continuation of this short post where shane tipsily contemplates getting squished between ilya and marleau’s sweaty bodies <3
it’s been several months and shane isn’t even thinking anymore about getting panini-pressed between his husband and his husband’s bro-y best friend. it was buzzy and fun and ilya teasing him about it while they fucked afterwards was kinda hot but he’s done with all that now.
that’s the plan, at least, until he finds himself in a club. finds himself a little drunker than he intended. finds himself on the dance floor, ilya guiding him with long, sexy movements that keep them pressed together so nicely, chest to chest. it’s less dancing, to be honest, and more swaying. taking stock of each other’s bodies and following the ebb and flow of them. and shane is drunk and happy and a little turned on by his smoking hot husband so that’s why he reacts the way he does when it happens. when they’re suddenly not alone.
shane is perhaps hyperaware of cliff marleau’s presence tonight, but only in the way that ilya hasn’t gotten to see him in such a long time. it’s a reunion of sorts. so vibes are up. his husband’s happy and that makes shane happy, his slightly swimming brain latching onto the endorphins that spike around marleau like they’re his own.
it’s why his body reacts the way it does when one moment, things are footloose and fancy free, and then the next, there’s this solid, hulking weight settling behind him, not touching but unmistakably there. it’s marleau’s deep voice. marleau’s woodsy cologne. marleau’s heat, hovering just shy of shane’s back as he leans over his shoulder to shout something at ilya.
it’s loud as fuck in here, the bass sitting low in shane’s chest, so he really does mean shout. but ilya leans in a bit to catch his words. seamlessly. they’ve done this so many times, shane assumes, finding each other in clubs after inevitably splitting up. and that’s fine. that’s good. ilya’s laughing and he’s happy and that makes shane happy. and then the crowd moves.
it’s light - a ripple effect as a group of girls make their way through the sea of bodies - but it’s just enough, that adrenaline spiking with a top-off of sweet endorphins as suddenly, marleau’s body sinks in to press all along shane’s back.
it’s nothing. an accident. and yet shane’s heart suddenly bunny-kicks in his chest, the light squeeze of him caught between ilya and marleau’s chests sending a pulse of satisfied heat through his core. because neither of them are moving away. there’s a natural sway to them that comes from being in a crowd of bodies, but the extra space must’ve never freed up behind marleau after the girls passed. and all of the sudden shane’s brain and dick register that he’s stuck. that he’s squished, by firm muscles, from all sides.
he’s been in this position before. on a dance floor like this. rose kissing him, miles’s lips not so secretly brushing against the back of his neck. it’s not a new position, but tonight is nothing like that. right now, there’s nothing remotely sexual even happening. it’s just ilya talking to his friend. just having a moment. casual and circumstantial and yet shane’s skin is on fire. his muscles are screaming with relief, the beautiful satisfaction of the deep pressure surrounding him making his brain swim down deep.
ilya shouts something back to marleau with a devastatingly handsome smile. it gets both hands reaching over shane’s shoulders to give ilya’s a friendly rub and it’s too loud to catch. all shane knows is they’re both laughing now. they’re like boys again - a revisit to their clubrat days and they’re just as smooth and sexy but they’re mature now. stable. and shane is ilya’s, those big hands on his hips now that marleau’s snug against his back. there’s no room to actually dance and shane’s finding he couldn’t be happier about that, pulse thick and thundering in his ears as another wave presses in, marleau’s touch dropping back to clamp over shane’s deltoids as he’s forced to press forward again - so fucking tightly into him this time that shane stumbles that last half a step into ilya’s chest and fuck.
shane’s eyes flutter closed. hands fall to clutch into the back of ilya’s tank top. his dick jumps in his jeans as the heady pressure squeezing around him tightens. neither of the men seem to care that marleau’s all up on shane and maybe that’s normal. maybe that’s just the way the club scene is. you get cozy and flush against your best friend’s partner and no one bats an eye because it doesn’t mean anything. it’s just a spacing issue.
