Bedtime Struggles

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what a lovely night

waring : food mentioned, kissing

Ship : intruanalogical (Virgil,Logan and Remus)

To almost everyone in logan’s class he’s just the nerd in the back.

But when the new student from Itay called Virgil came in and sat beside him like they knew him, people started to spread rumours. 

The rumours went away the second Virgil picked their first fight, with Logan’s bully of cousre. He had been teassing Logan about their rumoured relationship. 

Everyone expected for Virgil to just willingly go to the office, but what happend was far from it. 

Virgil cussed out the vice principal and pulled Logan away by his upper arm, but Logan didn’t resist he went with Virgil without complaint 

The next day Logan came in alone, truns out Virgil was suspended for a week.

when they came back a week later, they sat down like nothing happend no one spreads rumours about them anymore. 

Untill Remus showed up and tried to teasse Logan infront of Virgil. That was Remus’s first mistake. 

Virgil picked over a 1000 fights with Remus therefor they all 3 end up in detention together, and slowly they become “friends”.’

Now let me show you a typical day for them now 

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Logan closes his locker and turns to Remus “Have you seen V? Their class ended 10 minutes ago” He says worryingly 

“clam down Lo, they probably just got pulled aside like aways” Remus says putting a hand on Logan’s shounder. 

The bell rang again and Remus was right, Virgil walks out books in hand, “Sorry for the wait, miss jackson pulled me aside again”  Virgil mumbles opening their locker and putting their books in. 

“Again what’d you do this time?” Logan questions  “i corrected her in front of the class” Virgil laughs 

“Jesus V you get in more touble then the nerd” 

“of course i do Mi amor, i’m the shcool rookie, the controversial foreign exchange student” Virgil jokes

 “stop being silly you two, we have a moive to see in” Logan checks his watch “20 minutes or so. So go home and drop off your bags” Logan says walking off

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Remus throws his soda in the trash “well that was disappointing” Logan says sipping his soda, “Yeah” Remus and Virgil says in unison 

“Virgil didn’t you say that there is a carnival downtown?” Remus asks taking Virgil’s and Logan’s hands 

“there is”  Virgil anwers “Wanna go?” Logan ask squeezing Virgil's hand 

“Sure i didn’t see why not”  

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Virgil holds on to the octopus plushie Logan had won. While Remus and Logan went on the ferris wheel. 

They both loved the ferris wheel, Virgil doesn’t like the fact that it stops so much so they passed 

Virgil likes the experience just not the rides. The ride ends, Remus and Logan come out. 

Virgil gave Logan his octopus plushie back, he hugs it to his chest 

‘god he’s cute’  They both stare at Logan in awe 

the dark green octopus plushie stands out like a sore thumb against his blue button up “V?” Logan asks lovingly 

“Yeah?” Virgil questions “you good?” Remus asks taking Virgil’s hand, “yeah i just spaced out why?”  V asks taking Logan’s hand 

“you just looked out of it i guess” Logan mumbles leading his head on Virgil’s shoulder  

“your really cute right now Lo” Virgil says squeezing Logan’s hand, Logan blushs as they all begin walk. “What next?” Remus asks practically buzzing with excitement

 ”fun house maybe” Logan says sleeply “i’m getting a little tried can we head home after” 

“of course lovebug” Remus says settling into a calm walking pace, they others follow suit.

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As the car comes to a stops Logan looks over at Virgil “See you at shcool”  Virgil says kissing Logans forehead.

