Chapter 32

Chapter

Thirty-Two

PERSEUS

I find Heph in the gym, working through his frustration on free weights. A normal person would just go in and talk to their best friend. Instead, I stand just out of his view and watch him. The way he works through each muscle group with heavy weights and a punishing pace. I used to think it was just a hobby, but watching now, I wonder if it’s a coping mechanism. He is frustrated with me or something else. He hits the gym until he is too tired to care.

God, with the size of this man, he must be in the gym constantly. I wonder when it started. I don’t really remember a time before Heph. We were in the same group home dealing with the same asshole who was charming when the social worker came by but beat me when no one else was around. He called me stupid, said I was lazy because I had trouble reading. I wasn’t stupid. I’m dyslexic. He never wanted to believe me. He said I was a white-trash loser and making things up.

Heph wasn’t stupid. He could read and got good grades. He didn’t get beaten.

When our foster father nearly killed me, I thought we were free. I thought they would see the bruises and fractures and finally take us away, but that man fooled everyone. He told them I fell, and they believed him. None of the other kids had visible bruises, so that must have been the case. It had to be my fault. I got three nights of peace in the hospital before they sent me back.

Heph was waiting for me. He had our bags packed, and we left. Traveling from Brooklyn to Seattle on a train, we managed to stow away on eating saltine crackers and peanut butter packets we stole from the food cart. Who assumes eight-year-old boys travel alone?

He has been at my side ever since. The only night I wasn’t with him was the night I met Freya.

Tears fill my eyes, and my heart aches for Freya. I miss her. I miss her more than I ever thought I could miss anyone, except Heph. If he leaves, if he rejects me, I don’t think I can survive it.

I can almost hear what Freya would have told me. You boys are a family. Shit might piss you off, or make you mad, and something may try to split you up. But it will never work, not for a real family. You will always come back together. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. You boys are a family in the only way that matters. Don’t make the same mistakes I did.

Then she would have given me a big hug and tell me to get my head out of my ass, grow some balls, and go after what I want.

“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper under my breath as I push open the gym door.

Heph has his earbuds in, so he doesn’t hear me. I wait for him to finish his set. Safety first in the gym, always. And I am enjoying the view.

Heph puts the weight on the ground with a solid thunk , and I go for what I want before I lose my nerve. My heart is racing as I approach Heph. I don’t give him a chance to react. I just kiss him with everything I have. I push my tongue into his mouth to taste him. The sultry musky sweetness that is uniquely him, and I am rock hard in an instant. I push him back onto the bench, and it takes me a moment to realize he isn’t kissing me back. I open my eyes and he pushes me off of him.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” he yells.

“I’m not playing at anything,” I say. “I want you.”

“So you think that just because you kissed me earlier, and I let you, you can just come and do it whenever the fuck you want with no regard to how I feel about it?” His cheeks are turning red at the top and his golden eyes swim with a mix of fury and pain. It would have been enough to tell me I fucked up and I need to leave, but he is also suddenly pitching a tent in his gym shorts. Just seeing it makes my mouth water.

“Then tell me how you feel about it. Tell me how you feel about me.”

“I’m not playing this little fucking game with you. I am not some consolation prize you can pick up because Eros got the toy you want to play with.”

“Who the fuck is playing?” I try to keep my voice calm and even. “I want you.”

“You want Athena.” He shoots before turning his back to me and picking up his next set of weights.

“You’re right. I do want Athena. She is beautiful, smart, fiery, and she keeps constantly surprising me, which would be annoying as fuck if I didn’t want her so badly. But what does that have to do with this?”

“I am not a consolation prize.”

“No,” I counter. “You are a hypocrite.”

He drops the weights on the floor and turns towards me. “That is fucking rich coming from you.”

“And why is that?” I say, deciding that I want to fight with him. If we are fighting, we are talking, and I can figure out where he is coming from.

“You tell us to destroy her. You tell us you want her gone. Then you’re trying to get into her pants. Which is it? Revenge fuck isn’t your style. What do you want?”

“I want you,” I answer simply. “And I want her.”

He rolls his eyes and turns his back on me again.

“And so do you,” I add. “I see the way you look at her, how you kissed her, how your hands were gripping her waist like you were ready to impale her on your cock and help her ride you. I know you want her, like I want her. Like we want each other.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, but he doesn’t turn around. He can’t lie to my face.

I move to stand in front of him. “If that kiss meant nothing, if Eros was wrong, if you don’t steal glances at me, if you aren’t jealous as fuck when I hit on men, if you don’t love me, the way I love you, then tell me now, and I will walk away. We will blame it on the booze, and I will never bring it up again. But if there is a chance that you think we could be together, in a relationship, then please don’t turn away from me. I love you. Give us a chance.” I’m begging, and I don’t give a fuck.

“What? Just me, you and Athena?” Heph shakes his head and crosses his arms against his massive chest.

