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Who: Percy + Wilson
What: Sundays off together.
When: Sunday, 4/19.
Where: Their condo.
Rating: R for handwaved boysexin'.
Status: Complete!



Instead of trying to manage sleeping in on his day off like the week prior, Percy had rolled out of bed earlier than usual. Attempting further sleep was useless - and while occasionally beneficial, he had a plan this morning. He left James to sleep, slipped into a pair of jeans and a button up t-shirt and then snuck from the room.

He fed the barking cat with a word of hush for it to be quieter, fed Baxter who felt no need to make a ton of noise in the first place, and then made his way to the kitchen.

He was going to cook a proper breakfast today even if it killed him. As much as James said it wasn't a big deal that he never did, Percy really did feel it was his turn to make an effort.

Thirty minutes later he was half way through a pot of coffee, and half a list of directions down into making french crepes. It was probably taking longer than it should have - but Percy was being especially careful, not to mention making sure that the kitchen remained as clean as possible while he broke eggs, measured flour and whisked milk into it all.

Wilson, meanwhile, slept blissfully unaware of the whole thing. He was faintly aware that there was less weight on the mattress, that the bed was colder, but he simply snuggled under the covers a bit more. He’d had a long week, and he was enjoying the ability to sleep in for once, damn it.

Which was probably good, because Percy had clearly chosen a recipe beyond his talent level and thoroughly ruined his first few tries to a degree he found embarrassing. Burnt, burnt, undercooked, somehow burnt and undercooked.

Finally though he managed something that looked like it should have (ish), plated it all appropriately, and then did all the dishes with a lazy flick of his wand. had he mentioned that magic was really freaking awesome, lately?

By then he’d managed drinking an entire pot of coffee, was feeling a little wired about it all, and felt the need to just go bother Wilson until he was awake. Well, not really bother. More like, burrow next to him on the bed and stare adoringly until poor Wilson woke up.

Wilson rolled over and nuzzled into Percy’s pillow. It smelled like him, which was cosy and made him smile in his sleep.

Which only made Percy wiggle closer - pressing his forehead to the small of Wilson’s back for a moment before changing his tactics and laying tiny kisses down his boyfriends’ shoulders and spine.

“Mmph, where’d you go?” Wilson rolled over so he could smile and kiss Percy, morning breath be damned. Percy tasted like coffee and sugar, and he smiled. “Why’d you wake up so early? Come back to bed.”

“Couldn’t sleep anymore,” Percy mumbled between kisses, fingers petting Wilson’s arm until he just cuddled closer completely. “I made breakfast.” He sounded so terribly proud of himself that even he was a bit embarrassed.

Wilson’s eyes snapped open. “You did? Really?” He grinned, kissing Percy a little harder. “You’re so sweet to me, feeding me when I’m exhausted.”

Percy happily accepted the kiss, and then took another food good measure and the sake of even numbers. “I did,” he agreed, snuggling closer. “You’ve worked a lot lately. It only seemed fair.”

“You’re good to me,” Wilson murmured, threading his fingers with Percy’s. “I should get up so it doesn’t go cold.” But he seemed to show no interest in moving, instead kissing Percy’s fingertips and smiling to himself.

Percy didn’t seem to mind. They had a microwave (something he was quite good at using, thanks), and he may or may not have known a spell for reheating too. Really, he should work on some non-domestic magic one of these days.

“Mm-hm,” the redhead agreed, but did not prompt for him to get up more than he already was. “Only trying to make up for all the spoiling you’ve managed.” But not really, because there was no catching up with that. He pressed a kiss to Wilson’s shoulder, and then wiggled up enough where he could straddle the older man and lean down for more proper kissing. Coffee, Wilson, the entire pot of it in too short a period of time.

Darn it, they were never going to get up now. Wilson smiled through heavy lidded eyes at Percy’s straddling him. “Do you want to eat breakfast, or eat breakfast?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the second question, chuckling to himself.

Worst innuendo was worst, James. Luckily, Percy didn’t seem to mind, and instead offered the beginnings of a smile. Just a tiny tilt of the lips really. But then, Percy was just the sort for that kind of look.

“Yes?” Because really, what better answer could there be? He wriggled down onto Wilson’s hips a bit further, and realized that jeans had not been the way to go this morning.

That made Wilson chuckle. “We really should just standard eat our breakfast before we have sex. Just because it’ll go cold and I’m sure you went to a lot of trouble.” Wilson wasn’t entirely convincing in his discussion of this, if only because he was unbuttoning Percy’s jeans and tugging them down over his hips.

“This is quite a contradiction,” the bespectacled boy murmured, because sometimes he really just was a bit obtuse and did have to point out when things were wrong or obvious. That didn’t stop him from scooting up enough to manage sliding his jeans completely off, though. “It’ll stay. The effort won’t be a waste.” He leaned down for another kiss, all sugar and coffee and soft lips against Wilson’s.

