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The bus ride from the campus gym to their apartment complex was… agony.
Patroclus was finally holding Achilles’ hand, fingers threaded, their intentions clear. Mostly. Achilles was still absolutely drenched in sweat and Patroclus could barely feel his pulsing quads, but they kept quiet. The blond would sometimes rub his thumb over their hands and Patroclus would start to drown.
Oh yikes, he loved his best friend and literally everything about him. Now that he could actually act on his feelings though, he felt terrified. He was shaking so hard, he wasn’t sure how Achilles didn’t notice. He was too busy smiling stupidly and giving Patroclus heart attacks to care, probably.
He wanted to make out, forever preferably. He wanted to get fucked over every inch of his apartment. He wanted to finally count the nearly invisible freckles spotting his best friend’s nose. He wanted to wear that Disney sweatshirt he bought for him and maybe never take it off. No wait, he had a better idea: he wanted Achilles to wear his dress, earrings and necklace, and fuck him over any and every possible surface.
Patroclus sucked in a breath and finally met his boyfriend’s eyes. Just as green as he remembered, but this time they were soft. Melting pools of glittering water and exotic gems. And there they went, roaming over his face, down his neck and to his thighs.
Achilles bumped their knees together.
“So, what was that about your thighs around my head?” He whispered.
Patroclus choked, his brain fried.
“Asdfghjkl-”
“No seriously, I’m very interested in what you said back there.” Achilles looked so smug, his voice so deep and killing Patroclus . “Sucking my soul out of… what was it?”
“I will literally sit on your face so you stop breathing,” Patroclus hissed, face boiling. “I will kill you, you rat bastard.”
Achilles laughed, head back in pure joy.
“My face is your throne, baby.”
Patroclus hid his face behind his free hand, unable to look at Achilles anymore.
“I fucking hate you.”
“If I remember correctly… you love me.” Achilles giggled. “You love me!” He began to wiggle in his seat, a victory dance of some kind. Patroclus still refused to look at him. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, baby.”
Being called ‘baby’ was slowly driving a knife into Patroclus’ brain. It both hurt and was the best thing ever. His dream of Dirty Dancing may just come true.
“And…” Patroclus whispered. “And how long have you?”
Achilles stopped his wiggles and looked at him seriously. He tilted his head like he was giving it some serious thought.
“The moment Hector broke your arm, I knew. I knew you were the love of my life and that I would put him down like a dog if he touched you again.”
Patroclus sat up in alarm.
“Not a sane thing to admit,” he hurriedly said. “You already broke his collarbone. One of the most painful breaks.”
“It wasn’t painful enough.” Achilles muttered darkly. Patroclus quickly pulled his face to meet his own.
“I knew you were the love of my life when I first understood what love was.” His voice was trembling, but he kept on with his distraction. “Briseis and I always joked that you were the sun and I was the moon. That you shined so bright and I chased you everywhere.”
Achilles’ face was pink, his eyes wide.
“That’s ridiculous,” the blond looked away in embarrassment. “The sun chases the moon.”
Patroclus couldn’t help it. He pulled him in and kissed his forehead.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Achilles. I would break my arms every day just to see you.”
“And I will break anyone’s spine who touches you.”
“Oh jeez, not what I was aiming for.”
Turned out, Thetis did have a key.
Patroclus’ things were packed up in boxes that were not labeled, but neatly stacked in the living room. His room was taken apart and he spotted his favorite aloe plant lay broken on the ground outside the bedroom window.
“Damn, I forgot how crazy she is.”
“At least she isn’t here,” Achilles tried to sound positive with his hands under Patroclus’ shirt. “And your things aren’t burning in the dumpster behind the complex.”
Patroclus had to agree.
“It’s the little things.”
Achilles turned him around and gave him an unsure look.
“I’m sorry. We can unpack your stuff, change the locks, and I’ll talk to her.”
Patroclus shrugged, completely unconcerned.
“Honestly, I don’t give a shit.” He said, putting his arms around Achilles’ neck. “I’ll just wear your clothes and sleep in your bed forever.”
