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Percy didn’t understand immediately what was happening to him when his head went as hazy as the air in the locker room. Him, Jason, and Leo had just wrapped up an impromptu sparring session courtesy of the Argo II’s training room. Actually, it was more Percy and Jason sparring while Leo hurled exploding disci at them, but all three had worked up quite a sweat nonetheless. The ship fortunately had the luxury of a shared changing room and shower (Leo had been firmly instructed to design separate men’s and women’s rooms, much to his chagrin), so the exhausted trio trudged in to rinse off before they went to their rooms and collapsed on their beds.
When Percy pulled his shirt over his head, he fell into a thick fog, like the showers had already started up and steam was filling the room. He had to lean against one of the lockers for support. It was hard for him to focus on anything, and for a moment he thought his ADHD had kicked into overdrive. All he was aware of was the heat spreading through his body and the uncomfortable tightness growing in his jeans.
“Hey, you good, dude?” Leo asked from behind him. He put a hand on Percy’s shoulder. “You’ve been staring at the floor for the past thirty seconds.”
Whatever Leo said flew right past Percy’s ears. The only thing he could perceive was the calloused palm on his bare skin, hot to the touch. His body fell closer to it, seeking more, and soon enveloped Leo’s in a tight embrace. Gods, the son of Hephaestus was so warm. His entire torso, though slim, radiated heat. Percy wasn’t bothered by the way their sweaty skin stuck together—in fact, he loved the connection. His lips hovered over Leo’s neck, using all the restraint he could muster not to bite into the dark skin.
“Uhh… Hey, buddy.” Leo’s hands were pinned at his sides, but he tapped the small of Percy’s back. He looked to Jason, who only responded with a shrug. “You alright, Perce?”
Leo’s musk rose under Percy’s nose. Percy followed it, pressing his face to the boy’s collarbone before shoving him against the lockers with. He easily towered over Leo, who gasped in surprise, boxing him in. With the rest of their bodies connected, Percy ground his hips into Leo’s side. The friction was hardly pleasant given the amount of rough fabric between them, but Percy continued anyway, needing at least some form of pressure against his aching cock. He rutted against Leo without rhythm while the other tried weakly to shove him off. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Percy assumed he was too in shock to put up any real resistance.
Before long, Percy’s hips stuttered and his movements came to a halt. He grunted into Leo’s neck. Thick, warm liquid pooled in his underwear. The sensation in his pulsing cock brought some degree of satisfaction, but his hardness did not wane in the least, nor did the sudden spike in his libido.
Like he was waking up out of a nightmare, he opened his eyes and flung back onto the tile floor. Immediately guilt sunk into him, feeling more uncomfortable than the mess in his pants.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Leo said, however there seemed to be more shock in his voice than anything else. “Did you just…?”
“I-I’m sorry,” Percy muttered. Tears were forming in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t help myself.”
Jason kneeled down next to him. He looked right in his eyes, electric blue calming him.
“Percy,” he said, “What’s going on? It’s not like you to act like this.”
Percy hesitated, too embarrassed to admit what he was about to admit, but with what he had just done to Leo, he figured he owed it to the both of them.
“It’s my empathy link with Grover.” His voice was low, barely audible. He couldn’t bear to look at either of them as he spoke. “I didn’t think it would still work while we’re so far apart, but…”
“Oh.” Jason blushed.
“Huh?” Leo looked confused. “Why would the empathy link make Percy act so…?”
“Leo,” Jason said, struggling to keep his usual cool. “Satyrs go into ruts.”
“So you mean…” Leo blushed even deeper than Jason. “Oh.”
“Yeah…” Sweat dripped down Percy’s temple. Even as they spoke, most of his attention was on his erection still straining against his jeans. Before he knew it, the hand that was just on his knee was gripping his groin, his body overriding his mind to try and relieve itself. He grunted as much in frustration as he did at the rough pressure.
“Do you want us to”—Jason coughed—“do you want us to go find Annabeth?”
“Shit—no.” The thought of letting himself loose on his girlfriend was tempting, but he couldn’t put her through that. Again. “I can just take care of it myself.”
Percy closed his eyes as if to pretend he didn’t exist while he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. When he pulled down the band of his underwear and freed himself, Jason and Leo’s eyes made a quick trip down to Percy’s groin, lingered a moment, then flew away just as fast. He stroked himself unbothered by the cum he was smearing over his shaft and the fact that two of his closest friends were watching him do so.
“You do that, ese,” Leo said, tapping his feet like a little kid. “Me and Jace should probably skedaddle. We’ll give you some, uh, ‘alone time’.”
“Yeah,” Jason agreed. “We’ll go shower and you just let us know when—“
“No!” Percy blurted before he could think. His grip on his cock tightened. “I mean… fuck, man. I don’t wanna be alone right now.”
“Percy,” Leo said. “I don’t know…”
“Please?” The tear in his eye finally fell down his cheek. “You don’t have to do anything or even look, just… please? It’s—it’s scary.”
Leo looked to Jason, then the door, then back. Jason sighed, stoic as always, and shook his head.