“I know, I’m terrible,” the older man murmured. He tugged Percy’s jeans off, wiggling out of the boxer briefs he wore to sleep. Grinning, he rolled with Percy so they were laying on their sides, suddenly feeling very, very awake. All of his blood rushing south would do that, he supposed.

“What did you make?” Wilson nibbled contentedly on Percy’s chest, teeth grazing lightly over a nipple.

“Crepes. With asparagus and mushrooms.” It was all fancy and clearly he’d been hanging around Wilson too much to have even thought to try something like that. The recipe had called for chicken too, but fuck chicken, man.

Pointedly ignoring his jeans which were now a jumble on the end of the bed, Percy closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the attention and teeth and Wilson in general (because he always enjoyed Wilson in general). He played his fingers through the older man’s hair -- which was already a bit rumpled looking from sleep.

“Mmm, that sounds amazing,” Wilson murmured. “I never really appreciated asparagus until I met you.” Wilson kissed his way across Percy’s chest before kissing him again. “You love me.”

“I should certainly hope you think so,” Percy said, this shy of smug. Because really though, he wasn’t in the habit of agreeing to marry men with whom he wasn’t in love. Basically, it was Percy’s round about way of saying ‘No shit’.

“Mmm, I love you too,” Wilson grinned, not caving into the smug. “So there.” He ran his fingers through Percy’s equally sleep tousled hair, sighing to himself. “Why’d you get up so early, anyway?”

“To make breakfast?” Percy was sure they’d gone over this already, and so wiggled down a bit more from his current spot in order to lean over and nip at Wilson’s inner thigh. “I had to plan for errors.” Of course he did. Who didn’t add time into their day-off schedule for things like ruining attempts at cooking?

“Oh. That makes sense.” For Percy, anyway. But Wilson was puzzled by Percy nipping his inner thighs. Breakfast and a blowjob? “Did I do something good?”

Things really only needed to make sense by Percy standards. That was kind of the unspoken contractual agreement that came along with living with the boy, after all.

“Better than usual?” Percy countered, glancing up at Wilson over the frames of his glasses, even as he slipped soft fingers around the other man with a now practiced sort of confidence.

“Mmhmm.” Wilson wondered if this was perhaps a ‘thank you for proposing’ gesture or something. Either way, he wasn’t going to mess with it. “You’re just being terribly nice.”

"I'm always nice." Which wasn't really true. But he was always polite. Maybe it was a thank you for proposing gesture. Probably it was more to do with the fact that Percy had been in a spectacular mood because of that proposal and was a firm believer in reciprocation and equality. Either way, he wasn't telling as suddenly his mouth was busy with things that had nothing to do with words.

“Mmm, but this is - “ Well, it was something. It was hard to talk when all of the blood in one’s body was going right south. He gasped a little, fisted the sheets, and turned right into a puddle. “Holy hell,” he murmured.

Percy wasnt the sort to smirk, but he definitely quirks his eyebrow in such a way that said if he was the sort, he'd be doing it right now.

He'd gotten pretty good at this in the last few months, or so he liked to think. Percy was big on practicing until perfect. He licked, hummed a little and then leaned forward into it as much as he could. He could see why Wilson liked doing this so well.

The results were immediately visible, that was why Wilson liked it. One could enjoy the fruits of their labor immediately. Wilson panted Percy’s name as his hands ran through the younger man’s hair, stroking gently.

Normally Percy might have been a bit more languid about it, but breakfast was on the table, and sometimes that sort of thing took prudence. Leaning into Wilson’s hands a little, the redhead worked a bit harder, pulling back for only a moment to catch his breath and almost playfully lick at the tip of his erection.

Wilson shivered. Percy had gotten fantastic at this, and Wilson was going to reap the benefits. Especially since this had been so impromptu, he wasn’t going to last too terribly long, and he knew it.

Which was fine by Percy, who was encouraging it (obviously), his fingertips petting almost absently against Wilson’s hipbone and glancing up at the older man through glasses that had somehow become askew.

The fact that Percy looked anything less than perfect helped Wilson finish. He groaned low, quiet but rumbly, trying hard not to thrust his hips upward. He didn’t want to choke him.

That would, in fact, be less than ideal. Percy swallowed in a way that should not have been described as tidily, but probably could have been anyway. He leaned back after a moment, catching his breath properly and fixing his glasses back on his nose properly. His smile was small, but smug. “I hope that wasn’t too abrupt of me.” Probably, he didn’t mean that at all.

“Huh?” Wilson laughed. “I don’t think words good yet, just did ... yeah.” He reached out to stroke Percy’s cheek. “No. That wasn’t too abrupt. That was ... I love you?”

