Hades and His Lover (Pt. 10)

A note on Thanatos: I am pretty much making up a lot about his character. If you want the TRUTH on him, he has a Wikipedia page, or you can look him up on Google. I am taking a mix of my own imagination, and the actuality of the deity. Don’t get TO attached to him, as I am not sure if I will be bringing him back later (unless you like him!).

Part Ten

James looked up from where he was pressing a stack of shirts near the closet.
“I take it that your trip didn’t turn out as well as you had hoped?” The tone of his voice irked me, but I let it go. After a couple of hundred years with him acting as my manservant, he had taken a few liberties in the way he spoke to me. Marius would never have dreamed to speak to me the way that James did. And that really just made me miss him all the more.
“No, it didn’t.”
“So, is what Hermes said true? Is he sleeping with the mortal boy?”
“Yes,” I couldn’t stop the bite in my voice as I picked myself up from the ground where I had fallen. The portal had closed again now. It would take work and time to open it, and I had already wasted enough of both for the day. Arguing with Marius would have to wait for some other time.
“What happened while I was gone?” I asked, brushing the traces of dust from my clothes.
“The Fates arrived a few minutes ago, I told them that you had a matter you were taking care of. Thanatos is also here and has made himself comfortable in one of the lower chambers. He doesn’t seem very pleased, might I add.”
“Thanatos is never pleased, James.” I retorted, running my fingers through my hair. “Do I look presentable?” I wasn’t sure why I was worried about making a good impression on the Fates, or even Thanatos, but was I was.
“You look fine –a little perturbed, but you’re having a hard time. They know that.” James set down the iron and moved from behind the laundry stacks to straighten my collar. “Relax.”
“How can I relax when I am going to ask these people to kill someone? If Zeus finds out, he isn’t going to be pleased. He handpicked Jacob for Marius. There was obviously some underhanded reason for it. If I have him killed, he’s going to be furious.”
“If you don’t feel that it is right, then don’t do it, sir.” James shook his head. “I know you feel as though Marius is being taken from you, but I don’t really think that that is the case. Zeus was looking out for his best interests –and you did give him permission to move on, several months ago.”
“That’s besides the point. He told me he would rather die then go to someone else. I believed him and perhaps I was foolish to do so.”
“Pardon me for saying so, but I don’t understand why are you so hung up on him. You had many millennia together, you should be happy with that.”
“I am happy with that, James. But I don’t want our millenniums together to end. Why should they end? He confessed he still loves me, James. That’s a step in the right direction, isn’t it?”
“I think this is a mistake, Hades.” James confessed, shaking his head, smoothing the sleeves of my shirt, and looking down at our feet. “You…you don’t have this kind of power over everyone. You don’t have much left to give up. How much is it going to take before you’re done?”
“As much as it takes, James. Please, don’t lecture me.”
“I don’t mean to lecture you.” James sighed, his fingers tightening around my shoulders. “But please…realize that you aren’t the only one being hurt here.”
I narrowed my eyes at him slightly, “What are you talking about?”
“When you go off on these tirades because of Marius, you aren’t the only person affected.”
“I know that.”
“It…it affects those of us under you, too.” James looked down, his hands sliding down my arms, pausing at my wrists before he pulled his hands away. “I…I know I’m not Marius, Hades. But if you need anything, there are those here that you can ask.”
I tilted my head to the side slightly, “Excuse me, James?”
“You heard me,” He nodded. “I’m not repeating myself.”
“I think you’re being a little…premature with your advances. Don’t you agree?”
“Not at all,” he shrugged. “I’m telling you what you need to know. You can have fun having Marius’s new lover murdered, but doing that isn’t going to bring Marius back here any faster. He is gone. He isn’t coming back. Not for a long time at any rate, and you can’t decide when he comes back or not. That’s Zeus’s right, as much as you hate to admit it.”
“We’ll continue this discussion later, James.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t want to keep the Fates and Thanatos waiting any longer.”
“Yes sir,” he nodded, backing away to the ironing board again.
I paused for an extra moment to watch him go back to work before I made my way out of the door.

