And the war council adjourned.
Percy was sitting on one of the dunes, looking upon the ocean. Somewhere out there, Beckendorf's remains were scattered in the water. Everything that was left of him were memories of his laughter, his courage, his kindness. He wasn't surprised that Annabeth found him there, sitting down at his side without talking. His arm around her shoulder, and hers around his waist were comforting against the chill of the night and the cruel reality of war.
Holding hands, they walked towards the cabins, minutes before curfew. They kissed in front of the Poseidon cabin, but instead of walking to her mother's, she didn't move when he opened the door to the empty building. She didn't let go of his hand, hesitating, then followed him over the threshold.
She had been in there before, and when Percy switched on the lights, she went over to the small lounge and sat down. He watched her, and closed the door while the conch horn indicated the curfew, the harpies screeching in the distance.
"You are not supposed to be here after curfew," he said sheepishly. She smiled. "And I'm not supposed to be out there after curfew. What a mess."
Percy was flustered. Having his girlfriend in his room at night was something he definitely had dreamed about, and daydreamed as well. Seeing Annabeth sitting comfortably on his sofa, smiling at him, made him nervous because of what he had dreamed about. There was usually a lot of kissing and less clothes involved. Thinking about Annie without her shirt was not a good idea, he realized, when he felt his jeans becoming tighter down there.
"Um, do you want to drink something? I have… erm… water?"
She patted the empty space at her side. "Come, sit with me."
Sitting was something he could manage. He might have stumbled a bit on the way, but he was positive that he did it in a cool way.
"Ouch!" "Sorry," Percy said and tried to find a better place for his elbow than Annabeth's ribs. He ended with his arm on the backrest behind her shoulders. She took that as an invitation to scoot closer, leaning into his body. His arm instinctively went around her shoulder, and she was now really close, her body snug against his, legs touching. She smelled so good, like sand and sun and beach, and his hand played with her hair when she turned her face to him.
Her slightly open lips invited him, and he kissed her as they had done so many times before. That was a safe place for him, he could focus his naughty thoughts on her lips, her tongue… wait, her tongue? He broke the kiss for a moment, saw the dilated pupils of her wonderful grey eyes, and then her hands were at the back of his head, pulling him in, and her tongue was in his mouth again, and he played with it, sucked it in a bit, and he dared to visit her mouth, a soft moan encouraging him. They had never kissed like that before, he wouldn't want to do that where others could see them, see her wanting more, see him wanting more.
She broke the kiss, and his lips felt empty, but she kissed his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose, and doing that she came even closer, her leg… and she was sitting in his lap, facing him, she radiated heat, and Percy could only think of her.
Her hands were around his waist, under his t-shirt, and she was touching the skin at his back and his sides, but he kept his in less dangerous territory, supporting her hips while she straddled him.
People tended to think that Percy was a bit dumb. He knew that, and it didn't bother him much. Sometimes that was even helpful, making them underestimate him. Concerning girls in general and Annabeth specifically, it had taken him quite a while to understand his own feelings, or Annie's. What he did understand about the current situation was the obvious sexual nature of it. Not only was he as hard as he could get in the – more and more uncomfortable – restrictions of his jeans, and her grinding into his lap didn't make that better. He saw what he felt in her eyes, heard it in her hard breathing. And yes, he could think about that while making out with his beautiful girlfriend, thanks, ADHD.
He placed his hand on her mouth when she stopped kissing him and let her hands wander from his stomach upwards. "Wait," he said in a hoarse voice he hadn't realize he could produce, "Annie, please."
She stopped, fixing him with her wide-open eyes. "What do you want to do?"
"Seaweed-brain, really?" She licked the palm of his hand covering her mouth, and he shuddered like that was the sexiest thing she'd ever done.
He shook his head. "No, don't seaweed-brain me. I need you to tell me."
She just looked at him for a long moment, then, taking advantage of his removed hand, pecked him on the lips. "I love you, Percy," she said.
"I love you, Annabeth," he replied.
"We… we might be dead in a couple of days."
Percy knew that this was not the kind of 'tell me it's going to be ok'-statement, and just nodded.
"I don't want to go into battle still wondering how it might be."
He must have looked a bit puzzled then and she clarified: "I don't want to die a virgin."
The skin at her waist was warm and soft when he kissed her.
Things began to be more heated then, and he didn't object when she pulled his t-shirt over his head. He'd been shirtless around her countless times, but the way she looked at his body, touched his stomach was new and exciting. Wanting to see more of her as well, he took the hem of her shirt.