Remus leads forward “see ya” Virgil mumbles kissing Remus on his forehead

Virgil gets out of the car and waves as they walk to they door 

Logan drove Remus home, and went home. The octopus phushie still in his lap 

That sure was a lovely night

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Good morning Lo

"Morning Lo, How'd you sleep" Virgil ask knowing that Logan didn't really sleep, "Aright I guess, why?" Logan answers without thinking "Well just because you don't come to bed last night" Logan realizes that 'oh fuck Virgil and I were suppose to talk about something important to him last night when I fell asleep at my desk' Logan's heart sinks seeing how Virgil is looking at him "Logan you okay? 'Virgil looks sad, as he speaks "Oh yes of course" Logan looks down at his feet, he is still wearing his clothes from yesterday, Virgil backs Logan in to a corner "Logan, Really I'm not mad" Virgil throws his arm on wall by Logan "are you sure V?" Logan mutters with a hand over his mouth "Of course not"

Virgil being a bit taller than Logan, picks him up bridal style. Logan go's red as Virgil kisses his forehead. "Logan sunshine, I ned you to listen now okay" Virgil says seriously. Logan nods with a worried look. Virgil starts walking to their bedroom, and continues talking "Logan you rember that I wanted to talk to you about something important to me last night?" Virgil asks sadly, "Yeah?....." Logan mutters looking away to hide his bight red face.

Virgil sits Logan down on their bed and undresses him, he puts him in a T-shirt. They both laid down, and Virgil holds him close to his chest

"This was what it was about, I worried about you sunshine..... Please let me help"

"I need you to tell me when something is wrong or if something is stressing you out, Okay?"

"I'l try.... I'l try"

Undercover work gone wrong.

Spencer had never been a disobedient agent. Followed almost every order he'd been given, so when Aaron was told he and Spencer were going undercover as a troublesome couple in a kink club and that Spencer was supposed to be a bratty submissive. It just didn't sit right. Until they got there, then Aaron had to fight to ugre to yank on the younger man's hair every five seconds and tell him to behave.

As Aaron pulls him along to a booth Spencer struggleds and whines playfully. Aaron fights the ugre to smack him, god Spencer's infuriating. Aaron pulls the man down on his lap, yanking his head down to Aaron's mouth by the roots of his hair. "You are just begging for some disciples aren't you?" Aaron growls in his ear, making Spencer pout and turn around to face him. Spencer looks down at his boss with big puppy eyes. Play into it Aaron, this is just pretend. Aaron gives me a stern look, it doesn't deter the young agent.

Spencer shifts on his lap, tugging on Aaron's collar. "Oh come on Sir, i'm not begging...yet" That pushes Aaron over the edge. He doesn't even think about it, just rears his hand back and gives Spencer's behind a good smack. "Ouf!" Spencer yelps in surprise and jerks at the pain. The pout on his face grows real. "That hurt" Spencer complains, laying his head down in the crook of Aaron's neck. Aaron sighs and wraps his arms around him. "Sorry" he whispers to the distressed man. Spencer leans close to his ear, his breath sending a shiver down Aaron's spine. "Does that mean i'm doing good?"

Aaron's blindsided. Spencer's not disstressed at all, he's fine. Spencer's not even a tiny bit worked op? All Aaron wants to do it smack him again. "Yes" He hears himself say to Spencer. "You're really, doing good"

Spencer smiles with pride, a naughty, bratty smile before dashing by form the booth and making a run for it. For the second time tonight. Aaron huffs and gets op, not bothering to shout this time, simply walking away him, he'll tired out eventually and Aaron can grab him and scold him. Maybe give him another smack. Hell maybe he really should take him to the spanking room. Spencer's slows as he turns down a hallway, Aaron grabs his wrist and in one swift move. without much thought. Throws the agent over his shoulder, despite Spencer's lusty protests, and gives his bottom a quick smack. "Hey!" Spencer yelps, in still a hell of a bratty tone.

Aaron sits the bratty Spencer down on a wooden chair. "You are digging yourself into a hole you can only get out of with a spoon, so you'll either fix your attitude or get spanked" Aaron doesn't realise just how serious he sounds, he sounds mad, and like he's actually going to spank Spencer. Aaron isn't going on. At least he shouldn't. Spencer's eyes grow wide and the pout disappears, replaced by a wobbly lip. When the first tear falls, Aaron knows he's hit something far too personal. it sends his caregiver instincts into overdrive.

