Cheiloproclitic: having an attraction to a person’s lips
Jason can’t get out from his own head.
Nico is practically sprawled over him, head tucked under his neck and he just can’t, can’t, can’t.
He needs to solve this, he needs to find a way to—
He feels more than hears Nico’s sigh, all hot breath against his collar bone and his skin tingles. Jason’s chest vibrates and he looks down, his boyfriend humming to the radio that is all the way to the kitchen. It’s an old song from a Britpop band and he wonders when Nico actually learned the lyrics but then he catches his eye and he is all soft pinked cheeks and lips pressed together carrying the tune about lovers so blinded that would like to die together.
“Stop worrying” Nico whispers against his heart once the song ends and Jason is still looking at their ceiling like it contains the secrets of the world.
“I’m not worrying”, he tries but Nico snorts and that’s the end of that. “I just—“
“Stop it”, he gets on one elbow and frowns at him. “You’ll do great”
“But I need to help out at camp—“
“They’ll survive without you, Wonder Boy”
“But I promised—“
Nico shuts him up effectively with warm lips, Jason shivering like a leaf with him all pressed up against his chest and his hips. He smells like his shampoo and is wearing his old hoodie and Jason feels everything tighten up inside him. His hand gets tangled in messy black hair and Nico is biting his tongue and all he can do is moan and hold on for dear life. He feels him tilt his head and he adjusts obediently, thankful for the bed because his knees would be feeling weak around now. The son of Hades breath brushes his cheeks, his fingers digging into his arms and Jason feels strung out and helpless and he loves it. Nico bites him again just to kiss him with apologies and he wouldn’t ever hold a grudge, even if his lips are throbbing right now.
“Hey”, he murmurs huskily against him and Jason can’t stop staring at his lips, redder and fuller than before.
“Hey”, he croaks, his head buzzing.
“You were being stupid. I needed to stop that”
“Yeah—“ Jason breathes, looking at ebony eyes that promise comfort and death, all in one swift move. “Yeah, I do that”
Nico smirks, like the wolf Jason is supposed to be and he knows in that second that he will die because of those lips, because of that smile.
It doesn’t seem like a terrible fate, all in all.