Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Title: Almost Have It All
Author: Alex
Fandom: Xena [W:P]
Pairing: C/S A/J C/S/A/J C/Aphrodite & S/Eris UST more eventually
Rating: G - NC-17
Disclaimers: Greek Gods belong to whomever, Joxer and others to the
Big Networks, and others to themselves. I have no money, being done
for love of your creation, don't sue, wasted effort.
Dedicated to: Momma
Archive: Sure, just let me know where.
Author's Notes:
Hergerbabe's 'Loves a Bitch Series' was running through my mind,
thus the setting. Also I was watching a rerun of *gasp* Dawsons
Creek, so if any of the characteristics seem familiar, then I am
guilty as charged. I wanted the Creek to meet Olympus so that's why
I did it.
I make references to safe sex and unsafe sex, whilst I am not a
public educator I must say that if you are going to have sex please
use a condom and protect yourself. If not for yourself, then for
your partner and family that you could leave behind.
Had this one on a floppy for almost a year, forgot about it and took
it out, dusted it off and here you guys go cause the muse for this
has returned.
Feedback: That's why I do it, well at least one of the main reasons.
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"What's the matter Joxer?" Strife asks as he plops down in the chair
opposite him. Lifting his arms in an exaggerated yawn he tries to
swipe the papers that Joxer is reading.
Leaning back, Joxer out maneuvers his attempts and continues
reading. Strife tries to grab the papers a few more times but is
unsuccessful. Realizing that his attempts are futile Strife starts
to drum his fingers on the armrest of the chair.
"Hey what's the problem?" Cupid inquires as he walks over to the
pair. Pushing Strife's bag off the chair he sits down and nods in
Joxer direction. "What's wrong with Joxer?"
"Don't know, he won't acknowledge my existence, it's kinda humbling
actually."
"Joxer", "you hoo Joxer, what's going on?" Realizing that he too is
being ignored Cupid grabs the papers out of Joxer's hands. Sprinting
up he starts to read as Joxer unsuccessfully tries to get back the
papers as Strife holds him down.
"Dear Joxer, how is it going with you over in Boring Town…" raising
a brow in Strife's direction, "a love letter Strife. Should we read
on."
"Go ahead Cupe," Strife encourages as Joxer starts to struggle in
earnest. Strife let's out a grunt as Joxer elbows him in the gut.
"Damn me Joxer boy, those baseball practices have paid of. What is
that, do I detect muscles." He then playfully bear hugs Joxer from
behind.
"Hurry up Cupid, I don't know how much longer I can hold him."
"You guys are jerks you know, let me up Strife, and Cupid don't you
dare…"
"Wait, Strife… here… damn this is good." Pausing for a moment Cupid
arches a brow at Joxer, "You bad boy you.
"What does it say Cupid?" Strife struggles out as Joxer begins in
real earnest to try to get loose from him, I don't know how much
longer that I can hold him…"
"Strife you are not going to belie…. What the hell…." Cupid looks
around dumbfounded as he lands on top of Joxer.
Three pairs of startled eyes look up into the smirking face of their
biggest pain in the ass Hercules. "You know I always was a little
curious about the closeness of the three of you but now I think I
was right all along, you guys are really into….."
"Shut up Hercules!" Cupid snaps as he disentangles himself from
Joxer and Strife and stands up.
"Yeah what's your problem, jealous?" Joxer asks as Cupid helps him
to his feet.
"Yeah Joxer boy that would just make your day wouldn't it."
"Or yours, you never know?" Strife says as Joxer gives him a hand
getting up. "Hercules boy always looked like a `mo to me you know."
Looking over at Joxer, "Well what you think Joxer, the dar picking
up any signals."
Joxer goes over and pretends to examine Hercules. "Well it is
definitely a possibility, whoa.." stepping back as though he was
pushed "damn Hercules I didn't know you cared so much" giving
Hercules a mock lustful look.
"Up yours, Corinth," Hercules throws back as he stalks off.
"Wouldn't you wish" Cupid and Strife replied together.
"And you know you do" shouts Joxer laughingly. Suddenly he looks
around notices something. The whole room is quiet and people are
staring at them. "Don't you guys have the feeling as though suddenly
you are the center of attention."
"Yeah, well that's their problem," Cupid shrugs as he picks up both
his and Strife's bags. "I gotta go. Give me a ride Strife and I'll
tell you all about what I read." Seeing Strife nod his consent Cupid
again looks at Joxer and with feigned shock says "Bad boy, bad boy."
"Go to hell Cupid' mumbles Joxer as he picks up his bag and the
papers that had fallen to the floor.
"Oh I think that I will meet you there if that letter is any
indication."
Looking at both of them in confusion, Strife nudges Cupid in the
direction of the exit and waves bye to Joxer. Joxer holds up a
finger, which has Strife and Cupid laughing all the way to the
car. "How come you need a ride anyway? What's wrong with the Cupe
mobile."
"I loaned it to Aphrodite, she needed to make a few errands and I
did not want to be dragged around with her."
Nodding sympathetically. "I understand." He opens the door and gets
in. Unlocking the doors he turns to Cupid. "What is the matter with
these females anyway? I mean how much pairs of black shoes can one
person need."
"Well Strife," Cupid mimics in the voice of an exasperated
female, "there are the ones with the silver buckle then of course
you need one with the gold buckle. Then there are the squared
buckled ones and the pointed buckled ones, and the ones with the
thin heels and the buckled ones with the thin heels."
"And let's not forget the ones with-out the buckles." Strife
interrupts. Glancing at his watch he let's out a curse as he notices
the time. "Damn damn damn."
"What's the matter Angst?
"I have to go and meet my dad, he is in one of his I'd like to be
your friend moods, this time he wants to go fly fishing. Sorry C,
but I have to go, tell me all about Joxer's letter tomorrow okay."
"Sure Strife, hey why don't you drop me off, I can walk from here."
"But it's a good walk to your house you sure you don't want me to
carry you home, I can make my dad wait, he really would expect me to
make him wait for an hour." Explains Strife as he stops the car.
"That's okay, I need to pick up a few things for Aphrodite, come by
when you guys are finished."
"Is Eris coming over tonight?"
"No, she has a paper, and besides that her sis is out with the flu
and she has to watch the shop."
Looking around and seeing no one, he leans over and gives Cupid a
long full kiss on the mouth. As his mouth opens Cupid's tongue slips
in and they get lost in the kiss. Forgetting where they are, Cupids
hands reaches over and unbuckles Strife's seat belt. Straining to be
next to him, Strife hurriedly shrugs off the seat belt and attacks
Cupid's clothes. His shirt is half way off before they realize that
someone is hitting on the window.
Jerking apart quickly they look worriedly at each other, then
breathe a sigh of relief as they recognize the smirking face behind
the fogged window.
Waiting for Strife to roll down the window. "Not that I didn't enjoy
that but could you try and find somewhere a little more private for
your displays. I kinda already am the token homosexual for this
little town."
"Oh, shut up Joxer" Cupid tells him as he grabs his bag out of the
car and walks around to meet him. Giving his hip a little sweeze he
tells Strife. "On second thought I think I'll go over to Joxer's and
see what trouble we can get into."
"Don't do anything that I wouldn't do" Cupid and Joxer roll their
eyes "and don't tire each other out, I'll be visiting one" looking
at Joxer "or both" looking at Cupid "of you when I get back."
"Not tonight lover-boy, Athena and Dad are coming home later this
evening and knowing her she will want to spend the whole night
telling me about the trip they just were on."
"I'm free, you know the deal, see you later" Cupid says as he grabs
Joxers hands and basically pulls him down the road towards his house.
"In a hurry aren't we Cupid?" Getting no answer from the determined
blonde giant. He tries again. "Damn take it easy what's the rush?"
Pulling his hands away from Cupid he shakes the numbness out as they
finally reach his front door. "At least let me get the keys out."
Reaching for the door he fumbles with the keys.
"Hurry and open the door Joxer, I really need…" He is cut off as
Joxer pushes him in the house and starts to kiss him. Groaning they
both tear at each other's clothes. "I don't think I can make it to
the bedroom" Bending down Joxer unzips his pants and takes him in
his mouth…" … ah.. damn it Joxer.. you.. hav.. wha… oh shit … oh
shit.. oh shit… aargh ….