Scooping Spencer op in his arms he's already shushing him and rubing his back, hoping to soothe him. "Shhh, it's alright baby, it's alright, i'm sorry" Aaron rubs his back soothingly and Spencer's tears keep coming. Aaron wants to break character so badly, to ask if Spencer is really upset, to ask what he did to upset him, and if Aaron can fix it or if they need to call it off.

Aaron pats Spencer's back and gently bounces him, it's more instinct then logic. Aaron's use to bouncing a crying baby, not a cry 25 year old. "You wanna go home Baby?" Spencer nods and Aaron calls it right then and there. They're done. It's over. Aaron doesn't even set Spencer down before they get outside of the building. Spencer's still in tears and Aaron feels like he's tried everything.

"I'm sorry baby" Aaron says softly as he sets him down on his feet. Spencer sniffles and wipes his eyes, Aaron isn't use if he's still acting as Spencer tucks himself into Aaron's chest. He takes him into his arms, rubbing his back as they wait for the back-up car to come. "I didn't mean to hurt you" Aaron says softly, Spencer's arms tighen around his middle. "It's okay..." Spencer's voice is weak. He's actually feeling hurt, okay. It's not fake. Aaron holds his colleague close, more friend then colleague. "What happend Honey?" He asks, continuning to gently rub his back, hoping to calm down the younger man. Spencer sniffles and the words pour out like a waterfall.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry i was really trying to do it right but then i just got really scared all when you got so mad and it just made me feel all childlike and small and bad and and and...."

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay, breath. I'm not mad. I'm not gonna hurt you Honey" Aaron pats his back, rocking him from side to side gently. Aaron takes him through a breathing exercise and Spencer calms down enough to stop crying. When the car finally comes they pile into the backseat, Aaron sits in the middle to be close to the still vulnerable man.

Spencer tucks himself into Aaron and he takes him into his arms. "It's okay, i promise. We'll get you home"

"Don't leave me alone" Spencer whispers into his skin. Aaron's response is not thought over, it doesn't matter. "I won't, I'll come with you" Spencer relaxes into Aaron.

As they come to Spencer's apartment, Aaron follows him inside. It's a comfy, cozy place for sure. Spencer tosses his shoes on the floor and Aaron straightens them by the door before taking off his own. Spencer clings to Aaron, and he picks him op. Which only makes Spencer cling closer, Aaron doesn't mind. It's nice to comfort him. To get to comfort him. "I got you" Aaron reasures him, gently rubbing his back.

Aaron tucks him into bed, about to head for the couch when Spencer whines and reaches for him. He chuckles, but gives in. Climbing into bed with Spencer, the younger man snuggles op to him.

Aaron sighs contently as Spencer snuggles op onto of him.

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A gift

I up the scissors down the light blue ribbon. I let go and it curls up just the way I wanted it to. I've wrapped the box in a white wrapping paper. It's the first birthday gift I've gotten him, It's so nerve-wracking. Will he like it? Will he find it tacky? Would he ever even wear it? Will he give it back to me? Will he understand what I wanted it to mean? I'm rambling again, aren't I? I lay down the scissors and take a deep breathe. He'll like it. He has to. I got him a hoodie, but not just an old camp hoodie. I had brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie. I cut them down the middle, and sewed one of each hoodie together. I made it as invisible as possible. I think it's okay. I also sewed the rest of it together, but I'm keeping that one. Because it's means a lot to me to, to know that I two homes, one here and one there. It's wonderful. I exhale, It'll be okay. He'll like it. there's a knock on my door and shove the box under my bed. "Come in!" I yell, walking to my dresser to look busy. The door opens, but I don't look, roaming through my clothes. "Hello Nicholas" A joking voice says. Jason. "Still not my name" I chuckle. The door clicks closed. And I shut the upper draw, let's hope he didn't see mine. I'd forgotten that I put it in my dresser. "I know" A small wind rustles through my cabin. He's happy, good. Let's hope I don't ruin it. I turn around, looking at him. "So how's my birthday boy?" I tease as he places his hands on my hips. I'm caught a little off guard and he presses his warm lips to mine. Though I quickly settle into the familiar feeling. He backs me into the dresser. My feet slip from the floor with ease and he places me atop the dresser, that is for once not messy. I let my hands rest down his hips, fingers grazing his lower back. I reach down, giving him a light tap on the butt. Light enough that he'll whine about not feeling it. I slip my hand into his back pocket.