The Fates, looking as wretched as they ever had with their single eyeball, thread, and scissors, were not amused with my plan.
“We are not going to prematurely end a mortals life just because of your jealousy,” Clothos voice was heavy and unfeeling.
“It’s preposterous,” Lachesis agreed. “Especially to rid the new world of such a pretty boy such as Jacob…” She turned their single eye on me, and I felt as though she could see into my very being. “Perhaps you would rather we did something about Marius’s life-thread instead?” She picked up a gold thread that was tied to her belt.
“What are you talking about?”
“It is not a secret here, Hades, that contrary to popular belief that we, the Fates, have nearly unlimited power… Would you like for us to take away his immortality? Turn him back into a human; turn him back into a shade?”
“No, I don’t want that. I’m happy with Marius just the way that he is.”
“No you aren’t,” Atropos shook her head. “Ever since he has become a fellow god, your life has been miserable. First having to share him with Zeus, then the apocalypse and this new earth where he is the godly voice to human kind… You never see him anymore. You hate that. You thought that it would be better if you left him, tried to start something with your new manservant, with James…but James wasn’t as openly receptive as Marius was.”
“Shut up, you know nothing.”
“We know everything,” Atropos shrugged. “We know that you have invited Thanatos here as well as us, incase we told you no. You plan on hiring him to go to earth, wooing the mortal boy and bringing him back here to you, where you will punish him eternally. We also know that you have no hope of hiding this from Marius. Marius does not love this boy, Hades, but he will fight for him. That is why we are saying no to end his life before it is time.”
“Fine,” I nodded. “Thank you for coming and hearing me out at least.”
“It’s our job to listen to your whims, Hades…Maybe another time we can come to a common ground, but right now…be happy just the way that things are. You’ll thank us for it later,” The three of them laughed in unison and then disappeared in a swirling puff of smoke just as Thanatos entered from behind.
“You wanted to see me?” Thanatos wasn’t exactly what you might expect from a God of the Dead. He differed from Fates and I in a few ways. Firstly, he resided mostly on earth and of his own accord. While the Fates ended lives on their scheduled meter, and Thanatos was almost their lackey and carried a list that continuously updated. The names oftentimes swam, switching places, and Thanatos had to keep sense of just who it was that he had to deliver back to the Underworld. Sometimes I thought that he resented me, acting as an Angel of Death for the benefit of my massive kingdom. He looked young, even though he remained centuries old. His eyes shone a bright blue, and his hair was shoulder-length, thick, slightly curled at the ends, and black in color.
“Yes, I did. Please, sit.”
The heavy coat he wore rustled, reminding me of his massive wingspan he hid, “No thanks. I’ll stand.” His hands shoved into his pockets and he stared at me. “What do you want? I have a job too, you know.”
“I know he isn’t dead yet,” I turned to pour two glasses of wine. “But I want you to pick up someone for me.”
“Oh?” Thanatos took the goblet from my hand but didn’t drink from it.
“You may have heard that Marius is residing on earth as a supreme word of the gods,” I rolled my eyes. “He has a servant boy…I want him gone.”
“So you called me?” Thanatos looked at the goblet, mulling over the idea of drinking it before he looked back up at me. “The Fates aren’t going to play your game this time, I take it? Then why should I cooperate?”
“Just because they won’t end his life, doesn’t mean that you can’t still kidnap him and bring him to me.”
“Planning on taking a page out of Zeus’s book, are you? Planning a bit of torture? Make the poor boy scream until the Fates have no other choice but to end it for him?”
“Maybe…you’ve got lots of good ideas.” I took a seat, leaning back against the wearing plush upholstery. “Perhaps you’d care to join in on the game when you bring him to me?”
“I never said I would bring him to you,” Thanatos shook his head. “If the Fates have said no, then I should say no too. The affairs of the gods aren’t my business.”
“I can reward you,” I tempted, sipping at the edge of my own goblet. “The wine isn’t poisoned or anything –you can drink it.”
“I’m not very thirsty. Tell me more about the reward.”
“What do you want?” I asked. “Money, jewels, land, recognition…”
“I don’t want any of that…why would I need any of that? I’m a fucking god.” Thanatos scoffed, setting the goblet down on the table near my chair. “I want something more.”
“A deal?”
“I’ve walked earth for millions of years. I had to gather every single fucking soul after the apocalypse. I want a few days of rest. They don’t realize it, but everything…everything that dies has to be collected. People, animals, plants…every living being.”
“I’m sorry,” I shrugged.
“Take over for me, or find someone who will. Two days, Hades, is all that I ask for.”
“Even if you did get two days off, what would you do?”
He smiled slightly, “I would sleep.”
My eyes narrowed slightly, “Is that a reference to your brother?”
“It could be, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him,” He nodded. “But I look forward simply to resting. Standing here like this is the most relax I have been in years.”
I tilted my head to the side, “I’ll do you one better…What if I told you that you never had to work again a day in your life.”
“I think I might go crazy if that were the case. I’m not complaining about my duty…I simply need to take a break from it.”
“Then do that… Run your own sanction of reapers. I’ll give you your own choice of shades, instill the necessary power in them. You can relax more often. Be with your brother.”
“All that, just for delivering a mortal to you? What has this mortal done?”
“He took Marius from me.” I spoke matter-of-factly.
“Ah,” He nodded knowingly. “Marius, of course, I should have guessed as much. How is he coping, living and breathing with the humans?”
“I don’t know, he isn’t really speaking to me.” I shrugged. “That isn’t what we’re here to discuss. Will you do this for me in exchange for a faction of reapers?”
“Sure,” Thanatos nodded, his wings rustling underneath his jacket again. “I’ll kidnap the mortal for you. When do you want him?”
“As soon as possible,” I shrugged.
“You’ll have him within the hour then.”
“I look forward to it,” I smiled, and watched him down the goblet of wine before setting it down on the table and disappearing from the room.
True to his word, not more then an hour later, Thanatos dumped a very scared looking Jacob from his bag of tricks.
“There’s a group of shades waiting for you in the next room,” I told him, looking away from Jacob for a moment. “You make take your pick from them. There are further instructions on the table as you walk into the room.”
“How many are you allowing me?” Thanatos raised an eyebrow. “He wasn’t easy to get, you know.”
“I know,” I nodded. “Would five be adequate?”
“Five would be perfect,” He nodded.
“There’s also a room for you upstairs. James will show you the way when you’re ready.” I watched him stride from the room before I turned back on Jacob, who was cowering.
“I take it you realize who I am.” I crossed my arms over my chest, looking down at him.
“Y-yes…wh-why am I here? Am I dead?”
“No, unfortunately,” I sighed, taking a seat. “The Fates wouldn’t agree to kill you, much to my own dismay.”
“Why would you want me killed?” He sounded astonished.
I raised an eyebrow, “Are you seriously asking that question? You bewitch my lover into bed with you—“
“There was no bewitching! I had almost given up hope on being Marius’s lover! He approached me!”
“Lies!” I retorted. “Why would he do that?”
“Why would you tell him that he should go to me if you didn’t want him to? And now you’re planning on punishing me for your own mistake.”
“You have a lot of cheek,” His face turned as though I had slapped him, even though he still cowered across the room. His cheek turned red and he lifted his eyes to mine.
“I don’t mean disrespect,” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“Yes you do.” I stood up from the chair, striding across the room to him, and lifting him up by his throat. His fingers clutched at mine as I lifted him, and I felt him gulp under my palm. “You may be able to talk to Marius like you are equals or something, but I am a supreme deity. I will not hesitate to crush your body into a million little pieces, just to see if you’ll survive it. I would love nothing more at this moment then to torture you to the death until the Fates can no longer ignore your pain and cut your life thread just to put you out of your own fucking misery.” His eyes widened slightly, and I released his throat, dropping him back on to the floor. He fell to his knees, coughing and gasping for air.
“You aren’t like this,” He shook his head. “Marius could never love you if you were really like this.”
“Marius isn’t here,” I shrugged. “Gods and change, just like people do.”
“And you’re not a person?”
“I’m better then a person,” I strode back to my chair, leaning back into it.
“Look, I didn’t mean to offend you by sleeping with Marius. I was just doing what Zeus ordered me to do.”
“And what makes you think that Zeus is qualified to give that kind of an order, Jacob?” My head tilted to the side. “Do you hear stories about Zeus and Marius falling in love? Living a life in secret together for thousands of years? No, you hear about him kidnapping him, raping him, and holding him hostage three months out of the year.”
Jacob’s face flushed red, and he looked away, “I’m sorry. I was just…I was excited. It seemed like a good opportunity.”
“Tell me…is he happy?”
“Marius?”
“Yes, of course Marius.”
Jacob shrugged, “He seems content, I guess. I don’t know if you would call him truly happy though.”
I nodded, “Do you make him happy?”
“I try to,” He shrugged again.
I stood up again, moving over to a cupboard, and withdrew a mirror from it. I turned back to him, “I’ll let you go…but if something happens to him, anything at all…I want to know about it. You can use this to communicate with me.” I pushed the mirror into his hands. “Any time, and I mean that.”
He nodded, “Okay.”
“Does Marius know that you’re gone?”
“I…I don’t know. I was alone when I was taken.”
“You may return then. Use this portal.” I brushed aside a billowing curtain where a portal was already waiting. “Don’t tell Marius you were here. Don’t tell him you spoke to me.”
“…That…that’s it? You aren’t going to punish me?”
“Like you said, I’m not that kind of person.” I pushed him through the portal and dropped the curtain back over it.
“How touching,” Thanatos had returned. “You let him go without laying a hand on him. I am almost disappointed in you, Hades. I thought you had it in you to make his life a living hell.”
“Marius likes him. I’ll let him live for now.” I shrugged. “What can I help you with Thanatos?”
“I couldn’t find your manservant, so I was wondering if perhaps the man of the house would be willing to do something as mundane as showing a guest to his room.”
“Of course,” I nodded. “I’d be happy to, Thanatos.”
He followed slightly behind me as I led him out of my meeting chamber and up the winding staircase towards the out-of-the-way room I had arranged for him.
Thanatos looked appreciatively around the room before taking a seat on the large, ornate, four-post bed.
“Classy,” He whistled.
“It is just one of the many rooms Marius and I redecorated during our…renovation years.”
“How long as it been? Since you’ve been with Marius, I mean.”
“He left about a year and a half ago.”
“But you’ve seen him since then,” Thanatos pressed on.
I smiled softly, “We made love once since then, if that’s what you’re really asking me. About three months ago.”
“And you got jealous because Marius slept, willingly, with another man, before you got the chance to move on. Is that right?”
“I never thought he would.”
“But you had plans for yourself.”
“I got lonely rather quickly. But I didn’t want to betray him. I do love him, but…I needed someone. Anyone.”
“And did you find your someone?” Thanatos slid his jacket from his shoulders, letting his huge black wings stretch out for the first time. He lay out the jacket on the foot of the bed before leaning down to untie his boots.
“I thought so. I thought it would be easy to find another lover, but it really isn’t. I loved Marius so much, for so many years…I forgot how to conduct myself.”
“It’s not hard,” Thanatos shook his head. “You just have to make your feelings clear.”
“Oh? And what do you know of love, Thanatos?”
“I know a lot more then I get credit for.”
“You know, I always got the feeling from you, that you didn’t like me.” I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him slid his boots from his feet, placing them slightly under the bed.
“I like you just fine. I don’t need world recognition or a kingdom to be happy.”
“And are you happy?”
“Most of the time, I am content.” He nodded.
“And the rest of the time?”
“The rest of the time, I wish I could be happy with someone,” Thanatos stretched, lying comfortably on the bed, looking comfortable in his jeans and t-shirt, “Even if it’s only for a little while.”
“I know what you mean.”
“So…do you want to be happy with me? Just for a little while?”
“I don’t know, Thanatos. I thought you wanted to rest.” I stepped closer to the bed, intrigued by his offer.
“Rest can wait,” His smile was sort of wicked, but inviting. “I want to fuck first. It’s been a long time since I just felt someone else’s skin on mine.”
“Okay then,” I nodded. “Lets do it.”
His smile widened, and his arms spread open. I kicked my boots off to the side of the bed before I crawled across the open space, letting him take me against his chest. His mouth felt good against mine. Better then I thought it would. He had lust hidden deep within him, and he wasn’t wasting a single unnecessary drop. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me over top of him, his feathers rustling softly.
“Doesn’t lying like this hurt your wings?” I asked. My fingers traced over the top curve of his left one, the soft feathers feeling soft under my touch.
“They’re more durable then they look. You could yank them pretty hard before it would really bother me.”
“They’re beautiful. They suit you.”
“Enough talk,” He whispered, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. “I think it’s time we lost more of this clothes, hmm?”
“How does this come off?” I tugged at his t-shirt, finding it unfathomable that he had ever gotten it on over his enormous wingspan in the first place.
“It doesn’t. Leave it.” He breathed, his hands between us unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it back over my shoulders.
“Why?” I asked.
“Just leave it,” He insisted, not answering the question.
“What if I just tore it off? Would you get angry?” I asked.
“No, but I probably wouldn’t want to sleep with you anymore.”
“What are you hiding, Thanatos?”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, Hades, I’ll share a few of my secrets with you when we’ve finished. For now, the shirt stays on.” He chided, his lips touching the bare flesh of my shoulder.
“Why?” I pushed. “Have you got horrible scars under there? Are you missing chunks of flesh? Are you simply blindingly pale?”
“Yes, all of that.” He teased. His mouth was warm against mine as my fingers brushed under the hem of his tight shirt. “A couple of million years, dragging the dead kicking and screaming back to their makers tends to piss off a lot of mortals.”
My fingertips brushed a piece of charred-feeling skin. It felt hard and rough against my smooth touch.
“Why didn’t it heal?” I asked, intrigued to see just what it was he was hiding behind his façade.
He sighed, rolling over on top of me and kissing me roughly for a moment before he leaned back. “Why are you so interested in my flaws?”
“Because I’ve never been with anyone who had them –physical flaws, I mean.”
“Ahh, opening up a new fetish then are you? Sick of sleeping with all of the perfectly shaped fools out there; you’ve got to go for the ones with the disfigurements.”
“I didn’t even know about it until just now,” I shrugged.
“Do you really want to see?” He asked. “I’ve never shown anyone before. Not really anyway. There was a mortal girl once, thought I had fallen in love with her, but…it didn’t work out after she found out what I was.”
“Falling for mortals is stupid anyway,” I shrugged. “They aren’t able to fully comprehend the subtleties of being an immortal entity.”
Thanatos took a deep breath before his hands pulled mine away from his chest, “Stop touching it,” He insisted. “Please?” He pushed my hands above my head before leaning down to press his lips against mine again. “This is getting to be to…sentimental. I just wanted a quick fuck, Hades. I don’t want any kind of attachments, okay?”
I nodded, “My apologies.”
He was quiet again, looking down at his hands as they undid the fastening on the front of my trousers. He took a few moments, brushing his hand over my member, still hidden beneath the layer of clothing.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I suppose I should tell you…I haven’t been with very many men,” He looked back up at me.
“It’s like riding a horse,” I teased. “You never forget.” I nudged his knees apart to lift my hips, pushing the last of my clothes off myself. He bit his lip in what I took to be an appreciative manner.
“Have you ever even ridden a horse?” He averted his eyes towards my face. His hands however had a mind of their own, stroking the length of my already semi-erect member.
“No, but I’ve heard stories.” I mused, my hands going to unbutton his jeans now. He groaned as I pulled him free from his encasing, and nearly lost his balance as I pushed them to his knees. He fell onto his side, pushing them off the rest of the way to join the remnants of our clothes.
“Okay,” I pulled him, feeling my shaft pressing into his thigh, and his into mine. “Now the only thing between us is your pride,” I tugged at his t-shirt. “Is it really so bad? Or are you just nervous about what I’ll think of you?”
He looked down at his shirt, pulling it up slightly from his hip, “I don’t know…how do you feel about burn marks left over from the apocalypse?” He raised it just high enough to show off a patch of dark, bubbly looking almost, skin. “Do you really want to feel this against you?”
My fingertips traced the edge of the burn, but I still looked up at his face, “How come they’re only on your chest?”
“They aren’t –they weren’t. They’re healing, but slowly. I was caught in a pretty big explosion near the beginning. There was a couple of years when I was nearly all bone, and muscle tissue. My skin took awhile to come back.”
“Ah,” I nodded. It had been nearly four years since the apocalypse had ended, and almost six since it had begun. It had taken Thanatos that long to get all of the souls, and Charon to deliver them all to the gates. While that was going on, the rest of the gods were making plans for the Earth II, trying to pinpoint when exactly humanity went wrong –when they stopped believing in us.
“If it makes you feel better, Thanatos,” I pushed his t-shirt back down over the burn. “You can leave it, I won’t pressure you about it.”
His lips caught mine again, and his arm wrapped around me, pushing me onto my back again, stroking our members together. I groaned against his lips, savoring that feeling of being flesh-to-flesh.
“So, how do you want to do this?” He leaned on an elbow, his breath still warm against my lips. His bright, black eyes stared down into mine. “Would you actually tolerate me fucking you? Or would you prefer it the other way around?”
“There are other ways to fuck that don’t involve anyone’s asses getting reamed, Thanatos. I thought you, of anyone, what with your extensive travels, would realize that.”
“I know there are other ways, Hades,” He chided. “That way is simply the most recreational.”
“What do you want to do?” I asked, tracing his lips with my fingertips. “You’re the one who started all of this.”
He hummed softly, his eyes half-closing as he parted his lips to dip his tongue between my fingers. His own hands pressed down against my shoulders as he turned me over onto my back again. “Fuck me –just like this. Then let me return the favor.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” His hands were removed from my shoulders, and replaced upon our members, caressing them roughly together. A few moments later, his mouth had engulfed me. I sat up right, surprised by the sudden attack. A placed a palm on the back of his head, gently at first, then pushed his skilled and fevering mouth deeper over me.
His mouth returned to mine, his breath warming my lips again. His tongue shared the droplets of come that had been brought forth with mine, and his hands pushed down between us, positioning himself over me before plunging slowly backwards. I was inside him within moments. His mouth felt greedy and his teeth nipped at my lips, coaxing them apart to introduce his tongue back into play.
“Your hands…” He urged, taking them the bed where I was holding myself steady as he moved himself over me. “They need to be on me.” He wrapped one of my arms around his waist, and brought the other to his member. He pushed me back, his wings spreading around us to create a dark little cocoon of lust.
I grunted softly, my arms going around his shoulders as he drove me mad. He was keeping my thrusts short and direct, not relinquishing any kind of control. He grunted as we crushed his left wing for a moment, as I forced him onto his back. My arms went under his knees, pulling them up to push into him harder and faster then he had been letting me.
“That hurt,” He didn’t sound like he was in much pain, but was still annoyed.
“I’m sorry,” I pulled his legs around my waist to lean forward. My palm brushed the mop of dampening hair from his forehead and I pressed a fresh kiss to his lips. “You were going too slowly. I had to do something.” My fingers brushed his feathers, before going to his hips, lifting him up a little higher. He moaned loudly, his arms wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me down to him and catching our lips together. My mouth opened involuntary in gasp, as I began to empty myself into him. Our moans exchanged in each others throats, and he continued to harden between our abdomens. His excitement at being pressed between our bodies while I drove into him, was evident.
I hadn’t even quite finished spilling my seed before he had me trapped under him on my stomach, my lower-half brought to him, and filled to maximum with his tool. One arm wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me in place while he moved methodically in and out. His other hand was on my member, coaxing out the last of my orgasm.
It didn’t take long before he was groaning against the back of my neck, his hands slipping to my thighs, pushing them further apart. He was bucking irregularly into me, and his teeth bit into my shoulder. I felt the first jet escape him and moaned along with him as he emptied into me. When he had finished, he rested his cheek against my back, still thrusting softly in the ricochet of momentum. He breathed heavily as he rolled away, his wings brushing my sides. He reached over, skimming his hands over my backside, coating his fingers with his own come.
“Do you want to taste?” He offered his fingers me. I paused for a moment before licking his fingers, sucking the tips for a moment, then lapping hungrily at his palm. He smirked, getting aroused again of the image I made while I cleaned off his hand. He reached down between his own legs where my own ejaculation was still warm and damp. He licked a sample from his fingers before stretching his arms above his head with a contented sigh.
“You’re content now?” I confirmed, watching him close his eyes.
He smiled before nodding, “You’re a good lover, Hades.”
I laughed, “Thank you, I think.”
He opened his eyes slightly, turning his head to look at me, “You’re welcome to stay. We could do it again.”
I picked myself up from the bed, leaning over him for a moment. His face was stained with worry, wondering if he had gone to far. My mouth twitched in a shirt smile, and I pressed a small kiss to his lips, “Maybe. For now, you should rest. You’ve worked hard. You deserve to just sleep for a bit.”
He watched me move from the bed, picking up my clothes from around the bed and pulling them back on.
“Hades?” He called me back, as I began to close the door behind me.
“Yes, Thanatos?” I asked, turning back.
“When you’re ready again, I’ll be right here.”
“I know.”

