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For the record, it was Piper who suggested it.
And Annabeth seconded it.
And now Percy found himself being dragged by Rachel from the warm comfort of his bed and through the crowded evening streets of New York. Eventually they reached the gallery and studio she had built from her trust fund a few years back. It was her quiet sanctuary, away from her Oracle duties.
Percy was grateful she at least had enough mercy to bring him down the side alley and through the side door rather than shove him through the front. A few more moments of being allowed some semblance of denial.
Percy only had moments to appreciate the distressed grungy look Rachel had gone with for the offices and “I’ve had enough of idiots with more money than sense and will kill the next one if I don’t have a donut” lounge for employees, before Rachel threw him into a bathroom. Percy caught himself on the edge of a sink that looked more expensive than last month's rent and took a deep breath.
He shouldn’t have said yes.
Why had he said yes?
The door opened again for a moment and a silk blue robe hit him as the door clicked shut. Rachel’s aim definitely hadn’t gotten worse over the years. It almost made him feel sorry for her past victims. Almost.
Fuck my life, Percy thought. With a heavy sigh Percy pulled his shirt over his head and ignored the robe as it fluttered to the ground. His trainers, socks and sweatpants followed quickly.
Percy froze when his thumbs were hooked into the waistband of his boxers. His breathing had picked up and he glanced over to the door. Maybe if he made a run for it, Rachel would show some amount of mercy and give him a head start?
A handful of deep breaths later and he’d gone from trying to plan his escape route to reasoning that if he put the robe on first and then removed his underwear he could at least postpone the inevitable.
There was a knock on the door before Rachel’s face appeared. “Ready?”
Percy grunted. How bad could it really be?
He followed Rachel with his head held high and his shoulders back. He was aware he was treating this more like his final moments before meeting the executioner's block but Percy didn't care.
The downstairs of Rachel's little slice of happiness was an actual gallery, the upstairs was a studio. Sometimes she taught pupils, others she rented the space out to budding artists. And tonight it was a mix of the two.
Percy walked between the rows of easels and twenty-somethings setting up their paints, pencils, charcoal or, in one case, marker pens.
In the centre was a platform covered in cushions, a chair and cloth. Silently he thanked Rachel for at least giving him a chair to lounge in, although he had no doubt after an hour or two his legs would be dead and his back would ache. Made worse by the fact that when he sat down, after removing the robe, Rachel started pulling and adjusting limbs, turning his head so he was looking off to the side.
His eyes were closed until Rachel gently said, "Thanks for this Perce, I'll double my donation to your group if you open your eyes."
"There better be a coffee break," Percy hissed back. Although he was relieved that, so long as he looked straight ahead, he had a view of only one easel and the door and that's it.
Rachel smirked as she turned around to face her students and began talking. Percy tuned her out as he'd heard enough about perspective and light and texture to last him a lifetime after the first year of friendship with Rachel when they were both awkward teenagers. And then with Annabeth. And then with Jason. He didn't need more.
He zoned back in when Rachel took her seat in the front and the sound of an entire room shuffling and settling down for a few hours of torturing him drowned out most of his inner anxious monologue.
When his nerves finally faded away, mercifully after a coffee break and a walk around the studio, Percy was aware of the pleasant hum through his veins as he let himself float. He's not entirely sure why since conventional meditation never worked for him, and he was right about his feet falling to sleep and the dull ache in his back from holding himself in the position Rachel put him in but he could feel himself slipping into the same headspace kneeling for Annabeth and then Maxi had achieved.
He could easily float away, letting his eyes slide shut and focusing on the ebb and flow of the scratching punctuated by the occasional shuffle of people watching him, studying him, using him like a prop.
-
"My darling Rachel, how is my favourite ora… cle?" Apollo trailed off as he caught sight of Percy. Naked. Very naked. And very pretty reclining like a model for a Renaissance painting.
His mouth ran dry. Internally he cursed his stint as Lester. He now had a level of hesitation he didn't remember having, at least not like this. Call it self awareness or having his wounds exposed to everyone but he's still a little raw.
