G is for Godly Gays
Flipping an arrow shaft between my fingers, I release a heavy sigh. Glancing to the twinkling starry sky, I lift from the sidewalk, catching the air with white feathery wings. The flat roof of a tall building is where I land, my eyes surveying the vast city below.
Spreading love and desire would be much more…well…desirable if I wasn’t stuck here on due to a lost bet. I suppose I should have known Apollo would set me up at some point for the spite against Daphne and him…
…though I figured we were past that. It feels like eons since then, long forgotten from his memory is what I assumed. I judged poorly and he tricked me…sooner or later, everything comes to bite you in the ass.
One year.
That’s it.
One year passes in the blink of an eye, hardly batting eyelashes at how ridiculous time means…and yet…this year has felt like an eternity. Valentine’s Day is approaching and soon, the year ending where it had begun. Tomorrow, I can rejoin friends and family soon enough.
My bow is drawn, a lead arrow nocked. My vision focuses, zooming in on that of marriage so broken beyond repair; the two can hardly see and admit it is over. The love they attempt to share, it isn’t genuine. To move on is to assume fault and responsibility, neither wanting to be the first to pull away for fear of how the other might regard them.
The arrow is loose, nocking, drawing and loosing another in quick succession. The two lead arrows whizz through the air, striking the hearts of the two men standing outside of the restaurant. The arrows disintegrate, lifting on the light breeze as the last of desires flicker out, only to become fireflies among the stars overhead.
“You change your mind often, don’t you Eros?” Apollo’s voice startles me, lowering my bow as I turn to my side.
“No more than you I suppose,” shrugging my shoulders, the anger between the two men draws my attention back to the scene playing out down below. It’s like a play, the drama escalating, the climax nearing…
“I want a divorce!” The two men yell at one another in unison.
One of them scoffs and turns on his heels before tossing carelessly over his shoulder, “For once, we agree!”
“Spreading your mood to others?” Apollo asks, my gaze flickering back to his. When I say nothing, he chuckles, “Don’t be sour,” he grins, the surprise he has for me materializing in his hand, “I brought you chocolates as a peace offering.”
Arching a brow, I ask, “Why wouldn’t you bring me a laurel then?”
“Figured chocolates were more your thing, you know, with the whole lovey-dovey aura you exude…though,” Apollo looks me once over before chuckling, “you seem far from your usual boisterous and carefree-self.”
I nearly see my soul with how hard I roll my eyes, turning away and retorting, “Go write a poem or seduce an oracle.”
“Awe, I didn’t mean any harm…lover-boy,” Apollo’s voice is distant when I glance over my shoulder. He’s in the air and traveling away from me when I nock an arrow, draw, and loose it…though I don’t consider he already figured my next move after the last time he mocked me. Apollo gracefully dodges, my first mark lost as he playfully states, “You missed, although, you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take, so I’ll give you credit for trying.”
…there’s just one thing he didn’t account for.
The second arrow pierces his heart, Apollo’s eyes wide with shock as I lower my bow. Tilting my head to the side, I wait for whatever sassy remark he has on hand. When none slips past his lips, I smirk, my heart skipping a beat at the way the look he holds for me shifts.
Succumb to his desires…for me.
To not be mocked, to be held dearly and on that of a pedestal is the wish I have for Apollo to cater to me.
Breathing out sharply, he’s quick. Appearing before me with speed untraceable, both hands touch my cheeks. He cups them tenderly, his eyes searching mine before his lips kiss me deeply. I take a step backward, unprepared for the way his lips move against mine…though I believe to nearly fall from the rooftop, I don’t.
It’s the air around Apollo and I that rushes, my bow no longer a physical manifestation within my grasp. The loss of air consumes my senses, feeling the disassociation from my clothes until he lays me back against soft satin sheets. I’ve known this warmth before, his room the place I venture when he’s not around. Prying eyes stray away when I sneak inside…though this time, it’s under circumstances I only dream about, my fantasies seeping through into reality.
He knows, senses the way I meld into his touch. Apollo’s tongue glides over mine, breathing hard between parted lips. A hand slides down my bare chest, a brief caress down the length of my cock, cupping and grasping my balls in a swift motion. Exhaling sharply, a groan coaxes Apollo, his kisses growing feverish.
His touch is what I desire…
…to touch him is a flame that kindles before igniting into a wildfire.
We’re almost in unison, Apollo stroking my cock, brushing the pad of his thumb over the head. My firm grasp on his length, pumping him spirals me further into this need…want…a single groan fills my ear. His tongue encircles my lobe, sucking it between his teeth, a gentle nip before sucking once again. My skin heats, feeling it race through every fiber of my being, my muscles relaxing when he moves downward.
