Children of Loss 27

Chapter 27

A black head of hair poked out from under a warm, blue blanket. Nico sighed contently before rolling over on his stomach and burying his face into the extremely comfortable pillow. When his hand dropped to the mattress, he scrunched his eyes for a moment before cracking one open.

He was alone. Luke was not asleep, or even in the room. Nico let out a yawn, stretching his feet beneath the covers. A glass of water and some aspirin sat on the nightstand beside him. But, besides a dry mouth, Nico felt fine. He made a face as he tried to wet his mouth, as it tasted like a mix of cotton and something that had died.

The boy sighed and sank beneath the covers, currently not capable of moving. Luke's blanket and pillow were amazing. He was still in the clothes he had changed into last night, though he had never really doubted that anything was going to happen.

He had been honest with Luke last night when he had said that he didn't think the blond would try anything without his permission. Luke probably would, but not without consent. There was just something there, something holding the blond back.

Nico blinked his eyes open, and stared up at the ceiling. He really did not want to be productive today; the bed was just too comfortable. But Luke was nowhere to be found, at least not in the room. Why hadn't the blond woken him? And why did he always wake up alone in bed? Well, except for when he had stayed with Will, though the blond had still not met his expectations of waking up next to another guy.

Was it too much to ask to wake up next to someone the next day? His experience with Percy had, of course, been the most disappointing. And the events that followed him after waking up that morning had not been enjoyable, either.

“Oh fuck!”

Nico blinked, his eyes now wide. What was that? He slid his legs out of the bed and sat on the edge, an eyebrow raised. He could barely make out some voices in the living room.

“More, dammit!”

Okay, so it definitely did not sound like an average conversation. The voice sounded like Luke, though. And, from what he could make out of the other voice, it sounded like Percy. He heard Percy chuckle at something before a loud moan rang out.

Nico crept towards the door, letting it slowly open. He was instantly met by the sounds of moans and heavy breathing. It was definitely Percy and Luke, though. Had the manager dropped by? Should he be investigating this?

He could hear the shower running behind him. Octavian must have come back, he thought. But what was going on in the living room? He hesitantly shuffled down the hallway. What he found was definitely not what he expected.

On the TV was a video, of Luke and Percy. The green-eyed young man was pounding into Luke at a relentless pace, the blond moaning and begging for more. Percy smirked, a hand gripping Luke's throat. The raven haired young man had his other hand digging nails into the blond's hip.

“Goddammit, Percy, harder!”

Nico blinked in surprise at the video. Nico thought Luke had said he was the dominating type. This video seemed to say differently. He quirked an eyebrow and turned, freezing on the spot.

Luke sat on the couch, completely naked. And, for the first time, Nico saw Luke's erection. As predicted, the blond was above average. He had a hand around his arousal, stroking himself. But the most surprising thing was what the blue-eyed Lost Boy was doing with his other hand. He had a dildo, currently penetrating himself with it.

Nico's entire face felt hot, nearly as red as a tomato. “Um, morning?”

The blond froze, turning a dark, lustful stare on Nico. “Enjoying the show, brat?”

Nico rubbed his arms, shifting his gaze away from the nude form of Luke. He cleared his throat, feeling his own arousal beginning to form. “Um, what are you doing?”

Luke grunted. “What does it look like I'm doing?” Much to Nico's dismay, the Lost Boy went back to work on himself. “Are you just going to watch, or you going take care of yourself?”

“Uh, no thanks, I'm good.” The raven haired boy rubbed the back of his head. “You have a sex tape?”

The blond shrugged, sliding the dildo into him again. “Just for my enjoyment.”

Nico's face turned darker as his eyes landed on the video again. “Is, uh, Percy always this...aggressive...in bed?”

Luke chuckled. “Why don't you go find out?” He grunted and nodded to the space next to him on the couch. “Sit.”

The youngest Lost Boy pursed his lips. This was a little uncomfortable. He hesitantly made his way over and sat down, refusing to look at Luke. He blew out a breath, drumming on his lap awkwardly.

“Still uncomfortable with all of this?”

Nico shrugged. “Still a virgin.” He sighed and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “Why are you watching this, anyways?”

The blond shrugged, not stopping in his self-pleasuring. “Why not? Percy is good, even through memories.”

Nico's brown eyes unconsciously found their way over to stare at Luke stroking himself. Until he had gotten to the hotel, he had never really seen another guy naked before, and now he was seeing plenty of male anatomy. Luke's head fell back in a moan. Nico blushed and looked away when he realized the blond was watching him from the corner of his eye.

The raven haired boy shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Luke let out a loud moan, which was soon followed by his climax. Luke slumped on the couch, pulling the dildo from himself. The blond let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, his chest still covered in his seed.

“Can you hand me that?” Luke asked, pointing to the other side of Nico.

Nico just blinked for a moment. Luke arched an eyebrow and Nico shook his head before turning around. A towel sat on the arm of the couch. Nico picked it up and handed it to Luke, who began cleaning himself up.

“Um, thanks for letting me stay.”

“You said that last night,” Luke mumbled.

“I know, but I just wanted to thank you again.” The boy cleared his throat and looked away when Luke stood up, receiving a very close view of Luke's firm ass.

The blond shrugged. “Don't worry about it.”

“The blanket was, uh, nice. And warm.”

Luke smirked and let the dirty towel drop to the floor, plopping back down next to Nico. He leaned back on the couch, letting his head rest on the back. With his foot, Luke kicked his boxers up to him before sliding them on.

“It was a gift.”

Nico blinked. “What?”

The blond sighed and turned narrowed eyes on Nico. “The blanket. It was a gift from my grandmother.”

Nico quickly nodded. “I'm guessing you got along with her?”

Luke watched Nico from the corner of his eye in silence. He let out a breath and ran his hand down his chest, wiping some of the remaining sweat off. “Yeah, she was a great woman.”

“I'm sorry,” Nico whispered.

Luke shrugged. “Don't worry about it, not like you killed her.” The blond leaned forward and picked up a cup of coffee from the coffee table, but remained hunched over when he was done drinking. “She was really good to us, but that's ancient history. It's not something you need to concern yourself with, brat.”