Hades and his Lover (Pt. 8)

Note: Okay, so I’ve been thinking about how to write this for a couple of days now and I think I’ve figured out a way to combine all of my incoherent thoughts into one coherent thing... I have dark thoughts for continuing after this part, which I think I may want to warp into something different from H&M… Enjoy, and please tell me what you think!

Hades and his Lover
Part 8

Rain –yes, rain, was splattering across the windows that I was frozen stiffly in front of. I had been on this…this hell called Earth II for nearly a year. After the apocalypse on Earth, the entire known universe imploded upon itself with the exception of the gods. The three brothers: Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, decided to try something new with the creation of Earth II. Zeus called on Hades’ promise he had made –anything in exchange for him to stop abusing me.
“I want to put Marius in a position of God on Earth. I want him on land, on the new super-continent.” Zeus explained, stoppering Poseidon’s argument that he was already a god on the new earth, having already taken to commanding the vast waters. “We start civilization over again at the point it began to go wrong and reshape it. Make a game out of it, perhaps.”
“But brother, Earth went wrong a long time ago. Wouldn’t it be easier to just…start completely over? Or maybe just say to hell with useless peons?” Hades asked.
“Oh, Hades,” Zeus cooed, stroking a finger across Hade’s jaw, “you’re so sore because I’m taking Marius away from you.”
“You’re not taking him away from me,” Hades argued. “He still has to come back.”
“No he doesn’t…the rules changed the moment that the world was sucked in upon itself,” Zeus shook his head. “None of the old rules apply anymore. Your marriage is Persephone is now completely null, as are all of the other marriages we’ve acquired that haven’t gone well –Hera is thrilled. Everything is starting fresh, even us.”
I watched him clench his jaw, and shake his head, “No.”
“You can’t tell me no,” Zeus smiled wickedly. “You promised me anything, and I want for Marius to be God to our new…peons, as you called them. Don’t fret, Brother…you’ll still see him.”
“Why do you want to take him away from me?” Hades accused.
“Why are you so unwilling to let him go after millions of years,” Zeus exaggerated.
“Because I love him, that’s why!” Hades scoffed.
“If you love him, you’ll let him go. He’ll be well taken care of, Hades. Both mentally and…physically,” Zeus arched an eyebrow suggestively. “I’ll see to it personally.”
“You will do no such thing.”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Zeus assured him.
“Why don’t we try it,” Poseidon stepped between the two of them. “Five years, and if the new civilization isn’t responding to his presence, he’ll go back to being with you, Hades.” Poseidon’s eyes were that of the soft mediators, but there was also a kind of…confusion, hidden in their depths. Try as he might to want to understand Hades’ feelings towards me, and the desire that Zeus felt for him, he was the odd-brother-out, stuck as a sort of outcast who had no desire whatsoever to lay with another man, especially not one of his brothers.
Hades took a moment, looking over to me where I had perched on the edge of one of the chairs, “What do you think, Marius?”
“Do I have a choice?” I asked.
“Of course you have a choice,” Hades nodded.
I looked down at my feet, thinking over the decision. If I went, it wasn’t guaranteed that I would achieve anything, and compared to the lengths of time we had gone apart, five years wasn’t that long of a time. If I didn’t go, I wouldn’t know if I would have made that difference or not, and I may regret it later…but I would get to spend my days with Hades…the rules had changed, so I wouldn’t have to go to Olympus anymore…
I looked up, “I…I will go.”
“Are you positive that is what you want, Marius?” Hades looked slightly hurt.
“Master, if I do not go, who knows what will happen? The universe could just…collapse again, but if I go, and I can help change what went wrong…maybe humanity can be a success?”
Hades took a moment before he nodded, agreeing, “Fine. Five years, and all of the Gods will get together to make an assessment. If Earth II passes, then…Marius stays there, but if they haven’t changed since the last Earth, then he stays with me.”
Poseidon looked at Zeus, “Brother?”
“Agreed,” Zeus tipped his head in a short nod.
And that was how I found myself in a simple, but elegant castle, much like the one that Hades resided in, in the Underworld. I was the master of my castle, of my land, of almost all of the planet with the exception of the waters, but…I missed my home, deep in the underworld. I missed the crying outside of the castle walls, the steel grey skys, the faux sun that shone dimly. Earth II was bright, and cheery and full of life… Even my castle bustled with it, servants that sought only to serve their God.
“Marius,” warm, masculine arms wrapped around my waist and I pushed them away, the first movement I had made in hours –since I had stopped in front of the window to watch the rain race across the windows, and create puddles in the dirt outside.
“No,” I didn’t want the voice and body to continue. “Leave me.”
“Are you going to be sad forever? When Zeus came to me, he told me to make you happy…” his chin rested on my shoulders, and I shifted away from him again, feeling sick just at being close to another man that wasn’t Hades.
“You don’t have that kind of power,” I didn’t want to be mean to Jacob, but I couldn’t help it. He was attractive, and looked similar to Hades, but every time he stepped close to me, my entire body was just moments away from convulsion. “Just leave.”
It wasn’t even that I didn’t like Jacob. When he wasn’t around, he was performing other manservant duties for me, mostly things that I made sure put him as far away from me as possible. As far as I could tell, he was doing a fine job…but the moment he entered my rooms and slid is arms around my waist in an attempt to fulfill his promise to Zeus to “keep me happy”, my stomach churned and ached and I had no choice but to shove him away. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with this…this human. I wanted only one person, not to add another notch to my bedpost. Two partners in my many millennia of existence, was quite enough. Jacob however wanted to be with me, and it completely eluded me why.
Maybe it was because he had a desire to please Zeus, maybe he simply felt honor-bound to please his gods, I don’t know. I supposed that I could just kill him, prove that there would be only one person for me and that those unworthy need-not-apply for my affections, lest they meet an untimely fate as well… but the world was new, and humanity had yet to experience a human death. I didn’t want to shock them to badly. I didn’t want them to think that I was cruel.
My role as God-on-Earth meant that I was to get civilization back to working order, offer council, and prove dominance over them. Population thus-far was small; a handful of shades, that Hades had set aside, had their memories erased and were placed back on the new Earth. The oldest in the group was at about thirty, the youngest about five. Out of the hundred in my area of residence, ten of them worked various jobs in the castle, the rest worked agriculturally or in a trade. There were a few other groups elsewhere on the continent, but unless one of the humans or a fellow god alerted me to a problem, I did not deal with them directly.
The sound of a soft purr at my feet brought me back from my day dream, and I knelt down to pick up the mangy old cat that had taken to prowling the premises. Behind me, Jacob growled in annoyance.
“You do not like me, but you’ll cuddle with a flea infested animal?”
“Damian does not have fleas,” I replied coolly, referring to the cat by name. “And the cat is not trying to molest me.”
His growl turned into a soft whine, “But Marius, I just want to take care of you! I want to please you and all of the gods! You’ve give us a great gift and I want to repay you for it!”
“Repay me by being a good person,” I scoffed, rubbing Damian behind the ears. “I do not think that being a sexual nuisance is a good ‘thank you’ at all.” He moved to touch me again, and I side-stepped him, moving to sit in one of the deep over-stuffed chairs, “Did you finish the list of chores I asked you to do?”
“Well, I couldn’t remember what you said to do after the ironing,” He admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Was it to hang your shirts or dust in the library?”
“Both have to be done, it doesn’t matter in which order. Once you’ve finished with those, go to bed. It’s getting late,” I looked past him again out of the window to watch the rain race across the windows.
“Marius? Do you ever sleep?” He asked, kneeling down in front of me “You stay up far later, and get up far earlier then I do…I worry.”
“I am an immortal being, I do not need to sleep,” I adjusted Damian in my arms, his paws stretching out in front of him before he curled up in a ball in my lap, purring happily.
“Have you ever slept?”
“Jacob, you aren’t going to catch me off guard while I am in slumber. I don’t want you in any way other then as a servant in my castle.”
“But…this is how it started between you and Hades, isn’t it?” He asked, his eyes showing his excitement brought on by the tale; excitement and a spark of hope. “Why can’t it work the same way for us? You won’t let yourself love me, why?”
“What a silly question,” I shook my head. “Go finish your chores now.” A clap of thunder and a bolt of lightening emphasized my request. “I’m done talking now. Just go do what I asked of you.”
He sighed, getting up from the floor and going behind my chair. He stood there for a moment before leaning over the back to press his lips against my cheek, “Of course, Marius. Goodnight.”
Damian opened one eye at me as I stopped stroking my hand down his back once I heard the door close behind Jacob.
“It is not my fault he is pushy, Damian.” I looked down at him, “Besides, what would I want with him anyway? He is not my master. One day you will meet another nice cat and understand.” I patted his head before lifting him up to kiss the top of his head before replacing him on the chair after I had stood up. “Good night Damian.”