Question mark? Aww. Percy gave a half snort of a noise even as he nuzzled Wilson’s hand. “Love you, too? I made coffee?” Usually he was the one slow on the uptake in the mornings. Perhaps he should not have destroyed the delicate balance.

Wilson laughed. “I think you just managed to rattle all of my brain cells. In a good way.” He moved to tug Percy into his arms, kissing him firmly and letting his tongue drift over Percy’s swollen lips. “You know I love you. A scary, unquantifiable, vast amount. And I’ll get you back after breakfast,” he smirked.

Percy went a bit pink over that -- because he still managed to be able to blush around Wilson all the time, somehow -- kissed the older man back and then smiled a little stupidly. Unquantifiable. He liked that. “We have all day.”

“Might need it,” the older man grinned. He stood up and kissed Percy lightly before moving toward the kitchen. “Mmph, that smells amazing. You’re a saint.”

“I’m not sure I approve of this role reversal.” Percy was clearly amused, though. And had also started it, so couldn’t complain much. He’d found his jeans again, and then followed Wilson into the kitchen even as he did up the zipper and button. “Coffee?” Because there was a fresh pot, even though he probably didn’t need more.

“I’ll take a cup,” Wilson agreed. He took his food and moved to sit down. “You did an amazing job, you know. And you say you can’t cook.”

“I can’t, really.” Percy busied himself with getting coffee for himself and Wilson. “But I’ve observed you enough to manage.” The redhead did well with things like watching and learning through study. Repetition made everything easier, particularly when he was naturally talented at very little. No mention was made, however, of his many ruined attempts.

He settled the coffee down at the table and took a seat as well.

“Well, this is amazing. Have you tried it yet?” He smiled and offered Percy a bite off of his own fork. “You seasoned it perfectly.” Wilson kissed Percy once he’d swallowed, just feeling lucky that this amazing person not only wanted to marry him, but did sweet little things for him as well.

Accepting the bite from the fork, Percy had the grace to look pleased over the compliments, but not entirely smug. It took effort. “I just followed a recipe, it wasn’t as if I made it up myself.” He was very good at following instructions. “Did you have plans for the day?”

“Still. You tried. And besides you, nope, no plans. Why, do you?” Wilson couldn’t help but grin a little, waggling his eyebrows. He was a big kid at heart.

“Thank you.” Compliments were occasionally taken kindly, as opposed to waved off with pretend nonchalance. He sipped his coffee and then worked at his own breakfast. “None beside you.” Innuendo, ahoy. “I was just making sure I didn’t have to prep myself for speaking to your mother over the phone, or anything.” It wasn’t that Percy liked worrying in advance, he just liked being prepared for anything that might make him anxious.

Wilson’s eyes went wide. “Oh, god, we have to do that.” Oh, god. Oh god oh god oh God.

Nooooo, it hadn’t been a suggestion. Percy’s expression went from mildly curious to amazingly concerned in less than a second. “Oh, dear,” was all he could think to say about that one. He hadn’t really expected the older man might forget. Now he wished he hadn’t brought it up at all.

Wilson sighed. “Let’s get it out of the way now. If we’re lucky, she’ll be getting a facelift.” He stood up to go find his cell phone.

“Getting a --?” Percy stayed quite still at the table whilst James looked around for his phone. “Er. Okay.” Well, they both already knew he’d be weird about it, so no one could really be shocked here.

Wilson dialed his mother’s number out of the speed dial, sighing as it rang. He set it on speakerphone and set it on the table. After three rings, a woman with a strong New Jersey accent came on the line. “Hello?”

“Mom? It’s James.”

“James! Long time no talk! I’m glad you’re not dead, I was starting to think I’d have to sit shi - “

Wilson pinched the bridge of his nose. “I work long hours, Mom. I have good news.”

Percy? Percy did not help out. Suddenly, it was very, very important to him that his hands covered his mouth. How a woman with that accent could be intimidating over the phone, he might never figure out.

“Oh? What sort of good news? Are you making me a grandmo - “

Wilson cut her off. He was obviously an old hand at cutting this woman’s sentences a bit short. “I’m engaged.”

There was a high pitched squeal on the other end of the line. “Who is she? When do I get to meet her? Why haven’t yo - “

“He’s right here, if you’d like to talk to him. HIs name is Percy, he’s a lawyer.”

“Oh, god,” said Percy, and it was definitely not what he’d meant to say first. He looked utterly horrified by it, though, so really that should have counted for something. “I mean - hello. Mrs. Wilson.” It came out as a squeak. A terrible, terrible squeak.

Suddenly there was rumbly, delighted laughter on the other end of the line. “Oh, James, he’s adorable! Hello, Percy! You’re English! Oh my gosh, is James feeding you? Do you need anything sweetheart?”

Wilson’s jaw dropped. He’d been ready for anything but his mother mollycoddling his fiancé.

