Nico di Angelo was everyone's go-to guy. You can go to him for homework help, relationship advice, or the most popular, to get off. He never went to the person; the person always came to him. He'll leave them wanting more, but never giving them what they want. It wasn't in his nature.

But, he was getting bored. He wanted more. Sure, he did everyone in his high school, including boys, but no one pulled him in. Nico wanted that special someone that made his heart stop, his palms to get awfully sweaty. To make him finally say the words his father used to say to his mother.

"Di Angelo."

The boy looked over his shoulder to find his best friend, Luke Castellan, standing above him looking intimating with his arms across his broad chest.

"Yes, Luke. I'm busy." Nico grunted. He was clearly ignored at his blonde haired friend. Luke rolled his eyes and spun Nico around, who was sitting on his spin-around chair, who was glaring a deathly stare at his tall friend. Luke mustered a lazy smile and placed his calloused hand on the Italian's shoulders.

"If sitting on your ass counts as 'busy', you're doing an awesome job," Luke chuckled. "Di Angelo, why aren't you charming people?"

Nico rolled his coal-like eye before standing. "I'm tired of selling myself out. I want someone I generally like."

Luke responded by rolling his icy blue eyes. "Dude, what happened to you? You use to be willing to fuck someone's brains out. Why not now?"

Nico sighed. He had the conversation with Luke many times before. "I don't want too Luke. I'm done, forever."

Nico finished his sentence, while walking out of his gothic room, leaving a dumbfounded blonde haired boy behind. Nico walked through his mansion, before finally finding himself outside. He leaned against his white painted fence, staring out into life outside of his prison gates.

"What would life be like if I was normal?" whispered Nico to himself.

His attention was quickly sidetracked as he saw a teenaged boy riding up to his mansion. Nico was captivated by the boy. He took in his thick, messy, black hair. The boy got off his bike and walked up to the mailbox, sliding a package into it with ease. The boy looked up, his green eyes staring into Nico's black eyes. The boy blushed, the redness vibrantly showing against his slightly tan skin.

Nico thought he was the one….

"I'm telling you, he has the most gorgeous eyes on the planet." Nico explained once again to his older sister, Bianca. His older sister sipped on her decaf coffee, interested to her little brother's story.

"So, you're telling me that the mail boy caught your attention?" said Bianca, as she flipped her long bangs out of her eyes.

"Yeah. He was gorgeous." Nico smiled, remembering the boy with the green eyes.

"Okay, baby brother. Find that mysterious boy you've fallen for!" Bianca leaned over the oak table to peck her little brothers' cheek. "Good luck." Bianca whispered into his ears, before heading out into the cold night.

Nico continued to sit at the table pondering his thoughts. He thought about that boy. His eyes spoke values to him. I guess it's really true when they eyes are the key to the soul. He thought about all the things he could do to that beautiful human being that dropped off the mail this morning. He wondered what the boy would make when he's zoned out on pleasure. I bet his moans and whimpers would bring Nico to tears. Nico felt heat overwhelm him. He felt his lower area get tighten, straining to get out of his red skinny jeans.

Nico wondered if the beautiful human being preferred guys over girls. He sure hoped so, if not, he can change that easily—woah!

His attention was directed to the entrance that led into the coffee shop Nico was now sitting in. In walked the boy that caught his attention. He looked beautiful. He had changed out of his mail boy close into that something that Nico thought as sexy. The black-haired boy changed into black skinny jeans that hugged his legs perfectly. His changed his shirt into a stripped black and white shirt, topped with a light blue jacket. Damn. That boy made Nico want to jump him right then and there.

The boy walked beside him to get to the cashier and Nico caught a whiff of sea breeze. Usually, Nico wouldn't like the smell of the ocean, in fact, he made sure to stay clear of the ocean. But the boy's smell made Nico want him more. Gosh, no. He needed him.

The boy came back and Nico had to thank the Lord from above to have this sexy boy sitting only five feet away from him. Nico decided to make a move.

"Hey," he yelled, catching the boys' attention. The said boy jumped a little from the sudden voice. He looked over at Nico and raised one of his arched eyebrow. Nico waved him over, smiling cheekily. The boy shrugged and made his way to Nico's table. Once he was seated across Nico, he had to bite back his tongue.

This boy was definitely hot. Hotter than anybody he knows. Nico had a thing with eyes, he'd never understood why, though. But, now, he finally found his answer. This boy had the most gorgeous eyes he'd ever seen. His eyes were a mixture of green and blue, the green overpowering the blue. They hypnotized him.

"Um, are you there?" the boy said. His voice was soft and absolutely sexy.

"Um, yeah. I'm Nico di Angelo." He said, thrusting his hand toward the other boy.

The boy smiled and hooked his hand around Nico's. "I'm Percy Jackson."

Nico smirked. Percy. What a beautiful name for a beautiful boy. He couldn't help but think how Percy's name all together was just four syllables, while his whole name was six syllables.

"Are you from here?" Nico asked, hoping that that was a good choice for a conversation starter.

"Yes and no. I live down the south side."

"Why so far, sexy?"

Percy blushed, which caused Nico to smile triumphantly.

"I'm staying with my father."

"Who's your father?"

"Poseidon."

Nico forced a smile. Poseidon. He and his father dreaded that name, and what was the odds of him needing Poseidon's, the man who he can't stand the most, son. What a small world.

The hours grew shorter as the sun started to go down and the coffee shop was closing. Nico and his object of affection shared everything about each other. To their favorite color, to their opinions on the world, and into their dream jobs. And every time Percy opened his mouth, Nico's lower area tightened even more.

"Boys, its closing time now. You guys are going to have to leave." said the owner of the small coffee shop. Nico stood on his feet, rolling his eyes as Percy apologized to the old woman.

"It was nice meeting you, Percy." Nico said, smiling smugly.

"You too, Neeks."

Neeks. He liked that name. He smiled at the green-eyed boy and decided to take a risk. He lunged forward, taking the others lips'. Immediately, Percy moved his lips against Nico's. His lips were like cotton balls, soft and plumb, so much better than other lips that Nico had kissed. He wanted it forever. He wrapped his long arms around the other boys' waist, bringing him closer. Nico's tongue brushed against Percy's and he gladly opened his mouth to have Nico's tongue slither in. A low moan escaped Nico's lip as Percy chuckled.

"Hey! No making out in front of my store!" The old woman shouted to the two teenage boys.

Nico smiled and flipped the old woman. The said woman scoffed and headed back to her store. Nico turned back to the boy in his arms. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Me either." Percy whispered against the other boys' lip. He smiled, kissed the Italian's cheeks, and stuttered off into the night.

Nico smiled, already missing the green-eyed boy. Tomorrow, though, he would get what he wanted. And he couldn't wait to claim the boy.

Who knew he would fall for the mail boy.