Standing up after a few moments Joxers wipes his mouth. "There, now
you can make it to the bedroom." Not to be outdone Cupid pushes
Joxer onto the Living Room couch.
"Yeah, I can make it to the bedroom, but right now, I want to make
it with you." Laughing Joxer removes his khakis and then slightly
raises his hips to remove his boxers. Taking them off he throws them
at Cupid who catches them and takes a sniff.
"You wore SYBARIS, isn't that the cologne I bought you for your
birthday?"
"Yeah, care to guess where else I put it."
Moving towards him Cupid drops the boxer. Joxer scoots back into the
couch as though he is being stalked. Looking at the ceiling Cupid
pauses for awhile. "Do you feel like getting wet?"
"Depends on what you have in mind."
Stretching out his hands "Get up, we have to do this somewhere
else." Looking at Cupid strangely, Joxer mutely gets up and allows
Cupid to lead him up the stairs. Stopping in the middle of the
staircase Cupid suddenly pushes Joxer onto the stairs.
"What the fuck is the matter with you Cupid?" As he tries to get up
Cupid holds him down. "Don't move" he says. Racing down the stairs
Cupid re-enters the Living Room and returns with three packs of
condoms.
Lifting a brow "We feel kinda adventurous don't we Cupid" quips
Joxer as he opens a packet that is thrown at him. "Why are we on the
stairs, you could have waited until we reached the room if you
wanted to throw me down." At an enigmatic look that he receives from
Cupid Joxer is momentarily startled.
"Here? On the stairs? Come on you have got to be kidding me." Using
the balls of his feet for support he grabs ahold of the banister.
"Not while there is a perfectly functioning bed in my room or a
floor, or a shower, hell Cupid we could use the Jacuzzi or even the
pool, but I am not breaking my back on no gad damned stairs."
"Who says you're gonna break your back, you maybe on it but you
won't break it."
"No, Cupid."
"I'll let you do me any where and anyway you wanna if you let me
have the stairs."
Staring at Cupid's body that was illuminated by the sun filtering
through the curtains Joxer shrugs his shoulders and gives in. "Boy
are you going to pay." Laying back down he is surprised when Cupid
just keeps staring at him.
Holding out his hands he pulls Cupid on top of him. Shifting
slightly to accommodate Cupid's weight, he slowly runs his hands
down Cupid's body, lubricating his finger on the trail of sweat
flowing down Cupid's back before giving his ass a firm squeeze. "To
lube or not to lube C?" he asks as he slips a finger in Cupids'
hole.
He nips at Cupid's ear as he proceeds to pump his finger in and out
of him. As Cupid's heavy breathing escalates and he starts to
stiffen up, Joxer starts to move his finger in and out faster.
Holding onto the banister Cupid reaches down his hands between their
bodies and grabs ahold of Joxer's dick.
"Whoa boy," he exclaims hoarsely, "move the finger, this one is for
you."
Batting his eyes Joxer looks at him, and with a coy voice he
whispers, "love it when you talk Barry to me." He cups Cupid's face
within his hands and pulls it down for a kiss. Using his tongue he
lightly traces around the lips planting butterfly kisses all in the
general area of the mouth but never quite in the center. Using his
teeth he tenderly nips at Cupid's lips until Cupid opens his mouth.
Taking his tongue, he quickly touches Cupid's own and suddenly
withdraws as Cupid gets to move.
"Where are you going Cupe?"
"I'll be right back. Don't move."
Pushing up from the stairs Cupid returns to the Living Room.
Searching through the discarded clothes that are shrewn everywhere a
smile lights up his face when he spots his crumpled up jeans by the
coffee table. Walking over he removes his belt from it and with a
demonic smile returns to Joxer.
Spotting Cupid approach him, Joxer looks at him quizzically when he
notices the belt that Cupid is holding. "In the mood for a little
S&M are we?"
When Cupid refuses to answer and continues to come toward him Joxer
starts to get puzzled. "Then we are in the mood for a little S&M?"
he asks nodding at the belt that Cupid is holding.
Without answering Cupid proceeds to come over to where Joxer is and
lifts up one of Joxer's legs. Confusingly looking at Cupid, Joxer
says nothing as Cupid makes a loop with the belt and places his foot
in it. Cupid takes the other end of the belt and securely fastens it
to the railing of the stairs.
"What are you doing?"
"Just insuring that you don't move too much."
"Why the need to tie one leg on the stairs?"
"You'll see." Dropping back a step Cupid bends his head and takes
Joxer's phallus in his hands. Rubbing over the head with his thumb
he smiles as Joxer stiffens and tries to scoot back from him. He
continually rubs on the head with sometimes circular and other times
horizontal motions until Joxer is gasping for breath. When he
realizes that Joxer is about to climax he stops.
At Joxer's groan of unsatisfaction he bends over and kisses him.
Taking the packet that Joxer forgot he was holding he removes the
condom and gives it to Joxer. Pointing to his own erection, "put it
on me Joxer."
Raising up Joxer holds the nub located at the top of the condom and
sheathes Cupid. Looking Cupid in the eye he guides him into his body
and let's out a groan of relief as Cupid fills him up.
Holding himself on his hands Cupid slowly moves in and out of Joxer,
bending down occasionally to plant a kiss on Joxers' open mouth.
With his free hand Joxer slowly traces pattern on Cupids' back and
buttocks. Stopping he grabs a hold of Cupids' ass and tries to
increase the tempo of Cupid's thrusts.
Stopping all of a sudden, Cupid uses the palms of his hands and
levers himself off Joxer. Realizing that Cupid has stopped moving
Joxer opens his eyes and lets out a frustrated groan. "Dam….. wha…
what is the problem?" As he tries to get up and kiss him, Cupid
pushes him back down. Looking at Cupid with a frown on his face, he
repeats the question.
"Shh… I think that I hear someone coming."
"Oh shit. Dad and Athena." Struggling to sit up all traces of
unfulfilled desire erased from his face he tenses as he too starts
to listen to see if he can hear anything.
As Joxer tries to sit up it causes Cupid to loose his hold from the
balls of his feet and he tenses his arms for extra support. As Joxer
was trying to sit up his whole body tensed in anticipation of being
caught which causes his muscles to painfully squeeze Cupid. Letting
out a tight groan between clenched teeth, Cupid inhales
deeply. "Joxer… it was the neighbours car… please.. please.. loosen
up… you're killing me."
"Taking a deep breath Joxer lies back down and smiles at
Cupid. "Easy for you to say, you're not the one whose parent and
sibling could bust in on them any moment, I know that they are okay
with me being gay, but think about it, how will I explain you and
what we are doing on the stairs?"
Bending down Cupid slowly pushes as far into Joxer as he possibly
could while licking a bead of sweat that he watch trail down the
older boys face and settle in the crease of his lips. At the aroused
gasps that he gets form Joxer he slowly pulls out and pushes back
into him again. "Isn't that what makes this all the more thrilling
Joxer, the fact that we could be caught at any moment?"
Unable to talk Joxer just nods his head as Cupid continues to slowly
move in and out of him. The desire returning he tries to wrap his
legs around Cupid to try to control the pace but finds out that he
is hindered by the fact that his leg is still tied to the railing.
Using his hands he grabs Cupid's ass and tries to get him to move
faster.
Smiling Cupid refuses to goes faster and teases Joxer with the slow
fuck. He pulls all the way out of Joxer and smiles as the older boy
squirms and drags him back on top of him. "Put it back or I will
beat the shit out of you." He whispers into Cupids' ear.
"Into scat are we?" At the frustrated groan Cupid re-enters Joxer
very quickly. Opening his eyes Joxer gives Cupid a startled look as
Cupid starts to pump furiously in and out of his body. He now tries
to hold on to Cupid to slow him down and find another rhythm, but
Cupid has other ideas. Reaching down he starts to nibble on Joxers'
ear.