Plus the chance of falling into bed with that beautiful creature was nil after appearing like a spotty, ugly miserable welp on his doorstep almost a decade ago.
"Apollo," Rachel acknowledged as she finished giving one particularly antsy student of hers pointers on how to draw a foot so it didn't look like a meat cleaver. "What do you want?"
Apollo's eyes caught on the lean planes of Percy's stomach, his thick thighs lazily sprawled in front of him. He swallowed again, hopeful. For what? He wasn't sure. But his eyes catch on Percy's cock and his mouth waters.
"Apollo?" Rachel said again.
Percy opens his eyes finally, maybe having just processed that a god was in the room with him. Green eyes, that sometimes reminded Apollo more of hellfire than the ocean, turned to watch. His head stayed perfectly still but the quirk to his lips and the raised eyebrow had Apollo feeling like a drowning sailor.
Percy's eyes slid closed again. His body remained surprisingly relaxed.
Apollo didn't know if that was an invitation, but he'll take it. A small leap of faith never killed anyone, right? He remembered his lovely Pythia when she threw a paint brush at him, hitting her target dead on, "Hey! Do I need a reason to visit you aside from your wonderful personality?"
Rachel huffed, giving him an incredulous look.
Proving once again that she was too good at reading him, or maybe she saw too much even for the Oracle of Delphi: Rachel stepped up to him, looked back at Percy for a moment. Then she hissed, "Don't you dare break him."
Before Apollo could even let out a melodramatic splutter, she was shoving him towards a beaten up couch that screamed tortured artist mid meltdown and grunted, "Stay put. We're finishing soon."
-
Percy didn’t move as everyone packed away, too busy with his staring contest with Apollo to grab his robe and cover himself. He barely noted that the students in the room were getting ready faster than was probably kind on their supplies… or their nerves. One even abandoned their glass water bottle in their haste to escape the mounting tension in the room.
The last thing he heard before the door clicked shut behind Rachel was, “- remember next class is Tuesday rather than Sunday, same time though! Oh and guys? Don’t fuck up my studio too badly!”
The room was silent for a few beats.
Percy smirked as he made eye contact. Dragging one arm along the back of the chair and reaching down. A single hand trailed down, down, down. Across his chest, abs, then he reached lower.
Apollo stood transfixed as Percy grabbed his half hard cock. Lip caught in his teeth. Eyes blinked dopily at the beautiful golden god as he lazily stroked himself.
Apollo woke from his frozen state when Percy twisted his wrist on a random stroke and let out a hiss. He crossed the short distance between them, his footsteps seemed to reverberate around the room accompanying Percy’s shaky groans and hisses.
“If you keep looking at me like that… fuck, if you keep making those noises, I’m not responsible for what happens next,” Apollo growled when he’d reached the foot of the platform Percy was on.
Percy didn’t look away. He squeezed and whimpered in response.
Apollo leant over him, imposing. Heat overbearing.
As teeth and lips clash - closer to a mutual mauling than a kiss - Percy wondered whether he'd regret this. But then hot hands sear into his skin and blue eyes burn away to molten gold, fear and desire burn through him and Percy wondered why the fuck he hadn't done this sooner?
He didn't bother feeling embarrassed or ashamed as he dragged one leg up, up, up Apollo's thigh. Hooking it around the god's waist to keep him close. His hand let go of his own cock in favour of burying his fingers in golden curls.
A breathy laugh tore through Percy and mingled with Apollo's hiss as he nipped the god playfully. Ichor dripped from the bite and Percy felt like he'd died and gone to Elysium when the burn only turned him on more.
Annoyance flashed through him as Apollo smirked and removed his overbearing presence from Percy's space. The only thing soothing Percy's temper was the searing weight of Apollo's hand wrapped around his ankle that had once been holding him close. Rubbing a surprisingly soothing thumb over the joint. Percy squawked in surprise as Apollo's hand tightened around his ankle and pulled him further down the chair until he slipped down into the mass of cushions.