“No, Leo. We can’t.”
“But—“
“If it were anybody else, I’d think the same way. But this is Percy.” He grabbed Leo’s shoulders with his hands and leaned in, that Roman fraternity of his showing up when he didn’t give any notice to them both being semi-nude. “He’d do the same for either of us. He’s our bro. C’mon, we can just sit in the corner while he does his thing. I’ll even let you talk to me about the engine repairs.”
“Really?” Leo beamed at him in a way inappropriate for the situation yet completely characteristic of himself. “I mean,” he said as he collected himself, “I guess it can't be that bad.”
Percy breathed in relief. He knew he was going to go through hell, but at least he would have company, if less involved. Now that the other two had shuffled over and sat against a row of lockers, he thought to resume his work on his cock, but found that he had never stopped. He at least found the decency to pick himself up off the floor and sit on a bench.
His movements were frantic, so unlike when he usually played with himself or had sex with Annabeth. He was the type of guy to take his time, settle into a rhythm and slowly draw every sensation he could out of himself and whom he was with. But now his hand worked furiously, only seeking to spiral down into more of that raw pleasure.
Meanwhile, Jason and Leo’s conversation was comically mundane in comparison to Percy’s current predicament. It mostly consisted of Leo rattling off the details of recent engine malfunctions and the various ideas he had about fixing them while Jason hummed and nodded and tried to appear interested. Nothing in their conversation betrayed any hint of what was going on just beside them other than the times they paused, interrupted by Percy’s stifled groans as he sprayed his loads onto the tile floor. Every time, there would be an awkward silence for a few moments where Percy knew the others were thinking, Was that it? Is it finally over? before he reluctantly began jerking himself again, balls aching just as much as when he started, and they fell back into their mutual distraction.
Though he swore he swore he would only think of Annabeth in moments like these and used all his will to keep his eyes closed, he couldn’t help but let them open and wander to that corner of the room. He was privately glad the other demigods hadn’t bothered putting their shirts back on.
Jason was all muscle under his tan skin. Percy was reminded how much of a slacker in the gym he was compared to the other. Broad shoulders carried his thick biceps and forearms. His pecs protruded a bit from his chest, and Percy’s eyes trailed from where they met at his sternum down the center of his abs. His stomach was framed by his Adonis belt, the lines half obscured by his waistband. Just above the button of his pants a small amount of neat blond hair peeked out.
Leo’s body was like his friend’s perfect opposite and in all the right ways. Where Jason was lean, Leo was lithe. His collarbones, ribs, and hips were more pronounced, and his stomach was flat instead of ridged with muscle. But this led Percy to admire him no less. His eyes wandered over his skin, the color like creamy coffee and still beaded with sweat. He wondered when Leo had grown that dusting of hair on his chest.
The haze of the rut prevented Percy from realizing he was pleasuring himself to the present images of two people he considered friends. At least that's what he told himself.
By the third or fourth time Percy came (he had lost count at this point and was largely judging by the size of the puddle between his legs), he found Jason had left his place beside Leo and was towering over him. He knew Jason wasn’t trying to be imposing, but even sitting down, he was reminded that the boy was indeed taller than him.
“How much longer is this gonna take?” Jason asked, then put his head in his hand. “Shit, I didn’t mean… Look, is there any way we can speed this along? Get something to help you out somehow?”
“Yeah,” Leo agreed. “This is honestly getting so awkward. Do you need porn? I have porn.”
“N-no,” Percy said between gasping breaths. He was surprised at how difficult it was to speak when he needed to. “But what usually helps me and Grover when we’re… Well, we sort of…”
“Yeah?” Leo pestered.
Percy gulped. He had just embarrassed himself more than he ever had before, and he knew he was about to do so even more.
“We do it to each other.”
Jason and Leo looked at each other.
“You guys fuck?” Jason asked bluntly.
“Wait, Percy, are you…?” Leo began.
“Gods, no. We just use our hands,” Percy said. “Something about it tricking your body into thinking you’re actually, uh, ‘mating’.” He turned to Leo. “And… yeah, I like both. Does that make this weird?”
“Dude, don’t pretend like this isn’t incredibly weird already.” Leo let out a huff and turned to Jason. “Look, I understand Percy’s suffering, but this is all starting to feel a little…” He twiddled his thumbs.
“Gay?” Jason quirked an eyebrow.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” Leo assured. “You guys do you, but now that you say it, it’s starting to feel like it really is—“
“Leo, kindly, please shut up. You’re thinking too much again.” Jason looked down at him, using their positions and his greater height to his full advantage. “I can take care of Percy.”
Leo cocked his head. “You can?”
“I could tell you were uncomfortable from the get-go. You don’t hide it very well.” Leo pouted like a dog. “I don’t know if I could handle two of my friends half naked and in a crisis, so I’ll take this one, ‘kay, bro?”
Leo muttered a thank you, and Percy tried to ignore how childish it made him feel having two people to talk about his needs and taking care of them like he wasn't even there. He also tried to ignore how the open conversation made him somehow even harder in his hand.