maybe shane’s the freak.
because he’s trying not to, but he can feel himself getting hard. he can hear all that teasing that poured from his husband’s lips after he admitted to hypothetically wanting this around that fire pit. the pressure. the trap. with this man specifically.
marleau leans his head back for a second and his warm breath fans against the nape of shane’s neck and suddenly, like a demon has possessed him, it’s taking everything in shane’s power not to back his ass up into marleau’s lap. to grind against him a little. just to see. god, he’s drunk. he needs ilya to take him home and fuck him. he needs to stay right here and live out his days crushed between these two sweaty bodies, their colognes mixing into this insane aroma that gets in shane’s head and makes him wanna do something crazy.
he just needs to recenter. steady his pulse. enjoy the pressure without equating it to something filthy, like he can usually do so well, but for some reason is struggling hard as hell with right now.
shane rests his chin over ilya’s shoulder with a hum. closes his eyes. remembers himself and where he is and opens them back up, making eye contact with a twink who’s watching him with what can only be described as biblical proportions of envy.
they need to leave. before shane does something stupid. before he ruins a friendship that’s been in the works for over a decade because he’s drunk and horny and can’t control himself.
shane lifts his head to brush his lips against ilya’s ear, but before he can ask, something happens behind them. whatever it is, it’s got marleau’s lap pressing up flush against his ass and god, it sends this buzzy pleasure through him so, so deeply and the noise escapes shane before he can reel it in. before he can act like he’s normal and not very obviously so fucking turned on between them.
he can feel ilya’s chest rumble. hear the smirk that’s dancing across his lips as he noses his way over to shane’s ear instead.
“soon,” he murmurs, and shane has no way of knowing how his eyes flick up to snag on marleau over his shoulder. “let us play with you a little longer.”
i think somewhere in their 80s ilya dies in his sleep at the cottage and when shane finds him in the morning he goes right back to sleep because obviously his mind is tricking him that his husband isn't breathing. shane doesn't wake up either. it's like his body spared him from having to live without his soul.
they get to spend their last moments gloriously naked cuddled up in their forever home. their 20 something year old selves would be proud.
Okay #shanepussythoughts but yes Ilya does like to slap Shane’s tdick with the head of his cock until Shane is shaking and yes he does do this especially when Shane has already cum and his thigh muscles are jumping around Ilya’s waist with every wet slap and yes this has made Shane squirt while crying and also yes Ilya did then fuck him slow and deep while he was already way overstimulated and YES ! Shanes lips were twitching and shaking every time Ilya slowly pulled out just for him to gush when he thrust back in. Any questions?
We have Percabeth post HOO, post Tartarus. Percy is feeling depressed and isolated. His once strong relationships like with Rachel, Grover and Nico feel distant. Annabeth's friends think he's a loser. Things with Annabeth feel tense after Akyls, and he feels lost about where he is heading in life.
Then he and Annabeth (or maybe just Percy alone) start having these dreams at night...
The first dream...he and Rachel were together. Having a picnic in Central Park. Like his first date with Annabeth. But whereas Annabeth was disappointed and wanted more, Rachel was elated. He watched Rachel offer to take him on a boat trip for their anniversary and wondered why Annabeth never planned any special dates for him.
The second dream...he and Calypso were on the island. Them lying on the sand under the stars, murmuring about the constellations. Percy telling her everything about the modern world while she regaled with tales of old. Percy teaching her how to bake blue food and Calypso patiently teaching him how to plant. His greatest what if. A life away from the demands of gods. Percy longed for that kind of peace and gentleness with Annabeth.
The third dream...he and Reyna ruled Camp Jupiter together as co-praetors. They looked at each other with tremendous mutual respect. Reyna was strong without being frightening; the other Percy never worried that her anger would lead to physical blows. Reyna and him bearing the weight of leadership together as equals. Them sharing their vulnerabilities in the quiet of their office, holding each other up. Percy wondered when he ever confided his deepest fears and hurts to Annabeth...why was he always the emotional support?