Using his free leg Joxer tries to wrap it around Cupid in an attempt
to control him, realizing that it is futile he then uses his hands
to bring Cupids' head upward. Cradling Cupids' head in his hands he
keeps eye contact while Cupid is furiously pumping in and out of his
body. Without breaking contact he then lowers the younger boys' face
and they begin to greedily kiss each other.
Feeling the telltale sign that Cupid is about to climax he again
lubricates his hands with the sweat forming on Cupid's back and
slips his middle finger in the crease of Cupid's ass. He slowly
trails it around and around his ass until he finally slips it in.
Matching the rhythm that Cupid has set he continues to pump in and
out of Cupid to match the rhythm that Cupid is pumping in and out of
him.
With both of their eyes closed they are both surprised to hear an
amused voice ask them, "Couldn't make it to the bedroom boys or
didn't even try?"
At the sound of the voice before either of them had time to turn
around and see who had entered in on them, Joxer's muscles clamps
tightly around Cupid which causes him to groan with pleasure/pain
and shoot forcefully into Joxer. Not to be outdone, Cupid continues
with his furious pumping until Joxer finishes off right after him.
Dropping down on Joxer Cupid mumbles into his ear. "Didn't you lock
the door?"
"I thought I did."
Pushing up of Joxer, Cupid states, "I'm gonna kill him you know."
Smiling up at Cupid, "Not before I get my turn at the both of you."
Strife who was leaning against the base of the stairs starts to
laugh. "I realize that the two of you are probably a little miffed
at me right now but think about it, I could have interrupted when I
first arrived and then think about how you would feel."
"Shut up Strife," Cupid says as he moves of Joxer. Without looking
back he proceeds to remove the condom tie it in a knot, and make his
way to the Joxer's private upstairs bathroom.
Letting out a long wolf whistle, "Nice view Cupe." Strife shouts up
at him, and begins to chuckle as Cupid finally turns around and
sticks up a finger.
"Stop being an ass and untie Joxer will you." Cupid says as he
disappears into a room upstairs.
"Do I have to?" he shouts back. "He looks pretty fine to me."
"Just untie me Angst."
"Why?"
"Cause I said so?"
Smirking down at the older boy, "That's not a very good reason."
Looking up at Strife through half closed eyelids, "If you untie me
right now, I'll let you play with me?"
Walking over to the stairs Strife reaches up and loosens Joxer who
then stretches out and flexes his legs. Being in the position for
that long has left a crimp in his leg. Pushing up from the stairs he
frowns at the door that Cupid entered a few moments ago and
mutters, "Damn Cupid and his fetish for bondage."
"But it sure makes life more interesting doesn't it?" Strife quips
with a raised eyebrow.
"How come you aren't with your ……"
"What do you mean by play with……"
Realizing that they both asked questions at the same time, Joxer
sits on the stairs and pats the stair below him for the younger boy
to sit down.
Using his hands for balance Strife sits down but not before he gives
Joxer a hot kiss that has the both of them gasping for breath by the
time that they break it.
Wedging his way between Joxers legs he rests his head on Joxers
naked sweaty chest and closes his eyes as Joxer begins to caress his
hair.
Turning Strife's head up to face him, "So how come you aren't with
your father?"
"Oh, we were headed out the door when Athena called."
A puzzled frown on his face, "Why didn't she call here?"
"She said she was going to after she talked to me, but I told her
that I was going to pass by this way anyway so she gave me the
message." Pausing he becomes engrossed in lightly running his
fingers over the hair on Joxer `s legs.
Reaching out Joxer moves Strife's hands from his leg and asks, "So
what did she say?"
Yanking his hands out of Joxers' Strife resumes his earlier
activity. "Nothing, just that they bumped into your aunt Priscilla
in Botannia and that they won't make it back until late tomorrow
evening or night."
Lying back against the stairs, Joxer pulls Strife along with him.
Strife then shifts his position until he is facing Joxer. Upon
turning around he is eye level with Joxers lower abdomen. Reaching
out he spans Joxers chest with his two hands and slowly trails down
his body. Lifting slightly he starts to trail butterfly kisses all
along Joxer abdomen.
Sucking in a deep breath Joxer tries his hardest not to reach out
and push Strife's face to where he really wants it. Knowing Strife
the way that he does he knows that any interference on his part
would only cause further delay from him attaining his goal. `Fucka's
cruel like that.' He thinks to himself.
Clenching his fist tightly he strains his breath out in tiny puffs
as Strife uses his tongue like an arrow and lightly runs it up and
down the length of his shaft. The overwhelming urge that he has to
push his dick into Strife's face is quickly tempered by the fact
that past experience has taught him that if he does do what he
wishes that Strife, the sadistic sucker that he is would only
proceed to go slower and drag out the torture.
Looking up at Joxer Strife is amazed that the he hasn't tried to
force the issue yet. `This must be killing him' he thinks to
himself. Using his left hands he grabs a hold of the base of the
Joxer's dick and with the right he proceeds to uses his thumb to
caress the head. Without breaking the rhythm he asks, "What were you
about to ask me?"
Barely able to breathe straight much less think straight Joxer
closes his eyes and let's out a frustrated groan. "Damn Strife, can
we talk about that later?" When Strife removes his hands from his
body Joxer realizes that unless he answers the little shit he would
not get what he wants. "I asked why aren't you with your father?"
Since Joxer answers his question, Strife begins to massage Joxer's
phallus again. Bending down he looks up at Joxer and says, "an
emergency came up at work and Dad got called in, but come to think
about it, he didn't seem that upset when we had to cancel the trip."
"Did you happen to do anything to make him believe that you didn't
want to go on the trip?"
"No."
Raising a brow, "Strife?"
Looking sheepishly, "Well I might have…. kinda…. inadvertently…. let
him know that I did not want to go, and that I was okay with him
having to go do paper work if necessary."
Smiling, "And how did you accomplish this?"
"I sorta told him." And with that Strife proceeded to rub the head
of Joxer's cock furiously with the base of his thumb.
Joxer arches his back off the stairs as shooting spasms of pain and
pleasure vie for attention on his member and in the hollow of his
pelvis. Sensing that he is about to come again, Joxer tries to get
Strife to go a little slower by hitting Strife on his arm. Brushing
of Joxers hands as though they were an annoying insect Strife
increases the pace and with his free hand start to massage Joxer's
balls.
Gasping for breath Joxer gives up all hope and his hips tauten as he
feels himself ready to explode. Just when he is convinced that he
can take it no more Strife takes his penis in his mouth deep
throating him and starts to suck on it with the same veraciousness
that he was rubbing it. Shaking his head from side to side Joxer
holds on to the railing of the stairs for support as his breathing
becomes more laboured and uncontrollable.
Feeling the older boy tense and tauten underneath him, Strife raises
up slightly and inserts a finger into Joxer. "That does it, my god
Strife….. I… I …. I …." Joxer explodes into Strife's mouth. Strife
ever the one to not let anything waste greedily swallows, but cannot
stop a tickle from escaping from escaping on the side of his mouth.
Sticking out his tongue he licks the drops, runs the back of his
hand over his mouth and stands up.
Looking down at Joxer who looks exhausted, he bends down and offers
him his hands. Weakly waving away Strife's hand Joxer opens one
eyebrow and tells him, "give me a minute."
Looking up at the stairs, "Come on I wanna go play with Cupid."
Coming to rest on his hands Joxer says, "then you go, I will be up
in a minute to join you guys."
"You sure?"
"Yes I am."
Still hesitating, Joxer gets up and gives Strife a long hard kiss
and starts to trace Strife's cock through his pants. "Go on I need a
minute to recuperate." Slapping him playfully on the butt Strife
makes his way up the stairs.
"Don't be long you know you will be missed."
"A few minutes I swear. Are you thirsty?"
"Nah" Strife calls over his shoulder, I want to keep the taste of
you in mouth for a few minutes longer."
Opening the door to Joxer's bedroom Strife starts to remove his
clothes as he hears Cupid humming in the shower. With a devilish
smile on his face he hops on one leg and throws his boxer in the
direction of Joxer's closet. Leaning against the bathroom door he
watches as Cupids suds himself up in the shower through the glass.
