There's no smut in this story. It gets close though. Sorry bout that.

Several days after the date, Annabeth came into my cabin without warning. I was laying on my bed listening to Twenty One Pilots. I was only wearing a hoodie over a T-shirt and my boxers. She blushed when she saw me.

"Hey Annabeth," I said.

"H-hi Percy," she stuttered. That's weird. She never does that.

"What do you need 'Beth?" I asked and sat up. I patted the spot next to me.

She sat down and placed a hand on my leg. "I love you, Percy." She began. "And I want to take out relationship to the next level."

"Are you sure?" I asked. I didn't want as gay guy to take her virginity. Especially not this gay guy. My thoughts were interrupted as Annabeth kissed me.

She kissed me softly at first, then the kiss became more passionate and needy. I kissed her harder trying to feel something, anything. One of her hands found my hair as the other played with the hem of my boxers. I had both of my arms around her. Her hand snaked up my shirt and she pushed me on my back taking control. She kissed me harder and our tongues battled for dominance. She broke the kiss and whispered an I love you. I took the chance to take off her shirt. She lifted the hoodie off my head and practically ripped my T-shirt off. "You have a perfect body," she said staring at my chest. She kissed me, and I reached up to take off her bra.

"Percy, what in Hades are those!" She yelled grabbing my arm. I flinched. She tried to get up and her bra fell off. She blushed and scowled at the same time. "Percy I mean it. Tell me right now."

"I..." I began. I began to cry wrapping my arms around her ignoring the half naked. Boobs weren't my thing anyway. '"My mom and Paul are dead." I said when my crying slowed.

"Oh Percy!" She said holding me. "You could have told me before!"

"I couldn't."

"Why not!" She demanded.

"I wasn't ready," I lied.