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Title: You Know I Know – Writer's Month 2022
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan. Aside from the Gods, they belong to the old Greeks. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, sugar daddy, explicit intercourse, anal
Main Pairing: Triton/Percy
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Leo Valdez, Charles Beckendorf
Godly Character: Triton
Summary: Writer's Month Prompts: silk + car shop. Triton's car breaks down and he finds the nearest car-shop. And finds a very cute new interest in the shop's secretary, Percy Jackson.
You Know I Know
Writer's Month 2022
Triton was annoyed. Soaking wet, his expensive suit clinging to him. Silk was nice, not as nice when it was cold wet with rain. He brushed his wet hair out of his face as he finally reached a store. And oh, it was the right kind too. A car shop. Small blessings.
"Welcome to Hephaestus' Hub, what can I help you with?"
The rain-weather mood lifted slightly as Triton laid eyes on the pretty receptionist. Bright blue-green eyes sparkled up at him, black hair in a wild mess, cute dimples as he smiled at Triton.
"My car," Triton could hear that he sounded gruff, still annoyed by the situation. "It broke down, down the street. Do you have someone you can send to get it and check it?"
"We, uh, have a phone number too, you could have waited in your car?"
"I forgot my phone at work," Triton glowered.
The cute receptionist got up and disappeared for a few minutes. When he returned, he was carrying a towel and offering Triton a smile. Oh. How very thoughtful. The grumpy cloud around Triton slowly started to lift as he accepted the towel and started drying his hair and face.
"I told the boss. They're currently busy, but if you give us your car keys and the actual location of your car, he'll get someone sent out ASAP. We can call you an Uber, if you like."
"Thank you..." Triton trailed off deliberately, looking at the other.
"Percy. Sorry. Still new to the job. Guess introducing myself and also uh asking for you name for our files, would be a good start," Percy looked a little sheepish. "I'm Percy Jackson, sir."
Mh. Triton tried to ignore the way Percy calling him 'sir' made him feel. Pushing that down, he offered a polite smile and his hand, for Percy to shake.
"Triton Seymour," Triton put on his charms. "I would like to use your phone to call my chauffeur."
"Chauffeur?" Percy blinked surprised. "Sounds like someone who shoulda been with you..."
"I decided to drive myself. Good it did me," Triton heaved a sigh.
"Well then, Mister Seymour. I need your contact info and the stuff I mentioned before and then you can call your chauffeur and be on your way. We'll give you a call as soon as we got your car brought in and an estimate of what needs fixing and what it'll cost you, okay?"
"Sounds good to me," Triton grunted his confirmation, nodding sharply. "Thank you."
/break\
"Are you doodling 'Mister Percy Seymour' in your notes again, Perce?"
Percy froze up and flushed, covering his notes even though that was not what he had been writing. Just some little heart doodles. Turning around, he glared at Leo. Leo was one of his best friends and the one who had gotten him this job, because Leo was a mechanic at the car shop.
"He's just very hot and dreamy and you know I have a thing for older guys..."
"No need to defend yourself," Leo grinned teasingly. "I get it. When he was last by, damn, that man fills out a suit well. I like the well-trimmed beard too. Mh."
Triton Seymour had left quite the impression on Percy. Then again, the man had walked in here wearing a soaking wet white silken shirt that clung to his torso perfectly and was see-through enough to show off quite the physique. Percy was just a weak, notoriously single pan. Handsome, charming, older guy? How could he not feel very weak for that.
"Ho—ow about you just ask him out for a date next time he comes by?" Leo suggested, reaching for the flowers in the desk. "He is so clearly interested in you. Or do you think rich people just bring chocolates and flowers to any receptionist they walk past, huh?"
Percy flushed at that. Okay, yes. Percy wasn't stupid, he'd noticed that too. Even when Percy hadn't been in the last time Mister Seymour had been by, the man had left chocolates with Leo with the specific instruction to hand them to Percy when he was in. Percy bit his lower lip. Maybe...
/break\
"Thank you for the quick work, Mister Beckendorf," Triton smiled, very pleased, as he shook hands with the car shop's owner. "I will definitely keep your number for the next time."
"And we will be happy to take care of your baby," Beckendorf returned the smile. "Gorgeous ride."