"Can I?," he asked, lifting it an inch. "You have carte blanche tonight," she answered. Seeing his expression, she added: "You can do what you want, unless I say I don't like it."
"Ok," he answered after a moment, "I'm all yours as well."
When her bra brushed against his nipples, he exhaled loudly into her mouth. He hadn't been aware how sensible he was there before Annie started to rub her still clothed breasts up and down his chest. His hands were at her back, inspecting her sports-bra to find the clasp. She giggled, whispered "it's at the front", and leaned back. There it was, two buttons between… He gulped when the first was open, the second… He opened the bra like a book, looking at her boobs. They moved when she shrugged off the fabric. Remembering the carte thing, he touched them immediately. They were firm and soft at the same time, a wonderful fit for his hands cupping them. When he looked up, she seemed to be nervous looking down at his hands around her tits. He smiled and placed a soft kiss on both.
"You are so beautiful."
He wanted to be closer to her, feel more of his skin touching hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and moved forward in the seat. "Hold on," and she did while he carried her to the bed, where he carefully let her glide down on to the edge of the bed. He stood in front of her, and her hands touched his flat stomach, and then she was on the buckle of his belt, undoing it slowly. Standing, he could clearly tell that she must be aware of the bulge in his pants. Before he could become self-conscious about that, she pulled them down. His cock, free of the stiff cotton, sprang up in his loose blue boxers, dangling just before her face. Now she was the one to stare at him, which did make him self-conscious, and he quickly sat down on the bed, removing his socks and sneakers. Annabeth slid out of her flip-flops.
Kissing, they were lying back on the mattrass, his hands again on her breasts, hers in his hair. He remembered how sensitive his own nipples were, and started to move a thump over hers. "Hmmm, that feels so good," she encouraged him, and his kisses trailed down. She moaned when his lips closed around on of the hardening mounds. Sucking at them seemed to be one of the most natural things in the world (and probably was), and she arched her back when he treated them both with care. Her face was beautiful when he looked up, her hair all messy, her eyes wide.
He kissed her belly-button while opening her jeans, and she lifted her ass when he pulled them down. Her no-nonsensical grey panties looked moist between her legs, and he wanted to see more, smell more of that exciting odour. Without further ado, he grabbed the panties as well, and she assisting him again, pulled them down.
Her body on display like that, her legs slightly ajar, damp blonde hair between them, her flat stomach, the round, upright breasts was a bit overwhelming. She probably sensed it, and told him: "Come here, kiss me, Percy."
The kiss was needy, powerful, and this time Percy was more active with his tongue, trying to explore her as thoroughly as possible. She manoeuvred his body over hers, and whenever he broke the kiss to look in her face, find her eyes, she pulled him back in, body against body. Then her hands were on his back, and found their way down to his ass, above the boxers, then inside, and she pulled them down. His hard dick touched her stomach, and she smiled at him and asked him to get down a bit. When she touched his erection for the first time, he flinched, and her touch became gentler, guiding him to her entrance.
The tip of his cock was aligned with a warm, wet fold. "Slowly, Percy." There was a bit of resistance, but then the bell-end slid into her body, and it gripped around him like a glove. He sighed while she tensed, closing her eyes, and he pushed in further. Registering her scrunched-up face he stopped, not sure what to make of her obvious distress. Her hands on his ass assured him. She was tighter around the tip of his cock now, and he pressed a little harder. She gasped when the resistance broke, and he slid in faster than he wanted to. She inhaled deeply, her eyes still closed, and he stopped again. "Are you alright?"
Was she teared up? He was not quite sure, but her smile was warm. 'Go on,' she mouthed. Before he complied, he returned his attention to her breasts, sucking her hard nipples. Biting down on one made her moan loudly, and only then he pushed all the way into her arching body.
He felt her pubic hair touching his own, her insides snug around his throbbing dick, her lips swollen and red. "Now move."
Pulling out was easy, but he had to put some effort to push in again for the first two or three times. But it got easier every time, and soon he was gliding in and out smoothly, never breaking eye contact. Gliding smoothly resulted in more than pleasant friction, and very soon he felt a familiar sensation in his guts, like his balls wanted to retreat into his body. "Shit, I'm already close," he said, and Annabeth pulled his head down for a kiss, and wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him in. He came long, and hard, shooting his cum into her body over and over, telling her how much he loved her, telling himself not to be so loud, kissing her now visible tears off her face, and finally collapsing and rolling off her body.