He pulls back. Breathing a bit heavily. "Better now" He mutters. "Can more of this be my gift?" He asks, whiney boy. "But then you won't get my real gift" I say playfully. Jason sighs, he's standing right against the dresser. "Wait, you got me a gift?" His shoulders go slack. He looks really confused. Was I not suppose to get him something. "Yeah" I say, suddenly feeling very awkward sitting the dresser. I should get down. I go to move but Jason holds me fast. "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously" Blood rushes to my face, I shouldn't have gotten him anything. My legs are shaky. My chest's tight. "You didn't have to do that" Jason mumbles, losing eye contact. His cheeks turn a light pink. I swing my legs over the side and slip back down. "Well I did, so here" I grab the box from under my bed and practically shoves it into his hands. He fumbles with it, almost dropping it. "Huh" He chuckles. "Thank you" He says, he hasn't even tried to open it. "Well, come on. Open it" I rush out. I hope he likes it, he has to like it. Please like it. "Okay okay" He murmurs. He gently pulls the ribbons lose, undoing it with such care. I lean on my arm on my nightstand, trying to look casual. Like, I'm not freaking out, I'm totally fine. He rips at the white paper gently, it's almost like he's never gotten a gift before. Jason sets the ribbon and paper down on my dresser, looking at the box. He looks up at me, confused. Gods, he clearly hasn't gotten a gift In years. "You, got me a box?" He asks. Weirdly enough, he doesn't sound disappointed, just confused. "No" I laugh, pushing himself op from the nightstand. I grab the scissors and slice open the tape. "It's in the box" I explain. "Oh" He laughs, and opens the box. For a couple of terrifying seconds. He doesn't react. He hates it, he can't stand it, he'll throw it out. Then his face lights up, he's grinning. He pulls the hoodie out, setting the box aside. He feels the soft fabric, then along the part where the shirts meet.

"Nico, it's, gods it's" He looks op at me, eyes so bright with joy. "It's perfect, I love it" He exclaims. "Thank you thank you thank!" Even though it's almost summer he slips the hoodie on. He crashes into me, wrapping me op in a bone crushing hug. "You're welcome" I mumble. I pat his back, a, hey let me go. He gives me one last squeeze before he let's go. "Where the hell did you even get this?" He asks. I reply without thinking. "At the camp stores" "You can get at the camp store?" He asks, snuggling his face into fabric. "Half of it yeah" I say. He cocks his head to the side. "Explain" He says, sticking his hands in the pocket. That was such a pain to sew. I chuckle "Well, I brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie, and then I cut them in half, and then I sewed together. And there you go, new hoodie. I did that, because I know you have a hard time choosing between your camp half hoodie and your camp Jupiter hoodie, and also, it's like, because they're both your home in different ways." I explain, leaning my elbow on the dresser. Jason sniffles, and I glance op in a panic. "Nico, honey. Thank you, so much" He's getting a little teary eyed. "I love it, I love it so much" He wraps me op in another hug, lifting me off my feet by accident. "Hey, it's okay" I rub my hand op by his back. "it's okay" I whisper. He chuckles, pulling back. "What you do with the rest?" He sniffles. I cringe a little. "Well, I didn't wanna throw it out, so I did the same with them" I say, rubbing the back of my neck. "Do you have it?" He asks. "Yeah, you can have that one too if you wa-" "No" He chuckles. "No I don't want it, does it fit you?" I stop halfway through looking for the hoodie. "It fits like your clothes fit me" "Great, put it one, we'll have matching clothes" He almost giggles. I grab it out and slip it over my head. I smile at my happy boyfriend. He caresses my cheek. Leaning in for a kiss. It's short and sweet.