“I don’t think Athena is going to give up Eros any time soon. If you are okay trying something poly, I would really like that. If you want to keep it just us, we can talk about it. Just…”

“Just what?” Heph asks. “Just let you take my heart and break it, killing not only my soul but taking my home from me, my family, all for one stupid drunken kiss. You don’t think of me like that.”

“You think I haven’t wanted you for years?” I ask. “You think this is a spur-of-the-moment thing?”

Heph just nods.

“Let me show you what I have thought about doing almost every time I have been alone in the shower since we were sixteen.” I kiss him again, and this time he kisses back. He brings his hands to my back, fisting my shirt as he pulls me closer and opens his lips to mine.

I want to get lost in this kiss, but when his body presses into me and I feel his hard cock against my thigh, my plans change. With my hands on his shoulders, I guide him to sitting on the weight bench. I drop to my knees in front of him and start kissing his neck, loving the slightly salty taste of his skin. I let my hands roam his thick abs and down to the cock that is pressed against the silky material of his gym shorts. It is begging for my undivided attention, with pre-cum already soaking the thin material.

I run my mouth over his cock, breathing hot damn air through the shorts while I untie the drawstring at his waist.

Finally, I get the knot free and pull the elastic waist down just enough to rescue his cock from the constraints. Fuck, I knew he was big, but Jesus I had no idea he was so thick. I am a little nervous for my gag reflex, but fuck it. I am already here, and I am going to swallow this cock like a man.

I start with just the head, swirling my tongue around it before sucking it between my lips. He tastes perfect, a little salty and just so damn good. I let out a small groan of satisfaction before drawing more of his cock into my mouth and sucking.

“Oh god yes.” The words escape Heph’s mouth like a prayer, and if that doesn’t do amazing things to my ego.

I take more of him, sliding to the back of my throat and holding him there, trying not to gag myself before slowly sliding back to the tip and swirling my tongue around it.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” Heph growls out, the sound going straight to my own balls.

I reach under me and grip my cock through my pants, trying to get much-needed friction. I suck harder and start moving faster up and down his shaft, trying to take as much as I can. Heph’s hips thrust up with each pass I make, and soon his hands are in my hair, holding me still while he can fuck my mouth .

I love it so much, my cock leaks pre-cum into my pants. The only thing that could have made this moment better was if Athena was licking the cum from my cock while Heph fucked my throat. Just the mental picture of that makes my cock twitch so a fresh wave of pre-cum gets absorbed into my jeans.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck.” Heph pulls me off his cock, and I immediately try to get it back in my mouth until he says, “Stop.”

“What, what’s wrong? What did I do? Why did you stop me?”

“Nothing, I was just about to come,” he pants.

“And…”

“And what? I was about to come.” He grips the base of his cock as he speaks, trying to stave off the orgasm I was working so hard for.

“I get that. I don’t get why you stopped me.”

“Because, if you meant all that, I don’t want our first time to be in the gym room and rushed. I want a bed, your bed. And I want to make you feel good before you take every single drop of my cum that I give you.”

I smile so hard my cheeks hurt. “Then why the fuck are we still in this gym?”

He laughs as he helps me to my feet, then kisses me again. “Your bed or mine?”

“Whichever one is closer,” I answer before kissing his neck.

He makes a sound low in his throat like he is purring, and fuck, I want him to make that sound again.

“My room.” I grab his hand.

We don’t even pretend we aren’t running for my bedroom. When we get there, the air grows thick with tension. This is suddenly very real, and I want it. I just… I don’t know what he wants, how he wants it.

“Have you ever…” I start.

“Fucked a man?” he finishes for me. “Yes. Been fucked by a man? No.” Then he looks over and meets my eyes. “But I want to...”

I nod and pull him towards me for another kiss while I push his shorts to the ground then run my hands under his shirt before pushing it off him. “Lie back on the bed. I want to keep sucking your cock while I get you ready for me.”

He bites his bottom lip, color appearing on the tops of his cheeks as he sits on the bed, then scoots back so he can lie back against the headboard. I go over to my side table and grab some lube. It is a thick, silky viscous liquid that will feel so good when I slide into him. I hold out a condom and raise my eyebrow, asking if he wants me to use it .

“All of us just went and got our regular testing.”

I nod, thanking god—and Eros since he insisted we all go—that we all decided to be more diligent about testing now that Athena was in the house, and our sexual chemistry told me that it was likely we’d fuck again. Never in a million years would I have thought the testing could benefit me now.

“I haven’t been with anyone since,” I say.

“I trust you, and I want to feel you,” he says.

Fuck, that is the right answer.

Ignoring my aching cock, I move to position myself between his thighs, and this time I start a little slower. I look up at him, staring into those golden eyes while I drag my tongue over his balls and up his shaft.