Nico pursed his lips. “I'd like to hear it, though.”

The blond's icy blue stare turned on Nico. “That was me saying nicely that I don't want to talk about her.” Luke's eyes pierced through Nico as the boy shifted on the couch. “You can go back to your room now.”

Nico nodded awkwardly and stood up. Luke turned the sext tape off and shifted it over to TV. Nico stared at the blond one last time before disappearing down the hall. As he was about to enter Luke's room, the bathroom door opened, revealing a nearly naked Octavian.

The blond's hair clung to his face, his blue eyes being hidden behind some of his bangs. A towel hung from his hips, one pale hand holding the fabric up. Water dripped down his torso until it reached the towel. And Octavian's icy blue gaze fell upon Nico in a blank stare.

“Good morning, Nico. I assume you slept well?”

Nico swallowed and nodded. “I suppose.”

There was a coldness in the blond's eyes as he smirked and nodded. “Good, I'm glad to hear it. I'm sure you quite enjoyed my brother's bed and hospitality.”

“We didn't do anything.”

The blond shrugged. “I would never imply such a thing, Nico.” He tapped a finger to his lips. “Oh dear, I meant to tell you something, but I seem to have forgotten of it. Silly me.”

Nico's brow furrowed. He didn't like this. It didn't take a genius to figure out Octavian was not happy about Nico's overnight stay with Luke. “I didn't ask to sleep in your brother's room. Your brother was nice enough to bring me up here.”

Blue eyes were rolled as the blond walked down to his room. Nico huffed and followed after him. “Whatever. Perhaps you shouldn't have had so much to drink. I don't see why Will couldn't have brought you up to his room.”

Nico frowned as Octavian opened the door. The slender blond had a much cleaner room than his brother. The floor was spotless, the bed was perfectly made, and his nightstand and dresser were completely organized. A single picture of Luke sat on the dresser. There was a bookshelf near the closet, filled to the brim with books. Next to it sat more books, stacked perfectly. But what caught Nico's attention the most were the stuffed animals.

A bear was on the bed, leaning against the pillows. There was a large lion in the corner, like it had come out of some carnival game. A small dog sat under the blond's TV, and to finish it off, a penguin sat on top of the bookshelf.

It was curious, Nico thought. He had been in the blond's room once before, but it was under very awkward circumstances. He had been a little preoccupied with his blushing and the fact that Travis and Octavian had been in the middle of sex. Nico had not taken the time to really look at the room.

“And why are you mad?” Nico demanded. “You're the one who offered me the wine in the first place.”

Octavian unfastened his towel, his back to Nico. “Correction, Will offered it to you first.” Much to Nico's dismay, the towel around the blond's waist hit the floor, revealing the Lost Boy's pale ass.

Nico cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on the back of Octavian's head as the blond bent over to slip on a pair of boxers. “And, like I said, Luke and I didn't do anything. Why does that even matter?”

The blond turned around with a dark look. “I could care less if my brother had sex with you. I hope he fucks you into the ground, until you're too sore to move. It's not about what he does sexually.”

“What the hell is with brothers and dating around here?”

Blue eyes were rolled in a sigh. “I am not in love with my brother, you stupid little twit. Please go take your theories about incest down the hall, to the Stolls.” Octavian turned his back on Nico again, this time heading into his closet. “Now then, please show yourself out.”

Nico flung his arms up. “What is wrong with you?” He shouted. “I get your brother, he's the tough love kind of person. But you, I just don't get you. At least your brother has people's best interests at heart when he's an asshole!”

Octavian turned his head towards Nico, fixing him with a deathly glare. “Get out of my room,” the blond growled. “Have fun in your own self-destruction, fucker.”

Nico huffed and slammed Octavian's door behind him. Luke stood in the hallway, eyebrow raised. “Problem?”

“Your brother's an asshole,” Nico mumbled as he shoved his way towards the door.

Luke just chuckled as the door to the suite was slammed. Nico sighed and headed for his room. He needed a shower, a nice long one. He slowly opened his door, poking his head inside. It was quiet. Was Percy still there? Did he sleep in the Lost Kids' rooms? Doubtful.

As far as he could remember, he had often seen Percy coming out of the Lost Kids' rooms at night. So, Jason had probably slept alone last night. Nico supposed it was the downfall of not sleeping in Percy's room. At least he could say he had slept with Percy. Jason just had emotionless sex.

Nico sighed and gathered up some clothes to change into before heading to the bathroom. He made sure to lock the door, not wanting to have any more experiences like that one time. He turned on the water and let it warm up before stepping inside the glass box.

He did need to find Percy, though. After last night, Nico felt there was some damage control that needed to be worked out. The problem was he didn't know what the issue was. Percy seemed irritated with him, but he just didn't know what he had done. It couldn't have been the alcohol, could it? Percy had offered him some before. Though, that had just been the one time. Every other time, Percy had blocked him before he had even had the chance to respond.

But that couldn't have been the problem. Percy had seemed irritated before Nico had drunk. So what was it? If this was Percy's way of getting him to back off, he could pick a nicer way to do it.

Nico sighed and turned off the water, reaching out for his towel. After drying himself off, he slipped on his underwear and headed back to his room, clothes in hand. He sat down on his bed and slipped on his pants and shirt. His brow furrowed as he stared at the clock on his nightstand.

It was still early, so Percy would probably be in his office. If not there, then probably in his room. Nico jumped off his bed and slipped his shoes on, grabbing his wallet and phone on the way out the door.

After a quick ride up one floor, Nico was greeted by some shouting. Rachel stormed around the corner, her face red. She glared when she saw Nico standing there. “Hey, Rach..el. Rachel. Hey, Rachel,” Nico said nervously.

“Stupid,” she mumbled. She shoved Nico into the wall. “I know I told you better than what I saw last night. What the hell was that?” She huffed and shoved past Nico, stopping in the door of the elevator. “Why are men so stupid?”

“I, uh-what did I do?”

Rachel turned to glare at the boy. “You were an idiot! You asked for advice, so I gave it to you. You wanted Percy, and then you do something stupid! I told you to be yourself, and what do you do? You freaking do the complete opposite of what I told you to do!”