Jason took a seat at Percy’s left, and Percy was surprised to see Leo crossing to take one himself at his right side.
“Leo,” Percy said. “Jason’s gonna… you don’t have to—“
“I don’t wanna seem like a total shit friend.” Leo’s eyes found Percy’s. He smiled. “Can’t have Lightning Boy over here beating me in the nice-guy department yet again.”
Leo didn’t look away when Jason’s hand reached toward Percy with agonizing hesitation. It stopped just before it reached Percy, and the boy had half a mind to grab it and wrap it around his cock himself before Jason finally found the courage to circle him with his fingers.
Jason’s grip was hardly gentle. His palm was calloused, and it was clear he had never stroked anyone other than himself. But gods, it felt like the first time Percy had been touched by another. No matter how physically similar, Jason’s hand felt miles better than his own. Hell, he didn’t recall that even pushing his cock into someone for the first time had felt this satisfying, this relieving. He moaned and melted into Jason’s touch.
“Does it really feel that good already?” Jason asked.
“Mm-hmm,” Percy hummed, head turned away. He couldn’t bear to look at the boy who was making him fall apart so easily. Not knowing what to do with his hands—or the rest of his body, for that matter—he twisted to his right and fell against Leo, grabbing around his lower back, face nuzzling into his neck. It took all Percy had in him not to go straight to licking and biting, nose reminding him of the sweat still drying on Leo’s skin.
With a small movement of hesitation from Leo, Percy was afraid he might think this was too weird, crossing some sort of boundary. Percy doubted the guy had ever been used as a comfort object by another guy who was also being jerked off by his best friend. However, Leo immediately shifted back toward Percy in his seat. He still wasn’t putting his own hands on Percy, but he didn't shy away from the other’s embrace.
When Jason’s hand didn’t stop on Percy (probably relieved that some of the attention was finally off himself) he felt comfortable enough to sink lower down Leo’s neck and past his collarbone to nuzzle at his sternum. He kept his mouth shut, no matter how much he wanted to lick his way there. The tip of his nose brushed through Leo’s chest hair, the coarseness oddly comforting. At one point, Jason added a twist as he stroked up Percy’s shaft, and Percy was so surprised by the sudden jolt of pleasure that he held tighter around Leo’s middle and pressed his forehead into his chest like a nervous child. The sound he let out was something between a gasp and a choked scream. Jason appeared to take this feedback in earnest and continued to twist and squeeze around Percy’s cockhead, pulling his foreskin back then over its crown again and again. The constant doses of pleasure started teetering Percy back over the edge once more.
Unfortunately, one key aspect of satyr ruts that Percy had neglected to mention in his debauched state was that as the rut is naturally worked through, especially when assisted by others, primal mating instincts start to increase, growing more overwhelming and uncontrollable as the orgasms went on. So when Percy neared his peak again, the most prominent source of pheromones—the musk wafting off Leo—became irresistible to him. He moved without thought, automatically seeking the area where the scent was most potent. Before he knew it, he was pressing beneath Leo’s arm.
“Percy,” Leo said after a few seconds of silence. “I haven’t even showered yet.”
This didn’t deter Percy in the least; in fact, the reminder made him try and force his face deeper into Leo’s underarm.
“Don’t want to freak you out even more,” Jason said, “but if it gets him off faster, I think you should just let him. If you’re cool with it, that is.”
“I swear, y’all are way too chill about some of this shit.” Nevertheless, Leo relented and raised his arm.
At last, with Leo’s armpit on full display, Percy was able to dig in without any barriers. He had caught whiffs of Leo before, maybe leaning a bit too close to the shorter boy when he came out after a long night in the forge, dark patches around the neck and under the arms of his t-shirt. He smelled how you’d expect a sixteen-year-old boy to after extended physical exertion, but there was always a hint of something ferrous, like hot iron on an anvil. Now, Percy felt like he was sticking his head right into the forge fire. The warm, heady odor seemed to have increased tenfold, further enhanced by Percy’s acute senses.
The dark thatch of hair was not yet dried of sweat like the rest of Leo’s body. A droplet of moisture dripped from it down his side. Following his instincts (because he could see no other way to act anymore), Percy met the bead with his tongue, savoring even the modicum of the tangy taste. He traced up the trail it had left, and soon he encountered the edge where the tuft began. Without breaking his pace, he licked into it.
“Jeez, man. I thought you were just gonna smell it,” Leo said, though he gave no indication he intended to deprive Percy of his unusual appetites. “Kinda tickles, actually.”
If that little bit of sweat he had just tasted were a firecracker, the wet patch at the center of Leo’s pit was a sonic boom, an explosion of salty liquid pouring into his mouth and coating his tongue. And like such a such a sound, it deafened Percy to anything else—excpet, of course, the hand ever present and stroking his cock. It wasn’t long before being enveloped by one boy over his member and another over his face became too much.