It was nearing the years end and it was beginning to get cooler. I hadn’t seen my Master since he had left me in my castle, on a similarly hazy and cold day. He hadn’t really said anything, stopping at the door –serving as a temporary portal between the Gods and Earth, to press a last kiss to my lips before he disappeared. Since he had left, I had only heard rumors about what he was doing in my absence –hiding out in the Underworld, locking himself away. I wanted to see him so badly, but I wasn’t allowed to leave my post, and Hades was probably over-run, trying to scrape together a few people to help him in the castle –having to start over completely from scratch was a big job for him, so I did not blame him for not visiting me.
I worried though that he wanted to replace me. He had found me at the beginning of time, and it wasn’t to long before I was sharing a bed with him… What if he found another shade to take my place? It was a silly thing to worry about, but I could not help it. You would have thought that within a year, he could have spared a moment –even just a single moment to see me, but no there was nary a word from him.
I felt as though I should have some kind of a tower to wait for him in like the sailor’s wives used to –over looking the ocean so that they could see when their husbands ships were on the rise…not that it would have meant anything. It’s not like I expected Hades to board a ship to come back to me or anything. He could walk through the door behind me from where I was looking out over the land, through the door connecting our worlds, at any moment he wanted. It was the symbolism I wanted –symbolic for him to see that I was here waiting for him. I was forbidden to leave Earth, so everything was pretty much left to him. I couldn’t help it.
“You look intense,” the voice was soft in my ear, almost as though he had been hearing my pleas for him that I had been bemoaning in my head.
“Master,” I couldn’t stop the smile that crossed my lips as I turned in his arms to look at him. “Master, you’re really here?”
He nodded, looking tired, “Yes. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get away to see you…You’ve been well? You don’t look a though you’ve been sleeping, Marius.”
“Neither do you,” I pointed out.
His smile was soft, but seemed to be slightly forced, “I can’t sleep without you by my side. The cat helps, sometimes, but mostly I just lie awake.”
“You sleep with the cat?” I grinned.
“Sometimes, he’s very good company.”
I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips, savoring his mouth and the familiar taste I hadn’t had the chance to enjoy in so many months. His tongue was warm and wet against mine, but his hands were pleasantly cool as they ran under the hem of my tunic. “Master, I’m so glad that you’re here—” I sobered, breaking the kiss before I allowed the two us to get any further then was possible. “How long are you here for? A few minutes? A day?”
“I can only stay for a few hours,” He shook his head sadly. “I shouldn’t have even snuck away now, but I could feel that you needed me.”
“I do need you,” I sighed, resting my head against his chest. “I miss you, and Zeus tried to replace you with some…some human, not that humans are bad, obviously, I just…I don’t want Jacob, I want you.”
“I understand,” He nodded, and pulled me towards the bed, ushering me to lay down in his arms. He tilted my head up, hooking his index finger under my chin before acquainting his mouth with mine again. It felt good, like no time at all had passed since the last time we’d been together like this –only mere moments, melting together. Only, last time we had been in the sanctity of his chambers, completely void of almost all other life form, except for an orange tabby cat that was curled up on a chair across the room, bathing itself. It was eerily quiet, every shade waiting quietly for their rebirth into the world. Hades was covering me, thin layers of sweat the only thing between us making our skin sticky and hot. We were there, in that disturbing silence for hours together, knowing that we only had so much time together before we had to say goodbye.
This was not different. I could tell he wanted to make the most of the time we had together –and by ‘make the most’, I think we are all aware that I mean sex. I’m not opposed to sex of course, I just…
I moaned softly, shaking my head and pushing on his shoulders.
“What’s the matter?” He looked surprised.
“Master, I’m glad that you’re here, honest, but…I can’t be with you if I can’t stay with you,” I rolled onto my back, out of his arms, raising one of my hands to my forehead, brushing hair from my face before I turned back to look back at his quizzical expression. “You understand, right?”
“Of course,” He nodded. “But…Marius, if we don’t, then…then what I am here for? You needed me, I came, and you’re saying you don’t want me here.”
“Just stay next to me?” I requested, touching his arm. “Can’t you be content with that?”
“I don’t know,” He shook his head. “It’s been a year, Marius.”
“I know that,” I nodded. “We’ve gone longer, Master.”
“I’ve gone longer, Marius… I don’t want to experience that again.”
“We’re not talking about going twenty years apart…I’m talking about going for as long as it takes before we can be a couple again –side by side.”
“And who knows how long that’s going to take? Fuck, Marius.” He sighed, swinging his feet off of the bed and putting his back to me to lean his elbows on his knees and cover his face with his hands. “You don’t see it from here, you can’t see it. You’re doing good. These people…they love you, they honor you, they feel connected to you. If we…if we take you away, what will that do to them? They’ll just corrupt themselves like the last humanity did, and then the work we’ve put together so far will have been for nothing.”
“I don’t want to be stuck here anymore,” I got up on my knees, moving behind him, and wrapping my arms around his waist, my cheek pressed to his back. “I hate it here…the weather, the smell, the noise. None of it fits with what I want, what I’m used to. I don’t fit.” I shook my head, “I just want to be with you again.”
“Then be with me,” He turned, touching my arm. “I know it won’t be for long, but just sitting here and arguing is wasting time…precious time that I don’t have much of here, Marius.”
“I know,” I sighed, my lips brushing his cheek. “I just feel so empty. Having sex with you for a few hours is going to feel good, so good…but then you’ll leave me, and I’ll be stuck in his hell again feeling like I just want to die, but I can’t,” I shook my head, my voice lowering to a whisper. “I can’t Master. You made sure of that, you and Zeus. I can’t fucking die and be with you again.”
His fingers squeezed tightly around my arm for a moment, before he shook his head, “I don’t want you to die, Marius.”
I closed my eyes against his back, pausing for a few moments just to take in the feel of his body against mine. He was tense, and frustrated, and I knew that part of that was my fault. I wasn’t at all surprised when he stood up, turning around to push me onto my back, locking his knees against my hips, his hands on my shoulders.
“I’ve never forced you before,” He shook his head, almost in disbelief that he would even think of doing such a thing.
“You’ve never had to,” I shrugged.
“I love you, you know that I do. You’re like a fucking drug for me –you make me happy, but when you get taken away and I feel empty –just like you. We’re the same, damn it.”
“Then you should understand why I don’t want to fuck you –being with you for a few hours isn’t going to make up for a lost year.”
“But what about right here, right now, Marius? Isn’t that what’s important?”
“Just one time with you isn’t enough,” I shook my head. “If you…if you were staying longer, then maybe, but…a few hours, Master? What does that even mean?”
“A few hours…two, three tops.” He shrugged. “I want to stay with you, you have to believe that.”
“I do believe that,” I nodded.
“Then enough talking,” His voice was harsh now, not the cool, calm, collected tone he had been using for most of our encounter. His tongue brushed mine, stroking out my mouth against my protests, nothing but his sheer will holding me in place as his fingers started to remove my shirt –and suddenly I was acutely aware that we weren’t alone anymore. White knuckles were pressed to Hades’ shoulders, trying to pull him away, but he was having none of it, completely ignoring them. Finally, a strangled cry from my supposed ‘savior’, broke him from me.
“Get off of him! He’s mine!”
Hades took his time, stroking his hand down my now bare chest as he tilted his head towards Jacob, who had barged into the room, probably after having heard the voices. “Excuse me?”
Jacob’s eyes widened, and he stammered, “I…I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,” He shook his head, and I leaned up on my elbows, surveying the two of them. One who knew me, and one who wanted to know me. I was slightly amused as Jacob sank into a low grovel on the floor, still stammering apologies.
“Get up,” I finally quieted him. “You did nothing wrong –just a misunderstanding.”
“I heard noises –protest, I thought you were being attacked. I’m so sorry. I never would have come in had I known…” Jacob’s face was flushing red, and his eyes looked close to tears.
“Go to bed, Jacob,” I whispered, sitting up further, putting a hand subconsciously on Hades’ hip. “It’s okay.”
He nodded, slipping past the bed, hesitating at the door as if he wanted to say something before changing his mind, and closing the door quietly behind himself.
“So, that’s your little human?”
“He is nothing of the sort,” I was acutely aware of my hand still being on Hades’ hip as I sank back into the pillows. “Zeus asked him to look after me…so, from time to time he tries to coerce me into bed with him, but I’ll have none of it. He’s to inexperienced, though very willing.”
“Sometimes all you need is a willing mate,” Hades suggested, kissing me again, his hands moving to stroke his fingers along my stomach. “Are you going to play along now, or do I have to continue to force you into it?”
I debated silently in my head. Sleeping with him would be good, but would just serve as a quick-fix. Not sleeping with him would lead to him most likely raping me, or leaving…I was more concerned about him leaving as suddenly as he had arrived then I was about him raping me, because…though I would be assuming the role of the unwilling party, I would still reap the benefits that I always did as Hades’ lover.
I traced a finger up his side, over his shoulder, and along his neck and jaw before gripping his chin between my thumb and finger and pulling him down to kiss him.
“I’ll play along, but I want something in return.” I wasn’t trying to sound coy, but it came out sounding that way.
“What’s that?” He asked, already starting to remove the rest of our clothes, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. I waited until we were both naked, and he was pressed against me his tongue lapping circles on my neck before I answered.
“I want you to promise to visit me...or contact me. Something.”
He groaned, “I will try.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“Marius, I can’t promise you something that I can’t make sure will happen.”
“Then just say it to make me feel better.”
He smiled, kissing my lips softly, licking my lips, “Okay…I promise, I will visit you as much as I can. Sorting out resurrections is hard, but I’ll do my best to get away once in awhile.”
I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck, “Good.”
“May I fuck you now?” He raised a suggestive eyebrow.
“Yes, you may.” I groaned as he pushed my head back, sucking eagerly at my throat, then moving down my body, enjoying every piece of skin that he could touch to his lips. I was content to press kiss to his wrists before leaning up on my elbows to watch him make his way down my body, moaning and adjusting my limbs to accommodate his path.
He murmured ravishing words against my thighs as he hoisted my ankles over his shoulders, nipping his lips in a trail to lap his tongue at my member before engulfing his mouth over it. My back arched involuntarily, a soft moan escaping past my lips. His eyes roved upwards, watching my face, and I flushed red, feeling his eyes on me.
“Don’t stare,” I looked away, pressing my face into one of the pillows.
He laughed softly, stretching out over me and turning back my face to kiss me with a gentle eagerness, “Do you remember the first time we were together?”
I nodded, “I do, quite well.”
“You were so beautiful, naked and dripping in my come,” He sighed, our members brushing as he pressed against me. “I swear I could taste it on your skin for days afterward, every time I kissed your lips…licked your cheek,” His tongue stroked a path up my neck, “So fucking delicious.”
“You want me to do it again? I wouldn’t mind if it meant making you happy,” I offered, raking my fingers through his hair, pulling his lips back to mine.
“Do you really want to?” He raised an eyebrow, “I’d be happy with a good anal fuck.” He grinned as he said, grinding our hips together before teasingly pulling away.
“Then do it, don’t just talk about it,” I shook my head. “Like you said, you don’t have a lot of time before you have to go back…do it, I’m ready.”
He groaned, leading one of my hands down to his still hardening appendage, “There is so much I want to do to you, and not nearly enough time.”
His hand tightened around mine, stroking downward and I stretched up to kiss him, moving slowly to change our positions. Soon he was on his back on the foot of the bed, and I was sinking down, pushing him inside of me. His hands pressed to my hips, and he licked his lips, watching my face anxiously. He found my lips again, kissing me lovingly. For the first time, I realized it wasn’t the sex that I missed most about being with my Master. It was the feeling of his lips on mine, the way that his tongue felt in my mouth, how he would curl his lips to keep our teeth from gnashing together; the sucking sounds of his flesh against mine, and the soft pants of being pleased. These were the things I missed most; the feeling of him inside of me, making my body his were nice too, but he showed me he loved me in the way that he kissed, no matter what kind of a brutality he may have used on the other parts of my anatomy.
When he had finished, he pulled me down beside him, breathing heavily against my throat, letting his usually neat, slick hair fall over our faces haphazardly.
“Did you…?” He let himself trail off, not even needing to finish his sentence. “I was to wrapped up, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I did,” I kissed his throat, bringing his hand to the evidence that was still splattered across my stomach.
“Good, I wouldn’t want you to think that I wasn’t taking care of you,” He groaned, tilting my head to kiss my lips. “We just finished…but I have to go.”
“Perfect timing, right?” I leaned up on my elbow, as he sighed and pulled himself out of the bed, picking up this clothes from he floor.
“I don’t want to go, Marius.” He turned back to me after pulling on his trousers. “You know if I had my way, if I was in charge, I would stay with you forever.”
“I know,” I nodded.
“Look…we love each other, nothing will change that, but we can’t be together right now. And if we can’t be together, then what is the point?”
“Are you saying we’re over, Master?”
“I’m saying…I’m saying that if you want to give your little human a chance, you should.”
“I don’t want him, Master. I will wait for you.”
“I don’t want you to make a mistake because you think it’s what I want, Marius.”
“Do you want me to sleep with other men, Master?”
“I’m not saying that,” he shook his head, meticulously buttoning his shirt. “I’m saying that I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
“Master, you are the only man I’ve ever wanted. The only one I will ever want,” I shook my head. “If I can’t be with you, I’ll go without.”
He knelt on the edge of the bed, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “Such pretty words coming from such a pretty boy, Marius. You say this now, but how will you feel after ten, twenty, a hundred years?”
“I won’t be here a hundred years. I would die first.”
“Marius, you can’t die”
“I would rather not exist at all then to be kept from you for an eternity. I can make it happen. There is always a way, nothing is impossible Not for a god.”
He smiled, kissing me softly again, his fingers finding the small of my back and tugging me closer to him, just for a moment. “Good night, Marius. I will try to come again soon, but I make no promises.”
“And I expect none,” I sat up, watching him stride across the room to the door between our, more-and-more apparent, separate worlds. “Goodbye, Master.”
“Goodbye, Marius.”