Nico swallowed, taking a step back. “I was just trying to act like an adult,” he muttered under his breath.

Rachel actually came out of the elevator to smack Nico upside the head. “And what could possibly make you think that what you did was the solution to that?” She shouted.

Nico pursed his lips, dropping his head. Rachel narrowed her eyes at him before looking over Nico's shoulder. She huffed and turned around, storming onto the elevator. Nico blinked at her as the doors closed. What had just happened?

He turned around to see what Rachel had been staring at, only to find the person he had been looking for. Percy had his head out of the door across from his suite, an eyebrow quirked in curiosity. Nico wandered down the hall, staring at the door strangely.

He had always wondered what was behind this door. As it turned out, it was another suite, possibly the same size as Percy's. Nico stood in the doorway, next to Percy.

“Don't mind her, she just had an encounter with her father earlier.” The manager rested his arm on the doorway, just above Nico's head. “So, you were asking Rachel about me?” He grinned down at Nico.

The boy narrowed his eyes before turning back to the suite. “What's going on?”

The green-eyed young man shrugged. “Just making sure everything is in order for Gaea. She stays in here when she visits.” Percy sighed and played with some of Nico's bangs as he watched Leo direct some maids around. “As it turns out, she will be coming a little earlier than expected.”

“When is she coming?”

Percy blinked down at him. “Christmas. So, a month away.”

Nico swallowed, his face losing some color. That was quite close, and he was not sure he was ready to meet the infamous woman just yet. And that also meant that her real son, Kronos, would be here as well. And after all that Nico had heard about that young man, he knew he did not want to meet Kronos any time soon.

Percy chuckled and brushed Nico's bangs to the side. “So, what did you and Rachel talk about?”

Nico let out a breath and pressed his back against the doorway. “What's the fun in telling? Besides, surely you already know, seeing as how you know everything that happens in the hotel.”

Nico was not sure if mocking was the way to go, but Percy didn't seem irritated with him at the moment. The manager just grinned and leaned closer to the boy. “Oh? Well, if I had to guess, I'd say it was concerning my mood as of late. Possibly some advice on how to reel me in?” Nico blushed when he received a wink from Percy. Percy's thumb was brushed over his cheek. “Don't worry, Nico, you're still cute and adorable, especially when you blush.”

Nico pouted as he stared up into Percy's eyes. “But you're upset with me.”

The young man shrugged. “Why would I be upset? What's there to be upset about?” The raven haired manager tilted his head to the side. “Drinking? Will? Luke? How you've been jealous? I'm sure the possibilities are endless. However, it's none of those. Stop worrying.”

The brown-eyed boy sighed and ran a finger along a portion of Percy's dark blue shirt. “You seemed upset with me last night.” His brow furrowed as his head raised to look back at Percy's eyes. “And what do you mean none of those apply? I saw you staring at me and Will last night.”

Percy chuckled, making Nico's heart beat faster. It was like music. “You're cute.” He ran his hand through Nico's hair, humming to himself. “Why should I be jealous?” He shrugged. “I mean, you seem awfully determined to get my attention, to get me, so what do I have to be jealous about? But more importantly, why is it relevant? You're free to do as you please, as we are not in a relationship.”

Nico sighed and crossed his arms. Why did he expect anything less than complicated with Percy? “I think you like me.” Percy's smile dropped. “Maybe you just don't want to admit it.” The boy blew at his black bangs. “Jealousy can be hot, you know.”

Percy finally chuckled again. He sighed and ran his hand through Nico's hair again. “I'm sure it is, Nico. However, not everyone is the jealous type.” He poked Nico in the forehead before taking a step back. “I figured you would know that.”

“I'm sorry,” Nico whispered.

Percy's brow furrowed, his head tilting to the side. “What are you sorry about? What have you done?”

The boy groaned. “I don't know. Please just tell me.” He pursed his lips, staring down at the floor. “I hate this. I don't like you being upset with me like this. I just want to know what I did to make you mad.”

The manager sighed and slipped his arms around Nico's slim waist. “Nico, nothing is wrong. I'm not mad at you, I can promise you that.” The green-eyed young man reached up and brushed some of Nico's bangs to the side. “Stop worrying so much,” he said softly.

Nico's heart began to race as he stared up into Percy's warm sea-green eyes. They were his favorite shade of Percy's eyes, and the ones he wished he only had to see. And he really loved this, getting this attention from Percy. It was when Percy gave him this attention that he was probably at his happiest. It was like a drug, a euphoric drug.

Percy smiled down at him before winking. “You should run along,” he whispered. “You have work. I'll see you later, okay?”

Nico nodded, his head still spinning. Perhaps he really should put some thought into what Ganymede had said to him about his feelings about Percy. Whether or not he loved the manager, he did know he had strong feelings for Percy. That part was undeniable.

The youngest Lost Boy made to walk backwards, but ended up stumbling. Nico's breath hitched as he began to fall. A hand shot out and caught him, and he was brought upright to be greeted by a smiling Percy. “You know, Nico, I sometimes feel like you're a walking disaster area.”

Nico narrowed his eyes and removed Percy's hand from his slender waist. “Shut up,” Nico mumbled.

Percy chuckled and pressed his back against the wall. “What's wrong, Nico? Am I too distracting for you?”

The boy glared up at the young man before huffing and turning around. He listened to Percy's laughter as he made his way down to the elevator. Once the doors were shut, he let out a sigh. Well, perhaps things weren't as bad as he thought.

Still, Percy had seemed upset. Perhaps he just wasn't being honest with Nico? He was too hard to read most of the time, so Nico really had no way of knowing.

But maybe there was some hope for him yet?

Percy seemed to be in a better mood today, at least. But something was still wrong, Nico knew that. He just didn't know what to do. He did not even know what the problem was. Obviously it wasn't jealousy. But why would it be? Percy was right, there was nothing going on between them. And Percy could not even give Nico what he wanted, or at least he claimed that was the case. Still, Nico did not want to believe he was down and out just yet.

The elevator opened up into the bar and Nico walked out. Chiron was at the board at the front, putting up the specials. “Good morning, Nico,” he greeted the boy.