His hands didn't leave her body while he caught his breath. This had been an insane orgasm, the experience leaving him vibrant and alert. She smiled at him, but her tears didn't make sense.
"Did I… did it hurt?"
"Just a bit… unpleasant when you… stretched me. What about you?"
"It was great for me." He grinned. "You might have noticed."
She snickered. "Yes, I guess the way you came was a bit of a tell."
"You didn't come," he stated.
"No, but that's ok."
"It's not." He kissed her lips, one thump stroking a nipple. "Tell me what to do."
"Really, Percy, I'm fine, it feels good to be with you just like that. I can still feel you inside me."
"But I'm not…" He looked down and saw his cum dripping on the sheet. "Oh, I see." They kissed again.
"Annie?" "Hm?" They hadn't changed their position, exchanging lazy kisses, Percy playing with her tits.
"Do you make yourself cum when you are alone?"
"What a question, seriously." She sighed. "Ok, yes, in the shower, or when I'm in bed. Why do you ask?"
"Could you show me how? I want to… know how, and see… how it feels."
"Percy, really, you don't have to…"
"I want to. Please?"
She opened her legs for him, this time not to welcome his hard dick, but to show him her pussy, how she touched herself, played with her clit, how she inserted her fingers.
And Percy ignored that his own cum oozed out of her body, and he copied what she showed him, took over from her and registered the way her orgasm built up slowly, watched her kneading her own breasts when he inserted a finger into her wet folds. It was his idea to lick her instead of using his fingers, and she came almost instantly when his tongue found her clit, moaning in a deep, animalic voice he hadn't heard from her before.
She was even more beautiful after her climax, her hair all over the place, her body shining with sweat, her pupils still dilated, lips swollen from their kisses.
"You are so sweet," she told him, looking down at his face. He probably looked as pleased with himself as he was, with the most beautiful girlfriend in the world in his bed. "We should take a shower and change these bedsheets," she took to a more practical approach, "but before that we need to take care of this."
He hissed when she touched the tip of his cock that had become hard again when he took care of her pussy. "Not there, here," and he showed her how to wrap her hand around his shaft, and then she moved her hand, watching as he got closer and closer, feeling how he got bigger and harder just before cumming all over his stomach, his chest, up to his face.
And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.
And it lasted long enough so that no one could see Percy and Annabeth walking over to the Poseidon cabin when they finally left the canoe lake. She had told him that she wanted to talk, which was true, but not the only thing she wanted to do.
They settled on the couch they had sat in before everything went crazy. There hadn't been an opportunity to talk about it. His reaction to bringing it up was a bit of a surprise: "You aren't pregnant or something like that?", he asked with slight concern in his voice.
She sighed and explained the magical security measures to avoid unwanted offspring. "Yeah, that sounds familiar. Just wanted to make sure."
They sat for a while, Annabeth leaning on his shoulder. Percy broke the silence:
"Do the others think we are still in the lake?"
She snickered. "If so, what do they think we do to kill the time?"
"Hm, playing scrabble?"
"Partying with the naiads?"
"Counting fish?"
"Or," her hand gliding under his t-shirt, "making out?"
She could feel his muscles under the soft skin, and remembered the way they had tensed when he had cum into her hand. The other girls, especially those from the Aphrodite cabin, always said the 'real men' had to be active. A girl, they said, should never be the one taking initiative, make themselves 'hard to get', let the guys conquer them. Percy hadn't done that, he had waited for her, and she loved him for it.
He had removed his shirt when she had started to touch him, and looked down at her hands when she traced the outlines of his chest. Many girls at camp swooned about him, there was even a fan-club that gathered whenever he practised, hoping for some shirtless action. He wasn't even remotely aware of that, but she understood his popularity perfectly well. The natural tan that came with his black hair gave off beach vibes even in winter, the musculature formed by years of fighting... His strong reaction when her fingers brushed the dark skin around his nipples reminded her of the fact that she did not know much about how boys 'ticked' sexually, how Percy did, apart from the obvious thing, the bulge that had formed in his pants already.
She wanted to find out more, and let him find out more about her. His big eyes rewarded her when she pulled her own shirt over her head.
"Does this carton thing still apply?"
"Carte blanche," she corrected him automatically, and smiled. He was playing stupid again, and he looked really cute when he did that. "And yes, it does." She wore the same bra, and she watched his slender fingers open it. Annabeth was not totally happy with her breasts. They were too uneven, and she had been unsure if he might have liked them bigger. His reaction told her that there was no need to worry. Percy's fondness showed in his face and in the tender way he touched her, and she moaned when he almost immediately took one of her nipples in his mouth. Her hands in his hair, she let him take his time, watching him ministering to her tits. Her nipples were red and hard when he looked up into her eyes, and she crushed her mouth on his lips.