End Note: Sad! ::cries!:: I’m not sure if this is the end, or just the start of something new. So, you tell me…what do you want to see??

Dark Little Town: The Beginning II

Dark Little Town: The Beginning
Part 2

“What do you mean you want to start playing together again? I thought we called our Rock Star days a failed experiment and moved on?” Heath sounded annoyed when Tyler called him up a few weeks after Dylan Montgomery had left town. “Why bring this up again? Especially now, so close to getting our degrees. Christ. Why do you always have this urge to fuck things up when we’re so close to achieving something.”
“I think it would be fun,” Tyler shrugged. “I mean, wouldn’t it be fun to move to New York and –”
“Wait, did you say move? To New York?”
“Yeah. You always said you wanted to get out of this hick town, and now I’m proposing we do it. Just me, you, and Jordan.”
“Jordan has already agreed to this?”
“He says that he’ll do it if you do it.”
“Fuck. You’re not really giving me much of a choice then are you? Damn it.”
And a few months later, the trio were on the airwaves across the nation, the new heartthrobs of the American public.
“So, what do you think of our first tour?”
“I can’t believe that just because MTV says we’re good that millions of people are flooding into stadiums to see us and hear you blather about unrequited love.”
“Hey, maybe next tour they can hear you blather.”
“Fuck you, you know I don’t sing.”
“You have a very nice voice,” Jordan spoke up from behind his curtain where he had been trying to read in peace, but was finding very little luck. “So shut about it. You heard anything from Dylan, Tyler?”
“No. I tried to call him, but his Aunt said that she couldn’t give me his number in New York. Apparently, according to all of the rag-mags, he’s in California for the summer rubbing elbows with Hollywood elite.”
“Nice. You going to try and get a hold of him when tour is over?”
“I don’t know,” Tyler shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Well, you know if you need anything in that department, Heath is around,” Jordan pushed back his curtain to cast a look at Heath.
“Fuck you,” Heath scoffed.
“No, no. Leave me me out of it. If I’m in a threesome I’d like at least one woman to be involved.” Jordan shook his head.
“You are such an ass.”
“Hey, I’m just pointing out the obvious. You constantly pushed him away in high school to the point where only inducement from drugs and alchohol would get you to sleep with him, but now that you don’t worry what your parents will think, since you’ve moved out, I know you’ve slept with your fair share of guys since Graduation.”
“Aw, is he telling the truth, Heath? I’m not your one and only anymore?”
“Honey, you were never my one-and-only.”
“That’s not true! I was your first and only until sophomore year and you know it.”
“And we did it how many times in that two year gap?”
“Individual times or days when we did it multiple times?”
“There is a difference?”
“Well, before you slept with Tonya Sleuth, we did it three times after my parent’s died, six times the weekend that Miranda let us camp out in the backyard, and twice when you came back from Band Camp.”
“Right…that was the weekend you realized you were a Top.”
“Yeah, after having you pounding into my ass, I figured it was time I finally took a shot at it.”
“Whoa, I really didn’t need to know that about you guys, thanks.” Jordan started to slide his curtain closed again, going back to his book.
“God, you remember the first time I fucked you from behind? I was so fucking nervous. I thought I was going to seriously hurt you.”
“Not using any lube was probably stupid, but hey, we were fifteen and didn’t know any better. Besides, it felt good in the end.”

Later at the hotel, Heath wasn’t surprised when Tyler knocked at his door, looking for some action.
“I thought we agreed that this wasn’t going to become a ‘thing’, Ty.” Heath let him into the hotel room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it as Tyler went for the mini-bar.
“We aren’t. I just…I need you,” Tyler shrugged, not looking at him. “I need my life to return to normal after this whole stupid Dylan-thing.”
“So I’m your normalcy?”
“Yeah, I guess you are. Lucky you, huh?”
“Yeah, lucky me,” Heath nodded.
“So, are we going to do it, or what?”
“Ty, is sex the only reason you come and find me each night? We’ve been on tour for two weeks now and besides the nights we spend on the bus, you’re always here looking for this. Isn’t there something more that you want?”
“No, not really, just you.” Tyler shrugged, finally deciding on a tiny bottle of gin from the bar. “You want some?”
“No. I’ve had enough alcohol-induced sex with you to last a couple of lifetimes. I like remembering the night before, don’t you?”
“I always remember the night before –ugh, gin is disgusting.”
“I could have told you that…but you didn’t ask.”
Tyler screwed the cap back on and replaced it in the fridge, “So, you didn’t answer me.”
Heath nodded, “I know I didn’t. I think we should just talk first.”
“What about?” Tyler asked, sitting down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him for Heath to join him.
“Talking earlier about when we were kids –teenagers. Were you really in love with me in high school, Tyler?”
Tyler shrugged, “I guess I was, but after we did coke that last time and you went off on me, I guess I gave up on you. Then I found Dylan and it was okay that our love was unrequited because I had this new guy that it didn’t matter how he felt about me because we had a good time together.”
“And what about now?”
“Now I realize how stupid and ridiculous it is to fall in love because I will always find a way to fuck it up, because I never realize in time that I am in love.”
“But how do you feel about me now?” Heath shook his head, “Do you still have feelings for me or am I just convenient fuck-buddy for you once in awhile?”
“Look, I like to stick to what I know.” Tyler shrugged, “I love you, but not like I used to. I don’t have that sick passion anymore. I like to be with you, and around you, but I don’t feel the frenzy anymore when I look at you.”
“…Are you saying that I don’t turn you on?”
“Of course you do! You just…have to work at it now. It’s not instantaneous anymore.”
“I thought something between us had changed,” Heath’s voice was slightly teasing, but he was completely serious. Something had been changing about when they were together. For one thing, remembering all of what had happened the next morning was different. They didn’t smoke before or after. The sensations of being together were different –not dulled or hightened by a high. He realized the first time they were together after starting the band that doing it with Tyler-Now was very different from Tyler-14-Years-Old or Tyler-In-High-School. Tyler-Now knew wha we was doing, how he wanted to go about doing it, and all of it without any petty games.
“What’s the matter, Heath?” Tyler broke him out of his day dream. “Are you falling for me like you never did in high school?”
“Of course not,” Heath scoffed loudly. “I’m with you for the sex –just like you want, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Well, do you want something more?”
“You always told me that you couldn’t be my boyfriend. That’s OK by me,” Tyler shrugged.
“No, it’s not okay. You hate that.”
“No, really. I shouldn’t start a relationship with you. Not until I know that Dylan is really, honestly done with me.”
“I think it was safe to say that he was done with you three months ago. Tyler, he put a restraining order on you, changed his phone number, disappeared to California for the summer…”
“It doesn’t mean we won’t work it out. We were getting off to a good start, Heath.”
“Sure, whatever.” Heath shook his head. “Maybe you should just go? I’m tired and we’re pulling out early tomorrow morning. We should both get some sleep.”
“You’re pissed at me now aren’t you?” Tyler pulled himself up from the couch. “You were hoping I felt that way about you, even after a year apart?”
“I never had any expectations from you. Any other night, I’d be more then happy to fuck your brains out but tonight I’m too tired. I don’t have the energy. Maybe tomorrow –a nice blowjob on the bus or something. Would that make you happy?”
“The question is Heath, would that make you happy.”
“I’m the one that offered it, aren’t I? Just ‘cause I’m not interested in sodomizing you right now doesn’t mean I’m not open to a little service-job.”
“Oh my god, that would make the greatest innuendo for a song ever! You are so clever,” Tyler wrapped his arms around Heath’s waist.
“Flattery will get you no where. I stand by what I said – get out of my room so I can go to sleep. You’re stressed out, that’s why you’re so fucking horny all the time.” Heath pushed his hands away, moving from him towards the bedroom. “Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.”

