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Nico had come a long way from the shy boy who pushed everyone away. But he didn’t go around and spoke to people he didn’t know, unless there was a reason to do so. Therefore, he knew many demigods only by name and hadn’t actually talked to them.
Thus, it didn’t bother him that he didn’t know much more about Paolo Montes as anyone did. Paolo was Brazilian (at least he had a scarf with the Brazilian flag on it), and he liked to talk very much. Unfortunately, he only talked in Portuguese. Presumably it was that language, because none of the campers understood him.
Not that Paolo was unfriendly or shy, on the contrary, he talked to people all the time. He was open and friendly to everybody, and didn’t seem to mind his conversations were quite one-sided. A few days after his arrival he had been claimed by Hebe, the Goddess of youth. He had a boyish, energetic charm, and when he smiled, it was hard not to smile back. Rumours had it that even Mr D had done it once, but Nico didn’t believe that.
One day, he walked to the pavilion for breakfast and found Paolo already sitting at the Hades table with a mug of coffee and a couple of bread rolls. When Nico had come to camp for the first time, everyone had to sit at the table assigned to their cabin. He had been the first to break the rule, and since then, it had eroded more and more and had become more of a custom. Lately, with all the new cabins for the minor gods, it was simply not practical to keep a table for each.
But sitting at the Hades table without being invited by Nico was not something anyone would consider. Well, how could Paolo possibly know this? He smiled when Nico joined him. “Bom dia, menino lindo*”, he greeted him. “Good morning,” he yawned. When he turned to burn his offering, Nico thought hearing him clicking his tongue. After sitting down, he smiled from time to time back, not understanding Paolo’s animated monologue
Or did he? He hadn’t heard Italian since he was a small child, but the more Paolo talked to him, he recognized patterns in the sentences, words that sounded strangely familiar. It certainly helped that Paolo spoke kind of slowly, dragging the vowels a lot (a bit like Will when his southern accent came through). Considering the way the divine features showed in their children, Nico assumed that children of Hebe would look younger than they were. He could see just a shadow of dark hair on Paolo’s upper lip, barely visible on the brown skin, otherwise he didn’t see any body hair other than in his armpits. Yes, his loose tank top let him check out quite a bit of skin. Paolo seemingly talked about the weather, and absentmindedly he answered “si, il tempo è molto bello.**” The other boy stared for a moment, then began to talk rapidly. Nico heard “Italiano” again and again, and he started to answer in Italian. Soon they began to understand each other by using synonyms when the other wouldn’t get something on first try.
They spent the day together, teaching each other Italian and Portuguese. After skipping lunch, at dinner Nico found himself sandwiched between one fair and one dark boy, both ignoring the boundaries of his personal space. Will, because they were comfortable with being close, and Paolo, because he was touchy-feely even with people who didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Still, Nico was not prepared for the three goodbye kisses on his cheeks just before curfew. He glared at his grinning boyfriend when he wiped them dry. “He’s cute, isn’t he? Is he straight?”
“I know a nice place to take a bath,” he told Paolo after breakfast in the strange language mashup they had ended up with, “do you want to join me?” When they reached the quiet lake in the woods, Nico’s favourite place away from prying eyes, he dropped his black t-shirt on his towel before turning to the other boy. Paolo had stopped pulling his top over his head, staring at him. Nico grinned, opening his jeans. “What are you waiting for?”, he asked, and pealed himself out of the tight black denim. He could see a lot of scars on the other boy’s body after he had undressed to his boxers, even for a demigod. Paolo had been to the infirmary more often in just a few weeks than others in years – being cut by wooden sparring swords, burnt at the campfire, shooting an arrow in his own foot. Nico was the first to walk into the water, well aware of the way his boxer briefs complimented his ass. Sure enough, when he turned around with his legs in the water, he caught him staring again.
Gasping for air after diving into the lake, he watched the other boy wading into the water tentatively. When he was only a few metres away, Nico bent down and began splashing him. Soon they were in a full-on water duel with splashing, wrestling each other down, diving to topple the other over, just having fun until they stood in front of each other slightly out of breath, laughing. Nico pecked him on his slightly parted lips without thinking much about it. Paolo’s eyes went wide. Had he gone too far? He moved a bit away from the dark-skinned boy, and for a moment he thought Paolo would back out of the situation. He almost heard the Brazilian’s mind working behind his puckered brows, then he leaned forward and kissed him back. There was no heat in the kiss, it was sweet and curious, almost chaste. The heat was only in his dark brown eyes when he fixed him for a long moment, before he waded out of the lake.
Finally following him out of the water, he walked slowly to have a proper look at him lying on his back in the sun. Drops of water sparkled on his nicely sculptured upper body and flat stomach, dark hair covered his calves. When Nico towelled himself off, he took his time, and Paolo didn’t take his eyes off him. When he lay down, he deliberately brushed leg against leg. Propped up on one arm, he let his gaze wander from head to toe and back, meeting the other boy’s eyes. When he returned his concentration back on the smooth brown skin just centimetres away, he touched his own body. Caressing his shoulder he imagined kissing Paolo’s. He pinched a nipple, in his mind sucking the dark circle over there. His hand caressed his stomach, imagining to tease the other boy to flex his abs for him and to lick it. His hardening cock was not well positioned in his tightening briefs. He straightened it so that it pointed towards his hipbone, still inside his underpants, but its outline clearly visible.
Paolo gasped when he saw him stroking his length. Grinning, he lay on his back, stroking his body with one hand and his erection with the other, and closed his eyes. Warm breath on his skin was followed by shy fingers on his chest. “Yes, please touch me,” he whispered. Shy became curious, and he encouraged curiosity whenever Paolo touched a sensible part of his body. He moaned when he felt lips around his nipples, his eyes now open he tousled the curly head, and lifted his ass to get rid of his briefs. His hand around his cock found company, and he let go. The Brazilian’s mouth was invitingly open, tongues danced in each other’s mouth, and with a firm grip and steady rhythm the son of Hebe brought him closer and closer to his climax. He moaned into the other’s mouth when he finally came over his hand and own body, and he didn’t stop masturbating him until the last drop was spilled and the blood left the slick and slack flesh.
After flipping him over, he smiled down, his thumb following the line of his cheekbone, before he bent down to a light kiss. Touching his body lightly, he asked for permission. Taking blissful eyes as a yes, his hands traced down the shivering body, the firm, round breast muscles, the excited nipples, the smooth stomach rising and falling with rapid breaths. He took the invitation when he lifted his hips and slid the boxers down. They were sticky with precum. He admired the straight, almost perfect cock for a moment. It was quite long and thick, curved upwards so that the wet head seemed about to fuck the navel. Then he kissed it and took it into his mouth. Nico ignored the stream of words washing over him when he sucked him, and as expected it didn’t take long. With spasms like shockwaves through his entire body, Paolo came hard and spurt after spurt of warm, tasty cum filled his mouth, and he had to swallow several times in order not to spoil a single drop of his first Brazilian seed.