It didn’t hurt but Percy still pouted as he looked up at the sun god. Admiring, in spite of himself, how he glowed even in the harsh fluorescent lighting.
"Are you sure about this Perseus?" Apollo asked, falling to his knees. Hands slowly massaging their way up from Percy's ankle to his calf, his thighs, his hip.
Percy almost laughed. How was he meant to make a clear, considered answer when Apollo's hands were on him? When he's so focused on that hauntingly perfect face? When he's starting to ache for a thick cock down his throat until he chokes and being ridden until he couldn't form a coherent sentence?
"Words Perseus," Apollo teased, his smile turning indulgent.
"Yes," Percy hissed, hand coming to grip the nape of Apollo's neck. He pulled him close before kissing him harshly, although less so than their first kiss.
Before he knew it he had Apollo on his back and the thrill that went through him at having an Olympian god - so arrogant, so powerful - on his back underneath him made Percy lightheaded.
Percy bit and kissed, smoothed, tweaked and teased Apollo's nipples until a little mewl escaped pretty bruised lips. Heat pooled low when Apollo's hips jerked, grinding up seemingly blindly. This was the closest to voluntarily worshipping a god that Percy had come and probably will ever.
"Fuck," Percy moaned, releasing Apollo's nipple and breathing over the beaded bud. After a moment, he managed to steady himself. Then a thought pierced through the haze, "Lube?"
Apollo let out a breath laugh, "Don't fancy fucking my thighs?" But there's no heat and he's holding a vial of oil in his grip, hovering in front of Percy's face.
"Next time?" Percy asked, brain having to reboot at the image that floated through his mind. The vile was warm and Percy scrambled to get into an easier position to finger and kiss - to lose himself in the god.
"Bold of you to assume there will be a next time," Apollo hummed.
Percy shrugged, "So I'm not gonna get a baby out of this either then?"
Apollo's eyes glowed and strong thighs flip them. "Do not go there, my beautiful Perseus."
"Oh it's "my Perseus" now? And why not?" Percy smiled, fingers dancing through some of the oil and then finding Apollo's hole.
"Twins, a boy and a girl, your eyes, my face. Harsh and loving, terrifying and hauntingly perfect," Apollo gritted out as he ground down on Percy's fingers when two slipped in at once.
"I'd like that," Percy murmured as he placed kisses along Apollo's collar bone. Delighting in the tight warmth constricting around his fingers.
"Later, want you first," Apollo whimpered as Percy's fingers crooked in just the right spot.
Percy didn't chuckle although it was a near thing. This was more fun than he'd had in a while and they hadn't even done much.
As he lazily went to add another finger, Apollo suddenly growled and pressed their foreheads together. "More," Apollo growled.
"More?" Percy checked, before he could ask for a clarification Apollo had removed his hand and rolled his hips once, twice, thrice. His rim caught on Percy's cock and then he was sinking down.
Percy hissed. He fought his eyes as they threatened to slide shut at the blistering heat enveloping him. Sweat started to trickle down his forehead, burning his eyes.
Apollo's head was thrown back and the self satisfied look on his face was maddening.
They held perfectly still for what felt like an eternity. Before at once they moved together. Apollo slamming down and Percy grinding up to meet each other.
It was harsh and rough. Percy lost track of time and his surroundings. The only thing that mattered was Apollo's moans and hisses. Apollo's arms wrapped around his shoulders as he began to lose his rhythm.
The only thing that mattered was Apollo's large, calloused hands slowly moving to wrap around Percy's throat. Not squeezing. But sending a clear message that had Percy surrendering completely for once. Eyes rolled back. Pleas on his lips.
And then it was over - too quickly in Percy's opinion - with two groans breathed onto a too tender kiss. He wanted this to be his existence until he died, fuck, until Apollo faded.
Perch blushed when he came down from his high enough to realise the water bottle a few metres away exploded at some point.
"Sooo … can I have the honour of taking you to dinner?" Apollo murmured. Clearly enjoying Percy's blush stained, wrecked appearance.
"I think I'd like that," Percy replied softly. He had to earn those promised twins after all.