Perhaps Percy just came off as the sort who needed just a bit extra help. He rose his eyebrows, faintly shocked himself, but sat up a bit straighter in his chair as if he were sure Wilson’s mother might be able to sense it through the phone.

“Oh-- uhm.” Still a bit squeaky. He couldn’t help it. “Thank you. He is, actually. He’s quite the good cook. I expect you taught him.” Flattery. Because Percy? He was totally the type you brought home to your mother. His gaze went toward the equally surprised looking James, as if sympathetic.

“Oh, no, that was all him by himself. He did it because I can’t cook. But I can knit, and I’ll be sending you a whole passle of sweaters,” she chriped.

“You don’t have to do that, Mom.”

“Of course I do - “
“Mom, it only drops to about sixty degrees here. Ever. No need for sweaters.”

Mrs. Wilson sighed. “Well, I’m sending them anyway, James.”

“We’d like that very much, ma’am,” Percy said, because he also had a mother who was keen on making jumpers. You just took them. You didn’t have to like them, but at least set them in the bottom drawer and occasionally remember they existed. Mothers loved that sort of thing. Percy was very good at appeasing mothers - he’d practically made a career out of it in his youth. Someone had to, considering the twins.

“See, James? You could learn a lot from your young man.” Mrs. Wilson’s tone was chiding, and James had to try very hard not to giggle.

“Okay, Mom. Well, I’m going to go take advantage of my young man, we’ll talk to you soon.”

“Oh dear.” There was that squeak again. And he’d just gotten rid of it, too. Percy covered his face with both hands and just decided to stay that way. Safer.

Mrs. Wilson giggled and clucked her tongue. “You boys be safe!”

“Love you too, Mom.” Wilson chuckled and hung up the phone.

Peeking from between his fingers, Percy ignored the fact that he’d smudged his glasses. For now. “That was--”

“Awful?” Wilson handed Percy a napkin for his glasses. “That’s my mother.”

Taking the napkin, Percy set to work cleaning them, making a bit of a show of the effort in order to hide whatever anxious awkwardness was still leftover. “She seemed -- not that awful.” Weird, sure, but not awful.

“Mmm, but she’s not your mother.” Wilson smiled and moved to kiss Percy gently, stroking his cheeks. “I love you.”

“Just different,” Percy assured -- it wasn’t as if his own mother was exactly a saint, either. He leaned in for another kiss, feeling oddly relieved about it all. “Love you, too.” Obviously.

“I know,” Wilson grinned. “I should tell your brothers in person, I feel.”

The redhead could only agree with that. “It beats out having them track us down at our places of work if you were to do it a different way.” Did you see what he did there? That ‘you’ instead of ‘we’? Enjoy that, Wilson.

Wilson laughed. “You know I like them, yes? It’s probably because I’ve had about twenty fewer years of exposure to them than you, but still.”

“I have gathered that, and yes, probably they might seem charming after only having to deal with them for a total of -- what? Five hours?” He gave a long suffering sort of sigh, but then shrugged. “They’re likable. I know that. Just -- I don’t want to push anything.”

“I’ll push for you.” Wilson grinned, running his fingers through Percy’s hair which just made it stand up worse. “I’m sure they’ll get you some awful gift to congratulate you.”

“I know you will.” It was oddly romantic, but instead of commenting on that, Percy instead tried evening his hair out again -- he’d already made breakfast, he was out of sap for the morning. “And probably so. Just realize they’ll be your brothers eventually, too.” Smug. “You can deal with them forever, then you’ll see.”

“I like the sound of forever,” Wilson grinned. He wondered if it was too soon to try to get Percy back for the morning blowjob. No time like the present to find out.

Nothing like talking to mothers, and about brothers to get all the blood flowing south, Wilson. But maybe the romantic bits helped. Percy gave a pleased sort of expression. “Well, you haven’t got the option of anything but that.”

“Good.” Wilson moved to wiggle under the table, smiling to himself. “That was kind of what I had in mind when I proposed.”

“Well, yes I imagine -- what are you doing-- oh!” Percy seemed a bit surprised by this sudden turn of events, although he wasn’t sure why. He leaned down a little to peek at Wilson. “That can’t possibly be comfortable, you realize.” Not that he was objecting.

“I’m aware.” Wilson’s knees would be arguing in no time. But he did say he’d get Percy back, and he did already have him unzipped. No sense in going back.

Faulty logic, but Percy was rather aware that good things seemed to happen when James was kneeling, and so did not protest any further. Instead, he wiggled back in his chair a little and found himself vaguely amused as he reached out to settle his fingers in fluffy brown hair.

Wilson liked being able to say that he was having a nice morning in with his fiancé. He’d told his mother he was engaged, he was going to speak with his soon to be brothers-in-law, and for that moment, he was happily fellating his soon to be husband. Good days off indeed.