That night, Heath dreamed of being fourteen again, almost as though he were relieving a moment of his childhood. He and Tyler had just kipped down in the tent in the Norse’s backyard. They were naked, the cool night air coming in through the partially unzipped window felt icy against their hot skin. Heath was straddling Tyler’s hips, their groins teasing each other as they kissed and groped. Tyler’s fingers raked through Heath’s hair, forcing their mouths together roughly until Heath’s palms against his chest made him break away.
“I want to fuck you. For real,” Heath added. “I think we’re ready to go…all the way. Anally.”
“I don’t know…we don’t have any…stuff.”
“What do you mean?” Heath furrowed his eyebrows.
“ You know, like lube or something.”
“What the fuck does that matter? Want to have sex with you, Ty! We’ll make it work. Jeez, now you’re making me nervous.”
Tyler laughed, “Let’s just kiss some more.”
“I’m sick of kissing you. We kiss all the time and since…since the first time we started this, we’ve only jerked of together on the weekends or talked smutty to each other on the phone,” Heath pressed his lips to Tyler’s for a moment, trying to relay all of the frustration he was feeling through his lips. “I want more. Don’t you want more, Tyler? Don’t you…don’t you want to know what it feels like to have someone inside you?”
“Heath, we’ve never really done anything…anally. Can we just jump from jerking off, blowing each other, and rubbing our pricks together to shoving them up each other’s butts?”
“You say that like its dirty. I think it sounds amazing,” His breath was warm against Tyler’s ear and neck. “I’ll bet you’re really tight and warm. The sexiest little moans and grunts would pass your lips…” Heath shifted downward, putting his mouth around his best friend’s member, swirling his tongue around the tip.
“Okay,” Tyler nodded. “But if you hurt me, I’m taking retribution.”
“I look forward to it,” He grinned and slapped Tyler’s thigh lightly. “Turn over.”
“On my stomach?”
“On your knees. I need to… you know, get you ready.”
“I…I dunno. You’re gonna use your mouth?”
“Well I’m certainly not going to waste an ejaculation on loosening your ass,” Heath shook his head. “Now c’mon, before I loose my nerve.”
Tyler flinched as Heath’s tongue touched his backside and his friend’s fingers squeezed his cheeks, spreading them apart before they moved to his hips.
“Oh jesus…fucking Christ…” Tyler groaned loudly as one of Heath’s hands dipped down to fondle him, “Oh…what?”
“It’s just one finger, relax.” Heath pressed his mouth to his ass before he continued to probe one finger, then two, dampened with saliva.
“Okay,” Heath squeezed Tyler’s hips, lapping his tongue along his crevice one more time, “I’m going for it. Are you ready?”
“If you’re hard, I’m ready.” Tyler nodded, taking in a sharp breath as Heath started to push inside. “Fuck…no, stop.”
“Relax…Ty, relax dude. Like you did when it was just my fingers. It’s the same thing, just…thicker, longer.”
Tyler nodded, “I’m trying, really.”
Heath’s lips pressed against his shoulder before he moved to kiss him, coaxing out Tyler’s tongue before position himself again, “You’re to excited. When you get hot, your muscles contract. Relax, like you’re going to the bathroom.”
“That’s disgusting!”
“It’s what you have to do! I’m in like two inches Tyler!”
“It hurts, let’s just stop.”
“We’re this far. I want you to know how amazing you are… Let me in,” Heath continued to push inside, listening to Tyler’s little moans of pain and excitement until he was fully inside. His arms wrapped around Tyler’s waist. “Shh…I’m inside you. It wasn’t so bad, right? It feels good.”
Tyler panted a little before giving a sharp nod, “Yeah.”
“Okay, I’m going to pull out, just a little to loosen you up,” He kissed him again. “Then, if you’re ready, I’m going to really ride you.”
“You want to hear me scream, don’t you?”
“I want to hear anything that passes your lips when I fuck you,” Heath pushed against him softly at first. As he pushed back inside, Tyler was quiet laying his head on his arms and closing his eyes to focus on the mass that was violating him. He barely noticed as Heath began to take longer, harder strokes, forcing him to rock forward with each thrust.
“I’m going…uh…fuck…” Heath’s breath was caught and he shuddered, thrusting harder, shorter strokes. Tyler moaned as he felt Heath erupt inside him before he collapsed over him, a slight squelching sound as he slipped out of him and he rolled away, panting. Tyler shifted on his side, scooting closer, “You aren’t done yet, so you better not be tired.”
“You want to try it?” Heath let his head loll to the side. “It’s…it’s good.”
“Not yet,” Tyler shook his head. “I want your mouth. Your hands. I want all of it.” He rolled on top of Heath, “You got me so close fucking me like that, but you came to soon. You kept hitting just the right spot, over and over again…”
“We can try again in about twenty minutes,” Heath grinned.
“Tomorrow –we’ll go the drugstore and get some KY or something and do it right. I liked it,” Tyler nodded. “But I…I want to fuck your mouth.”
Heath pulled himself up into a sitting position, “O—” he hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish his agreement before Tyler thrust into his mouth, holding his head over the entire length of his cock. Heather let Tyler force his mouth over his member, his tongue curling with thrust.
“Suck down hard,” Tyler requested, his hands on Heath’s face. He grunted, pushing Heath back down, forcing himself over his face. “Fuck…I’m…uh…oh…” He convulsed and Heath tried not to choke as Tyler’s come joined his cock in his already full mouth. He groaned, pushing on Tyler’s knees, then his stomach.
“I’m sorry…are you okay?”
“Well, I suppose if I have to suffocate I guess I would like it to be because your cock was in my mouth, blocking my airway.” Heath turned to couch up a puddle of come. “Jesus.”
“I’m still horny,” Tyler sighed. “Empty, but horny.” He stretched out, laying next to Heath, just the sides of their bodies touching.
Heath was silent before he shifted to his side, leaning on his elbow, “What was it like having someone inside of you like that?”
“Interesting,” Tyler shrugged. “Very full, like you didn’t belong there, but eventually it got to be…really nice, and good. I dunno. Everyway I think of describing it sounds like a bad porn or something.”
Heath smiled, “I guess you’ll have to do it to me some day.”
“I think I’ll let you perfect it first. It’s still a little strange.”

“Wake up!” Tyler had found a way into Heath’s room and was thinking up creative ways to pull him out of bed. “I’ll fuck you. I’m sure what with being unconscious and everything that I wouldn’t have a problem –eh!” Heath pulled him down next to him.
“Shut up. What time is it?”
“A little after six,” Tyler shrugged. “We’ve got time if you wanna…you know.”
“Guess what I dreamed about last night,” Heath whispered in his ear.
“Something hot?” Tyler brushed his finger tips over Heath’s morning hard-on. “Did you have a wet dream about me?”
“Close,” Heath smiled. “It was good…sexy. You were adorable.”
“So you forgive me for last night?” Tyler asked, his fingers moving under the waistband of Heath’s boxers, kissing his bare chest.
“Enough to fuck, if you’re interested,” Heath’s eyes were only half open as he pressed a soft kiss to Tyler’s lips. “However, I don’t know if I’m awake enough for it.”
“Never-the-less…tell me about your dream. That will wake you up,” Tyler’s fingers tightened around his friend’s member, making soft strokes as he nuzzled closer.
“I dreamed we were fourteen again, in your backyard, in the tent,” Heath hummed. “And you let me fuck you for the first time and afterwards you were to nervous to try it yourself, but it didn’t stop you from almost suffocating me with your dick.”
“I got away from myself…” Tyler shrugged. “It was an accident.”
“It was like I could feel your dick pushing down my throat with every thrust,” Heath groaned, rolling over on top of him, pulling Tyler’s hands up above his head. “Hmm, I see you’re up this morning.”
“You’re heavy,” Tyler teased.
“If my weight bothered you, we wouldn’t have started fooling around,” Heath nipped at his neck. “Don’t be in such a rush either. I’m not done telling you about my dream.”
“Ah, of course,” Tyler draped his arms over Heath’s shoulders. “Tell me more.”
“My favorite part was when you asked me to stop. It was so sweet,” Heath leaned back for a moment to tug Tyler’s pants down and reciprocating him for the start he’d given him. “But I convinced you to keep going.”
“I remember. You started out slow and then you just pulled out deeper and thrust in harder,” Tyler leaned up, kissing him, his hand going down to his member. “Do it again. Just like we did the first time. I’ll use that same pleading little voice,” He made a gasping noise, “Oh Heath, stop! It hurts so much, please, don’t go any deeper,” He licked his lips, and raised an eyebrow. “And you’ll hum softly in my ear and tell me to relax and that it will feel so good once you’re in all of the way. Then, when you start really fucking me, you’ll reach around me and jerk me off, making loud grunts and just say ‘fuck, fuck, shit…oh god…’ over and over in my ear.”
“You are so dirty,” Heath shook his head, leaning back and taking his hands away from Tyler’s body, and turning to get up off of the bed, going for the bathroom.
“Heath…what? Where are you going? We weren’t finished.”
“Go take a cold shower,” Heath tossed over his shoulder. “I know that’s what I’ll be doing.”
“Let me take it with you,” Tyler pulled his pants back on over his hips before following, just narrowly squeezing into the bathroom before Heath was able to close the door. “Let me…please?”
“Ty, I need to get ready so we can leave. Check out is in like an hour, and if we sit here and fool around—”
“It’ll take me ten minutes to make both of us happy.” Tyler argued, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside before stepping closer to push Heath’s boxers off. “If we just stand really close together and kiss…touch…we’ll be coming in no time. The way you feel against me makes me hard,” He kissed him again, his hands going to push away the last of his own clothes. “I don’t need to have a dick in my ass to have a good time, or vice versa.”
“I know you don’t, trust me. I know that very well.” Heath shook his head, “But not this morning, okay? Maybe…maybe tomorrow when we’re in Vegas.”
“Why wait and do tomorrow what you can do today?” Tyler’s lips were on his again, an urgent wanting made very apparent even before he even breathily opened his mouth to speak again. “I want you, right here, right now, in any way that you’ll have me.”
Heath sighed, turning away for a moment to turn on the water in the shower. When he turned back, Tyler had dropped to his knees and brought his mouth to his best friend’s member. Heath gasped for a moment, his hands going to Tyler’s shoulders, “Jesus! What the fuck are you doing?”
Tyler raised an eyebrow, but didn’t take the time to respond, continuing to bestow one of the best blow jobs that Heath had ever experienced.
“Jesus, where the fuck did you learn this? Oh…fuck,” He grabbed the edge of the sink, leaning back against it and closing his eyes as he emptied into Tyler’s waiting mouth. “Ah….shit. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing? You did exactly what I wanted you to do,” Tyler lapped at Heath’s softened member before standing and draping his arms over Heath’s shoulders again and kissing him, sharing a bit of come with him from his tongue.
“I hate it when you do that,” Heath shook his head. “I can’t…I won’t reciprocate, Tyler.”
Tyler shrugged, “Your loss then. I got really hard doing that. I’m so close,” one hand slid down Heath’s arm to his hand, bringing it between his legs, “you don’t even have to put your mouth there. Just touch me.”
“Jesus Christ, Tyler…” Heath shook his head.
“Religion has nothing to do with this, stop bringing up Jesus.”
“Let go of my hand,” Heath requested.
“I kind of like it right where it is,” Tyler’s eyes closed, and he pressed his forehead to Heath’s shoulders, pushing his hips closer, making a low moan in the back of his throat and he moved their hands away to push up closer to Heath, blindly finding his lips as he came.
“Fuck, Tyler.” Heath sighed, waiting at least until he had finished before he pushed him away. “Did you have to get us both covered in it, you asshole.”
Tyler laughed, stroking himself for the last of his come before he turned on the sink, washing his hands and picking up a washcloth to clean himself off, “You could have just cooperated with me, and then it wouldn’t have been so bad –don’t wash it off yet.”
“You said ten minutes, you’ve had it, and we’re both spent, so get out of my room.”
“I love you say that…spent. Like sex is money…”
“Get out,” Heath sighed, stepping over the edge of the tub and underneath the hot water.
“Fine, I’ll go…but I won’t stop pestering you. We still have a month and half left of tour, and we’ll find each other again. Maybe you’ll be willing next time and maybe you won’t, but I’ll have you either way.”
“I know,” Heath leaned against the back of the shower, letting water cascade over him. “It’s just the way you are.”
“That’s right, it is. I’ll see you on the bus.”
“Yeah,” Heath nodded, even though Tyler couldn’t see him. The door creaked open and Tyler paused.
“Heath?”
“Yeah?”
“I like being with you, even if I don’t love you as anything more then my friend.”
“I know.”