With an open-mouthed moan right up against Leo’s armpit, Percy felt another load pumping through his shaft and spurting out. His past several orgasms had not diminished the amount of cum pumped out of his balls nor the pressure at which it was. Jason must have been getting used to the amount of seed Percy’s rut was capable of containing since he continued to stroke him through his climax without stopping even as the sticky substance smeared against his palm and squelched between his fingers. Eventually, after a period of being slowly pumped, which Percy thought unusually long but was certainly not going to complain about, Jason released his cock and wiped his hand on his chinos.
“There we go, Percy.” Leo lowered his arm, and Percy did not expect the pat on the head he received from him. “Feel better now?”
Percy made a noise. Yes, he did feel good—very, very good—but taking his entire predicament into account, he was not, overall, “better”. Although he was progressing through it as he should, his rut was still in full swing. His erection continued to jut out between his legs, perhaps redder and wetter, but not any less hard.
“Fuck,” he complained. “It’s not going down even a little bit.”
“It’s okay,” Jason tried to assure him. “Let me try again. Maybe it’ll work if I do it a second time.”
With that, Jason repeated the same procedure, hand reaching Percy quickly this time and movements a tad more deft. The same way he analyzed an opponent in combat, Jason teased out what made him tick, learned how to unravel his defenses. It was a repeated cycle of trying something slightly different, hearing and feeling Percy’s response, then adjusting accordingly. The Roman efficiency he had been trained in was quite apparent.
That isn’t to say Leo was slow to anticipate what Percy needed, either—quite the opposite, in fact. As soon as Jason’s hand was back on him, Leo cupped the back of Percy’s head and pulled it toward the side Percy hadn’t gotten a chance to sample yet, armpit already exposed for him. The taste of this one was just as good as the other’s, just as rich and ripe and intense. He didn’t know if this was precisely pleasing for Leo, though he did let out little giggles from time to time above him.
On the upside, Percy reached his climax this time a small bit more quickly than he did his last one. However, after several more jets of cum hit the floor and coated Jason’s hand, he remained in the same state as before. This was maddening. How many orgasms were the boys going to have to pull out of him before he was done?
“Damn, dude,” Leo said, bewildered. “That must be, like, number six or seven.”
“Is it usually like this?” Jason asked in a rare moment of his patience thinning. “Even for a satyr, this doesn’t seem normal.”
“I-I don’t know.”
This statement was technically true, but Percy was developing a strong inkling as to the cause of his atypical rut. Ever since he has established his empathy link with Grover and these foreign urges were thrust upon him, he had worked through them with the satyr, his girlfriend, or, agonizingly, himself. But even though his sessions of mutual relief with Grover had reached into the dozens at this point and the other knew exactly how to stroke Percy to get him off as speedily and pleasurably as possible, Percy couldn’t say he was attracted to him. He wasn’t bad-looking (Percy had actually been surprised that someone who was half goat could have such delicate features), it was simply that he felt too brotherly to Percy. They may have bonded whenever they helped each other out, but that bond was fraternal, not romantic.
And the times Annabeth had been present when Percy was like this, while of course she was willing to help and the act of pumping load after load into her was something he relished to no end, he always got the feeling she was trying to get it over with. It wasn’t that Percy suspected she didn’t enjoy pleasing him and being pleased by him, rather seeing and experiencing him in such a state disturbed her. He may have had a short temper with others, but never with Annabeth. When he was close to her, calm seeped into him. So to see him lose all that composure and become someone so unknown… Not that she was at all to blame, but Percy felt there was always something barring him from acting freely and getting what he really needed when he shared his rut with her.
With Jason and Leo, it was a different deal altogether. Firstly, he was very attracted to both of them; that much was obvious. It wasn’t just their faces and bodies, but their smell, their taste, their touch. Percy wanted to take in every inch of them. More importantly, he had such a different relationship with the two than he did with Annabeth or anybody else. They cared for each other nearly as much, but they could still be rough together. They had more freedom to tease, poke, and prod. Like Jason said, they were bros, and in the truest sense of the word. And when a bro needed help, it was given in whatever capacity it was desired. Judgement was perhaps expressed, but never held any actual weight.
Thus, when Percy knew what he needed, he knew he could ask for it.
“I think what might work,” he said slowly, as if he had to wait for every word to form fully before he said it, “is if one of you sucked me.”
The following silence was palpable, turning the air in the room thick as oil. But Percy did not have the chance to drown in it.
“Okay.” Jason’s tone was flat, utterly devoid of anything that might give Percy a hint at what he was really thinking.
“Okay?” Percy asked, and found that his voice was accompanied by Leo’s saying the same.
“Yeah. I mean, what the hell? I just jerked you off twice. Can’t be much different than that.”
“I would argue it’s very different,” Leo said. “You’ve never even…”
“Sure, but I got through my first few times with girls relatively unscathed. There’s a learning curve to these things. Not that you would know, Leo.”
“Hey, I’ve done plenty of stuff with—”
“Your own hand?”
“That was cold, Grace. True, but cold.”
Percy couldn’t take any more of their antics. “Hey, Noel, Liam. Your fans are waiting.”
