This definitely deserves more than one review.

*actually gasped when she got the 'New Story' alert*

This isn't terrible at all! I love how you build up Oliver's longing, and how it all starts with as simple a thing as the colour of Percy's hair. His fixation with it was well integrated into the pre-slashiness.

I LOVE this paragraph: "It's not a normal kind of love. You're not really sure how love with Percy would work, if it can work, but sometimes you think it would be enough to have someone pick out that colour of red for you and make it into paint, to wool. So you could coat the walls in it, make a jumper out of it. Then you could stare at it all day, bury your face in it and breathe it in. But that would be monstrous. Is nothing sacred?"

I love how Oliver is torn between his love for Percy's hair colour (sounds odd) and the feeling that what makes it even better is that it's Percy's, that it wouldn't be as good if it weren't.

And this line: "Although you both share that maverick nature. The desire, no, the need, to do better, to aim higher and to score and to win."

That's exactly why Percy/Oliver is such a fantastic pairing.

And I really hope you write more of it, because you're fantastic at it.