The fourth dream...Percy's eyes widened to see him and Nico. In Tartarus. Percy choking Akyls, the haunting fear turned rage making his eyes glow poisonous green. Nico crawling over, his own broken eyes barely holding together, and hugging Percy. Nico telling him they're safe now, he would be with Percy in the dark, that he loves him. Percy sobbing ugly tears and Nico holding him like a lifeline. Nico cracking a weak joke about Percy having way too many powers and Percy laughing uncontrollably, crying again but with less pain. This was so unfair. So unfair that Percy's wise girl saw him as an unnatural freak of nature to be restrained.
Annabeth was supposed to be the one...so why were those other Percys happier than him?
Percy and the Olympian gods (along with Hades and Hestia) somehow end up back in the past to around the time Percy first arrives at camp.
Before they went back in time, Dionysus and Percy had become sort of drinking buddies (non-alcoholic though). Percy took up training and reaching the campers after the wars and yes, he did it voluntarily but wow it was still exhausting. And he had found that he suddenly related a lot more to Mr. D. So they often met up, had drinks and bitched about the campers together. Mr. D even started calling Percy by his name ocassionally. Either that or Percy went around calling him everything other than his name (honorable mention to the time he went around calling Mr. D, Delilah).
Percy, Apollo and Hermes had become a trio of troublemakers. They were basically the PowerPuff Girls. Manslaughter, Manwhore and Manipulate at their finest. Nobody is in a relationship with anybody but these bitches have never heard of personal space when it comes to each other. Them being in the same vicinity means they're either causing trouble, gossiping and judging people, bickering, or fused into a single cell organism.
Poseidon, after all the time of knowing his kid, existed on a scale of "My baby, my baby, my baby, my smol precious little baby" to "Child, I will sell your ass on Facebook Marketplace for a singular donut, do not fucking test me right now".
Percy had also somehow worn down Zeus until he was less paranoid bitch and more exasperated uncle who is just done with Percy's shit. Zeus is at the point where to him Percy is the stray cat that members of his family have for some reason adopted and he would kick the cat out but he can't do that so eventually he gets used to the damn thing.
And Hades had existed in a blissful state of "not my circus, not my monkey". Which usually didn't last considering Percy often barged into the Underworld like it was his personal holiday home. Hades always feels nothing but pure exasperation (and fondness, which he'll never admit). He's learned to just tolerate whatever antics Percy gets up to.
Aphrodite actually likes Percy. Love and war. And Percy is both. He might not have a romantic love but there is no lack of familial and platonic love. Not to mention that he spent literal years fighting wars. And its not like he isn't pretty. So she doesn't mess with his romantic life much anymore. She just thinks that his relationships with his family and friends are cute. She'd low-key contemplate adopting him if Poseidon wasn't such a possessive bastard. But she does like giving him the occasional makeover or giving him things to glam up his looks.
Ares has become resigned to the fact that he can't lay a finger on the little cockroach that most of the Olympians have for some reason taken a liking to. Not to mention his girlfriend likes Percy too much for him to even think of it.
Percy and Hephaestus had ended up getting along surprisingly well. Percy had had a knack for working in the forges at camp from the beginning but he had never had time to actually explore it because of all the shit going on. So once the wars were over, he learned a lot from the cyclops forges in his dad's kingdom. Him and Hephaestus somehow ending up talking after Percy went on a quest for him as a favor. Percy started ocassionally visiting Hephaestus to learn more or just fuck around in the forges with him.
Artemis wasn't particularly close with him but there was a mutual respect between them. Athena and Hera are bitches as far as Percy is concerned and he wants nothing to do with them.
