here before someone finds us like this."
With that, they finished tidying up enough to make the cabin look vaguely habitable, and with laughs and nudges, they headed towards the door, leaving behind the small bubble of intimacy and fun they had created during the night.