Moving into the room, he starts to remove his watch and rest it on
the basin. Saying another thanks to the Gods of Guilt that persuaded
Joxer's father to get him a full length shower with 3 heads that
could fit five to six adults easily he walks over and opens the door
and enters.
Without turning around Cupid hands him a soapy wash cloth, "scrub my
back will ya Strife."
Taking the cloth from him, "how did you know that it was me?" Strife
asks as he starts to wash his back. Leaning into the circular motion
of the cloth Cupid doesn't answer for a while.
"Well knowing the position that I left Joxer in and knowing you, you
probably left him on the stairs panting for breath while still
trying to convince him to come up here with you." Turning around to
face Strife, "so what did you leave him doing?"
"Going to get something to drink."
Smiling, "We're gonna end up killing him someday you know."
Reaching out and turning the showers off, he pulls Cupid against his
erect cock and smiles wickedly, "Yeah we probably will, but what a
way to go."
Turning Cupid around he turns the showers back on and rinses him
off. When he is finished he walks Cupid to the bedroom. Looking up
at Strife, `We're leaving a wet trail."
"I'll get it later."
Walking over to the bed Cupid perches on it and extending out his
left foot as though examining it he looks at Strife through slitted
eyes and asks, "So what do you want to do?"
Re-entering the bathroom Strife comes out with two large towels, a
tube of lube and lotion. Walking over to the door he sticks his head
out and shouts for Joxer.
Racing up the stairs Joxer reaches the doorway and looks at Strife
questionably, "What is the problem Angst?"
"Go take a shower."
Raising a brow at that curt command, "Excuse me?"
"He said go take a shower." Cupid supplies from his position on the
bed.
Finally turning his head towards Cupid, Joxer goes to say something
but stops. The light from the setting sun comes through the window
and settles around Cupid's nude body. Against the backdrop of his
cream sheets Cupid looks like a young farcically beautiful pagan god
of old.
The light captures Cupid's hair and picks out the red highlights and
turns them into molten fire so that it looks as though he is wearing
a halo made of burnt gold. The setting sun turns the drops of water
still on Cupid's damp body into tiny rivulets of running honey that
makes him look like a young male virgin sacrifice, pure and
beautiful in every way.
Sucking in his breath Joxer looks at Strife and understanding
dawns. `Thank you,' he mouthes to Strife who winks his eye at him
and nods his head in the direction of the bathroom. Rushing into the
bathroom he stops suddenly to grab Strife and kiss him hungrily.
"I'll be right out, don't start fucking until I come back." With
that he heads into the bathroom but leaves the door open.
"We wouldn't have to wait if you didn't have that insane fetish of
always having to be clean when you make love at sunset. Why is that
anyway?" Strife asks a retreating Joxer.
After waiting a few seconds and only hearing the steady hum of the
shower Strife shrugs his shoulders and makes his way over to Cupid
who is now lying in the center of Joxers' custom made bed.
Looking up and seeing that Strife is approaching, he scoots over to
make space for him. Reaching out his hands he pulls Strife on top of
him and closes his eyes to relax. After a few moments of restful
breathing he opens his eyes and looks at Strife who is holding his
weight on his hands and looking down at him with a tender expression
on his face.
Reaching out Strife gently trails a finger down Cupid's face and
slowly cups his chin. "You're beautiful, you know." Mesmerized by
the look in Strife eyes Cupid is quiet as slowly Strife leans in to
kiss him. At first the kiss is tender and sweet and then Cupid opens
his mouth to let Strife in.
Suddenly the kiss starts to explode as their two tongues starts to
tangle with each other. Pulling up Strife starts to trail his tongue
around Cupid's lips. `Just beautiful,' he murmurs again and again.
Reaching out his hands Cupid holds Strife's face and looks at it as
though he is searching for an answer. "We are going to have to tell
him soon you know."
Shoving off Cupid Strife goes to sit at the foot of the bed. Running
his hands through his still damp hair he blows at an imaginary
object. Letting out a pent up breath, " I know, damn, it is just
that….. I don't want to hurt him…. I love him too."
Coming off the bed he kneels in front of Strife and takes his hands
in his. "I love him too Strife, but well it's like everytime that we
have sex now I am losing a piece of myself not knowing how this all
will work out, whether he'll hate us, will this be the last time
that we are all together, I can't take it any longer."
Looking down on Cupid, "So when do we tell him?"
"Tonight."
"Now?"
Slowly tracing patterns on Strife's legs, "If it is all the same to
you I want to wait until after."
Pulling Cupid up until he is lying on top of him, Strife pushes
aside a lock of his hair and tucks it behind his ear, "A `this could
be farewell' fuck?"
Laughing ,"The best kind."
Planting a soft kiss on his lips, "I love you Cupid Love."
Sobering up for a minute he says, "I love you too, Strife Angst."
Bending down he starts to suck on the tongue that Strife sticks out
at him.
Groaning he places his hands between the two bodies and slows starts
to pump Strife's organ. Breaking of the kiss with a groan Strife
cups Cupids' ass with his hands and starts to grind it into his
midsection.
Moving a bit Strife flips them over and balances his weight on his
hands. Looking at Cupid he suddenly smiles and pushes Cupid further
onto the bed. Wriggling like a snake Cupid helps him along and
continues on until he is once again in the center of the bed. "Do
you think Jo…" he suddenly stops as Strife spreads the cool gel
along the crack of his ass. Contracting his anal muscles in reflex
he continues on as he hears Strife rummaging for and then finding a
condom in the box by the foot of the bed that Joxer keeps there in
case of emergencies.
"Do you think Joxer's father had any idea what he was facilitating
when he got Joxer the shower and this massive bed Strife?"
Putting on the condom he lifts Cupid legs onto his shoulder and
starts to penetrate him, "Who cares, after the way that he treated
Joxer for the first year and a half after he came out he should have
bought him a damn Ferrari too."
Sighing with relief when he feels Strife fully inside of him Cupid
reaches out with his hands to bring Strife's face closer to him.
Matching the slow rhythm that Strife is moving in and out of his
body Cupid starts to clench and contract his anal muscles with the
same rhythm that Strife has set.
"Aargh… damn… you know that I can't last long when you do that?"
Strife groans out.
"Sh-h-h," Cupid replies as he reaches up and kisses Strife.
Suddenly he feels more weight pressing against him as Joxer straight
from the shower and wearing a condom slows Strife down and pushes
him more onto Cupid.
"To lube or not to lube Strife?" Joxer asks as he pushes into
Strife's welcoming body. Hearing Strife's grunt of satisfaction at
being filled Joxer leans over and bites Strife's ear.
At the remember signal Strife clenches his anal muscles until they
squeeze Joxer painfully which causes Joxer to push hard into him.
This then causes Strife to push harder into Cupid as the fast and
furious fucking is about to begin.
Using his feet for leverage Joxer starts to pump in and out of
Strife faster and faster which controls the pace that Strife moves
in and out of Cupid.
The room is filled with groans and grunts of male satisfaction as no
one no longer cares who controls the motion or how fast the fucking
is. Reaching out Joxer and Cupid grab at each others hands and hold
on tight as this is now causing them to be in a sort of rocking
motion in and out.
Feeling his penis swell up unbearably and his toes began to curl
which is a sure sign that he is about to come, Cupid lets go of
Joxer's hands and starts to grind his teeth in a vain attempt to
hold of the inevitable.
Realizing that he is losing the battle Cupid rears up of the bed as
much as he could and let's himself go. As Cupid climaxes his muscles
relax and contract so quickly that they act as a sort of milking
device that has Strife following right behind him.
Joxer is busy pumping in and out of Strife until Strife's muscles
start a tight squeeze that has him finishing off a little while
later. Shouting out his satisfaction Joxer collapses on Strife who
in turn then collapses on Cupid which allows for Cupid's legs to
fall to the sides.
They stay this way for a few minutes; Strife and Cupid washed in
Cupid's cum and Joxer's hot and sweaty chest resting on Strife's
back. Shifting a bit to relocate the weight Cupid lets out a muffled
groan.
"Not that I don't enjoy the cuddle afterward, but in case you guys
haven't noticed I have over 300+ pounds of male on me and I would
like to start breathing correctly again."