Dark LIttle Town: The Beginning

Dark Little Town: The Beginning

Tynan was a quiet little town with two major festivals a year –a Winter Wonderland hosted by the local high school, and a Summer Block Party planned and hosted by the town itself. It was at one of these festivities, the Winter Wonderland actually, that ten-year-old Tyler Norse met his best friend, a husky red-head by the name of Heath Gibson.
“He’s really pretty,” Tyler was sitting on the rickety fence a few summers later when they were both thirteen. Around them, a variety of townsfolk milled around looking at cattle and vegetables, “You know…for being a kid.”
“He’s probably, what? Nine? Cripes,” Heath was eating, like he usually was, but a bright red apple he had paid twenty five cents for, having not been able to find a potato chip vendor.
“So what?”
Heath was the only person in the world who knew that Tyler liked other boys, and Tyler had been relieved to find that Heath sort of agreed with him.
“So what –you could go to jail for even thinking about doing stuff with a ten year old.”
“Adults go to jail, Heath. Kids go to juvie.”
“Whatever, you still can’t have it.”
“I was making an observation, Heath. I wasn’t going to act on any of it.”
“I never know with you. We’ve gotten into trouble, but I don’t want to add molestation our list of crimes.”
“Don’t worry –not until we’re sixteen at least.” Tyler grinned, pulling him closer to kiss him.
“Dude! Not in public!” Heath pushed him away, “Christ! Did you steal that piece of apple my mouth or did I swallow it?”
“I dunno,” Typer slyly crunched on it. “This Fair is lame. Let’s go to my place and play some video games or something.”
“Okay,” Heath took one last bite of his apple before pitching it over the fence, and wiping his hands on the bottom of his shirt.
The two made the short trek in record time, shouting hello to Tyler’s Mom who was baking in the kitchen before closing themselves into Tyler’s room.
“What do you want to play?” Tyler asked, moving to pull out his PlayStation and two controllers from underneath his television.
“Doesn’t matter --” Heath grabbed his wrist, pulling him close for a moment. “First do that thing with your tongue…”
“What thing?” Tyler asked, tilting his head to the side.
“You know…when you kiss me and shove it in my mouth, tracing those little circles against mine.”
“Ah,” Tyler nodded. “I thought you didn’t like it when I kissed you?”
“I don’t like it when you do it public, I’ve got no problem with it in private.”
“Ah,” Tyler repeated, putting his hands on Heath’s hips before obliging his request. The two boys kissed for a few moments, before Tyler pulled away, surprised as Heath’s hands had moved up under the bottom of his cut-off shorts to squeeze his ass, “What are you doing?”
“I-I don’t know. I’m sorry, I was just…going with the flow.” Heath shoved his roving hands into his pockets, blushing red.
“Well, think before you touch me like that, christ!”
“I’m sorry! I thought you’d like it!”
“Heath, we’re thirteen! We are so not ready to be touching each other like that, fuck,”
“Right, right…sorry. Let’s just, play a game,” Heath turned away, flushing an even darker shade of red. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back. You can pick something out.”
Once in the bathroom, Heath sank down onto the tiled floor, burying his head in his hands, silently berating himself and his impending hard-on.


A few weeks later, school started and in a quest to get his mind off of Tyler, he started asking out girls and fooling around with them rather then with Tyler.
It was almost Thanksgiving when Tyler’s parents died in a car accident coming home from a trip to the supermarket. They skidded on a patch of ice, rolled their car, and smacked dead-on into a large oak tree a few streets down from their house.
Miranda, Tyler’s sister, dropped him off at the Gibson’s, not knowing what else to do with him as she made other arrangements for the funeral of both their parents. Heath was in his bedroom reading a Sports Illustrated when Tyler let himself in.
“Hey,” He put the magazine down and straightened on the bed, “You okay?”
“Do I look okay?” Tyler sat on the edge of the bed, dropping his duffle bag onto the floor. Heath was quiet, and Tyler shrugged before continuing, “I’m fine. I guess I just don’t know what I’m supposed to feel, you know? Miranda is freaking out, everyone around us seems to be bawling their eyes out, and…I just feel sort of numb.” He turned to look at Heath. “I’m more concerned about what the hell is going to happen to me then anything else. My parents are dead, and I don’t expect Miranda to drop her life to take care of me until I’m 18, so…what’s going to happen to me?”
Heath shifted on the bed, wrapping his arms around Tyler’s waist, ignoring the turn in the pit of his stomach as he got close to his best friend, “I don’t know, Ty.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?” Heath rested his chin on Tyler’s shoulder, the closeness feeling natural, but also strange because it had been so long since he’d let himself get so physically close to Tyler.
“What if they put me in foster care or something?”
“That won’t happen, I wouldn’t let it.”
Tyler sighed, shaking his head, “I’m tired.”
“C’mon, we can go to sleep then, Heath moved again, pulling Tyler against his chest on the bed and wrapping a leg over Tyler’s knees.
“Heath, I can’t breath with your arm over my neck like that.”
“Sorry,” Heath shifted his arm down to Tyler’s waist. The two lay side-by-side together quietly for a few minutes before Tyler cleared his throat to speak again.
“Heath?”
“Yeah?”
“How do you think you know when you’re ready for sex?”
“Uh…I don’t know. Why do you ask?” Heath’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Because, I really feel like I’m ready. I don’t want to freak you out or anything,” He leaned up on an elbow, looking at him. “I want my first time to be with you, Heath.”
“You aren’t just saying that because of what’s happening, are you?”
“No.” Tyler shook his head, moving to press his lips to Heath’s, whispering softly into his ear. “I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now, how good it would feel to just…play with each other, jack off or maybe even try a blow job. I want to learn with you. I think I might love you. You’re like one of the most important people in my life.”
“And…you want to have sex…with me?”
“Not like anal sex or anything, just experimental stuff.”
“And you want to do this now?”
“Now…later…whatever.”
“Well, do you want to do me, or do you want me to do you?”
“I dunno, do you think you’re ready to get serviced?”
“Serviced? Where the hell did you hear that?”
“I read it on the internet.”
“I don’t know, Ty. This is pretty serious, right? Jerking off by ourselves is one thing, but doing it to each other or putting each other’s dick in our mouths. Can we do that?”
“I think we should try.”
“Well, you’re the one who wants to try it out, I’m willing to be your guinea pig.”
“If you don’t want to, or you want to think about it, that’s fine Heath. It isn’t like I’m going anywhere for awhile.” Tyler laid his head back down on Heath’s arm.
Heath swallowed, looking at him before brushing his fingers across his cheek and tilting his face to kiss him, their tongues pushing together and overfilling their mouths.
“Don’t kiss me to make me feel better, I feel like shit,” Tyler shook his head with a sigh.
“Well, when you’re ready…you can fuck me anytime.” Heath promised.
Tyler smiled, “Okay.” He snuggled down against Heath’s chest and closed his eyes.
A few hours later, he woke up to Heath’s fingers stroking his hair and the sound of flipping magazine pages. Heath looked down as Tyler stirred, “Hey Sleepy-head.”
“Hey. What time is it?”
“A little after ten. I didn’t want to wake you up, so you missed supper, but there’s a plate in the mic for you if you’re hungry.”
Tyler shook his head, “No, I’m good.”
Heath put his magazine down, watching him brush sleep from his eyes, “Well, my parents went to bed, so as long as we’re quiet we can do whatever. You want to watch a mo—” He was silenced by Tyler’s lips against his, his hands pushing him back against the headboard with surprising strength.
“You know what I want,” Tyler’s voice was breathy and he sucked softly on Heath’s bottom lip. He leaned back for a moment to watch Heath nod and move to unbutton his jeans. He paused before he started to push them past his hips.
“You aren’t going to laugh at me, are you?”
“Of course not, jeez. I’ve seen you naked before.”
“Yeah, but not with the intention of doing anything to me.”
“Would it make you feel better if I was naked too?” Tyler asked, edging off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. Heath was silent, mouth gapped as Tyler pushed his own jeans and underwear down around his ankles before stepping from them. “See? No big deal.”
Heath’s face turned pink, but he finally slid off the rest of his clothes, letting them join Tyler’s on the floor.
“Okay, lay down.” Tyler got on his knees at the foot of the bed, waiting for Heath to oblige him, “Loosen up, Heath. Cripes.” He pushed his friend’s knees apart, looking at the other boy’s equipment for a moment.
“Are you just going to look at it, or are you going to touch it?” Heath curled an arm behind his head.
“Yeah, I was just getting a good look. Outside of porn, I’ve never really looked at another dick besides my own.” Tyler slid his hands up Heath’s thighs, running the back of his nails over Heath’s scrotum before wrapping his finger’s around the base of his member. Heath’s eyes closed as Tyler began stroking him. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Tyler’s, tightening his grip.
“You’re already hard,” Tyler teased, brushing Heath’s hand away. “How am I supposed to perfect my skills as a gay guy if my guinea pig only lasts a few minutes at a time?”
“I can’t help it that you turn me on. I’ve been concealing a stiffy since you kissed me earlier.”
Tyler continued stroking him, pausing for a moment as Heath’s eyes closed and his throat emitted involuntary grunts.
“Do you come?”
“What?”
“Do you come? You know, ejaculate. Semen.”
“Oh, yeah, of course I do. Does it matter?”
“I was just checking,” Tyler continued stroking him. “What’s it like? Do you just kind of ooze it out, or does it shoot out in jets?”
“I don’t know, jets I guess.”
“Oh good,” Tyler nodded. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Fuck it, I’m about to go right now.” Heath groaned, his hand returning around Tyler’s again. He watched as Tyler put his mouth above the head of his penis as the first jet erupted, Tyler’s tongue emerging to catch it. Heath’s eyes widened as his best friend caught the subsequent white ropes in his mouth before leaning back, swirling it around in his mouth and brushing his thumb over the head of Heath’s appendage, licking away the last traces of come that had remained there from his own skin.
“You swallowed it?”
Tyler grinned, nodding, “Yeah. It’s good.”
“What’s it taste like?”
“Hmm…salty, I guess. You’ve never tasted your own come before?”
Heath shook his head, “No, not really. How come you didn’t use your mouth?”
“I was able to see your face better. You were really cute when you were watching me drink your come,” Tyler grinned again. “You want to try?”
“I dunno…I’m already getting hard again,” Heath brushed his hand over his truthfully hardening cock.
Tyler nodded, “I know something fun we can do then.”
“You do?” Heath asked.
“Sure,” Tyler nodded, moving to press his member against Heath’s, laying on top of him, pressing their bodies together tightly. He grunted, pulling one of Heath’s legs over his own before thrusting upwards. Heath gasped, his eyes closing for a moment.
“You like it?” Tyler asked, feeling precome trickling from his own member, lubing the two of them, along with Heath’s come.
“Heath nodded, his hands gripping Tyler’s hips, “Yeah…Fuck.”
Tyler smiled, thrusting harder and quicker until they were both panting and sweaty, their appendages covered in each other’s fluids.
“A few more times,” Heath requested as Tyler started to move away.
“We’re going to get chapped dicks,” Tyler teased, thrusting against him again anyway.
“It’s worth it,” Heath groaned, shuddering again, his breath ragged.
Tyler rolled away, brushing his hair away from his face, “Heath?”
“Yeah, Ty?”
“I’m really glad that my first time with another boy was wit you.”
“Me too.”