"That she is," Triton rested a hand on the hood of his car. "And so are my others. I'm sure they'd all be in good hands with you, the way you took care of her."
Beckendorf grunted his confirmation, pleased to know he now had such a high profile client. "Make sure to go by the reception before you head out, Mister Seymour."
That made Triton raise a curious eyebrow, though he did as he was told. Finding beautiful Percy sitting at his desk. He had blue highlights, had them last time already. Looked good on him. Then again, Triton was fairly sure anything would look good on Percy. Or nothing. Nothing would potentially look the best on Percy. Triton cleared his throat to get Percy's attention.
"Mister Seymour," Percy visibly perked up.
"I was told to come by before leaving. Is there any paperwork left for me?"
"Paperwork..." Percy trailed off, the smallest grin. "Sure. Here. One last bit."
He slid a paper over the desk. On it, a number. Triton frowned confused. He already had the shop's number, he'd taken a card the second time he'd been here.
"That... is my number. If you'd like to call. For not work related things."
"Not work related things?" Triton echoed, eyebrows raised. "And what would that be?"
"Well, I mean, now that she's all ready to drive again..." Percy caught his lower lip between his teeth. "Thought maybe you'd like to take me out for a little joyride? Maybe dinner?"
Triton smiled, a very pleased spark in his eyes. "That sounds like a very nice idea, Percy."
"I'm free on Friday," Percy grinned, a cheeky expression. "Just, for your information."
"Friday, you say?" Triton couldn't help but smile. "Fancy, I happen to not have any plans that evening either. How about you add your address to that number and I pick you up, say, seven?"
The look on Percy's face could only be described as the happy kitten who just got the salmon. "That sounds perfect, Mister Seymour."
/break\
Percy frowned as he looked in the mirror. He'd gotten a text to dress nicely. Well. He didn't have much that qualified for nice, beyond the suit he still had from his mom's wedding to Paul. It'd do.
When he made it downstairs, a fancy limousine was waiting for him.
"Master Jackson," the fancy man with the even fancier mustache bowed. "Master Seymour requested I pick you up and bring you to the restaurant. He will meet you there and he apologizes that work has kept him. He will be running a little late."
"Ah..." Percy pouted a bit. "Uh, what's your name?"
"Frederick," the chauffeur smiled. "There are refreshments in the car."
"Car with refreshments," Percy muttered beneath his breath. "Huh. Okay."
Climbing in, he was left in awe. There was a television, a mini fridge, the seat was more like a whole couch. Whistling softly, Percy got comfortable. The black window separating him from the driver went down and he watched Frederick start the car.
"Feel free to take anything you want," offered Frederick.
"And Mister Seymour is gonna be late?" Percy opened the fridge and took out a water bottle. "Any... idea just how long? I could just wait in the car then, until he makes it?"
"Master Seymour insists you go in and order a wine and get settled, he will make it quick."
So Percy knew Triton was rich – the fancy clothes and the old gorgeous car that Beckendorf had repaired gave that away – but there was a difference between one fancy car and having a whole limousine with a mini-fridge and a proper British butler.
"We're here, Master Jackson," Frederick's voice disturbed Percy's musings.
"Right. And I just... go in there... and order wine...?"
Percy looked out of the window, eyes filled with doubt. This restaurant didn't look like Percy's usual digs. Then again, his most frequented restaurant was McDonald's.
"I'm sure you will be quite fine," Frederick sounded reassuring.
Percy remained doubtful, even as he exited the car and headed inside. And yep. The inside of the place was even more fancy. But everyone was overly polite, in that fake uncomfortable manner. In the end, Percy couldn't bring himself to order a wine because the prices for one bottle started at more than he paid for a whole complete meal usually.
"Percy. I'm sorry I'm late, I tried to get away as soon as I could."
And mh. Percy's eyes darkened as he took in the handsome business man. That suit was even sharper than anything Percy had seen him in so far. And the slight silver around his temples...
"You're excused, by looking that handsome," Percy offered a grin.
For a moment, Triton looked genuinely surprised, before huffing out a laugh. "I see you haven't ordered any wine yet...? What do you feel like?"
"Oh, I know absolutely nothing about wine. Also I saw the prices and they terrified me."
Again, Triton laughed. "Do not look at the prices. Tonight is my treat. Now, what do you want?"