“Hey, Chiron.” Nico sighed and stood there, watching the man write.

The bartender quirked an eyebrow when he noticed Nico still standing there. “Is there something I can do for you, my boy?”

Nico pursed his lips, staring down at his feet. “I've just been thinking about some things.” He cleared his throat and looked up as the man as Chiron finished. “Anyways, I was just wondering if you could give me a little advice, since you seem good with people.”

Chiron smiled and sat down on the bench that was beside the board. “What can I do for you?”

“It's just Percy, sort of. I just need some good, clear advice. He won't even tell me what's bothering him.”

Chiron chuckled warmly and stroked his beard. “You fret as if you two are already a couple.” The bartender sighed and picked at some lint on his pants. “Percy is a mystery to all around him. I wouldn't try predicting him; you might end up in a worse situation.” Chiron continued to stroke his beard, sitting in silence for a few seconds. “I would not worry. I did speak to him last night, actually, about this exact subject.”

Nico perked up. “And?”

The man sighed. “I'm afraid that is confidential, child. Percy is...sorting through some things.” He licked his lips and furrowed his brow. “He has done an awful lot for you, you know.”

Nico tilted his head to the side. “I know, and I really appreciate it. He took me in and gave me a home, and a job to go along with it. I might not be here if it weren't for him.”

Chiron sighed again, standing up. “I don't think you quite understand things quite yet, Nico.” He smiled warmly and patted Nico's shoulder before heading back to the bar.

Nico frowned and stared after the man. What did he mean by that? Percy knew that Nico appreciated what the manager had done, right? Of course he did. Nico had told him several times that he appreciated all of this. So, what was the problem?

Ethan sat at the bar, while Will leaned against it from the other side, smiling at the Asian Lost Boy. The two seemed to be talking about something. But Ethan didn't quite have the smile on that Will did. Ethan raised his glass to his lips and took a long sip of some amber liquid.

“Isn't it a little early to drink?” Nico mumbled, walking around the bar to grab his apron.

Ethan stared at him blankly. “I don't really take drinking advice from lushes.”

Will chuckled and leaned in towards Nico. “Didn't wake up with a hangover, did you?” Nico shook his head. “Good. Sadly, Luke beat me to taking you to your room. Though, from what I hear, he didn't take you to your room.”

Nico frowned. “I'm sure he told everyone that I was in his bed.” The boy sighed. “He didn't say that we had sex, did he?”

Ethan and Will looked at each other. The blond tilted his head to the side. “Actually, it was Octavian that mentioned it. Luke has refused to say anything on the matter.”

Ethan glared as his drink was pulled from his hands by Will. The blond winked at him as he took a small drink. “You can get your own.”

Will shrugged. “You were offering plenty of things last night.”

Nico blinked. So Ethan did go for guys? He frowned and narrowed his eyes at Will. The blond had been in Ethan's room last night? Was it impossible to find someone who would be committed in this place? Was that just too much to ask for? But, then again, perhaps he needed to work something out.

And it wasn't like he wasn't somewhat involved with multiple guys. He let out a sigh as he rested his arms on the bar. Perhaps he was the one who needed to work things out. Percy was the one he wanted, but sometimes that goal seemed so far out of reach.

His dark eyes fell on Will. And the blond was right there, completely within reach. Completely obtainable. And what of Luke? Was there something there? The others seemed to think so.

Nico groaned and dropped his head on the counter, drawing the attention of Ethan and Will. “Something wrong?” Ethan mumbled, finishing off his drink.

“My life sucks,” Nico mumbled into the wooden surface his face rested on.

“What's his problem?” Silena walked around Will and Nico, picking up her own apron. “He looks upset.”

“I'm not upset.” Nico sighed and stood up to his full height. “I'm just frustrated. Why is everything so complicated here?”

Hazel hopped into the seat beside Ethan, causing the Asian to flinch and scoot slightly away from the girl. She frowned at him for a brief moment before turning to Nico. “It's just the way this place is. But don't worry, you'll get used to it.”

“If you don't, it'll just swallow you whole,” Ethan mumbled, standing to his feet. He frowned at Hazel and Silena before focusing on Will. “Again tonight?”

Will opened his mouth, but paused. He blinked and looked at Nico, his lips tilting down. “I'll...get back to you on that, yeah?”

Ethan scrunched his lips before shrugging. “Whatever.” With that, the Lost Boy tossed a wave over his shoulder and walked towards the elevator.

Will drummed his hands on the counter before turning to face Nico. “So, Nico, what are you doing after work?”

The two Lost Girls eyed them curiously, Will receiving an odd look from Nico. “I'm not really sure. Why?”

Will cleared his throat, shooting the two Lost Girls a look. They raised their eyebrows, snickering to themselves as they walked off. The blond sighed and turned back to Nico. “Anyways, I was thinking you could come over and hangout tonight?” He flashed his bright smile at Nico, leaning on the bar. “Or perhaps we could do that date?”

Nico scrunched his lips and crossed his arms. “I'm fine with hanging out; we'll see about the date. But maybe.” Will grinned, his eyes a bright shade of blue. “Still not doing anything sexual, so don't get that into your head.”

Will shrugged. “That's fine. But, like I said, no one has to know.”

Nico sighed and rolled his eyes. “I'll still pass. Have something fun planned, I guess.” He turned and headed out to deal with a few customers that were filtering in. “Oh,” he turned back to face Will, “and I'll be sleeping in my own room tonight.”

Will groaned and made a face, but let it go. Nico chuckled and headed out to deal with the customers. He was still hesitant of diving into things with the blond, especially after what Luke had said last night. He had to wonder if Will would have really tried anything. One Lost Boy said one thing, while the other said the opposite. Who was he to believe?

At Nico's first table sat a sturdily built man with neatly kept black hair, though specks of grey could be spotted in both it and his beard. His eyes were a dark grey, like the sky on a stormy day. His skin was pale, like Nico's, and could probably give the boy a run for his money. Nico noted that he was dressed nice, in an all-white suite. Oddly enough, he seemed familiar somehow.