Achilles response was to pick him up.
“Fucking deal.”
The trip to the bedroom should have been short, but they kept pausing. Patroclus’ back pressed against each wall, his legs around Achilles waist as they kissed. They knocked over a few paintings, tripped over a protein shaker (“I told you to clean that up this morning.”), and nearly broke down Achilles’ door.
Achilles dropped Patroclus suddenly.
“My bed…” He whispered.
Patroclus blinked in shock.
The mattress was gone. His gift from Thetis was just… gone.
“That crazy bitch,” Patroclus huffed. “I was really looking forward to never leaving it.”
Achilles huffed and then shrugged. He didn’t care about it much anyway.
“I can still fuck you on the floor.”
Patroclus sucked in a breath and punched the blond on the arm. Achilles laughed, completely unfazed about his missing mattress. He lunged for another kiss and picked Patroclus back up. His shoulder smacked against the door, probably putting a hole in the wall. Completely focused on each other, they kept going.
Patroclus crossed his ankles and Achilles squeezed his butt. Patroclus moaned and Achilles had to breathe back curses.
“Okay, okay,” Patroclus finally pulled away to catch his breath. “I have a favor to ask.”
Achilles looked confused, face pink, hair completely messed up. Patroclus found himself falling even harder in love.
“What? Now?”
“Yes, now.” He continued before he lost his nerve. “That… dress.”
Achilles dropped him again.
“Ow! Quit dropping me!”
“I’m going to kill Odysseus.” Achilles grumbled, but bent down to sit on the floor next to his boyfriend. “I thought I deleted that video.”
Patroclus refused to confirm nor deny.
“Well, actually, I found it in your closet. And…” He began to wiggle his legs back and forth in the butterfly stretch. “Well, you should definitely wear it.”
Achilles was bright red now, his hand on his chin. His eyes swiveled to meet Patroclus’ hopeful gaze.
“Fine. I’ll wear it.” Patroclus let out a gust of air. “But... you have to do something for me.”
“Like what? I don’t have a dress.”
The athlete gave him an evil smile before his self-consciousness seemed to catch up. His expression went from super confident to super unsure.
“Well, um, it’s a little embarrassing to admit but,” he cleared his throat. “I want you to wear my gym clothes.”
Patroclus was expecting something far less PG.
“Oh.”
Achilles was practically vibrating nervous energy.
“I’ll wear them.” He promised and crawled over to Achilles discarded gym bag. He pulled out a tank and shorts.
“No, wait,” Achilles pulled the bag closer and pulled out another piece. “This one.”
His hands held up a soft yellow crop top.
“I have never seen you wear that.” Patroclus felt his brain splitting in two. “I would literally combust if I ever saw you wear that.”
“That was the plan,” Achilles admitted. “My last ditch effort before I told you I wanted to actually date you for realsies.”
Patroclus snorted, yanking the top out of his hands.
“You could wear a trash bag and I would still fuck you.”
Achilles put a hand over his heart, “Oh babe.”
“But please wear the dress because I will literally die if you don’t.” Patroclus said in a rush.
Achilles stood up in an instant and ran to his closet. The white dress was in the same place as when Patroclus last saw it. Pulling it off the hanger, Achilles laid it over his body and turned around to model. Patroclus struggled to breathe and it wasn’t even on yet .
“What do you think baby?” Achilles asked, voice low again. Patroclus wheezed pathetically on the floor. “Cuter than Link in his girl clothes?”
Patroclus sputtered and they both dissolved into uncontrollable laughter. Achilles doubled over, gasping for air while Patroclus rolled on the floor. It was a good few minutes before they could breathe again.
“I fucking love you, you dork.” Patroclus struggled to say through his giggles. He made grabby hands until Achilles was on the floor in front of him, dress still in his arms. They pecked a few kisses in between giggles. “Yes, I’ll admit it. You’re cuter.”
He threw a fist in the air in victory.