With a smirk he tried to hide, Jason got off the bench and scooched the other two to the side a few feet so he wouldn’t be kneeling in Percy’s cum. He spread Percy’s legs apart by his knees, and for some reason, Percy suddenly felt too exposed. Opening up his groin for view was just the beginning of it. Jason’s hand was one thing—that he might be able to excuse away as something adjacent to platonic. But to have Jason’s face right there, not only near his most intimate parts, but swallowing them up as well? That was one huge jump, one Percy wasn’t quite certain was right to take.
But then, as Jason took his position below Percy, he rubbed his hands up Percy’s thighs. They pressed into the muscle, easing them even farther apart. Jason leaned in close, closer than Percy ever thought he would be. The electricity in the air vibrated around his cock.
And then the bastard had the audacity to look up. It wasn’t like he was trying to be seduction incarnate. Percy doubted ninety percent of the sexy things Jason did were intentional, but intent didn’t matter much when the real effects were already so dangerous. So when blue eyes met green and the corner of Jason’s lip curled ever so slightly around his small scar, Percy felt his brain leak out of his head, and with it all of his logic and ethical standards.
It didn’t matter if this was right or wrong. It only mattered that Percy got what he needed.
Cold breath ghosted Percy’s cock, but it was soon replaced by something much more warm. Even with only the head enveloped in Jason’s lips, Percy thought he might combust. The addition of tongue did not help. It probed at Percy’s slit, dipping in to pull out some leftover cum before running around the head and dipping into his foreskin. The wet muscle pressed against his frenulum and Percy saw stars.
How this much pleasure could be drawn out of such a small part of Percy was beyond him. What was even more unimaginable was what it would feel for Jason to sink deeper, to take him farther inside, and yet Jason did exactly that. Percy moaned when one inch of coverage became two, then three. Without delay, two thirds of his cock were in Jason’s mouth. The bobbing movements Jason began to make were far from coordinated, but nonetheless indescribable.
Jason started to suck him, and the abrupt increase in pressure caught Percy off guard. It was wonderful, but he felt further pressure gripping the tip of his cock every time Jason sunk down to his limit. The back of Jason’s throat was constantly teasing him, repeatedly touching just at the edge of where Percy could feel. That wasn’t something Percy could ignore, even less so resist.
He didn’t know how his hands ended up in Jason’s cropped blond hair, nor when they pushed down sharply on the back of his head. All Percy did know was that Jason’s throat was now stretching over the head of his cock, tighter than his lips ever were, and it felt really fucking good. In an instant, no air was touching Percy’s shaft, just soft flesh. Nose buried in Percy’s pubic hair, Jason looked up at him once again, but this time his eyes were full of tears.
In reality, that moment probably only lasted for a split second before Jason could react and pull his mouth fully off him, though to Percy it seemed like ages—not because the sensation of being taken fully in Jason’s mouth was so amazing, but rather the image of Jason below him, crying and choking on his cock, was difficult to push from his mind for a myriad of reasons.
Jason caught a sharp breath, coughed twice, inhaled again. He was hunched over with his hands on his knees.
“Shit, Jason. Are you okay?” Leo asked. When Jason’s throat grumbled and he nodded, Leo slapped Percy upside his head. “Bad horndog. Bad!”
Jason gathered himself. “Don’t be too hard on the guy. He’s going through hell already.” His voice was a bit strained. He looked right at Percy. “Okay, man, here’s the deal: I’m willing to keep sucking you, but it’s hands-off for you from now on.”
Percy whined. “Then what am I supposed to do with—“
“Leo’s pretty little, but there’s plenty of him to touch.”
“At what point is this considered bullying?” Leo complained. “Also, stop offering up my body like I’m some five-dollar whore.”
“I was actually thinking you’re more like one of those Japanese cuddle cafés. And I’m pretty sure those guys make decent cash.”
“Jason, where the fuck are you learning about Japanese cuddle cafés?”
Leo may never receive an answer to that question as Percy’s already thinning patience snapped and he collapsed fully back onto Leo’s chest. Jason didn’t waste any time returning his mouth to Percy, and Percy didn’t waste any returning his own to Leo. Every time Jason licked at his cock, Percy licked at the warm skin beneath his face, leaving a wet trail glistening down Leo’s front. He relaxed when he got more salt on his tongue, but soon Leo’s faint scent was drawing too much of his attention. He breathed in deeply through his nose and groaned on the exhale.
“What is it, Perce?” Leo’s voice wasn’t particularly deep, but it still hummed through his chest. “Oh, you wanna, like, sniff my pits again?”
Percy almost nodded, but hummed dissent after a moment. The prospect of burying himself under Leo’s arms again was tempting, but still he yearned for more.“Need something stronger.”
“Well, I think the only part of me stinkier than those at this point are my nuts, so…” Leo paused. “Oh, gods. You actually want that though, don’t you?”
This time, Percy did nod.
With a pop, Jason was off him and said, “Leo, you don’t have to let him do anything you don’t want him to.” Just as quickly, he was back on him.
“No, it’s fine,” Leo said. “Part of me was expecting it, to be honest. And having a dude’s tongue on me didn’t feel as weird as I thought it would.”