Out of my grasp, I yearn to stroke his cock…I’ll worship it. Just as mortals worship him in prayer, I too want to have him bestow his blessing upon me. Fiery kisses scorch my skin as he trails his lips down my abdomen. My head back, chin tilting upward the moment his decadently warm mouth wraps around my cock. Licking and sucking, I swell for a moment at the overwhelming sensation. His hand grasping and massaging my balls brings me back, breathing out sharply as I lift to my elbows.
Apollo’s eyes are just as hooded as mine, the pleasure he sees me in drives him wild. Another groan leaves my lips when I feel my cock slide down the back of his throat. His muscles tighten around my length, his head moving back up before quickly bringing his lips to the base of my cock. His tongue moves against me, begging him, “Apollo…”
His mouth releases my cock, but not before he kisses the tip gently. Apollo stands on the bed as I sit up, feeling his hand on the back of my head as he guides me to the height of his cock. He’s swollen, hard, waiting for a release. My tongue flicks out, tasting the precum that dews from the head, the saltiness awakening my taste buds. The softness of his head is deceiving, engulfing his cock as his girth is unprecedented.
“Fuck…Eros,” Apollo’s approval stirs me, my hand wrapping around my cock. Pumping myself, I move up and down his length, twisting my tongue around the head of his cock each time I pull back. His hand doesn’t allow me to move that far from him, our need entwined. The head hits the back of my throat, breathing out as I take him fully before I gag.
A light chuckle leaves Apollo’s lips, the back of his hand caressing my cheek. He draws my gaze upward, moving back down his length as I see his eyelids fall shut for a moment. He draws his lower lip between his teeth, the grip on my hair tensing as he bucks his hips slightly to meet me.
With reluctance, Apollo withdraws from my mouth, his cock bouncing for a second before my eyes. He kneels, moving me back down close to the sheets. Raising my knees back with both his hands, his look alone speaks volumes, daring me to move them back. I hardly believe I can the second his middle and ring finger rubs my anus. A smooth, slick sensation of liquid passes over my rim as he messages me, leaning in close before his lips capture mine once more.
A short, deep kiss leaves me breathes, an airy groan drawn forth as he pulls back slightly. Apollo’s hand guides his cock, the head pressing against my rim, through and past in within mere seconds. A pleasurable shudder trails down my spine when his cock strokes my prostate, my hips nudging to meet his even thrusts.
“Fuck me, fuck,” curses play from my lips like a melody, Apollo’s lips tracing against mine. Mine part for his, though I capture his lower lip between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth. Nipping at his soft flesh, I trace my tongue over it, kissing him hard before he separates and breathes heavily. We lavish one another in passionate kisses, our need growing deeper with each passing second.
His musky scent entices my senses, his hand wrapping around my length…a prickling and tingling sensation shoots down my cock, resting at the base before my balls tense. Pumping me in quick motions, his forehead pressed against mine, our groans capturing the same tune.
Apollo’s cock strokes my tight muscles, though they hug his girth in response. Edging me closer, his seductive words beckon me, “H-How long have you waited to pierce my h-heart with your arrow of love?”
I’m ceasing around his cock, his hips piston while I rock back against his thrusts. His grip tightens around my cock slowly, pressure building while he continues to pump me faster. My eyes gaze up into his, breathily shaking, “T-Too l-long.”
It’s my spoken words that cause us both to swell, feeling my cum hit against my abdomen and chest…
…just as Apollo’s cock engorges against my prostate, a wave of lightning ricocheting through me. My muscles constrict, his warm seed filling my ass. Our breathing is labored, his forehead sliding down and resting in the crock of my neck. We spend moments, relaxing, stilling…until we are completely aware of our surroundings.
Apollo withdraws his softening cock, leaning on his side as his eyes look over my features, beholding me with a new light. He shakes his head, planting a soft kiss against my lips as I return the favor. He glances away from me, breathing in and out slowly.
“Hey, Apollo,” I call his attention forth.
“Yes?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.
I sit up gradually, releasing a happy sigh, “I managed to make it back to the land of immortals before the year was up.”
Apollo’s features shift, an indiscernible sound emitting from his slightly parted lips.
“You lost your wager,” a devilish grin tugs at the corners of my lips before plastering on full display.
“Fuck me…” Apollo mutters, his muscles tensing before he releases a heavy sigh.
A chuckle leaves my lips as I muse, “Oh, I will…each and every day.” His eyes meet mine and I wink, “Your one and only for the next year.”
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