"That's better"

Distraction

I wake up to heavy rain crashing down outside. I smile happily to myself, I've been waiting to have another rainy day with Nico. But my plans go out the window as a lightning strike strikes down just outside. Oh well, it'll still be a rainy day. I drag my heavy body up and out of bed. Nico physically can not leave his cabin when it's thundering. So I pull on what have become my cuddle clothes, soft sweatpants, an old soft Camp Jupiter shirt and a newer camp Jupiter hoodie. I slip on my shoes but bothering to find socks. I'll be walking to the Hades cabin and not anywhere else if I can help it. With the thunder, I can't bring an umbrella. So, I have to walk in the rain. Nico won't mind through, as long as I'm not soaked to the bone. I walk out the door and onto the porch. I breath in the sweet smell of rain. It's rather foggy out and I can't see the Hades cabin anymore. I shrug and get out into the rain, starting my walk to the Hades cabin. As much as I'd like to slowly walk through the rain and soak into the feeling, Nico won't cuddle me if I'm soak through. He might be able to borrow my clothes when he's wet, I don't fit into his clothes. So, I rush to get there, both to not get too wet and get to Nico who's probably starting to get a little scared as the thunder has started to pick up. Or he's debating coming to get me. Probably not though. My guess is that he's laying curled in on himself, feeling ready to die. I get to door, but I don't bother knocking, it'll only be another sound that'll startle him.

I slip through the door that I've barely opened, I'd rather not get rain in. Nico's sitting upright in bed, jumping at every noise. "Hey" I say, yawning. I pull off my wet hoodie and toss it by the window to dry when the sun comes out. "Hi" He whispers. Oh, that bad already. I run my hand through my hair, getting the rain to settle into it. I can hear the thunder a lot clear here. I make my way to him, sitting down next to him on his bed. "Come on, we both know you need a hug" In seconds he throws himself over me and leans his head over my shoulder. I wrap my arms around my middle. "You'll be okay, I'm here" I murmur. Nico reaches his arms up and tightly holds onto my shoulders. There’s another loud bang just outside the window. Nico jumps at the sudden noise. His nails dig into the fabric of my shirt, and I squeeze him tightly. "You're okay baby" I muse, slipping a finger under his shirt to distract him. I gently slide my finger op the curve of his back. "Do you want me to distract you?" I ask. "Please" He murmurs into my neck. "Mhm, what do you need?" "Just, anything" He pleads. "Okay" I whisper, shifting him in my lap. Hands resting on his hips. I shift us both down so I'm laying on my back with him sitting above my hips.

He's also dressed in cuddle clothes, his black camp shirt and soft sweats. I tug at the waistband of the grey sweats. A cue. He moves down, getting on his hands and knees above me. I reach op, grabbing his collar. Another cue. He gets down on his elbows, his face only a couple of inches away from mine. "Mhm?" He mumbles. I lean op, lips barely touching his. He leans down, starting a sweet kiss. I keep a hand around his shirt, grabbing onto the fabric to keep him in place. I glide my other hand down into the back pocket of his sweats. A hand is shoved into my hair, gently tugging at it. I moan slightly. He jumps as there’s another roll of thunder outside. He's jumped back from me, panting with wide eyes. "Look at me, you're okay" I murmur, loosening my grip on his shirt. He shallows, sniffling a bit before he finally meets my eyes. "I'm here, there's nothing to be scared of" I say, slipping my hand out of his pocket. I rest my hand on his upper back. "I've got you" He nods, taking a deep breath. He leans in a bit, twisting his hand in my hair again. I gently guide his face back into mine. I bite into his lip, another distraction. He pulls at my hair ever so slightly.