If Percy had been able to see Jason’s face, he was sure there would have been an interesting look on it. With that confirmation, Percy bent down and nuzzled into the seam of Leo’s shorts. The smell here may have been a bit stronger, but it was not nearly enough through the fabric.
“Whoa there.” Leo was pulling Percy back by the scruff of his neck. “A son of Poseidon should know how to hold his horsies.” He looked to the corner for a second. “Fair warning: I haven’t been expecting any action lately, so maintenance downstairs is a little… nonexistent. But I guess you’ve done stuff with satyr dick before, so it probably won’t be too bad in comparison.”
In one swift motion, Leo pulled his shorts and boxers down his legs (being slim enough to do so without unbuttoning them), then flicked his ankle and flung them across the room. He swiveled on the bench so he was laying on his back with his legs on either side of it before Percy. Leo was now just as exposed as Percy was, and seemed to mind it just as much, his ever-present fidgeting kicking to an eleven. But in his fugue, Percy didn’t take notice and raked his eyes down Leo’s open groin.
He wasn’t lying when he said he had neglected manscaping. The hair on his stomach quickly thickened into the unruly, dark brown patch his cock was nestled in. It was, for the most part, soft, bronzelike skin still covering the head. There was fuzz around his balls, and underneath it sweat sparkled. Percy hadn’t realized his face was drawing closer.
“Alright, Leo,” Leo whispered to himself. “He’s a pretty girl. Yeah, just a pretty girl about to sniff your balls.”
Trying to ignore the way being called a “pretty girl” made parts of him quiver, Percy dove in. First, he dragged his nose through Leo’s pubes and—Hades, the scent here was lethal. Sweat had been collecting here for the entire day, through their training as it was trapped inside by his boxers. The abundance of hair only held on to more moisture and odor, soaking his cock and balls in his adolescent musk. Percy never thought he’d be so glad someone hadn’t bathed. It was an olfactory Elysium.
“Smells that good?” Leo asked in response to a moan that fell from Percy without his permission. Percy purred affirmation.
“So thick and… manly.”
“‘Manly’, eh?” To Percy’s surprise, a hand was pushing down on his head. “Come on, ese,” Leo said, sounding too husky to be the boy Percy knew. “I know you want a taste of these bad boys.”
In practically any other situation Percy and Jason would have mocked Leo relentlessly for referring to his own testicles as such, but both their mouths happened to be otherwise occupied. Besides, Percy couldn’t help but agree with him. He was still all too aware of Jason’s mouth traveling farther down his shaft as his own mouth brushed past Leo’s. It briefly occurred to him that this was perhaps the first time he had ever avoided a cock right in front of his face, but the sac below was simply too tempting.
His soft lips met the even softer, velvet skin of Leo’s scrotum. Tiny hairs skimmed Percy’s chin and the space above his lip when he pressed deeper. Naturally, his tongue slipped out to lap up Leo’s sweat—first with faint kitten licks, but those soon turned into wide sweeps across the slack skin. At the same time, Percy’s nose was wedged in the crease where Leo’s balls met the underside of his shaft (currently hardening as it lay across Percy’s face), nostrils almost completely covered in addition to his mouth, though the difficulty in breathing was the least of his concerns. The chief focus guiding his actions was taking in more of everything that poured out of Leo. Gradually, he allowed one sphere past his lips, and it filled his mouth more than he had thought it would.
“Ooh, wow, okay.” Leo’s babbling added to the constant slurping coming from the other two. “That feels… nice, Percy,” he continued when the boy gazed up at him. “Really nice.”
Satisfied with the answer, Percy slid the other one in. He knew his cheeks must have been bulging with both balls crammed in his mouth like that, however he couldn’t find the will to care—not with the soft hums he was eliciting from Leo every time he sucked.
For a short while, Percy thought he might stay forever with his cock wrapped in wet heat by one friend and mouth stuffed to the brim by another, and yet a different idea prickled at his attention. With a whine from Leo and a small surge of reluctance from himself, he released the balls from his mouth. Oddly, Leo said nothing as Percy nudged under his sac with his nose, the tip of it lightly jabbing his taint. Maybe Leo’s natural curiosity had gotten the better of him; maybe the area between his thighs was just as sensitive.
Movements nearly unconscious, Percy glided his hands beneath Leo’s hips and lifted.
“Wait, what are you—”
But that was all Leo could get out before Percy’s palms were digging into the flesh of his ass and spreading his cheeks. Shock must have removed any of Leo’s ability to protest as he only gasped when Percy’s tongue went straight for his hole. It pierced his tight rim without preamble, and a warbled noise like the pluck of a loose string spilled from his throat.
Percy didn’t know what was better: the smell of the sweaty hair gathered in Leo’s crack or the taste of his insides. But like all good things, it was ripped from him too soon—in this case, with a yank of his hair.
“Jackson, I swear I will fry every nerve in your dick so you can never get another boner if you keep doing shit like this.”
