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Hart’s first impression of Percy was, in short, a good one. Tall, lean, chiseled… he was everything Hart could’ve wanted in a partner. The son of Eros was sitting at his table in the dining pavilion, making no secret of the fact that he was practically devouring the son of Poseidon with his eyes.
Percy, oblivious to the attention he was getting from the blonde, purple-streaked boy at the Eros table, sat by himself at the Poseidon table, his head resting against his hand, a dreamy smile playing across his lips.
Ah, yes: Annabeth. Hart could feel the love radiating off Percy like a wildfire. The daughter of Athena was off trying to wrangle her architect duties on Olympus, and some nasty incident with Hypnos’ sleepwalking had led to Artemis burning down at least half of the minor gods’ new temples. Annabeth had been at the home of the gods for at least a week fixing it, and would be gone for at least two more.
An excellent set of circumstances, if Hart thought so himself. Percy was going to be longing for his girlfriend’s touch for all that time, and the son of Eros was keen on using that to his advantage. Make no mistake; he had no romantic interest in the taller boy. There was no desire to steal the lovelorn lad away from his soul mate. But a hero of Percy’s stature deserved to have more to keep him warm at night than his own hand.
Hart smiled to himself. He’d wanted his first conquest here at camp to be worthwhile. Sure, plenty of boys around here would’ve given up to his charms without a fight, but to actually seduce someone as handsome and accomplished as Percy Jackson… just the thought made Hart start to bulge
No emotional pull; at least… not yet. Hart wanted consent first, before he tapped into his power as a child of erotic desire and made Percy experience the greatest sexual release he’d ever felt. As much as Hart personally loathed his father, Eros’s teachings about respecting your partners were all very true.
As the meal wrapped up, Hart made sure to place himself near the exit, doing his best to pull a nonchalant air as the first few campers piled out. Percy made up the rear, moving slowly, as his mind remained filled with images and longings for Annabeth, which meant it was easy for Hart to “accidentally” bump into him as he stepped out.
“Whoops; sorry, man,” Percy said automatically, gorgeous sea-green eyes coming back into focus. “I didn’t see you there; don’t know what I was thinking.”
Hart internally squeed. Gods, he was so cute like this. “No problem,” Hart offered, one playful hand coming up to brush the blonde hair out of his velvet eyes. “I don’t think we’ve met yet; I’m Hart Tennyson,” he said, holding out his hand.
“Percy Jackson. Nice to meet you, Hart,” Percy said back with a smile, somehow becoming even more attractive in the process.
“Oh, I already know who you are, Percy,” Hart returned, making sure to maintain as innocent a smile as he could while fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do the boy in front of him.
“Have you? All good things, I hope?”
“Oh, absolutely. I have trouble believing it’s all true, though.”
“It was. Every word. Especially the parts where everyone was nude,” Percy joked, with a wink.
Gods; it was a good thing Hart had a good poker face, otherwise he was going to sprout his own wings and jump the son of Poseidon’s bones right then and there. “I wish I’d been there, then,” he said, meaning it. “But don’t feel bad about the bump. I already know exactly what you were thinking about, anyway.”
Percy raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”
“Of course. That swooning look on your face, that dimple in your cheeks as you think about her… it’s Annabeth, right? You miss her.”
“You’re good.”
Hart shrugged. “My father is Eros. I get a sense for these kind of things.”
Percy paused at hearing that. “Eros? I… didn’t know Eros had any children here.”
“Oh, I’m the first in a long time. Most of the Eros kids who showed up in the past were either assumed to be Aphrodite’s, or got slammed into the Hermes cabin. We hang around, though. And no one seems to question us when they first lay eyes on us, anyway.”
“Uh huh.” Percy blinked. “Well, the more you know. Sorry if I got a little weird there, Hart. My only experience with Eros was second-hand, and it was by no means a good story to hear.”
Hart nodded, fully understanding. “I get that. Lord Eros tends to rub just about everyone the wrong way, in more ways than one.” The blatant sexual joke went right over Percy’s head. Huh… this could be trickier than Hart suspected. “So, any word on when Annabeth will be back?”
Percy sighed in a despairing way. “At least two weeks; maybe more, if any other gods get random bees in their bonnets.”
“Think you can hold out that long?”
“Eh… we’ve been apart before. I can make do.” Even as he said it, Percy’s clear reticence to that outcome was written all over his downtrodden face.
