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Percy Treatment: 3rd Degree

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"Hey, Luke?"

No. Ignore it. Ignore it and it will go away.

"Luke?" another whisper comes and the shake of his shoulder follows.

DAMN IT!

"What's wrong, Perce?" Luke mumbles, trying his best not to sound too alert. After all, he was supposed to be sleeping.

"Can I sleep with you?"

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"Umm..." was all Luke could utter. He knows his face is cherry red right now. He knows he should be excusing himself from the cabin and running as fast as his legs can carry him to the cold showers. He knows he could've just said no. He could've scoffed and rolled over. So, when his body goes, 'oh yeah sure, get it!' by tossing open his comforter, he literally wanted to die right there.

A lightning bolt to the chest from dearest Zeus himself would've been highly appreciated. Hell, he'd even thank the man personally. He wouldn't even have held a grudge.

Only, it's not a lightning bolt.

It was only Percy.

Percy Jackson, who was quite happily nestling himself at Luke's side, grinning like sunshine itself. "Thanks," the young man mutters and sighs in relief, "I had that weird dream again..."

'You're not the only one having weird dreams', is all Luke can think before feeling that surge of electricity run through him when the young man next to him flips on his side to face him.

"Sorry I woke you up," the son of Poseidon says apologetically, a faint blush of embarrassment still on his cheeks.

Of course, it didn't help that Luke only now realized that Percy's eyes were much more glassy than usual. His eyes were brimming with tears. It was obvious that he had had a nightmare, but … Luke couldn't help but feel adrenaline rush through his veins for all the wrong reasons. Unfortunately, right now, Percy Jackson was a picture of adorableness. And it was attractive.

Luke finally drew the covers back up to his chin before taking a breath to calm himself, "It's fine..." this was SO not fine!

"Um… can I … if you want…." Percy starts, edging a bit closer, "Maybe, just a bit… if you won't mind… maybe?"

"Do it or go back to sleep," Luke warns sternly, hoping that his tone might ward off any further temptations and cause Percy to go back to his own bunk.

"Thanks," Percy squeaks and wraps an arm around the unsuspecting Luke, "I really need a hug..."

"Percy, you're making this way too hard..." Luke mutters, trying his best to contain himself. He practically forced himself into a meditative state in hopes of finally getting this surge of hormonal temptation out of his system, or at least, suppressing it a bit.

"Sorry, I know I'm too old for this," comes the resigned reply. It didn't help that Percy tightened his grip on the older teen as he uttered those words. It was obvious the two boys were not on the same wavelength and were definitely not experiencing the same set of troubles.

Luke shifted uncomfortably. This situation had set his whole body on fire, lighting up all the adrenaline in his veins and had him so acutely aware of every movement the younger man made, it was torturous.

"You're really hot, Luke..." Percy suddenly states, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

And, if Luke's blush wasn't evident before, it was now.

Of course, Percy's little observation was concluded a bit too late, "... yeah, you're super warm. Do you have a fever or something? Are you feeling sick?"

Damn this kid.

"And your heart is beating like mad, you okay?" the teen asks innocently, patting his friend's chest in a matter that should've been seen as comfortingly.

Only, that gesture was Luke Castellan's limit. So, Luke grabbed Percy's wrist, tugged him on top of him and pushed himself up until their lips crashed together, "There!" he hissed harshly after he broke the kiss. He swallowed hard and took in a breath to steady himself.

The young man simply stared wide-eyed at him, completely caught off guard of the entire action.

"Now, go to sleep!" Luke growled angrily, completely embarrassed by his lack of control, and turned his back on Percy, as if nothing had happened.

"… umm..." the small voice of Percy Jackson finally made its appearance again in that confused mumble, "Okay…?"

But, instead of finally moving away… instead of finally just giving up… Luke felt the tug of Percy's hands at the back of his shirt, "Hey, Luke...," Percy's playful voice sings in his ear, much more confident than a second ago, "So, when you're sulking, turn around, I wasn't done with you..."

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