Breathless, she took his hand and led him to the bed. She slid out of her jeans and her panties as well. There would be a time to play with undressing, to tease him with doing it slowly, maybe even putting on something laced or other things, but not today. He took the clue and got naked only a heartbeat after she was. She spent only a moment to take in the sight of his body, the hairless chest, the upright erection covering his belly button, before she pressed her body against his and kissed him again. His arms were around her, she felt the wet tip of his cock just under her breasts, and his kisses spoke of lust and needing. Her hands found his ass, round and smooth, but firm when she grabbed the cheeks. Then she went down on her knees.
According to most girls who had, or claimed to have had, sex with boys, almost all guys loved blowjobs. What she knew was that Percy licking her sent her over the edge. His dick was wet, and the smell was like the one when she did the hand-job. When she licked the tip, he gasped and stumbled backwards, only catching himself when he was half lying on the bed. He settled there, propped up on his elbows, and she slowly took him in the mouth.
His moans told her that her tongue dancing on the bell-end now filling her mouth was right. Putting her left hand around his shaft, massaging it up and down, her right touched his ball-sack in search of other sensitive places on his body. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth when she played with the two egg-shaped testicles. Annabeth looked up. He gazed down at her almost mesmerized, his tongue nervously moistening his parted lips. Then his body tensed, she felt the balls pulling back and the dick getting stiffer in her mouth. She braced herself when he uttered a warning, and then her mouth was full with his cum, warm and salty, slimy and… well, not very tasty. She kept licking him, goo dripping out of her mouth around his pulsating dick. He now lay flat on his back, the muscles in his stomach working, breath heaving. Then it was over. She didn't want to spit it out, so she swallowed what had not spilt out of her mouth, coating her mouth and throat. After cleaning him up with his own shirt, she joined him on the bed and kissed him.
He scrunched his face a bit after the kiss, tasting himself. "Get used to it when you want me to do that again," she teased. He kissed her back with passion, his tongue invading her mouth. She let him take over and roll her on the back, his hands now on her breasts again. Then his kisses became lighter, he felt them on her collarbone, her breast, her stomach, and his hands gently parted her legs. His first lick was tentative, his fingers opened her, and she felt his tongue exploring her folds. The other girls thought he was good-looking and sexy, that he was strong and powerful. But they couldn't see him now, the concentration on his face, the determination to make her feel good, to give her as much as he could, to take care of her. Warmth began to spread in her body, and she knew that she would be satisfied beyond an orgasm that night. And she wanted something else.
Her hands in his hair, she directed him up her body, and he kissed her stomach, licked her navel, kissed her breasts. When his body covered hers, she felt his already fully restored erection between them, and she gave their kiss the urgency she felt. He didn't fight her taking back control, rolling him over. Looking down on him, she caressed his mouth with her thumb, looking down his body. Then she took a straddling position over his stomach. Her hand found his dick and she slowly slid down, watching his face when it dawned to him what she was up to.
Getting fucked hadn't been too pleasant when they did it for the first time. He felt too big for her, stretching her insides painfully. But it had gotten better after a while, so it was worth a second try, with her being in control. She was wide open and wet, and the tip of his cock slipped in easily. Inching down was not as easy as she had hoped. She felt stretched, and her body seemed to resist taking in his warm, thick flesh. At the same time, being filled felt right, even more so seeing the pleasure on his face, and she continued until he was fully inside her, and waited to get used to the feeling. His hands went up to fondle her breasts, and she slowly bent forward, searching for his lips on hers, finding a different angle for him inside her body. That was better, and she began to move, just a few centimetres at first, slowly out, back in. First it was just her riding him, then he started moving himself, alternating her rhythm with slow, gentle thrusts. There was more pleasure than discomfort now, her body connected the stretch with the stimulation of her pussy, his hard cock brushing against her clit.
They kept the slow pace, their hands on each other's body, kissing and looking at each other. The warmth that had spread in her body when she felt his tongue in her folds returned and got stronger, her fingers started to tingle with the sensation of the orgasm building up.
"Fuck me, Percy," she whispered in his ear, and she felt his thrusts getting bolder, harder, faster, she arched her back when she came, clenching around his dick inside her, and he came as well, his member pulsating inside her, his cum filling the last gaps inside her, and they both called their names before they came down, sweating, deeply satisfied and in love.