Hart softened his eyes, choosing this moment to make his move. “Do you really need to make do, though? You’re separated from the person you love for an extended period of time. She surely misses you as much as you miss her; that can’t be easy.”
“… No, you’re right. As used to it as I am… I still hate being apart from her.”
“Yeah… her touch. Her hair on your skin. Her warm center; just thinking about it would surely be enough to drive you crazy, huh?”
Percy absentmindedly nodded, his mind going to back to fantasy land, and one hand slowly sneaked its way towards his crotch before he returned to full awareness. “Woah. What was-“
“-My heritage comes with perks,” Hart teased, before zeroing in on his prize. “You’ve got a lot of pent up sexual energy flowing through you, Percy. I’ve been feeling it ever since Annabeth left. It’s been screaming for release; a release you can’t get on your own. You need someone there. To guide you… to tease you… to let you work it all out of your system in a healthy way. Can’t keep it bottled up. Not for two more weeks, at minimum.”
The son of Poseidon’s mouth dropped, trying to work out what Hart was saying. “And… um… how would this release happen, exactly?”
Hart lessened the heat in his gaze. No powers. No undue influence. Just pure honesty and compassion. If Percy said no, he’d stop here. “It’s my dad’s domain; I know my way around a good orgasm,” he began, holding his hand before Percy could comment. “And before you automatically refuse… there’s no ulterior motive in my offer, Percy. You’re so wound up right now, I could send you spinning with a gust of wind. I’m not here to replace Annabeth; no one can replace her to you. Just think of me as a third hand, as you will, letting you get all the sensations of pleasure without having to work on your end.”
The son of Eros smiled; a real one. “You don’t have to answer me today. Just think it over. And if you decide to take me up on my offer… find me at my cabin.” Eros left the stunned taller boy to his shock, waltzing off to the arena with a smirk on his face. He’d made his pitch, and it had been a good one, if he did say so himself. All that was left was to see if he got an answer.
He did, four nights later. Hart was in his cabin right before curfew, doing some minor yoga poses to help keep his own sexual health vigorous as he contemplated if he’d ever receive Percy’s response, when he got a frantic knock at the door. The identity of the visitor was obvious as soon as Hart sensed the burning desire in the new arrival’s core, and he made sure to hide his glee as he opened the door and Percy burst in, looking ragged.
“Did you do something?” the son of Poseidon demanded, pacing the candlelit room of the cabin with a heavy air. He smelled of pure ocean brine, but underneath that scent was the telltale scent of longing. “Ever since we talked, I’ve been… I’ve been…”
“You’ve been what, Percy?”
“I’ve been hard as a rock! More aroused than I’ve ever been, and nothing I can do makes it feel better! I stroke, I pump, I imagine myself in every sexy situation I can think of, and nothing works!”
Percy lost most of his steam as he realized he was practically screaming, but Hart remained patient and understanding. “Easy,” he soothed, motioning for Percy to unwind a little. “I swear on the Styx, Percy: I haven’t done anything to you yet.” The thunder outside, triggered by the oath, shook the cabin, but Hart didn’t waver. His promise was iron-clad. “You’re probably just experiencing a crisis of sexual fulfillment. You want Annabeth, but she’s out of reach, and your body refuses to yield to anything that can’t match what she does to you.”
“… Then what do I do?” Percy sounded so lost, so unsure of himself. “I can’t… I can’t just go to someone else, and-“
“-Percy.” Hart gave the taller boy a sympathetic look. “This isn’t about me, or us. It’s about you. You still love Annabeth, more than anything. I can sense that right now. And I can sense that she’d hate to know you were feeling like this, especially if there was long stretch of time where nothing could help. I, however, can help you. But not unless you want me to.”
Percy’s gaze fell to the twitching mess in his pajamas, the bulge looking unbearable to Hart from where he was standing. Poor boy; that had to be torturous. “… We don’t have to tell anyone, right?” Percy asked, quiet.
Hart nodded. “Not unless you want to. I’m just here to make you feel good; no strings attached otherwise. No emotions; no hang ups. Just pleasure.”
“… Then go ahead. Please.” That last word was said so pitifully, Hart had to act immediately. He lifted his hands and pushed Percy down onto the bed behind him, so the son of Poseidon was flat on his back. Percy let out a whimper as Hart ran his fingers up under his shirt, the son of Eros biting back his lustful side as he finally got to lay his hands on that toned body.