"Oops sorry," Joxer states and disengages himself out of Strife,
pulls off the condom, ties it and throws it in a wastebasket located
at the head of the bed. When he is finished he crawls up to lie on
the bed on the side of Cupid. Reaching over, he kisses Cupid's sweat
dampened brow until Cupid's eyes slowly shuts.
Bucking his hips in an attempt to get Strife to move Cupid lifts up
his head and realizes that Strife has fallen asleep while still
inside him. Turning his head to look at Joxer Cupid gives him
a "what now look?" to which Joxer simply shrugs his shoulders and
maneuvers so that he is now in the crook of Cupid's arms.
Yawning a bit, "g'nite " and snuggling a little closer he closes his
eyes and proceeds to drift asleep.
Lifting up his head Cupid plants a soft kiss on Joxer's brow and
moves his arms from out underneath Joxer. With both hands he grips
Strife and turns the both of them over until Strife is at the
bottom. Disengaging himself from Strife he makes a face at the sound
that is made when he moves off Strife. Getting up he starts to clear
up the room. Going into the bathroom he takes a quick shower and
returns to the bed with two damp washcloths.
He first wipes of Strife's chest then the rest of his body,
disposing of the condom at the same time. With the other cloth he
proceeds to wipe Joxer off. Throwing the cloths in the direction of
the bathroom he goes to the linen closet and takes out a towel and
rests it on the wet spot and then climbs back into bed.
As though seeking his warmth both Joxer and Strife simultaneously
move closer to him. Joxer to lay his head on his chest and Strife to
lay his head on his abdomen. "Thanks," they both say together and
fall right back asleep.
Smiling to himself Cupid falls asleep while running his hands over
both of their arms.
~~~***~~~
At the 5th ring Cupid opens one sleepy eye and shoots daggers at the
offending telephone. Closing his eyes back again he settles down to
go back to sleep with the vain hope that whoever is on the other
line would take a hint and figure out the he did not want to answer
it.
As the telephone continues to ring he then hopes that maybe his
parents would pick it up. As the telephone keeps ringing he goes to
shoot up out of the bed with the promise to tell whoever is on the
next line off and then rip the phone out of the wall.
As he tries to get up two things become apparent to him. The first
is that he is not in his bed alone and the second is that `he' is
not in `his' bed. Looking to his right he sees Strife, turning to
his left he faces Joxer. Remembering the night he quickly jumps out
of bed which makes both boys groan in protest but quickly fall back
asleep.
Picking up the phone, "Yes?"
"Cupid is that you?"
Rubbing his eyes and yawning, "Yes it is Eris, can I help you?"
"Actually I was trying to reach Joxer."
"He's still asleep."
"Oh…well.. what are you doing there?"
"Me and Strife spent the night."
"How many girls did you guys sneak in, and did you get anyone for
Joxer?"
"Very funny Er, anyway what did you call Joxer for?"
"Oh nothing important, just to tell him that Athena and me were
talking this morning and that she said that they were going to stay
over an extra night and wouldn't be home until tomorrow night."
Strife reaches out a hand in his sleep, patting nothing but sheets
he opens one eye and sees only Joxer. Reaching out to smooth Joxers
brow he starts to look around for Cupid. Spotting Cupid by the phone
he goes to ask him what he is doing over there when Cupid put a
finger to his lips to tell him to be quiet.
Getting out of the bed he goes near the phone and hears Eris's voice
through the receiver. Nodding his head in understanding he leans
against Joxers vanity and sits on it. Pulling Cupid towards him, he
cradles him between his legs and proceeds to trail kisses along his
neck.
As if it were an everyday occurrence Cupid turns around until he is
facing Strife and moves the phone to his left ear and arches back
his head to give Strife greater access to his neck. Sighing
contentedly he almost let's out a moan when Strife starts to nibble
on his ear.
"Cupid you okay?" Eris asks.
Muffling Strife's mouth as he is about to laugh, "yes I am, why?"
"Well it sounded as though you were in pain there for a moment?"
"Oh, sorry I bumped my toe on a door.
`Door?' Strife silently mouths.
"On a door? Cupid where are you exactly?" Eris asks.
The overwhelming need to tell her that him, Strife and Joxer are in
Joxer's room naked and exhausted after a night of fucking and that
she is interrupting the chances of a morning show and round was on
the tip of his tongue. But instead he tells her, "I'm in the guest
room."
"Oh, well then how do you know that Joxer is still asleep?" she asks.
Moving away from Strife who has started to trail kisses down his
chest he turns around and faces the bed. Joxer looks like a child in
sleep. Blissful and without a care. A tender smile crosses his face
as he looks at him and then Strife pulls him back towards him.
Letting out a `ummph' as he hits his backside against the vanity he
tells Eris, "Take it from me, he's asleep."
"Well if you're not in his room how do you know?" she persists.
Exasperated, "If Joxer was awake, don't you think that he would have
answered the phone?"
After a pause, "Oh yeah, anyway, what are you guys fixing for
breakfast, Deme is feeling better and I think I'll go get Aphrodite
and we'll come over there."
Strife stops what he is doing to mouth to Cupid, "No, tell her we
will meet her at your house."
"Eris, you know what, Joxer is expecting Ares to come by this
morning, why don't you guys go to my house and I'll go wake up
Strife and we'll be there in about 5-10."
"Alright C, bye, oh yeah give a kiss to Joxer for me….. (laughter is
heard on the line)… just kidding." With a click Eris hangs up the
phone.
Pulling Cupid towards him, "How about a kiss for me?" Strife says as
he pulls Cupid towards him and starts to kiss him. Taking Strife's
legs and wrapping them around his waist Cupid silently lifts Strife
off the vanity a bit.
Using his fingers he quickly prepares Strife and lifts him up a bit
more to slide into him. When he reaches the ring of muscles he nips
at Strife that lets him know to relax and shift and then he slides
all the way in.
They stand like that for a few moments, Strife helping to support
his weight by helping to hold himself up with his hands and Cupid
cradling his ass. As Strife moves forward to kiss Cupid's lips,
Cupid starts to slowly move in and out of him. Both cognizant that
Joxer is still asleep they muffle their groans against each other's
mouths.
Coming almost completely out of Strife Cupid forcefully slams back
into him which causes Strife to rear up more off the vanity and
contract his anal muscles tightly which causes Cupid to whimper in
slight pleasure/pain.
They continue this slow silent fucking for a bit more until they
each find their release. Moving back towards the vanity, Cupid let's
go of Strife's legs and turn his head to take a peek at Joxer.
Seeing that the older boy is still asleep he moves out of Strife and
rests his head on Strife's chest. Sighing contentedly he starts to
lick away at Strife's right nipple. Lifting up his head he catches
Strife with his eyes closed and a dreamy smile on his face.
Strife firmly pushes Cupid away and hops off the vanity. Taking a
glance again at Joxer, he takes Cupid's hands and leads him towards
the shower.
"We gotta go, that little round is going to cost us?" At Cupid's
puzzled look he further explains. "Remember Eris, Aphrodite, well
according to the clock they'll be at your house in about 10 minutes
if Aphrodite is true to form and makes Eris wait an extra 25 minutes
for her to get ready."
Quickly taking a shower and dressing they stop over the bed where
Joxer is still asleep. Carefully they both lean in and kiss Joxer
goodbye.
As they are about to go, Joxer suddenly rears up off the bed and
grabs the first hand that he sees, pulling the body toward him
without opening his eyes he gives the person a long thorough
kiss. "G'morning Strife, he says with his eyes still closed.
Smiling ruefully Strife gets up off the bed as Joxer hands out his
hands to Cupid. Looking at each other Cupid nods to Strife and
Strife once again takes Joxer's hands and allows Joxer to kiss him.
Joxer returns the kiss and still with his eyes closed.
"I `preciated the second kiss Strife but it was Cupid I held out
for." Joxer mumbles.
Laughing out loud Cupid jumps on top of Joxer and starts to kiss the
top of his head. Using his hands to frame Joxer's face Cupid asks
Joxer, who still has his eyes closed. "How could you tell the
difference between me and Strife if your eyes are closed?"
