don't you know i'm desperate for you? (explicit; 9.3k)
"Fuck off," Jason says automatically. He digs a knuckle into his forehead, Percy watching all the while. "Listen. All I'm trying to say is if something's—if I fucked up, you have to tell me what to do—"
"Okay," Percy says easily. "Get on your knees."
Jason blinks and he's staring down at the ground. His kneecaps ache in a way that promises future bruises, because he hadn't been thinking about anything beyond the firmness in Percy's voice, how perfectly actionable the command itself was. Percy said Get on your knees and Jason's first and last thought had been to fucking drop. He has to crane his head up to look at Percy now, who's looking down at him with his head tilted to one side and lips tilted up with it, crooked canine sitting sweetly in his mouth.
"That was good," Percy says.
"Uh-huh," Jason says vaguely, and then, "You son of a bitch."
***
Sometimes, Jason likes being told what to do. Luckily, Percy likes telling him.

















