Quick little drabble thing. I really like Jasico, and there's not too many fics about them, which is sad.

"I'm not letting you into this bed if you don't fucking shave that monstrosity. Either you shave it or you're sleeping on the couch until December first."

"Awe, c'mon, Nico, I think it makes me look rugged."

"It makes you look like a mountain man."

The monstrosity on Jason's face was the son of Jupiter's attempt at No-Shave November, only to it's scruffy stage, but coming in nicely, on it's way to a full beard. It was golden fuzz, sparsely covering the scar just above his lip. It wasn't horrible, Nico knew. Jason pulled it off surprisingly well, but for gods' sakes, Nico was tired of beard burn kisses and stubble digging into his shoulder.

"Yeah, rugged." Jason insisted, rubbing his hand over his cheek. That was another thing Nico had noticed about the beard campaign: everyone wanted to touch. The Aphrodite girls and boys would come up and giggle stupidly as they brushed their fingers over it. Travis and Conner, who Nico usually didn't mind, liked to rub their faces against Jason's, just because they knew it pissed Nico the fuck off. And then Percy, the asshole, coming by daily to compare progress. No, no one was allowed to touch. No one but Nico.

And now he couldn't, because kissing someone's beardy cheek was really fucking gross.

"It's not like you shave every single day either, babe," Jason said, crossing his arms, like he had a chance of winning this. Nico rolled his eyes, "But I don't give you beard burn when we make out, do I? And I don't rub my scratchy cheeks all over my boyfriend's shoulders when we spoon, either."

Jason sighed, head dropped to his chest in defeat. "Awe, Nico...you're such a manipulative little bastard, you know?" Yeah, Nico knew that, he took pride it in. Cracking a smile, the son of Hades grabbed Jason by the front of his t-shirt and pulled his down for a quick, teasing little peck on the lips.

"Mm, you like it." Nico grinned, cat like, as he released his hold on the man.

"I do." Jason said, smiling again. Well, the beard did frame his smile nicely, but it still had to go. Beard burn below the belt was a specific horror no one ever needed to experience in their life.

"Now," Nico continued, scooting back in the bed so he was against the headboard, "go and shave, and when you return, you better not have a shirt on. Or anything else, for that matter." He laughed to himself as Jason's bright blue eyes lit up and he practically tripped himself, not being able to get to the bathroom fast enough. It was nice to know that no matter the circumstances, using sex as a bargaining chip was always a card up the half-Italian's sleeve.

Reviews are love. I'm taking requests.