The Drummer and The Singer (Jercy AU)

Chapter 1

Jason

It was roughly 3am, on a Saturday.

Everyone was sleeping in their rooms, quietly, peacefully, undisturbed.

Apart from me, who was awake, walking down the hallway.

Oh, and Percy, who was asleep, but on the sofa.

I wandered to the kitchen, well... sort-of-kitchen. The room was more like a living room, dining room and kitchen all-in-one. The water ran smoothly and cold from the tap when I twisted it on, giving me suitable drinking water to fill the glass I had picked from the cupboard. I took one small sip, and then turned.

"Holy Hera!" I stifled a yelp as I suddenly faced a gloomy, zombie-like figure before me, mere inches from me.

"You could have announced your presence to me, Percy, rather than just showing up," I complained, swallowing another gulp of water.

"...-head hurts," he complained, his voice hoarse due to the fact that he was asleep less than 2 minutes ago.

I sighed, and placed my drink on a side. I put a hand on Percy's shoulder, and directed him back to where he came from. I sat him there, amongst the cushions, and said,

"You have a hangover, Percy. I'll get you some water, you stay right here."

And so I prepared him a glass of water, and walked back with his and mine. Gently, I placed his into his hands. We both drank in silence, not talking.

"What time is it?" Percy broke the silence.

"Uh... about 10 past 3."

"In the morning?"

"Yes," I answered. His face looked a little shocked.

"How the Hades did I manage to sleep on a sofa for at least 3 hours?" he muttered under his breath, to himself, but I heard it anyway. Percy finished his water, and placed the drained cup on the small table before us. On leaning back, I began to stare at Percy.

Again.

It was a recent habit of mine.

My eyes picked out everything about him:

His unkempt, but somehow perfect, curls of mushroom brown - a truly wonderful colour for a natural feature...

And the orbs of hypnotising, deep-sea blue that were his eyes...

Along with his defined face, and tanned skin...

A smile unforgettable...

A build almost flawless...

All I saw was perfection.

Percy knocked me out of my head-space with a question,
"How drunk was I?" I thought back.

"Quite, but you didn't do anything horrifically embarrassing," I assured him. My glass was now empty, so it joined his. He nodded, and stared up at the ceiling. I rested my head against a cushion, and fell close to asleep.

"Jason," he woke me back up, "have you ever thought about kissing another boy?" The cogs in my brain whirred for a moment or two.

"Uh," I contemplate - be honest, or not?

"Um, yes..."

"Ok. ...I'm not alone then." I move my head to face the drawn curtains in front of me, but out of the corner of my eye, I'm still looking at Percy.

He rises from the sofa, and takes the two cups in his hands.

"Let me take those," I insist. I go to take the cups from him. We end up face-to- face, and after our last topic of discussion, it's an awkward moment. I take the glasses, and he releases his grip from them, but then he moves his hands up.

Towards my face.

Along my chin.

Around my neck.

My cheeks flush hot as Percy leans in closer, our breaths now of each other rather than oxygen. I'm scared I might drop and shatter the glasses now.

Percy presses his lips against mine, and I'm frozen. He kisses me unlike any kiss I've ever received - even from Piper.

"Percy," I quietly gasp, readjusting my grip on the cups.

"Goodnight, Jason."

Then he leaves, and it's just me and my thoughts.

Rushing thoughts.