“Good afternoon, sir. What can I get for you?” Nico greeted the man with a smile.

The man looked up from his menu. He seemed happy enough, though Nico figured the man was probably strict natured. “Yes, I would like a chicken salad and a cup of tea, if you please.” He smiled and handed Nico the menu.

Nico scribbled it down and nodded. “Would you like something else to drink with that, or will that be all?”

The man checked his watch and shook his head. “No, thank you, but I'll wait until tonight to have myself something to drink.”

Nico nodded and walked off to the bar to type in the order. Hazel smiled at him when he returned. “I see you got Mr. Boreas.”

Nico blinked and looked at the man he had just left. “That guy? You know him?”

The Lost Girl nodded. “Yeah, he comes here at least once a month. He runs a lot of travel corporations, mainly air.” She smiled and waved over at the man. “He's nice, mostly. He's friendly with all of us, but Piper claims she's overheard him get angry during phone calls.”

“So he comes to the top floor?”

The girl shrugged. “On occasion. He usually just stays on this floor. He never causes any problems, and Percy seems to enjoy his company.” Nico scrunched his lips as he typed in the order. “But, yeah, we all enjoy having him here.”

Nico chewed on his lip as he nodded along to what Hazel had said. He supposed it was good that they had friendly customers. However, it didn't seem all that important. He was just a customer, and it wasn't like he was going to come up to the Lost Boys' section.

Nico whined as he was easily lifted off the ground by Butch, as Reyna, Calypso, and Travis looked on in amusement. Butch sat him down with a chuckle, patting him on the head. “You need to put a little more meat on your bones, Nico. You practically weigh nothing.”

Nico sighed, glaring up at the muscular Lost Boy. “I like the way I look,” Nico mumbled.

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes blinking at Nico. It grew uncomfortable when he realized that even Dionysus was staring at him. The brown-eyed boy rubbed his arm nervously as he stared back at all of them. Calypso was the first to move, rising off the couch to hug him.

The Lost Boy arched a brow as he patted her on the back. “Um, what's going on?”

“Oh, Nico, you're finally becoming comfortable with yourself,” Calypso cried happily.

Nico just blinked for a moment, recalling what he had said. He liked the way he looked now. He had said that, even if he didn't realize it had come out at the time. Perhaps this place was not all bad. Bianca was happy with how healthy he had become. And, now, Nico was growing into his own skin, or so it seemed. He had to wonder how he would see himself a year from now.

“Cheers to progression!” Dionysus held out a drink, aiming it in Nico's direction. The Lost Boy stared back at the glass with a wary expression.

Reyna frowned as she turned her head around. “Is there anything you won't drink to?”

The corner of the bartender's mouth tilted up as he plopped down in his chair, his drink nearly spilling. “I'll have to get back to you on that, I do believe.”

Annabeth entered the room, quirking an eyebrow at the bartender as he downed his drink. Her grey eyes scanned over the room, taking in all of the tension that the Lost Kids radiated. “Did I miss something?”

Travis was the first to recover. He smiled and swung an arm around Nico's shoulders. “Only Nico here admitting he likes the way he looks.”

Annabeth's other eyebrow rose before a smile followed after it. She nodded her head and motioned towards the door. “Great, but we all have a job to do.”

Nico followed Butch and Travis out the door, grabbing onto the muscular Lost Boy's arm. “Hey, Butch, can I talk to you a moment?”

Butch looked down at the hand briefly before looking Nico in the eye. “Sure, man, what's up?”

The raven haired boy chewed on his lip as he glanced down. “Well, I was just wondering about your mom. I imagine being thrown into that wouldn't be easy?”

Butch tilted his head to the side. “Something bothering you?”

Nico sighed and leaned against the wall behind him. He was so used to asking about other people and their lives, but this was a little awkward for him. He had just figured Butch would be the best person to talk to about his confliction.

“I've just been thinking about my mom. I mean, I know she didn't do anything to me, but I guess I'm a little hurt by how things went when I was at home.” Butch nodded. “She just kind of let it all happen. She was quiet and probably scared of my father, I get that, but I just sort of needed someone.”

The Lost Boy sighed. “Yeah, I get what you mean. So you want to talk to her again?”

“Maybe.” Nico fidgeted with the speedo that clung to his hips. “I'm just scared that my father would find out. I just sort of wanted to see how things were going with your mother. I mean, I know that we had two completely different situations, but I was looking for...something. I don't really know what I'm looking for.”

Butch smirked and pressed his shoulder against the wall, next to Nico. “A little strained.” He nodded. “Yeah, I think strained is the best word for it. I had to take care of myself growing up, so seeing her wasn't easy. And I'm still not certain I've forgiven her.”

“Have you been seeing her?”

Butch stared off, at some of the customers that were coming up the stairs. “Yeah, I actually saw her yesterday, before I had to come in for work.” He rubbed his forehead with his palm and stood up straight. “We had a Thanksgiving lunch at a restaurant.”

Nico scratched at his arm as he trailed after the other Lost Boy. “How did that go?”

The tall Lost Boy stopped and scratched at his head with a sigh. “Strained, like I said. We weren't all that different, little man. You weren't the only one that just wanted someone to look after them.” He sighed again. “But, unlike you, I didn't have a sibling looking out for me.”

The brown-eyed boy's brow furrowed as he watched Butch walk away. Had that really helped? He supposed, but he had been hoping for something better. He missed his mother, at times. It would just be nice to see her, just without his father. Nico had no desire to see that man again.

“What are you thinking about?”

Nico jumped at the sound of Percy's voice in his ear. “Fucking hell, Percy! You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

The green-eyed young man smiled. “Sorry. I would hate for that to happen.” His finger trailed underneath Nico's chin. “You are quite entertaining to have around.”

“I'm sure. Do you always have to sneak up on people?”

Percy shrugged. “Just you. So, what has you all mopey tonight?” A hand slid behind Nico, around his waist, and led him forward.

The boy pouted up at the taller male. “I am not pouting.” Percy smirked at him. “Shut up.” He huffed and crossed his arms. “What has you in such a good mood today, anyways?”

