"Gods, I'm so tired." Jason said, his voice muffled as he snuggled his head into the pillow. You had been sitting on his bed in Cabin 1 when he had come in, looking exhausted and thrown himself face first onto the bed next to you. "Ugh," he groaned into the pillow, "everything hurts, especially my legs. I had to walk around camp so much today, oversee all the construction, make sure no one fucks anything up, we can't have any gods feeling left out."
You put aside the book you'd been reading and reach out a hand to caress his hair, tangling your fingers in his blonde locks, tugging a little. "You have to learn to delegate work, Jase. You can't do everything."
"But I have to," he said, turning his head around a little to face you, "it's my responsibility, my duty." Your duty-bound, responsible and incredibly stupid boyfriend who you loved so, so much but also wanted to whack a little sometimes because of his need to do everything for everyone. Everyone but himself.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" You ask softly.
"Can you massage my shoulders please?" He said after a little while. "They hurt like hades."
"Ofcourse." You climbed onto his back and started pressing his shoulders gently. "Let me know if this works."
"A bit harder, please." A small increase in pressure earned you a satisfied hum of consent. You moved your hands up and down his shoulders and back, a little over his biceps as well. Jason's response got louder with each press. And then suddenly, he asked you to stop.
"Is everything alright?" You asked as you got off of his back, "Did I do something wrong? Oh please don't tell me I fucked up some nerve in your back! Oh gods, should I go get Will?" You asked, panic rising in your voice.
"No, no! Gods, no!" He said, still laying flat on his stomach, "I'm fine, trust me!"
"Then why aren't you moving?"
"Because this is embarassing!"
Oh. Oh gods. This stupid, idiotic boy.
"Jason Grace, are you hiding a boner?" You could see his body tense up at the mention of the word. Jason buried his face deeper and deeper into the pillow and you fell deeper and deeper in love with him. "Jase, turn around. Come on." You pulled at his arms trying to move him but this man was huge and heavy. "Jase, please."
After much whining and begging, he finally turned around and you could see the very obvious bulge. He pulled the pillow from under his head and put it on his very red face, hiding it from you.
"For someone so intelligent, you really are dumb, Jase." You said, prying the pillow from his hands. "Are you really embarrassed for being aroused by your girlfriend?" You crept close to his face, poking his cheeks, teasing him. "Do you want me to help with that or do you want to do it yourself? Like everything else? Hmm?"
"Babe, this is so stupid, like I don't know why but," He mumbled, reaching out to hold your hand. You let him interlace his fingers with yours, squeezing them a little. "I feel like I'm going to die."
"Please don't," you said, giggling, "imagine the headlines, 'Girl Tries To Suck Dick For The First Time, Man Dies'."
Jason sat up in bed, meeting your gaze for the first time. "Wait, you haven't- you never- you've never done that before?" He asked.
"I know, it's hard to believe," you said, acting all high and mighty, "me being so funny and cool and amazing all around. But yeah, I've never been with anyone before you."
"But you are so confident about this," he said, still not saying the word.
You took his hand and placed it on your cheek, "I don't know if you can feel it but I'm burning up. Like I'm going to explode any second." It was true. A short circuit in your head. Something bubbling up inside you. You were excited, nervous, scared. Giddy. That was the right word. You were giddy. Your face, your whole body, the blood in your veins, everything was heating up. He could feel it, the heat through your skin. "But I want to do this, Jase. That is," you kissed his palm, not breaking eye contact, "if you want to do this."
That night, you finally managed to get Jason Grace lay back and let someone else take control for the first time in his life.