"The same way I could tell the difference in the dark no matter
which one of you grab me." Reaching out a hand with his eyes still
closed, "I told you guys before, you both taste different." And with
that he kisses Cupid goodbye and pushes him off him.
"Now go on you guys, Eris and Aphrodite are waiting for you, and
after that little bit of morning exercise, you guys are going to be
late. And by the way…I know… and…. I'm not upset… about it……. I love
you two too. Anyway Ares really is coming over here in a little
while and I do need to sleep so shoo."
And with that Joxer turns over and falls promptly back to sleep.
Cupid and Strife stare at each other as they realize what Joxer was
really letting them know. In unison they both jump back on the bed
and cover the protesting Joxer with hurried kisses and quickly leap
up.
"Bye Joxer," they both yell as they hurry through the door and burst
out laughing as a pillow sails past them. Giving each other a quick
kiss, they both almost run over somebody as they sail out the door.
`Sorry' comes the mumbled reply from the body that Cupid steadies
with his hands to keep from falling.
"Res?" At the disgruntled look, "I mean Ares is that you?" Strife
asks the hooded figure, and then proceeds to push the hood off the
covered face.
Pushing Cupid's hands away from him Ares straightens up and grins at
both Cupid and Strife. "Tough night huh?" he asks inclining his head
towards the house and letting out a yawn.
"No tougher than usual." Cupid answers back.
Looking at Strife who is the more energetic, then at Cupid who is
the more inventive; "Did you leave him one piece?"
Laughing, "Of course we did Res," Strife says with a grin at the
dirty look that Ares sends his way, "but you might want to let him
sleep a while and feed him first."
Looking at his watch Cupid grabs Strife's shoulder and starts to
push him down the stairs, "We really would like to stay and talk
Ares, but the girls are at our place and unless we want them here we
better make a move on. And Ares, I'd suggest you get some sleep too,
you look like shit. Remember what Justin told Brian… `I have youth
on my side, I could spend the whole night fucking and still look
good in the morning."
At the grimace that appears on both Strife and Ares's face, Cupid
levels both of them a look and says, "Well it went something like
that." At the smirks he gets from both of them he goes along to tell
them "Well bite me."
As Strife and Ares both go to say something he stares at
them, "Don't say it either one of you, or I hope that you both have
good memories because it would be the last time it happens. Bye"
looking directly at Ares "Res" and he then proceeds to push a
laughing Strife to the last step and down the carwalk.
"Wish we could stay" Strife shouts back, "but you know just how Eris
and Aphrodite gets, and I don't think that you guys would want the
interruption considering you had to work last night."
Nodding in understanding Ares opens the front door and waves goodbye
at the retreating figures of Cupid and Strife. Looking at them he
starts to laugh as a distant memory starts to surface of the time
that `the girls' Athena, Aphrodite and Eris had come looking
for `the boys'. The four of them, Cupid, Strife, Joxer and himself
had to do some fast moving that would have had made Flash jealous to
make it to various rooms in the house by the time it took Athena to
open the front door and let in Eris and Aphrodite in.
He shrugs his shoulders in reflex when he thinks back to the time
that they came in the back door and caught him and Joxer in the
shower. Which in itself was not conspicuous, but had the girls them
come by a few minutes earlier they would have been treated to a full
on gay orgy with Cupid and Strife in the mix which would have
invited questions that none of them had answers to.
Looking up at the stairs he debates whether to first go up and kiss
Joxer good morning or start breakfast. Knowing Strife and Cupid as
he does, he realizes that Joxer might sleep for a few more hours.
And seeing that Athena had called him late last night to let him
know that her and her father would be out of town for the day he
makes his way upstairs removing his clothes as he does.
By the time he makes it to Joxer's room he is naked and he leans
against the door to watch Joxer sleep. Walking into the room he
closes the bathroom door then returns to the bedroom door and locks
it. Walking over towards the phone he picks it up and turns of the
ringer. Just to make sure that no one disturbs Joxers sleep.
Thankful that it is the weekend and Joxer has no school that day he
walks over to the bed. Joxer suddenly sits up in the bed and holds
out his hand towards him. Walking over, Ares again marvels at how
Joxer while still sleeping could be aware that he is in the room and
exactly where he is located.
As if reading his mind Joxer announces, "I told you before, I'd know
your scent anywhere, now hop in the bed I'm sleepy and I won't get
back to sleep until you're with me."
Dropping on the bed Ares moves the duvet of the side of the bed.
Crawling under Joxer reaches over and kisses him. "Morning" he
mumbles and proceeds to fall back asleep. That is another thing that
Joxer does that amazes Ares. The ability he has to fall right into
deep sleep so quickly that one thinks that he is playing a joke
still amazes him.
"G'morning too, Joxer," Ares says as he kisses Joxer tenderly on the
forehead, cradles him in his arms and falls asleep.
~~~***~~~
"What took you guys so long?" Eris asks Cupid and Strife the minute
they walk through the door.
"We've been waiting over 20 minutes for you guys." Aphrodite
interjects as she goes to refill her glass of juice. "OJ, anyone?"
she asks swinging the pitcher around the room.
Getting no response she replaces the juice in the refrigerator and
walks over to the coffee machine. Opening up the cupboard she gets
down two mugs, fill them with coffee and places one in front of
Strife who was sitting at the table and hands the other to Cupid who
is still standing up.
Smiling at her, Cupid and Strife each raise their cups to her in
thanks. "Little Ms. Polly home-maker, O how I thank you."
Throwing a toast at him, "Oh shut up Strife, next time get your own
damned coffee."
"Sorry Aphrodite, but you have to admit, you bringing men coffee, it
just isn't you."
"What are you talking about, I always brought Joxer his coffee first
thing in the morning, even before he gets out of bed, he's a real
bitch or sleepy head depending on how his night went without it."
Looking at each other, Strife and Cupid exchange silent glances.
They both had experiences with Joxer first thing in the morning and
they had to agree, he really could be a Queen Bitch or total Sleepy
Head without his morning cup of coffee.
Leaning on the table, "So you guys, what made you spend the night by
Joxer," raising her right eyebrow and grinning like a Cheshire Cat
that was her trademark, "did you invite any girls over and have a
night of pure unadulterated, illegal in 50 states kinda fun?"
"No Eris, my dad cancelled our fishing trip and I went over there
because Athena called and said that she and her dad were staying
over a night in the big city so I decided to make it a sleep over
since Cupid had stopped by after school."
Munching on a toast, "Why didn't you guys call us, me and Aphrodite
would have come over."
Walking over to where Eris is sitting Cupid takes the toast out of
her hand and starts to eat it. "Because you said earlier that day
that you had to watch the shop and Aphrodite had spent the whole day
shopping so we knew that she would be tired."
Grabbing her toast back from Cupid, "Oh…..well ah….um"
"What's the matter Ris?"
"Nothing," and with that she gets up and runs out the kitchen. The
three of them stare at each other in bewilderment as they hear her
run up the stairs followed seconds later by the sound of a door
slamming.
Resting down her glass, Aphrodite brushes her hands on her jeans and
pushes herself off from the counter. Looking in the direction of the
stairs, "You guys think I should check on her?"
"Maybe you should, by the way, where are my parents?"
Pausing on her way out the kitchen, "your mom had an appointment and
your dad had to do something or the other with his boat, they both
said that they would be back around 1."
Moving from where is standing so he could watch Aphrodite walk up
the stairs Cupid double checks then he slowly moves towards Strife
with a devilish look oh his face. Shaking his head at him Strife
says, "No."
Raising a brow, "Why not?"
Reaching out to pull Cupid to him, he motions for Cupid to sit on
the table in front of him. Moving his hands up and down Cupid's
legs, "not when either Aphrodite or Eris can walk in on us any
moment."
Trailing a finger down Strife's right cheek, "But that's part of the
thrill."
Looking him straight in the eye, "It might be, but do you really
feel like explaining to both of our ex-girlfriends why we are now
lovers. I mean it is confusing enough to Eris that we both have
stopped trying to tear out each others throats, but you try
explaining to her how we went from making war to making love."