Percy shrugged. “Just taking some stress off my shoulders.” The young man removed his arm, but Nico kept walking with him. “You're avoiding my question.”

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

Nico sighed. “My mother. I was thinking about contacting her.”

Percy's eyes turned darker, barely noticeable. But, Nico had become very familiar with Percy's eyes by this point. “Is that so?” The manager let out a breath as he sat down at his booth. “Well, do what you want. I'm sure you know what's best.”

Nico searched Percy's eyes for a few seconds. Something felt wrong again. Percy was smiling, but there was a sense of tension between the two of them. “I, uh, am going to think on it. I just don't want my father finding out where I am.”

Percy just smiled up at the Lost Boy. “Let me know how that works out for you.” He leaned back and rested his arms on the booth. “Anyways, it looks like you can be my waiter tonight, since you're already here.”

Nico blinked, his eyes darting back and forth. For some reason, work had slipped his mind for a few seconds. “Oh, um, I guess I can.” He pulled out a pad and pen from the lining of his speedo. “What can I get for you?”

A tan hand slid through its owner's hair. “Just some coffee, for now.”

Nico nodded and walked off. Even though he had gotten Percy's table, he couldn't really feel happy about it. Something about the manager still tugged at the back of his mind. Was something bothering Percy? The manager had claimed to have dealt with a problem, though. What had it been?

“Welcome back, Nico,” Dionysus greeted him as he walked through the door. “What can I get for you?”

Nico eyed the man as he stood in front of their coffee machine. “I just need some coffee.”

Dionysus smiled and sat back down in his chair. “So, that was quite a dinner last night, wasn't it?” His smile widened. “I believe it was one of our more...eventful dinners.”

Nico frowned as he poured the coffee. “I know what you're getting at. Don't speak to me like I'm stupid.”

“Oh, of course not, Nico. How could anyone ever think such a thing of you. You are very intelligent, I'm sure.”

Nico sighed and sat the coffee back in its place. “Is there something you want?”

Dionysus grunted. “I see you're becoming like the others.” His smile returned as he rested his head against the wall. “That's good. I'm sure they will be much more accepting of you.”

Nico sighed, tossing the bartender a final look before going back out the door. His shoulders relaxed the second the door swung shut behind him. Ever since his revelation about Dionysus he just did not want to be around the man.

And he still did not have the answers to some of things the man had said to him the other night.

Why did Percy keep him around? The bartender just felt like a problem, especially for the Lost Kids. Not to mention that Dionysus seemed to have a grievance with Percy.

He returned to Percy's table, plastering a smile on his face. He really did not want Percy knowing something else was bothering him. This subject was not one that Nico was ready to have with the manager.

Even so, Percy eyed him carefully for a moment. “Everything all right?”

Nico gave a quick nod. “Will that be all for now?”

Percy scrunched his lips as he sipped on his coffee, still eyeing Nico. “I suppose.”

Nico nodded again. “Possibly alcohol?”

A sigh escaped the manager's lips. “I don't always need alcohol, Nico.” He cracked his neck and met the Lost Boy's eyes again. “If you're going to start drinking, I do hope you keep my rules in mind. I really would like you to find something other than alcohol as a means for coping.”

The brown-eyed pursed his lips, his eyes faltering from Percy's. “I'm not going to start,” he whispered. Percy quirked a brow. “It was just one time. Have a little faith in me. I was just a little curious.”

Percy exhaled. He stretched before leaning back in his seat. “Perhaps if I had a little more grounds to give you some faith, I wouldn't have to worry. But that is good to hear.” His lip twitched, tilting up. “I would hate to have to send you off to Alcoholics Anonymous.”

Nico narrowed his eyes, huffing at the grinning manager. “Jerk. It wasn't that good. I have no desire to start drinking.”

Percy raised an eyebrow at him. “We'll see. Besides, you had wine. Wine is an acquired taste. I figure you for a liquor kind of guy.”

The boy shrugged. “I suppose we'll never find out.”

“We'll see. After all, it is your decision, and I have the utmost faith that you know what's best for you.”

Nico shivered under Percy's intense gaze. Something told him this was another one of Percy's hidden messages. Why did he have so little faith in Nico? Nico had never done anything harmful or even drank before last night. So, what was Percy getting at?

Nico's attention was pulled away when Gwen Stefani's “What You Waiting For” came on. Two spotlights turned on, focusing on Jason. Nico let out a heavy sigh as his roommate stood there in an open shirt and nearly see through pants. As the beat of the song finally began, the strobe lights began to flash, beginning the blond's routine. Jason moved and swung his body to the beat, seeming to pause every other second.

The blond's hips were thrust a lot, while his hands worked their magic in removing the loose shirt. As soon as the fabric hit the ground, Jason moved his hands up to ruffle his hair. The newest Lost Boy winked and smirked at the audience, thrusting his hips forward.

With a sway of his hips, Jason spun around on his right foot. With his back to the audience, he reached down and ripped the pants from his body, earning many loud cheers. Nico felt his jaw lock as his roommate bit down on his lip and slid his hand down his chest before moving it down to his crotch.

For some reason, Nico found it odd to see Jason smiling so much. Perhaps it was because he rarely saw the blond smile when they were off the clock. But, as Jason kept thrusting his hips and moving his body, the smile never faltered, not even when some customers moved in to slip some bills into the blond's black speedo.

Nico huffed to himself as he looked around at the customers. They all seemed to be enjoying the performance. Why couldn't Jason mess up? Even if the blond had done this before, it wasn't fair that he could just come in and fit in almost perfectly. And that wasn't even counting how popular he seemed to be with the crowd. And Nico didn't even want to think about how close Jason and Percy were becoming. No, things were definitely not good for Nico at the moment.

A few hours later, Nico collapsed on the couch in the bar room. Thankfully, Dionysus was busy making drinks, so he, hopefully, would not bother Nico during his break. Annabeth sat in the chair next to the couch, skimming through a small book.

“So, how did your talk with Rachel go?”

Nico groaned as he fell on his side. “She was not in a good mood today.”

Annabeth gave a nod as she sat the book down. “So I hear. The good news is that her father checked out today, so she should cool off by tomorrow.”