His eyes are heavy lidded, but he doesn’t close them. He watches me with his lips parted, and he is so fucking hot like that. I lick again while I pour lube into my fingers, letting it warm on my skin for a moment. I start to gently suck on one of his balls while I slowly circle his asshole with my slippery fingers. His entire body jolts the first time I touch him, and I let out a little chuckle.

“I need you to relax for me, baby. I’ll never fit it all in if you are so tense.”

I’m teasing him, and he knows it. He just flips me the bird before redirecting my mouth where he wants it. So needy. I massage his asshole, coaxing it to relax and open for me while I suck on the head of his cock. He starts to melt into the bed and his body relaxes as I push just one finger inside him. I am slow, careful, and using a ton of lube to make sure I don’t hurt him. Eventually, I work in a second finger while I am back to tonguing his balls, and he is a leaking moaning mess. I love licking up the pre-cum he gives me. I love that I can make him feel this good, and I can’t wait to make it better.

When I have two fingers almost all the way, I spread my fingers as I work them in and out. He is practically shaking for me and it is beautiful. His skin is glowing with a thin sheen of sweat and his teeth keep catching on his bottom lip. This is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. And a small part of me can’t wait to do this while Athena is sitting on his cock, keeping it warm and wet while I go between licking his balls and her clit while opening Heph up for me. Hell, maybe I will be doing this while her mouth is on my cock and Eros is opening her ass for him.

So many possibilities, but right now my focus is Heph. Just Heph .

I go back to licking his balls, not wanting him too close to the edge as I curl my fingers in just the right spot. I know I hit it when he sucks in a breath, and his back arches off the bed.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“You okay, baby?” I tease.

“I’m ready.” Is the only thing he can get out, and I think he is right. Standing up, I grab his ankles and pull him closer to the edge of the bed, then I rip off my shirt and step out of my pants. My cock is hard and an angry red. Heph stares at it and licks his lips.

Next time.

I grab the lube and work some on my cock, liking the way he watches as I stroke myself, coating my cock, getting it ready for him.

He moves to roll over, and I stop him.

“No, I want to see your face as you take every inch of me. Put your thighs on my shoulders.”

He does as I ask. It’s so much different having his thick powerful thighs on my chest instead of the thin feminine ones that are usually there.

I grip my cock and press into him slowly. Stopping every inch giving him time to adjust.

“How does it feel?”

“It feels so big. So fucking good. It feels fantastic,” Heph shudders out.

I slide out slowly, almost all the way, and pour some fresh lube on my cock before sliding back in. This time he moans, and it’s a sound of pure pleasure.

I keep my pace slow, making sure to hit a little deeper with every thrust. By the time I start slowly increasing my speed, he is gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles are white, and a stream of pre-cum is running down the length of his cock. I wonder briefly if I could make him cum like this. Completely untouched, just by fucking him.

I’m planning on having a lot of fun finding out, but not right now. My cock is sliding back and forth easily now, and I can really start fucking him. As I grab his cock with my lubed-up hand and hold my fingers still, letting my thrusts push him through my fist.

“Fuck, right there. Fuck,” Heph chants as I push him a little harder.

He is squeezing my cock hard, taking me so well. I grit my teeth to stop myself from coming too soon. I will be damned if I come before he does. It will not happen. I will not leave my lover unsatisfied. Ever.

I angle my hips to hit his prostate more directly while tightening my fist around Heph’s cock. His thighs are quivering on my shoulders as his chest is rapidly rising and falling with his labored breaths. He is almost there. Just a little more and I will fill him up.

“Oh, god,” Heph cries out as stream after stream of thick cum shoots out of his cock, covering his chest and abs.

I tighten my fist and keep going, fucking him through his orgasm, and as soon as his cock is lying spent on his stomach, I refocus my attention on my own cock that is so close to exploding. Grabbing Heph’s thighs for leverage, I fuck into him hard, pushing him higher in his bliss and bringing me to mine.

When I come, it’s with a yell, and my vision whites out for a moment. It’s the strongest one I have ever had. I take a few moments to come down enough to pull out of Heph and lie next to him to catch my breath.

“Wow,” Heph says, and I can’t help the goofy satisfied grin on my face.

“Yeah?” I ask, pulling him into my arms, just needing to feel his skin against mine.

“You sure you want to do that? I’m a mess.” He laughs.

“I’m sure, and as soon as we can stand again, we are going in that shower together to clean up. And I hope you plan on staying in my bed tonight.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I could make it back to my bed,” he says on a yawn. “My thighs feel like I just did a three-hour leg day. How is that possible?”

“I don’t know. Maybe next time you can fuck me, and we will compare notes. How does that sound?”

“Like a plan.”

“Good, but for right now, let me just hold you.”

“Hey, Perseus?”

I answer with a hmm, my eyes already closed, just enjoying the high of having Heph in my arms and in my bed.

“Do you think Paris could have killed Freya?”