~~**contains weed use**~~
Do it? Again!? Eros sighed, he needed to clear his mind. Standing up and opening a few of the windows to his apartment, he then went to his bedroom and took out his lighter and a small blunt from his bedside drawer. He went to the living room and sat back down on the couch, lighting the blunt and taking a long hit. He sat there for a few minutes, occasionally taking another pull from the blunt, with his eyes closed letting the high set in. He picked up his phone and opened his messages app. Gods what was he doing? Voluntarily messaging Alex? He must be going insane.
Eros:
Have you ever been high before?He then sent a picture to Alex of him, still shirtless, the few tattoos he had on display, blunt in hand.
Alex:
No, but I've wanted to try. I haven't got the chance being in all these sports despite the football guys wanting me to do it.We should do it together sometime.
He, at this point, figured he must be going insane, first texting Alex, then inviting him to smoke with him. He sighed and took another hit, holding the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds before exhaling. He wondered what Alex would he like high, 'probably cute' he thought. 'No stop thinking that Eros, you can't fall in love, not after last time.' If this early was even counted as love. They had slept together, once. Drunk, in the dark. Eros didn't even remember most of what happened the night before. All he remembered was Alex gave fucking amazing head. 'I wonder what he'd look like choking on my dick,' Eros thought, body tingling a little at the thought. Gods imaging that, Alex on his knees lips wrapped around his cock, gagging on it and spit falling down his chin. Eros almost moaned out loud at the thought.
Eros:
Okay, I'll hookup with you again, sober this time thoughAlex:
Ok, so when? Cause I'm pretty sure neither of us have time this week with there only being like the last two weeks of schoolEros:
Friday, after school, meet me in the parking lot by my car, then I'll take you back to my place and we can have some funAlex:
Ok sounds fine with me, see you around ;)Eros sighed, for what felt like the 1000th time that day. His blunt had died out a few minutes ago. He got up to go take a shower and at least attempt to get ready today.
The rest of the weekend passed by rather unevenly. Eros was reminded by several family members that there was a meeting on Olympus on Thursday. He really didn't want to go to that. It was probably nothing important, like something that could be sent out in an email.
ALEX POV:
"Okay, I'll hookup with you again, sober this time though"
Those words replayed themselves over and over again in this mind, this was probably the best day of his life. Getting to hook up with possibly the hottest guy in school, not only on accident but again on Friday. Not to mention that Eros felt perfectly in him, not like any other guy he's been with before. He just felt... right. He wanted Eros to push him over his limits and make him scream until his voice was gone and his face was covered in tear tracks. Just thinking about that mad him hard. He was down bad for Eros. Not that he had a chance, Eros never dated anybody ever. Despite having a reputation around the school as a "bad boy."
His biggest problem though was finding a way to hide the many hickies and bites around his chest, neck and collar bones. He did NOT want his parents seeing them or the rest of the team. His parents would yell at him and demand to know what happened and what girl he slept with. The team would make fun of him and loudly announce the fact that he was covered in hickies and bites to anyone and everyone that would listen. He adored his teammates but sometimes they could be a bit... much. He sighed Friday couldn't come soon enough.EROS POV:
Monday rolled around, after the slow weekend. Eros woke up early, went to classes, went swimming after school, then went home and did the remaining bits of homework teachers were still giving seniors. Mostly homework to study for finals. He did this all while texting Alex, all day, everyday. While texting him, he couldn't help a small smile creep up onto his face occasionally. He had seen Alex around, always surrounded by football guys, or a gaggle of cheerleaders or both. When he had overheard their conversations they had mostly been about Eros's "artwork" on him, so to speak. The few times he had caught Alex's eye he winked slyly before walking off to another class or location after watching Alex blush a deep red every time. He couldn't wait for the weekend to get around, because that meant two things; one he could finally get his dick in Alex again (not that he was excited to see Alex) and two the school year would finally be over and he could be free once again.
Thursday showed up. He groaned. He had to go to Olympus, he did not want to go and listen to grownups argue over nonsense that probably didn't apply to him anyway. He woke up to his alarm going off earlier than usual. He mumbled a few curses under his breath and got ready. Then he headed out the door after grabbing an apple to eat. Eros headed to the specific tree in the park close by and tapped a knot in the trunk three times. A low rumbling shook the ground and with a flash he was pulled into the tree and shot into the sky at what felt like a million miles an hour. Of course, none of the mortals saw this, they probably didn't even see anything or if they did, thought they were going crazy. Eventually Eros started to slow down and in the distance, gradually getting closer was the outline of the gold and marble buildings of Mount Olympus. As he got closer his outfit and appearance changed as well. His leather jacket, white t-shirt and jeans he was wearing were now gone, replaced by a white and gold tunic, leaving his top bare, tattoos and muscles on display. His hair grew from its slightly messy, medium length cut to shoulder length, black flowing hair, adorned with a small crown of leaves. The jewellery he was wearing was also gone, only leaving a small bracelet of gold on his wrist. He already missed his silver jewellery and many piercings. His heavy combat boots he wore had also disappeared somewhere leaving him barefoot. They didn't really do 'shoes' on Olympus.
He finally landed and headed towards the large building that held all of the Twelve Olympians thrones. He saw his small house a ways away, its unique silver features glistening in the sunlight. Eventually he tore his eyes away and found himself at the doors to the large building. He breathed deeply, preparing for the chaos ahead then pushed the door open.
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Love... maybe?
AdventureLow-key inspired off of PJO/Greek myths for this so that's why PJO is in the tags. Eros the God of Love and his story... with a little bit of a twist Note: contains smut, drinking, drugs (weed use), and violence (trigger warnings on those chapters...