"Right, because you never had anything to hide." Percy still didn't think that Cass should hide his mother, but it wasn't his place to speak up. It was Cass' decision and probably one he shouldn't be making in the midst of the war.
"I'm not cooking. I'm not doing much of anything, in fact and you know it." He wanted to get better as much as Cass wanted him to. He wanted to go back to work and not feel like the floor was opening under him. He wanted to be able to come home and do things with Cass, and not just sexual things, but everything from cooking to spending the night talking and not feeling so bloody tired.
Percy snorted. "Between the freckles and the spots, it can't be such a pretty sight." He kissed Cass, and each kiss was a little more confident than the one before, and now it was normal. It scared Percy that he could feel so comfortable so quickly, but it also gave him hope that they hadn't made a terrible mistake.
His hand glided over Cass' side and back, resting on his arse. Percy brought their bodies together, cocks sliding against each other, and he moaned into the kiss. "You don't need to see for this," he said before kissing Cass again.