“You’re fucking right I am. I’m a god.” Achilles stretched out, leaning on his elbow. He was still peppering kisses all over Patroclus. “I’m a god and I’m going to eat you raw.” His last word was punctuated by a bite to the neck.
All lightheartedness vaporized in the air. Patroclus felt his stomach swoop violently with heat, as if a spear had pierced him. Instead it was only Achilles’ fingers dusting under his shirt, lifting it over his head. He bit him again, throwing the soaked gym shirt away.
“I will split you open and lick inside of you. I will taste you, memorize you, savor every bite.” Achilles paused to suck a painful bruise between his boyfriend’s shoulder and neck. Patroclus felt flayed alive, his nerves completely exposed. The athlete pushed him on his back and sat over his hips. He began to roll over him and Patroclus shivered. Stomach to stomach, pressed against every inch, they moved in slow circles.
“I will bite and feast until I reach your core.” He pressed a hot hand over Patroclus’ heaving stomach. “You will be so wholly mine that nobody will ever dare take you away.”
“Y-You’re so violent.” Patroclus sighed into his ear, curling his hand in blond waves.
“Love is violent,” Achilles whispered back, licking a hot stripe up the neck to his ear. “I will eat your heart.”
Patroclus shook deeply. Achilles held him closer.
This conversation was so out of this world, Patroclus could not find a response. He was both turned on and terrified. It was so unreal.
Finally pulling back, Achilles settled in Patroclus’ lap. He danced over his hardness and wiggled out of his gym clothes. The dress was like water. It poured over his head and rushed to meet his thighs. Patroclus felt the fabric against his bare stomach and fought to keep from letting out the sluttiest moan of his life.
The video really couldn’t do real life justice.
Up close, the dress really was see-through. Achilles chest was broad, bronze, and heaving. The fabric slid smoothly over each pec and curled like an embrace. His strong stomach was open until the lower half of the fabric that hid his groin interrupted the show. Patroclus felt personally attacked.
“Your turn, baby.” Achilles snapped his attention back up to his face. He looked pink, but very pleased. He held up the crop top in his free hand.
Patroclus had to crunch into a sitting position to pull it on. Achilles let out a rushed breath of air at the movement, eyes glancing down at Patroclus’ obvious interest against his own. The dress left nothing to the imagination. Another spear to the gut.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Patroclus said.
“I’ll never let you die,” Achilles curled over him as he lay back down. “I’m a god, remember?”
The crop top sat just over his nipples, but little else. Patroclus could imagine his heart pumping violently against his ribs and being able to see it.
“And my first rule,” the god spoke. “No pants.”
Achilles leaned over him, pulling his weight off. Patroclus had never taken off his pants so fast in his life.
“My second rule: a sacrifice.”
He dove into Patroclus’ open mouth, claiming his territory with relish. Hands wrestled against fabric, Patroclus under the dress to cup his chest and Achilles to grind a hand over his cock. They danced with each other across the floor, sliding and twisting.
There was a shout and Patroclus came. He gripped Achilles so hard the athlete cried out.
Panting into his mouth, Achilles smiled, “And my third rule…”
Patroclus couldn’t stop shaking in the aftershock of his orgasm.
“T-T-Third?”
“Worship me.”
Patroclus flipped the blond on his back so fast, Achilles looked stunned. The dress was covered in his cum and he lost his sanity. He dove blindly and made good his promise.
Achilles came with a battle cry of, “AAAGGHHHHGOD!”
They took a moment to settle and remember their own names. Patroclus still had his head under the dress, face a mess.
“F-Fourth rule…” Achilles managed finally. “You do that every day.”
The puppy in Patroclus’ arm was trying its hardest to wriggle away. Achilles waved his hands wildly.
“No, no! Hercules, please no! Let me take a picture first!”
He had his phone out, struggling to take a picture but the puppy was adamant. Briseis was on the floor waving a toy.
“So I’m like his godmother, right? If you guys die, he’s mine?”
Patroclus shrugged and let Hercules down but Achilles looked pissed.