The gruff voice in Percy’s ear was closer than he had anticipated, and its words were more discomforting than the saliva cooling over his cock. It wasn’t like he had meant to invade Leo’s body like he just did. Hell, he hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. Could he really be blamed for being a slave to his natural urges—urges that weren’t even his own? (The answer to this was likely yes, but Percy always zoned out whenever Annabeth started discussing the ethics of the great Greek philosophers.)
Right as he was beginning to suspect Jason might pull harder on his hair and detach his spine from the rest of his body, Leo spoke up.
“He can, if he wants to.”
It was his turn to get the pair of queer looks this time.
“It’s getting him off, and it’s not really hurting me at all. I don’t see the harm in it,” he explained, argument a tad less convincing considering he was giving it while looking down his chest and with his ass still up in the air.
“You don’t think that’s a little…” Jason began, then trailed off.
“Man, I don’t know what it is. But like you said, Percy’s my bro and bros help each other out when they need it.”
Jason smirked. “You seem to be accepting my ideology awfully fast.”
“What can I say? Maybe I’ve had a sudden change in perspective.”
“Don’t you mean a change in preference?”
“You’ve got good eyebrows and I’ve got fireballs. Keep talking, Grace.”
Jason chuckled and shifted his legs around to get blood flowing again. Their mutual agreement to suck and be sucked by Percy spurred him on endlessly, especially when the duo was casually bickering through it like it was any other day.
Percy noticed Leo’s legs shaking as he held them up in the awkward position, so he moved his hands back to support his hips, cupping the curve of his ass like he had before. The puckered hole was only inches from Percy’s face, twitching as it was exposed to the cool air, and as much as he wanted to dive back in and slobber all over Leo’s rim, Percy took notice of his own body from the way his neglected cock stung like a pricking needle.
He had nearly forgotten he was in a rut. For the past few minutes, Percy had been engrossed in Leo’s ass to such a degree the fact felt irrelevant. But now he had been brought to the edge by Jason’s mouth twice, and both times he was denied release, though that isn’t to say this wasn’t his own doing. In possibly the most mortifying conversation of his life Percy had had just a few years ago, Will Solace calmly informed him and Grover on the details of satyr ruts and best practices for working through them. One thing he specifically emphasized was not to stop once they had started—doing that only “aggravated” the rut, so to speak, and worsened its effects. Therefore, after Jason and Leo had tossed him from ecstasy to emptiness like a buoy in a storm, Percy’s symptoms seemed to double. He knew he couldn’t afford to lose any more momentum.
Thankfully, the other demigods were rapidly developing an intuition for Percy’s needs, and at once Jason made a third foray to his cock while Leo slowly lowered his hips back down. Leo released a low, drawn out fuuuuuuck when they met again and Percy’s tongue returned to push past his rim and explore inside.
Now that Percy didn't have the fear of it being taken away, he was able to truly savor the flavor of Leo’s hole, the way the rippled texture of its edges faded into impossibly soft walls that gripped him as he delved in even farther. He hadn’t realized how different it would feel to have his tongue in a guy’s ass compared to a girl’s pussy. Both were unbelievably warm and velvety, but Leo tasted more salty than sweet, and only the spot where he was being entered really tightened around Percy’s tongue instead of the entire interior. However, Leo’s cheeks engulfing his face and the masculine fragrance emanating from his center were things Percy knew he could never get with a girl. He decided he didn’t prefer one over the other, per se, but each had its own supply of qualities to appreciate.
Where Percy usually heard dainty fingers slick on a clit above him when he was eating someone out, he now heard the rough fapping of Leo’s hand. The increasing rapidity at which Leo was discarding his inhibitions was something Percy might have teased him for if he wasn’t already nose-deep in that same boy’s ass. Every so often, Percy could feel the ring of muscle tense around his tongue whenever he managed to push it in even deeper, always accompanied by a shaky groan from the other. He couldn’t get enough of all that was pouring out of Leo, whether it be taste, sound, or smell.
Ever the pleasure-seeker, Leo went faster on his cock as he melted into the sensations of both sides of him being pleasured at the same time. Throughout their travels, he and Jason had formed something of a pseudo-telepathic link, like in the way they could now strategize with each other in the heat of battle without words. So when he began stroking more quickly on his own cock, Jason kept pace with him, bobbing his head and sucking with the same gusto Leo was using on himself.
As both boys began nearing their edges and the intensity of their pleasure multiplied, Leo let the hand not on his own cock card through Percy’s hair. For a moment, the touch was gentle as could be, but then suddenly turned to a tight grip, pressing Percy’s face as deep into Leo’s ass as it could possibly go. Percy couldn't breathe, but he had no mind to care—not when the simple grip of Leo’s hand was turning him into a slave to his senses. How could Jason not have wanted Percy to do the same when it was this good?
Leo muttered something. Percy wasn’t sure he meant to say anything or that he was even aware of himself doing so. But through the slapping of Leo’s hand against his pelvis and balls against his taint as he frantically chased his release, Percy swore he could hear a faint Almost there. Don’t stop. He wasn’t sure if Jason had also heard it so he could prove it wasn’t just some trick of his own imagination, however that didn’t matter much to Percy when the effects of the words were all too real.