“She didn't really have much advice for me, though. She said she would think on it.”

The blonde sighed and scrunched her lips. “I suppose that is good for you. Perhaps she can work something out for you.”

“Maybe,” Nico mumbled. “Hopefully, it won't be too late. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but I just seem to be making things worse with Percy.” The Lost Boy sighed and rolled onto his back, where he stared at the ceiling.

Annabeth tapped a manicured nail to her lips. “Maybe Percy just needs to see that you're serious about this thing you have for him.” Grey eyes met with brown as the girl ran a hand through her hair. “The playing field is already unbalanced, and not in your favor.”

The boy sat up and frowned at the blonde. “Suggestions? I'll try anything.”

Annabeth's tongue ran out over her lips before she lightly bit on them. “Perhaps you should think outside of the box. You've tried a lot already, and it hasn't really seemed to get you anywhere. You just need to be more creative.” She eyed Nico for a moment. “You are serious about this, aren't you?”

Nico swallowed and nodded. “Yes, of course. I really want him. I just don't know how to get him to see that I'm being serious with all of this.”

The blonde Lost Girl sighed and stood up. She reached over and patted Nico's knee, giving him a small smile. “I'm sure you'll figure something out. Perhaps the answer is right in front of you, and you just haven't realized it yet.” With another sigh, she headed for her door, where she turned and gave Nico another look. “If you need anything, always feel free to drop by my room.”

Nico nodded. Annabeth nodded back and left the room. Nico let his head fall back, letting out a quiet breath. Why did it always seem like new problems were waiting to slam into him? Could he not just catch a break and live in a stressless environment?

It seemed liked like he just could not catch a break. Was it like this for the others? Perhaps that was why they were so jaded. Surely, the hotel's environment had not helped their already worldly personalities.

As Nico stood up, the door swung open and Zoë slipped inside. She was silent, barely making a noise, as she walked across the floor. The dark haired girl reached into the fridge and procured a bottle of water from within. Dark eyes fell upon Nico as the Lost Girl sat down next to where Nico was standing.

“Hey, Zoë.”

“Nico,” she replied with a nod. “How is your night?”

The boy shrugged. “Could be better, but no real complaints.”

Zoë's dark eyes studied Nico's face as she took a swig of her water. “Perhaps you should learn to adjust to things around here better. If not, you could end up in another bad situation.”

Nico frowned as he stared down at her. He took two steps backwards, wrapping his arms around himself. “What is that supposed to mean?”

The girl just looked down, her eyes emotionless. “Just that the prey doesn't always know when it's being hunted.”

Nico's brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to press the issue further, but the girl just closed her eyes and leaned her head back. The Lost Boy frowned before letting out a breath. He supposed he really could not catch a break.

Nico shook his head and pushed out of the door. He was ready for the night to be over with. When was Jason going to get a similar welcome that he had gotten? He was truly beginning to think that they weren't going to do anything to the blond. Were the Lost Kids just targeting him? They were so confusing at times.

As the night trailed on, Nico found himself refusing to look at the stage. He did not want to see another one of Jason's performances. He supposed it was only natural that the blond be good at performing, considering he had already been doing this sort of thing. But did the crowd have to love him so much?

The blond did not seem this extroverted when it was just him and Nico. What was going on with his roommate? The other Lost Kids had claimed that Nico was on a pedestal when he arrived? Well, what did they call this? Where were the blond's flaws? Percy seemed to give him special attention and time, so why didn't the Lost Kids get upset about that?

Was this more torture for Nico?

By now, it really would not surprise Nico. He had learned long ago that the Lost Kids could be quite spiteful.

At the end of the night, Nico boarded the elevator alone. Percy hadn't even spoken to him before leaving. Not only that, the manager had barely spared him a glance. Whatever was going on, it was still bothering Percy. He just wished he knew what he had done.

He stopped at the door to his suite, chancing a glance down to Will's suite. The door was closed, but he doubted the blond was asleep. Letting out a sigh, Nico made his way down the hall, stopping in front of Will and Apollo's room. Nico quickly knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, the door swung open and Apollo poked his head out. The blond had one eye closed as he toweled his wet hair off. “What can I do for you, Nico?”

Nico's eyes unconsciously drifted down. A loose, white shirt covered Apollo's torso, while track pants hid his legs from prying eyes. Brown eyes returned to the Adonis's face, who was now smirking. “Um, Will asked me to stop by.”

Apollo nodded and stepped aside, opening the door the rest of the way. Nico slid in and Apollo shut the door. The curly haired blond motioned towards the hall, so Nico headed that way.

He found Will's door open, the blond standing in front of his bed. Nico licked his lips as he took in the blond's bare back. Will stretched, only giving Nico a better view. The raven haired boy bit down on his lip as the blond rolled his shoulders, releasing a moan.

Nico finally knocked on the open door. Will turned around, stretching an arm over his head. “Hey,” he said quietly. A bright smile spread out across the blond's face. “I see you decided to drop by.”

Nico's mind went a little hazy as the blue-eyed boy moved closer. Will smirked and ran a hand to the back of Nico's neck. Nico swallowed. “So, what are we doing?”

Will chuckled, leaning closer. “How about some video games?”

Nico released a breath, the sexual tension seeming to ease between them for the time being. Will smiled and walked out the door, hitting the top of the doorframe as he went through. Apollo had splayed himself out on the couch when they entered the living room, a slim book being held above his face.

The curly haired blond tilted his head back to look at them. “You decided to include me in your sexual deviancy?” The blond smirked.

Will rolled his eyes, while Nico narrowed his own. Will winked as he shoved his roommate's legs back and sat down. “Don't hold your breath.”

Apollo chuckled as Nico sat down on the floor, his back pressed against the couch. “I keep forgetting, you don't like to share.”

Nico's brow furrowed, turning to look up at Will. “You don't have threesomes, or anything?”

Will shrugged, turning on his console. “Occasionally, but it's sort of rare.” The blond let out a heavy breath as he started the game. “Long story.”

The raven haired boy bit down on his lip, his head turning slight to look at Apollo. The curly haired blond's eyes flickered over to his. For a brief second, Nico received a look, clearly telling him to drop the issue. What had happened to Will? Had it been in the orphanage?