Now imagine this version of Percy coming to camp for the first time, back to being twelve again, and meeting Mr. D who also came back in time and definitely knows this little fucker. So its a surprise to Chiron, Grover and Annabeth (tiny stalker) when Mr. D doesn't fuck up the new kid's name and they actually seem to get along well enough even though they're mostly snarking at each other. The other campers are surprised when they notice it later too.
And while the gods don't tell anyone shit, they literally don't really bother to hide the fact that they like Percy. Apollo fucking shows up out of the blue at camp just to hang with his fellow PowerPuff Girl (even if said PowerPuff Girl currently looks like he's twelve). It's baffling for everyone at camp who have no idea what the fuck is going on.
Especially when they start seeing more gods around, and this twelve year old midget is fucking sassing them all the time. The campers are worried that the new kid is gonna cross a line soon and a god will eventually smite him. Percy knows that isn't gonna happen so he doesn't give a shit. You thought actual kid Percy had no filter. Now meet war veteran Percy in kid Percy's body. It's a whole new level of somebody tell this kid to shut him fucking mouth. And Percy never does shut his mouth.
And apparently Poseidon is clingy as fuck. The campers are learning new things everyday.
Listen, I have some issues with the short story "Staff of Hermes", but the way Rick Riordan wrote the relationship between Percy and Hermes is absolutely hilarious and I love every second of it.
Percy describing Hermes as "Personal friend, dispenser of heroic quests, and frequent cause of migraine headaches" is absolutely peak.
The fact that Percy was able to literally grab Hermes's arm, physically pull him away from a confrontation with Annabeth, and then interrupt him twice, while he was telling him how he lost his staff, all the while Hermes was already in a really bad mood, with Hermes' only reaction being mild annoyance, and not even a hint of the anger, which would be the expected reaction from a god, is amazing.
And Hermes then telling Percy at the end, "I might not see you for a while" as if they see each other frequently and talk every other week, when they only had like five conversations total over the course of three years is so funny to me.
Percy and Hermes have honestly such a peak dynamic.
Like, that is the closest you can get to an actual cousin dynamic between a god and a demigod.
the entire time after Luke's betrayal Hermes looks like a kicked puppy, wide teary eyes and permanent sad look on his face. it awakens something in Percy sexually, which only gets confirmed after Lester shows up at his door in toa
Hermes and Lesterpollo being all miserable, and Percy barely keeping it together:
Percy and Hermes' friendship in the books (+ his dynamic with George and Martha) is by far one of my favorite things to come out of SoM, and it's definitely on my top 5 favorite character dynamics from the saga 😔😔😔 More people should join me in this obsession
(Also, if Percy won't get George a rat, at the very least he can let him steal his fries ://)
The way Percy describes Apollo and Aphrodite is actually really sweet when you stop and think about it for a second.
Like, in Greek mythology, Aphrodite and Apollo are essentially the divine standards for feminine and youthful masculine beauty. And while Percy definitely notices that they're physically attractive (quite often, might i add, my bi king), the details he remembers most aren't really about perfect faces, but about aspects that have more to do with their personality.
With Aphrodite, he obviously describes her as stunningly beautiful, but then immediately afterwards he also says this:
She really was beautiful. And not just because she had a pretty face or anything. She believed in love so much, it was impossible not to feel giddy when she talked about it. (Titan’s Curse, Chapter 13)
Like, I love the fact that one of the things Percy considers most beautiful about the literal goddess of beauty isn't her appearance, but her genuine love for love itself.
And with Apollo, while Percy also repeatedly describes him as very handsome, the detail he keeps coming back to is specifically the way he smiles:
The driver got out, smiling. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, and for a second, I had the uneasy feeling it was Luke, my old enemy. This guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy good looks. But it wasn't Luke. This guy was taller, with no scar on his face like Luke's. His smile was brighter and more playful. (Titan’s Curse, Chapter 4)
Despite the battle scars, the Titan’s face was handsome and strangely familiar. Percy was pretty sure he’d never seen this guy before, but his eyes and his smile reminded Percy of someone (…) He remembered the name Leto: the mother of Apollo and Artemis. This guy koios looked vaguely familiar because he had Artemis’ cold eyes and Apollo’s smile. (House of Hades, Chapter 61, Percy)
I just think that's really endearing.