“If you could fuck anyone for the rest of your life, who would it be?” Tyler, Heath, and another friend by the name of Jordan, now seventeen, were just entering a high and scavenging the Norse kitchen for munchies.
“You, of course.” Heath pressed Tyler against the dishwasher, kissing him and letting his hands rove past the waistband of his best friend’s jeans, groping him.
“Aw, how sweet,” Tyler kissed him back and licked his lips before turning to Jordan. “What about you? Certainly not Melanie?”
“God no! Did I tell you that she wants to have a baby? We just started our senior year of high school and she wants to get married and have a kid –she’s fuckin’ nuts. I’m breaking up with her tomorrow.”
“That’s what you get for having one of those silly ‘relationships’,” Heath brought Tyler’s mouth back to his.
“You know, there is a word for guys like you.” Tyler raised an eyebrow.
“There are several and I’m proud to be each and every one of them,” Heath’s mouth was wet and still tasted of the marijuana they had shared.
“We need to stop getting high together,” Tyler teased. “It makes you horny.”
“That’s not the weed, that’s you.”
“You two are disgusting,” Jordan shook his head, putting the container of cottage cheese he had been eating back in the fridge. “I’m going home, see you later.” He pulled Tyler away from Heath long enough for a short kiss before laying on one Heath too. “Have a nice night, don’t wake up Miranda.”
“We haven’t yet,” Tyler pulled him back, kissing him deeper and licking his lips as he pulled away. “We’ll break you one of these days, Jordan. Maybe you’d like taking it up the ass. It’s surprisingly good.”
“Maybe some other night.”
Once Jordan had disappeared from the kitchen, Heath lifted Tyler easily onto the counter, “C’mon –whip it out.” He turned away to the refrigerator as Tyler started to undo his pants.
“You wanna do this in the kitchen? My room’s not a total mess, you know. There’s plenty of room for both of us on the bed.” Tyler raised a suggestive eyebrow.
“Naw, easier to clean up the mess I want to make in the kitchen then it would be in your room,” Heath grinned.
“What are you doing? –Oh no, you are not putting grape jelly on my dick. Do you know how hard that would be to get out of my pubes?”
“Don’t be disgusting,” Heath sighed. “I was moving it out of the way to get to the whipped cream.”
“Can or tub?”
“Which do you prefer?”
“Tub is quieter.”
“But the can is so much more fun…”
“You want to try something new?” Tyler pulled Heath back from him, the fridge door closing a moment later.
“New?”
“Yeah. Jimmy gave me a good deal on some new stuff.”
“What kind of new stuff? Did you get E again? That shit was sweet, but it’ll fuck you up if it’s not made right.”
“No, no…”
“Then what?”
“Coke.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“And you wanna snort it?”
“Gross, no!” Tyler shook his head. “We can try it, but that’s weird. I figured we could lick it off each other,” He demonstrated by licking a line up Heath’s neck.
“I dunno Ty, you seem pretty bent on finding harder stuff lately. Pretty soon you’re going to kill us.”
“We’ll just try a taste,” Tyler coaxed, running his hand through Heath’s hair. “Just enough to get a buzz.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Heath shook his head, pressing his mouth to Tyler’s, letting his tongue do the reprimanding for him.
“So, you’ll try it with me?”
“Yeah, I’ll try it with you. If I’m gonna die with someone, it might as well be you.”
“I’m glad you see it my way then. Let’s go to my room.” Tyler jumped down from the counter, his fingers tightening around Heath’s wrist as he pulled him from the kitchen, tip-toeing quietly down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door behind the to two of them before he pushed Heath onto the bed. “Wait there,” He moved to his dresser, reaching to the back of his top drawer to remove the plastic baggie filled with the white powder. He tucked it into his back pocket, continuing to grope around under his clothes until he found what he was looking for.
“Condoms? Are those necessary? You been sleeping around on me?” Heath asked, twisting to pull open the bedside drawer to remove the first bottle of lube he found.
“Hmm, not that one,” Tyler shook his head, slapping Heath’s hands away from the drawer.
“What’s the difference?” Heath asked, watching amused as Tyler just pulled out the drawer and dumped it on the bed.
“Because I use certain lubes for certain things,” Tyler shrugged. “You wanted to use KY, which I typically use for masturbation. I like using Wet or Astroglide for sex.”
“And what about these other little bottles?” Heath raised an eyebrow, picking up one of the small trial-sized bottles between his thumb and index finger.
“It’s flavored for blow-jobs. We’ve used them before, you probably just didn’t notice.” Tyler set the bottle he had been looking for on the corner of the night-stand, and swiped the rest of the bottles back into the drawer before pushing it back into place on the night stand.
“And why do you have this collection?” Heath raised an eyebrow, moving to lean against the headboard of the bed.
“I like to have options,” Tyler pulled his shirt over his head before straddling Heath’s hips between his knees. “Don’t you?” His fingers went under Heath’s shirt and he pressed their mouths together, his tongue probing past Heath’s lips. When he leaned back, reaching into his back pocket for the packet of cocaine, “You want to try it first?”
“Sure,” Heath nodded, taking the packet from him and unsealing it. “Err, how should I do this?”
“Here,” Tyler took Heath’s hand, sucking on his pinky for a second before releasing him again. “Put it on your finger.”
“Okay…and then what?”
“I think you’re supposed to run it across your gums and teeth,” Tyler took the packet from him, repeating what he had done to Heath for himself before dipping his finger in the powder, licking it off, “But I don’t think it makes a difference.”
Heath nodded, sucking on his pinky, “Hmm…I thought it would taste…chalky or something, but it doesn’t.”
“I can’t believe we’ve never done cocaine before,” Tyler took another taste before sealing the bag again and tucking it into his back pocket again. “It wasn’t that expensive.”
“How much you pay for it?” Heath asked, shifting down the headboard into the pillows, his hands tucking into Tyler’s pockets.
“Ten bucks,” Tyler kissed his neck, “Jimmy told me it was cut with sugar, which is probably why it tasted sweet.”
“Hmm…it’s interesting,” Heath pulled his hand around to the front of Tyler’s jeans, reaching into his front pocket, “You didn’t tell me what the condoms were for. Something you need to tell me?”
“No, I haven’t fucked up,” Tyler laughed. “I just like the way they feel once in awhile. They make me feel safer, I guess.”
“You’re with me,” Heath argued.
“Exactly,” Tyler scoffed.
“Hey, you don’t want to have sex with me, that’s fine.” Heath grabbed him around the waist, flipping him over onto his back and rolling on top of him. “I’ve got plenty of other people I can call up for a night of fucking around.”
“It’s not a big deal, Heath. It was just an idea.” Heath couldn’t see Tyler’s color rising as he looked away, slipping his hands to undo Heath’s jeans. “Get these jeans off.”
Heath was quiet, pulling his shirt over his head, sighing softly as Tyler’s hands slipped into his jeans and Tyler used his free hand to pull his ear down to his mouth.
“Do you want to be Top? Will that make you feel better?”
“I thought we’d already established that that was the way it was going to be,” Heath raised an eyebrow, his fingers tracing down Tyler’s chest, feeling out the crevices in his muscles before he started to push away the denim still encasing him. “Now shut up and let me do my thing, okay?”
Tyler nodded, folding an arm behind his head and pressing his lips together as Heath’s mouth made a journey down his body, stopping just before he would have put his mouth around Tyler’s member, his breath warm against his stomach as he paused for a moment.
“What’s the matter?” Tyler asked.
“Nothing,” Heath shook his head. “The drugs are kicking in,” He smiled softly, pushing his jeans off the rest of the way before tossing the last of their clothes from the bed and picking up the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Tyler flinched slightly at the cold fluid as it landed on his member and Heath quieted him again, pressing their mouths together, working the lube into his partner’s skin. Tyler’s moan came out as more of a squeak past both of their lips.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Tyler turned his head away as Heath’s hand’s moved from his appendage and back between his own legs, probing his anus with his slick fingers.
“Letting you fuck me,” Heath replied breathily, pushing Tyler to fit into him.
“You look so sexy,” Tyler’s fingers traced Heath’s tightly closed mouth as he sat up, pulling a leg over Heath’s and pushing deeper inside of him. Heath didn’t reply, moaning softly against Tyler’s lips as he kissed him, rocking up-and-down on his member. Tyler’s faint pleas of satisfaction where like music to Heath’s ears, driving him to fulfill his best friend’s desires, abusing himself willingly for that last choked up pant, and a low groan of orgasm, his prize for a job well done.
“Fuck,” Tyler moaned as his now soft cock slipped from inside of Heath, come still trickling a path down it, and out of Heath’s rectum.
“You liked it?” Heath was suddenly the self-conscious thirteen year old that he had had sex with that first time.
“Perfect,” Tyler assured him, his eyes closing softly, a hand pressing against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing back down to normal. “But now we have to take care of you yet,” He pulled Heath’s lips to his. “How do you want me?”
“I don’t need you to do anything but lay there and look pretty,” Heath shook his head, his hand traveling to his member, stroking himself. It wasn’t long before he was emitting his own cry of satisfaction, proof of which was splattering across Tyler’s chest.
“What a waste,” Tyler’s voice seemed to be filled with pity.
‘What are you talking about? It’s not going to waste,” Heath rolled his eyes, continuing to stroke himself soft before he leaned down, lapping his tongue up Tyler’s chest. “Clean up is half of the fun, silly.”

The next morning, Heath sounded annoyed as he pulled his clothes back on almost immediately after having woken up.
“What’s the matter?” Tyler stretched and yawned before tunneling out from under the covers. “You sound all huffy.”
‘We slept together again last night, didn’t we? And we did cocaine! Fuck, what the hell were we thinking, Ty? Weed once in awhile is one thing, but when we start getting our hands on harder stuff? Christ.”
“Didn’t you like it?”
“For once I want to remember the whole night before, Tyler. Not just bits and pieces clouded from drugged out illusions.”
“So you’re mad because we did a tiny amount of coke, not because we fucked?”
“I’m used to that, Tyler. You’re a bad influence on me. We have like eight months of school left before we can get out of this hell-hole little town. Stop trying to kill the both of us.”
“I’m sorry…I guess, I wasn’t thinking.” Tyler blushed red.
“Obviously not,” Heath sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling on his socks and sneakers. “Why do you want to do it with me anyway? I’m fat, I sleep with girls, and I’m not even that good at it.”
“First of all, you are not fat, so just shut up. Secondly, I don’t care who else you sleep with, and I’ve always thought you were fabulous in bed.”
“What do you know? I’m the only one you’ve got balls for and we’ve been screwing since we were thirteen.”
“Exactly. I love you.”
“Don’t say that,” Heath shook his head. “You love me as your best friend, Tyler. Stop trying to push me into one of your gay-romantic fantasies. Find a goddamn boyfriend and stop fucking with me.”
“Heath…I thought you liked it. I thought…I know you aren’t gay Heath, but you still like guys. You like me.”
“I do, Tyler. I love fucking around with you, but we’ve got to face it. I can’t be your boyfriend.”
“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. We can screw around together at parties and on weekends, but I don’t want you to be my boyfriend.”
“I gotta go,” Heath shook his head. “I’ll call you later. I’m sorry.” He pressed a short kiss to Tyler’s forehead. “Go back to sleep…and don’t be mad at me.” Tyler was silent, watching Heath stride from his bedroom.

Just a Note.

Just a note, nothing really to say except this, and then I am going to say no more.

If you don't like what I write, keep it to yourself. You're entitled to your opinion, and that's fine with me. There are plenty of other people who like, and enjoy what I write --which is what this is targeted to. Girls and women between 15-25ish who like to read (or even write) with a similar interest as I do. My ideas, and the way that I write are based off of what I read, rarely from what I see.

I know a plea to just leave me alone, and not haze or harass me about this will just be laughed at and probably just encourage it more so, so let me just remind you: There is an actual human being behind all of this stuff with just as many thoughts and feelings as you, and all she wants is some respect, and to be able to go on in peace. I have enough shit going on in my life between my family problems, work, and a nonsexistant personal life that I don't need to be depressed an annoyed by shit going on on the fucking internet, okay? If I wanted that, I would have stayed in high school.

Thanks.
Samma
(ThePQ4)