Below him, Jason began giving the head of Percy’s cock his full attention, likely sensing he was close again. Such a thing as Jason already picking up on his sexual cues was something Percy didn’t expect to turn him on so much. Each pulse of the staccato rhythm Jason was setting with the circle of his lips sent shocks of electricity down his shaft and into the pit of his stomach, balls tightening. The overwhelming sensations in Percy’s cock led to his work on Leo’s rim to become sloppier, unable to keep in the spit dribbling down his chin nor keep up a consistent rhythm with his tongue, though with the sounds the boy was making above him, he reasoned this was only a plus.
“Percy…” Leo quivered against his lips. “Mierda—viniendo—!”
Then everything began to shake. Above Percy, Leo’s hand on his cock as it stroked out his climax and coated itself in his spend. His thighs where Percy was holding him open. His hole which wasn’t yet bereft of the other’s tongue. And below him, Percy felt himself reaching the same high.
A thought managed to wade through the fog his head was in, that he should warn Jason he was about to finish. This being his first time sucking a guy (and given the current ambiguity of the praeter’s sexuality), Percy hardly thought he would want to take his load in his mouth, much less a copious, rut-enhanced one. But when Percy reluctantly reached down to push against his forehead, Jason pawed it away.
Apparently the no-hands rule still applied. All the better.
The first streams of Percy’s far-from-first climax shot directly into Jason’s mouth as he stayed latched on, coaxing it out with the tip of his tongue under his cockhead. Percy’s warm cum pooled around the part of his shaft that remained inside, and he thought he’d never want that gooey feeling to go away until Jason swallowed his load in one gulp. He sucked every last drop out of Percy—from this orgasm, that is. Percy expected Jason would be drinking more from him in the near future.
Percy and Leo were in a stupor of panting breaths, followed by Jason with a discernible schlick as he slid off the former. All three were aware that this was far from over—and had no notion as to when it might end—but Percy’s recent climax was intense enough to warrant him and the others a short respite.
“Jason,” Leo said once he could form thoughts, “did you just swallow it—him?”
Jason ahem-ed. “Did you just cum with his tongue up your ass?”
“Alright, fair point.” Leo shifted his hips back so he could sit a bit more comfortably on the bench, then grabbed two locks of Percy’s hair and pulled up his head. Semen was splattered in his stomach hair. “So,” his cadence sauntered, “What’s next?”
Percy went dumb. “...Next?”
“You’re obviously not satiated yet,” Jason said. “Surely you’ve got another trick to try out.”
This was when Percy realized there had been a gradual shift in the atmosphere over the past odd hour: Where before Jason and Leo were merely assisting him through this rut with a degree of reluctance, now they were beginning to enjoy it. What’s more, they were acting like they were part of it now along with Percy. Neither had a link like Percy and Grover, and yet they seemed just as wanton, just as close to the edge of delirium.
So with that having occurred to him, if Percy was asked a simple question, why shouldn’t he return a simple answer?
“Need to fuck one of you.”
A synchronized hum of agreement.
“Gotta say, saw that coming, too,” Leo said.
“Same here,” Jason agreed. “Well, what do you think, Valdez?”
“I think”—Leo let Percy’s head drop onto his thigh—“Valdez is willing to take one for the team.”
Percy was glad the guy was so complacent to be a martyr.
“So you’ll really let me—”
“Yeah, yeah,” Leo brushed him off before he could finish, betraying his nervousness. “You can have a go at this fine-ass piece of ass. But this is a one-time, situationally homosexual offer.”
Percy nodded. He may have had his reservations about whether that statement would prove to be true, though he couldn’t find the motivation to argue with it, either.
“You want to clean yourself out first?” Jason asked.
“Oh, good idea. Gotta hang on to at least a little dignity, I guess.” Leo swung his leg over the bench to stand up. “Actually, do we even have anything to do that with?”
“Y-yeah,” Percy sighed. He pointed across the room. “I got a bulb and some lube in my bag.”
“Why do you…?” Leo looked at him quizzically.
“Sometimes I let Annabeth—”
“You know what? I don’t think I need to know what you sometimes let Annabeth do.” He shuffled over to the bag. Percy couldn’t tell if his brisk pace was caused by anxiety or impatience. After rummaging around a bit, Leo produced the (of course blue) bulb, casually tossing it in the air and catching it. “I’ll see you fellas once I figure out how to use this thing. Try not to rip each other to pieces while I’m gone.”
Just as abruptly as he had conceded to Percy being his first, Leo disappeared around the corner toward the showers, and the remaining two heard water start.
The other gone, Percy turned his attention back to Jason, who was still kneeling on the tile, no doubt taking the dull pain of holding the extended position like the hardened legionnaire he was. Percy was apprehensive about the shift in dynamic—from Jason having a partner to help in relieving Percy to being solely responsible while that person was gone—but if being blatantly honest about what he was feeling had gotten him this far, he figured he might as well continue to do so.
“Jason, I don’t know if I can wait for him to—”
“Don’t worry.” Jason grinned at Percy in the same jovial manner he might use with a cute-but-feral wolf pup. “I got you, bro.”