"I honestly don't know anything about wine, so just pick whatever you think is best. I'm happy to try whatever," Percy shrugged and consulted the menu. "Oof..."
"Do not look at the prices," Triton repeated, a small half-smile on his lips.
/break\
What had been baffling at first proved to be something Percy got used to quite easily. He wasn't used to being pampered, but he had to admit that it was... nice. Fancy restaurants, flowers, little presents. Waking up in Triton's bed was also a nice one. Those sheets. Percy had come to appreciate the feeling of silk on his skin. Yawning, he stretched wide and rolled over, just to notice the spot next to him to be empty. There was a note on the pillow and even without checking, he knew what it said. Triton always left him a note when he headed out for work, wishing Percy a good day and telling him that Frederick would drive him wherever he needed to be. Triton's day always started significantly before Percy's and he never wanted to wake Percy early.
These days, Percy found himself waking up in Triton's bed more often than not. And most times, without Triton. Only on the precious weekend mornings did the two of them get to be lazy in bed together. Because Percy still went to work, as much as he enjoyed being spoiled, he was still independent. And he also liked buying little things for his boyfriend and being the one to invite Triton out on dates, even if they weren't as luxurious as the ones Triton organized.
Humming to himself, Percy went to Triton's closet to raid it. Percy loved wearing Triton's shirts. They were too big on Percy, the sleeves slipping past his finger-tips and the shirts ending at about mid-thigh. Very comfy to wear. And since today was Percy's day off, he was absolutely going to do exactly nothing while wearing his boyfriend's comfy silk shirt and nothing else.
Okay, so 'nothing' wasn't entirely true. Percy's attention span was too short for that. He preferred keeping busy. Though he did start out with a bit of self-care. A nice long bubble-bath and a good, hearty breakfast. He watched some of his shows, cleaned up the place a bit.
"Mh. That is a sight I love to come home to, my love."
Percy, in the middle of preparing dinner, turned around with a smile. He'd always loved cooking, but his own apartment had a rather small kitchen. Yet Triton's kitchen? That was made to cook in it. Percy flushed when he realized he'd been bent over, still only wearing Triton's silk shirt and nothing else. With a crooked grin did Percy walk over to Triton, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck to pull him down into a slow, deep kiss. He could feel Triton's hands wandering around his waist and down to cup Percy's ass, giving it a nice, squeeze.
"Tri," Percy gasped out, but gladly wrapped his legs around Triton's waist.
He let himself be lifted up onto the kitchen counter, with Triton standing between his legs. He loved this penthouse a lot and he loved how him and Triton had fucked in every room, on every flat surface already. Scooting closer toward Triton, Percy spread his legs some more, sitting barely on the edge of the kitchen counter. Triton's fingers found their way beneath his shirt, teasingly fondling Percy's balls before sneaking past and to Percy's hole.
"When did you even-?" Percy blinked surprised.
Triton grinned, putting a small bottle of lube onto the counter with his free hand. "Let's say I was hopeful when I got home that we'd have some... time... before dinner. You look delicious."
Triton kissed along Percy's neck, his beard scratching over Percy's skin. A feeling he'd come to love. Gasping, Percy threw his head back, enjoying the kisses and the way Triton's fingers slowly opened him up. With his other hand did Triton open his own pants, pushing them down.
"Tri—i," Percy whined softly, pulling his lover closer.
"You're so sweet when you beg," Triton smiled pleased, grasping Percy's ass to pull him closer too.
He pushed into Percy, slow and careful, his lips finding their way up to Percy's lips again. Once he was fully inside, he paused, lost in the kiss and taste of his lover. When their kiss broke did Triton start thrusting, in a pace that picked up quite quickly.
"You're gorgeous like this, all flushed and with wide eyes."
Triton's hands roamed over Percy's torso while he thrust into his lover. Percy's own fingers were around his own cock to jerk himself off with quick motions, eager for his orgasm, consumed by the feeling of his lover inside of him. Only a few, well-aimed thrusts later and Percy came with a breathy moan, clinging onto Triton for dear life. He could feel Triton coming inside him.
"Love you," whispered Percy against Triton's neck.
"I know," Triton smiled, nosing Percy's own neck. "I love you too."
The first time they'd said it, yet both of them already knew it, before the other could say it.
~*~ The End ~*~