"We might not need to explain all of that to her, just say that we
had a change of heart."
Reaching and caressing Cupid's face with his thumb, "I love your
naiveté sometimes, but I think that she would need a little more
explanation than we had a change of heart."
Pushing Strife's hand away and shoving himself off the table, "I am
just so tired of the sneaking around and the lies and the
pretending." Looking at Strife, "remember that was what got you and
me in trouble the first go around you were not honest to me about
your feelings for Sandra.
Walking over to Cupid and encircling him from the back, "I told you
before," nibbling on his ears and getting a sigh for his
rewards, "I'm sorry about how I handled the whole Sandra issue. It
was just that with you and me finally getting over the whole Eris
fiasco, I didn't want anything to break our tenuous try at
rebuilding our friendship."
Turning Cupid around, "Don't you know that you are the most
important person in my life," planting a soft kiss on Cupids
mouth. "You are the reason why I am still in Olympia and not on some
god forsaken island somewhere as a deck hand for the rich and
famous." Pulling Cupid into his embrace he turns Cupid's head back
when he tries to look the other way.
"You are my everything, and every time that I about the times that I
hurt you it makes me want to curl up and die, the thought that for
months I had you in pain eats at me everyday. So I'll say it again,
I am sorry about the Sandra and the Eris situation, and I love you."
Wrapping his arms around Strife's neck and bringing in his face so
close that he could smell the coffee on Strife's breath and air
coming in and out of his body, "Strife, I already told you before, I
forgive you, because you forgave me for being a self-righteous jerk.
And I am not saying all of this to hear you reaffirm how much I mean
to you. I get that. What I am saying is that I am tired of hiding
who I am and what we are to each other from the rest of the world."
"Think about it Strife, Joxer and Ares may get a few looks, raise a
few eyebrows, get called `back-door robbing chi-chi men' and even
get threatened by homophobic closeted anal retentive fags, but at
least they don't have to hide who they are. There are people out
there that accept them for who they are, they don't have to hide
their love, why do we?"
Resting his head on Strife's shoulder Cupid tries to stop the tears
that are threatening to spill at any moment. Rubbing Cupid back with
a circular pattern Strife tries to calm him down when he feels Cupid
body slowly start to shake.
"That's because the world is filled with ignorant assholes that
should be spaded to prevent them from procreating and bringing more
idiots in this world," comes a voice from the direction of the
kitchen door.
Walking over to Cupid who has yet to look up from his position on
Strife's shoulder, "And until you are ready to tell your folks and
Eris what is going on and take on the scorn that is apart of Joxer
and Ares' every day life then I'm sorry you will have to hide and
sneak around."
Cupid starts to muffle something into Strife's shoulder. Nudging his
shoulder so that Cupid looks up. "What did you say?"
Looking at Aphrodite. "Why does everything have to be so difficult?"
Sitting down at the table Aphrodite takes a sip of Cupids' abandoned
coffee, making a face, she gets up, pours the remnants of the coffee
down the drain and pours herself a fresh cup. Walking back over to
the table she looks at both Strife and Cupid who are still in each
other's arms. "Cupid until you tell everybody, that goes for you too
Strife, until you guys tell everyone, you are doomed to the creeping
game."
Moving his arms around Cupid until he is in the back of him, Strife
backs back until his hips are leaning against the counter. Pulling
Cupid back until he is secure in his arms Strife rests his chin on
Cupid's shoulder. "Where is Eris?"
Looking towards the stairs, "yeah where is Eris?" Cupid asks a
busily staring into a coffee cup Aphrodite.
Without looking up, "Oh she went home."
"When."
"While you two were lost in your little world of each other. She
came downstairs saw you two, listened for a while then she left."
Pushing out of Strife's arms. "No shit, you're lying," running both
his hands through his hair he looks at Aphrodite with a startled
look on his face. "Tell me you are lying Aphrodite."
Looking Cupid square in the eye without a trace of humour on her
face. "I'm serious, she left, I told you guys months ago to tell her
what was going on between the two of you and Joxer.."
"Don't forget Ares." Strife interrupts her.
Raising her hand towards Strife, "thanks Strife," looking at Cupid
again who is looking at the two of them as if they each had sprouted
a third head. Wagging a finger admonishingly, "let's not forget
Ares."
"Shit, shit, shit.."
"Language, language, Cupid…"
Looking down at the floor he starts to pace up and down the
kitchen. "Oh shit Aphrodite, this is not the time for Ms. Manners,……
fuck….fuck…fuck…"
"Damn Cupid, chill out, I was only joking."
Looking up at Aphrodite then at a laughing Strife who is so far-gone
that he actually slid down to floor and was in the process of
gulping for air. "Screw you both."
"You already did." They both reply in unison which has Strife
laughing all over again.
Walking over to the kitchen door he opens it and holds onto the
door. Looking at both Aphrodite and Strife. "GET OUT."
"Homo say what?" Strife asks.
"I think homo says get out." Aphrodite answers him.
~~~~*****~~~~
Waking up, Ares tried to take in his surroundings. His sleep-blurred
eyes finally focus on the picture of him, Joxer, Cupid and Strife
that seemed to be peering at him from its perch on the nightstand.
Glancing at the clock, he surmised that he had slept for about 4
hours as it was rapidly approaching one o'clock. Groaning slightly
at the ache in his right arm, he gently pulls it out from under
Joxer and flexes it a little.
Sniffing around the room as a ripe scent hits the air, he turns up
his nose in disgust as he realizes that the tangy odour was coming
from him. Taking a quick look at Joxer who is still sound asleep he
reaches over and plants a soft kiss on his slightly parted lips.
Making his way over to the bathroom he takes one more look at Joxer
then goes to take a shower. Adjusting the shower to nearly scalding,
Ares closes his eyes and goes under the spray of water that massages
his aching muscles willing them to relax.
Taking the soap that is reminiscent of Joxer, he quickly lathers up
while thinking about how he and Jox were going to explain things to
Strife and Cupid.
He had a feeling that things were about to change and in some ways
maybe for the better but it couldn't stop the feeling that things
were going to change for the worst.
First the Eris thing, then the him and Joxer thing. `Good thing we
aren't in Kansas' he muses to himself, at least this state has very
liberal sexual conduct laws that really bordered on the BDSM motto
of once it was safe, sane and consensual and once it was done in an
appropriate place, it was fine.
Turning around to rinse the suds of his body, trailing his hands
down to rub against his flat abs Ares hand inadvertently brushes
against his shaft that is sprouting a morning hard on even though it
is well after noon.
Grabbing the bar of soap again Ares rubs briskly until he has a hand
full of suds. Using his right hand for balance he takes a hold of
his erection and pulls down hard. Gritting his teeth at the pain he
slowly takes a few deep breaths to calm his body down.
Finally succeeding he reaches for a towel to dry himself off taking
care not to touch any area around his semi-erect cock. Wrapping the
towel around his waist he walks into the bedroom and is surprised to
see that Joxer is awake and sitting at the edge of the bed with a
smirk on his face.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"How was work?"
Shrugging his shoulders. "Same old same old."
"Hades behaved himself?"
Smiling ruefully, "Nah, said he wanted to run off with me."
"Need help packing?"
Looking Joxer in the eye, "Nah, said he wanted to keep naked with my
ass or dick in the air at all times.
"So what are you doing here?"
"Oh nothing, came by to return something to you."
"What?"
Smiling at the twinkle in his boyfriends' eyes, "Your towel."
"What towel?"
Starting to loose the towel he has wrapped around his waist. "This
one."
"So you came to return a towel that you met here."
Walking towards Joxer until he is standing right in front of him.
Tilting back his head when it stayed too focused on his crotch
instead of his face. "Yeah, ya have a problem with that?"
"No, just waiting to see when you're going to give it to me."
"Soon."
"Why not now."
"Cause then it will be dirty."
"A little dirt never killed no one."
"Says who?"
"Aunt Gaia."
Rubbing his face in groin area directly in his view and smiling as
he feels Ares' cock twitching. "Nice woman, great cook too."