When Percy describes the two gods who literally embody ideal beauty, the qualities that leave the biggest impression on him aren't things like symmetrical features or perfect physique, but the things that reveal personality...
I just know Percy holds the fact Hermes lost his caduceus over his head so hard. whenever Hermes asks him to do anything Percy doesn't want to, he threatens to tell other gods, particularly Apollo
the concept of Percy being born asexually is so funny to me. yeah one of the biggest whores in the pantheon birthed the saviour of the world without any sexual relations just because he really liked that one human girl
I headcanon that the first god who kissed Percy was Hermes, and it was by pure accident. he went to kiss him on the cheek but Percy managed to move his head at just the right moment
Poseidon really does treat Percy like a kitten a lot. Currently Percy has fallen asleep in his dad's arms and it doesn't look like Poseidon will be waking him up any time soon.
But on the following days on Olympus (the demigods are allowed to stay for longer), they see Poseidon scruffing Percy and lifting him up, causing Percy to just go limp. And also they've seen him frequently play with Percy's hair which seems to relax the demigod and settle his ADHD restlessness so much. They also see Percy be carried around or cuddled whether he wants to be or not.
Percy seriously abuses his power over the sea god to get what he wants (mostly for just small things). Poseidon is already a sucker for baby seal eyes from Percy so when Percy is being all sweet and calls him papa at the same time he gets such good cuddles out of it.
And Percy was a manipulative little shit who knew far too well how much power he had over his overprotective papa and he had no qualms about abusing said power. One memorable incident being when he was bickering with his godly cousins (Hermes and Apollo) over something minor and turned from the aggravating bitch he was being to his cousins, to smol baby mode when he spotted his dad, knowing his dad could scare his cousins easily enough.
Post Percy's third quest and the fight against Atlas where Percy had to carry the sky. It is the Winter Solstice meeting on Olympus which means all of the campers are there as well when Artemis brings Percy, Annabeth and Thalia there as the questers who freed her.
This is the campers' (including Annabeth's) first time seeing Thalia and Percy in the same place as their fathers. Zeus only acknowledges Thalia (but he's still cold and an asshole and Thalia wouldn't dare to call him something as informal as dad). Whereas Poseidon shrinks down to human size and literally gets off his throne to hug Percy protectively and check over him (carrying the sky is even more dangerous for a son of the Sea than it is for anyone else and it could have killed Poseidon's little pearl). The campers get to witness how blatant Poseidon is with his affection for his son. And while most gods don't particularly care to be parental towards their kids (or aren't able to defy Zeus), Poseidon clearly delights in being Percy's father (much more than he does being an immortal god worthy of worship).
Percy doesn't give two shits about how he addresses or speaks to his dad. He doesn't care if he's informal and he's not navigating metaphorical landmines. He doesn't care how he addresses the literal god, dad, papa......
And they can't help but be jealous. Even Annabeth and Thalia. They were both in the same fight that Percy was. Thalia had been on the quest too. And Annabeth had carried the sky too. But they only got the briefest acknowledgement from their godly parents while Percy's looks like he never wants to let him go. They might genuinely need to pry Percy out of Poseidon's grip if they want him back any time soon. Because the sea god even ignores Percy's whining about how he can let him go now (it had gone on long enough that Percy was starting to be a little embarrassed, he couldn't deny that it was nice though, he felt safe and protected).
The other campers don't say anything but there are many of them who are jealous and wish their parents would be with them the way Poseidon is with Percy who is easily able to see Poseidon as his dad first and as a god second. Whereas most of them struggle to see their godly parents as anything other than the gods that they are.