"W-Wait" He stutters. I look op at him. "Mhm?" "My arms hurt, can we move?" He asks, face only an inch from mine. "Yeah of course" I say. Nico shifts off me and I sit op. I shuffle until I'm sitting with my legs criss crossed. Without a word, Nico sits himself in my lap. He wraps his legs around my waist and arms around my neck. "Hi" He murmurs. "Hi" I say, slinging my arms around his hips. Another loud crack of thunder rolls on outside. Nico whimpers and buries his head in my neck, resting his face on his arm. "Shh baby. I've got you" I murmur, gently tapping his hip. He shivers, the poorly insulated cabin barely keeping the heat inside. "Cold?" I ask. "Mhm" "I left my hoodie by window, should be dry" Nico gets off, gets the dry hoodie, pulls it on, and gets resettled in my lap.

"Jason?"

"Yes baby?"

"Can I keep your shirt for a bit?" He asks, voice small and doubting. The thought of Nico keeping my shirt, sleeping in it, wearing it around camp. It sends a shiver of pride down my back, knowing he would visibly be mine. "Yes, please keep it for a bit. I'd love that" I murmur, leaning op and leaving a kiss on his jaw. The thought of seeing Nico wake up in my shirt. Gods. Nico chuckles "That tickles!" He laughs. "Does it?" I ask, continuing to kiss along his jaw. "Jason!" He laughs, kicking at my back. "Mhmm!" He whines as I kiss down his sensitive neck. He wiggles around a bit. He doesn't jump or yelp as another strike of lighting hits the ground. Too distracted by my lips down his neck to notice. "Jacey!~" He murmurs, still gently kicking at my back in playful protest. "Do you want me to stop?" I hum into his skin. His fingers dig into my shirt. "Don't you dare" He chuckles, the feeling becoming normal. He hums in happiness, giving op on his thrashing. As i kiss back up his neck, he whines and his hold around my waist tightens. "Jason..." He breathes out.

"Yes baby?"

He doesn't respond

"Yes?" I repeat.

He leans his head back. A small moan slips past his lips. Oh, he's not asking me anything. He moans my name at least a dozen times as I keep kissing around his neck and collarbone. I snake a hand op under his (My) hoodie. He mumbles out a yes and I pull off him and yank the hoodie off. There's another roll of thunder outside but he doesn't notice. I've got him pretty distracted after all.

"Jason..."

"Yeah?"

"Take off my shirt"

"Happily"

I pull off his shirt and keep kissing around his collarbone, going lower with each kiss I place. He starts whining as I reach his pale chest. As I start gently biting on a sweet spot, his whining turns to panting. He's gonna kill me for all the hickeys later. But right now, all he has to say is. "Give me another, please" He begs. "You got it Sweetcheeks" I mumble. I smile into his chest, sucking on the red skin. I gently bite on it. He lets another, slightly louder moan slip passed his lips. There's a very loud lightning strike just outside the cabin. Nico whimpers at the noise, but that's it.

I glance op at him, to make sure he's okay. He's still panting, but he looks fine. "Good?" I ask, just to be completely sure. "Yeah, I'm good" "Good" I say, leaning op and placing a kiss on his lips. He grabs ahold of my neck and kisses back. I smile at his reaction and let him keep ahold of me. He shuffles the closest he can. Getting needy.

Gods, I could stay here all day. Kissing him, touching him, having him. "Jacey?" He whines, pulling off me. "Yeah?"

"Let's not leave my cabin today, if we can avoid it"

"You read my mind" I mumble before going back in and rejoining our lips. Nico's fingers tips dig into the skin of my neck. I groan at the lovely pain. Nico whines into our kiss as I gently bit into his bottom lip. He'd later be mad at me, because I'd leave a bruise on his bottom lip.

He gently presses his hips into mine. I press back, moaning at the little friction I get from the movement. Nico whimpers, pulling back in surprise. "Sorry..." He whispers, blinking to realize what he just felt. "Did it feel okay?" I ask, resting both my hands on his hips. "Yeah..." he mutters. "Enjoy it then" I say and recreate the movement. He moans again, he slaps a hand over his mouth. "Someone will hear us" He whispers.

I take his hand away. "Not with this heavy rain and thunder" I reassure. "Just, let me distract you. I know you'll like it"

"Okay, distract me then"