Joxer tilts his head back up to look at Ares, giving the hardened
member a quick cloth covered kiss at the sigh Ares lets out when he
stopped massaging it with his head.
"You do realize that talking about my great aunt cooking during
foreplay is a sick thing right?"
Looking at Joxer incredulously. "This is foreplay?"
"Yeah."
"Me talking about how I am running away with another man is
foreplay?"
"Yeah."
"So I guess if I fucked him, it would send you through the moon." As
soon as the words left his mouth Ares wished he could take them back
as shock, horror, hurt, regret and anger war for dominance on
Joxers' face. Hurt wins, as Ares knows it would and he backs off
until he is again leaning against the doorsill.
Looking outside at the sun that is peeking through the trees. "I'm
sorry Joxer, you know that I did not mean that. I would never, ever
do anything like that to you, you must know that."
Saddened eyes meet his. "Unlike me you mean."
"No, I didn't say that. Don't put words in my mouth."
"Then how did you mean it?"
"Like nothing okay." Looking over at Joxer. "Just forget it, I
didn't mean it, I didn't say it."
"We're going to have to talk about it one of these days you know.
We're not children, closing our eyes and covering our ears won't
make this go away."
"You don't think I know that. Don't you think I fucking know that? I
wish that it would, then I would get rid off all these damn images
in my head that just won't let me forget."
"I said I'm sorry `Res…" flinching back as though he was struck by
the look that Ares gives him.
"I told you never again, don't ever call me that again."
Standing up with tears rolling down his eyes. "I'm so soar…."
"Sorry doesn't feed the bull-frog my dear."
"So Hades really not behaving himself?" Ares gives Joxer a startled
look at the abrupt change in topic.
Smiling gratefully and silently communicating with his lover `I love
you.' Nah, still says he knows 306 ways to suck a dick and he wants
me to help him find 307."
Not missing the quick flash of anger that crosses his lover's face,
Ares quickly adds, "But I told him that I already had someone who
knew the way to my heart so numbers and positions didn't matter."
Looking quickly up at Ares to see if he was just humouring him, his
scowl quickly turns to a laugh as he sees the bashful look on the
big mans face. Taking a deep breath and walking over to where Ares
is standing Joxer gathers him into his arms.
"I don't know what came over me." At the snort from Ares Joxer gives
him a tight squeeze to let him know that he was being serious.
"It' just that, I ….. I … I mean look at you." Moving off to pace
the room he suddenly spins back around to look at Ares who is now
lounging against the door sill. "You're a fucking Greek statue come
to life. I mean.." taking a deep breath trying to bring his
breathing under control.
Running his trembling hand through his hair, "Fuck, if we lived
during ancient times you would be worshipped as a God."
Letting the towel drop to the floor he walks over to Joxer, "I know
I have something for you to worship."
"I'm serious here Ares."
"So am I. I am standing here in front of my boyfriend with my cock
sticking out dying for you to pet it or suck it, hell for you to
fuck…… for you to do something and all you want to do is either
start a fight or act like some type of jealous bi….."
"Don't you dare say it Ares." Joxer warns.
Chest raising and falling rapidly Ares takes one look at Joxer and
starts to put some clothes on. "You know Joxer," he says halfway out
of breath as he is bending down tying his laces as he is looking up
at the boy who has yet to move.
"All I wanted to do was come over and sleep in the arms of the one
person in this world I love more than everything and maybe if I was
lucky catch a good fuck, but you with all your guilt and shit, you
couldn't even fucking give me that could you. Shit. Why does it
always have to be about what you want? Why can't you ever just have
it be about me."
Getting up and walking until he is standing right in front of
him. "I don't want to talk about it. Not now maybe not never and if
that makes me childish then slap on a diaper, and call me Baby cause
that is what I want right now. I want you, no past, no guilt and
recriminations just you."
"Why can't you give me that? Don't you get it, I've lived through
it, I don't need to talk it over to feel better, you do, but it's
your guilt, don't give that burden to me to carry with you. I'm
outta here."
Joxer reaches out a hand to hold out to Ares but lets it drop back
at the withering look that he receives. "Where are you going?"
"To Hades, maybe he'll screw me, since obviously you won't."
"Score one for you Ares, if it was your desire to aim, shoot and
hurt you succeeded. NOW, where are you going."
"I don't know, and right now I don't care."
"I love you."
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I know you do." Walking
over and kissing the despondent boy on the verge of tears softly on
the lips. "I love you too. Always have, always will, but right now…."
Putting his finger to Ares lips to silence him. "I know….go."
Pulling Joxer to him Ares gives him a bone-crushing hug lets go and
quickly exits the room without looking back. A few seconds later
Joxer hears the front door open and shut.
Walking over to the telephone he reconnects it and dials a
number. "He's on his way, take care of him."
Sitting back on his bed looking confusingly at the cordless in his
hands Iolaus is at odds with what to do.
Lying back and closing his eyes in frustration he wishes it wasn't
so hard. He wishes his best friends' boyfriend wasn't so stupid as
to screw around on the one person who would give the moon for him.
He wished his parents would understand that he would never follow in
his fathers footsteps and be a classical musician when the lure of
the tennis court called to him like a mystical siren. And most of
all, he wished his stupid heart would get a clue and not fall for
the straightest guy ever born. Snorting at his dumb luck, he gets up
out of bed when he hears the doorbell ring.
Knowing its Althea's day off and that Kristoffen would let the
doorbell ring until the cows came home, he rushes out of his room,
shouting an "I'll get it" ignoring his mothers' disapproving tsking
when he passes the drawing room in a rush, 'mother always felt that
moving fast unless there was danger directly in the back of you was
a sure sign of poor breeding.'
Opening the door he cannot help but smile at the forlorn creature
standing in front of him with such abject misery pouring off of him.
Smiling slightly and opening his arms wide, a slight 'umph' is
forced from his chest by the power of the bigger body slamming into
him.
Patting down the wavy hair and slightly adjusting so the person's
face is now buried in his neck. "It's alright, it'll be okay,
whatever it is, I'm here now" he crones.
Taking a deep breath and moving back from him, the boy smiles
bashfully at Iolaus, smirking back, "come on" he tells the still
silent boy, "lets go to my room."
They are halfway up the stairs when Iolaus hears his mother ask "Who
is it dear?"
"Its just Ares mom."
"Ares, Ares, is that you?"
"Yes Mrs. Circe."
"How are you doing dear?"
"Alright ma'am."
"That's good dear, don't want to keep you boys long, Ares tell your
mother don't forget about the bridge game tomorrow, it's been
cancelled for tonight."
"I won't ma'am,"
"Such a good boy, I know you won't, so you and Iolaus go on up and
try not to study too hard okay?"
"We'll try not to ma'am"
"Alright dear, oh by the way Iolaus," she says coming out of the
sitting room looking at her watch, "I just remembered that I have a
hair appointment today, so I won't be back in time for dinner, so
you boys just have something and I'll see you tonight when I reach
home."
Walking down the stairs, he gives his mother the perfunctionary kiss
on the cheek, "We'll order pizza mom, don't worry?"
Wrinkling her nose, "Pizza, really Iolaus, you are what you eat, and
why would you..."
"You'll be late mom."
"Oh, oh yes, I must go, but please Iolaus, pizza, at least have an
iced tea and not that soda foolishness to go with it."
Rolling his eyes, "We will mother."
Tapping his cheek, "you are such a good boy, well see you later
Ares, goodday boys."
Watching his mother walk out the door Iolaus gives Ares a 'what
could you do' look.
When Iolaus reaches him back on the stairs as they continue onto his
room, "she does realize that its the weekend right?"
Iolaus shrugs his shoulders.
"And that it isn't even lunchtime much less dinnertime right?"
Opening his door and flopping onto his bed, "Ares how long have you
known me?" Iolaus asks.
"Too long." is the reply.
"And in that time, has my mother ever been aware of what day, time
or anything unless it specifically concerns her?"
"Nope, not that I can remember."
"So take it from me" he continues, "to her, it is close to dinner
time, and tomorrow is a school day."
The matter of fact way that he says this causes Ares to shake his
head in silent sympathy, "Dude and I thought my parents were weird."
tbc