“Excuse me? Absolutely not. He goes to Chiron.”
Briseis raised an eyebrow. “Your coach?”
“He’s the only person responsible enough.” Patroclus explained.
“Rude.” She had a hard time looking mad with a puppy trying to lick her face. “You guys owe me though.”
Achilles had his hands on his hips.
“Wait, you never did tell me.” Patroclus started, rounding on his boyfriend. Achilles immediately tried to look smaller. His smile was sheepish at best. “Did you two plan the fake dating thing?”
Briseis snorted so hard, Hercules scuttled away. Achilles refused to meet his eyes.
“Oh honey,” Briseis rubbed her hands together like an evil, lesbian raccoon. “Let momma tell you a story.”
Achilles scooped up Hercules and smashed his face in the brown fur. Patroclus ignored his obviously embarrassed roommate and sat next to his cousin.
“It all started with a phone call. ‘Bri, I don’t know what to do anymore,’ he whined to me. ‘He’s clueless!’”
Patroclus thought back to Odysseus’ notes and wanted to throw himself out the window.
“So naturally I told the girls at work you two were dating. I hoped that would make him finally buck up and ask you out for realsies.” She smiled her evil lesbian smile. “And Mr. Romantic there just went along with it. I was shocked as you, cuz, because we all know our little Achilles is not a liar.”
Hercules was wiggling violently again. Achilles came up for a breath of air and glared at Briseis.
“I just didn’t correct them, okay? It wasn’t lying.”
Briseis looked completely unconvinced. Patroclus copied her expression.
“So after you had your gay panic, we met up.” She went on, ignoring the dagger throw her way. “That dutch braid was amazing, by the way.”
Patroclus preened and Achilles touched his plain french braid in betrayal.
“You’d punched him, Achilles told me about him throttling Ajax and the rest is history. And by that I mean I texted Penelope who texted Odysseus who texted you.”
“I told him not to tell you that I had feelings for you. Or at least to not tell you that I told him,” Achilles mumbled and let Hercules down. The puppy lunged for the closet foot. “He was just supposed to, uh, hint and gage your reaction. Not… stage a fucking coup.”
“Hey, you got a boyfriend, I finally asked Helen out, we’re all winners here.” Briseis nudged Patroclus with her elbow. “Besides, Odysseus recorded the whole gym confession.”
“HE WHAT!”
“And it will forever go down in history as the best thing I’ve ever done.”
“Oh, I am going to break that old man’s phone and his fucking collarbone,” Achilles muttered. Patroclus stood up and grabbed his arms.
“If he hadn’t schemed, we wouldn’t be together.” He tried to reason. Achilles still looked pissed, but mildly less so with each soothing word. “We even got a puppy.”
Hercules yipped on cue.
“If anything happens to him,” Achilles pointed to Hercules. “I will kill everybody in this world and then myself.”
“Same, baby. Same.”
“Starting with Odysseus.”
“Hmm, okay, fair.”
Briseis stood, looking sick to her stomach.
“Alright now that you’re actually together together, it’s getting a little too gay in here. I’m going to go eat out Helen. See you cats later.”
Patroclus closed his eyes at his cousin’s words and waited until the door closed before opening them again. Achilles looked both impressed and annoyed. And like he had an idea.
“You know, she makes a good point.”
“What? That we’re hella gay?”
Achilles nodded, though he waved his hand in a ‘keep going gesture’.
“Um, that she’s going down in history for this?”
“Oh she’s going down on something.”
Patroclus rolled his eyes.
“But no, that’s not what I mean. But that we won. We’re dating and adopted a puppy and even bought a mattress together.”
“Ah, yes, the pinnacle of all relationships.”
Achilles picked him up and Patroclus let out a screeched so loud Hercules began to howl.
“And now I’m going to fuck you senseless on that mattress.”
“Hmm, yes, very good plan. I like how you think.”
He smacked his ankles on the doorway and they giggled themselves sick on the bed, but eventually they got down to business: Patroclus’ thighs around Achilles’ head.
Right where they belonged.