Apollo went back to his book, while Will let Halo 4 sit on the title screen. “So, multiplayer or co-op?”

Nico narrowed his eyes at the blond jock. “I will not submit myself to your enjoyment of destroying me at this game.”

Will smiled, sticking his tongue out playfully. “Fine, co-op it is. Don't worry, Nico, I'll protect you,” he said with a wink.

Apollo sighed, opening his book back up. “Why don't you two just have sex already? I swear, I'm not sure who has the most sexual tension with you, Nico. Will, Luke, or Percy?”

Nico blew out a breath as the game loaded. Will shot his roommate a dirty look. “Well, I think Will is the only one that is willing to make a move, at the moment,” Nico replied.

The curly haired blond snorted. “Please. All you have to do is bat your eyes, and I'm sure Luke would cave. As for Percy, I'm sure it wouldn't take much convincing on his part.”

Nico frowned as he followed Will through the large spaceship that they were on. Percy had referred to him as a temptation before. Perhaps there was some truth to what the manager had said? Would Percy do it, if Nico actually asked him? What about the agreement?

If Nico had sex, with anyone, he was bound to end up like the others. Was Percy worth all of that? Would Percy keep his end of the agreement? After all, it was the others that said that Percy treated him differently. What if Percy didn't make Nico prostitute himself?

He could have Percy and remain where he was at. What was the downside to that?

Nico blinked as he was tugged to his right, being placed between Will's legs. The blond rested his chin on Nico's head, while his arms came around to play his controller in front of Nico. “Don't get too distracted, Nico. I don't need you dying on me.”

Nico was about to reply, when one of Will's hands let go of his controller and rubbed Nico's chest. Nico felt his face heat up as the blond's hand slid under the collar of his shirt. The raven haired boy cleared his throat and focused on the game. Will chuckled and removed his hand, following after Nico in the game.

“So, tell me about Gaea. She's going to be here in a month, and she feels sort of like an enigma to me.”

Apollo sat down his book. “She's supposed to be that way. She's nice, don't get me wrong, but I'd stay out of her way. You'll love her, though, don't worry.”

“We're probably her favorite set of Lost Kids,” Will added.

“Well, that might be because we make her the most money.” The curly haired blond slid one of his legs into Will's lap. “Anyways, the only issue you'll need to worry about is with Percy. Percy would do anything for Gaea, and I do mean anything.”

Nico blinked. “Like...have sex?”

The two blonds laughed, Will ruffling his hair. “No, not like that. But, Percy is fiercely loyal to Gaea, never forget that,” Will chuckled. The short haired blond's smile faltered, and Nico heard him swallow above him. “Kronos is the one you'll want to watch out for during their visit.”

Nico frowned at the TV. “I've heard a few things about him, none of them good.”

“Because there's nothing good to say about him,” Apollo mumbled. “But Percy loves him, so I wouldn't try badmouthing Kronos in front of Percy.” The curly haired blond sighed, sitting up. “I just shudder to think about what work will be like when he takes over for his mother.”

Will frowned and began running his fingers through Nico's hair. “Hopefully, that won't be anytime soon. Kronos doesn't deserve to take over the hotel chain. Percy would do so much better if he had that position. Things would become so much better, for everyone.”

Apollo shrugged, standing up. “Too bad Kronos is Gaea's actual son. I think that's part of why Hazel is saving up her money. I don't think she wants to work here anymore if Kronos takes over for his mother.” The blond yawned and stretched. “Well, I'm going to get some sleep. You two keep it down, unless you want me to join.”

Nico rolled his eyes as Apollo left the room. Will grinned and paused the game, yanking Nico up into his lap. Nico sighed. “I never agreed to have sex.”

“Who said anything about sex?” Will grinned and leaned in, pressing several kisses to Nico's neck. “But I would be willing to do that, if you wanted.”

Nico frowned and pushed Will back. “I don't know.”

Will tilted his head to the side. “I promise I won't say anything. Just think about it, I am willing to do this with you, with no repercussions on your part. No one has to know.” Will slid his hand up the back of Nico's shirt. “Percy isn't going to give you what you want, I can.”

Brown clashed with blue as Nico stared at Will. Was he being serious? He seemed earnest in what he had just said. Still, Nico was scared. But, then again, he had just been considering sex with Percy, knowing the risk with that.

The brown-eyed boy cleared his throat and climbed out of Will's lap, standing to his feet. Will frowned up at him, looking like a kicked puppy. “I just need some more time to think,” Nico whispered. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I do have some feelings for you, I will admit that. I just...don't really know what I should do at the moment. I don't want to lead anyone on.”

Will continued to stare up at him, his face riddled with sadness. “It's okay,” he sighed. “I just don't want you to get hurt, and I know you will, if you go after Percy. Hell, Luke would probably hurt you as well.”

Nico rubbed his arm. “I don't think he would.”

“You're screwing with Luke's head. I don't see that ending well for either of you.”

Nico began backing towards the door. “I, um, think I should go. I'll see you tomorrow, though, yeah?”

Will sighed and stood up. “Yeah,” he nodded. He followed Nico over to the door and held it open, while Nico stood in the doorway. Nico looked up at him and received a quick peck on the lips. “Just think about it, okay?”

Nico stood there for a moment before nodding. He cleared his throat and walked away, the door closing behind him.

His suite was quiet when he arrived. As Nico stood in the entryway, he finally realized how exhausted he felt. Today had been very taxing, in every possible sense. Was this ever going to get easy for him? Perhaps he should take Octavian up on that offer.

Nico opened his door with a sigh before closing it and falling onto his bed. He let out a groan as he rolled onto his back. Why did this place have to be so frustrating? He just wanted a little happiness and peace. Was that so much to ask for?

Nico pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts. He stopped on the desired name and opened a text message. Typing quickly, Nico sent his text, asking if they wanted to spend some time with him. He dropped the phone on his stomach, staring up at the ceiling as he waited.

 About thirty seconds later, his phone went off. He blinked and picked it up, staring at the screen. A smile crept onto his face as he looked at the simple reply: sure.