Shivers ran down Hart’s spine as he traced the muscular stomach, hard chest, erect nipples, and firm shoulders. Percy continued to let out soft moans as the shirt was fully removed and Hart began pressing his mouth against the taller boy’s skin, tasting the unfamiliar hint of saltwater as he lapped up the sweat beginning to form on Percy’s naked torso.
“Just relax, Percy,” Hart whispered, pulling the other boy’s pajamas down and nearly fainting at the sight of Percy’s cock straining against the fabric of his underwear. It had to be at least six and a half inches, and Percy’s moans became a lot more desperate as Hart palmed it, rubbing at the tip through the boxers.
“Please,” Percy begged, hands grabbing at the sheets of the bed. Sea-green eyes pleaded with the slender boy looming over him; teasing and touching and tantalizing. “Please, Hart. I can’t take it.”
Hart obliged, yanking the boxers away and admiring the plump member standing before him. Percy’s balls were swollen with want, and Hart took the bulbous pair of testes in one hand, giving them a little squeeze as he dipped his head forward and started licking at one of the throbbing veins along the side of Percy’s shaft.
The immediate taste of pre-cum leaking out of the tip proved his efforts were having a powerful effect, and Hart looked up to check on his partner. Percy was seeing stars, eyes rolled back as he went limp at the combined force of the son of Eros’s hand and tongue working their magic on his crotch.
Hart felt his own cock harden completely at the sight, and not wanting to delay any longer, he went down on the taller boy’s dick, taking all six and a half inches without trouble. His face hit the slight patch of pubic hair growing at the base, and Hart started bobbing his head, swishing his tongue around to tease every possible inch of the delicious cock he was gargling. Every inch of skin that filled Hart’s mouth sent waves of intense erotic sparks shooting down into the teen’s cock, still hidden underneath his own undergarments, and Hart felt his own mind start to cloud over with ecstasy as he drank in the pleasure Percy was emitting underneath him.
Percy, incapable of speech at this point, could only hold on and enjoy the ride, and Hart took full advantage, one hand continuing to fondle the son of Poseidon’s balls while the other reached up and pinched his nipple, twisting with enough force to elicit a pathetic plea for mercy from the dazed hero.
Percy’s cock began to shudder in Hart’s mouth, and the son of Eros knew he was about to pop like a volcano. Not wanting to miss a drop, he grabbed at the bed with both hands, putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece with one more head bob, complete with a long slurping noise as Hart balanced the son of Poseidon’s thick dick right in the middle of his tongue.
That did it. Percy went wild, and the lovely taste of salty sperm filled Hart’s mouth, coating his entire palate with the sea’s seed. More than a week of pained restriction all came undone, and Hart gleefully swallowed just in time for the next load, this one tasting even sweeter than the last one. Percy’s entire body arched as his mouth emitted a piercing moan of sheer lust, and a third one followed it, then a fourth. Hart took every one without complaint, his own cock letting loose with its own torrent of cum right there in his boxers as the fifth round came to an end. Delicious white liquid ran down into Hart’s body, investing a small hint of the sea’s being inside him, while his own seed seeped through his underwear and started to run down his leg. The son of Eros let his own orgasm ride out, all the while losing his mind as his and Percy’s combined climax created a force of fulfillment Hart hadn’t felt in at least three years.
At last, Percy went limp once more, eyes unfocused and exhausted. “Feel better?” Hart asked, playfully standing up and smirking at the wetness he felt in his crotch. Gods… he’d been so caught up in pleasuring Percy that he’d barely noticed the fact that his boxers were more soaked than a couple of college girls at a wet T-shirt contest.
“… Sleep,” Percy mumbled, unable to even hold his head up. “Tired.”
“Yeah, I was expecting that after the fourth burst. I don’t know if you’ll be able to even walk straight for a few days, either.” Hart chuckled at his own joke, only to get cut off by a loud snore. Percy had fallen asleep right there, his poor exhausted cock and balls hanging out, bare torso exposed to the world.
The son of Eros shook his head at the sweet boy, being driven to this level of desire, but dutifully put him to bed, pulling his boxers back up and taking one of the spare bunks, planting a warm, pink kiss on the sleeping teen's cheek as a show of respect to his already existing relationship. Hopefully Percy could sneak out in the morning, with no one wondering why the hero of Olympus had spent the night in the Eros cabin.
And hopefully he’d return if something similar happened in the future… with some friends who were undergoing similar straits.